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angelfrombeneth · 4 months

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MESSY - M . RIDDLE

Mature and Possibly Triggering Content Ahead

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Summary: You and your bestfriend of 13 years have a bit of a spat, that turns into her being a shit friend. So you also return the favour.

Warnings: SMUT, Implied Cheating, Slight mention of violence, Your bestfriend is a shitty friend, You do something shitty, Dom!Mattheo, Sub!Reader, Not been proofread - expect slightly grammar errors.

A/N: Thought I'd switch it up with Theo and do a Mattheo short. This is just a random draft. It's not one of my best works but I wanted to put something out cuz it had been a while. I've been super busy w my studies so I haven't had time to finish my other fics or any asks. So please accept this for now 🫶

"Hey Erica!" You smiled as you skipped up to your friend. Erica had been your best friend for 13 years. Your mother's were best friends before your mum passed, you grew up together and stuck by eachother no matter what. Even when you both got sorted into two different houses; she got Slytherin and you got Hufflepuff. Despite all odds, you both at in 6th year still going strong.

Erica turned to look at you, her eyebrow quirked. "What?"

You stood before her, confused with her attitude. "I thought we could go hangout in the pavilion together?"

She turned to her group of Slytherin friends and snickered slightly, bidding them goodbye before looking at you. "Sure, Where's Cedric?" You looked at her weirdly while you both walked towards the pavilion.

"I'm not sure, why'd you ask?"

"No reason, just suprised your both always at eachothers hip, it's weird he's not"

"Your right.. I should ask him-"

"No!" She cut you off. "Its ok, ill ask him for you, maybe he won't tell you the real reason"

"Thanks Erica" You smiled. The pair of you sat in the pavilion and gossiped about many different things.

You spotted Pansy across the pavilion waving you over to her and her friends. "Hey, I'm going to see Pansy, ill see you later?" You stand.

"Her? You're friends with her" Erica scoffed, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Whats wrong with Pansy?"

"Everything, she's just a fucking whore. All those guys she's friends with she probably sleeps with them all she's a wh-"

"Erica stop it. I don't know what your deal is... Pansy is nice to me ok? Just drop it" You looked at her weirdly from her behaviour.

"Your right, I'm sorry. I'll go speak to Cedric now for you" She smiled before rushing off.

You shrugged it off and walked over to Pansy smiling.

"Y/N!" She cheered as you sat down next to her. "We were just talking about how cute you and Cedric are, 3 months now right?" Pansy smiled at you.

"Yeah, it's going great, im really happy actually"

"Thats so good, Although we always thought you'd end up with a Slytherin boy" Astoria snickered.

"Really? Who, I don't even really talk to many of the guys" You quirked.

"Probably Theo, he's the gentleman out of them all, the best choice other than my Blaise" Daphne smiled.

You smiled at her, Her and Blaise had been together since 2nd year. They were like the powerhouse couple of Hogwarts, perfect in every way.

"Pans, did you and Erica have an argument she seems to have a strong.. hatred for you" You looked to the girl beside you.

Pansy looked up at Daphne and Astoria and laughed slightly before taking your hand. "I never did anything to her, she's just jealous I'm friends with the guys. She keeps implying I'm 'fucking them all' but I'm literally gay" Pansy snickered.

"Thats literally what I thought, I thought everyone knew?"

"Everyone does, Erica is just fucking stupid" Tori scoffed, crossing her legs over eachother.

"Tori-" Daphne glared to her.

"Besides its because her and Mattheo have this thing or whatever, and me and him are close" She shrugged.

"Mattheo? As in Mattheo Riddle?" You raised your eyebrow.

"Yeah- Why?" They all looked at you weirdly.

"Isn't his dad like.. You-know-who?" You whispered.

They all laughed at you softly. Pansy patting you on the back.

"You're so sweet and innocent" Astoria cooed.

A loud bell chimed around the whole castle you all stood up.

"Fuck, I have potions" Astoria groaned.

"You'll live" Daphne laughed at her.

"See you around Y/N!" She smiled to you as you all parted ways.

You sighed as you walked into the castle.

Over the next few weeks you hung out more with Pansy, Daphne and Astoria. Everytime you'd hang out with Erica she'd ice you out or something. You also notice Cedric just get more and more bored with your presence which just didn't make you feel any better. You had wondered what Erica and Mattheo were considering she never once mentioned him to you. At all.

You sighed, as you stared down at your tea leaves, poking at them with your wand.

You felt a gush of wind beside you as someone sat in the always vacant seat.

"I know this seat isn't taken, so I will be sitting here" You heard. You looked up to see Mattheo, smiling down at you.

"I take notice when my favourite girls start hanging out with another person, which means you must be a goodie" He smiled at you. "Y/N, right?"

You nodded smiling. "I didn't realise you all were so close"

"We are like a second family, since our actual ones are pretty shitty" He snickered.

Over the following weeks you had grown close to all the Slytherins, hanging our with them all. Occasionally Cedric would come over but he wasn't that interested which just irked you. He had apologised for his lack of presence that made you feel a bit better.

You and Mattheo had become quite close, to him he was quite fond of you. Found you very cute. Erica didn't like your friendship with Mattheo all of a sudden and this was the brunt of most of your arguments. You always apologised then backed away from the group for a day or so, but it was just like a forever cycle.

You had discovered, Mattheo and Erica were dating but you were confused as to why she hadn't told you but you didn't want to take it to heart, there must've been a reason.

After class, you walked down the halls, students rushing quickly to make it to their next class, as you walked down towards the Hufflepuff entrance you noticed all the Slytherin boys all hanging in the kitchen.

"Feeding time at the zoo again?" You snickered. The boys all turned staring at you like deers caught in headlights. This wasn't the first time you'd come across them in the kitchen. You had grown close with the Slytherin boys recently, but you had grown to know them more for you sort exchanges everytime you see them feasting away.

"Fuck- Y/N you scared us. I thought you were a fucking teacher" Blaise sighed.

"Why are you guys always here on my free" You quirked your brow.

"We just wanna see you so bad!" Enzo whined as you chuckled.

"Where you off to in a rush anyway" Draco licked his finger from the pie covering it.

"M' meeting Cedric in the common room. I'll see you guys later" You smiled to them before walking a bit away from the kitchen and entering the Hufflepuff commonroom.

If you could go back to 2 minutes ago when you were laughing at the boys stuffing their face with pie. You would.

As you rounded the corner towards the opening of the commonroom to froze, hearing giggles and.. moaning? What freak would fuck in the common room, you scoffed. What you didn't expect was who. You decided to just ignore the sounds and quickly pass up to Cedrics dorm when you caught a glimpse of an oh so familiar green gem clawclip thrown across the floor.

"Erica?" You raised your eyebrow as you stared at the couch.

You watched as Erica sat up, disheaved hair and messy makeup before the other person sat up to. That person being... Cedric.

"Cedric- Erica what the fuck??" You shouted at them both.

"Y/N- He threw himself at me, I swear. We were just talming and-" She gasped, standing up and changing herself.

"What No??- It's not what it looks like- She"

"SHUT UP!" you screamed. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to your stupid excuses. You didn't slip and fall into her Cedric be fucking for real" You scoffed at him, storming up to him and slapping him across the face. Your voice cracked as you yelled and turned on your heels and ran from the common room.

"Y/N WAIT!-" Cedric yelled.

As you rounded the last bend the last thing you heard- "Wellthat was easy, see you later Cedric" Erica cackled.

You thought she was your friend, best friend forever. She was a fucking liar. A disgusting whorey liar. You sobbed as you ran from the commonroom towards the stairs. You ran past the kitchen, the slytherin boys noticing you running. You didn't stop, you had to go to Pansy. You knew she had a free and she was in her dorm. So you ran there.

Third POV:

"Was that Y/N?" Enzo poked his head out of the kitchen confused by your rushed nature.

"She was crying- I hope she's OK.." Theo hit his lip slightly nervous for you.

"She's fine, probably stubbed her toe or something" Draco snickered.

Mattheo and the boys decided to ignore the fact Y/N ran past crying and it probably wasn't any of your issues. That was until he noticed two people sneak past the kitchen.

"Who was that?" Enzo questioned.

"No clue" Mattheo shrugged.

Your POV:

The next few days you spend sobbing and skipping classes. Astoria, Pansy and Daphne took turns looking after you as you wailed in their arms. Not only had your friend relationship fucked up. He cheated on you and with your 'best friend'.

When you told the girls they were pissed. You practically had to talk Astoria out of certain violent consequences. They stayed with you and comforted you for ages. The first few days were crucial.

You had recieved owls from Erica, explanation in her own fucked up words how the situation wasn't at all what she thought it was and how it was just a huge misunderstanding. You couldn't help but scoff at her bullshit.

Three weeks had passed since everything you left Pansys after a few days and stayed boarded up in your room for an additional 2 weeks. No one came in and no one came out. The girls were concerned for you but understood you needed time.

News travelled that you and Cedric broke up but nothing about Erica being a home wrecker. When you finally left your pit after nearly 4 weeks you had seen significant changes. You were quite pale due to lack of sun and nutrients - you didn't look sick you just looked tired. People noticed and just felt.. bad for you. What really set you over the edge is in these 4 weeks not only had Erica homewrecked your relationship- she had clung to the people you had become to get comfortable with.

This was the second time Erica had done this to you. In 3rd Year you had started dated Adrian Pucey when she swooped in and was making out with him. She had told you he threw himself at her and she was so sorry she didn't mean to hurt you and you fucking believed her. Now this was just proof she was a bitch and she expected you to just forgive her which is what you'd do, but you had to come up with a plan.

You walked down towards the Slytherin common room, and up towards Erica's dorm. Erica only had one other dormmate but she was in the hospital wing currently due to a mishap in potions.

You knocked on the door and the door swung open to reveal Erica. A sickening smile spread across her lips as she let you in.

"Oh Y/N- I'm so glad your here. I need to explain everything to you" She wore a fake pout as she hugged you before pulling away.

She was rushing around her room fixing her hair and doing her makeup as she spoke to you. You sat on her bed.

"I was talking to Cedric, about what I said when he threatened me. He was saying about how he'd hurt you and how he'd do horrible things to you if I didn't sleep with him Y/N"

Really. Does she really think you'd believe this. You had to try your best not to laugh.

"Erica that is so horrible- I know you didn't mean to- You'd never do anything to hurt me" You smiled.

"Exactly!" She turned to look at you smiling. "He was a terrible boyfriend Y/N you can do so much better- Look stay here. I'll be back, I have to go see Mattheo in the hospital wing but I'll be back soon. Then we can have a girlie night" She smiled again. That fame smile was irking you.

"Of course" You smiled as she rushed out of the door leaving you. How stupid was she to think you'd believe her bullshit lies. You peered around the room, groaning. Why did she get to keep a boyfriend after all of this.

Speak of the devil, the door swung open to reveal Mattheo, leaning against the door frame as he quizzically looked at you.

"Y/N? Where'd Erica?" He asked.

"Mattheo? She said she went to the hospital wing for you-"

Mattheo rolled his eyes scoffing. "I came here to break up with that cheating slut and she's gone to cheat. How ironic" He laughed, venom lacing his tone. "I know your friends but seriously you can do b-"

"Actually we aren't friends" You cut him off. "I was here to listen to her bullshit excuses on why she fucked my boyfriend" You scoffed.

"Cedric too?" Mattheo scoffed. "I don't get it, I was actually a good boyfriend to her, for once I wasn't the asshole" He laughed mockingly.

Mattheo sat next to you on Erica's bed as the pair of you sighed. It was quite for a moment before you spoke.

"Maybe she needs a taste of her own medicine.." You peered to Mattheo, who was now smirking.

"A dark streak for a little hufflepuff like you? Do go on" He bit his lip as he stared down at you. Now you look at it, Mattheo was twice the size of you.

"Maybe we could.. you know" You looked down.

"I'm a changed man Y/N- but fuck, my old ways would always come back for you" He smirked, referring to his last two years of THE player and heartbreaker of Hogwarts.

Before you could reply you heard a soft chuckle before Mattheo's hands are instantly all over you. He kisses you softly but needingly. The way his lips move against yours as his hands grab at the plush of your thigh.

You could almost laugh at his neediness but it turned you on even more. You climbed onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, needing more. Your tongues dancing upon eachother as you grinded down against his growing bulge. The softly moans he'd release into your mouth were enough to have you moaning.

You broke away shortly as the pair of you quickly stripped down to your underwear. You stood up, throwing your jumper and shirt off as you shimmied out of your skirt. Mattheo kicked off his trousers, throwing his jumper and shirt across the room just in time to catch you as he jumped onto him again. A light chuckle leaving his mouth as the pair of you sat pratically skin to skin.

"God you are so fucking hot" He smirked, biting his lip as you sat back down on his lap, as he sat at the end of the bed.

He watched as you, pulled your panties off, dropping them beside the end of the bed as you yanked at his boxers. Smirking as his cock sprung out and hit his stomach.

"So big, and you were all hers?" You smirked, pecking his lips softly as you pulled yourself closer, instantly sinking down on his length as you yelped at the size. His grip, harsh on you as his fingers dug into your hips,his eyes slightly rolling at the sensation.

"Fuck-" You sighed out as you wiggled down on him, reaching back to unclasp your bra and tossing it aside, before pulling him closer and smashing your lips onto his yet against as you grinded down against him.

You gasped, as he gripped your waist, thrusting up into you as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Dont be a bitch Y/N" He smirked against your mouth as your tongues tied to one another as your hands roamed all over. His hands reached to your ass, squeezing, gripping and slapping the flesh as much as he could as your hips buckled against his, his cock burying itself deeper inside of you.

"mm.. J-just like that" You sighed, reading your head against his shoulder as you rocked your hips back and forth against his, sighing at the sensation.

He couldn't handle it much longer as he threw you down against the bed, giving you time to get on all fours as he kicked off his boxers as he gripped your hips and began to piston into you. Your back arched as you gripped the sheets, your teeth sunk into the duvet as you whined into the cotton. You could practically hear his filthy smirk as you whined. His hands aggressively gripping at your love handles as he bounced against you, pulling you back harshly with each thrusted rebound. The way your skin slapped loudly against his as it collided. The way your ass, bounced against his thrusts sent him over the edge.

With each thrust, his hand would grasp at the flesh of your ass, squeezing it or slapping it as you whined down into the mattress. A filthy smirk spread across his face.

"Oh fuck!-" You gasped as you whined, eyes rolling back slightly as you gripped at the sheets.

"Good girl- Good fucking girl.. Taking it so well" He growled from behind. His voice just made you even wetter, the whole situation had your stomach in knots.

He continued on your ass as you gasped for air, his hand yanking at your hair, collecting it into a messy ponytail as he yanked you up and back against his chest. His free arm snaked around your waist, pushed down against your lower stomach, intensifying each thrust as you could feel the pressure of his arm. You whined out loudly, gasping at the sensation as he took the chance to let go of your hair and wrap a hand around your neck.

You gazed to the side to look at Mattheo, as he smirked, before kissing you roughly. His tongue instantly sliding into your mouth as you sighed into the kiss. Toying with his tongue as his cock made at home inside your walls. The way he thrusted in and out like he owned it had you on the edge.

You broke away momentary, gasping for air as he pulled away completely. The emptiness between your legs prominent as you whined, falling forward but catching yourself, moving to lay on your back against the bed, looking up at him.

"Miss me already" He laughed, sweat dripping down his body as he stared at you smirking, as he climbed ontop of you, kissing down your neck, sucking softly at the skin.

"Fuck- How can I not, when you look like that" You chuckled, running your hands up and down his naked body. You couldn't help but let your hand linger over his stomach, as your fingers dipped between the crevasses of his chiselled chest.

"You're bad, fucking your bestfriends boyfriend" He smirked, biting his lip as he hovered over the top of you, his hand pumping his cock as he stared down at you.

"She did it first, I'm just returning the favour" You smirked, pulling his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. You could feel Mattheo smirked against you as he lined up yet against to thrusts into you. His forehead against yours as he smirked down at you.

"You are so cute, shame it took this to see your dark side" He laughed as his thumb caressed your cheek softly, pecking your lips as he slowly slid back into you. You gasped, arching your back, as your chest pressed up against his as your body shook below him.

"God, I fucking love how you just melt at my fucking touch. So slutty" He laughed lowly in your ear, as he nibbled on the shell of it before biting at your shoulder and sucking on it as he began to thrust.

As he began the thrust at first they were soft, his lips peppering kisses all down your neck and collarbone as you whined softly under his touch. You watched as he licked the bruises that had formed across your skin as he smirked down at you. His smirk was sickening. Sickeningly sweet.

His cock sunk in and out of you like it was moulded for you. The way you whined and moaned into his ear had him harder than ever. He was obsessed with you and the pretty little sounds you made.

As he fucked you, he tossed your leg over his shoulder as he continued to fuck you at such an animalistic pace you were unsure if you'd make out of this in one piece. Your stomach, knotted at the pleasure. You hummed and whined as his cock thrashed in and out of you as he whined.

His lips capturing yours once against for a kiss, yet this time deeper. His lips moved so sensually against yours, as he kissed you with such passion. His hand, clasped around your neck as his tongue slid in and out of your mouth as the pair of you hummed. It was like time stopped and it was just you. You had never been fucked this good before, but thanks to Mattheo you now had.

You continued to whined with each thrust, gasping as you gripped at his hair, tugging on it. Mattheo's slight chuckles at every whine that left your mouth sent you spiraling.

As he kissed your deeper and fucked you harder you heard as scream, causing you both to pull away from the kiss. But that didn't stop Mattheo from railing the fuck out of you still. The pair of you looked over his shoulder to see Erica stood in the doorway. On urge you went to pull away from Mattheo in embarrassment but he held you down, smirking back at you as he sped up causing you to arch your back, screaming.

"Mhm- Fuck.. Your dick is so perfect" You whined as your gaze slightly lingering on Erica as the pair of you made eyecontact before you arched your back, leaning back and gripping the headboard. as he fucked you into the mattress. Your body recoiling against the thrusts as the bed creaked and shook.

The two of you edging closer to your high before you both case against one another. You pulled him closer as you kissed him deeply. Moaning softly into his mouth as you creamed his cock. Sighing softly as your body slowly loosened up.

Mattheo pulled away, smirking as he licked his lips. The pair of you had forget Erica was in the room and could more than happy stay like this until you heard a shrill shriek. "WHAT THE FUCK!" She yelled.

The pair of you untied from one another as you sighed, standing up and pulling your clothes back on, as Erica stood in shock at the two of you.

As you buttoned your shirt, you threw your jumper of your shoulders as you grabbed your heels before walking around Erica. "Just returning the favour" You smiled at her wholeheartedly. "Have fun cleaning" You turned to Mattheo before you left, shooting him a wink as he still led against the bed, bare naked.

"You- WHAT??" You could hear the cogs turning in Erica's head as you felt the scene before hearing crashing and screaming. Now she knows how you felt I guess, and well.

She deserved it.

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yandere-kokeshi · 4 months

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I remember you posted that you write alien vs predator now, so if possible could you write something about a yandere yautja x chubby!f!reader??? Like maybe she accidentally witnessed some them hunting on earth but as they were going to kill her another yautja grabbed her and ran or fought the others, he’s usually content just watching but she was threatened and he couldn’t stay away…. Or even just headcanons about them and what they’d be like as a partner

Sorry🫣

— Yandere Yautja with a female! chubby mate

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about chubby reader, and yautja stuff.

A/N: I changed it up a bit and decided to write headcanons about having a darling who is chubby. I hope that’s alright :)

In his planet, or rather culture, female Yautja have a naturally larger and masculine build: muscular thighs, fit hands that’ll be thrown at anybody, and a good athletic build. But, since the day he saw you and touched you? He died at the second, and swore to protect you to all the Gods. And ensuring, you’d be his by the end of the night.

To get it easy — he sees no issue with your size. Generally sees you as a ‘plushy’ and more huggable, there’s nothing wrong with that.

But if he senses you being sad over your weight, he clicks in annoyance. How dare you insult yourself like that? Within seconds, he hikes you up on his shoulders by one hand, showing you that weight doesn’t mean a thing to him, so nor should you care.

It’s no surprise that Yautja’s love heat, and your beloved mate sees you as a heat source. He has to be touching you at every given moment, muzzling his face deeper into your belly rolls as you two sleep in.

Finds your stretch marks remarkable. Scars are a symbol of strength, and are praised highly in the culture and with your lovely Yautja, he views them as a form of scars.

Handsy to a capitalized H, and doesn’t know a thing of personal space. Your skin is so warm and soft, his paws squishing and handling you is his favorite hobby. Adores the scent you have, and uses your thighs as pillows.

Generally would love for you to go naked in the house. Nudity isn’t a source of shame in yautja culture, so he’d be confused if he sees you embarrassed. In all, he admires and wishes for the day to come; imagining himself pulling your clothes off, chirping and clicking in excitement as his hand covers your hips and addicting curves.

Very protective, and whilst that’s guaranteed with his aggressive stance, it’s mustered up a bit because of how gorgeous you are. He’s convinced that if any other ‘ooman, or yautja, sees you – they might get attracted and try to steal you away. He’s ready to fight and tear off limbs if must. Possessive to its finest.

Treats you with the finest things he can find and cook. He cooks you amazing food, ones that leave your mouth salivating, and wakes you up with breakfast in bed; admiring your sleep figure and messy hair from awakening.

Loves to dress you up in clothes, especially if it’s in pelts that he hunted for you. Admires looking at you from behind, smiling like he’s made the day, and stares you down like a mad-man. You’re just so cute, ‘ooman.

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dcxdpdabbles · 8 months

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Passion for Fashion Part 4

A loud ding-dong echoes through the house. Danny sits up from where he was lying, inches from a radio playing falling water.

He found it in the garbage a few days after the whole kidnapping of Fiesco- the police got all the models to safety while the Bats were able to rescue Tim Drake, but the primary muscle, some guy named Waylon, got away. - but the station it could pick up was a natural sound effects station.

Danny had been tinkering with it, trying to figure out how to get it to connect to the local radio mostly successfully for days now. He leaned back to look past the randomly hung clothes that Dan had been stringing across their house.

Fabrics still littered the place, and it's become less of a home and more of a fabric storage.

Danny has forgotten the color of the walls, so used to just seeing clothes everywhere. It was a bit embarrassing to be so messy but it's not like they had guests in this dimension.

Which meant the door ringing even stranger.

Ding Dong.

"Dan?"

His counterpart grunts from somewhere behind the blue and green fabrics. "What?"

"Nothing," Danny calls back, side-stepping fabrics and pushing aside some mannequins. Who was on the other side of the door if Dan was in the living room turned studio?

Ding Dong.

They should really think about installing some cameras or even a peephole. Danny hesitates for only a moment before he carefully turns the knob and opens the door slightly, only enough so his eye can see through the crack.

An EverBurning Lizardman stands on his doorstep. That's....not confusing at all. Maybe the ghost was sent by Clockwork? Oh, perhaps the time Ghost was sending them back up?

"Hello?" Danny asks, swinging it open. "Can I help you?"

The Lizardman squints at him. "Dan Fenton?"

"No. I'm Danny Fenton. Dan is my twin brother."

"Right. I'm Killer Croc," The EverBurning says, straightening out his back to tower over Danny in what he thinks is supposed to be menacing. To Danny, it just looks like someone standing to attention, a lot of the ghosts do that when he is crowed.

"Nice to meet you, Killer. Cool jean jacket by the way." Danny responds. He crosses his arms and leans on the doorframe, tilting his head like a bird. Killer Croc seems taken aback by his nonchalant mannerism. "Do you want me to get Dan?"

The EverBruning lips pull back, showcasing all of his teeth. Danny is impressed by how sharp and white they are. He must use a whiting paste. He'll have to ask for the secret later. A model needed a pearl-white smile, after all. "I would like to speak to you both."

Danny considered the request before nodding his chin to his house. "Come on in. Sorry about the mess; we weren't expecting guests."

As the significant being of rippling scales and muscles made its way inside, Danny shut the door and held out his hand towards Killer.

The Lizardman blinked down at him. "What?"

"Can I take your coat?" Danny asked, so used to offering guests back at home that he forgot big city folk may not do that.

Killer's eyes narrowed. "No."

"Alright." Accepting the denial Danny rocked on his heels, pushing a large indego piece of fabric out of his face. It reveals the slight path to the kitchen. "Can I offer you something to drink? Tea, water, soda....heated ectoplasm?"

"...Water is fine." Killer settles on staring at Danny like he is the most fascinating thing he's ever seen. Not surprising. Those from the Elemenal Sector of the Infinite Releams don't see human-shaped beings often. He had plenty of young Yeti children surround him when he visited because they had never seen someone who looked like Danny before.

"Hot or Cold?"

"....Cold."

Huh. An EverBurning who did not take their water boiling? Danny would ask him about it, but he didn't want to seem like he was playing into stereotypes.

"I'll bring it out in a minute. Please make yourself at home." Danny gestures to a corner of the room. "I think the couch is somewhere in that direction. "

He doesn't wait for the Lizardman to reply instead he turns to the last place he heard his counterpart shout. "Dan! Come out here, you have a visitor!"

"No! Tell whoever they are to piss off." Dan screams back. Danny's face twitches. He hates that guy so much sometimes.

"Don't be rude! Come out here!"

Dan makes a loud obnoxious sigh, pushing the fabrics out of his way. He's still wearing the same pair of sweatpants and stain t-shirt grey oversized shirt. His hair has obviously not been comb and there are slight bags under his eyes from where he refused to get some sleep the last few days.

In short, he looks like a right mess.

"Who the hell is even bothering us..." Dan's voice trails off, face paling when he sees Killer uncomfortably trying to sit. Dan glances down at his body and then screams in mortification, warping his arms around himself. He sprints further into the house before they can get a word in. "Don't look at me! I have to get dressed! I normally look hot, I swear!"

Danny blinks. "Well....I'll get you that water while Dan gets dressed."

Killer looks far more confused than before. "Sure, kid."

Now, Danny has always been an alley of the FarFrozen. Not only was FrostBite his doctor, his ice mentor, and his general instructor for the Infinite Realms, but he was also his friend.

Nearly as close as Sam and Tucker- FrostBite had become someone he sought companionship with, which went for all of FarFrozen. Danny spent more time in the winter wonderland than in his home. This meant he knew all about their rivals- the EverBurning.

The EverBurning were a tribe of Lizardmen in hot volcanic lands to the south of the FarFrozen. They were very similar to the FarFrozen in culture and civilization, with a bit more emphasis on arts than science.

Although they were polar opposites, FarFrozen and EverBurning had no abysmal relationship. Their meet-ups reminded Danny of rival high school sports teams at most.

Danny was just an alley to the FarFrozen first.

When he returned to the living room, he arrived with Killer looking highly uncomfortable as Dan sat awful close to him now dressed a looking....well looking like what the locals called "E-Boy" sexy.

Not to be confused with Goth. Danny didn't know what the difference was, but Dan almost bit his head off the last time he pointed it out. Apparently, the fashions were completely different.

"So, Papi. why were you looking for me?" Dan all but purs. Killer shudders and quickly stands up, causing Dan to fall onto the couch cushions.

"I came here to apologize." The Lizardman starts but is cut off by his slight jump as Danny appears at his elbow, holding out the tray. He needs to remember to make noise when he moves.

"Apologize for what?" Danny asks, observing his guest take the glass cup in a scaly hand. He seemed to do so carefully, but surprisingly not uncurling his claws away- does he not know how?

"For almost trafficking you. I ugh...I sell drugs, not people. I wasn't aware those idiots were doing that when I accepted the job to kidnap Tim Drake for a few hours. I have to eat somehow, you know?" Killer shrugs at the twin stare of surprise. "I'm an ugly son of bitch, but I'm not much of a monster."

"Papi, you are gorgeous-" Dan starts, placing one hand behind the couch seat and giving a flirtatious little smirk up at the Lizardman, but Killer cuts him off.

"Okay, seriously, kid you're starting to freak me out. Not that I'm not flattered. You're the first and only one ever interested in me, but I'm twenty-eight. You're way too young for me."

Dan frowns in confusion. "I'm twenty-six. Two years isn't that much of a difference."

Killer gestures at him. "You are fifteen at the least, kid."

Dan's face ripples through various emotions before he leans back and stares at his hands as if seeing them for the first time. He whispers to them in a hushed tone of angst. "I'm seventeen."

Right.

Danny clears his throat. "It's alright, Killer. We weren't sold, and neither were any of the other models. So, no harm was done. Apology accepted."

Killer Croc seems more thrown off balance than when Danny first opens the door. Poor guy. It must have been the ice water. Danny shouldn't have made it that cold. "Just like that?"

"Just like-"

Someone breaks through his living room window. The Fentons let out cries of surprise as Killer quickly grabbed them both and rolled the ground, using his large body to shield them from the shattering glass. The intruder was likely unaware of the strung-up fabrics, for they stumble into the tied strings and quickly become entangled.

They fall to the ground in heap as the strong wire wraps around them. Danny knew he shouldn't have allowed Dan to use metal wire for his heavier pieces- especially one that taught, but Dan had been so persuasive.

(He put them up anyway, and Danny was too lazy to take them down)

"Ah man, I liked that window," Danny whines as he peaks over Killer's shoulder.

"We have windows?"

"Killer Croc! Unhand the hostages!" The person on the ground screams, shimmering around until the clothes fall away, and Danny finally gets a good look at some guy in a red and black costume?

Dan points at the stranger "Who is that-"

"Red Robin" Killer all but snares, suddenly far more violent than usual. Dan takes one look at the EverBurning before he, too, is standing at the ready for a fight- it makes his outfit look really out of place, but Danny can't say much when he's still in his own sweats.

Maybe he should have changed too?

"Should we kill him?" Dan asks, and Red Robin stops, seemingly shocked that the fashion designer would ever suggest that.

"Woah woah woah," Danny says, stepping between the two groups. He has his hands up attempting to appease the ghosts first- for all Dan looked and had been human, he spent far more years as a full-time ghost so he was more ghost than human.

Killer claws have sharpened, and he just knows it's going to be a pain and a half to get them to stop. Thinking quickly, Danny crouched down to place a kiss on the frozen- no pun intended- human on the cheek. "There is no need for a fight. I asked him out on a date and sort of forgot what time he was picking me up."

Killer stared at him like he had grown a second head, but Dan dropped his raised fists. "Oh yeah? Have fun on your date brat."

"Thanks, Dan."

He hurled Red Robin to his feet and practically pushed him out into the street before the other could get his wits about him. Once they were safely out of Dan's hearing range, Danny crossed his arms, raising an unimpressed brow to the dressed-up stranger.

"Alright, who are you supposed to be, and why did you break through my window?"

"I-"

"Danny!" Dan shouts from the broken window. He waves around a duffle bag that he quickly throws at the confused teenager. "You can go on a date dress like that! I have a reputation as a fashion designer to keep. Put that on!"

Danny rolls his eyes, turning back to the other teenager- is he a teenager? Danny can't really tell with the mask but he sort of looks like it. "Do you mind waiting for me to get ready? I'll pay for pizza."

"W-wait what-no I'm here to rescue-are you serious about the date?"

"Yeah, why not? I dated a dead biker before and his crazy girlfriend. Sides, you're pretty cute."

"Are you aware that Killer Croc is in your house?"

"Killer? Yeah, my brother is trying to seduce him."

"......why?" Red Robin whispered in horror, "Why would he do that?"

"Why does Dan do anything?" Danny grins with a shrug. "I get it, though; Killer is a good-looking EverBurning."

"EverBurning?"

"A tribe in the Infinite Realms."

There is a spark of recognition in Red Robin's body language. Now, why does this stranger know about Danny's kingdom?

Red Robin's mouth opens and closes before slowly reaching up and pressing his ear. Danny realizes only after a moment that he's using a communicator as the other says, "I'm going offline for a bit. Got a date with someone from Constitine's Infinite Realms."

Hmmm, does that sound like a problem Danny should be dealking with? Nah, as long as Red Robin's not connected to Batman, he should be fine.

(Meanwhile, Dan is pouting as Waylon slips out the back door once again regretting his offer of going on their own date. Just his luck Clockwork's little twin idea is going to make dating a nightmare. There went the best tail he's ever seen)

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#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Fashion for Passion #Part 4 #Onesided Dan/Waylon #Dead tired #Danny is sort of rolling with things #Waylon came to say sorry and left confused out of his mind.#He likely thinks he was drugged #The bats are in fact screaming to NOT GO ON THAT DATE TIM OMF

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so a few months ago, i saw on instagram reel of a dude learning how do his gf's nails so that she doesnt spend lots of money. I cant stop thinking of simon who does bimbo!reader nails.

NAWW THATS SO CUTE :(( he gets so focus and fixated that it confuses bimbo!reader a bit because simon’s being so secretive but she leaves him be because she knows simon’s going to come to her when he’s ready with whatever he’s doing anyway.

he uses the tf141 as practice dummy and they reluctantly let him because, hey, simon has finally got a civilian interest and hobby. of course they’d help cultivate this.

soap gets all the bling (they’re pasted with no symmetry or a singular vibe), gaz is sporting an attempt at french tips but the white polish is smeared all over the place, while price has those pearly-sheen nails.

they’re all so focused that they forgot that they were visiting today to surprise you so when you came home, you get so confused at seeing the mini-manicure sesh that’s going on. but then you see how messy their sets are so you offered to re-do them. “simmy, you too!”

simon blinks. “…you know how to do your nails?”

“yup! i didn’t wanna spend so much money to get them done,” you say, smiling at him. “oh! but when i want specific designs, that’s when i get them done but patty gives me a discount, so…!”

johnny has to smother his wheezing behind his palm because holy fuck. their lieutenant’s attempt to woo you is thwarted–

fuck, this is too funny.

“oh,” simon murmurs. “of course, sweets. that’s great.”

your eyes furrow at his response, cataloguing the way he’s staring at you with a little—no amount of simon denying this later can make it untrue—pout. you run the conversation in your head, noting the dips in his voice, the wrinkles on his forehead.

wait-

oh.

oh!

“baby!” is all what they hear before you’re launching yourself to him. simon easily catches you, of course, and you chuckle when he fixes you on top of his lap so you can rest comfortably.

“thank you,” you coo before tapping the tip of his nose in a boop, akin to the ones you always give mittens. “i can teach you, if you want?”

simon’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, his face breaking into something soft. “i’d love that.”

…his squad doesn’t get to escape faster so there you all are, in your impromptu station, re-doing their nails with ease. they are amazed at how delicate and beautiful you’ve fixed simon’s messy attempts, their new sets shimmering like they’re bought.

(simon only gets a gel manicure of pure black polish with little halo stars.

“hey, no fair that LT’s the only one with practical nails!” johnny whines, waving his hand, therefore also his long nails, around in emphasis.

you stick your tongue out at him. “i’m matching dick grabbers with my man so of course i’d make his different.”

kyle chokes, john’s already standing up to disappear into the kitchen, and simon sighs. all the while, johnny freezes, head tilting.

“dick what–”

im sorry for how late this is :(( hope the lil blurb is oki for u <33 it made me laugh sooo much bc its so cute ughhh i love them

#anon #bimbo!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ask #suns

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SOMEONE TO STAY — pt. 3

a/n: i’m a bad person who takes too long to write a fic i know😫 i hope you guys like this!

warnings: lil bit of angst & fluff

word count: 2.6k

pairing: single dad!jj x babysitter!reader

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When you arrived outside the Maybank’s household that afternoon, you should’ve known something was wrong by the way the owner’s car hadn’t moved from its spot since the night before – but you hadn’t thought about it twice when you had rang the doorbell, expecting your boss to be ready, and seemingly annoyed as always, to leave for work. Instead, a new version of JJ Maybank had opened the front door of the beautiful building, one that included him wearing a white, stained t-shirt, grey sweatpants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and messy, blond locks which were falling in his mesmerizing eyes.

This job was going to be the death of you.

“Shit.” Was all he whispered to himself at the sight of you, pushing his hair back in frustration. “I’m sorry, I forgot to call you.”

You raised one eyebrow at him, confused at his behavior, although amused because of the new look. “Is there something wrong?”

As he opened his mouth to explain, you recognized the small and weak voice of Ella echoing through the empty house. “Daddy, my head hurts.” She cried, an unusual strain in her tone making you immediately worried.

“I’m coming, sweetie.” He replied sweetly as his features softened while referring to his daughter. “She’s sick.” He sighed, “She got sick last night and I’ve been taking care of her all morning, but she keeps throwing up and she’s got a fever of 101 that just won’t go away.” His rambling almost made you smile as you realized that he had never said so many words to you in one sentence, but you were too busy focusing on the little girl’s conditions to care about that. “You can leave. I’ll still pay you, don’t worry.”

Oh, there was no way you were going to leave him there when Ella was so sick. You shook your head and attempted at getting inside as you said, “Let me help.” But apparently JJ was so tired that he hadn’t understood your intentions, so he stayed there, your hand on his chest for you were trying to push him into the house.

He only looked down at your hand, which made heat rush to your cheeks and the rest of your body in embarrassment. “You don’t have to, I’ve got this.” He coldly added, as if he wanted to prove something, but you weren’t aware of what.

“I know,” you smiled softly, unknowingly causing his heartbeat to pick up, “I want to help you take care of her though, if that’s alright with you.”

For once, you had accomplished at stealing every word from his mouth. He only nodded, an unreadable expression adorning his features as he gave you enough space to enter his house. Ella was on the couch, her head on a pillow that they had stolen from her room, and the rest of her body was covered by a light pink blanket, which seemed to have eaten her whole for she looked even smaller than the usual. Her blond curls ran unruly, slightly covering her tightly closed eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You ran to her, completely ignoring the man beside you and focusing your attention on the sick girl.

“Lottie?” Her tired eyes opened to stare at you, warm tears ready to spill from them.

You ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face, which made you realize how sweaty she had gotten. Finally, you looked at JJ again, whose curious eyes were trained on your figure. “Can you grab a wet cloth for me, please?” You asked as you went to lie next to Ella, placing her in your lap. “I’m going to try making this fever go down.”

He cleared his throat, for he had noticed how much it had started constricting at the sight of you taking care of his daughter. “You’re going to get sick if you sit with her.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you kept brushing Ella’s hair in order to make her relax. “It’s okay.”

“And what if I need you here and you can’t watch her because you got a fever?” He scoffed, trying to be mad at you because he had no other way to express what he was feeling.

You shook your head in disbelief; not only your job was to take care of his daughter, but he also had to hate you as you did so?

“And what if I don’t get sick and your daughter feels better?” Then, staring into his icy blue eyes, you continued, “The glass is not always half-empty, Mr. Maybank.”

Stricken, although impossible to detect, JJ stared at you for a second before he silently walked inside the kitchen to get the wet cloth that you had asked him to bring. He didn’t know how you were able to put him in his place and to let his guard fall to the ground each time, but there you were, ordering him around in his own house. It had taken him a long time to put up a façade that would’ve pushed everyone away – so how come it wasn’t working with you?

Once he had brought what you had asked for, he attentively watched as you took care of Ella, placing the cloth on her forehead and lulling her to sleep.

“Why don’t you go rest or take a shower, Mr. Maybank?” you whispered to him, attempting at not disturbing the little girl in your arms, “I got her.”

He shook his head and tried to sit next to you, “No, she’s sick and she needs me.”

The corners of your mouth lifted up for him, completely unaware of the effect that it’d had on his tired brain, “She needs to sleep and so do you. Don’t worry, I’ll come get you if she asks for you, is that alright?”

He hesitated, but then he agreed. “…Yeah.”

JJ couldn’t get through his head why someone who had no connection to his daughter would go out of their way to help both him and her. You were so polite and kind and loving and so damn beautiful, why did you had to end up in his house out of everyone? But then again, the thought of someone else having you in their house made a sick feeling come alive in his stomach — and he was sure it wasn’t Ella’s flu.

And with the knowledge of you taking care of his daughter, he fell asleep peacefully for hours. As your face was the only image on his mind, he hated himself for it. The moment his eyelids fell closed, you were all he was able to think about. You were plaguing his mind and all that he could do about it was burying his thoughts into the deepest, most secret parts of his brain and never say it out loud.

That was going to be easy, right?

—

He walked out of his room only to reach the bathroom, and his feet felt heavy and slow when he crashed against something — or better, someone. JJ lazily placed his hands on your shoulders to stabilize the both of you.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled, tiredness still obvious in his tone.

“It’s okay, Mr. Maybank.”

He realized how close you were standing, how his hands were still touching you and the way you were looking up at him, as if you were waiting for something.

“Miss Jones,” he breathed as neither of you seemed to want to step away, “You should keep walking.”

Staring up at him, you leaned closer, a challenging look in your eyes. “Are you sure you want me to?”

JJ had no idea what was going on. Why were his lips so close to yours all of a sudden? And why wasn’t he doing anything to stop it?

“You’re Ella’s babysitter,” he rasped, “This can end really badly.”

Having no control on the situation, he let you step even closer and bend his head down until your mouth was next to his ear. “The glass is not always half-empty, Mr. Maybank.” You whispered before biting down on his earlobe.

—

JJ woke up in a cold sweat. He tried to regain his breath and make his thumping heart relax before he threw his head back on his pillow with a loud sigh.

Burying you in the hidden places of his brain wasn’t going to be easy at all. Not when you kept showing up in his dreams, being the main character of his darkest desires.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand to check on his texts, but the time showing on his screen made him all but jump out of his bed. How the hell did he end up sleeping through the whole afternoon?

Quickly, JJ stepped inside the living room, only to find it empty, both of the girls he was looking for nowhere to be found. Finally, he tried his daughter’s room. And for god’s sake, he wished he had never done that. There you were, sitting next to Ella, who was about to fall asleep, as you were reading from the book that was full of her favorite bed time stories. You carefully and gently brushed the hair out of her face with one hand while you held the book with the other, reading the words out loud with a soft voice.

JJ leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to ruin the special moment, until Ella noticed him.

“Daddy?” She asked sleepily, slightly lifting her head off the pillow to look at him.

“Hey, sweetie,” he walked towards her, “How are you feeling?”

Yawning, she nuzzled further into her bedsheets and completely relaxed when her dad sat on the other side of the bed. “‘M better, daddy.”

You stared at him to smile, but he avoided your eyes immediately. Seriously? What the hell was his problem?

You couldn’t have known that he was unable to make eye contact with you after the dream he’d just had. His blood boiled with something he didn’t want to name every time his eyes fell on you, therefore he attempted at doing it as little times as possible. And yet, that was too hard as well, because taking his eyes off of you was just as impossible as it was stop thinking about you.

He bent his head down to kiss Ella’s forehead. “I’m so glad you feel better, sweetie.”

As he lifted back up, he let himself steal a glance at you, but your confused gaze was already on him.

“The fever’s gone,” you spoke up, “And the last time she threw up was hours ago. I think she’s going to be all good by tomorrow.”

He nodded in approval, then he left another kiss on his daughter’s forehead before whispering good night to her. Once she fell asleep, the two of you left the room in silence.

“Thank you for today,” he finally admitted, which immediately got your attention as he had never said those two words to you. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Although fighting against yourself, you decided to gift him one of your sweetest grins. “Of course. This is my job and I adore Ella. I would’ve never abandoned her today.”

JJ tried to swallow the lump in his throat at the mention of the word “abandon” alone, but it had seemed quite difficult, resulting in silence.

At the lack of response from him, you continued, “She’s such a sweet kid. You’ve done an amazing job with her.”

For a friction of a second, you swore he had smiled at your words, which had made your heart squeeze. “Thank you,” he added, and for the second time that evening.

“Woah, was that a smile and two thank you’s, Mr. Maybank?” You teased him, smirking, “Be careful, otherwise I might think you don’t hate me so much.”

The corners of his mouth turned into a frown, and he assumed the grumpy and cold look he would always wear around you once again. You were trying so hard to break down the ice that surrounded his heart, but nothing seemed to stop the cold from resurfacing every single time. Sometimes you started to wonder if you weren’t paranoid about him hating your guts and he actually disliked your presence.

Truth be told, JJ hated how much he didn’t hate you — not even a little bit. He loathed the fact that he had never not-hated someone as much as he didn’t hate you. But mostly, he couldn’t bear having you stand that close to him and being unable to do anything about it.

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you decided to break the silence. “I made dinner. I hope that’s okay.”

His eyes widened, and you weren’t even aware his face knew how to be expressive. He was speechless. “Why?” Was all he had mustered to get out.

You shrugged your shoulders as you walked into the living room. “I just wanted to help out a bit. You and Ella have had such a rough night, you deserved something home cooked. She ate really early, but there are still lots of leftovers in the microwave —“

“Eat with me.” JJ stopped your rambling, which had surely been caused by the silence that he had brought into the conversation.

This time it was your turn to gawk at him, dumbfounded. “Uhm, what?”

Placing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, he lifted his shoulders in nonchalance. “Eat with me. You’ve been taking care of us all day, and you cooked, so really it’s the least I can do.”

You shook your head, biting down on your bottom lip to stop your mouth from saying things that you would’ve probably regretted.

But damn it, wasn’t that driving him insane.

“C’mon, Miss Jones.” He was the one to tease then, smirking proudly at you, “Don’t make me beg.”

That man was an enigma you were never going to solve. One time he was cold, then he asked you to eat with him one second later; first he could barely look at you, then he was teasing and smirking. Cryptic and smug, that’s what he was. A man that was used to get his way whenever he wanted just because of his looks, and sexy accent, and penetrating eyes, and kindness and —

“As much as I’d love to see that, I’m stopping you right there.” You chuckled, “I’ll go set the table.”

And so, against all of your wildest fantasies, you spent the evening eating dinner with JJ Maybank — your boss, who apparently didn’t hate you as much as you had believed. You talked and laughed, and although it might have seemed impossible, he actually laughed with you!

Perhaps your boss didn’t dislike you that much. Perhaps he didn’t consider you his greatest enemy like you thought. Maybe you had imagined it all, you had probably blown it out of proportion and had made too much of a big deal about it — just like when, for only a second, Mr. Maybank seemed to feel the complete opposite of dislike for you as he stared at you for far too long when you giggled or talked about anything.

But then again, you were blowing things out of proportion, so it was better to ignore your instincts for a while, included the ones that told you to lean into him when he spoke.

You were in so much trouble.

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ratsonastick · 4 months

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Can you do more ex!clarisse la rue x ex!reader but instead they are a bit more aggressive. They broke up because they were always fighting and getting jealous. After a really explosive fight they break up. They are so bitter towards each other during training they would spar together since no one else would challenge them and when they attacked it was like they were actually fighting. The words they spoke to each other are mostly about how they are the superior one or the stronger on or the right one. During a bonfire the reader decided to get under clarisse’s skin and flirt with her best friend . She see this and it sets sadness and a fire inside of her. She was going to win you back, after that day she would be nicer to you she would compliment you and you take notice of this. You ask her after sparring with each other while she was saying how amazing you were and how you were improving and the reader gets annoyed and said “Why are you acting like?!?” the reader is mad because she was the one who said to break up. Clarrise tells the reader that she still loves her and wants to get back together but the reader is still so upset and tells clarrise to stay out of her life breaking clarrise’s heart. The reader storms away so frustrated and confused. The reader and another camper and hit it off and goes on a eats dinner with them clarrise sees you with her about and gets so angry but doesn’t do anything because of what you said. Clarrise then notices that she doesn’t see you at training that often she barely see you at all even. One day she’s going to training and sees you with the camper. When she sees this it make her heart feel like it’s shattering, she always thought that you guys would get over this that you guys would get back together and spend the rest of your life together. She then realized that she couldn’t just stand there and watch fall in love with someone else. She went to talk to you while you were going to your cabin but you are also with the camper and she kind of shoos her away. The reader is upset that she just sent her away and tries to walk away but clarrise calls the reader but the reader just ignores her after a while clarrise just picks the reader up and bring them to her cabin with them kicking and screaming on her shoulder. Clarrise then apologizes to the reader and she has a whole speech on why they should get back together one of them being is because she hasn’t felt that way with anyone before and she never wants to she only wants to feel that way for you and telling the reader not to continue dating the camper. You just sit there shocked and confused because the camper that you were talking to you weren’t interested in at all they were your cabin sibling you were just helping her get more comfortable with the camp. You tell her that this was one of the main reasons why they broke up that they were so overprotective. Clarrise a little embarrassed says that she’s sorry for overreacting but she felt like she was losing you and just kind of rambles. And you stop her with a kiss and tell her that they can get back together but they have to start at square one and reintroduce each other.

The end

ITS REALLY LONG IM SORRY IF YOU WANT YOU CAN MAKE IT INTO TWO PARTS BUT I WOULD REALLY LOVE TOO SEE YOU MAKE THIS WITH❤️❤️

LEGEND YOU GAVE SO MUCH DETAIL!!! I had to pause at breakfast and show my friends sorry XD I'm pretty sure you wrote more than I did

But anyways ... Clarisse La Rue x Ex!Reader (Happy ending) Warnings - Blood, fighting, make out ...

AND requests are still open!

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You and Clarisse broke up a week ago, due to always fighting and getting jealous. And the way the two of you broke it off was, well, messy.

For the first time, you truly believed you hated her, and she thought the same thing about you.

You try to ignore her, going separate ways, avoiding the Ares cabin. You thought that once you guys broke up you wouldn't be bothered anymore. That you could finally escape her claws, but no.

Of course, you had to be partners with her in sparring, and you hated it. She once was so gentle with you, trying her best to not hurt you like she did with the other campers. But now it was almost like sudden death like you were fighting an actual monster.

When she pushed you down and you rolled away to avoid her sword that came crashing down she let out a laugh “Where are you going stupid ass.”

You'd quickly got up and threw a punch into her stomach so you could throw her off guard and be able to take a breather. When you looked at her it truly was like seeing someone else. It was like looking at the man in a horror show who was about to kill you, someone you once trusted.

“You little-” She yelled, taking her sword and clashing it down onto yours, she met your eyes and for a second you thought you saw something change. But she kicked your knee causing you to fall and her sword cut into your skin.

You fell to the floor, your hand reaching up to feel the blood pooling down your chin. You looked up at her as she took a step back, her arms falling to her side, her movements slow and breathing heavy.

“I can't believe – I can't believe you.” You stuttered, out of breath and hurt you stood up. Cover the wound with your hand as the blood starts to cover your fingers and slide down your arm.

You walked off to find Will in the Apollo cabin, tears mixing with the wound which made everything sting more.

A few days later you walked to the bonfire and sat down with some friends. You saw Clarisse standing by a tree with a drink in her hands and her siblings, you noticed how her gaze flickered to the stitching on your face.

You ignored her, turning your gaze to look at your friends.

It is strange to think though, how you once would run up to her during these fires, and ask her to help you roast your marshmallow and she'd roll her eyes but you could she loved it.

Now you two were just trying to be strangers.

You saw her friend Selena sitting across from you, on the other side of the fire and you decided to be friendly.

You walked over and said hello and she smiled at you, you never realized how pretty she was even though you've seen her so many times.

“How you holding up?” she asked and you shrugged your shoulders “I've been getting through it … But Clarisse she takes her anger out on me.” you pointed to your face and looked back towards the fire.

“Yikes” Selena mumbled bringing her fingers up to touch the skin around the stitching “Makes you look tough though.” She mumbled which made you turn to look at her “Yeah?” and she hummed in response.

You smiled, feeling a small burning sensation in your stomach, or maybe it was coming from the back of your head where Clarisse had been burning lasers into.

Clarisse couldn't help herself but be annoyed by you, especially with you trying to be smitten with her friend. You were trying to get under her skin, maybe to get back at her for cutting you.

But either way, she didn't like it.

She knew it wasn't right for her to want to win you back, that the reason why you guys broke up was because of her jealousy in the first place, and now it was what fueled her to get you back.

She started slowly, sneaking in extra portions of food for you, leaving anonymous notes and flowers.

She hoped you knew it was her, but unfortunately, you only believed it was Selena. She caught you talking to her friend thanking her for the things, leaving Selena a bit confused before noticing Clarisse in the corner with her arms crossed and a scowl.

“Wait, who is it then?” you asked confused, Selena shrugged her shoulders and walked off leaving you standing there. You looked around and noticed Clarisse, but she just shook her head and walked off.

A few days later you were back on the field with her.

Clarisse wouldn't admit this out loud, but seeing you in front of her waiting for the timer to start was just like seeing you for the first time again. She liked how you stood there with your hands on your hips, looking around out into the distance at the forest admiring the colors, and trying to ignore the awkward tension.

Maybe this is all the two of you needed, was to fall in love again, to realize you needed each other.

And she wanted you to notice this is all you needed.

When the timer started she took a stance and allowed you to hit her first. She wanted you to impress her just like the first time you did. She wanted you to see how good she is, and forget Selena.

She wanted so much.

When you both finished, out of breath and unfocused Clarisse spoke up “You did good, I liked that thin-” But she was cut off by you, “What is this?”

“What?” Clarisse asked, getting defensive, “This new positive attitude … remember when you sliced my face open the last time, and now you're trying to be all buddy!” You spoke, waving your hands around in frustration.

“I'm sorry, would you prefer me to cut your leg this time?” She spoke with furrowed brows. “No! But I want you to stop acting like things between us are normal.”

You wanted the conversation to end so you walked away, wiping some of the sweat off your forehead. Clarisse turned to look at you but then sighed and chased after you “Argh come on Y/n just … I want you back in my life please!” you never heard Clarisse beg, even when you guys broke up. So for a moment you almost faltered, but then kept walking “Just stay out of my life!” you yelled, and finally she stopped following you.

Later that night Clarisse sat on her cabin steps, tossing a ball back and forth between her hands. She wanted to wait for you to get back to your cabin so maybe she could try again.

But then she heard your laughs and noticed you standing with some girl.

Oh. The reason why she said no was because you moved on.

She stayed still, trying to blend into the shadows so she wouldn't be seen. She felt like she was about to throw up, watching as you clung onto the girl's hand and swung it back and forth like you once did with hers.

The next few days it was almost like you were nonexistent, like you never went to camp because no one questioned it. You didn't go to the training field, you didn't go to dinner, you were gone.

Or maybe just just disappeared from Clarisse.

After a few more days she saw you on the field with that girl and she scoffed. Before she could think she found her legs moving towards you “Look who finally showed up” Clarisse spoke bitterly as she kept her gaze on you. Then she finally looked at the girl “Get lost … she's my partner.”

The girl wanted to protest, but Clarisse didn't look away from her until she started to walk away. You watched Clarisse and took notice of how she seemed so angry. “Where have you been”

“Why does it matter?” you spoke up and Clarisse scoffed “Because I care.” you shook your head turning around to walk away and letting out a sigh.

Clarisse pretty much growled at your behavior and picked you up, throwing you over her shoulder. Her hand found their placement right under your butt which caused you to gasp at the sudden baldness.

“Clarisse! Put me down!” you yelled trying to kick your way out, But Clarisse was stronger, she kept walking until she reached her cabin, placing you down on her bunk and yelling at the few campers to Scram.

“Will you stop being stubborn and listen to me!” She shouted which got you to stop talking, as you crossed your arms and looked away like a toddler.

“I still love you! And I always will! And I'm sorry I am always so jealous and protective I just can't help it! You are so beautiful and when I see you trying to be friendly with other people I just can't help myself but get angry.”

She huffed out bringing her hand up to brush your cheek softly “I love you.” she almost chuckled as she looked at your cheeks turn slightly warm.

Clarisse felt hers get warm as well, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I'm so sorry for hurting you … I just couldn't control myself. You know I'll never do it again.” She spoke softly, brushing your scar, but at the same time, she was also talking about your feelings.

“I don't think I can handle seeing you and that girl together anymore,” she spoke and she took notice of how you smiled slightly, tilting your head down to ignore her gaze but Clarisse tilted your head back up to look at her.

She was squatting in front of your knees and a feeling of butterflies entered your stomach. “Will you plea-”

But she was cut off by you kissing her harshly, your legs separating so she would kneel between your legs as you both kissed.

Your fingers tangled into her hair, and you both let out soft gasps into each other's mouths. Clarisse’s hands found your hips and pulled you forward so her chest was hitting your stomach.

She pulled away and smiled as she noticed how red your face was “So do you forgive me”

You nodded your head and kissed her once more.

#percy jackon and the olympians #x reader #luke castellan #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #wlw #percy jackson #camp half blood #dior goodjohn

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babybluebex · 11 months

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Hi!! this is my first ask so sorry if its bad! I was wondering if you could do either Robert Fischer or Raymond leon with somno??if your uncomfortable with that you don't have too, sorry😭

oooh yes i can *rubs little devious hands together* warnings for somonophilia/dubcon content, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, this is sorta dark you've been warned

When you looked at him, his face glowed. Golden sunlight glinted off of his high cheekbones, dewy with perspiration, his black hair falling into his crystalline eyes as he hovered over you. His lips were touching yours, but not kissing you, letting you take in every single one of his breaths as he hissed them in and sighed them out. Every time you had sex, Robert acted like it was the first damn time, and you raked your fingers back through his hair.

“Oh, shit,” he whispered as you gently tugged on the ends of his hair. His hips stuttered as he struggled to control himself, his arms wavering a bit, and you smiled at him. He couldn’t help but smile back, and he said, “M’not gonna last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” you told him. “I don’t care.”

Robert chuckled, and he readjusted his hands by your head before pushing inside you again, his cock throbbing against your velvet walls. “My good girl,” he whispered, capturing your bottom lip between his and kissing it softly. “God, fuck, what a good pussy. Gonna make me cum so quick. You want it, baby?”

“Yes!” you whimpered. Your legs went tight around his hips, and you tugged him closer to you, and Robert moaned again, broken from his chest like he couldn’t stop it. “Fuck, Rob, want it so bad.”

“Where do you want it?” Robert asked. “You want it inside? Want me to knock you up?”

You didn’t even hesitate before you said, “Please!”

Robert hummed as he fucked you hard, hearing you moan and cry as he pushed you to your limit. “Fuck,” he whispered, finally sealing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, and you felt warmth grow in your belly. You were going to cum quickly, and you grabbed your lover’s shoulders, digging in your fingernails to try to ground yourself. Despite that, though, you felt weightless, unable to keep yourself on earth, and Robert said, “C’mon, baby, just a little more… Wish I could see your eyes.”

Confusion struck you. “What?” you asked. “M-My eyes are open.”

“So fucking wet,” Robert continued as if he didn’t hear you, mumbling under his breath, but you could hear it. “Jesus, you’ve never felt like this before… Oughta do this more often.”

“Do what?” you asked. “Robbie? What’re you talking about?”

Robert shushed you gently, kissing your lips again, and he said, “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’m just taking care of you.” His words echoed off the walls, burying into your skin, and you whimpered as his grip tightened on your hips, pinning you down into the bed. Behind him, you could see the window, and you gritted your teeth when you realized that the sunshine that had been turning Robert into a golden god had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced with rain; heavy, windy, loud.

“I’m dreaming,” you realized gently. You looked at your lover, watching his face soften above you, and you asked, “Robert, am I dreaming?”

“Oh, baby,” Robert whispered. “You were.”

Suddenly, the world skewed. You felt a change in your chest as the rain outside scattered sideways, and the glass of water on your side table slid onto the floor. In fact, everything was turning to one side, as if the gravity in the room had suddenly changed, and you clutched Robert. “Baby,” you mumbled into his neck. Nothing deterred him, and he kept fucking into you, faster and harder than before, chasing his finish. “Baby!”

And then, a snap, and your eyes flew open. The bedroom was dark, the city outside asleep with the late time, but your focus was on Robert. He was panting above you, still wearing his day clothes— his braces were pulled from his shoulders and his pants were shoved down his thighs, like he had been in an awful hurry to get inside you. His cock was in his hand, gripping it tightly but not moving, and his chest heaved as his eyes slipped open. “Fuck,” he whispered, and he licked his lips. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Wh-What…?” you mumbled, confused and disoriented. A dream. You had been dreaming of Robert fucking you but, by all accounts, the wetness between your legs and Robert’s unkempt appearance, he actually had been. You looked down at yourself and found yourself leaking his cum, a little smeared over your clit, and your legs instinctually closed. “Were you…? But I was asleep.”

“Yeah,” Robert said, loosening his tie as he tucked himself back into his pants. “You said you’d wait up for me, but I got home and you were asleep. And a man has needs, sweetheart.”

#bex answers #anon ask #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #robert fischer #robert fischer x reader

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lou-struck · 4 months

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Distracting

Keiji Akaashi x reader

College AU!

WC: 2k

~ Thanks to the new library aid, your once quiet study spot has become much more… Distracting

a/n: sorry I have been gone for so long, it's been hard to do things lately. I hope you like this one. I tried to make it cohesive but when you start something and stop it in bi-weekly intervals you tend to loose yourself a bit in the process.

There is always that one damn professor who takes an extra step to make their course more challenging for students for no reason in particular.

Yours is your history professor, known throughout the campus as Dr. Asshole. He is known for handwriting confusing exam questions and surprise Pop Quizzes on material chapters ahead of the assigned reading.

His newest pretentious obsession is assigning massive papers and requiring that his students research the whole thing using non-digital sources. This wouldn't be an issue normally, but your university is in the middle of nowhere, and there are at least a hundred students in this particular class. Which means every desperate student looking to raise their grade will be flocking to the library trying to find as many sources they can.

As soon as your class and you start your usual walk to the university's library, your usual study spot, and hope it will be the goldmine of information you need it to be.

The sliding glass doors part for you as you enter. The faint smell of books wafts under your nose as you enjoy the natural sunlight that streams in through the glass skylights. The quiet, studious atmosphere lacks the noisy distractions that are back at your place. The air is comfortable, not too warm, and not too cold.

Your usual table is bare and sun-soaked under the glass skylights. Your book bag slides stiffly down your shoulder, and you wonder if it would be a good idea to leave it unattended for a few minutes.

Your eyes scan the room. There are a few students lounging in the corner on some large beanbags, Little white earbuds snug in their ears as they scroll through their sleek, thin, laptops. You see the back of one of the Library assistants slowly pushing a cart of books down a lowly lit aisle.

Your gut tells you that you can trust the small group of randos. You set your bag down on the table so you can begin your search for academic materials. Slowly, you make your way down the rows of books. The space has never looked cleaner; all the selves, even the hard-to-reach ones, are free of dust, and as you flip through possible sources, you notice that someone has taken the time to smooth out previously dog-eared pages and pluck out the old bookmarks.

After only searing the shelves for a few minutes, you have an uncomfortably tall stack of books in your arms.

For balance, you stretch your chin out to steady the stack as you start to walk back to your table. The smooth laminate of the book jackets causes your literary mountain to quake as you shuffle through the shelves. Your arms burning from the weight as you turn a blind corner.

There's a crash

There's some cursing

And you are on the ground…The books clattering to the floor around you as you wonder how you ended up face to carpet.

Books are scattered all around you as a hand comes into your peripheral. It extends itself toward you as if it was trying to help you up.

"Are you alright!? I am so sorry." the voice of its owner says. Their voice laced with genuine concern as you take in the worried face of and the dark, slightly-messy hair of Keiji Akaashi. You know him as the setter for your university's Volleyball team.

You have only ever seen him with his friends walking to practice or from the stands whenever you make it to a home game. Never up close like this. He is so handsome that you wonder if you hit your head during your fall to have just noticed it.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks again, and you realize that you haven't answered him at all. You must've been too busy admiring how great the lean athlete looks in his cream-colored sweater.

"Yeah," you reply, taking his hand and allowing him to help you to your feet. "I'm all right."j

"Really?' His blue eyes are looking you over again as if he doesn't believe you.

You know your head and give him a sweet smile. "I'm positive. I'll take a whole lot more than a book cart to take me out."

"That's a relief." he chuckles, "I guess I got a bit distracted earlier." his gaze casting downwards slightly. They embarrassingly land on a half-open book, which must be the cause of this whole thing.

"Pride and Prejudice?" you muse, craning your neck to view the title. "Good choice. I'd get distracted too."

"It's a great book." he sighs, "But I should've been paying more attention to where I was going. Especially with the cart, those wheels are stubborn."

You look at the cart behind him and find yourself agreeing with him. The library may have been renovated fairly recently, but those carts were not included in the remodel. "I see what you mean; they certainly have seen better days." Your fingers reach out to gently tug at the peeling top layer of paint on the cart. The tan color covers up chipped and uneven coats of grays and black from years past.

It brings a silly smile to your lips when you think about the similar paint job covering the light switches back at your rental. College housing does not have the highest caliber or repairs, and so it is often subjected to the 'landlord special.'

You notice that he is watching you, his blue eyes scanning your features like he is reading a book. They flicker from your eyes to your mouth as if he is trying to discern what you are thinking at that moment.

This careful attention isn't creepy at all. It's rather endearing. Especially coming from someone as blatantly attractive as Keiji Akaashi.

Your cheeks burn with embers of youthful bashfulness, and you hope that he doesn't notice.

"Oh wow, you were really carrying a lot of books," he comments, looking away from you long enough to notice your stack of fallen library books. Without any hesitation, he crouches down and begins gathering the pile for you.

"You think so?" you ask. "I still don't know if I have enough for my assignment." the somber tone of your voice causes the library aide to inspect the large stack of books in his arms.

"Let me guess, you have Dr. Asshole this semester." he chuckles dryly. "I had him last spring."

"He's really the worst," you chuckle. "I just want to get this paper over with before everyone is fighting over the same three books."

"I remember that," he laments, "Bokuto- uhh, my friend was in that class for about one hour before he dropped it. I think that was the smartest thing he has ever done."

"I think I'm a bit too stubborn to drop." you chuckle, holding your arms out to take the books from his sweater-clad arms.

"And I'm a bit too stubborn to give these back to you." he glances at the tables behind you. "Where are we taking these?"

"I- can take them back myself," you say defiantly, a light playfulness to your tone.

"I'm sure you can. But it's the least I can do after running you over with a book cart."

"It's hard to argue with that logic. My spot is right there." you point to your lonely table as he follows behind you. Easily carrying the stack of books you had selected.

Having a gorgeous man carry your books was something you thought only existed in coming-of-age rom-coms (or whatever). But now that it's happening in real life, you can't say that the experience is not enjoyable.

"Is there alright?" he asks, gesturing to the tabletop. When you nod, he sets the pile down at your spot and notices that there is a student waiting by the checkout counter, their fingers drumming impatiently against the wood. Keiji sees them and lets out a deep sigh, "I guess I have to get back to work, but if you need any help finding more books for your paper, I'd be more than happy to help."

You hate that this little moment, whatever it was, is over. But you understand that he has a job to do, and so do you. "Thank you, I will definitely let you know if my pile is too small."

He smiles so genuinely at your words that you start to wonder if him hitting you with that book cart is one of the best things to ever happen to you.

As he walks away, you get settled into your seat and take the first book from your pile. Your eyes scan over the crinkly, water-damaged pages without really processing anything.

How could you think about anything other than Keiji Akaashi, the volleyball-playing, sweater-wearing, snarky library assistant who keeps glancing over at you from his desk?

You hide your smile with the palm of your hand, determined to pretend to be engrossed in your studies.

Half an hour later, you have not made any progress on your paper at all. Your poor, distracted brain tries to read those tiny words. But you can't comprehend anything. So you're just staring down at the pages with a furrowed brow.

It's not your fault, really…

It's his…

You wonder if he takes pleasure in distracting little old you.

As if to test this theory of yours, you shyly glance back over at the checkout counter only to make direct eye contact with Akaasi. His blue eyes shine almost mockingly as if to say, 'I caught you.'

You look back at your incomprehensible book, trying to make your movements as natural as possible. But from the corner of your eye, you notice that he's coming over.

"Someone just turned this one in," he says, placing a well-loved book at the top of your pile. "I thought it would help you with your paper."

"Thank you." you beam, not realizing that your empty page of notes is shining up at him.

"It's not a problem." he smiles. 'You may want to move on from that one; it doesn't seem to be giving you anything useful."

He caught you. You feel that familiar, embarrassing heat creeping its way up your neck. You shake it away and look at him with a reassuring smile.

"Masterpieces take time." you chuckle, "What would Dr. Asshole say if he found out I rushed through this precious little paper of his."

He leans against the wood. "There's a difference between taking your time and getting distracted." the way he murmurs that last word sends the butterflies resting in your stomach flying all over the place. Their imaginary wings tickle your heart as they travel upwards.

"Just watch." you grin, taking a new book off of your pile. "I am about to make so much progress."

"I'll believe it when I see it," he says, turning to walk back to his table. You may not notice it, but the tips of his ears are flushed a deep shade of pink as he glances back at you from over his shoulder.

Determinedly, you read away. Jotting down little bits of information with a newfound energy. Cute library aides may be distracting, but passing this class is a bit more important at this moment.

You manage to get a decent amount of work done before your water bottle runs dry.

The warm air makes studying without it rather uncomfortable, so you grab the cylinder and take it to the water fountain near the bathroom.

By the time you come back to your spot, you notice a little blue notecard on your tabletop taped to a pack of gum.

Sorry again for running you over. I had to go to practice, but I hope this makes up for it. - K. Akaashi

In this moment, you couldn't care less about the gum. How could you when his phone number is carefully printed at the bottom of the card?

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#keiji akaashi #Akaashi x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #x reader #Akaashi #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader

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pnwellie · 1 year

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i have a request!

sub ellie begging on her knees to eat readers pussy being all whiny and desperate and reader teases her by only allowing her to lick over her panties n ellie gets so frustrated and so horny she starts touching herself and grinding on her fingers? <3

btw im having weird troubles sending this for some reason it keeps getting stuck!! so if i accidentally sent this like 3 times im sorry 😭

oh my

this is long and i didn’t proofread! sorry! hopefully i did your idea justice anon!

getting up early to cook breakfast for the both of you, in the kitchen wearing only a tshirt and underwear when you hear ellie sleepily make her way out of the bedroom, eyes looking tired and her hair all messy from sleeping. she notices your lack of pants immediately and even though she’s seen you with even less on, the way you look standing there cooking for her is just so domestic and cute but also so sexy.

“hi baby, good morning” you say when she comes up behind you and wraps her arms around you. she hugs you tightly at the waist for a second before letting her hands drop a little lower, trying to push her fingertips past the waistband of your underwear.

“what are you doing, sweetheart?” you ask, turning around, breaking ellie’s wrap around your body. she looks disappointed at this, but immediately wraps herself around you again.

“woke up wanting you.” she says shyly. “look so sexy…” her cheeks flush as she tries to hold eye contact with you, her hands resting at your hips now. you laugh and try to lightly pull her off of you, so you can go back to cooking, but she holds on tightly.

“please” she begs, dropping down to her knees in front of you, face inches away from your clothed pussy as she looks up at you with sweet, obedient eyes. you don’t answer and keep staring down at her, a silent queue for her to beg harder. “please, wanna eat your pussy. pleasepleaseplease let me taste it, wanna make you feel good-“ you cut off her begging by taking your hand and placing it under her chin, pushing your thumb past her lip, feeling the way her warm mouth feels around your finger. admittedly, you want to give in… you have an adorable girl on her knees begging to eat you out, who wouldn’t let her do it? but ellie is just so fun to tease, and you wouldn’t let her have everything she wanted, she did just interrupt you making breakfast after all.

pulling your finger from ellie’s mouth, you boost yourself up so that you’re sitting on the kitchen counter. you spread your legs and ellie immediately positions herself between them and starts trying to take your underwear off.

“nuh-uh, leave them on.” you tell her, and she looks up with confusion, and then a little bit of disappointment as she realizes what exactly you’re wanting her to do. she presses her face against the fabric of your underwear, and licks a stripe up your pussy. you take your hand and hold the back of her head in place. she licks at your clit over the fabric, a frustrated groan leaving her mouth because your underwear is preventing her from sucking on it like she wants.

“please, it’s not enough.” she says, face still pressed against you. whining out a “need to see it, please please i need it so bad” before going back to flicking her tongue on your clothed clit. even though it’s not direct contact, it feels amazing, your underwear adding just a little bit more friction while still being able to feel how wet and warm ellie’s mouth is. you moan and it makes her work even harder, hoping you’ll reward her by actually taking off your panties and letting her finish you off how she wanted.

“fuck, feels really good baby. doing such a good job.” you tell her, and she moans back in response… and then keeps moaning, her mouth now missing from its spot against you. you open your eyes and realize that ellie has her hand down her pajama shorts, rubbing her own clit while using her other thumb to rub circles over yours.

“are you touching yourself?” you ask. ellie, with no shame, nods her head. you can tell just by her expression that she’s worked herself up so much that rubbing herself for just a little bit already has her wanting to cum.

“s-so mean…” she says, still touching herself. “teasing me like that… made me so needy, ‘m so wet.” she looked so… desperate. but still so cute. pulling her other hand off your body, you lift your hips and finally take off your underwear, exposing the sticky glistening mess ellie had caused.

“fuck-“ ellie says, and you see her body convulse just a little. “cumming” is all she says, and you take your hands and cup her face, forcing her to keep looking at you while she makes herself cum over the sight of you finally revealing yourself to her. tears build in her eyes and she shakes a little bit as she recovers from her orgasm. you give her a few minutes to come down, petting her hair and stroking her cheek.

“so,” you start, still naked from the waist down on the counter. “is it my turn now?” and then ellie spreads your legs and eats your pussy until your thighs clench around her face, both of you completely forgetting the breakfast you had planned to make.

#tldr ellie instacums when she sees y/n’s pussy #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #sub!ellie #ellie williams x you #tlou #ellie williams fic #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #the last of us fic #the last of us smut #asks #thank you for the suggestion #✍️

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babygirlispunk · 1 year

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Summer Fling - PART ONE

Pedro Pascal X f!Reader

Summary: living in a completely different hemisphere, you didn’t expect to bump into Pedro Pascal at a music festival.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Reader is not physically or ethnically described but is Australian. Honestly inspired by my own summer romance I experienced when I was younger with a guy who happened to be Latino lol. This is just quickly written to get over my jitters and get confidence to post other stuff SO ITS PROBALY A BIT MESSY SORRY.

MASTERLIST - NEXT

The ground is vibrating beneath you feet, your ears are ringing from hours of listening to loud music for days. The temperature has cooled down from the summer sun with the night sky. Bodies glisten with sweat, dancing in the crowded space as you're all harmoniously vibing and singing to RUFUS. Everyone's either drunk or high, sloppily hanging off one another or shouting aloud enthusiastically.

It's New Years Eve, 10 or so minutes from midnight. You can't believe your seeing one of your favourite bands live and an absolute banger of a song is playing right now and you can't help but raise your hands into the air and dance your heart out, shouting the lyrics not caring how scratchy your voice is from singing along with different singers and bands for the past 3 days.

You manage to hear your name being called out next to you. It's your best friend Syria. You two managed to lose the rest of your group when squeezing your way further to the front wanting to get into the heart of the crowd and the vibe.

She leans in closer so you can hear her over the pounding music. "I reckon we should get to the very front before midnight hits."

"Why don't we ask someone if we can sit on their shoulders?" you yell back.

You both look around to find any guy or girl that would be willing to hold you and Syria up but most people are already paired up or in groups leaving the creepy looking ones left that would probably feel you up.

Bodies keep dancing around you as you duck and weave your way through to the front. You quickly make it, motivated by the words 'You were right' booming from the speakers and the singer announcing that New Years is drawing in. As you emerge to your new spot you bump with some guy passing a quick sorry and turning your attention to the stage. Both happy with how close you are, you wrap your arm around Syria's shoulder and she wraps hers around your waist. You scream-sing, jumping up and down together getting hyped, probably sounding like squealing pigs, when you just hear a laugh next to you.

(Highly recommend listening to You Were Right - RUFUS DU SOL for the next part, for the vibe)

You look where it came from and connect with gorgeous chocolate brown eyes accessorised by glasses, paired with a wide cheesy grin framed by a scruffy, patchy beard and unkempt curly hair. He must've been the guy you bumped... Being polite, you smile back and turn back to the stage singing with Syria.

But it hits you like a brick wall and you double take. You look back to see the guy talking to their friend, up close as they talk into each others ears. Colourful lights bounce off him from the stage and you focus on his face, confirming who it is.

"Syria!" You hiss into her ear but she's too entranced by the music to notice so you give her a shake under your arm and gives you a 'what' face.

"You would not believe who is next to me!" She gives you a confused look then peeks in front of you to look at him, returning to face you with eyes as big as an owl.

Without wasting a breath she shoves you into his direction and you trip over yourself and bump into him again, basically landing on him but he ever so gracefully catches you, hooking his hands underneath your armpits.

"Woah there, had a bit too much to drink have we?" he chimes out loud.

You're embarrassed and can only blurt out a no.

"Sorry about that, those guys next to us knocked us over." Syria covers for you.

"Assholes." he looks at you, still held in his strong hands, smiling sweetly.

He brings you back to your feet and you turn around to say your thanks but your close. Really close. Face to face. Your eyes flicker at every point of his face, really soaking in every detail your buzzed out brain can retain till you land on his eyes. They're looking down at you're lips before they flick up and lock with yours. They're so deep and gorgeous, you could just dive and swim in them

"Thanks." you manage to say despite your heart is beating violently inside your ribcage. He winks back with a cheeky grin making you blush as you turn back to face the stage. The song keeps pumping around you and Syria is dancing and singing her little heart out.

He stands right besides you now and you can feel his hand brushing against your arm as you both dance on the spot. You can feel the goosebumps travelling up your arm as he keeps touching and nudging you. You can't help yourself but steal a glance at him only to see him doing the same, biting your lip, saving yourself from giggling like a little girl. That damn smile hasn't left his face.

The massive crowd surrounding you start screaming out the minute countdown and you join in trying to distract yourself from the closing proximity between the two of you. Try as you might, you still keep looking at him in the corner of your eye only to see him doing the same.

30 seconds left.

A hand gently glides around your waist followed by a body pressing against to your side sending a chill through your body and the butterflies are released, fluttering wildly in your stomach.

20 seconds left.

You look up at him, he's looking forward at the stage bobbing his head pretending like he isn't pulling your body towards him right now. He's clearly showing his interest, there's no point chickening out now.

You snake your hand underneath his loose tee and wrap your arm along his back, placing your hand on his hip using your thumb to caress the skin on his back.

He turns his gaze to you with a smirk on his face and squeezes his hand holding your waist making you gulp down.

10 seconds left.

He bends down so that his mouth grazes your ear ever so softly.

"I was wondering if you would be my new years kiss?"

He moves his face in front of yours, just a breath away, waiting for your answer.

"Are you sure?" was all you could manage.

"Why not start the year kissing a gorgeous girl?" he inches closer to you, nose tips brushing.

You're both breathing heavy, both of your eyes fliting between each others eyes and mouth. Breaths brushing each others skin.

You turn your bodies to face one another. Moving your arms around his neck, his hands not losing contact with your waist, squeezing your lower half closer to his, pelvis' coming in contact inciting a flutter down there.

The song drops and lips crash into one another, the impact cushioned by his plush lips, you feel euphoric. This all surreal even with Syria screaming her lungs out behind you along with cheers from the masses.

You feel the heat of fireworks and sparklers set off from the stage as everyone celebrates the new year but it doesn't compare to the fire burning inside you as he pulls you in tighter making your chests rub against each other as you two are hungrily trying to taste one another. He swipes his tongue along your lips as an invitation to deepen the kiss and you let him in immediately. As your tongues dance together, tasting each others choice of alcohol, you feel his nose tickle against your cheek.

Not wanting to pull away, you inhale and exhale through your nose and you are enveloped by his smell, his sweet musky smell. He is like a damn drug and you're already addicted. Wanting more you tangle your fingers through his hair, desperately trying to bring him in closer, deeper than physically possible.

You're becoming overwhelmed by it all that a moan slips out of you, passing though and exchanged to his lips. You try not to over think it but you feel a slight smile form on his lips as he devour you, returning the moan back for you to inhale. His hand drops to your ass, kneading them in his fists and pulling you even closer than you thought possible letting you grind up his hard rump forming underneath his thick jeans and your core slickens fast.

Not wanting let go but starving for oxygen, you eventually pull back, not letting go of your bodies. He is also out of breath, shoulders rising and falling rapidly.

“What’s your name?”

You say your name through shallow breaths and he repeats it after you. You feel excitement hearing him say it out aloud, making your own name sound like liquid gold oozing from his mouth. Still getting your breath back, be gently nudges his nose on yours, pecking you and not wanting to lose the space between you, eyes never leaving yours.

“Would you come back to my tent* with me? Get away from this crowd and prying eyes…” he says almost desperately asking as his lips keep pecking yours, knowing exactly what he’s really asking.

You nod in agreement and he smiles that sickly sweet smile. Moving his hands from your ass, he threads his hands into yours and turns to his small friend group speaking with each other. You then realise they had watched the little show you two had put on. Then you feel like something is missing.

Syria.

You look all around in the surrounding crowd of singing and dancing bodies but you can’t find her. She’s missing. Letting go of his hand, you continue looking around getting on your top toes, jumping to look over peoples heads. You call out her name but she’s no where to be seen. Every worse case scenario runs through your head. Your group made one rule to follow during this festival.

Never ditch your buddy.

A wide hand grips around your wrist, giving you a slight fright till you remember who it was connected to, following his body till your met with his puppy dog eyes.

“My friend is missing, I need to find her, make sure she’s okay.” You say frantically.

“Let me help you.”

“No no it’s okay.” There was no way you were going to drag an A-list celeb around massive festival grounds swarmed with thousands of people that could horde him, away from the safety of his own friends.

“Are you sure?” He brings you in closer wrapping his arms around your waist as if locking you to him and you hold onto his arms, getting a good feel of how toned they are. You look at his lips, swollen from your kiss, hungry for more but you had priorities…

Giving him one last kiss, you keep it sweet and simple, lingering there for a moment fighting the urge the stay. “It was nice meeting you Pedro.”

As you pull away he give you a sad smile to pair with his puppy eyes. Turning away, shattered your moment was cut short, you weave through the crowd looking for Syria.

You circle round the crazy crowd, desperately looking for Syria but to no avail. You whip out your phone fumbling fingers on the screen trying to call her. Reception on its last bar unsurprisingly but by some miracle she answers. You hear your name from the other side but it’s staticky and broken, repeating over and over again as you try to call her name on your end.

Barely making out the words over the static and loud music pounding around you before it eventually hangs up. You look at your screen, call failed.

You growl in frustration, till a hand grabs your shoulder. Twisting around hoping to see his face, you’re sadly met with your friend Joey.

“Hey we’ve been looking for you!” He yells over the music.

“I’ve been looking for Syria!” You yell back.

He rolls his eyes and grabs your hand and leads you.

Once you’ve reach the back of the crowd, the music is less rattling and people are more spread out, laying on the grass, too drunk or too high, you spot of friend group with Syria.

“There you are! I thought you were kidnapped or something.” You give her a big hug, relieved.

“Oh my God no! I spotted some of the group in the crowd and went to get them so they could witness you getting with your celeb crush!”

“I still don’t believe it. Could be a look alike” Huffs Joey.

“Well luckily I took a pic.” Syria proudly unlocks her phone and shows everyone the photo.

It’s blurry and all you can see is your back facing the camera with the top of Pedro’s head next to yours. The butterflies from before flutter again as you see he’s arm wrapped tight around your waist and his hand gripping your ass.

“Can’t see shit Syria.” Someone else says.

“Fuck off.” Syria shoves the person and turns her attention to you. “I’m sorry I ditched you. Didn’t mean to scare you and ruin your moment. Literally the one time it really mattered. Now you probably won't see him again.”

You give her a big hug knowing she didn’t ditch intentionally. “All good. Just glad knowing you're alive and not kidnapped by weirdos.”

“You hot bitch, you hooked up with Pedro fucking Pascal!” She squeals his name and jumping like an energized puppy, overly excited for you.

You laugh out loud, still not quite comprehending it actually happened despite your skin still hot from his touch, the tingle lingering below and your lips swollen from your intense pash. You bite your bottom lip, reminiscing.

“What a way to start the year.”

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A/N: Multiple day festivals in Australia, typically, people camp at the festival site with tents, camper vans etc. and depending on the festival, they sometimes have the VIP tents with working facilities that cost an extra pretty penny AKA glampin' so he’s chilling in that 👍🏼

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“I was all over her..”

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pairing: hyunjin x reader.

synopsis: he fell in love at first sight but…

now playing: i was all over her-sylvia path.

notes:hihi!..so sorry for not posting last week on friday,got too busy with school stuff and got all of my energy drained because of it. take this lil story today as an apology for all of you my lovelies!. will be definitely posting one or two more stories to make up for it.

disclaimer:english isn’t my first language, apologies in advance for any grammatical mistakes and errors. no pronouns nor skin colour will be mentioned. have fun reading lovelies!.

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I did not know what I wanted, I was high off of drugs and drunker than an alcoholic, but I did have a certain memory of that very night when I met them. The music blasted throughout the crowded living room of the host’s ridiculously expensive mansion, and the prominent smell of alcohol, sweet vapes and drugs filled up the entirety of the room, making me feel more dizzy in the head. It felt like my soul was slowly leaving my body the more I drank shots, snorted cocaine up my nose and swayed my body with the rhythm of the beats being played by the DJ. Feeling like the whole world and room was spinning inside my head, making me grunt in response as it dyed down thanks to the loud music, I stopped my now sweaty body from dancing, running my hands through my now messy black locks as I felt the pounding in my head intensifying. Raising my head, trying to blink away my blurry vision as I looked around the crowded place now lit with red lighting and making the atmosphere look like more of a club than a party. My eyes narrowed at some random girl who was coming towards me with a not-so-confident smirk on her face, lowering my gaze down to look at her small self and height, a scoff erupted out of my throat as she started to sway her hips against my crotch, I brought my hands up to her bare shoulders, gently grabbing a hold of them and drawing circles on the sides before digging my nails into her skin and quickly pushing her off of me and out of my way as I tried storming my way out of the crowd, ignoring her yells that was somehow louder than the music from the crowd, the people who were victims to my pushing kept cursing at me but all of it just fell on deaf ears as I finally made out of that pile of a mesh of sweaty bodies and god forbade what else was in there. My nose scrunched up in grimace as I was now met with the sight of couples and potential hook-ups all now eating each other's faces out in the hallways. A small sigh left me, and my heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hallways as I pushed and wiggled my way out, the music getting distant as I let my body go on its way and lead me somewhere, just as long it was far away from the party. I was now left standing in front of the gigantic windows somewhere in the penthouse.

The city lights all beamed their way inside the room, casting a small glow on my face as I stared out the window dazed. However, my pherial vision caught a glimpse of the shadowy body moving around the balcony.

“What the-“. I mumbled out, confused and I squinted my eyes to see if this shadow person was real or was too drunk and high off the huge amount of cocaine I had done earlier. My fingers went up to rub harshly at my eyes, smudging the small bit of mascara I had put on for the sake of my outfit and look, now looking down at my black-stained fingertips, making me huff out in irritation.

“Hello?” My body jolted at the soft-spoken voice, making me turn my head faster than light to see who this person could be that was talking to me. I was expecting maybe that shadow person had somehow managed to have a person, possibly sacrificed a person from the party and then stole their voice, or just a hallucination of a person that I was making up in my head because of the drugs but nope. Instead, I was met with the most angelic-looking person I've ever seen or met in my life, my gaze followed their hair as it gently waved around as the breeze hit it, and then slowly let my eyes trail down their body, my mouth parting agape. Although it may made me look stupid, just standing in the dark of a random room and just gauging at a stranger person, hell..it may even made me appear creepy to them, or even worse..perverted.

“Are you okay there?..” The said stranger asked me with a smidgen of joking in their tone. I hummed in confusion, as their question entered one ear and came out of the other, I raised my head from the floor, going back to dazedly eyeing them, feeling the alcohol and drugs rushing and pumping through my body. I felt hypnotized, slowly dragging my feet toward the person in front of me as I towered over them once reaching them. I gulped down the saliva that was built up in my throat, my eyes met theirs, god..they were holding all the stars in them, fuck that..the whole astronomy was in them. From how they shined and had a slight mischievous glint to them, it had me more fucked up in the brain than the drugs. My breathing got shakier as I extended a hand out toward their soft face but before my fingertips could even their cheeks, a hand was slapped onto my wrist, a very particularly small and cold to-the-touch hand clasped on my wrist, preventing me from moving my hand any closer to their faces. My breath hitched in my throat, parting my now-dry mouth open to speak but as expected nothing came out of it.

I felt giddy, I felt my heart swell up with love, joy and excitement the more we talked and chilled around the balcony, staring down at the nightlife of the city below us as we occasionally passed the cigarette I offered them between the two of us. Although my memory is all fogged up I just remember that we didn't make out or do anything, I was just..lonely, desperate for a bit of love from somebody different than all the other people I've dated, good and bad experiences. They were just the new breath of fresh air that I needed currently, and I was thankful for it…

I jolted out of my bed awake, my clothes, hair and body covered in huge patches of sweat as I looked around the room, well..the white bland room, with nothing in there but a singular light bulb, very uncomfortable bedding and desk. My memories flooded in and crashed down on me like a train running me over repeatedly. My lips quivered as I tried to fight back the tears that were welling up in my eyes, using my shaky arms to gently pull myself up and sit down on the uncomfortable bed. I bit and chewed down my lower lips until I could feel blood seeping out, feeling my heartbeats picking up and pounding against my chest, it could pop out of my chest any moment if it just pounded harder. I gasped out, trying to take in some breaths as I felt my chest tighten, my shaky hands going to clutch at my shirt as my body started to shake frantically. I couldn't hold it in any longer, I let the hot tears fall and wet my cheeks, sobbing out loudly as I brought my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, hugging myself and trying to stabilize my breathing and calm myself and heart down before I could get a heart attack..again. My sobbing filled up the quiet and depressing blank room, making me feel even crazier and the need to do drugs more. God I hated it, I hated the moment when I first met, I hated the moment how I felt when we talked on that night, I hated how joyful I was when we went out on a night, I hated how much love I felt in my chest when they said those three little words and later kissed me on, I hated myself for not seeing the signs that they were clearly struggling with their mental health, I hated myself for always lashing out on them and breaking their hearts even more when they were at their lowest, I hated how selfish I was after every argument and leaving them alone in the apartment, I hated how when they were left alone in the apartment but I was out here in the clubs and cheating on them multiple days, and nights with different-girls, I hated the scared look on their faces whenever I smashed things around the apartment whilst arguing and lastly…I hated the pale, lifeless look on their once angelic face as I stood by the doorway to the white bathroom, now covered in red from their blood as they seeped out of their wrists. I hated how the metallic smell of the blood, I hated seeing their bodies being put into a bag by the paramedics whilst I sat down on the couch, the questions of authority falling on deaf ears as I stated at them, now being carried out the apartment, not the way I imagined they'd leave. I hated how addicted I became to drugs after their death, that even my family, friends and all of my loved ones cut ties with me because they were scared of me. I hated how tired I felt because I couldn't sleep, every time I closed my eyes that god-awful night played over and over again until I became just like them, self-harming myself, doing more illegal activities until I was sentenced to jail then moved over to a rehab center with tight security until I go back to normal. Bullshit…five years, five years ago I was put in here and I'm still not improving. The more days pass the more I feel crazy and empty, and I long for them, the feeling of going back in time to change how I was acting towards them and love them all over again.

Bringing my hands up to tug at my locks harshly, letting out a scream that I've been wanting to let out ever since I was put in here, banging my head backwards into the padded walls. Making me more frustrated than before as I started to kick everything that was in my sight, which wasn't much but enough to tire me out and make me collapse on the cold floor. spreading my arms and legs out as I tried to breathe normally again, feeling a singular tear run down my cheek as I stared at the light bulb on the ceiling, making me smile and laugh hysterically out in pain. I'm now lonely, always and forever, stuck in this room with myself who lost their soul the night my special person died…I deserved to die in their place instead of them.

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notes:hope you enjoyed but please keep in mind that this is fiction and that none this happened in real life to hyunjin or anything!. well, i’ll see you sooner than later bye bye!. kisses and hugs from me :3.

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