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queers-gambit · 9 months

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When The World Seems So Cruel

prompt: ( requested ) Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: cursing, smut 'cause why not, boys being assholes 'cause they're losers, misogyny, toxic / abusive / neglectful family, description of background violence, angst, did Cherry really write it if there wasn't a helluva lot of projection and need for revocation of internet access?

"Miss Cahill? I'm sorry to interrupt," you half-smiled at your math professor, "but I was just wondering if you still had my test? I never got mine back."

"Right," she cleared her throat, glancing around your body to see most of the class empty at that point. "I wanted to talk to you about that," she paused to pull out your test from a manilla folder. "I was very shocked to grade this under your name, honey, you're usually such a well-focused and high-achievin' student, I mean, you're on track for the Nat Scholarship! So, to see this... Was shockin', it's... Not your best work," she winced, handing the packet over.

You blinked in shock, frowning as anxiety mounted in your chest when you saw the glaring F in red marker. You mumbled in embarrassment, "I guess I've just been off my game..."

"Honey," Miss Cahill sighed in her light country accent, leaning on her desk with both fists so your eyes met hers, "I can always tell when one of my students is goin' through somethin' at home."

You froze, shaking your head, "No, no, it's not... It's not so bad."

"What's goin' on?"

You shrugged, "I've just been... Really tired," you decided on excusing, hoping beyond hope it was enough.

It wasn't, of course it wasn't. Miss Cahill just sighed and offered, "I can let you retake the test next week - but only after you go see the guidance counselor."

"Right... Um, yeah, okay, yeah, sounds good; um, thanks, Miss Cahill."

You made an escape, distracted by the third failing test you received this week; nearly barreling straight into a meaty, solid chest. "Woah, hey, no need to run 'round lookin' for the man of your dreams, I'm right here, doll," Billy teased, hands grabbing your upper arms to steady you. "What's got you inna rush, baby? You know I pick you up after this class."

You smiled in brief distraction, "Yeah, sorry, baby, I was just thinking about this essay coming up. Hi," you offered, stretching up on your toes to kiss him in greeting. "How're you?"

He half-smirked, "I'm good, you know Mr. Brunson's got a stick up his ass as usual."

"Mhm. As usual, and totally has nothing to do with you provoking him," you teased, latching onto his waist as you shoved your test deep in your shoulder-bag. You neared his locker, and you managed to choke out, "Hey, um... Y-You wanna get outta here?"

Billy offered you a look of mild confusion, smirking with a strange laugh, "You wanna ditch school?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"I'm just tired," you offered meekly, "I feel like I haven't slept in a week."

Billy lead you up to his locker, hand on your waist to keep you close as he mused, "This feels like a setup."

"It's not, I promise."

He yanked the metal door open, "Uh-huh. You told me when I met you that I'd have to practically kidnap you to get you to skip class. Huh? 'Member all that? All them lectures you gave me 'bout the importance of goin' t'class if I wanna do anything after this shithole?"

"Yeah, but things change, Bee."

Billy's face dropped, shoving his books into his open locker before turning, leaning his shoulder on the locker next to his, arms crossed as he stared at you. "What's wrong?" He questioned sharply.

"Billy, I'm just tired."

"No, it's something else. What's wrong? What's goin' on?"

You sighed, "You know what? It's okay, nevermind, I actually promised Eddie that I'd help him make those banners for SGA during lunch today, so," you glanced around, "I'm gonna go."

"Nah, baby, hol' up, I ain't mean - "

"I know, handsome," you promised softly, nodding as you reached for his waist to give a squeeze and keep him close. "I just forgot I told a friend I'd help them out, so, I'll just see you after, yeah?"

One hand rose to pet over your cheek, sighing, "You sure you're good? You don't look okay, sugar."

"I'm good," you nodded, deflating into his embrace and hearing him chuckle. "I'm just stretched thin this week, probably shouldn't make promises to my delinquent friends with all the college drama to worry about."

"What'd Munson do this time to only get banner-duty? Huh?"

"Probably got caught skipping or something," you mumbled against his pectoral; inhaling the scent of his mall-bought cologne and finding it a refreshing change from the CVS-brand he used when you first met. "School did something right by makin' everyone in detention serve the SGA for all their shit."

"Definitely got me to shape up," he joked, pecking the top of your head before finishing, "but I mostly missed out on time with you."

"Hey... I was thinking, maybe I can come over this weekend? Keep Max company, maybe keep Neil at bay? Can have a sleepover, too, if you want."

Now Billy's head cocked and his expression hardened, "The fuck you wanna come over for? You know how tense shit gets - "

"Billy."

"Nah, you're not makin' sense, pretty girl," he snapped, pulling back to stare down at you. "What's going on with you? You don't wanna be at home or something? The fuck's goin' on that's so bad you'd rather be at my place?"

You felt tongue tied, but the bell rang shrilly and literally saved you from needing to answer. "Shit, I gotta run, baby. I'll find you later, okay?" You promised, lifting onto your toes to kiss him, promising, "I love you."

He frowned, grumbling, "Yeah, love you, too." He watched you vacate the hall, his mind basically going blank to all other thought beside you. The entire lunch period, he sat on the hood of his car, chain smoking, wondering where he went wrong; what he did to upset you; what could be going on and most importantly, why you couldn't say anything to him about it.

However, after lunch, Billy found you in the library's designated SGA room and thought you appeared ten times as relaxed, laughing with Eddie Munson. When the punk caught Billy's eye, he nodded in respect; gesturing for you to look, and your head turned with a smile. You parted from Eddie and trotted up to Billy, feeling relieved when he grabbed you in a possessive hold; searing his lips to yours.

"Hi," you giggled.

"You seem happy."

"Kinda hard to be in a bad mood around Eddie."

"I can see," he lead you away. He wanted to bring back up about whatever was bothering you, but didn't; fearing ruining your joyful mood. Instead, his fingers just tangled with yours and you entered history together.

What should've been a decently peaceful class turned into a state of confusion for you and Billy when the intercom kicked on, the front office asking for your presence with the principal. Billy glared at the speaker box as you cast him a look of doubt, both confused by the summons; being all too used to them calling his name instead. All of history passed miserably; Billy alone without his favorite person to keep him on track and becoming antsy the longer you were gone. When you didn't return by the end of class, he grabbed anything you left and begrudgingly went to the last two classes of the day.

When the final bell rang, Billy waited for you at his car for a solid 25 minutes with several cigarettes being burned, but when you still didn't show, he grew worried. So, he stored everything in his Camaro, not needing to worry about his sister because Max got a ride home with her new bestie, Jane, and her father, Jim Hopper, and stormed through the school. Anger radiated off his very being, nearly stomping his steps, and just before he got to the front lobby, he saw you exiting the office.

You didn't notice him at first, and for a moment, Billy thought you were going to hurl whatever was on your stomach as you held a few pieces of paper in shaking hands. "Baby," he called your attention, finding your eyes light up at the sight of him. "The hell's goin' on? You were gone the rest of the day, I got worried."

"Yeah, it was some shit wrong with my college applications, but we got it straightened out," you lied, stepping into his embrace. "I'm sorry I worried you, handsome."

He met your lips in a kiss, promising, "Not your fault. C'mon, day's over, our weekend can start once we get the hell outta here."

"Hmm," you hummed dreamily. "Lemme go to my locker and we can get gone."

Billy didn't mind waiting, and when you were done at your locker, he escorted you to his car; only a few students still lingering after hours. He opened your passenger door, winking at you, then quickly jogged to his side and slid in. "C'mere," he breathed, reaching for your cheek instantly; hand sliding along the back of your neck and bringing you in close.

You moaned when Billy's lips molded to yours; all but instantly salivating when his tongue tangled with your own in a messy dance. You had a few rules about PDA, especially in school; but being in his car was neural territory and Billy needed a way to expel his neediness. Praising God for making today steadily warm and that you wore a skirt, you were ready to cry when Billy's hand came down to grip the meat of your thigh.

"Billy," you rushed when his hand traveled under your skirt to ghost over your panties.

"Nobody's here t'watch," he smirked. "C'mon, lemme do this for you, pretty girl. You don't wanna go home yet, right? Ain't got some curfew?"

"Nope," you surged forward to slam your lips to his, moaning when his hand now confidently pet your panties as your legs spread all the wider to encourage him.

"Good girl," he praised quickly, skimming the apex of your thigh to hook your panties and pull them to the side. "Mhm," he hummed with a cocky smirk, "I knew you liked getting fucked in public. Feel how fuckin' wet you are - shit, Goddamn."

You mewled; tension mounting as you tightened up from the stoking pleasure. "Billy - " You gasped when he plunged his fingers into your cunt, easily sliding in due to your arousal. "Ohhh, fuck," you breathed, eyes shut and mouth agape in pleasure, "needed this - needed this so bad. Just needed you."

"You'll get so much more, baby."

You whimpered, "Now, please. Please, please, please."

He smirked, "Wanna get in the back or ride me, princess? Huh? Tell me what you need."

Your eyes locked with his as you thought it over, but then, you smirked as you readjust the passenger seat and turned so your ass was propped up. It gave him a full view of your messy cunt; panties askew from his previous motions and fluid rubbed all around. Billy reached out with one hand to plunge his pointer and middle finger back into your core, the other wrangling open his belt, button, and jean zipper in frantic movements.

He shimmied from the garments and sat up, following your lead in adjusting his seat. He instantly mounted behind you over the center console, licking his palm and stroking his himself to life as he drug his cockhead up and down your wetness.

Billy reached out to move your panties once more, line himself up, and plunge full-hilt. You gasped and grunted, letting yourself be shoved forward a little to catch on the seat; Billy hissing between his teeth as your warmth enveloped him in a sticky-wetness. "Hang on, doll, ah, fuck, there we go," he chuckled, readjusting his position before starting to move his hips to create the most delicious friction.

"Fuuuuck, Billy!" You whined when he held both your hips with only one hand keeping your panties to the side.

"Needed this, too," he chuckled. "Good girl, fuckin' taking me so well. You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you? Fuck you however I want to, huh? Yeah," he lifted one hand to smack the meat of your bottom, creating a ripple; liking the way you twitched and delivered two more, finishing, "I know my pretty baby would let me do whatever I fucking wanted with her - " he clenched his teeth, hips punctuating his words, "'cause she was fuckin' made for me."

"Yes," you moaned, mind blank from all the previous drama of your day; ready to weep like a bitch in heat, "anything, baby, yes, yes, yes, anything you want."

"Good girl," he laughed ruefully; picking up the pace to fuck you outta your mind as he ensured you felt every throbbing vein of his engorged cock. He chased his own orgasm as you were charged with your own; hand reaching for your clit to start applying pressure in tight circles. "Let me cum in you, sweetheart. C'mon, baby, tell me I can cum in you - in this pretty pussy - in my pretty pussy - lemme fuckin' cum in you."

"Billy, fuck - yes, baby, yes! Yes, harder, please, fuck me harder and you can cum wherever you want."

"Even your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, anything you want! Fuck my ass full of your cum, please, fuck, I need it! Whatever you want, I need. Please!"

Billy's golden curls stuck to his forehead and neck, entire car rocking with frantic, animalistic movements - but anyone lingering around the school to see it wasn't surprised. Billy felt like he went faster than usual, that he got a little rougher; but he was nearing his end and it was hard to keep pace. When you cried out and legs shook from your flash-bang of an orgasm, he knew you had finished and could focus on his own; never pulling out.

He'd fuck your ass later.

"Fuck!" Billy came with a shout; shooting hot, salty, opaque white ropes of cum into your quivering cunt. He stuttered his hips into the meat of your ass, balls contracting; emptying himself inside you as you relished in the feeling of his warmth flooding your lower belly. He chuckled, mocking, "Might just have to get you off that pill so I can get you fucking pregnant already."

"Whatever Daddy wants."

Billy laughed as he pulled out of you slowly, instantly turning again to crash into his driver seat. You went a little limp but managed to turn over, both panting as the windows were fogged up; but aired out when Billy rolled two down to light up his cigarette. "So," he spoke through his inhale and deep breaths, "you wanna tell me whats wrong now?"

"Hmm?"

"Why're you so distracted? Distant? Even with me?"

You felt panicked by the confrontation, resorting to your last line of defense. "Just dealing with a lot," you answered as your legs spread as wide as you could to start toying with your beaten-pussy. He watched with a stoic expression as you used your fingers to stuff his dripping-cum back inside you. "'S been stressful, guess I just had a bad day," you whined lightly, still playing.

"Fuck's sake."

"Hmm?" You feigned innocence.

"You're just askin' for it, huh?"

"Maybe," you pouted, "or maybe I just need your cum - "

"Cut it out, we gotta go," he snickered, turning the key in the ignition. "Your dad hates me enough, can't have you late for family dinner."

You went quiet as your thoughts were plagued with a screaming voice that begged Billy to just read your mind and understand what was wrong - why you were so upset, so panicked. But you knew better. So, you flipped down your skirt and readjusted yourself, sucking your fingers of his cum before letting his hand tangle with one of yours on your lap.

"Maybe you'd wanna come over tonight?" You asked softly. "Go see a movie or something?"

"You never wanna go out on Friday nights," he chuckled, but something felt terribly wrong about the notion. "You do homework and study on Friday and Sunday nights, you said it was a relationship rule, huh?"

"Things can change," you pouted.

"I told Tommy and Ryan I'd hang with them and the guys tonight," Billy spoke slowly. "But I can cancel if you - "

"No, no, don't," you shook your head, "go see your friends. 'Cause I'll see you in the morning, right?"

"Right."

"And I can stay the night... Right?"

Billy nodded, "Anytime you want, baby, yeah."

"Okay, cool," you spoke softly, deflating in his seat when he pulled up to your house. "Um..." You stared up at the home as if it were haunted. "Do you wanna come in for a little?"

His head tilted and brows furrowed, "I have to pick up Max from Hopper's, remember?"

"Right!" You gaped, but didn't move.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a hardened tone, making you gulp lightly. "You don't wanna go in?"

"I could, like, just go with you?"

"Baby, the fuck's going on? Know I hate repeating myself and shit, so just fucking tell me - maybe I can fucking help."

"Nothing, no, it's just, it's nothing, I'm sorry, I just - I'm sorry," you chuckled. "Guess I'm PMSing and feel clingy or something."

He only hummed as you leaned over to kiss him in parting. Both promised you love each other before you got out, jogging up the driveway and opening the front door; pausing to wave at him and then disappear in the house.

"Yo, dickhead! Hey! Grab me a beer!" Tommy Hagan called to Ryan Sheen as he went to rummage in his uncle's basement fridge. "And grab Billy one, too!"

"Nah, I'm good," Billy refused, glancing at the can in his hand. It was still half-full. He didn't feel like drinking after having time to sit and think about your behavior the past few days, worrying about you more than he wanted to get drunk.

"What?" Tommy laughed obnoxiously, smacking his teeth after. "You don't want a second? What's wrong with you, got some test you gotta study for?" He laughed at his own joke. In Tommy H.'s mind, only fucking losers study on Friday nights.

"Nah," Billy eased, setting his can down as he felt his irritation flare. He was annoyed at Tommy, sure, but also by the idea that something was wrong with you and you didn't trust him enough to say anything. "I actually gotta go, you guys," Billy stood.

"What?" Now Ryan scoffed, slapping a can of beer to Tommy's open hand. "You're not serious, dude! We've only been here, fuckin' what? Half an hour, bro!" He sucked his teeth in annoyance, rolling his eyes, "C'mon, we were going to Alicia's pool party tonight - you're supposed to give us a ride! The fuck's more important than the slutty cheerleaders in bikinis?"

"That Maria chick's been all over you, too," Tommy laughed. "You can't tell us a single thing that's better than Maria Thomas, all soaped up, in that tiny bikini she wore for the car wash. It's all our wet dreams come to life, Billy, you can't seriously consider missing that!"

"Not everybody's desperate to see Maria's tit-job. You know what? Whatever, man, I gotta go see my girl," he tugged his jean jacket on, tugging his blonde curls out of the collar.

Ryan rolled his eyes as Tommy laughed, "No way. Nuh-uh. You're seriously going to fuckin' ditchin' us for that chick?"

"Man, fuck you, guys, I'm ditching your dumbasses for my girl," Billy snapped. "Better what your fucking mouths and how you talk about her."

"Whatever, man. You're just whipped."

"She got you on some leash or some shit? Got you on a curfew like she's your mommy?" Ryan rolled his eyes, groaning, "Seriously, dude, we only see you at practice now!"

"Look, I just know something's up with her, so, I gotta check on - "

"So, what!? She ain't even tell you why she's pissed off? C'mon, man, that is such a stupid fuckin' tactic chicks use to get guys to go crawling back to their spoiled asses! Bitches do the pettiest shit to get us to suck up to them and shit."

Billy turned and easily caught Tommy by the collar of his shirt before he could even let go of his beer can, slamming the loudmouth into the wall as the aluminum can clattered. Ryan and the two other irrelevant guys left in the basement could only freeze, knowing Billy Hargrove's aggression and not wanting to become part of the receiving end.

"I told you to watch your fucking mouth," Billy seethed.

"Fuck offuva me!" Ryan pushed Billy's arms off. "She's just some bitch, bro, you've already fucked most of the school - what's so different with her?"

Billy scoffed, nodding in amusement as he backed off a few steps. "You know? If I wanna go hang with my girl instead of you deadbeat dickheads, 's exactly what I'm gonna do. Not my fault y'all ain't shit and don't know what it means to keep a chick happy."

"Fuck off, Billy! You're so fucking pussy whipped!" Tommy barked. "Ditching us for that crybaby! Dude, it's not even real! She didn't even tell you whatever she's all upset about! You just had a feeling, so, just sit the fuck down, finish your drink, down a fuckin' second beer, and then let's go to the party! See some bitches that are actually worth seeing!"

Billy shook his head, "I ever hear y'all talkin' about my girl like this again," he chuckled dryly, "might be the last time y'all can even form words. Fuck yourselves," he sneered.

Billy didn't hesitate to storm out of the room, ignoring their jeers and sneers about him being "pussy whipped" and all their complaints about him skipping out on being their ride to "the hottest party of the year." The door slammed behind him, rattling a few windows; making a beeline for his Camaro and pausing at the trunk. He found a pair of your sports shoes you'd eventually need, grabbed them in a white-knuckle grip, then got in the driver's seat and peeled away.

When Billy got to your house, he noticed the lights in your bedroom were barely turned on; knowing you didn't like overhead lighting and probably had a string of lights plugged in. On the contrary, the rest of the house seemed wide awake - every single downstairs light turned on. He grabbed your shoes and his school books (left in his backseat) and got out of his parked car, approach the front door, and paused when a barrage of voices suddenly met his ears. He froze.

The screams were full of hate, and while he couldn't make out distinct words, he heard both your mother and father's elevated voices. It was relentless, it was full of anger and hate and confusion and accusations and Billy wasn't sure how long he stood there with his fist raised. With a deep breath, Billy finally knocked at the door... Then again... Then again... And again, using the metal knocker to bang rapidly. He heard the voices lower and stopped knocking; taking a step back, then waited with his best look of indifferent innocence.

When the door ripped open, Billy was greeted by your angry-looking mother, who didn't look at who was at the door when she snarled, "What the fuck do you want!?"

"Uh, yeah, um, hi, ma'am..." Billy waved awkwardly.

"Oh, Billy," she gasped. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you, sweetie. What's wrong? What - What time - ? Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt so late, but nothing is wrong," he assured. "I just know your daughter's a little forgetful when there's a test comin' up," he chuckled, holding up the shoes and his books, "and she promised to help me nail this essay for my college portfolio... Did I use that correctly? Portfolio? She's always tryna broaden my vocabulary," he chuckled smoothly.

She smiled warmly, another victim to his charming influence, "Sure, honey, yes, of course, it's Friday or something, right, of course you can come in. C'mon, c'mon in." She stepped out the way to let Billy enter into the foyer. "Baby Girl's just upstairs in her room," she gestured with a wine glass Billy just noticed towards the staircase as she used your childhood nickname. They paused at the grand bannister, her eyes rolling when there came the muffled pounding of a bass-line from some song turned up to the max. "She's always blasting her music now adays, it'll make her deaf," your mother scoffed, taking a long sip, then waved him up. "Go on, get up there, good luck on your essay."

"Thank you, Miss Lady," he purred with a small smirk; nodding as he then watched her retreat to the sitting room, and barely a moment later, your father was exiting the kitchen.

"Billy," he greeted stiffly, glass of scotch in hand.

"Sir," Billy replied with a nod of respect, stepping out of his shoes (per household rules) to leave your parents at the front of the house's sitting room; beginning his ascent to the second level. He'd been there before, so, locating your room was like muscle memory; knocking when he approached the door and pausing when he only heard blaring music.

Another knock, no answer. So Billy opened your door.

You were sat on the ground, back against your bed, record player spinning, and the window you faced cracked open to waft the cigarette smoke out. His heart clenched when he saw you, your sadness nearly tangible as light made your tear-tracks on your cheeks glitter. "Baby," Billy spoke softly, watching you jump in shock. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I tried to knock."

You nodded absently, "Music's on."

"Yeah, 's a good song," he allotted as he shut your door securely and asked, "want it locked?"

"Doesn't lock," you answered robotically, looking back out the window.

"Can I turn the music down, baby, please? Real hard t'hear you."

You nodded and he lowered the volume - but when he did, he understood why you had it so high. Your parents could be heard arguing downstairs, and even with an entire floor between you, it was still loud. So, he turned the music up just a little, frowned, and moved beside you, grunting lightly as his tight jeans constricted while he sat.

"Can I?" He asked, pointing at the cigarette. You handed it over mutely, your usual quip of "it's may I, not can I," nowhere to be heard. After two puffs, he meant to hand it back, but instead, you just fell into his side as if all energy you had to keep you up was depleted; a nearly drowned-out whimper emitting. Billy saw the coffee mug you had been using as an ashtray and dropped the cigarette instantly, using both arms to tug you into his lap.

Billy held you in a fetal position, gently and slowly squeezing you into his chest as he needed to feel you close; and you evidently needed to feel physical love. Billy had to gulp harshly when he felt your tears soak his shirt first, then the jerking of your shoulders; quivering of your body. This long week had finally caught up.

"Baby," he sighed, kissing your forehead. And instead of asking the idiotic and repetitive 'are you okay?', Billy instead just asked in a hush, "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

Through your tears, you answered in a hiccuping-hush, "I didn't want it to be real."

Billy just sighed again, pulling you in tighter so you set under his chin. He let you simply rest, he just wanted to feel close to you... But something caught his eye. About three feet from you was your slumped, turned-over backpack; spewing contents as if it had been tossed aside in a fit of rage. What was interesting, though, was the crumpled pieces of paper; at least one sporting a huge, uppercase F circled in red marker.

"Yeah?" He whispered, sighing as he wanted to bite his tongue but couldn't. "Seems real enough to fuck up your grades though, huh?"

"I can retake the tests."

"You're gonna have to study."

"I know... 'S kinda hard to study here, though. Can't really focus on anything when all that's, you know, going on."

"No shit, Sherlock."

You snorted through your tears, "Don't make me laugh, I'm sad."

He smirked, "Yeah, yeah, all right. Listen, I'll just... We'll go to the library for tonight, and after, we can go to my place. How's that?"

"Thought you weren't allowed overnight visitors?"

"I'm not, but sneakin' inna my place can't be worse than tryna focus while here, right? Gotta be better than listening to this shit."

You nodded against his neck as a distant glass shattered, making you relent, "Touché."

"C'mon," he decided, kissing your forehead again, "pack a bag, baby. You're comin' with me - don't gotta stay here. Not tonight. Gonna come stay with me."

You pulled back just enough to ask, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, pretty girl," he smirked, caressing your cheek. "Might even let you do that green face goop thing you love bothering me about."

"It's an avocado face mask, and when your skin is literally glowing, you can thank me then."

Billy grinned down at you, taking the moment to swoop down and connect your lips in a long kiss; breathing each other in. When a second shatter sounded from downstairs, you flinched away, but Billy was quick to hush, "Hey, hey, hey," and when your eyes met his, he assured, "you're safe with me. Always safe with me." You nodded, tears shining in your eyes. "And you don't ever have to hide these parts of you - not from me. Never from me. I love you, pretty girl," he whispered, "and all parts that make you exactly who you are. Family included."

"I don't deserve you," you whispered.

"Nah, what you don't deserve is dealing with this shit. So, c'mon, get a bag together. We'll come back for what you need later, but get something together for the weekend."

You thanked him with a kiss, and while you got your things together, Billy mutely reached out to examine the pages in his grasp. He sighed, noting the three different failing tests and knew he had to "step up" his "boyfriend game" if he truly wanted to help you; and for the first time, he knew, without any selfish motives, he honestly did. He figured, for all you've done for him, providing you with something akin to a safe environment was a drop in the bucket; shoving those tests back into your school bag, standing, and helping you gather the last of your necessities.

Who needed slutty cheerleaders in soaped-up bikinis when this, right here, was what true love was? Shockingly, not Billy Hargrove.

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Wolf like me

2k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: you meet someone who finally fills the void in you Warnings: 18+ mdni. Darkish. rough sex, oral (m/f), facial, self abandonment, toxic relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, spitting, biting, manhandling, unprotected piv, rimming, ass play, anal, creampie, reader is looking for pain, Joel is not particularly nice and not caring either. No age specified. a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for beta-ing me, and hearing me whine 😭💕🫶 There are Joels that are particularly physically powerful, brutal, and sexually aggressive. I call them “beast!Joel” 😍🥵 Here they are: Carnal @pascalsbby | Daddy Joel & A day in the filth @toxicanonymity | Lost in the dark @iamasaddie. Thank you for these awesome fics 🙏❤️ Here’s mine :) The title is from Wolf like me by TV on the radio

ao3 | masterlist | part 2

Joel was pretty well known at the QZ. He had the reputation of a distant man, not meddling in other people's affairs and hating people meddling in his own. He carried out the worst tasks, those that paid the most. It was impossible to know what shenanigans he was getting into with Tess, the woman he was often seen with. Impossible to know why he sometimes met FEDRA soldiers on the sidelines, but without really hiding it, as if he knew that no one would dare bother him.

You worked for Robert and you knew that his relationship with Joel was tense. So for some time now, when Robert needed something from Joel, he went through you. Every time you met him, Joel lived up to his reputation. He grumbled more than spoke, he was not very verbose, he did not bother with manners and was barely polite. He used to roll his eyes an embarrassing number of times at you, like you were the stupidest person in the world. However, he didn't impress you, and one day, you caught a grin when you responded to him in a biting tone.

That’s probably how you ended up on your knees in front of him one evening, his cock in your mouth and his fist clenched in your hair. His massive hand on the back of your head holding you exactly how he wanted, while he was fucking your throat without worrying about the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

He let go of you, and ordered you to get on the bed, “cheek against the pillow and ass in the air.”

You looked up at him, without immediately obeying, and he pointed to the bed with his chin. You got up and settled in, unable to resist his directive tone. When he knelt behind you, his fat cock in his hand, ready to push it into your core, you freed yourself from his hand, asking him to wait.

“Wait for what exactly, little girl?”

In someone else's mouth, this pet name might have been cute. Or kind. But in his, you felt like a helpless little thing in the hands of a man much more powerful than you.

“Wait until I’m prepared,” you whispered.

“Do you think I’m gonna make love to you, baby girl?”

He tilted his head to the side, waiting for your response which didn't come.

“Cause I don’t make love. I fuck hard. So either you take my fuckin’ cock the way I wanna give it to you, or you get the fuck outta here.”

You let him fuck you the way he wanted, your teeth digging into the flesh of your hand to keep you from screaming, while his fingers were firmly buried in the flesh of your hips. He pulled out just before he came, grabbing your arm for you to follow him to the side of the bed. His feet planted on the ground, he jerked himself into his clenched fist until spurts of cum covered your face.

Stunned by his animality, you didn't move before he pushed you down onto the floor, and he plunged into you, his tongue dipping into your aching pussy. He ate you as he had fucked you just before: like a hungry beast devouring its wounded prey. His fingers were everywhere, on your clit, in your pussy and in your ass. Yours were buried in his curls, clawing at his scalp, making him grunt against your folds until you came, exhausted, and finally relaxed your muscles that had been contracting until then, under the assaults he had inflicted on you.

Of course, he didn't walk you home. He didn’t even say a word to you, to be honest. He barely watched you wipe away the cum that was still on your cheeks.

You continued to meet Joel on Robert's behalf, and you returned to his apartment several times.

Every time he fucked you, you felt like you were being tossed around in dark waters, the movement of which seemed strangely familiar to you. And above all, the feeling gave you the confirmation that you were still alive.

Joel wanted to own, to take. And you wanted to be owned, creating a perfect balance between you. You were giving him everything he wanted. Your body was always adapting to his, whatever hole he thrusted into. He probably licked and smelled every inch of your skin. Left bite marks on your body, as if his cock deep inside you wasn't enough, as if he needed to sink his teeth into your skin. Needed to show everyone that you were his. That you had been claimed. “I want you to use my body whenever and however you want”, you told him once. And he did. Days after days.

As soon as you closed the door to his apartment behind you, you felt that the atmosphere was heavier than usual. He was sitting near the dining room table, facing the front door, and you.

“Who was it?”, he asked, in an annoyed voice, so low you barely heard him, while his fist was clenched on the table.

"Who are you talking about?"

“That boy, with you near the guardhouse this afternoon.” He spat out the sentence, his jaw clenched, the sound of his voice barely reaching your ears.

“He’s one of Robert’s guys, he’s not a boy,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. He stood up suddenly and slammed you against the wall with surprising agility for a man of his build. His hand pressed against your throat, his face lowered towards you, you only saw his dark eyes.

“You let him fuck you?” he growled, tightening his grip on your throat.

“No, damn, Joel…”, you whispered.

He released his grip slightly and breathed down your neck, then moved up to your ear, as if to make sure that he would only smell your scent on you.

“Mine,” he murmured, his nose in your hair, his hand sliding from your throat to one of your breasts which he grabbed.

“Yours”, you breathed in his ear, your hand clinging to his bicep.

“I’m gonna be brutal, baby doll.”

“I know.”

He unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his hard cock, before grabbing your thighs and lifting you off the ground. He pushed aside the panties under your dress, and positioned his tip at your entrance. He looked at you, daring you with his gaze to tell him to wait. But it’s been a long time now since you asked him to be prepared. You only wanted to feel him more. Always more. And the faster he plunged into you, the more intoxicating the sensation was.

He sank in, his gaze boring into yours as his cock split your pussy. In one push he bottomed out. He pulled back almost all the way and thrusted in again, after tilting his pelvis so that you impaled yourself as deep as possible on his shaft. Breathless, you grabbed his shoulders to try to ease the way you were taking his cock. But he placed his arm against your back and tightened his hand on the back of your neck, trapping you in his embrace. He pounded you against the wall, and you were whimpering at each stroke of his cock.

“You’re mine”, he said again, thrusting in. “You belong to me, only my cock can fuck this cunt. You hear me, little girl?”

“Fuck… Yes Joel! Just you.”

“Not only your cunt. Everything. I want only my smell on you.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand, looking at you questioningly. You nodded and said “only you.”

“Good girl. Come here.”

He released you and grabbed your arm, squeezing it way too tightly with his large hand, before throwing you onto the bed. He was standing in front of you, his pants just under his balls, still covering his thick thighs. His hand was tight on his cock, glistening with your wetness. You could see the vein in his neck pulsing.

He spat into his palm before jerking off harshly while watching you.

“Joel”, you whimpered. “Please I want-”

“You’ll have that cock when I’ll give it to you”, he cut you off.

“Please Joel, use me”, you whined again.

“Jesus, you need my cock that bad? Get on all fours, then. And take off your clothes.”

You undressed and watched him remove his clothes, before waiting for him on your hands and knees. The bed sank under his weight as he knelt behind you. He ran his hands from your neck to the small of your back. He reveled in your eagerness, seeing your ass pushed back towards him. You wanted him to use you, the way he wanted. He placed his cock at your entrance, and thrusted in slowly. So slowly that it was almost more painful than when he would suddenly stick it in you. Like a bandage that you gently remove instead of ripping it off all at once. You felt your pussy spread painfully to let his cock sink in. You felt his skin warming you up from the inside. He kept thrusting, and you realized that you had been holding your breath since he dove in you. You breathed deeply, keeping yourself from moving backwards and impaling yourself on his cock in one blow. You knew he wanted to control the pace, and you wanted him to act that way. You wanted to be in pain, to feel things as intensely as possible, and for as long as possible.

You felt so fragile and vulnerable, with his massive hands on you and his cock piercing you. And at the same time, you had never felt so safe. Nothing could happen to you, with him.

Finally his cock bottomed out and you gasped. He pulled back and thrusted in with a brutal move this time, as you reflexively leaned forward. He tightened his embrace, threatening “don’t you dare. You’re gonna take my cock, as I want you to take it.” You bit your lip and nodded.

You heard him spit and you shivered as you felt his saliva reach your ass, his thumb immediately coming up to push it into your ring. You heard him grunt behind your back, guessing his contemplation between keeping fucking your pussy or claiming your ass. With a snort, he pulled out, dipping his tongue against your ass, lapping flat. You heard him jerking off into his fist and part of you hoped to see him desperate to the point of cumming against the sheets without having time to fuck you. But his primal instinct for possession was the strongest, and he positioned himself against your ring once he felt you would be able to take it.

He pushed, and you waited quietly, controlling your breath, until the tip was fully in.

“Oh fuck, Joel…”

“Always ready to take it in your ass, right?”

“I…fuck. Yeah. I can always take it.”

“Good girl”, he praised, as he thrusted in suddenly, the brutality of his action clashing with the sound of his voice. You didn't have time to say a word, he was already pulling back before burying himself again, showing you once more that you were his, pinching your hips, and you knew that the morning after your skin there would be blue.

“Turn around, I want to see your face while I fuck your ass,” he said, pulling back and manhandling you to turn around.

You lay on your back, and he grabbed the back of your knees to bring them closer to your shoulders before thrusting in. The position made the penetration so deep that you thought he was actually going to tear you in half. His growls were more animalistic than human and you lost yourself in their sounds.

“Look”, he said. “Look at my cock, ruining your ass.”

He pulled his torso away from yours and you looked down, where your bodies were one.

“Fuck, baby doll. Look. You’re taking it so good.”

“Joel... Let off all your steam. Use me for that.”

“Shit you’re…you never get enough of that cock.”

He fucked you, probably harder than ever, and you couldn't feel your body anymore.

“Lose yourself in me”, he told you, looking at you as if he was reading you. “I’m here for it”, he added. You came, hearing him, your clit rubbing against his lower stomach.

Burying in your ass, he grabbed your wrists with one hand and held them above your head, placing his mouth against your armpit, licking away the beads of sweat hidden there and growling against your skin.

“Jo…fuck. Joel.”

“Mmmm?”, he growled.

“The sounds you make, when you fuck me. I…- fuck.. I feel so full - …I love these sounds.”

For the first time, you thought you saw a loss of control in him, and you tried to catch his gaze. When he froze inside you and shot the hot spurts of cum into your ass, all you could think about was the dark waves you were floating in, and you came a second time on his cock.

You got dressed and as you were leaving he grabbed you, holding you against him like no one had ever done before. He held you so tight that it was painful, but you would have let him crack one of your ribs if it would allow you to continue this embrace. When he released you, you tried to meet his gaze again, but he had already turned away from you.

When you got back to your apartment, you knew you were screwed. Fucking with him, letting him use you in any possible way, was no longer enough.

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lipglossanon · 1 year

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An Open Invitation (To A Perfect Domination)

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stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ so minors DNI, stepcest, bully!leon, mean!leon, stepdad!leon, fem!reader, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, corruption kink, dacryphilia, slight dubcon, breeding kink, unprotected sex

Title from Fighting With the Melody by Jimmy Urine

Not proofread so ignore any mistakes

(Part 2)

(Part 3)

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“Hey sweetheart, what’re you up to?”

You fight down your embarrassment and turn from entering your room to see Leon leaving the master bedroom he shares with your mom.

“Uh n-nothing,” you smooth your skirt down, a nervous tic that happens around Leon and you hope he hasn’t noticed.

“Wanna watch a scary movie with me later?” he wiggles his fingers at you when he says scary.

“Well—“

“Your mom hates’em and since she’s outta town for the weekend, now’s the perfect time to watch it,” he grins at you, eyes crinkling at the corners, “c’mon what do you say?”

You feel your heartbeat in your throat and butterflies in your stomach as you give him a shaky smile in return.

“O-okay. I’ve gotta put my phone on charge but then I’ll head downstairs.“

You think you see his smile sharpen but you blink and it’s just the usual grin Leon gives you.

“Great, see you downstairs, sweetheart.”

You quickly plug in your phone and leave it on your nightstand, then make your way downstairs to the den. Leon’s already settled on the couch flipping through the watch list to find a horror movie.

You go to sit down in the recliner but he tsks to get your attention.

“Come sit by me, sweetheart. It feels like I hardly ever see you anymore.”

You ignore the nerves flaring at being so close to him and sit down on the couch, leaving some space between you two.

“I’ve been pretty busy with stuff after school,” you clear your throat, “been hanging out with some friends.”

“That’s good,” he hums, then turns from the screen to face you, “but I’m happy you can spend some time with me tonight.”

You fiddle with the hem of your skirt, “Y-yeah, it’ll be nice to hang out.”

He laughs and pats your bare knee, “Definitely.”

He faces the tv once again and chooses a movie. Your heart speeds up in your chest when Leon never pulls his hand back from your leg. For the first half of the movie, your attention is split between trying to watch what’s happening on screen and keeping your leg from twitching from Leon’s warm hand. His thumb will randomly rub against your skin or he’ll squeeze down if a loud moment happens in the movie.

You look over at him in confusion when you feel him tug your leg closer to him.

“You’re pretty tense, sweetheart. C’mere, sit closer. Promise won’t let anything happen to you,” he gives you a crooked grin.

You don’t want to make things awkward so you do as he says; you scoot yourself closer to him and he wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you snug against him.

“See? That’s not so bad, right?” he whispers in your ear.

Goosebumps run across your neck, “S’fine.”

“Good,” he presses a barely there kiss to your head, grazing the tip of your ear.

You give a soft gasp and tense up but quickly relax hoping he didn’t notice.

“Oh?” his mouth is still hovering over your ear and he presses a light kiss to the lobe.

You tense again but refrain from making a noise. He presses another kiss to the back of your ear then continues to press more soft, light ones to the skin behind your ear and down your neck.

You know you make a sound then cause he chuckles and tightens his hold on your shoulders.

“Feel nice, baby?” he goes back to your neck but adds a hint of teeth and tongue to his kisses.

You reach out to push him away, but his free arm comes up to grab your wrists and holds them together with one hand.

“Shhh, be good for me baby,” he rumbles, “be a good girl for daddy.”

You gasp, nipples hardening and body going hot all over.

He laughs, a low sound in his chest, “Mmm yeah, be a good girl for me. Now kiss me sweetheart, let me taste that sweet little mouth.”

In a daze, you turn and meet his dark eyes. He glances down at your parted lips and looks back up into your blown pupils.

“C’mon, a little kiss never hurt anyone, sweetheart.”

Your eyes slip shut as he closes the gap and kisses you. His mouth his hot and insistent, tongue running across your bottom lip. Your mouth opens for him and he’s pressing his tongue deep—taking, tasting. You whine when he pulls away.

“Another one?”

You nod and he goes back to kissing you breathless, tongues tangling until he pulls away again.

“Another,” this time it’s you demanding, twisting your wrists in his grip.

“Greedy,” he laughs, and teasingly gives you a chaste peck on the lips.

“Please,” you tug against his hold, “wanna kiss.”

“Yeah? Well who am I to say no,” he kisses you eagerly, pressing your lips together until it almost hurts.

Leon kisses you until you’re drooling, spit dripping down your chin as his tongue overwhelms your mouth.

“Messy girl,” he groans, “such a messy girl.”

Your breathing hard and your pussy is leaking slick in the gusset of your panties. The hand Leon’s using to hold your wrists pulls down to press your hands on the obvious outline of his cock.

Wide eyed, you look from his smug face to where your hands are cupping his dick in his sweats.

“You’re making me so hard, baby,” he noses at your hairline and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Reach in and pull me out, yeah?”

You’re dizzy with arousal, and almost like in a dream, you watch yourself follow his instructions. He lets go of your wrists and you push the band of his sweatpants down with one hand and use the other to reach inside and pull his dick out.

He hisses as soon as your hand touches the blood hot skin. You know you’re gawking but you can’t look away. He’s fatand long and so thick. You slowly trail your fingers up to the head and drag across his foreskin.

“Fuck,” he bites out, “touch daddy as much as you want, sweetheart.”

His cock kicks in your hand as a glob of precum oozes from the head. You run your fingers through the sticky mess, slowly caressing the soft skin. You whimper as your clit pulses with need.

His palm cups your hot pussy.

“Baby,” he groans into your neck, lips dragging against your skin, “is this all for me?”

“Y-yeah,” you whimper, rolling your hips into his broad hand.

He pulls away to watch you hump your needy pussy into his palm. Your nails dig into his thick bicep as he presses his hand against you harder.

“That’s it baby, ride my hand like a good little girl. My good girl,” he growls.

“Daddy,” you whine, tears gathering in your lash line.

“So good for me baby, so good,” he kisses your cheek.

“Wanna show you something, sweetheart.”

He pulls you into his lap, your back against his chest.

“Take off your panties,” he holds onto your hips.

You arch your hips up and ease your underwear down your thighs and slip them the rest of the way off.

“Now hold your skirt up, baby.”

You both watch your hands as you grab the hem and pull up until he can see your wet cunt. He grabs your legs and places them on the outside of his own so your pussy is spread out on display.

He slaps his hand on your sensitive mound and clit. You give a low cry as he spanks your cunt again.

“Yeah that’s what my girl needs, needs to know her place,” he murmurs in your ear, “like this little pussy getting slapped, baby? Need me to spank it better?”

Your toes are curling in your socks as you arch back into Leon, grinding down on the dick you feel underneath your ass.

“Please please please,” you’re gasping, hands clawing at his forearms.

One hand spreads your pussy lips open and with the other, he gives a stinging slap to your swollen clit.

Your body jerks like you’ve been electrocuted and you wail from the intense feeling coursing through your pussy.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Leon’s voice is thick, “m’gonna give this sweet cunt lotsa kisses after this. Just let me spank her til she’s crying, okay baby?”

You can’t even talk just let out a weak moan as Leon goes back to slapping your throbbing cunt. Submerged under the pleasurable pain of his broad hand, you lose all track of time.

Leon finally stops spanking your pussy and slips his middle and ring finger into your sopping wet hole. You can feel his wedding band glide against your walls.

“Damn baby,” he laughs, “what a little slut. Even your mom doesn’t get this wet from a little pussy slapping.”

You clench hard around his fingers at those words.

“Oh?” his voice gets even lower, “yeah, my sweet girl is better than her own mother. Is that what you want to hear? I’ve been wanting to fuck you since she introduced us on that third date.”

“N-no, I’m not—“

He shushes you, “S’okay, baby. I’ll make sure to take care of my little girl. I’m gonna make you cum on my tongue then my cock. Don’t care if you can take it or not.”

His tongue dips inside your ear before his mouth trails down your jaw to your neck. He grabs your hips and helps you stand on your shaky legs. He stands up behind you and pushes you to the stairs.

“C’mon baby, wanna eat you out in my bed and not the couch,” he presses a wet kiss to your neck as you moan, “rather take you apart on my sheets.”

The next thing you know, you’re splayed out naked across your mother and her new husband’s—your stepdad’s—bed.

“Such a sweet pussy,” Leon moans, tongue lapping at your wet folds, eyes locked with yours from where he’s lying naked between your legs.

His hands come up to the inside of your thighs and press down, leaving you spread open for his hungry mouth. His face is buried in your cunt, licking into your slick hole.

You moan so loud you have the fleeting thought you might lose your voice. Your hands are gripping his hair tightly, hips rolling up into his mouth.

He pulls far enough away to spit into your pussy before tongue fucking his spit into your clenching hole.

You moan and pull his hair, strands wrapped around your fingers to help guide his face to where you want it most. He takes the hint and begins to press wet open mouthed kisses to your sensitive clit. He sucks the swollen bud into his mouth and flicks his tongue against it over and over again. Your legs thrash where he has them pinned down to the bed.

“M gonna cum, Leon. You’re gonna make me cum,” you moan.

He hums into your pussy, suckling your clit softly. He pulls away to lap at your pussy with quick strokes of his tongue.

“Cum all over my face, sweetheart. Show daddy how good he makes you feel,” he presses his face back between your folds and sucks your clit back into his mouth.

“Daddy,” you hiccup a sob as you cum, slick coating his lower jaw and dripping down his chin.

“Good girl,” he climbs over top of you and kisses your harshly, fucking his tongue into your mouth.

You can taste yourself on his lips and arch up into his body. His dripping cock drags against your throbbing pussy. He thrusts his hips to rub his cock through the slick leaking from your cunt.

“Ready for me, baby?”

Not waiting for an answer, he slips the head of his dick inside your clenching hole.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be tight,” he laughs to himself, “yeah a tight little pussy for daddy.”

You’re clawing at his shoulders and back. You almost can’t breathe from the stretch.

“Too big,” your eyes are starting to water, “I can’t—“

He covers your mouth with the palm of his hand.

“Doesn’t matter, sweetheart,” he smiles at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “we’ll just have to train this cunt to take it, huh?”

It hurts but it feels good too; you feel overly full and stretched out, but you want him to keep going. You start to cry but you can feel yourself getting wetter, easing the way for Leon to bully his cock further into your pussy until he bottoms out.

“Got all weekend to train you, sweetheart,” he laughs meanly, “gonna stay buried in this cute little pussy til your mom gets home.”

You moan high in your throat, walls clamping down around Leon’s thick cock as you cum hard.

“Oh fuck me,” he laughs even harder, “yes, baby, that’s it. You like that? Like that I’m gonna breed this sweet pussy all weekend?”

He pulls his cock halfway out then slowly sinks back into your wet and willing body. More tears drip from your eyes.

“‘M not kidding, sweetheart,” his palm presses harder around your mouth, “gonna fuck you all weekend. Cream this pussy over and over again.”

He reaches between your bodies and begins to rub and pinch your clit.

“Want you to cum again, beautiful,” he groans, “need you squeezing me tight while I cum in you.”

You shake you head back and forth and try to say no, to pull out but he only smiles down at you.

“I’m not pulling out, daddy’s gotta give his messy girl his cum, gotta show her how much he loves her, right?”

You try to twist your head away and push against his chest, but he settles his body further over you and slowly ruts into your squelching cunt. His fingers circle your clit until your pussy’s clenching and spasming around him again, eyes rolling back from the force of your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,” he pants into your neck, “take it, fuck, take it.”

With a low groan you feel reverberating in your own chest, Leon fucks his cock deep inside you and cums.

“That’s it,” he’s panting, sucking a bruise into your neck, “milk my cock baby. Yes, love this pussy so much.”

He grinds his dick inside your pussy until the steady stream of cum stops filling you. Slipping out, he watches as his cum leaks out of your puffy cunt. He uses two fingers to scoop it up and rubs across your clit until your legs kick out from overstimulation. He shoves your legs open and continues rubbing your clit until your body arches and a mix of slick and cum gushes from your pussy as you climax again.

You’re openly crying now, partly from overstimulation and partly from just how mean Leon has treated you.

“Aww, don’t cry, sweetheart,” he coos down at you and kisses your tear stained cheeks, “didn’t that feel good?”

He placates you with soft kisses and sweet words until your breathing calms and you feel less overwhelmed.

“There we go, there’s my good girl,” he rubs a thumb across your bottom lip as you give him a shaky smile.

“Daddy’s good girl, right?”

“Y-yeah,” you breathe out, “I’m daddy’s good girl.”

“Yeah you are,” he smiles all teeth and dark eyes, “my very, very good girl.”

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chronicdisasterwrites · 9 months

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you touched my hair and i almost passed out

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

genre + warnings: - SUPER FLUFF !!! jealousy, pining, kissing, megumi being a fantastic lil' wingman, swearing, a lil s2 spoiler.

word count: 2,750

summary: PART 3 of the gojo series !!! satoru is flustered, reader is dense af, she touches his hair and he almost dies.

enjoy this mess lmfao

“You’re pathetic.”

“Excuse me?”

Megumi looks uninterested and downright disappointed as he glares at his teacher. Whereas, Gojo Satoru looks bewildered as to what he might've done to make his student extra bitter today. He always finds a way to piss Megumi off; even sometimes just by breathing too loudly.

Megumi rolls his eyes and sighs as he goes back to reading his book. Satoru crosses his arms across his chest as he leans back on his chair and crosses his legs. He waits for Megumi to explain himself, only to be answered with pure silence and an overwhelming aura of pity.

Satoru pouts and scoffs, “Seriously?”

Megumi simply takes a sip of his ginger tea as he looks at Satoru with his usual look of pure disdain. He clenches his jaw as he looks as if he's waiting for Satoru to figure it out already, but to everyone else around them, it simply looks like they’re in the middle of a serious staring competition.

“Your pining. It's pathetic.”

Satoru’s jaw drops and he quickly closes it and leans forward, putting his arms on the table, and staring intently at Megumi through his sunglasses. Megumi is unfazed.

“I am not pining. I am simply observing.”

Megumi raises a single brow and looks back to where you were standing and conversing with some guy. You've been talking to him for quite a while now and Satoru has been hopelessly staring since you left the table you three were seated at. Megumi turns back to look at Satoru and scoffs, “Yeah. Sure you are.”

This time Satoru does nothing to hide his gaping jaw. He lets out a humorless laugh and slaps his hand on the table,

“No no seriously, I don't care if she talks with some guy. I mean, it's totally cool. Some random guy shows up outta nowhere and sweeps her off her feet whereas I have been here all this time giving her very obvious signs all of which she'll just blatantly ignore, so yeah yeah it's totally cool.” Satoru leans back and crosses his arms across his chest, all while his face is burning red and Megumi almost sees smoke come out of his ears.

Megumi’s eyes are wide with concern. Mainly because people around them heard Satoru’s little monologue and are now muttering amongst themselves and some even snickering. Megumi could die from the embarrassment. He always knew his teacher and guardian had a very obvious thing for his other teacher and sort of guardian. You were pretty much always around since Megumi and Tsumiki started living with Satoru. Or more, near Satoru, because there’s no way anyone could make Megumi stay in the same apartment as Gojo Satoru. So he and Tsumiki stay in the apartment right next to Satoru’s. And according to Megumi, you were a saint for tolerating Satoru’s ridiculous antics for so long. But Megumi’s observant. He sees through people, and he could see very well how much you both liked each other. In fact, it was sort of endearing at first; watching the two of you do small things for each other, give each other fleeting glances and hidden smiles, ghosting touches on each other's skin. But now, it's just plain annoying. The unreleased tension is killing Megumi and the boy is only 13. He shouldn't even know what this tension is. That's how obvious you and Satoru were. And Megumi had had enough of this ridiculous pining.

Sighing, Megumi crosses his arms across his chest and furrows his brows, staring intently at his guardian, “Just be a grown-up and tell her.”

Satoru scoffs, “Tell her what? That I obviously don't like her? Sure thing.”

Slapping a palm on his face, Megumi wishes he could slap the immature adult sitting across from him instead. Before he lets his intrusive thoughts win, you walk over and place a bag on the table, right in front of Megumi and Satoru. They both look at you with quirked eyebrows and you smile, thinking how strange it is that they both look so similar.

“This is for you. Call it a ‘first day as a teacher’ gift,” You look at Satoru with that dazzling smile and Satoru feels his resolve dwindling. Curses, he thinks. He skeptically peeks into the bag and sees a black box wrapped with a ribbon. Looking back at you through his glasses, he raises a silvery brow, “Did your little friend give this to you?”

Your smile drops and morphs into a perplexed look,

“What, Haru? No- wha- I bought this for you.”

“Ah, so he has a name. Didn't ask but okay,” Satoru huffs and you see the muscle in his jaw twitch. You cross your arms and stare down at him with extremely confused eyes, “What’s your problem?”

Satoru sighs, places a couple of notes on the table as he stands, and takes the bag, “Nothing. Forget it.” He walks away, you presume to the car, without another word. You look at Megumi and see that he's already looking at you with expectant eyes. You shrug and point your thumb at the obviously pissed-off man, “What’s with him?”

Megumi stands, tight-lipped, “He’s being a child because he’s scared of his feelings.”

You're absolutely bewildered now. Feelings? What feelings? What did I even do? Wait- Is he jealous? No way.

You think Megumi can see into your mind as he raises his eyebrows and looks at you, hoping you'd crack the code. When you simply stare with a slack jaw he sighs, “Talk to him, please.”

He follows his guardian and you stand there wondering what the hell was going on.

—-

Satoru enters his apartment with a heavy heart. It's ridiculous to act like this, he knows that. You don't deserve his attitude just because he is incapable of expressing himself like a normal human being. All these years, he's loved you. As a friend first, then at one point, it exceeded that, and now he can't imagine his life without you. It's suffocating and he just cannot bring himself to tell you. He wants to, but then his mind fills with thoughts that keep him up at night and rob him of the little sleep he tries to get. What if you freak out and refuse to even be friends anymore? What if you run away? What if you say you feel the same way and then you end up breaking up? I don't deserve you. You can have someone normal, with a normal life, and a normal past. What if I can't make you happy? What if someone targets you because of me? What if I can't protect you? What if I lose you?

Satoru sighs as he removes his glasses and puts them on the empty dining table, in the empty room, in his empty apartment. He pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales. I should apologize, he thinks. He will, but first, he'll open the gift. He takes out the black box and takes off the ribbon, opening the lid. His eyes soften as he lifts the long, midnight-blue blindfold. He smiles to himself. You remembered. He remembers years ago he told you he would start wearing a blindfold since glasses stopped being effective enough for his Six Eyes. He remembers telling you the glasses were hurting the bridge of his nose so a blindfold would be the best option, but he was too picky and couldn't find the perfect blindfold for his “perfect” eyes. He couldn't believe you remembered, considering your reaction when he told you this minuscule information was a simple, “Okay, you do you.”

He takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling. I'll tell her.

—-

“Hey, you busy?”

You jerk from the sudden voice as you turn around to see Gojo Satoru standing in your living room, uninvited. You breathe heavily as you relax your clenched hand that effectively ruined the report you were working on before getting so brazenly startled.

“What the hell, Satoru?”

Satoru smiles sheepishly as he scratches the back of his head. He holds up the blindfold and says, “Thanks for this. I didn't think you'd remember.”

You sigh and turn back to continue working on your report, “Of course I remembered, Satoru.”

His heart is pounding and he can't remember ever feeling like this. He feels like a child with a crush and he doesn't know what to do. Just say it. For fuck’s sake, just say it.

“Will you cut my hair?”

There's an uncomfortable silence filling the room and Satoru wants to teleport away and hope you'll forget this encounter. You slowly turn back to look at him with wide eyes. Satoru feels his face warm up.

You blink, “You want me to cut your hair?”

Satoru gulps and decides to roll with it, “Yeah, I mean- my hair won't look nice with a blindfold the way it is. It'll just fall off. So I guess- y’know- gimme an undercut or something, maybe?” He looks everywhere but your eyes and continues fiddling with his hair. He's so adorable, you can't help but think.

You laugh and fully turn around on your chair to face him, “I can't believe you'll let me touch your precious hair.”

Finally looking at you, Satoru feels himself fall even more in love with you. Your effortless smile after the way he treated you earlier that day made him feel like absolute shit. But that smile; he'd die twice for that smile and then come back to life just to see it again.

He smiles and shrugs, “Yeah. I trust you, so why not?”

You grin and walk towards him. Bringing your hand up to assess his hair, you purse your lips, “Alright, I’ll cut your hair.”

—-

I can't do this. This is too much. She smells so good. Her hands are so soft. Fuck, this was a mistake. Killing Toji was easier than this shit.

Satoru was sweating and his brain was about to implode. You sat him down in your bathroom filled with everything you need to cut his hair perfectly. You were excited, as a child would be after getting an entire bar of chocolate for themselves or a cool pair of shoes. Little did you know, Satoru was freaking out. This wasn't even the closest he had been to you. He kissed you on the forehead, he had touched your chest. Albeit innocent, he knows that if he wasn't having a panic attack he would've short-circuited right then and there. And you didn't see him lean against the wall to control his breathing right as he turned the corner after kissing you on the forehead, after you almost died. He had been loving you for so long, that he wondered how dumb you could be sometimes despite being one of the smartest people he knows. But now, you're too close, your face inches from his as you check the length of his bangs. His eyes are locked on his clasped hands lying on his lap as you snip away.

As you move behind him and turn on the trimmer, he finally releases the breath he had been holding. The cold steel of the trimmer touches his neck and shivers run up his entire body. You watch goosebumps form on his skin near his nape and ask, “You alright? Are my hands too cold?”

“No no, I'm good. Perfect, actually.” Satoru slaps himself mentally for being so painfully obvious. Then he remembers he was supposed to confess anyway. You mutter a small “okay” and get right back to working the trimmer on the underside of his hair. Taking the bottle, you spritz some water on his hair and comb through it with your little brush. Your hands run through his hair and Satoru feels he might just pass out. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and tries to control his racing heart. The sound of the scissors cutting more of his silvery white hair brings his head down from the clouds. The soft touch of your fingers against his neck just sends his head into overdrive again. Your hands fluff his hair as you move in front of him again to check your work. You look into his eyes and Satoru can't help himself anymore.

“I love you.”

The way your eyes widen and shoulders drop almost breaks Satoru’s delicate heart. You open your mouth but Satoru beats you to it. He stands up and starts rambling,

“You don't have to say anything. I just- I love you and I had to tell you, I just couldn't keep it in anymore. I understand if you don't feel the same and you don't have to, It's okay, just please don't freak out and stop being my friend or something.”

You keep staring at him and he thinks this is it. The end of it all. Almost a decade-long friendship; thrown down the drain. He says your name and looks at you with the softest eyes you've ever seen in your life.

“C’mon say something. Anything. “Get out”, “Shut up”, something, anyth-”

“I love you too.”

Satoru stands still, mid-sentence, gaping like a fish out of water, “Huh?”

You snort and cover your face with your hands, shoulders shaking with laughter, “I said, I love you too.”

Satoru exhales deeply and leans down to rest his hands on his knees. He looks up at you, still laughing, and asks, “Why on Earth are you laughing?”

You chortle and look at him with gleaming eyes and the brightest smile he thinks he's ever seen, “You just look so ridiculous.”

Satoru looks at the mirror and mentally facepalms at his appearance. A giant plastic bag wrapped around his upper body and half-wet hair making him look like a wet rat. Yeah, he did look ridiculous. He shakes his head and laughs. Moving closer to you he slowly places his hand on your cheek. He looks at the fully healed scar and leans down to kiss it gently. Resting his forehead on yours, he breathes, “I love you.” He then leaves an even gentler kiss on the tip of your nose, “So, so much.”

He's gazing into your eyes and you're gazing into his, with the same look you've always given him, which makes him think out loud, “How long have you…?”

You sigh as you close your eyes and bring up your hand to touch his wrist near your face, feeling his pulse. You release a short laugh, “Long enough.”

Satoru smiles and brings his other hand to caress your other cheek, “Can I kiss you? Please?”

You smile and loop your arms around his neck, “Yes, please do.”

He leans down as you lean up and you can feel his smile against your lips. His large hands on your face, his lips against yours, his breath in your lungs, all you can think is Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. The kiss is slow, like you're both memorizing each other's taste. Like you're fully immersing yourselves in this experience as if it's the last time you'll ever be able to do this. You never thought you'd have this, but now you do. He loves you. Your hands stroke his undercut, feeling the freshly cut hair on your skin as your hand moves up to brush against the longer strands on top.

His hands are holding onto your face as if he's afraid you'll slip away if he lets go for even a second. Then he feels you caress the back of his head and he lets one of his hands travel down to wrap itself around your waist. This is real, he thinks and he can't believe it. You love him. His lips move against yours in a perfect rhythm, as if you've been kissing each other for years. It's comfortable, safe, familiar.

Finally stopping, you both breathe heavily with the dopiest grins on your faces. Beaming, Satoru wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you, clutching your head to his chest. You let out a breath, getting lost in the rhythm of his heartbeat. The vibrations from his laughter cause you to look up at him with a questioning look on your face.

He shakes his head and brings a hand up to gently rest your head back on his chest. Perching his chin on top of your head, he strokes your hair.

“Megumi will have a field day when he hears about this.”

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a/n: okkkk finally the morons confess! also I added a guy called haru bc i love haruka from free! and i could, so yay.

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honeyshiddendesire · 2 months

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Dirty Alphabet - Eustass

Eustass Kid x Female Reader

*This one I got carried away cause he's my boo lol 🥵❤️‍🔥🫦*

*banner*

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you're already in a relationship he will be a big snuggler but don't you dare mention it or he'll deny it. If it's a casual/ one night stand thing he'd probably see if you wanna go get drinks…or just bounce up outta there. Lol

B = Breath Play (do they like it done to them or doing the deed)

Loves choking you and knowing he's so strong he could crush your windpipe buttt he's a kinky man so he loves it if you return the favor when you're riding his cock. Your smaller hands trying to squeeze even just the smallest amount of oxygen makes him grunt and groan out curses.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Big mess maker for sure!! Wants to fill you with cum but also wants to cover you in it too. Smear that shit along with your makeup till you're a big sloppy mess that he can tease. If you swallow so be it but he loves shooting it on that pretty face of yours. Also he cums A LOT! So be prepared!

D = Dirtiest Kink (what they think is their dirtiest kink)

Wants to tag team you with Killer which you expected but the real secret is that he thought of sharing you with Law and Luffy. He doesn't know why but the thought plagues his brain. Maybe it's the fighting they've done together in Wano that drew him to the idea but he'll never admit it to you…maybe he'll tell Killer though.

E = Exhibitionist? (Do they like being watched)

Loves attention!!! Watch him all you want but don't think he'll be shy about it baby. That man will solo masturbate and talk you out of your panties in a second to join him. Also loves watching you as well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to showcases his strength and his big dick. Full nelson, mating press to keep you pinned down and feel his entire length. Also pronebone so you can't push him off and his big arms can cage you in how he likes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Will crack jokes but always in a teasing way as he's fucking you into the mattress. If you try to make an embarrassing joke though just expect him to scowl.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I wanna say kind of trimmed cause he looks like he manscapes but he likes having a happy trail of red hair leading to the ‘main treat’.

Idk why but I feel like if you didn't shave he'd go feral. 🤷‍♀️ Idk why lol but I think you not following the usual beauty standards would drive him literally insane lol

I = Initiation (how do they get you going? Vice versa )

He's a horn ball 24/7 so he's super handsy and if he's not touching you he'll spill pure filth no matter who's around. His crew gets a kick out of it but if they try and make comments to you best believe they'll be thrown overboard or spending their time scrubbing their own blood off the deck.

J = Jealous (how do they get when jealous )

It's Kidd…he's territorial. I can totally see him getting jealous and storming off somewhere. But if you've been together a long time he's not asking questions just grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to punish you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation Kink! He loves the both of you being fucked out beyond the point of words, shaking and drooling from round after round.

Corruption Kink! If you're a good girl, best believe he wants to change that. Wants to turn you into a horny ticking time bomb, literally desires to turn that shy exterior into a handsy sex machine just like him.

Glasses glasses glasses!!! If you wear glasses it makes you look nerdy/sweet which plays into his corruption Kink and now he can't help but picture what they'll look like covered in his cum. (Totally self indulgent but IDC it's my page lol)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. This man has no shame when it comes to sex on his ship, hell he'll even fuck you in an alley way. Weirdly doesn't like you being seen though so he'll pick positions that he can cover you with his big body. Even covering your mouth so no one can hear the sweet sounds you make for him only.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He's always horny but loves when you get just as handsy as him though. If you do try flirting he'll make you work for it just to see how far and bold you get.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Can't really think of anything this man won't do tbh lol 🤣 He's a freaky freak.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves fucking your face but loves eating pussy, it's his favorite meal. Ask him and he'll be honest.🥵 So sit on his face and then you both can devour each other.

P = Pace (rough and fast, slow and soft)

Depends on his mood. He's always rough but sometimes he'll fuck you slow with deep mind numbing thrusts till you're begging for him. Yet other times he'll fuck you fast and hard till you're shaking and drunk on his cock.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes yes yes. Whenever and however many he can get from you he's down.

R = Rope (shibari, bondage? Do they like it?)

Yup whether giving or receiving that man is down. He's a big boy who can take you whipping him or even slapping him across the face while he's tied up. But won't go as hard on you as you can go on him. He knows his strength but won't push yours unless you beg of course.

S = Sharing? (Are they willing to share you?)

Depends on who it is. If it's Killer, absolutely lol If he's having a captains talk with Law and Luffy and they just so happen to mention you he'll freak out in a feral lust but ultimately it's up to you of course.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He makes his own of course. He's a craftsman with many skills and desires so of course he'll come up with something.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The meanest 🥵 teasing you till you're pouting and begging for relief

V = Voyeur (do they like to watch)

Yup yup! He'll even join you in giving him a show lol

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you wear heels, step on him! Not in a submissive way but more in a, “I'm strong those pointy heels won't do shit” type of way. It's like a play on a pain fetish and heel/foot fetish. The feeling of your heels scratching at his shoulders make his groans so much raspier. Will also kiss along your ankles when you wear them telling you how hot they look.

If your feet end up hurting while you walk he'll just toss you over his shoulder before you can even think of removing them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick baby~ heavy dick and veiny with big breeding balls 🤷‍♀️ just saying the man cums alot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always on go!!!!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His brain can be pretty active so it takes him a minute tbh but he'll cuddle you to sleep and fall out shortly after.

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qtboni · 11 months

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I saw your requests were open and thought I'd send something in :]

What about a reader that has like really prominent canine teeth that are a bit longer that usual and pointy so they kinda look like fangs. I thought either Ghost or König would be perfect for that, because I think both of them would find it secretly really cool and extremely hot. Maybe there could be a hint of spiciness where reader bites them and they get like super feral for it?

Feel free to ignore this if it's not for you. Have a good day!!

HELLO BB !! omg what a hot req honestly ?! YES . [ fanart credits : vhenan_virabelasan on ig and ave661 on tumblr ]

╰﹒ 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐋' 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

C/W: MDNI. fluff + smut, f!reader, neck sucking w/ fangs, hickeys, makin' out, praise, dry humping, and simon teasing the heck outta you.

W/C: 3k bubs

As you looked in the mirror, you couldn't help but be drawn to your sharp and pointed teeth again. They were unlike anything you had ever seen before, almost as if they were... fangs.

You felt self-conscious about them at first, but as time went on, you began to embrace them. Because lucky for you, your partner, Simon, had no problem accepting them either.

In fact, he found them quite attractive. Your fangs may have been different, but he loved the way they made your smile stand out. In his eyes, they were a unique feature that set you apart from everyone else. And he couldn't resist the urge to tease you about them, making you blush every time <3

You were cuddling with Simon at your home, feeling the warmth of his hand against yours. His fingers were calloused from work, and the feeling was comforting and reassuring. He suddenly stopped from carresing the top of your hand with his thumb and pulled you closer to him.

"You know, I've been meaning to tell you something," He trails off as he grins at you. "But I don't know if you'll like it or not."

His words filled you with anticipation, and you leaned in to hear what he had to say.

"What is it, Si'?" You looked up at him, curiosity flickering in your eyes.

"Lovie," He leaned in closer to you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I think your cute lil' fangs are quite sexy, aye?"

You felt your cheeks turn rosy at his words, unable to contain your embarrassment. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but blush at the compliment.

As you looked up at him, you saw the warmth in his eyes and felt your heart skipping a beat. "Really?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, really," Simon leaned even closer to you, his breath warm on your neck now. "Think they're really unique, lovie... intriguing actually."

You were left stunned, wide eyed, mouth slightly gaping. The sudden silence was almost deafening, and all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.

Simon's eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. His fingers twined through yours, and you felt the warmth of his touch through your skin. You couldn't help but lean in towards him, feeling like you were falling into him and never wanting to come back up.

He leaned closer to you. The smell of his cologne was overpowering, but also comforting in a way. You felt his breath against your ear as he spoke.

"They make you even more beautiful than you already are." His words were like honey, and you felt as if your body were turning to jelly. You were so focused on him that you almost forgot where you were.

You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, feeling like a school girl around her crush. This man was dangerous, but you weren't sure if you wanted to escape his grasp.

"Thank you," you whispered, feeling like your words were falling short of what you wanted to say. "I've always been self-conscious about my teeth, but hearing you say that makes me feel like they're a good thing."

Simon's smile widened, and he leaned in even closer, almost touching his lips to yours. You suddenly felt your heart racing, and your mind was spinning. You could feel the blood rushing through your cheeks so you turned away, feeling your blush deepen.

"It's almost like I've got a cutie of a vampire with me everywhere I go, love," You hear Simon let out a laugh and his touch warming you up from the inside with his hands now placed on to your thighs.

"Vampire?" You turned to him quizzically.

Simon's laugh only made your face flush even more, and you couldn't help but give him a playful shove with a soft 'Hey' coming out of your lips.

His hands going up to your hips sent a shiver down your spine, and you had to fight the urge to pull away. The warmth of his touch was almost too much to handle, and you felt your heart skipping a beat once more.

"Yes, a vampire," he said with a playful smile. "The way that your fangs protrude from your lips, it's almost like you're a bloodsucker," he continued, his voice low and husky.

You had to admit that the notion of being a vampire was a bit unsettling, but the way he talked about it made you almost want to believe it. You couldn't help but give him another playful push, trying to fight the excitement that was building up inside of you.

"I'll have you know that I'm far too sweet to be a vampire," you replied with a smile. "But if you keep calling me one, maybe I'll bite," you added, trying to sound menacing but coming off sounding almost seductive.

Simon let out another laugh, it was deep and playful, and something about the sound made smile even wider. You feel his grip on your hips tightened, and you felt the heat from his fingers press into your flesh. The warmth was almost too much to handle, and you felt a sudden urge to move closer to him.

"Oh, is that a promise?" Simon's voice was low and husky, almost as if he too was feeling the same pull that you were. His smile was playful, but there was something dangerous in his eyes, as if he was trying to tease you.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of something happening between the two of you. You felt your hands instinctively move closer to his body, placing them on his shoulder as you leaned in closer to him.

"That is a definite promise," you said, your voice almost a whisper.

The tension between the two of you was almost unbearable, and you felt as if the very air around you was charged with electricity. Your heart was racing, and every one of your senses was tuned into him, almost as if you were in a trance.

"Prove it then, lil' vamp'," Simon said, his voice almost a whisper, yet somehow still a command.

Without another thought, your body moved towards him, and your lips met his. They were soft and supple, and the feeling of his lips against yours was almost overwhelming.

"Naughty girl..." he mutters under his breathe. You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as the kiss deepened, and your hands found their way to his hair. You gasped lightly when his grip tightens on your waist. You feel him smiling in the kiss as his tongue licked your bottom lips.

For the longest time, it felt as though you two were the only ones in the world. There was nothing else that mattered, and all of your worries and troubles seemed to melt away. The kiss was almost electric, and you felt like you were on top of the world.

The kiss ended all too soon, and you both pulled away to catch your breath. Simon's eyes were locked onto yours, and the only sound that could be heard was your ragged breath.

"I think I've proven that I can pull it off," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I think you have," Simon replied, a small grin playing on his lips. "I'm impressed."

He pulled his embrace away from yours, but his hands remained on your waist. "But..." he trailed off and you could feel his grip tighten slightly there. You felt your breathe hitch.

You leaned in closer, intrigued and eager to hear what he had to say. "But what?"

"Think I can recall that vampires have some favorite parts," he said with a sly smile. He leaned in closer, his voice now a whisper that was barely audible. "Don't they, lovie?"

The air around you seemed to vibrate, as if you had just discovered a secret about his powers. You felt your heart race in anticipation as you waited for him to reveal more.

Simon looked at you with a knowing smile, and you could feel your heart pounding with anticipation.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite part," he said, his fingertips grazing your neck as he spoke, making you gasp, a silent moan seeping out of your lips.

His voice was low and husky, almost a whisper, and every word felt like a caress on your skin. You felt your mind becoming fogged, almost as if you were in a daze. You couldn't help but lean in closer to him, craving the warmth of his touch.

"This?" you whisper at him as you carressed his neck, feeling him letting out a groan of appreciation. You felt your body become flushed, your breath coming short, and you knew that you were in trouble.

"Yes, love," His hands moved to your shoulders, and for a moment, you thought that he was going to kiss you again. Instead, he moved down to your collarbone and began to trace his fingertips along it.

You felt a rush of excitement ripple through your body, and your heart began to race even faster. You couldn't help but let out a small moan, almost as if you'd been waiting for this moment for an eternity.

As you met his half-lidded eyes, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him even more. He seemed to have a power over you, a primal energy that made you want to surrender to him completely. "Tell me," he said, his voice almost a command.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest, and every nerve in your body was alert and alive. You wanted nothing more than to please him, to give him what he wanted.

You felt a blush creep up your neck, and you felt like your voice was shaking. "I would say the neck," you said, your voice almost a whisper.

Simon chuckled, and the sound sent a delicious electric down your spine. "You're right," he said. "The neck is the best place to taste."

He feels you writhing from his touch, desperate little mewls coming out of your pretty lips, and he swore he's losing his composure. His nerves were on fire.

"Please," you said, your voice sounding so desperate as you clawed at his shoulders.

"C'mon," he purred, his voice low and husky. You watch as he bears his neck to you, silently giving you permission to feast on it. "Don't go shy on me now."

He wants you to bite him, to kiss and suck on his flesh. Your eyes were drawn to his neck, and you couldn't help but feel a powerful pull towards him. You wanted nothing more than to sink your teeth into his flesh and taste him.

He leaned in closer, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck. The tension between you was almost so hot that it makes you sweat, and you felt as if you were about to explode.

"Do it, baby," he said breathlessly, his voice a command. Your teeth ached to sink into his skin, and you couldn't stop yourself. You leaned in and sank your teeth into the soft flesh of his neck.

"Good fuckin' girl," he lets out a low moan and gods, were you feeling yourself losing control by his praise. The taste of his flesh on your mouth was sweet and powerful, and it seemed to heighten every sense in your body. You couldn't stop yourself from wanting more, from needing him.

You suck down harder, making him let out a loud grunt, tighten his hold on you, and it almost as if you're trying to consume him completely. Simon loved every bit of it.

The sensation was almost too much to handle, and you felt your head spinning. You wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in this moment, and you couldn't bear the thought of it ending.

He seemed to read your thoughts as he pulled you closer to him and pulling you on top of his lap. You felt his hands moving over your body, and you leaned into him even closer, hardened nipples brushing over his clothed chest.

Simon lets out a moan when he feels you sucking on his neck deep and messy. He then shuddered when his cock strains against his jeans. He closes his eyes in pleasure as your sucking noises and soft mewls overtook his senses.

Pulling away from his neck, you saw how the hickey you painted on him was quite light. Perhaps, it was too light for your liking. You continued on with your teasing as you graze your lips on the skin below his ear.

"Love..." you hear him let out a whimper and it made your eyes roll back in pleasure as his hands found themselves inside your shirt, now kneading the exposed skin on your waist.

Your teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of his and you feel his hips rutting into yours when your teeth sucked at the sensitive part behind his ear. You tugged and sucked deeply into the skin. Simon was below you, taking it all and feeling the ends of your fangs on his neck made him groan.

You take a quick swipe of your tongue over his skin, and you can feel the blood pounding just below the surface. You lean in closer, and this time your teeth sink into his flesh. He lets out a small groan, and your instincts take over.

You start to pull at the flesh, greedily taking as much of him as you can. You can hear his breathing quicken, and you can feel his heart racing in his chest.

You feel his hand traveling down and you whined when he guided your hips down to grind on his thighs. You breathed into his neck heavily, "Si.." You then licked the now deep, angry purple hickey you made and kissed it softly.

Simon's breath hitched at your voice, and he tightened his hold around you. He looked up at you with a mixture of longing and desire in his eyes. "What is it, lovie?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

You felt a rush of excitement and nervousness course through your body. You wanted him so badly. "Simon," you whispered, feeling the need to say his name out loud. "Please.."

He smiled at you, and the warmth in his eyes made you feel as if you were melting. His lips moved to where your ear was, and he whispered, "Please what?"

You felt a shiver run down your back, and you couldn't help but feel as if you were in a dream. The sensation of his lips on your skin was almost too much to handle, and you felt a deep hunger awaken in your core.

"Take me," you whispered, voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours. "Take you?" he repeated, his voice low and husky, almost a caress.

You nodded your head slightly, feeling as if you were drowning in pure pleasure. You hid your burning face away from his view but he caught on quickly as his hand shoot out to grip your chin, making you look at him.

"Like what? Hm?" he teases you as he tugs on your shorts. You let out a whimper, writhing under his hold.

He lets out a breathy chuckle.

Simon leans in just a little closer, until his face is only inches from yours. You can feel the heat of his breath on your face, and you can smell his scent. It's intoxicating, and you find yourself becoming more and more attracted to him with each passing second.

He reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair, and you can feel your body react to his touch. He caressed your cheek, his palm resting against your skin ever so gently.

Slowly, Simon leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth, his lips lingering softly on yours. "I do want to take you," His voice was soft, but full of raw desire as he hovered over you.

You tried to hold back, but your body was betraying you, your hands moving down to his shirt, your fingers caressing his chest. He gave a low groan, the sound of his voice filling you with pleasure, and sending waves of desire throughout your body.

"Please..." You whispered.

"Oh, but you have to earn that, don't you think, baby?" Simon whispered seductively. His voice left you breathless with desire, your body shaking with anticipation.

You nodded slowly, your eyes fixed on his, filled with desire. He rose from his position close to you, his eyes blazing with lust and passion.

He leaned in, his lips just barely touching yours, his breath filling you with a sense of excitement, your body shaking with anticipation. He pulled back, looking into your eyes, his voice low and husky, his words filled with passion.

"Then earn it," He repeated passionately. His hands moved to your hips, his thumbs lightly caressing your skin, leaving you almost begging for more.

"I know you want it, love. Don't you?"

originally thought of writing for the both of em but i overlooked my skills and time ( i wrote this when i should be sleeping 😭 ) i may have overboard quite a lot with this so i hope you enjoyed !!

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lunajay33 · 1 month

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Change Part.5

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.4

•Masterlist•

“I wanna see ya dance”

“Are you sure it’s kind of embarrassing”

“Show me Angel” he smiled with encouragement

I turned on Swan lake music and did the best I could from what I was capable of, I tried avoiding eye contact, this was my Daryl Dixon I didn’t wanna see him laughing in my face over something in so passionate about, but he never did make fun of me and he never would

“My ballerina, always so graceful”

He wrapped his arms around my waist after I was done pulling me down onto the bed on our apartment in Atlanta, I straddled his legs looking down at him

“I got a surprise for ya”

“Oh do you now?” I smirked thinking he was trying to turn the mood around

“A guy I work with at the shop has a girlfriend, she runs a dance studio and she got classes for adults on the weekends, got a discount so ya could go, if ya want” his face became red which I always adored my heart swelled for him

“DARYL! Are you serious you did that for me” I yelled excited

“Anything for my angel”

“Kids I need everyone to stay completely silent okay, everyone sit along the wall of the windows and don’t move, we will stay until your parents come in 20 minutes” I said calmly as to not scare them they were only young

They listened and we were all sit in silence, my thoughts are in over drive what the hell was happening something was incredibly wrong how was I suppose to leave with those people out there like that and what about where Daryl was

Parents filled in quickly in panic dragging their kids out until finally it was just me, I took out my cell phone dialing Daryl praying he’d answer, my hands were sweaty my chest felt tight

“Angel you okay?” Daryl answered

“Daryl somethings wrong, people are coming back from the dead and eating each other please come get me I’m scared” I heard the tremble in my voice

“Don’t ya move im coming”

He was there in less than 10 minutes running into my classroom grabbing my by my shoulders and wrapping his arms around me tight holding me like the world was ending…….maybe it was

“We gotta go, we’ll go home and get our stuff but Merle’s packin some supplies fer us to get outta town ya gotta be strong” he said wiping my tears away

“Okay just don’t let go of me”

“Never”

We got home and I was quick to fill up a duffel bag with spare clothes, family jewelry, pictures of Daryl and I, baby clothes I had started buying, prenatals and just as I was about to leave I looked into the spare room seeing my Ballet collection, the slippers were still as pretty as the day Daryl gifted them to me, I laid them on the top of my belongs in the bag and zipped it up

“My lil Ballerina ya ready to go?” Daryl asked gently running his hand down my arm

“I don’t wanna leave this is our home, where we were gonna raise this baby”

“We will be alright, cause as long as I got ya with me, I’m home” Daryl didn’t get extremely soft and sentiment with me but when he did I knew it was serious

“Okay, I’m ready” he held my hand tight leading me to his truck with his motorcycle strapped in the trunk, Merle hot on our tail driving his own bike, over the years Merle had gotten a bit more use to me but Merle was Merle he was still an ass and sometimes liked to take his frustrations out on me

“Where are we going?” I asked leaning my head on his shoulder trying to distract myself from the screams and blood all over the streets

“That place I took ya up at the quarry where…….where we were first together”

“Daryl where are you taking me?” I asked as there was a cloth around my eyes as he drove me to god knows where

“Told ya it’s a surprise”

After some more time driving the truck stopped, Daryl got out coming to my side to help me out

“Can I please see now?”

He untied the cloth and what I saw made my heart melt, it was a tent over looking a serene blue quarry lake, he brought me inside the tent where he had a tons of blankets and a picnic basket in the middle

“D you did all this for me?” I asked looking at him with tears in my eyes

“ ‘Course Angel, after what ya did get me, patchin me up, making me feel safe, wanted to give ya somethin back”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders something so new, after Daryl had that incident with his dad we had gotten a lot closer

“I appreciate this so much but you didn’t have to do something back for me, I help you because I want to because……..I love you” he was silent and tensed making me nervous, we’d talked about how he didn’t have much comfort and love growing up

“I think I love ya too, if this is what love feels like” he had the faintest smile

“Soooo would you be my boyfriend?” I asked biting my lip

“Definitely” he smirked as he backed me onto the blankets laying me down so he was hovered over me

“I wanna be with you Daryl, I’m ready”

When we got to the quarry all the memories came rushing back as I looked out over the quarry, a group was already set up there from Atlanta and they were fine with taking the three of us, so after we set up Daryl’s and my tent I came here to try and get my thoughts together

“Ya okay Angel?” Daryl asked as he stood behind me wrapping his arms around my waist resting them on my tiny bump

“Just thinking about or first time here, how nervous you were, how much I realized I really love you” I said leaning back against him letting out all my stress knowing he had me

“Remembered how beautiful ya were, knew ya were the one fer me”

“How beautiful I was? Have I gotten ugly with age?” I teased

“Nah ‘course not, I got the hottest wife in the world and I ain’t letting ya go” he said as he placed a kiss to the top of my head

“We should get back, get settled for the night” I said as I held his hand scared of those “walkers” that could be wander up here

“I know it’s scary but ya gotta stay relaxed, ya know the doctor said stress is bad for the baby”

“I’m trying it’s just……a lot” we made it back to the camp and others were sitting around fires as the sun was slowly setting

I slouched next to Dale letting out an exhausted sigh letting the heat from the fire wash over me, soon Daryl came sitting by me, throwing a blanket over my shoulders and handing me a protein bar he must have packed

“You okay sweetie?” Dale asked, I only just met him but he was obviously very caring

“Oh yeah I’m fine, just a long day, glad we could get out of the town in time”

“So how do you two know eachother?” Andrea asked from across the fire

I looked at Daryl knowing he is a closed off person, being with him since we were young I forget about how he interacts with others but I understood why, he nodded giving me the okay

“We met in highschool, and have just been together since, our science teacher paired us up and changed my life for the better” I smiled remembering how cute I thought he was

“That’s so sweet, you seem like you’re perfect for eachother” Amy chimed in

I just smiled feeling Daryl squeeze my hand under the blanket so the others didn’t see, he was never big on pda

I ate my protein bar and started to feel all the stress from the day come crashing down on me so I leaned over to whisper to Daryl

“Can we go to bed?” he nodded standing up alerting the others we were leaving

“Ya better be careful” Ed said with a menacing feeling, he scared me he had this aura about him that made my skin crawl

Daryl and I walked off to our tent, where Merle was sat on a chair infront of his tent right next to ours

“Yall get nice and chummy with the camp, share fun camp stories” he mocked

“Come on Merle we need to get use to this no point in making enemies of the only people that might still be around” I said not wanting to deal with Merle’s antics right now

“Yer lucky we even helped ya out bitch” he groaned

“Shut yer damn mouth Merle” Daryl opened the tent and we left Merle to stew in his usual anger

I plopped down on the air mattress Daryl had blown up and laid blankets on, he rummaged through my bag to get my pajamas but he stopped

“Ya brought em?” He asked holding up my ballerina slippers

I don’t know why but I blushed

“Well yeah, it was the first thing you have to me” he smiled taking out my pajamas and handing them over

As I changed he took off his shirt and pants, pulling on some sweatpants, we crawled into bed laying in silence for some time

“Do you think this will all be over by the time the baby comes in 6 months?” I asked as he traced patterns around my belly

“I don’t know Angel, but we’ll figure something out, now get some sleep”

“Okay class keep working on your test I’ll be right back” I said in a hurry as I raced off to the bathroom, just making it in time to throw up all my lunch

This didn’t feel like the usually stomach bug but what else could it be……..that’s when I remembered the last time Daryl and I were together, he had just got home from work and he was so worked up from his shift he didn’t even care to use a condom and just wanted to let out his stress

Now here I was after school picking up pregnancy tests from the drug mart, wondering which one would be the most accurate

“Need help?” I looked to my side to see a beautiful woman with locks in her hair and darker skin complexion

“Yes please, I’ve never had to pick before”

She handed me a rapid test in a pink box smiling like she knew how this felt

“I know what it’s like, had the same look you have now before I had my boy, you’ll be okay”

“Thanks, I’m y/n by the way, I haven’t seen you around before are you new here?”

“I’m just passing through and I’m Michonne”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, and thank you for this but I should probably go test this out”

“No problem, good luck girl”

I got home before Daryl quick to pee on the stick, waiting for the results, the box said 5 minutes and those 5 minutes were the most stressful longest minutes of my life

The timer went off, time to see if I was really pregnant, I took the test with shaky hands and flipped it over……….2 lines I was pregnant, I thought I’d be scared and knowing Daryl’s past I wasn’t sure how he’d feel but to have a little baby with the person I love most in this world just felt….right

“Angel I’m home” I heard Daryl call from the front door

I quickly put the test in my back pocket and left to greet him, nervous of how he’d feel

“Hey ya okay?” He asked always reading me like a open book

“I have something I need to tell you”

“What are ya okay?”

“I’m fine, I just want you to know that this is what I want but if you don’t want this then I don’t know I understand why you’d leave but……”

“Ya know I’d never leave ya, now tell me what’s going on, yer freakin me out”

I took the test out of my back pocket and handed it to him, his confusion very clear, he had no idea what he was holding

“What’s this?”

“A pregnancy test, it’s positive”

He didn’t say anything he just kept looking at the test, I could see the thoughts rushing in his head

“Please say something” I whimpered feeling the emotions build up in my throat

He wrapped his arms around my waist picking me up and spinning me around

“I love ya, and I’m gonna love this baby ya hear me”

I woke up to the sun shinning through the tent giving a warm glow around us, remembering the dream of tell Daryl I was pregnant, ever since seeing those people ripping flesh apart I’ve been reminiscing a lot about the past, maybe it’s because there might be a chance that I’d never get that life back, the life I fought so hard for with Daryl, the one I craved and now it felt like it was being ripped away what if this changed things between us

I rolled over feeling the bed beside me was cold and empty, but Daryl was usually an early riser, I changed into some shorts and a more fitting short sleeve shirt, hauling on one of Daryl flannels over it, leaving the tent I saw Merle and Daryl sat around a little fire between our tents

I sat beside Daryl in a chair they must have gotten from the camp

“Here have some of this” Daryl said passing me so deer jerky he packed

“Ya okay?” He asked after I hadn’t spoken for some time

“I’m fine, just been thinking about a lot of stuff”

“Worlds not about you anymore sweetcheeks, get over yerself or ya ain’t gonna last” Merle said scoffing as if this was such a normal thing to happen to the world

“Merle can you just give me a break for once” I sighed rubbing my eyes

“Stop being a princess, may have worked before when Daryl was there to protect ya all the time from the big bad world but ya gotta suck it up” it’s kind of true, I was a bit more sensitive than others but I just didn’t like confrontation and if there ever was Daryl was there like my big strong knight

“Merle we ain’t going through this again” Daryl groaned obviously sick of Merle as well

“I’m gonna go for a walk” I stated getting up to get away from this growing tension

“Take yer knife” Daryl said handing it over

I walked through the surrounding woods enjoying the silence away from Merle, the only sound I could hear was the gentle chirps of birds littered in the trees above

I found a fallen tree sitting against it, little dandelions surrounding the base, I picked a bunch putting them in my pockets, knowing they were edible and might go along way with the group

In the past I would’ve never thought this little yellow “weed” was safe to consume but after a nature survival lesson from Daryl I was basically caught up on everything you could know about the woods

“And why exactly do I have to know survival tips about the wild?” I asked looking at Daryl like he was crazy as we walked through trails for a date he planned

“If yer my girl now ya gotta be able to take care of yerself ya never know what might happen”

“Okay if you say so” I said giggling

He crouched down by a patch of dandelions picking one out and tucking it behind my ear

“Every part of them are edible, roots stem flower” he said continuing to walk

“Really but aren’t weeds bad?”

“Not these ones, trust me spending lots of time out here I’ve had to eat a fair few”

“I…….im sorry” I hated knowing he had to struggle with a neglectful family

“Ain’t yer fault……..ya know my mother woulda loved ya” he rarely talked about her but I knew what happened to her

“Really, that would’ve been nice to meet her, see the woman who made the sweetest guy I’ve ever met”

“That’s why she’d like ya, sweet girl, and because ya love me more than I deserve”

I grabbed his bicep stopping him and turning him towards me

“Don’t speak like that D, you deserve all the love the world can give, ya wouldn’t like if I talked about myself like that would you?” He lowered his head shaking it

“Nah guess not”

“Come on mountain man, show me the rest of your tips” I said and his face exploded in red

“NO NOT LIKE THAT, god Dixon you’re going to be the death of me” I said pushing him forward on the trail screaming internally as he laughed

After spending about half an hour sitting here I got up heading back to camp, when I turned around I heard a groan and leaves crunching it was a walker only steps away from me, I stepped back tripping over a root landing hard in my tailbone, not realizing the walker was right infront of me falling ontop of me, it jaws snapping in my face, using all the strength I had to hold it back, I lifted my leg up kicking it over and off me, quickly taking out my knife driving it through its head ceasing its movement, I looked down over my first splattered with blood, the adrenaline still coursing through me I ran back to the camp past everyone to where Daryl was still sitting by our tent

“Angel what the hell happened” he asked standing up looking at me with horror

“A walker…..” I gasped

He ran his arms all over my body checking for bites, I tried to reassure him I wasn’t bite but for his peace of mind I let him continue

“Ya killed it?” Merle asked from next to us

“Guess I’m not that weak after all”

Part.6

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bordysbae · 1 year

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Hi 18. "he's my best friends brother" with jack Hughes please!

“sometimes you need to shut up”

jack hughes x f!reader

okay ik i say this about literally every story, but i fr do not like this at all?? i feel like it’s very rushed and cheesy so i apologize ugh

wc: 1.7k

your mother and ellen went to high school together. they were always close but never considered themselves best friends, until college. they ended up at the same college, and everything took off from there. you and luke are the same age, and you’ve grown up with the hughes family.

you’ve always thought jack was attractive, but he was basically just the noah flynn to your elle evans. your best friends hot older brother who was totally off limits. he always treats you like a little sister, and you hate it. but either way, the hughes family has become a major part of your life, which is why you’re currently on luke’s couch, holding his hand as the new jersey devils are selecting next.

luke’s hand is squeezing yours so tightly that it’s hurting you a little bit, but you’d never tell him that. jack is sat on the other side of you and from his body language you can tell he’s nervous as well. of course he wants his younger brother to play on the same nhl team as him, and that’s exactly what he got. before you can even realize it, luke’s name is called, and you bolt to your feet. you move out of the way so that quinn and jack can hug like first, but you’re surprised when jack grabs your wrist and pulls you into their hug.

“you’re just as important to luke as we are, get in here y/n/n,” jack says to you, making you smile. after the hug you quickly scurry out of frame so that the boys can do their thing for the camera, and you watch as luke puts on a devils cap atop his curly brown hair. you smile at the sight of him and jack, and soon realize you’re staring at the older boys beaming smile. you immediately dart your eyes away from jack, and see your mother and ellen smirking at you. you roll your eyes at them, knowing that they’ve had a lingering suspicion since your sophomore year of highschool that you have feelings for jack.

you adjust your white dress acting as if you didn’t get caught staring, looking down to hide the embarrassment on your cheeks. after all of the tv media stuff, it’s finally time for personal photos. while the boys are getting their photos taken, you venture over to where the moms are standing. “oh ellen, you’ve raised the best boys. it’s amazing how all three of them are in the nhl, isn’t it?” you say. ellen places her hand on your shoulder and smiles at you.

“you know, you mean so much to them, right? and not just luke, jack too,” ellen teases, making your mouth fall agape slightly.

“oh ellen leave my daughter alone! she’ll admit her feelings eventually,” your own mother joins in.

“he’s my best friends brother! i do not have feelings for him!” you exclaim, trying to prove your point to both them and yourself. despite always pretending you don’t have feelings for him, you know you do.

suddenly an arm rests on top of your head, and you hear a males voice speak up behind you. “have feelings for who?” jack chuckles, as he still has his arm resting on top of your head. a lump forms in your throat and you quickly swallow it.

“no one jack, get outta here! we’re having a girl talk!” ellen tells her middle son.

“well luke told me to come, he wants to take pictures with a little someone over here,” he says, obviously meaning you. for some reason, your heart starts to flutter at his words and the direct attention he’s giving you. this is exactly why you have feelings for him, he treats you like you’re someone of importance to him, and it makes you feel good, maybe even happier.

jim then walks over and starts talking to the mothers about dinner plans, and that’s when jack whispers something in your ear. “me, you, luke, and quinn should steal some of my parents alcohol for later, whatcha think?”

you nod your head in agreement and watch as the moms turn back around to face you both, unaware of what just happened behind them. “well, i guess that’s my cue to go, but we’re not done with this conversation! i still have a point to prove!” you say, pointing a finger between the two mothers, who can’t contain their giggles. you roll your eyes playfully and make your way over to luke.

“y/n about time! and why are you cheeks so pink?” luke chuckles. your eyes go wide, you had no idea you were blushing from your encounter with jack.

“oh uh, just really hot with all these people in the house, y’know?” you say, and he nods. he places his devils hat ontop of your head, making you smile. you guys take plenty of pictures, and you begin to look through them scoping out the instagram worthy ones.

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after all of the draft stuff is done, you guys had a nice dinner, and now you and the boys are sat outside by the fire pit. you told your mom you’d walk home since you only live four doors down, and she trusts you so she said it was alright. despite you guys thinking you snuck the alcohol, both parents are well aware that you guys drink whenever you’re alone. it’s been a tradition every time quinn and jack are home at the same time, but you all still think a secret.

you’re a pretty buzzed since you’re a bit of a lightweight, and start dozing off slightly. the last face you see before you close your eyes fully is jacks, since he’s in the chair across from you. you’re awoken to strong arms carrying you out of the chair you’re sat in, and bringing you inside.

both the alcohol and drowsiness makes you utterly confused, and you mumble something that quickly sobers you up the second it slips out of your lips. “mm jack you’re really strong, and you smell good too,” you say. immediately you realize what you just said and open your eyes fully. luke’s face says it all, and your mouth falls agape.

as soon as luke reaches the top of the stairs he puts you down from his arms, and looks at you with an all serious facial expression. “y/n, what did you-“ “luke im so sorry” you interrupt him, tears forming at the brim of your eyes. you don’t know why you’re crying, but you assume it’s from the alcohol. immediately luke wipes your tears, “no no no why are you crying? i’m not mad, i just have a question i’ve been dreading asking you.”

“what is it?” you ask, sniffling a little bit. your emotions are all over the place due to the current state of your intoxication level.

“do you like jack? i’ve had a feeling you did for the longest time now, but i never wanted to jump to conclusions. i’m not mad i promise, if anything i want you guys together. do you know how awesome it would be if you became my sister?!” luke chuckles, clearly a bit tipsy.

“oh luke, yes. i do like your brother, and i’ve tried so hard to push the feelings away, but they just never go. i’m really sorry,” you plead.

“don’t apologize, i mean i wish you would’ve told me sooner but too late for that now. you should tell him, i see the way he looks at you y/n. i’m serious.”

you almost snort at his last sentence, but you bite back your laughs, “luke what? are you crazy? he doesn’t even live here anymore! it’s such a pointless thing if i tell him.”

“look, i’m his brother and im telling you to do it. i know jack like the back of my hand. y/n there’s a reason he always treats you differently than other girls. you’re important to him, i’m serious.”

“yeah yeah whatever, you’re crazy. anyways i told my mom i’d be home before 1 and it’s already 12:30 so i better get going,” you smile up at him.

“let me walk you home”

“okay, let me get my shoes,” you say as you walk down the stairs. as you’re walking, ellen creeps out of her room, “luke honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water?”

luke turns around to face his mother, and nods his hand, “i’ll be back,” he says. suddenly jack walks in from outside and notices you waiting by the front door, “you heading home?”

“yeah, just waiting for luke to walk me home,” you smile.

“let me walk you home, luke takes forever. i’m sure you’re parents are waiting for you anyways.”

“you sure? i can always wait…”

“yes i insist, cmon,” jack says as he started to unlock his front door.

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the late night humid air hits your skin, and the sound of crickets fills the air. the only thing illuminating you and jack are the street lights and the moon. you’re still a little tipsy, and get a random urge to tell jack your feelings, and so you do.

“jack i need to tell you something,” you blurt out.

“hm? what is it?” he says, turning his head to face you.

“i like you, a lot. i always have, actually. i know you don’t feel the same but i have alcohol in my system and luke told me to tell you so-” you ramble, but get interrupted.

“sometimes you need to shut up y/n,” jack says before leaning in to kiss your lips

#jack hughes #i hate this so much #this was rushed #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #luke hughes #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

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luvrxbunny · 8 months

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idk

Pairing: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Prompt: Praise

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, praise (kinda like body worship), age-gap, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.8k

A/N: this might suck im so sorry, its super rushed. also I couldn't think of a name (not proofread at all)

You shake your head as your friends laugh. They always think it’s funny, and although it doesn’t bother you very much, it’s still quite annoying. Your friends seem to think that your relationship with Joel is a fling, some sort of manic, impulsive decision to date someone so much older than you. You’ve explained to them over and over again that what you have with Joel is as real as it gets. You’ve never been more in love with anyone, but they think you’re dickmatized, they’re waiting for you to ‘snap out of it’.

“I told you guys, I love him.” You state before finishing your drink, rolling your eyes at the way they giggle. You check your phone for updates but all you get is Joel’s same ‘15 minutes away.’ text that was there the last time you checked. You pray that every light he comes across is green and the streets are empty, you want to get out of here as soon as possible.

“I don’t even know if I believe that!” Stacey is drunker than she should be, saying things she shouldn’t be. You’ve grown used to it now, she’s the one who has the most to say about your relationship. “I feel like you treat him like…” She laughs abruptly. “Like he’s your boss or something!” She cackles again at the way your face drops. “And he- he could be, ‘cause he’s so old.” You take a deep breath and look up at her, your face blank as her laughter dies down.

“Joel is-” Just uttering his name from your lips brings a smile to your face. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He understands me, my needs, and my wants in a way that I don’t even understand. I’ve known him for a year and a half now, I’ve known you much longer, yet he knows more about me than you ever will. He’s my everything and that’s never gonna change. I’m not upset at you, just to clarify.” You say with a soft chuckle. “I think all of this is coming from a place of jealousy if I’m being completely honest. I hope that you find someone who loves you like you’re his entire universe.” You begin to collect your things, deciding you can wait for Joel outside.

“He makes me feel like an angel, like-” You laugh at their shocked and confused expressions. They have no clue what you’re talking about, it makes you pity them a bit, but it mostly makes you happy, feeling lucky you were able to find it. “Anyway…” You chuckle awkwardly and stand to leave. “That’s how I feel about him. So, if you could like… not, say things insinuating that I don’t love my boyfriend, I would really love that.” You smile and awkwardly bow/curtsey at them, waving and walking away. You’re a bit embarrassed at the silence in the room as you walk away. You turn the corner as quickly as you can and jump at the man standing in the middle of the foyer.

“Joel!? Oh- You scared the shit outta me!” You place a hand over your heart with a smile, taking deep breaths as you walk toward him. “Did you text? I’m sorry there was an… altercation.” He nods at you slowly and only then do you realize his stare. It’s different from the one you usually get, softer, more watery somehow. “I know.” He pauses to take a deep breath as you reach him. His hand reaches out for yours and you take it with a confused smile as you both start walking to the front door. “I uh- I heard actually.”

Joel feels your hand tense in his for a moment as you let out a nervous giggle. “Oh! That- That’s great.” You chuckle and glance up at him for a moment, mumbling. “That’s so embarrassing.” He laughs gently at that, his hand leaving yours once you guys reach the car. “That’s not true, darlin’.” He says as he climbs into the car. You’re chuckling quietly, still embarrassed as you ride home in near silence, the only noise being the little hum of the radio.

He doesn’t bring it up until after dinner, you’re both on the couch, in Joel's shirt, watching some movie that recently came out but Joel’s mind is on the rant he heard from you earlier. He had shown up unannounced due to his phone dying mid-way through the drive-over. He heard Stacey mention the way you act toward him, how unaffectionate you were. Joel doesn’t necessarily agree with that but he’s definitely questioned your feelings toward him before, constantly wondering if you actually like him or if you’re just lonely. So of course he wanted to hear your answer, he prepared himself for the worst, held his breath, grit his teeth, and waited for the pain of your answer. His heart stuttered when you paused after “Joel is-”

He was ready to hear the most heartbreaking words tumble from your mouth next, but then you said he was the best thing to ever happen to you, and his heart stopped. His eyes went wide as you rambled on, saying wonderful thing after wonderful thing. He felt his heart tremble inside his chest, loving the things you were saying, and the way you were defending him against your friends. The fact that you were outwardly announcing the extreme feelings you have for him made so many different emotions swirl through him. He was in a daze until you turned the corner, and he’s fallen into that same one again.

You can feel Joel staring at you, you can see his head turned your way from the corners of your eye. You’re trying to ignore it, but he clears his throat and you turn toward him. “You okay?” His face is a bit frantic and he’s looking at you in that way again, the one you couldn’t really explain. He’s taking slow breaths and turns to you, letting you know this was going to be a whole conversation. You face him, letting the TV play because you don’t even understand the movie anyway.

“Why don’t you talk to me that way?” His question baffles you. You glace over at the TV, seeing if he's referring to something that happened in the movie but come up with nothing. You turn back to him slowly, watching his expectant, worried expression, and furrow your brows at him, prompting him to explain himself. “Back at Stacey’s house, you were sayin’ real nice things.” You feel the temperature in the room rise as embarrassment creeps into your bones.

‘Why don’t you talk to me that way?’

“Do you want me to?” You ask concerned. You would never want to even imagine that Joel isn’t feeling loved enough, that you’re not giving him enough, despite all the things you do for him. You reach out for him, waving your hands toward yourself to motion him closer. His head is hung, staring at the couch’s cushions as he scoots himself to you. “I can start telling you all this stuff. I- Honestly I didn’t think you’d want to hear it.” You giggle nervously and take a sudden interest in the couch's patterns.

Joel’s shocked to his core at your words but quickly takes your opening. “I’d really like it if you’d tell me... I get worried that maybe you don’t- “ He takes a deep breath, his chest heaving with a sigh. “That maybe you don’t like me as much as I-” You cut him off with a hurt, yet firm, “No!”

“Joel you’re so so-” You grunt, unable to explain the way he makes you feel. “You just- You’re everything good, and positive, and amazing in this world.” His entire body relaxes as he lets out a relieved sigh. “You’re perfect. You can’t even argue with me on that. You’re literally my dream guy. You’re kind, even though you’re hot enough that you probably don’t even need to be as nice as you are. You care about me and my feelings even though I’d probably just let you use my body, and throw me away if you really wanted. I-” You pause and take a breath- already worried about how he’ll take some of the things you’ve said. You give him a shy smile, a small laugh slipping out at his dazed look.

Joel couldn’t breathe as you spoke. His heart was swelling at every word, but there was also a dull hum in his lower stomach that was growing the longer you did. It flares up when you meet his eyes, giving him that pretty smile he loves so much. His head is all jumbled up. He doesn’t know if you’ve asked him something or if he should be responding. All he knows is that he really wants- really needs more. “Can-” He clears his throat, stalling and trying to clear his mind a bit. “Could you tell me more about- about my looks? How-” He feels anxiety flare in his chest as he requests. He’s looking at his hands, examining his knuckles, completely terrified at how you’ll react to the request, scared that you’ll have a look on your face that’ll break his heart. “How do you feel about ‘em?”

Joel has to fight the urge to run his fingers through his hair, run his nails along his beard to comb it and maybe cover the patches. He’s already regretting asking you. He didn’t get enough sleep last night, he probably has bags and he can’t even begin to think about how many gray hairs he has littering his head, and his beard. This shirt is a little too tight too, he can feel his stomach pressing against the fabric.

What do I expect her to say? Fuck, this was a stupid fuckin’ idea. I should’ve at least looked in goddamn mir-

His thoughts are cut off by a squeal and your shaking body. You’re wiggling yourself back and forth on the couch, bouncing in excitement. “Oh my god, Joel, I have so much to say.” He’s astonished at your excitement, at how eager you are to praise him. He can feel the humming in his stomach intensify. “You’re so-” Your voice drops to an adorably shy whisper. “You’re so fucking hot.” He lets out a soft gasp as you straighten your back, place your hands in your lap, and put on a semi-serious face before speaking.

“So the first thing that’s coming to mind right now is your thighs.” His eyes flicker down, but it doesn’t clarify anything. “How big they are, how thick and meaty- Ugh! I love them so much!” His heart warms and his pulse races at the way you’re smiling, as though telling him these things brings you actual, genuine, joy. “So next I’d like to mention your arms- oh, your arms. They’re so thick, you’re so strong” Your hand comes up slowly to squeeze his bicep, then caress it softly and he can feel himself hardening in his pants. He finally understands the feelings your words cause, he’s grateful, feeling incredibly loved, and insanely turned on.

“Now I wanna talk about your shoulders! Okay so, what really messes me up like- in general, is how fucking-” You take a shaky breath, that shy smile on your face again as you look at his lap, almost crying at how empty it looks. He notices your hesitance, where your gaze is and he sits back, opening his legs a bit wider and tilting his head toward it. He’s ready to have you on him, for you to know how this is affecting him. His breathing is already speeding up at the thought, watching you climb into his lap. You gasp, eyes wide, a devious smile on your face as you stare at him after feeling the way he's pressing into his jeans for you. “Joel…” Your tone is teasing but playful, bringing a smile to his face as you settle yourself in his lap.

“You like this? That’s why you want me to talk to you all nice?” His mouth drops open as his hips tilt up, pressing into you as his cock hardens fully. You can feel him filling out his boxers as he nods eagerly at you. You’re grinning as he lowers his hips back down but keeps a small grind for his personal sanity. “Can you keep-”

You’re nodding and continuing before he can finish. “You’re so big, Joel.” The compliment comes out as a whine and you tilt your hips toward him, pressing your chest against his, and your clit into the tip of his dick. He’s groaning your name and bringing his hands to your hips, pushing you into him. “You’re so broad, m-makes me feel so safe.”

He’s kissing your cheek as you speak, grinding up into you, and pressing your hips to him. Your head is getting clouded, consumed with your love for Joel, with the pleasure you’re giving him. “You- Your hair.” His heart stutters slightly, nervous about what you’ll say. “The curls, and it’s so soft and-” Your eyes slip shut as your hips take over, moving on their own as you grip Joel’s hair, pulling him into your chest. “The salt and pepper look is so good, Joel.”

“Fuck me.” His eyes roll back and his hands push your hips up. His hands fumble with his belt as you smother him in your chest, whining about how much you love him. “Love that this turns you on s’much, baby. It’s so fucking cute.” He can hear the smile in your voice and his eyes roll back as he lets out a sweet moan of your name, pressing the heel of his palm into his dick for a moment.

“Sweetheart, I gotta-” His words are broken by a whine as he finally gets his cock out of his pants, wrapping his warm hand and pumping his cock perfectly. He could cum like this, with you above him, telling him about every feature of his and how it affects you. Your hips are still swiveling in the air as you speak, waiting and looking for something to press against your pussy. It’s the only reason he doesn’t just keep jerking himself to your words. “I gotta fuck you, darlin’. Need you so bad, I want you so much.”

You don’t even look back, you just pull your panties aside, and lower yourself onto him, trusting that he’ll lead himself to the right hole. You’re clinging to his neck as you sink down, moaning his name over and over as he stretches you out. “You’re so tight, baby. Holy shit.” You clench down on him, and pull out of his neck, pressing a sloppy kiss against his mouth.

He’s thrusting into you slowly, hands gripping your hips to keep your rhythm steady. You’re letting out beautiful moans and little mumbles into his lips, not having the restraint to pull away for even one second. Joel slides his hand from your hip, up your back to hold the back of your neck gently, and pulls you away from him. “What is it, honey?”

He’s breathless as he fucks into you, his dick pulsing already. He grunts and closes his eyes as you moan incoherent words at him. You’re trying to answer him, your brain has completely turned to mush from the way he’s pounding into you. “-eyes are so p-pretty.”

Joel’s eyes snap open again. “Your lips are so soft and-” You’re still praising him, still rattling off your list of things that you find arousing about him. He doesn’t understand how you even have this much material, how even though you’re too fucked out to grind yourself on his cock properly, but you can still talk all about how much he turns you on, and how beautiful you think he is. He can feel his balls tightening.

His hand cups your face, sticking his thumb into your mouth as you whine and hump him harder. He’s trying not to focus too much on how warm, and wet your mouth is and slips his thumb out, ignoring the whimper you give. He relishes in the groan that’s pulled from your chest as he puts pressure on your aching, swollen clit. He’s rubbing circles before you can finish your moan of his name, your eyes roll back, and your body tenses. Joel’s in shock at how quickly he’s got you cumming around him. Your pussy spasms and your hips jerk against him with your mouth open in a silent moan.

Joel keeps his finger running over your clit as he watches you cum, still thrusting into you, chasing that last push he needs to fall over the edge. You give it to him without him having to ask. “Fuck me so perfect, Joey-” You pitch up into a whine and tangle your hands in his hair roughly. “A g-good boy, such a great guy-” You’re cut off as he bucks into you, his hips lifting off the couch completely, almost throwing you off as he groans and fills you to the brim.

He’s resting his head against your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you and holding your body to his as he throbs inside you, spilling all he has into your pulsing hole. He's huffing out groans in time with the ropes his dick is spurting into you, his entire body shaking as pleasure takes him over. You’re encouraging him the whole time, talking him through his orgasm, helping him tame the fire that’s raging through him.

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The deadly curse - part 2

A/n: So sorry for the long wait! Writers block and my busy life took over😓 anyways here part 2!!

Warnings- mentions of blood, throw up, reader not eating, reader comparing themselves in jack part, mentions of anxiety attacks in ruggie part, angst and more angst! (Please tell me if I miss anything!!)

Words: 9k

Fem reader!

Savanaclaw🦁

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

“You look creepy” You flinch at the voice coming from behind you. You quickly turn around to see both jack and ruggie. Ruggie giving you a judgemental stare as he caught you staring longingly at his housewarden.

“I-I’m not” You mumble out as you feel your face and neck heat up in embarrassment. Ruggie just shook his head side to side before letting out a deep sigh.

“When are you just going to talk to him?” Jack asks, genuinely confused on why you don’t just go up to Leona and talk to him.

“Yeah and not just watch his every move everyday like a creep” You gasp before hitting ruggie arm as he just laughs at your embarrassed face.

“I’m NOT talking to him and I’m also not a creep!” Ruggie rolls his eyes before continuing to tease you. But soon his teasing has come to an end by Jack interrupting him.

“Why?”

You stayed silent. Why can’t you talk to him? Oh, it’s because if you do then you're just going to make a fool outta yourself when you’re in front of him.

“You know how I am” You tell him as you lower your head down.

“So? It’s not like he's going to eat you or something. Just talk to him, if you want something with him then start talking” Before you can even answer back to ruggie, you felt another presence behind you.

“What are you three talking about?”

You froze at the familiar voice and felt your heartbeat speeding up.

You're sure he can hear it.

“Oh just some homework stuff” Ruggie easily lies. You turn around to see Leona already looking at you and you quickly look away.

“Yeah…speaking of homework, I have a lot to do for one of my teachers' classes. So see you guys later!”

You said before quickly grabbing your stuff and rushing out the classroom.

You swore your heart almost exploded by how fast it was beating back in the classroom.

Stupid heart

You mumble out.

You took a deep breath before calmly making your way back to your dorm.

You come from a very rich and well known family. But your family and history isn’t quite….good.

Your family has a very dark secret that is hidden from the public. A secret that they will make sure would never go out to the public.

Coming from a very rich and powerful family that the public has grown to be interested in over the past centuries, this secret could destroy the public image of your family and history.

Hundreds of years ago, your great great greattt grandfather fell in love with a mysterious woman. She was described to be very captivating and secretive.

A very beautiful woman with long black luscious hair and beautiful bright emerald green eyes. Beautiful figure and kissable plump red lips.

She was almost like a goddess!

They fell in love and soon got engaged.

Everything was perfect! She loved him very much and he did too.

Or so she thought.

The mysterious woman caught him kissing another one day and was heartbroken.

In a fit of rage and sadness she put a curse on him.

The woman cursed him to never find love and to forever live alone.

But not only did she do that, she also put a curse on his entire bloodline. A curse that will kill them if their love for someone isn’t returned back.

Your great great greattt grandfather soon found out that the woman was a very powerful fae. And that he made a huge mistake to be unfaithful to her.

Soon after that he killed himself from guilt and since then your family has been suffering from his dirty actions.

Your family has grown a name for themselves over the centuries and if word ever goes out about this curse then everything would be ruined.

Your mother has warned you to be very careful when falling in love. Since she doesn’t want her daughter to face the same fate as the rest of her family and ancestors.

You walked down the halls of night raven as you made your way to your last class of the day. You hum along to the song you were listening to while quickly speed reading through some of your notes since you will have a test in your next class.

But as you were busy reading through the notes and not paying attention to your surroundings, you bump into someone, causing you to let out a small gasp as you both fell.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry-“ Your eyes widened as you noticed who you bump into.

Leona kingscholar

“L-Leona! Oh my sevens I’m so sorry!” You say as you quickly stand up and continue to apologize. He raises a brow before picking up your stuff from the ground.

“It’s fine, just pay more attention to your surroundings” He says as he hands you your stuff.

“Y-yeah! Sorry again!” He just nods before walking away. You could feel your face burn up as the embarrassment eats you up.

“Ugh I’m such a mess” You groan. The bell rings and you gasp as you realize that you were late for class.

“Shit!” You say before quickly running towards your class.

Ever since that small interaction, you notice that Leona started to talk to you a bit more.

And obviously, this made you quite happy as you couldn’t believe that the boy that you love is talking to you! Even Jack and ruggie were happy for you!

You also started to feel more comfortable around him. No longer stuttering and being a mess around him was such a relief. You two then soon became friends, which of course made you really happy! You couldn’t believe it! Who would’ve thought that a simple accident would make your crush start talking to you more? You loved his company. Even if he didn’t have a really good reputation you didn’t care. You love leona.

Leona really made you happy.

And as the months pass by, you thought that maybe just maybe Leona would also fall for you. That he will love you the way you love him. And that maybe you’ll get lucky and will be able to live a good life with the person you love.

But when was luck ever by your side?

You stared at the photo with tears sliding down your cheek as you read the caption.

Getting married in two months!!

You felt sick. Extremely sick.

Leona? Married?

You stared at the picture as you saw how the girl had her arms wrap around him with a huge grin on her face. And leona, he had an arm wrapped around her and even if it doesn’t look like it, you could see it in his eyes the love he has for her. You also saw how their tails made a heart in the background and that was enough for you to shut your phone off.

Leona. The man who you love so much…is engaged. And in love with someone else.

Quickly you wipe your tears as you look at the clock.

1:09

Vil is going to kill you if he finds out you were up this late. So, with a heavy heart you lay down and curl up beneath your covers as you drift off to sleep.

A single tear ran down your cheek.

You sigh in relief as you finally manage to lose vil after he caught sight of your puffy eyes and slight dark circles.

Ever since you saw that picture and caption, you haven’t been doing well. You started to sleep less, you spent sleepless nights crying silently to not wake up anyone in your dorm. You stop taking care of yourself, you stop doing the hundredth step skin care routine vil makes you do everyday(which made him very upset)

You just stop looking like yourself in a matter of a few weeks.

You thought no one would notice but oh how wrong you were.

Your two close friends notice how different you are. How you don’t look like yourself. Like your old self. And your housewarden. The one you look up to has also noticed how different you look now.

He has noticed how little you eat now. How you don’t take care of yourself like how you used to. How tired and drained you look everyday.

He tried talking to you about it but you would just tell him your fine.

But he knows you're not fine.

But even if people come up to you and ask what's wrong you will just smile before telling them that you're fine.

Because in reality you are fine. Your okay. Nothing wrong.

Everything is okay

That's what you like to tell yourself. But in reality, you are not fine. You are not okay. And something is clearly wrong.

The headache, stomach pain, nausea, and aching heart is proof that you are not okay.

As each day goes by, the weaker you get. The more tired you get. You can feel it. Your time is nearing and you don’t like it.

You were only a third year! You still have a whole life ahead of you! You're young. So why? Just why do you have little time left?

You hate your life. You hate it so much for it being so cruel and not fair.

You cry. You still cry knowing that the man you love is in love with someone else.

But…you're happy. Happy for him and finding someone who loves him. Even though it’s not you he’s marrying you can’t be mad at him. Because it’s not his fault you fell in love with him.

It’s no one’s fault except yours.

So you’ll just suffer in silence as the curse slowly takes over your body.

You continue going to school like normally. Your mother obviously doesn’t know about the dangerous situation you are now in as you decided to keep it from her.

You continue to hang out with your friends like normal. Acting like nothings wrong. But you knew that both jack and ruggie knew something wasn't right.

They both noticed how weak you started getting. They can smell that something isn’t right. And they can most definitely see that you aren’t doing too well.

They both tried to get you to tell them what’s wrong but you either say that you're fine or completely ignore the question.

You didn’t want to worry them about this stupid curse that was put on you and your family. You didn’t want them to know at all about what was happening.

And so you stayed quiet.

But they didn’t like that. They didn’t like how you would ignore their concerns for you and your health. So they both decided that enough is enough and you WILL tell them what’s wrong.

Class was over and everyone gathered their things to leave and go to the cafeteria for lunch. You grab your things before walking out the classroom for lunch. But as soon as you walked out you saw both Jack and ruggie standing in your way.

“Jack? Ruggie? What are you guys doing-“

“We know something is wrong and we won’t let you leave until you tell us what’s wrong!” Your eyes widened as Jack gently pushed you back into the classroom. Ruggie quickly walked in before locking the door to the classroom.

“Please y/n. We just wanna know what’s wrong” Jack says as he looks at you with worried eyes.

You were like a big sister to Jack. Someone he can go to for advice and help. So seeing you grow weaker and weaker everyday scares him.

You looked at them and you could see how worried they both looked. You looked down, feeling guilty for causing them so much worry.

I have to tell them. I can’t have them worry any longer.

You sigh before looking up at them and telling them everything. From how your great great greattt grandfather falls in love with a mysterious woman to him being unfaithful to her to her soon then cursing him and his entire bloodline by rage and sadness.

And to you also telling them about how little time you have left because of the curse.

You watched as they stared at you in horror after telling them everything. Jack quickly walks to you and puts his hands on both of your shoulders while looking at you with a terrified expression.

“I-is there a cure?”

You gave him a sad smile and shook your head.

“There has to be at least something to stop this!” Ruggie says as you could only stare at him with sad eyes.

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do to stop this”

“I’m growing weaker each day….soon my time will come” You could see tears gathering up in their eyes as you said that.

You hated seeing them sad. You think of them as little brothers. And seeing them sad because of you breaks your heart.

But there’s nothing they can do to help stop your curse.

You can’t believe it. You're still alive. You thought the curse would’ve killed off by now but no. You're still alive.

Maybe this curse wanted you to suffer. Suffer more than how you already are.

Because in two days is the day leona kingscholar gets married to the woman he loves.

This is cruel. So fucking cruel.

It’s like the curse wanted you to still be alive to witness the man you love marry another woman.

Leona left a week ago to his home so they can prepare everything for the special day.

He invited Jack, ruggie, and you to the wedding.

Which has you here. Holding the beautiful envelope which has the invitation letter inside.

“How unfortunate of me”

You look at the gold envelope as tears start to slide down your cheeks.

You feel a sharp pain in your heart which causes you to lose your balance and fall to the floor. Tears fell down as the pain grew more intense.

You quickly crawled to your nightstand and grabbed your phone. You dial down your mother number as you could feel like you were about to die any second.

“Yes dear?”

“Mom…it hurts”

You could hear your mother gasp on the other end of the line.

“Y/n…please don’t tell me-“

“I’m sorry! I should’ve told you! I should’ve been more careful” You cry out as you feel your body tremble.

“I’ll come get you! Don’t worry sweetie everything is going to be alright” And maybe it was your mother's sweet words that made you believe that everything was going to be just fine.

You calm down a bit. Glad that the pain started to go away. For now.

Soon the next day your mom made it to night raven. You were surprised at how quick she made it considering how your home isn’t really close to isle of sages. But nonetheless you were grateful she was here to take you back home.

And home you went. You told Jack and ruggie that you were going home which saddens them but they understand why. You also bid your housewarden goodbye who was also a bit sad to see you go.

“Take care y/n. Hopefully I’ll see you again” He tells you. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth and just nod.

You went home that day. And once you two made it back home your mother did her very best to take care of you. She was by your side as she made you stay in bed and not move a single finger. Her heart broke to see you look so sick and tired.

But she knew she had to stay strong. For her and you. And you appreciated it. You were glad that your mother was by your side for your last moments. You were happy to know that she was trying her best to make you feel comfortable during your last moments.

But at the same time. You felt guilty knowing you're going to leave your mother alone. Her only child.

Loud and aggressive coughs could be heard from your room. Quickly, your mother ran to your room only to gasp in horror as she saw blood coming out of your mouth.

“M-mom”

“It’s okay! Don’t worry, everything is going to be okay!”

“N-no…I think…my times up” She froze as you said that.

“No…”

You just looked at her with teary eyes.

“I’m sorry”

Her heart broke as she watched you continue to cough. She grabbed a rag and wipe your mouth as tears slid down her cheeks.

In savanaclaw

“Do you, Leona take Ruka as your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do”

“Do you, ruka take leona as your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do”

“By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife”

As the two went in for a kiss, Jack felt his phone vibrate and he checked only for the color to drain from his face. Ruggie looked at him curiously only to then later freeze as he saw what the text read.

“My daughter is gone”

RUGGIE BUCCHI

Working at the mostro lounge was probably the best and worst thing you ever did.

Ruggie bucchi

The boy that has captured your heart.

You met him when one day he showed up at the lounge for a job. You remember freezing up for a bit since you thought he looked cute. You quickly pulled yourself together and nervously showed him to azul office.

That was the first time you met ruggie.

A week later, he started working at the lounge with you. You two would occasionally exchange a few words here and there but it was mostly either work related things or just some casual greetings or bye’s.

The twins have noticed how shy and nervous you get around ruggie. Which they took as an advantage to tease you whenever the hyena was around.

But as the day’s, week’s, and months pass by, you and ruggie grew more comfortable around each other and became really good friends.

And because of that, your feelings for the boy only grew.

You sigh as you sit down on one of the lounge chairs after closing up. Ruggie was wiping down one of the tables as he spares you a glance before chuckling.

“Tired?”

“Obviously” you say playfully. He just laughs as he continues cleaning up.

You watched as he continued cleaning and couldn’t help but stare at him with a loving gaze. You quickly looked away though when he turned around to face you, you could feel the tips of your ears heat up and you quickly stood up from your seat.

“I’ll go take out the trash”

“I can-“ but before he could finish you quickly walked to the back.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode if you stayed there any longer. You groan as you bury your face in your hands.

“Aww~ little shrimpy got scared back there!” You gasp when you hear Floyd's voice. You look at him with wide eyes as you hold your hand over your heart.

“Floyd! You scared me!”

He just laughs as he then starts teasing you about ruggie.

“I could see the hearts in your eyes when you were staring at him! Almost made me puke!” He says as you just roll your eyes, ignoring how your face starts to heat up.

“Shut up!”

“Shrimpy is a lovesick fool~!”

“Floyd!”

The walk back to your dorm was a pain in the ass since Floyd was teasing you the whole time. You let out a sigh of relief once you made it back to your room.

“Haaa~ finally I can sleep!”

You groan when you hear your phone vibrate. Assuming it was floyd trying to tease you again, you picked up your phone and answered the call without seeing who it was and with an annoyed tone you answered.

“What do you want, Floyd?!”

“Geez wonder what he did to make you sound so annoyed” You gasp when you heard ruggie voice instead of Floyd’s.

“Oh my sevens! I’m so sorry ruggie! I thought you were floyd!” He laughs as you continue to apologize. Feeling super embarrassed.

“It’s fine no big deal” you sigh as you throw yourself on your bed.

“So what 's up?”

“Oh right! Uhh I don’t know how to say this without sounding awkward”

Your heart started speeding up once he said this.

Could it be?

You quickly sit up and urge him to continue.

“Okay so…uhh fuck this is so embarrassing” Your palms started to sweat as you nervously waited for him to spill out whatever he wants to ask of you.

“Soo I was wondering…” You started to smile as you waited for him to continue.

I can’t believe it! Is he going to finally ask me out? Does he also feel the same?! Oh just hurry and spill it out already ruggie!

“So I was wondering if you can help me ask this one girl out” You froze as all hope crumbled and vanished into thin air.

“Ask a girl out?”

“Yeah….I know it’s embarrassing”

“No! No…it’s not embarrassing…uhh may I know who it is?” You ask as your hands start to tremble a bit.

“It’s a girl who comes by the mostro lounge very often! She really pretty and really caught my eye when I first saw her” Your heart clenched and you gripped your phone tightly.

“Really? That great!”

“Yeah, I hung out with her last week and she was really fun to be around. She is also a really great cook! She made me some really good food and even bought me my favorite donuts!”

The grip on your phone was deadly. You could feel the wave of jealousy washing through your body as you hear the boy you like tell you more about this unknown girl.

“That wonderful ruggie…listen I have to go now, I can hear floyd call my name from down the hall”

“Alright then. Good luck”

“Mhm”

And you hung up. You stare at your phone as you process everything.

He likes someone else.

Not me

You went on about your life as normal. You started to grow more quiet though. Your friends obviously noticed the change of your behavior but you just brushed it off like it was nothing.

Azul stared at you as you continued cleaning up around the lounge like normally.

He didn’t like how quiet you got, already used to you annoying him during closing hours and you and Floyd bickering every now and then, Azul didn’t like the sudden change.

“Okay, what's wrong?” You stopped wiping the table before continuing and answering his question.

“Nothing wrong Azul” He crossed his arms and raised a brow.

“Nothing? Something obviously wrong y/n”

“Why that?”

“Because you grown quiet”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” You say as you look at him over your shoulder. His eyes slightly widened.

“Look…it’s just that you haven’t been acting like yourself these past few weeks”

“And don’t say “it’s nothing” because something obviously happened and I noticed and even jade and Floyd have noticed how different you are now”

You smile hearing how worried Azul sounded for you. Even though he would never admit it.

“It’s nothing really-“

“Y/n”

You sigh as you take a seat on one of the chairs.

“Ugh this is so embarrassing”

“Just tell me”

After telling him about what caused you to be so quiet he just stared at you and you quickly stood up as you felt your face burn up.

“Yeah yeah I know! It’s stupid and dumb so don’t say anything!”

“It’s not stupid. This obviously hurts you if you started acting very distant and quiet”

You looked down on the ground before finally breaking down in tears, which of course caught Azul by surprise.

“I really really liked him! I never felt this way for someone before and now that I find out he loves another I just can’t take it Azul” He stayed quiet not knowing what to say as you cried your eyes out. He tries his best to comfort you as he lets you sob on his chest.

Well there goes his expensive suit..

Azul soon found out about your curse. At first he thought you were joking but as he saw that you wore a serious expression on your face and didn’t laugh he knew that this was serious.

He asked if there was a cure, only for you to shake your head no.

And again, he asked more questions about your family curse and you answered them all with a sad smile on your face.

You didn’t want to die young, you were only 17 and still haven’t lived out your life yet.

Maybe you should’ve taken your father’s words more seriously when he talked about your love life.

Azul was there for you when you would suddenly have anxiety attacks every time you remember that you don’t have much time left.

He was there for you when you would cry out to him about how you should’ve been more careful.

Azul was always there for you. He tried his best to make you forget about your curse and ruggie.

And his heart ached knowing that the girl he loves is slowly dying and that her heart belongs to someone else.

You worked at the lounge as usual. Trying to ignore ruggie who would glance at one of the tables every now and then.

He obviously looking at her

“Hey you okay y/n?”

“Huh”

You look to see ruggie standing in front of you with a worried look.

“You don’t look alright…are you sick?”

“I’m fine” You tell him and give him a fake smile. He noticed it was fake by how his brows furrowed.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm” Suddenly, you felt a piercing pain in your heart. Your legs got all wobbly and you started to shake.

“Woah! Hey are you-“

“M’fine! I-Ima go to the back!” You quickly took off before he could say anything and made your way to the back.

“J-jade! Help me” Jade eyes widened at your state and quickly made his way towards you.

“Y/n! What happened?” He asks as he helps you sit down on a chair.

“I-“ Your vision suddenly started to get blurry and breathing was starting to become quite difficult as the pain spread through your whole body.

“Y/n?”

Jade's worried and slightly scared expression made you guilty as you tried your best to not fall into death's arms.

“Azul….get Azul please”

“Floyd! Get Azul now!”

“Ehh? Why-“ He gasps as he sees your current condition.

“Shrimpy!” He runs towards your shaky figure as he looks at you worried.

“Hey what's wrong? Why are you shaking? And why are your lips turning blue…”

“Oh my god! I-I’ll call the ambulance!” One of the mostro lounge staff said. Jade nods as he then turns to face you.

“The ambulance are going be on the way y/n, so hang on tight”

“I…can’t” you say as the urge to close your eyes and fall asleep forever starts to overtake you.

“Hey, don't close your eyes, shrimpy! Stop it!”

“Y/n! Please don’t close your eyes! The ambulance is on their way”

“Now what is all this-“ Azul stops as he sees both Jade and Floyd around you while shouting at you to not close your eyes.

“Y/n!” He quickly runs to you as he gently holds you against him.

“Azul…” You say as you smile at him. Tears start to build up in his eyes as he sees you in such a weak state.

“No no no…please don’t”

“Please don’t cry Azul”

“No please..stop please don’t go” His body starts to tremble and tears start sliding down his cheeks as he pulls you even closer to him.

“Don’t you dare leave”

“Please y/n…I love you”

Your eyes widen at his sudden confession. You could feel tears of your own starting to build up.

“Oh azul…I’m sorry”

Azul watches as the life in your eyes leaves and you fall limp against his arms.

“Hey Jade…why isn’t shrimpy moving?”

“She gone…”

“Y/n!” Ruggie quickly runs up to the small crowd that was surrounding you and he gasps as he sees your dead body in azul arms.

“What-“

“Get out”

“Huh”

“EVERYONE GET OUT” Azul screams as the small crowd quickly runs off. Both Jade and Floyd grab ahold of ruggie and walk him out as he struggles to get out of their grip.

Love is so cruel

JACK HOWL

You never had friends. Growing up kids thought you were weird because of how quiet and shy you were. You remember crying to your parents about it as they comfort you.

So you never really had any friends growing up. But that all changed during your 1st year of night raven college. You met Jack howl. At first, you two never even spoke to each other or even knew the other existed. But that changed when you both got paired up together for a project.

Jack didn’t mind your shy and quiet nature which really shocked you at first. You were used to people getting annoyed about the fact that you were an introvert and would always ask the teacher if they could change partners.

So for Jack to be really understanding and not care about your shy nature was a huge relief. For the first time in your life, you actually felt comfortable around someone. You enjoyed your time with him during the whole project. You would have him come to your dorm though since the idea of stepping foot inside another dorm that isn’t yours overwhelms you.

Jack again didn’t mind doing the project in your dorm. He always wondered what the inside of Ignihyde looked like anyways so that was a good experience.

As the days for the project deadline approaches, you start to feel a bit of sadness wash over you.

You liked jack. He was really comfortable to be around with so you felt a little sad when the time for the project to be finished comes.

And when that day came, you were expecting for you two to part ways and never speak again. But imagine your surprise when jack continues to check up on you and talk to you.

You were shocked. He still wanted to talk to you? No one has ever done that before! You remember feeling so excited about finally making a new friend. Not only a new friend but your first ever friend.

Later into your guy's friendship he introduced you to his other friends. Ace, deuce, epel, sebek, yuu and grim!

You have heard about yuu. Her and the others, including jack are known to be the ones who fight off the overblots that have been going around in campus.

You were nervous at first. Not used to talking and meeting new people. But surprisingly, they weren’t that bad. Jack has informed them that you were shy. So he told them- mostly ace- to not do anything that might overwhelm you.

And that is how your friendship with the others began.

And well, you were happy! You finally made more new friends that didn’t mind your introverted way’s.

And you were thankful for that.

“Aw shit!” Ace says as he sees his test score.

“Thought you said you were going to “ace” that test!” Yuu says as she laughs before slapping ace back.

“Ow! Quit hitting me!”

“Ace, yuu! Both of you stop being loud!”

Yuu covers her mouth as she tries to stop herself from laughing any longer. Ace rolls his eyes before turning to you with a small smirk.

“Soo y/n, what did you get on the test?”

“An A”

“WHAT”

“Ace!” The teacher glares at him as ace just grumbles in his seat about how it’s not fair that he failed.

“Maybe you should’ve studied instead of playing games” Yuu whispers to him which causes ace to glare at her.

“Shut up”

You watch as the two begin to bicker back and forth. Which again caused the teacher to give them a final warning causing the two to shut up.

The bell rang, meaning it was time for lunch. You started packing up and waited for ace and yuu to finish packing up so the three of you could go to lunch together.

“Y/n is seating with me today by the way”

“Huh?! No way!”

“She sat with you last time!” And again the two began bickering back and forth about who gets to sit with you. You awkwardly stood to the side as the two fought. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder which caused you to jump in surprise.

“O-oh! Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you!” It was deuce. His cheeks were bright red as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s okay” you say. His eyes move to look behind you. Seeing both yuu and ace still bickering like children then back at you.

“Let’s go before they see us” You nod and you both quietly walk out the classroom.

“So what did you get on the test?” He asks as you two make your way to the cafeteria.

“An A”

“Really?! That great!” You looked at him before smiling.

“Thank you deuce”

You two finally made it to the cafeteria. You began looking around for jack and the others but as you were doing that, you didn’t notice deuce staring at you with a loving gaze and flushed cheeks.

“Hey! Over here!” You could see epel waving his hand around for the two of you. You two then started walking over to their table.

“Where yuu and ace?” Jacks asks as he noticed that the two weren’t with you.

“Those two are back in the classroom bickering about who gets to sit with y/n” Deuce says with a roll of his eyes.

“And those dumbasses didn’t notice you two sneak off?” Grim asks with a head tilt.

You shook your head no which made epel laugh.

“Speaking of those two, here they come” You turn around to see both ace and yuu walking over to your table.

“Hey why’d you leave!”

“You two were taking forever. So I took her” Deuce said, which made ace roll his eyes. The two took a seat before yuu clasp both of her hands together with a grin.

“Sooo did you guys hear about the school dance?”

“I heard!”

“Everyone is talking about it so of course I have!”

“Dance?” Yuu nods her head as she grabs ahold of both your hands.

“Y/n you should definitely come!” You looked at her with wide eyes before shaking your head.

“Oh I-I don’t do school dances”

“Aww come on! It’ll be fun!” Ace chimes in.

“I-I don’t know…”

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But it’ll be nice if you do come” Jacks says. You looked at him and you could feel your heart beginning to speed up.

Over the past month. You started to feel these strange feelings for Jack. You didn’t know what it was but after doing some research and asking yuu what it was, you soon discovered that you like or how yuu says it, have a “crush” on someone.

Obviously you didn’t tell yuu who it was. Even though she begged you on her knees about who it could possibly be that has captured your “precious heart”. Yuu words.

You quickly looked away before giving it some thought.

Maybe you should go. You should try to step out of your comfort zone at least once.

You look back at yuu before nodding your head.

“Alright. I’ll go” She squeals in delight before bringing you into a tight hug.

“Omg omg omg! We should go dress shopping!”

“Um yuu? You are squeezing her”

“Oh right! Sorry I was excited”

“It’s fine!” You smiled at her. You looked back and saw that Jack was looking at you with a small smile on his face. You quickly looked away as you felt your face heating up and your heart beginning to speed up against your chest.

Maybe the dance won’t be that bad after all…

It was 10 pm. You just got off a 3 hour phone call with the others after discussing plans for the dance.

Yuu was excited to go dress shopping with you. And so the both of you scheduled a day for the two of you to go shopping.

You sigh as you stare up at the ceiling. You groan in embarrassment as you remember how you kept sneaking glances at jack during the call. You were lucky you didn’t get caught because if you did then you would’ve hung up from the shame.

You could feel a lovesick smile start to make its way on your face the more you thought about him.

Jack…he was the first person who actually didn’t mind about your shy nature. The first person who actually wanted to be your friend and still is your friend now. The first person who would defend you if anyone were to say something mean or bad about you and the first person to make sure you were comfortable in any situation.

And the first person to make you feel this way.

You covered your face with your hands before kicking your feet with a small squeal.

“So this is love..”

The day for dress shopping finally came and you couldn’t help but to begin feeling nervous.

You hate large crowds but you promised yuu to go shopping with her so you couldn’t back down now.

You hear a knock on your door before a very excited yuu comes in.

“Are you ready~?” You look back at the mirror before nodding.

“Great! Let’s go before all the good dresses get taken!”

“I don’t thin-“

But she quickly grabs your hands and drags you out of your dorm.

You two walked around the small town of Sage island trying to look for any dress shops that caught your interest.

“Ooo how about that one!” You look towards what store has caught yuu interest and see that it is a small dress store with very beautiful dresses that were up on display.

“Woah…those dresses are beautiful”

“Mhm! Let’s go!” She pulls you in the direction of the store and you just follow behind.

You both were greeted by a elderly woman who runs the store.

“Tell me if any of you dears have any trouble” The woman says as both you and yuu nod your heads with a small hum.

“Cmon y/n!” You both look around in awe as you see more beautiful dresses everywhere.

“These are pretty!”

“Indeed”

Yuu gasps as she sees a dress that caught her eye.

“Y/n look! Doesn’t this look beautiful!” She says as she shows you the dress.

It was a long baby blue dress with a corset-like top.

It was beautiful

“That would look gorgeous on you”

“You think so?”

“Mhm” She smiles before dragging you to the fitting room area.

“If this looks good on me I’m getting it!” You just smile before taking a seat on one of the chairs. You decided to be on your phone while yuu change into the dress in the fitting room.

Couple minutes pass before you hear yuu yell “I’m done!”.

You turn off your phone and wait for yuu to step out the fitting room. You gasp as you see her come out.

“Sooo?” The dress looked absolutely stunning on her.

“Yuu…you look stunning!”

“Really?!”

“Mhm! You should get it!”

She turns to the mirror and twirls before giggling.

“Yeah, I’m definitely getting this!” You clap your hands as she does another spin before turning to you.

“Okay you're turn now! Let’s go find you a dress”

After yuu changes back to her normal clothes, you both start looking around for any dresses that you might like.

“How about this one?” You scrunch your nose before shaking your head no.

“Mm. I’ll go look around over there and see if I find anything”

“Okay” And she leaves. You sigh as you continue to look around for any dresses that you might like. As you continue to walk around, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“I see you're having trouble” It was the elderly woman.

“Oh..yeah I kinda am” You nervously laugh.

“Come with me, I have a dress here you might like” You watch as she makes her way to the back. You hesitate for a bit before deciding to follow her. She takes you to the back before telling you to wait.

You listen to her before seeing her run off somewhere. You awkwardly wait until you see her come back with a dress in her hands.

A very beautiful dress.

“Here. This dress will look perfect on you dear”

You look at the long red dress before looking back at her.

“Oh no! Um this dress is very beautiful but I don-“

“Dear, it will look lovely. Trust me.”

You look back down at the dress before looking back up at her.

“Alright”

“Perfect! Now go try it on. I’m sure your friend will also think it’s lovely!”

You make it back to the front of the store and look around for yuu. She spots you and quickly rushes over to you.

“There you are! Okay so I have these- oh? You found a dress?” You nod before she quickly squeals and pushes you to the fitting room area.

“Cmon hurry I wanna see how you’ll look!”

“Yuu!”

She pushes you into one of the rooms and then says that she’ll wait.

You chuckle before looking back at the dress.

“Well…here it goes”

The moment yuu heard the door to the fitting room open, she quickly puts down her phone and waits for you to step out.

“Cmon let me see youuu “

“Um okay”

Yuu gasps as she sees you. The dress looked absolutely beautiful on you. You nervously waited for her response before she quickly ran to hug you.

“Amazing! Gorgeous! Stunning! You look beautiful y/n!”

“Y-you think so?”

“Mhm!” She then pulls you in front of the mirror.

“You look absolutely stunning y/n. This dress was like it was made for you” You look at yourself in the mirror before locking eyes with yuu.

“Get it”

You smile

“I will”

“Yess!”

“Ow yuu!”

It was finally the day of the dance. You nervously looked at yourself in the mirror for the hundredth time before turning to yuu.

“Do I look good? Is my hair okay? Wait what if my makeup looks bad? Oh no! What-“

“Relax y/n, you look stunning so don’t worry” She says before glossing up her lips.

“And I’m sure the dude you like will also think the same” She teases and you could feel your face burn up before looking away.

Will Jack think so?

You then heard a ding coming from both your guy’s phone.

“It’s the group chat”

“What they say?” You ask as you put on your earrings.

“That they are already there and are waiting for us” You could hear the taps of her nails as she quickly texts them back.

“Okay. You done?”

“Mhm”

You look at yourself one last time before grabbing your purse and making sure you have everything.

“Okay let’s go!”

The walk from your dorm to the dance wasn’t that far. You and yuu joked around as you two made your way to where the dance was taking place. The more you guys got closer, the more nervous you felt.

“There they are!” It was ace.

As the two of you walked closer, you could see the guy’s jaw drop at the sight of you two.

“Woah…you guys look stunning!” Yuu smiles

“Thank you!” You looked down at the ground before feeling someone hand on your shoulder. You look up to see jack and your heart quickens.

“You look beautiful y/n”

“T-thank you jack” He smiles before looking at yuu.

“Yuu…you look beautiful” She giggles before thanking him. You didn’t know why, but you started to feel weird when you noticed how…nervous jack was with yuu.

Before you could think any further, you hear someone clear their throat. You turn to face a blushing deuce.

“You..you look beautiful”

“O-oh! Thank you deuce” You didn’t see but ace gave deuce a teasing look seeing how nervous and a blushing mess deuce was around you.

“Okay let’s go inside! I’m tired of standing out here!”

“All the amazing food could be gone by now because of you guys!” Grim whines making yuu roll her eyes.

“You’ll live”

You guys made your way inside but the weird feeling in your stomach was still there.

….

The dance wasn’t bad. Everyone was having a good time with friends and some were even goofing around.

Everyone was having a good time except you. The weird feeling in your stomach was distracting you the whole night.

You sigh before walking out the main room and down some random hall.

“Maybe I should’ve stayed back in my dorm” you mumble. As you walk down the dark lit hall you halt to a stop when you hear familiar voices. Curiously, you follow the voices until you come across both Jack and yuu.

“What the…” You hid behind a pillar and decided to eavesdrop.

“Soo?”

Jack blushes before looking away.

“I just…I just wanted you to know”

Your brows furrowed in confusion

Know what?

“I really like you yuu”

At that moment. You could feel your whole world stop.

No…no please no

Yuu giggles before pulling him into a hug.

“I also like you too jack!” You felt like throwing up.

Your eyes widen as you see him then pull her into a kiss.

You watched enough

Quickly but also quietly you made your way out of there. You felt tears slide down your cheeks as you quickly ran out the building.

“Y/n? Where are you going?!”

It was deuce

You ignored him though and quickly ran back to your dorm.

“I should’ve known…I should’ve known he would never fall for someone like me”

That night you experienced your first heartbreak

The following day you didn’t show up to any of your classes. You stayed in your dorm not caring if you’ll get in trouble later for skipping.

Your friends noticed your absences and texted you asking if you were coming to class but you ignored it. All of it including texts from jack and yuu.

You look in the mirror before crying again

How could I have been so stupid? Of course he wouldn’t fall for someone like me! I’m not beautiful like yuu, I’m not fun like yuu either and I’m definitely not outgoing like her either….

But I hoped…I hoped that for some miracle…that he would also like me too. That he will also feel his heart speed up when he’s around me like how mine does when I’m around him.

Why did yuu never tell me she liked jack?

Would it have stopped her from falling for jack if I told her I liked him?

Your shaky hands wipe your tears as you stand up from the ground. You made your way towards the bathroom but stopped when you felt a sudden sharp pain in your chest.

“S-shit! What the-“

Another sharp pain but this time directly towards your heart. You could feel your surroundings spin and you started to feel nauseous.

Quickly you stood up and ran to the toilet and threw up. You groan as you close your eyes.

Your head was killing you

You open your eyes and wipe your chin. But you frown when you see your hand stain red.

“The hell…” You slowly looked down in the toilet and gasped in horror when you saw blood.

“What the hell!” You quickly flushed the toilet before grabbing a rag and wetting it to wipe your face.

“It’s nothing…it’s nothing…”

You closed your eyes and made your way towards your bed. You wrap your covers around you before letting sleep overtake you.

It’s nothing. Nothing at all. Not the curse. Everything fine.

You skipped school the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that too. You skipped school the rest of the week.

Your friends were worried for you and would call and text you but nothing. You never answered. They would also come by to your dorm but when they do you are either not there or you ignore the knocks from your door.

Thank the sevens for ignihyde technology. They won’t be able to break into your room.

You continue to isolate yourself from them and everyone. Your teachers have emailed you about your absences but that to you ignored.

The reasons behind your skipping was because of the horrible headache and stomach pain. You were in so much pain that you knew you wouldn’t be able to make it to any of your classes.

And also because you wanted to ignore jack and yuu.

Yes you felt horrible for doing so but again, you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing them.

You requested Crowley if you could switch to online classes and thankfully, he agreed but not before scolding you about skipping your classes.

You haven’t seen any of your friends in a month. You did a good job keeping distance but that still didn’t stop them from calling and texting you.

You quietly walk back to your room after grabbing a small snack from the dorm's kitchen. As you made your way to your room you heard someone shout your name.

“Y/n!”

You froze before quickly walking faster to your room. Once your room came into sight you quickly opened it before shutting the door.

Well trying to shut your door

The person’s foot prevented you from fully closing the door.

“Please! Y/n please don’t try and ignore me”

It was deuce

He sounded so…sad and broken..

You looked at him and saw how worried and tired he looked.

“Please…can I come in?”

You looked away before letting him in. He sighs in relief before closing the door. You made your way to your bed before sitting down.

It was silent for a moment. Neither of you are talking.

That is until deuce spoke up

“Why have you been ignoring us? And not showing up to class anymore?”

“I switched to online classes”

He frowned

“Why”

You stayed silent. You looked down at the floor and started to play with the hem of your shirt.

“Y/n..”

You finally looked up at him and once he was able to have a good look at your face he gasps.

You looked so tired and drained. You had dark circles under your eyes and your eyes were puffy.

He took a good look at your body and noticed how it looks like you lost weight. He also noticed the way your hands tremble a bit.

But even if you looked like this. Deuce still found you beautiful.

“I-“

Before you could even let out a word, you started coughing and fell to the floor. Deuce immediately asking if you were ok. Before you could respond, another cough interrupted you but this time you coughed out blood.

He stares in horror as you continue to cough out more blood.

“Y-y/n…we need to take you to a hospital!”

“No”

“Huh?”

“T-there’s nothing they could do..”

“W-what do you mean?” You look up at him with sad eyes.

“This is a curse deuce….and there’s nothing you can do to stop it”

He looks at you with wide eyes before shaking his head.

“No..no no no! There something! At least something we can do-“

“There isn’t anything you can do deuce…my family for centuries have tried to find a cure…but nothing”

“I’m going to die soon”

After that day. You told deuce everything. About how you found out about jack liking yuu and dealing with the heartbreak, which caused the curse to take over.

At the time. You could see a glint of sadness in his eyes before quickly disappearing.

He started taking care of you without the other’s knowledge. He was there for you when the headache got bad. He was there to hold your hair when you threw up. He was there to catch you when you couldn’t keep your balance anymore.

He was there for you

Like how jack once was

And you were grateful for that. You were happy that you had at least someone to spend time with during your last moments.

Even if you were in pain

Deuce tried his absolute best to distract you from the pain. He did everything he could to make you smile even if you were slowly starting to get weaker and weaker.

It pained him to see you in pain. It hurts him so much seeing you grow weak and blood everywhere.

It hurts seeing the girl he loves die in a slow and agonizing death.

But he’ll try his best to make your last moments wonderful.

Deuce once again was in your dorm. You two were watching a movie on your bed as you cuddled against him. He had an arm wrapped around you almost protectively.

“Deuce?”

“Mm?”

You sigh which causes him to look down at you.

“Can we go watch the stars right now?”

“Now? But it’s late…and cold!”

“Please?” Those beautiful eyes of yours dear sevens he can’t resist.

“Okay…but we have to cover you up! It’s cold outside”

“Okay…”

He sighs in relief after sneaking out of your dorm. The Ignihyde security system is no joke.

“Cmon! I’ll show you a spot”

The two of you joked around as you walked to where your special spot was. He stares in awe as the spot you took him had a beautiful view of the stars.

“Cmon, lay down with me” you motion for him to lay down besides you which he does. You smile before turning your attention up at the star’s.

“It’s beautiful”

“It is”

You guys stayed silent for a moment. Enjoying the stars and just relaxing.

“Deuce..”

“Mhm”

“Thank you”

He looks at you with a raised brow.

“For what?”

“For still sticking by my side…even after ignoring you and still sticking by my side to take care of me”

“I appreciate it deuce”

You then turned to look at him and smiled.

A smile that he fell in love with and would never see again.

You then turn back to look at the stars. He admire your face as you watched the stars before looking back up at the sky.

“When I’m gone…I want to be up there with the stars”

His heart clenched at your words and tears started to build up.

“I wanna shine bright like those stars”

You already do

Silence took over once again

I should tell her. She should know about my feelings.

Deuce thought. He builds up the courage to confess his feelings for you before closing his eyes and blurting it out.

“Y/n I just want to let you know that I love you”

Silence

He opens his eyes before turning to face you.

You fell asleep…

He smiles but then stops when he notices something else.

You aren’t breathing

Quickly sitting up. Deuce gently shakes you with shaky hands.

“H-hey…y/n? Y/n please open your eyes”

But nothing

Deuce stops as he realizes that your gone

Tears slide down his cheeks as he pulls you against him while gently caressing your face.

“I love you”

He looks up at the sky and notices how one star shines brighter than the other’s.

Hope you guys enjoyed that lovely meal☺️

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One Night Stands and Phone Numbers [Frankie x f!reader]

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet f!reader)

Warnings: Safe piv sex in the backseat of a car, kissing and normal foreplay stuff.

Summary: You owe Frankie a baseball hat and your digits. Will he get them back?

Words: 2,389

A/N: This is a sequel to Blind Dates and One Night Stands. Enjoy!

Frankie spots you immediately behind the bar when he enters, and it’s not just because you're wearing his baseball cap. No, it’s just the everythingness of you: your face, hair, body, how you laugh at something your coworker says, how you smile at him when you see him.

Last night’s sex is still fresh in his mind, and he glances quickly at the barstool where he had you. His dick twitches, and he forces himself to think unsexy thoughts, like he had to do when he was a teenager trying to hide embarrassing boners while watching the cheerleading squad practice in their short skirts.

Sliding onto a stool, he feels the heat rise in his cheeks when you lean onto the bar across from him, your plump breasts round in your cleavage, and greet him like you’ve been waiting to see him.

”Hi,” he smiles back, eyes flickering up to his hat. ”I see you found my hat.”

”I think I’ll keep it,” you wink at him, and his heart misses a beat.

”It looks better on you than on me.”

”Beer?” You're already reaching for a glass, and Frankie nods.

”I’ll have one, please.”

You pull him one and leave to serve other customers. Frankie barely touches the glass, instead following you with his eyes like some creep. Last night was good, but was it just a one time thing? Will he get your number this time?

He could still taste you on his lips when he woke up this morning, hard and leaking from the memory of you. He had had to jerk off in a feverish frenzy, and when he lay panting and stared at the ceiling, his sheets soiled with his release, all he could think of was you.

He thought of you all day, and now you are here, so close, and he has to wait for you to have time for him.

When you finally rejoin him, he’s nervously tapping his fingers against the counter.

”What time do you get off?” he asks, trying to sound cool.

”Midnight.” You turn your head to check the clock on the wall behind you. ”Hour and a half.”

That’s earlier than last night. Frankie sees an opening, and swallows quickly.

”Would you want to grab a bite? With me, I mean?”

You tilt your head a little, and your teasing grin is everything.

”Oh, I’d love a bite.”

”I’ll make sure you get one,” he replies without thinking, and that makes you laugh. Whew.

”Looking forward to it. Will you wait here?”

”Sure.”

A yawn finds its way out of you when you collect your purse from your locker, and step back to the busy bar, immediately finding Frankie in the thickening crowd. He’s standing by the bar, neck slightly bent, that thick dark hair a messy halo of a mop on his head. He comes towards you as you start walking, and when someone bumps into you, you see a shadow cast over Frankie’s face. There’s something in his eyes, like he’s taking quick measure of the situation. His otherwise so calm and sweet features are set in stone, impenetrable, and his whole body language seems to change into something that reminds you of a big feline stalking something through the jungle. He goes right back to normal in the blink of an eye, however, when the person who bumped into you apologizes without barely looking at you, and you walk on.

”You okay?” he asks you immediately when you reach him.

”Yeah, sure,” you nod, putting a hand on his arm. ”Come on, let’s get outta here.”

His broad shoulders lead the way through the crowd, and you follow closely with your hand in his. When you’re outside on the street, you tug on his hand, making him turn and face you.

”Hi,” you smile, suddenly a little shy. The smile he gives you back is so warm that you can practically feel it on your skin.

”Hi. Was work okay?”

”Uneventful.”

”That’s nice to hear.”

You take a step closer, and he seems to interpret you just right. When your lips meet, it feels like you’ve kissed a thousand times before, but he still makes your toes curl. His hat falls off your head, and neither one of you cares.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” he confesses in a low rumble against your lips. You hum, loop your arms around his neck, and kiss him again. It feels familiar in a way that surprises you: you don't even know him, for chrissakes.

Finally, he breaks the kiss, seemingly unwillingly, judging from the way his lips linger on yours. His breath is hot, there is a hint of beer on it, and his soft, plump lips make a stark contrast to the prick of his facial hair. A shudder runs through you, and he misinterprets it.

"You're getting cold, let's go get something to eat. I know a great diner nearby."

You don't correct him, just pick up his hat, put it back on your head, and let him take you by the hand.

Turns out, it's the same diner that you like, and both of you already have favorites on the menu. As you wait for your orders, you talk about what a wonder it is that you haven't seen each other here before, given the fact that both of you seem to eat here "all the time".

Frankie reveals that he's been in the military and thus out of the country from time to time. He's retired now, however, and in-between jobs, looking for something to settle into. You have your bartending job, liking it enough to not be looking for anything else, but you don't know if you want to keep doing that for the rest of your life. The night shifts get heavier with each year, and rarely having weekend nights off has definitely had an impact on your social - and dating - life.

The conversation flows easily as you eat. Frankie is not only good-looking, but also funny and considerate. Around halfway through dinner, you decide to sleep with him again, if he's interested. After you've paid and left the diner, he walks you back to your car. Clearly unwilling to say good night, he nevertheless seems to want to wrap it up somehow, so that you won't have to remain out in the cold. Besides, you're constantly stifling yawns.

"I had a really nice time," he tells you finally. "Can I see you again?"

"I have a family birthday in the weekend," you tell him ruefully. "But next week?"

"I'd like that.

You put your lips on his, and he pulls you into his warmth as he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. The memory of the previous night burns between your legs, and as Frankie turns the truck onto the main road, you clench around emptiness in a desperate attempt to alleviate the hunger.

Goddamnit.

"Frankie?" you murmur, hands sliding down his front, then around to his ass. "'s your truck parked near here?"

"Yeah?"

"Take me to it."

Frankie gets it fast. He takes your hand and walks with you to his truck, parked around the corner. You get into the backseat of the truck, Frankie following, and as soon as the door slams shut behind him, you pull at his jacket lapels, make him come to you as you half sit, half lie in the backseat.

"You sure about this?" he asks you breathlessly while shoving you skirt up your thighs. Your heart is in your throat, nervous and excited at the same time, and you nod frenetically as your legs spread to give him access to the wet apex of your thighs. He smiles, you can just about see it in what light the streetlamps offer, and his hand stops high up on the inside of your thigh.

"Lemme hear you say it." His voice is smooth and gravelly at the same time, how is that even possible? You swallow hard.

"I'm very sure that I want you to fuck me right here and now, Frankie."

Immediately, his hand rushes up to cup you over your lace panties, and you move against it, wanting friction. Your kisses are hurried but Frankie keeps trying to gain control of the situation, like he wants it to be slow. You can't do slow, not like this, so you fight to open his belt and get at his fly. The prong sings against the metal buckle when you unzip his pants, and Frankie finally seems to understand that this is not going to be slow and sweet. He yanks down your top and buries his face in the cleft of your cleavage, dragging down your bra to free your tits from its cups. His cock is straining against the fabric of his boxers, and you reach for your purse. A low growl rises from Frankie, and you giggle breathlessly.

"I'm just grabbing a rubber."

"Let's get you wet first."

"I'm wet enough." You're not absolutely sure that that's true, considering his size, but you want it hard and tight now. He showed you last night that he's considerate and will go down on you if you only ask him, but if you got off on fucking him in the bar where you work last night, fucking him in the backseat of his parked pickup truck in the middle of town feels so dirty that you only want it just like that: dirty.

Frankie growls low and ducks down between your thighs. The conditions are cramped but somehow, he manages to press his face against the drenched lace. He inhales deeply before pushing the cloth aside to flick his tongue at your clit. Your first closes tightly around the condom, and you try to raise your hips to make the angle less extreme for him. Your skirt bunched up around your hips, Frankie takes a hold of your hips and lifts them up in the air. You yelp, one foot finding the back of the driver's seat, the other propping itself up on the seat as you grab hold of whatever's the closest to help him. The crotch of your panties slips back in place, but he rubs his lips, chin, and nose against you, teasing you mercilessly until your legs are shaking from effort and arousal. He puts you down, licks his lips, and kisses you deeply before you shove him off of you enough to pull out his cock and get the condom on.

It's probably the least comfortable sex you've ever had, but it's still in the top three of the best sex. Lacking proper warm-up, your pussy still eagerly swallows Frankie's cock entering from an awkward angle. The space isn't working to your advantage but there is nothing in Frankie's performance that warrants any complaints: he takes care to only go halfway in at first, shoving his impressive inches all the way only when the resistance is lower. Covering you, he drives himself in, over and over, harder and faster than you thought he'd be able to in these spatially compromised circumstances. You try to brace yourself against the door, a seatbelt buckle is digging into your shoulder, one foot propped behind the neck rest, one arm thrown around Frankie, who’s panting hotly against your tits.

"Fuck, baby," he presses, licking sloppily at your nipple. "Such a screamer, you doing okay?"

You didn't even realize you were being loud.

"Don't you dare stop," you moan, shifting slightly to relieve the pressure on your lower back. Frankie curses low, pulls out - you mewl unhappily and reach for him, but he pulls you up.

"Let's switch."

You reorganize yourselves, arms and legs and clothes in the way, and with Frankie sitting in the backseat, you're free to straddle him. Pulling your panties to the side, you devour his thick cock with your pussy in one swift move. Frankie's hands come to your tits, his eyes are glassy in the sparse light, and he thrusts upwards once.

"Ride my cock," he tells you, and there is no mistaking his tone. You seize a neck rest with one hand and Frankie's shoulder with the other, and you ride him like a bat out of hell. The slick slapping of skin against skin, the rustle of clothing, your loud, heavy breathing, Frankie's moaning - Jesus Christ, he moans, he's a man who moans - is all you can hear, and it's just as good as last night, it's better than last night, you're almost hoping for someone to pass by and see you, witness this fantastic fuck that's driving you closer and closer towards your climax with each grind, each yesyesyes ohgodyes. Frankie shoves your skirt out of the way, stares down at the spot where the two of you are connected, eyes round and mouth hanging open in bliss and bewilderment. When you throw your head back, your body tense and ready to burst, he shoves his hand down, thumb pressing down on your clit.

You scream. The orgasm is brief but blazing, leaving behind a warm, soggy sensation when you lean back with your hands on Frankie's knees, moaning throatily. Frankie leans forwards and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck, baby, so fucking hot, I'm gonna cum in just a second, just stay where you are," he babbles, mouth full of your soft flesh and stiff nipples. Moments later, he thrusts up into you, grimacing into your tits, a growl escaping him as he keeps you still on his cock with a steely grip of your ass cheeks.

Some ten minutes later, you both step out of the truck. Frankie cages you gently against it, lips on your flushed cheek, your sweaty forehead, your dry lips.

"Next time I want to do this in a bed."

“Oh, you’re a romantic?”

“Unapologetically.”

"This weekend?" you suggest immediately. His lips are now on your neck.

"You had a family thing?" His hands are wandering down your front, cupping your tits, and your breath hitches.

"Don't care. Want you."

He pulls back a little, smiling so sweetly that you think that this is it, you're actually in love, not just attracted.

"Can I have your number now?"

You smile back, and there's a glint in his eye.

"Yes, you can."

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