#xfem reader

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Hi!! I want to request a Jack Harlow imagine, where you and him have been dating since January of 2020, in the past you’ve expressed to him how you were a little insecure about him cheating since his rap career was taking off but he assured you he wasn’t. Fast forward to now you found out that he’s been cheating on you with Anitta for some time now. You can even add the video of Anitta and Jack together lol. Like want this one super angsty. You can pick the ending love. Also I love your work so much!!!

OMG I like this. 

Warnings: anitta, cheating, cussing

When you and Jack first started dating was when his career was starting to take off. With the new found fame and the new people you guys were meeting you had started to get a little scared for you guys relationship. 

You trust Jack with your whole but nowadays you're afraid that wasn't the case anymore. You have constantly caught him in the middle of lies about where he's been, who he was with, and what he was doing but you didn't want to give up on him yet. You gave him the benefit of the doubt because he put out the album and he was a true perfectionist.

FLASHBACK- November 2020 

You had joined Jack for thanksgiving with his family when he had a break for tour. He flew you out to Louisville from your hometown. You really didn't want to go because literally the day you were set to go out  there a video was posted on the shade room of him being all close to some random girl. 

When you called and cussed him out all he had to say was that there was nothing going on with her and that she was an old friend. You didn't believe him (obviously) because it just wasn't adding up to you but you did promise his family that you would come meet them on Thanksgiving so that's what you were going to do. 

When you made it down there he had picked you up and did not say one word to him. It was the day before thanksgiving and you were so irritated that you had to go through this with him. When you two had made it to his hometown you had greeted all of his family members. 

Then he had dragged you up stairies to his bedroom. Closing it behind you, sitting on you look to him to start talking because you wanted answers. Jack sighed “Like I said earlier she is an old friend and she popped up out of nowhere and she caught me off guard, but I swear to you it will never happen again.” 

Nodding in understanding you respond “You need to get it together though I can see if fans were being touchy with you but these are people that you were friends with, these are people that know you have a girlfriend your so called friends need to learn their place” (Yes CLEAR him). You decided to let it slide because the story made sense and people were starting to cross boundaries with his rising fame.  

PRESENT

You gasped when you saw what was in front of you. Ever since Jack told you he had been filming for his First Class single you were excited for him. The song was doing so well and he was accomplishing so many things. 

Wanting to surprise him on set you had brought him some flowers  and a home cooked meal (he had been complaining of not having one in a long time). When you arrived at the building he was shooting in you were able to enter and were pointed to the direction where Jack’s dressing room was. 

You expected him to be by himself so you two could have some alone time. What you weren't expecting was to see him on top of someone making out with them on top of his dressing room couch. Hearing you gasp Jack turned around and saw and was surprised to see you there he had quickly jumped up and was walking toward you. 

Looking at who was under him your sadness quickly turned to anger when you realized who it was. It was Anitta and when you saw it was her you threw the flowers and the food at Jack and ran towards Anitta when you reached her you grapped her hair and pulled her off the couch. With her hitting the floor you then started to punch her in the face. She knew that you and Jack were together; he had introduced you as his girlfriend when you had first met, meaning she had been plotting since day 1 and you weren't with none of that.  

Jack wrapped his hands around your waist trying to pull him off of you. You held onto her hair and threw kicks to her face as Jack was pulling you further and further away from her. He pulled you into another room and slammed the door. As soon as he put you down you started pushing him away from you. 

“Calm down real quick please ma.” You laughed sarcastically “Are you fucking serious! You want me to calm down when I caught you fucking the girl you told me not to worry about?” “I’m so sorry” “Fuck your sorry Jack, you better hope you never see me again because you are dead to me fuck you and fuck that stupid ass bitch you have in the other room.” 

You gave him one push to the forehead (like rue did elliot) and walked out of the building. Walking away from Jack and your relationship. 

I hope this was good. As always I am always taking requests so if you guys are up to submitting some requests please do!

#jack harlow #imagines #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x yn #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #x black fem reader #jack harlow x you #xfem reader #jack harlow concept #xblack reader #oneshots #oneshot #imagine

[mvrders-are-okay]

female reader writers, tag your fucking shits, please. it’s so frustrating constantly seeing ‘vaginal sex,’ ‘reader gets called good girl,’ even though you’ve already filtered every tag that’s associated with female readers.

#fem reader #feminine reader #female reader #x fem reader #xfem reader #xfemale reader #x female reader #x reader #jjk x reader #genshin impact x reader

[fanficdumbchic]

WRITE HORNY SHIT 🥵

It's Been Awhile and Severen Wants You Bad

Headcanon - Severen x fem reader - NSFW

The following fiction contains explicit content that is not suitable for minors.

The Hooker Clan had a couple month run of bad luck. Things had kept going wrong and you all had been forced to be on the run almost constantly. One too many sloppy kills had lead to multiple encounters with the police.

There had been no time for much other than sleeping, hunting, and getting the hell out of dodge.

Finally, things were settling down. You were on the move as always but the heat was off your backs.

You and Severen were laying in the bed of a stolen truck in the middle of nowhere. You were burrowed under his arm while his fingers ran through your hair. You had already ate and for once had some time to kill.

It wasn't long before you knew what was on his mind. He laid on his side behind you, pulling you close, his hands grabbing at your hips.

He whispered in your ear, "It's been awhile, darlin'. I wantcha bad..."

You giggled, teasing him, "Oh well... I'm not sure I'm in the mood tonight..." He growled in your ear, "Bull-shit..."

His hands were already all over you, slipping under your shirt and pulling at the waist of your jeans. His lips kissed at your neck while he pulled you back to get on top of you.

Once his lips touched yours, the passion immediately took over. He kissed you hard and his hands pulled your jeans off you.

He led your hand to his belt buckle. His voice was in your ear, "Do what ya do best baby doll..."

You took him in your hands and as you felt him getting hard, he moaned into your mouth between kisses. You felt his hand slip into your panties, his voice in your ear again, "Gonna get ya nice an wet for me darlin'..."

He stared deep in your eyes while his fingers brought you almost to the brink of orgasm. You begged, "Please Sev..." You bit your lip and looked at up him pleading. He chuckled callously, "Yeah, I knew ya wanted it just as bad..."

He took your legs in his arms, spreading your legs for him. You whimpered as he teased you with his cock. Finally, he pushed your panties to the side and thrust deep inside you. You about saw stars. He rested your legs over his shoulders, grabbing hard on your thighs, pounding away below.

Your legs were already shaking, it had been so long and feeling him inside you, ramming into you, hearing his moans and grunts, feeling his fingers digging into your thighs was pushing you over the edge so fast.

He sneered down at you, "You gonna cum on this cock, darlin'?" And over the edge you went. Your fingers dug into his forearms as your moans echoed through the fields surrounding you.

#Near Dark 1987 #Severen Van Sickle #fanfic #xfem reader

[chaosandmarigolds]

My fav genre of Simon Riley is the: can't flirt for shit version, where he' gets flustered or just...not comprehending

ie:

"You know....we go could go back to my place."

"We live together. Obviously we're going back home."

"Simon-oh my god just go with it."

"....Sorry, I mean I would love to go back to my home where my bed is and go watch tv on my telly and in my living room-"

"no, no, no it's- no, stop."

---

"Oooo, look at you...my handsome man, my beautiful boy, oh...i love you so much."

...

"Simon?"

....

"baby are you breathing?"

quite literally squeaking, "Thank you."

#simon ghost riley #simon riley fanfic #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod fluff #simon riley imagine #simon ghost x reader #cod x you #simon riley x reader #cod ghost #cod imagine #coco's chaos <3 #xfem!reader #x female reader #x fem!reader

[sehya]

✧˖°. ࣪𖤐 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

✉ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ, ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ.

ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝑩𝒂𝒋𝒊 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆, 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝑲𝒆𝒏, 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐, 𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 × 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.

ᥫ᭡...𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 (𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲)

Mikey has never been into such store before so the moment you asked him if you could check out the store for a second, his entire face lights up with obvious joy and excitement. He didn't need to answer you verbally because he was already dragging you towards the store. Because of his energy as well as his unmistakably striking features, you guys became the center of attention for a bit. Meanwhile, Mikey who was used to such attention ignored everyone else, asking you excitedly where you want to look first. He followed you around and hangs at your side as he picks out sets of lingerie. Yes, he picks for you. Given the fact that he looks extremely cute and adorable being so excited, you weren't in the mood to burst his bubble (and you would never) so you let him pick for you. The blonde was happily raising a set of lingerie that you would never have choose for yourself; but in face of his vigor and cute, wide grin, you decided to humor him and go along with his wants as you tried the sets he picked out for you....and guess what? They turned out incredibly gorgeous on your body. You could already feel Mikey's dark eyes rakes over your body, studying you with noticeable adoration and anticipation as he admires the fiery red fabric that hugs your body perfectly. For him, the red color fits you so perfectly. He'll pout if you insist on trying another, fist clenched tightly inside his pockets because he could feel the strong urge to hold and touch you. He'll buy you how many sets you want but first, how about going closer to him so he could further appreciate how good you look in the set he specifically chose for you?

─────── · ·✧˖°. ࣪𖤐

ᥫ᭡...𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

As soon as you mentioned that you wanted to browse in that store, Baji starts to flushed, the burning pink on his face intensifies with each additional second he remained in the store. The pink dusting his face is transitioning to scarlet especially when you hold up a piece of undergarment into his face, asking what his thoughts are and excitedly asking for his opinion. Baji felt like he's feeling a bit dizzy. He glanced at the piece you're holding and quickly averted his eyes and forced himself to give his opinion through short words. Then you decided to drag him into the fitting room with sets of lingerie on your arms, pulling the curtains close and trying different sets. Despite the fact that his face was burning with scarlet, his eyes found itself focused solely on you as you modeled lingerie sets of sheer fabrics and lace in an array of vibrant colors, each more exquisite and flattering on your body. Each comment Baji made was full of praised, but the moment his eyes saw you in a black satin set that has golden lace, he became speechless and decided that's the one - he'll buy you that himself. You better get dressed because he's gonna sacrifice his allowance just so he could admire them in private, specifically in the comfort of your shared bedroom.

─────── · ·✧˖°. ࣪𖤐

ᥫ᭡...𝐊𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢 (𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧)

Growing up in a brothel, Draken wasn't at all flustered when you drag him to shop for lingerie sets. In fact, he was even looking forward in joining you. He commented seriously whenever you held up a certain set, his words full of seriousness as he muttered how it would complimented into your body. When you asked him to pink out one for you, he was already handing you a set which caught his eyes moments prior before ushering you to try it with his big goofy grin. The sheer bright pink fabric of the underwear Draken specifically chose for you caresses your contours while his ravenous gaze sweeps over all of your favorite body parts. He didn't forget to utter compliment about how good it looks on you, his eyes wandering around your body with obvious want as he continue giving you endless praise mixed with ambiguous meaning, implying how he couldn't wait to enjoy not just the new lingerie set, but also what lies underneath...The meaning he implied was very clear that you ended up paying for the set with a heavy blush on your face, meanwhile Draken was smiling so innocently at your side while eyeing you smugly as he traced your steps while leaving the store.

─────── · ·✧˖°. ࣪𖤐

ᥫ᭡...𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Mitsuya was slightly surprised when you asked him. He's a designer, for god's sake. Why not just let him design a few for you instead? Of course he didn't say that, and thankfully he didn't because watching how you excitedly guide him towards the store made Mitsuya smile and gaze at you in adoration. He could make you a few sets but that was for later. Now, the designer was busy helping you pick lingerie sets that would fit you perfectly. Mitsuya is obviously the best person to take shopping for any kind of clothes. Even though the designer often scoffed the prices, lightly saying he could create better pieces instead, he has the most amazing talent in picking out clothes the look extremely spectacular on you. The two of you was discussing how a set would look good on you to the point you two sounded like you're discussing how the world was created. Mitsuya suggested a hue of orange that nearly borderlines to scarlet, and you were asking how a lilac colored lingerie would be good too. In that end, Mitsuya and you browse the whole store looking for those specific colors. The attendants in the store were intrigued by the both of you as they assisted you in finding the color and types of lingerie that Mitsuya and you was looking for. When you guys finally found it, Mitsuya's eyes was twinkling as he let you pull him into the dressing room. He helped you in wearing it, clipping the brassiere and praising how stunning it looks on you. When you wore the lilac colored lingerie, Mitsuya realized you were right. His hands hover over your body, adoring in their hesitation to touch, smiling as he mutters how you look perfect in this set, in his color that matches his eyes that's softly admiring you.

✧˖°. ࣪𖤐 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫

✉ Hope you enjoy it :)

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #mikey x reader #baji x reader #draken x reader #mitsuya x reader #fluff #sano manjiro #baji keisuke #ryuguji ken #mitsuya takashi #tokyo rev x reader #xfem!reader

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Cheer you on

Summary: Even the cheerleader needs someone to cheer them on.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: Wanda is kind of mean, i don’t know how cheer or football works

Word count: 4213

a/n: how do you write enemies to lovers trope without instantly making them friends?? This was supposed to be a series, but that obviously didn’t work out

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

masterlists | guidelines

“Maximoff, stay behind after class, please.” Ms Harkness, the chemistry teacher, stops Wanda as she steps inside the classroom. “I have something important to ask you.”

“Yes, Ms Harkness.” Wanda gives her a quick smile, walking over to her desk and takes out her textbook. It wasn’t uncommon for teachers to have a chat with her after class, she is one of the top students after all and pretty much adored amongst all the teachers. Although, she can’t help but feel nervous whenever they do so.

The class goes by quickly, they all do. Wanda has always liked school. She likes to learn nee things and considers herself to be quite good at it. She wouldn’t say she wasn’t like everyone else. Sure, she has never been the most popular kid in school, but she is happy with the friends she has. Being Pietro’s sister, who is on the football team, gives her a lot of opportunities to go to parties. And sometimes Wanda does go, but it’s not her main form of having fun.

“Maximoff!” Ms Harkness’ voice snaps her out if her thoughts. “Were you listening?”

“I am so sorry, Miss, just got lost in my mind. Could you repeat what you said?”

“Would you mind tutoring a student in chemistry? She’s a little behind and failed the last course, so, I suggested getting a tutor and she agreed.”

“Of course! I’d love to help out.” Wanda assures, it’ll look great on her college applications. “Can I ask who am I tutoring?”

“Y/N L/N.” Wanda’s smile drops at the mention of the girl’s name. “You know her, correct? You two have had some classes together.”

“Ah, hm.” Wanda clears her throat. “I know her.”

“Great! That’s settled then, can you start today?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, I’ll let her know and you two can meet up at the library after school. Thank you, Wanda.” Ms Harkness nods in gratitude and goodbye before going back to her stack of papers to work on.

Wanda blows air out of her mouth, silently cursing to herself for accepting the task before knowing who needed tutoring. She didn’t per se, hate her, she’d rather call it heavily disliking her.

Y/N is a rather popular cheerleader, pretty much everyone around school knows her. And Wanda isn’t a fan of popular people, except her brother. They didn’t necessarily do anything bad to her, but she doesn’t like fake people and she is 100% sure all the popular students are fake. Y/N being the fakest of them all.

Every time Wanda walks past her in the hallways, she is smiling and laughing while greeting practically everyone. No one can be that…good.

Wanda groans, she only has two more classes before the tutoring starts. She tries to remind herself that it’s for her own good as she goes to her next class.

The library is silent, more silent than normal, it doesn’t have a big use on after school hours, which makes it one of Wanda’s favorite places to spend her time.

She taps her pen against the table as she waits for Y/N to arrive. She already has her chemistry books and notebooks ready, wanting to get this over as soon as possible.

Finally she hears a pair of boots enter the room. Sighing, Wanda sits up straighter just before Y/N walks over to the table. “Hi, Wanda!” She smiles brightly and sits opposite of her. “Sorry for being late, cheer practice ran a little long.”

“It’s okay.” Wanda mumbles. “Do you have your books?”

“Yeah.” Y/N takes out a few books, setting them to the table. “Thank you so much for agreeing to help me, I can’t afford to fail another class.”

“Maybe you should focus on them then.” Wanda comments, mostly to herself, not really intending for Y/N to hear, but she does.

“What?” Y/N giggles quietly, sounding quite uncomfortable. “I do focus, I’m just very busy.”

“Mhm.” Wanda opens her book. “Lets start from page ten. Which parts do you have problems with?”

“Uhm, I’m pretty aware of chapters from 11 to 16, others are mostly a blur.” Y/N

“Six chapters from a 25 chapter book?” Wanda cringes. “Can I ask you why did you take an advanced chemistry class if you weren’t going to put some effort to it?”

Y/N frowns, staring at Wanda. “If you don’t want to tutor me, you can say so.” She mumbles. Wanda sighs, rolling her eyes. “I only need a little help and if you aren’t willing to help me, I can find someone else.”

Wanda scoffs quite loudly. “I am very willing. I just don’t appreciate people who take partying and nonsense hobbies more seriously than studying. Advanced classes are hard to get into, if you weren’t going to actually do it, someone more deserving would’ve gotten the spot.” She throws her arms into the air as she ends her rant.

“Right.” Y/N whispers, closing her book. “I stayed behind because of personal emergencies. I was very unwell and couldn’t get out of bed in the mornings. Ms Harkness was understanding enough to give me an opportunity to retake the test and ask someone to tutor me.” She shoves the books to her bag. “But I suppose some people don’t have the same empathy skills as her.”

Wanda stares at Y/N wide eyed. “I-“

“I’ll tell Ms Harkness we had some schedule problems because of my nonsense hobbies and continuous partying, so you don’t have to continue tutoring me.” Y/N stands up. “Bye then, I guess.”

“Wait!” Wanda stands up, but Y/N takes her bag and walks out of the library, leaving very conflicted Wanda behind.

Wanda uses the fork on her hand to repeatedly stab the very dry looking food on the plate, leaning her head on her palm. After using all of her morning and afternoon breaks to look for Y/N with no luck, she decided to give up and head to the canteen to eat with Natasha.

“Wanda.” The redhead pushes her shoulder so she’d pay attention to her. “Where’s your mind at?”

“Y/N.” She mumbles quietly.

Natasha sighs. “Listen, yes, you were unfairly mean to her, but I doubt she’s mad at you. You just have to apologize.”

“I would if I could find her.” Wanda slams her fork to the tray. “And I’m not upset because I got her mad, I’m upset because she looked so hurt when she left.” She turns to face Natasha. “And I don’t want to be the reason why she didn’t come to school.”

“I know. If you want to, I can ask Yelena for her number so you could text her.”

“No! Absolutely not, I don’t want to be a creep.”

“You wouldn’t be a creep, it’s normal to ask for someone’s number.” Natasha shoves food inside her mouth. “Besides, she’s my sister.”

“I want to apologize face to face.” Wanda comments. “Anyways,” she changes the subject, “talking about your sister, she has been glaring at me the whole day.”

“She’s just very protective of her friends, no need to worry.”

“I feel like she’ll murder me when I’m the least prepared.”

Natasha snorts at the comment. Truth to be told, she wouldn’t be surprised if her sister decided to kill someone for disrespecting her loved ones. Yelena and Y/N have been best friends since diapers as they were born close to each other. Just like Wanda and Natasha, who were born a year before the two.

Wanda gasps. “There she is!” She whisper yells, nudging Natasha harshly. She points towards Y/N walking towards a full table of people in her cheer suit.

“Well, go on then.”

“She’s leaving.”

“I think she has cheer practice.” Natasha watches Y/N and Yelena walk outside together. “You should talk to her before it starts.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going.” Wanda stands up, jogging to the hallway after the two friends. “Y/N! Wait up.” Y/N and Yelena stop, turning around to see Wanda right behind them. “Can I talk to you? Alone?” She glances at Yelena.

“Uhh, sure.” Y/N smiles to Yelena who looks rather annoyed. “I’ll see you outside, don’t start practice without me.” Yelena nods as Y/N and Wanda walk inside an empty classroom. “What’s up?”

“I just really wanted to apologize, for yesterday. It wasn’t nice of me to assume why you failed the class or what you do on your free time.”

“It really wasn’t.” Y/N comments. “But it’s okay, I forgive you.”

“Great!” Wanda smiles widely. “So, we’ll continue the tutoring?”

“Ah, no. I already got Tony to help me.”

“Tony Stark?” Wanda frowns. Sure, Stark is smart, but nowhere near Wanda’s level. “Isn’t he like a really big douche.”

“Okay then.” Mumbling, Y/N purses her lips together. “Bye, Wanda.”

“No! Wait-“ Y/N ignores her calls after her and walks outside to her cheer practice. Wanda groans, dragging herself back to the table where Natasha is waiting for her. “Is Y/N friends with Tony Stark?”

“I think they’re like family friends.”

“Fuck.” Wanda slams her forehead to the table. “I just called him a douche in front of her.”

Natasha laughs. “You really just want her to hate you, huh?”

“Obviously not!” She doesn’t know why Y/N’s disappointed face is making her feel so bad, but she doesn’t like it at all. The feeling is gnawing her insides. “Do you think she’ll forgive me a second time?”

Natasha shrugs her shoulders, shoving food to her mouth. “I’m sure she isn’t that offended.”

“She looked like it.”

“Why do you care, Wanda?” Natasha furrows her brows together. She has never been one to worry about how others see her, so this kind of excessive overthinking was very unusual for her.

“I don’t want her to think badly of me.”

“But you can think badly about her.”

Wanda raises her head. “No! I don’t- it’s not like that.” Natasha stares at her with a questioning look. “I don’t think badly about her.”

“Within a day, you’ve entirely turned around what you think of her?” Wanda nods slowly, making Natasha sigh. “Did you ever even dislike her? It always seemed like you like liked her, but didn’t think she’d like you back.”

“What?” Wanda laughs. “No.” Natasha mumbles a quiet okay and goes back to her lunch, but Wanda continues staring at her, not getting the thought out of her head. She didn’t like Y/N. Sure, she doesn’t dislike her anymore, but she’d never like someone like her.

Right?

“What happened with Wanda Maximoff?” Yelena asks as Y/N is stretching and getting ready for cheer.

“She apologized and then she called Tony a douche.”

“Isn’t he?”

“I mean, yeah.” Y/N changes her position. “But it just made it look like she wasn’t really apologetic, you know.”

“Yea.” Yelena sits on the benches. She doesn’t cheer, but she’s always watching Y/N. She likes supporting her best friend, and they’re dorm mates, so they always walk back to their dorm together. “She’s weird.”

Humming, Y/N jogs small circles. “I don’t know. I think she just doesn’t like people. Or me, specifically.”

“The offer to beat her up still stands.”

“No, Lena.” Y/N giggles. “You aren’t beating anyone up, though I appreciate the offer.” Yelena mumbles something incoherent, she was really hoping to beat someone up. “You don’t have to wait for me every time, you know?”

“I know, but I want to. I like watching you cheer.”

Y/N grins at her. “You’re going soft.”

“Only for you.”

With a laugh, Y/N goes to the field as the captain arrives and calls them around her. They have been practicing a cheer routine for the football game for a while now, but it still needs time to be perfect.

Y/N, a flyer, gets ready to be lifted off the ground. Her hands are waiting steadily on two people’s shoulders. When the time comes, she jumps onto their hands and gets lifted to the air. There she does her tricks along with the other flyers of her group. At the final flip, one of the bases looses their footing, causing Y/N to come crashing to the ground.

The music stops and the group gathers around her. Yelena runs to her through the other cheerleaders, kneeling down next to her. “You okay? Where does it hurt?”

Y/N coughs, gathering the oxygen back to her lungs. She groans. “I’m fine.” Mumbling, she takes Yelena’s hand and gets up. Her leg is unable to take any weight and she’s leaning to Yelena heavily.

“I’m gonna take you to the nurse’s office.” Slowly but surely they make their way towards the office. Yelena is keeping her arm around Y/N’s waist, holding most of her weight so she wouldn’t have to use the hurt leg. “I’m gonna beat up the base.”

Y/N lets out an airy laugh. “It was an accident. These kind of things happen in cheer.”

“They shouldn’t happen to you.” Yelena mumbles as she knocks on the door. The two hobble in when the nurse comes to open the door.

Yelena helps Y/N to sit down. “What happened?” The nurse sits down to a chair of her own.

“Cheer accident.” Y/N moves her leg slightly, cringing at the pain shooting up her body. “My leg hurts a bit.”

“She can’t put any weight on it, and her back hurts.” Yelena comments. She’s standing right next to Y/N.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N lets the nurse examine her leg and back. Yelena has been overbearingly protective ever since they became friends, but Y/N is okay with that. That’s how she shows her love, by caring and protecting.

“It’s not broken, so that’s good.” The nurse writes something on the computer. “But you definitely can’t cheer for a while.”

“What? For how long?”

“Lets start with three to six weeks and see where we go from there.”

Y/N sighs, not happy with the news. The football game isn’t too far away, so she really needs to be practicing the routine for it. “I really can’t wait that long. Isn’t there any way we could speed the healing?”

“Not really.” The nurse sighs, taking out an ice pack and a pair of crutches. “Hold this to your leg. You two can go home.”

With a frown on her face, Y/N takes the ice pack and crutches, leaving the office with Yelena’s help.

The next day, to Y/N’s luck, Yelena became sick. Which meant walking, or limping would be more describing, through the school halls alone. Even though she has a lot of friends, she mostly spends her days with Yelena, that’s her best friend since diapers after all.

With a quiet grunt, she opens the cafeteria door, holding both of her crutches in one hand. After getting through them, she starts moving towards the line, trying to come up with a way how she’s going to carry her tray.

While waiting in line, she feels someone tap her shoulder. She turns around and sees Wanda. “What happened?” Wanda nods towards the crutches.

“Cheer accident.”

“Do you need help? Where’s Yelena? You could sit with me and Natasha if you want.”

Y/N’s eyes widen from the word vomit that just came out of Wanda’s mouth. It was almost too quick to understand. “Yelena is sick, so yes, I might need a bit of help.”

“Great,” Wanda steps next to Y/N in line. “I’ll help. I already got my food.” Y/N nods with a tight lipped smile. “I’m really sorry, again. For yesterday, saying Tony is a douche, I’m sure he actually isn’t.”

“Oh, he is.” Y/N comments and leaves it at that.

Wanda hums, staying quiet. Their turn comes quickly. Wanda picks up a tray, plate, glass and cutleries for Y/N, moving the tray as they do. She puts the food Y/N wants on the plate and fills the glass with water. After that, they start walking towards the table Natasha is sitting at. It’s quite slow, as Wanda follows Y/N’s speed.

“Hi.” Natasha grins at the two. “Did you get enough of cheering yet?”

“Of course not.” Y/N sits down carefully, setting the crutches to lay against an empty chair. “It’s still my biggest love.”

“Seems like a toxic relationship you two got going in.”

Y/N laughs. She’s fairly close with Natasha too, as she is Yelena’s sister and she has spent a great amount of time at their house. “I’m sure you already know Yelena is sick.”

“Oh, yeah.” Natasha scoffs with a shake of her head. “I have gotten so many whiny texts about it.”

Wanda tries to laugh along the two, feeling bit like an outsider at the moment. She wants to be closer to Y/N, though she isn’t sure where this sudden want came from. Or she just doesn’t want to accept it yet.

“Are you allowed to cheer at the football game?” She asks, wanting to be a part of the conversation.

“Uhm, I hope so. It depends on how fast I’ll heal.”

“Well, I really hope you get to cheer.” Wanda smiles widely.

Natasha smirks at the interaction. It’s so obvious to her, but she doesn’t want to pressure Wanda about anything she’s not ready to accept yet.

The conversation steers back to Natasha and Y/N talking about their shared things, while Wanda decides to spend the rest of lunch staring at Y/N.

After four weeks, Y/N can finally stop using the crutches and get back into practicing their cheer routine, which she needs to learn very quickly, as the big game is in a week. It’s Y/N’s school versus their biggest rival school. The schools have fought each other since the beginning of time, and they still haven’t quiet figured out which school is the best one. And neither one is happy with a tie, so they have to put their best game face on. And the pressure isn’t only on the football players, it’s also on the cheerleaders.

During those weeks, especially the time Yelena was sick, Y/N and Wanda grew closer. Wanda decided to throw out all of her previous impressions of Y/N and just get to know her, just like Natasha asked her to do many times before. She realized Y/N isn’t actually anything like she thought, which opened the feelings she had hidden a long time ago.

“Have you done this every night after you got your crutches taken off?” Wanda asks as she sits on the bleachers, watching Y/N practice the cheer routine on her own.

“Yes.” Y/N pants slightly. She has gone through the routine four times now. “I have to do it perfectly on the game night.”

Wanda rubs her hands together, starting to feel chilly. “I’m sure you’ll be great.”

“You don’t have to wait, you know? Even Yelena refuses to stay here so late.” She does a few tricks on the ground that she’s supposed to do in the air.

“I want to stay.”

A small smile grows on Y/N’s lips, but she hides it by continuing the routine. For a while, the music, coming from Y/N’s phone, for the routine is the only noise. No other student is out this late on school grounds, they’re either partying or in their dorms.

“Are you sure you aren’t getting too cold? You shouldn’t risk getting sick before the game.”

“I’m alright, Wanda.” Y/N takes a break, drinking some water. “I’m moving constantly.”

“Yeah, but when you move, you start to sweat and when you’re sweaty, you get cold easier.”

Giggling, Y/N drops the water bottle back to the ground, starting the music over again. “I know how it works, Wanda.” She goes back to her spot and starts the routine all over before Wanda can answer. “I’ll stop after this one.”

The routine is two minutes and 30 seconds long, but it feels shorter from both of their points of view. Y/N loves performing and Wanda likes to watch her perform.

Doing the final step, Wanda starts clapping at her. “Amazing!” She smiles, making Y/N laugh.

Y/N stops the music and picks up her things before walking over to Wanda. “Thanks for staying, you didn’t have to.” She starts shivering as the cold wind picks up.

“I told you, you would get cold.” Wanda mumbles, taking off of her jacket and putting it over Y/N’s shoulders, ignoring her protests. “I have a hoodie on, you have a small cheer uniform.” At the word small, Wanda’s eyes drop down to go over the whole outfit. Her cheeks flush the minute she realizes, but she lets out a breath of relief when she notices Y/N isn’t looking her way.

“Yeah, yeah.” They start walking towards the dorm buildings. Their dorms aren’t in the same building, but they’re close by, so it’s easy to walk there together.

“Hey, I’m glad you gave me a chance by the way.” Wanda huffs a breath of air out of her nose. “And I’m glad we’re friends now.”

“So am I.” Y/N bumps her side against Wanda’s, giving her a cheery smile.

The closer they get to their building, the more nervous Wanda gets. She waits until the moment they have to split up to speak up. “Would you, maybe, go out with me?”

“Like, on a date?” Y/N and Wanda stop walking.

“Yeah.”

Y/N gives her a small smile. “Ask me again after the game, yeah?” When Wanda nods, Y/N starts taking off the jacket, but Wanda stops her.

“Keep it until then.”

“Okay.” Y/N giggles, kisses Wanda’s cheek and starts walking towards her dorm building.

Y/N cheers the football team on with the other cheerleaders. They’re standing on the side, jumping up and down while waving their pom poms around. Half time is starting any second now, so her nerves are through the roof. She has performed in front of people many times before, but she has never been injured right before a show.

She glances at the clock. Three.. Two.. One. The loud buzzer sounds the half time is now. The group cheers loudly, getting the viewers spirits high, before running to the middle of the field. They go straight into formation, waiting for the music.

The music starts and they go straight into the routine. Y/N has a wide smile on her face as she get to occasionally glance the bleachers more clearly. If possible, her smiles widens even more when she hear and sees Wanda, Yelena and Natasha cheering her on.

She goes to her place, grabs the bases’ shoulders and gets into the air smoothly. Everything goes through perfectly and no one gets injured.

After the routine stops, Y/N runs back to the sidelines with a victorious smile on her face. She waves at her friends before turning back to supporting the football team on their second half of the game.

As the last seconds ti k away on the clock, everyone is on the edge of their seat. The score is tied, but there’s still time to score. One of the players on Y/N’s school is kicking the ball forward while running full speed ahead and trying to dodge the opponents.

Seeing there’s only under ten seconds left on the clock, the player kicks the ball with all their might and it goals just before the buzzer goes off. Everyone jumps up and shouts in happiness. Another win for their school.

Y/N runs towards Wanda, Yelena and Natasha, who already got away from the bleachers. None of them were really that interested in football, they mostly came to support Y/N. They cheer when they see her coming their way.

“Great job! You did so well!” Yelena yells as Y/N smashes herself into her.

“Thank you!” Her voice comes out muffled because of Yelena’s puffy jacket. “Thank you for coming, you guys.” She grins, hugging Natasha next.

“We wouldn’t have missed it.”

She laughs and turns to Wanda, hugging her just a bit longer than the other two. “Wait for me to get my things? Then we can leave.” Y/N runs off to get her bag and Wanda’s jacket, which she decides to put on. It is autumn after all.

The four of them start walking away from the celebration, they’ll have one of their own in a diner. Although, they will join the other students at a house party later in the evening.

Wanda grabs Y/N’s hand into her own as they’re walking towards the diner. She leans in closer. “Go out with me?” She whispers so the sister duo wouldn’t hear.

“Like a date?” Y/N asks with a grin.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll go out with you.”

Wanda’s cheeks turn red and her smile grows from the answer. “Thank you.” Y/N giggles at her shyness, leaning against Wanda’s side, she tunes into whatever conversation Yelena and Natasha are having, while Wanda continues smiling.

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[onlybeeewrites]

Music of The Night

Requested: sort of :)

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader

Warnings: none, just some fluff

Word count: 1.63 k

Part 3 of the Valley Song Series: Part 1 -> Part 2

Tag list: @v-love @stinkii-boii

It had been a few days since that day at the lake. It was an amazing rest of the day as you and Sejanus spent a whole more underneath that tree, talking. You learned a lot about each other in those few hours as the conversation came almost too easy.

You had learned a lot about Sejanus. He was not just any Capital boy that volunteered to be a Peacekeeper, but he used to be...is...from the Districts too. District 2 to be specific. You learned that his family became stupid rich after the war, bought their way out of District two. Though you had to admit to yourself that it was impressive, to have so much money. To have enough to buy your way into the Capital. You honestly never thought someone could have so much money.

And then he told you about the Capital, how he never really felt right there. That he felt so helpless. Especially with the Hunger Games. His disgust with the inhumane treatment of the tributes. And that was why he was there. To actually make a change, and you watched his eyes light up as he told you his hopes of becoming a medic.

It was then when you had realized that Sejanus Plinth was like no other boy you had ever seen nor spoke to. His words the passion behind them all, the genuine meaning behind his eagerness. Sejanus Plinth was too good for the cruelness of the Capital, of Panem.

And as you told him about yourself, Sejanus thought the same thing of you. You had told Sejanus a similar story that Lucy Gray had told Coriolnaus when they were speaking about thier background.

How you all traveled around the districts performing before the Peacekeepers came. Your parents spoke up along with Lucy Gray's and within minutes they were all shot. Leaving all seven of you orphans.

You, of course, always gave everything to Maude Ivory, your little sister while Lucy Gray kept look out for you.

You told Sejanus about your performances, how they were when Lucy Gray was gone, and how happy you all were to see her come home. You spoke about how you did not quite like the front stage like your sister and cousin. You had much preferred the backup.

Lucy Gray had been trying to get you to be more confident with your voice and performances, you were absolutely lovely after all.

And by the end of the day, while the summer heat was cooling and you all packed up and made your way back to the Seam, you and Sejanus were truly and quickly smitten. Even Maude Ivory was teasing as the Covey and the two peacekeepers split off for the night.

Though now it had been a few days since then, and you haven't seen nor heard much from Sejanus. Though you couldn't blame him since you knew they always were rough on the new peacekeeper. You were sure that he would show up at one of your shows at some point.

However, what you weren't expecting, was a soft few knocks on your old creaky home. You and Lucy Gray were the only ones awake at such a late hour.

You usually couldn't sleep, at least not easily, and Lucy Gray's nightmares from the arena made it difficult for her too. So usually, as of lately, you both would keep each other company until your eyes grew droopy.

You shared a concerned look with Lucy Gray. Who could be here at such an hour? It was late and most of the District would be asleep by now, especially where they lived. The only ones who would be awake would be the peacekeepers that would be out on patrol.

Swallowing nervously, Lucy gray got to her feet and brushed off her skirt before slowly peeking out the door. You watched as her body relax and a grin on her face with what you could see.

Hushed whispers were exchanged, though you couldn't place your finger on it. That was until Lucy Gray nodded, and left the door open just a crack.

"It's for you. Here," she said passing you your mother's old cardigan before shoving you to the door. "Be careful, don't be out too late." she teased.

You looked to your cousin in confusion as you slipped on the old faded cardigan and made your way to the door. "Lucy Gray what are you doing? Its too-" but you stopped in your tracks as you finally see who it was at the door.

"Sejanus..." you said, feeling your face heat up as you softly shut the door behind you. As you look him over, you notice his peacekeeper's uniform, his rifle slung on his shoulder. He must have been on patrol...did he come all this way to see you? The thought of it made your face heat up.

"Y/N.." Sejanus said quietly, softly, shifting where he stood as he was able to finally see you again. Though it took some convincing of Coryo to allow him to sneak off for a little while, it was well worth it to see your beautiful face in the cool moonlight. Just the thought made his stomach flutter.

"I wanted to see you. They've been on our asses about training and patrolling....but I just wanted to see you again. I saw the light in your window and hoped you were awake. I was wondering if you wanted to have a late night picnic with me...if you're not too tired." he asked.

And that's when you noticed the little rucksack he had tucked away. It wasn't much, you couldn't imagine he was able to sneak much out. Unless he had already prepped and stashed it away somewhere. But the thought that he had come all the way out there to ask you to a midnight picnic made your face flush.

"Of course. How can I say no to that? C'mon," You say after a moment, a large grin spreading over your face. You took his larger hand in yours and tugged him off to the meadow.

There was close enough to return home if needed, but still allowed you both to have some privacy.

"How's this?" you asked.

And what a sight it was. The full moon was shining down over the field, reflecting off of the flowers and some dew drops already forming.

Sejanus smiled and nodded, "It's perfect," he said as you two settled down. He placed his rifle off to the side, though still in reach. Just in case. And once you settled he untied he cloth and residing were his mother's cookies. Your eyes widened as you looked up to him.

"How did you mange to get some of these?" You ask excitedly, picking up one of the cookies and taking a deep inhale. "Smells amazing." you say before taking a bite and letting out a satisfied sound. "Hmm...taste amazing too,"

Sejanus laughed as he took a cookie himself, "My Ma made them. She likes to bake, always has. And she likes to send them to me. Reminds me of home." he explained as he took a bite.

Your eyes and expression softened, "Well," you said after chewing, "My compliments to Mrs. Plinth. my favorite baker in all of Panem," you declared.

Sejanus couldn't help but smile, "I'll write to her and let her know she has a fan," he mused before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

The sounds of the nightlife continued to fill the air as the minutes passed. The sound of the wind and soft chirping of the crickets filled most of the silence. Some birds, maybe some owls called out into the late night.

"Thank you for this. It was awfully nice of you," you said after a little while.

Sejanus smiled and nodded, looking over at you. "Of course. I wanted to do something nice. I don't exactly always have the time but....you're worth making time for." he said.

That caused you to flush and glance at him, admiring him in the moonlight as well. The way the silvery beams reflected in his brown eyes, making them almost shining. And the way he was looking at you...damn the way he was looking just made you want to kiss him.

Sejanus swallowed nervously as he stared back at you. The way the moonlight was shining in your eyes and hair, he swore he had never seen someone so beautiful. Slowly he reached up, using his thumb to brush away some crumbs that settled on your lips.

It was now or never.

"Y/N....can I..." Sejanus barely got the words out before you almost too eagerly nodded. He took a nervous breath before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

You let out a small sigh as your eyes fluttered closed, slowly wrapping your arms around him to keep him close. The feeling of his lips sent butterflies to your stomach, electricity through your skin as his lips fit rather perfectly against your own.

It had be a dream the way it was all happening. You had never thought that you would feel this kind of emotion again...not after...him at least. But here you were, kissing he cutest boy in all of the Districts.

The two of you pulled back once you felt that burning in your lungs, needing some air. And you did, though you pressed your foreheads together keeping each other close. You looked up adoringly into his eyes before you both started just laughing as you both realized what had happned.

It was almost too perfect as the two of you sat here for a little longer, enjoying your time together, listening to the symphony that played through the trees for you.

#Spotify #x reader #sejanus #sejanus plinth x reader angst #sejanus plinth #tbosas #xfem!reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #imagine #x reader imagine #x reader fluff #sejanus x fem!reader #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x you #fluff imagine #wholesome!sejanus #onlybeeewrites #The valley song series #The valley song #Meadow Lullaby #music of the night #covey!reader #Sejanus x covey!reader

[harringtons-cupid]

15. 21. 29. Eddie Munson 😏

This one is set in modern day! Based off episode — from sex/life on Netflix.

#15 Just a little more.

#21 “You’re so wet.”

#29 “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

| Buy me a tea | Masterlist

Your best friend and Eddie had been broken up for months when you first fucked Eddie in secret.

He was good.

Maybe too good, your friend was right about sleeping with him.

Recently your friend had been calling you to talk about how she still had Eddie on her mind, after consulting her many times. She decided that she would be fine if you and Eddie continued to sleep together.

As you got dressed in your night robe, there was a soft knock on your door. Curiously you wondered through the flat, keeping the lock firmly on the latch as you opened the door.

Eddie’s brown locks fell down onto his face as he grinned between the gap of the door.

“You going to let me in?” Still grinning as you sighed, letting him inside.

He watched you as you walked over to the doorway of your kitchen, raising your eyebrows at him as he stood there looking at you.

“What are you doing here Eddie?” You demanded, your arms firmly crossed against your chest.

Your robe was slightly exposing your boob as he walked forward towards you. Hovering over you as he began to kiss your neck,

“You know what I’m here for” he mumbled against your skin, listening to your shuddering pants.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, you dated my best friend” you warned, trying to gain control as he bit down onto your neck.

Clearing your throat, you managed to push him away.

“I’m going to go to the toilet” you spoke sternly as you walked away from him, leaving him semi erect in your kitchen.

You were in there for long enough, he saw your phone on the side. He had called your best friend last night, unable think about anything but her.

Focusing on the bathroom door as he dialled her number off your phone, grinning as her voice was crisp and loud down the receiver. She was about to call you when Eddie’s voice echoed making her shudder.

“Why are you calling me?” She hissed at him, playing with him even more.

“I heard you wanted to break things off because of me” he grinned, enjoying the game of hearing her finally speak.

“No, no I’m fine with it honestly. She seems happy with you so don’t hurt her” she shrugged , her voice breaking slightly at the end.

He laughed at her pathetic attempt to be okay with it. Hanging up, he decided to press the video call button on the phone.

“Let’s see how fine you are with it” he whispered into the phone, placing it in the corner of the kitchen.

It was right in view as you swanned out the bathroom, determined to kick Eddie out.

But she knew that he liked to play games, gasping as she watched Eddie push you against the doorway beam.

His fingers sliding between your legs, flicking your clit as they rubbed between your folds. Gasping heavily as his lips kissed your neck, your hands grasping onto his hair as he slipped his fingers inside you.

Thrusting them quickly, listening to them grow wetter and wetter before removing them suddenly. You whined from lack of friction, your legs sticky as your hips bucked in the air.

“Just a little more” you whined at him, panting into his mouth as he laughed.

Repositioning his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing against your clit as you rode his fingers. Moaning loudly into the room, completely unware that your best friend was sat on the other side of the phone.

Her hand sliding between her own underwear, pulling them down so that they slid onto the floor. Listening to his voice roughly as he fingered you, remembering what it was like to be touched by him.

He instantly removed his fingers and picked you up, his bulge pressing into your thigh as your hands fumbled onto his jeans. Quickly undoing them and letting the fall, his tip circled your folds before sliding inside you.

Both of you gasped hard as he filled up around your walls, hitting your soft spot. Bouncing you on his cock, your moans were loud together as you rested against the wall.

“You’re so wet.” He shuddered, your pussy growing wetter and wetter as he thrusted harder and harder inside you.

Your moans were loud, echoing through the phone receiver as your friend moaned with you. Her clit pulsating as her eyes shut tightly, imagining that she was you. Imagining Eddie’s fat cock with slamming into her walls just like it was with you.

Your back was slamming against the wall harder and harder as he edged you closer and closer to your orgasm, your moans were breathless and hot. Your hands digging into his skin as your clit twitched against his pelvic bone.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cum” you wailed loudly, as his cock repeatedly hit your soft spot.

Your body shaking as he continued to thrust hard inside you as you came hard, spraying your cum all over your legs and floor.

He didn’t stop even after you came, grunting loudly into the room. He knew that your friend was still watching on the other side of the phone as he made you cum.

Her hands were rubbing her clit and sliding in and out of her pussy hard, the image of Eddie inside of her did not leave as she listened to you both. Feeling more and more turned on than she should.

He bent backwards, angling his cock inside you as he thrusted inside you. Catching your breath as his hand began to rub your clit hard, needing to feel you cum again on his cock.

Her moans echoed quietly through the receiver, Eddie could hear them as she came hard. Panting heavily as she licked her fingers dry, still watching his cock slide in and out of you.

Eddie was close to cumming but he needed to hear you both cum again.

Still bending backward in that angle, he spanked your clit hard. Feeling it twitch against his skin as you panted hard, very close to cumming again.

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” He groaned loudly, his body still arched.

She knew that it was for both of you. He enjoyed the satisfaction of making two women cum for him.

His cock was hitting your soft spot hard and fast as his hand spanked your clit, still encouraging you to cum for him. Your body trembled as it shook hard, moaning loudly into the room as you felt yourself cum again.

Eddie’s ear tuned in as he heard both you and her cum hard into the room, you were too dazed from cumming to hear anything else but Eddie.

Grunting loudly, the sound of you both cumming tipped him over the edge.

“God I’m going to fill this pussy up, have it all oozing out of you” he grunted as he fucked your pussy through to his orgasm.

Loudly moaning into the room as he came hard inside you, his thick heavy load spurting everywhere.

He always came loads, it dripped out of your pussy and down your legs as his cock twitched. Continuing to cum until his cock couldn’t take it anymore and limply slide out of you.

Kissing you roughly as he caught his breath, you grinned at him and disappeared to the bathroom. Once you were gone, Eddie’s face appeared on the camera with a smirk.

“I bet you enjoyed that didn’t you, you naughty girl” his voice was hoarse and hot as he winked at her before hanging up.

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson filth #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson xfem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

[warmaidensrevenge]

It's not a never

Pairing: Eddie x friend!fem plus size reader

A/N: Hi! So I lied. This is gonna be a three part series. I was getting a little carried away with everything I wanted to put in this fic. So that pushed it out to one more part. Tonight's part is basically filler. Just a heads up this is a slow burn. So if you don't like that kind of fic, this one is not for you. Anyways, thanks for reading. As always love ya. Byyyyeeeee

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A credit to original posters and artists. Thank you for your work.

Word count: 3,230

Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Language, angst, pinning, slow burn, slight fluff and not proof read.

Summary: A trip to be remembered and a confession that leaves Eddie puzzled.

Part 2

Bags were packed and loaded. Snacks and drinks were bought. A Ziploc bag full with coins for tolls and a map were in Eddie's glove box. And hours of music were picked. All that was left was to wake up at the ass crack of dawn. 

This senior ditch day was going to be epic. Months and months of saving and scrimping was all going to be worth it. 3 days of total and complete freedom. The road trip of a lifetime. One last hurrah. Together. 

Only this was gonna be tough. Being in close quarters with you for 3 whole days. How was he gonna deal?

Lately he was doing pretty good at keeping his feelings at bay… well that wasn't true. You had left for a week after the senior outing to visit the college you got into.

He missed you more than ever. But over those few days, he reflected back on everything. Sure how he now felt about you came unexpectedly. Still, he never wanted to be with anyone more. Especially since he realized you were perfect for each other.

However if he decided to make a move, there was no certainty that you would be up for it. Also, what would it do to the friendship? You guys had been friends way too long. It would be awkward. 

So he chose to push all that he felt away and enjoy this last trip with his friends.

… 

It was 4 am on Friday and everyone was ready to hit the road. You had just hopped in the passenger seat with a huge thermos of coffee. 

“ Sorry. Thy birth giver wanted to pray for safe travels and a safe return.”

Eddie smiled. “ Welp, hopefully one of the pagan gods heard her.”

You turned around and offered up some coffee and donuts to everyone. When you turned back, you pulled out the map.

“ Okay Eddie. Please for the love of all that is holy. Please don't kill us.”

He chuckled. “ Ye have little faith kid.”

You rolled your eyes and took a bite of a donut and pointed forward. “ Let's do this.”

Everyone whooped and hollard. “New York! Here we come!”

-

3 hours later

“Oh crap! Munson please!” Jeff whimpered.

Gareth backed away a little. “ Man oh man. I told you not to have that second cup of coffee.” 

Eddie shook his head while you were laughing your butt off.

“ Calm down.” He said. “ The next gas station in 3 miles out.”

“ I-I don't think I- I can hold it!” Jeff stammered.

“ YOU BETTER!” Grant yelled.

You turned around. “ Guy, guys guys!” It's gonna be fine. Jeffrey. 2 ½ minutes. You can do this. Just squeeze.” 

You looked back at Eddie and just grinned away. All he could think about was how nice your eyes looked. 

As soon as he pulled into the parking lot, Jeff kicked open the back door and ran into the store.

Once Eddie turned off the engine everyone sat there quietly for a few seconds before laughing like crazy.

When it died down you guys got off to move your legs around.

Eddie went to fill up while the other guys went to see about some real breakfast. 

He had just put in the gas nozzle and turned to find you doing toe touches.

He shouldn't have done it, but he did. He checked you out. Loving how your leggings hugged your round bottom. How beautifully wide your hips were.

When you stood back up you walked towards him.

“ Eddie? Can you pop my back?”

He nodded and took a step closer to you. “ Turn around and cross your arms around your chest.”

Once you did as you were instructed, he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around you. He then took a deep inhale in and caught a whiff of your shampoo. He instantly got goose flesh. 

Stop it! He told himself.

After lifting you up for a second, he quickly put you back down. Your bottom brushed his lower half in the process. 

Fuck!

His hands fell down to your hips. He mentally had to tell himself to not pull you to him.

“ W-was that okay?” He nervously asked.

You turned around and nodded. Bodies only inches apart.

“ So much better. Thank you.”

He stared at your lips as you spoke. Were they always so full? They definitely looked incredibly soft.

“ G-good.” He stuttered as he kept looking at your mouth and thinking.

“Eddie? You okay? Do I have something in my teeth?”

“ Hmm?” He met your gaze. “ Yeah. No. Yeah. You're good. I just ummm…sorry I was just trying to decide if I should take a leak.” 

“ Alright dude." You held up your hand. " Too much info. Go, I'll finish pumping.” 

With that said he practically ran away. Rushing into the first stall that was empty. While sighing deeply he cursed himself. He really wanted to kiss you.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a god awful stench.

“ UGH! Jeff what the hell man?! Ever heard of a courtesy flush?”

“ S-sorry man.”

…

Eddie smiled when he saw the buildings in the distance. He looked at you and your eyes were so big. 

“ Guys look! We're almost there.” You said excitedly. 

Gareth moved between you and him. “ Awwwww yeah baby. Just think, in a couple of weeks we're moving here.”

Eddie caught a sad look on your face. He knew how bad you wanted to go to Columbia. To be close to them while they followed their dreams to be rockstars. But things didn't work out. Instead, you were going to a college on the west coast. 

It was a good school. Everyone knew that. It had a great biology and geology department. Something you were excited about. Still, you were scared because you didn't know anyone there. Everyone you knew and loved would be on the other side of the country.

That's why Eddie understood the sad face. He remembered conversations he had with you about it. He remembered wiping away your tears as you told him about your rejection from Columbia. And though he was the one to talk you into getting some California sun, he now realized he didn't want you to go either.

He tapped your knee and started writing.

‘ okay?’

You peered out the front windshield and slightly shook your head. Then you put your hand on his and squeezed it gently. Letting him know you would be fine. 

He knew you would be. You were awesome and you would make friends easily. It's just now he didn't know if he would be okay without you.

…

You put your finger against your lips.“ Shhhh! Guys I know you're freaking out, but I need you to trust me.”

Everyone was following you down these concrete hallways for a good 5 minutes now. After checking into the hotel and getting food, they had all found themselves sneaking into a building.

Jeff was the first to doubt you. But as soon as a security officer came close to catching you guys, everyone tried to convince you to turn back.

Eddie looked into your eyes and nodded. “ Okay.” He whispered. “ If we go to jail, it better be worth it.”

You held out your hand for him. “ It will be. I promise.”

Your hand was everything he thought it would be. Soft, warm and fit perfectly in his. He swore he would follow you anywhere if it meant that he could hold your hand. 

Once you guys were finally in the spot, you told them to stay put. When you let go of his hand, he now felt like a part of him was missing. 

You were only gone for a second. But in those few moments they had all realized where they snuck into.

Eddie was speechless. There were absolutely no words that could describe how he felt. 

A few spot lights turned on. Pointing directly in the middle of a huge stage.

You returned on top of it. “ So?”

“ Shit!” They all said in unison.

You gave them a huge smile. “ I know right? Obviously you guys can't perform or anything like that. But I wanted the first time you step foot in here, that it's with your biggest support. Cuz I know one day I'm going to be standing right there… screaming my head off.”

They looked at the spot where you pointed. It was right in front of the platform.

You locked eyes with him.“ So get up here and take it in.”

The guys looked at each other then ran to get up too. Once up there you asked for help getting down. You then watched them laugh and wrestle playfully.

“ Alright freaks!” You announced. “ Imagine this.  Every seat is full. And the floor is packed with bodies. All waiting for you.” 

They all stared at you after moving to their respective place. As if they're standing by their instruments.

“ The crowd is chanting. Corroded Coffin. Corroded Coffin….Then the lights go out. The ones that are sitting jump up and everyone screams in anticipation. But then... it goes silent…”

Eddie pictured everything. It was all him and the guys ever wanted.

“ Then they hear you.” You point at Gareth. “ Then you.” You looked at Jeff. “ Then of course you bud.” You nodded towards Grant. “ And finally the strum of a guitar along with oooooohhhhs and awwwws from you.”

Eddie finally had your eyes on him. And he knew right then and there that he was in love with you. It wasn't just a silly crush anymore. It was the real thing. The can't eat, can't sleep, the winning touchdown, the home run, the one in a lifetime love.

He loved you because you loved them. You believed in them. And the way you laid out the scene with so much conviction, it had him convinced that they were gonna make it too.

You smiled at him and continued. “ And while you blow off the roof of this place, the crowd sings and sways with you."

-

Later that night everyone settled into the shared room. Gareth and Jeff in one bed, Eddie and Grant on the sofa bed. And of course being the only female of the group they gave you your own bed.

Eddie has just come out of the shower to find everyone asleep. Except you. You weren't even in the room.

He looked at Grant who took up the whole bed and he sighed. Looked like he was gonna sleep on the floor. 

He waited a minute to see if you would come back but after about 5 minutes, he went to look for you.

You weren't far though. He found you sitting on the steps reading something.

“ Hey kid. Whatcha doin?”

You gave him a quick little smile before looking back at your book. “ Uhhhh nothing really. Just checking out courses.” 

He sat next to you and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Before he could light one you plucked it from his mouth.

“ No you promised. No smoking on this trip.”

He gave you a thin lip before taking back the smoke and returning it to the carton.

“ You really should quit. I don't want to see you end up with an oxygen tank.”

He put the pack back in his pocket. “ One day. I promise.”

You flipped a page. “ I'll keep you to that.”

You guys sat quiet. Listen to the bustle of the city. Eddie was trying to gather the courage to tell you how he felt. But he was scared. What if he took a leap of faith and it turned ugly? What if you did like him the way he liked you and things didn't work out? Or what if his confession lead to you guys not being friends anymore?

Doubt filled his thoughts. But then a bit of hope shined on him. What if it did work out? What if you guys made it past the long distance thing and were truly happy together? What if this love was meant to be?

“ Eddie?”

His inner rambling came to a halt. “ Y-yeah?”

You closed your book and started fidgeting with the corners. “ You know you're my best friend right?”

He softly cleared his throat. “ Yeah.”

“ And we always tell each other everything.”

He nodded. “ Yeah.”

You sighed a little. “ So you know that I have family out here….well my uncle actually works as a security guard at the garden. He worked tonight…he knew we were coming and he did me a solid…we wouldn't have gotten in trouble if we got caught.”

For a second there his heart sank. He thought you were gonna say that you liked him too. But then he smiled and wrapped his arms around you. 

“ I'm really gonna miss you.” He said softly.

You hug his waist. “ I think I'll miss you more.”

The hug lasted a minute or so, but it was the best damn hug he had ever had. And when you tried pulled away he hugged you tighter. Making you giggle. 

When he finally loosen his grip, you stared deeply into his eyes. The way you sat there, it was like your eyes were trying to tell him something your mouth couldn't. It was almost as if you were asking him to kiss you.

He was gonna go for it. He was gonna take that leap. However the second he leaned in you yawned. Pulling completely away from him so you wouldn't do it in his face.

“ Wow I'm beat. We should get some sleep. Big day in Time's Square tomorrow."

He frowned at the fleeding moment that seemed to be fate. 

“ Yeah you're probably right.” He conceded to it. “ You think you could lend me a pillow and that blanket you brought?”

You looked at him and raised a brow. Silently asking why?

“ Gonna crash on the floor. Grant's a bed hog.”

You laughed lightly and yawned again. “ No. You can sleep with me.”

His breath hitched in his throat while asking a shaky. “ W-what?”

You grinned and stood up, holding out your hand. “ Like when we were kids. If you're worried that I'll get handsy then we can make a pillow barrier.”

He chuckled. “ Maybe I like handsy.”

He regretted it as soon as it came out.

The silence that followed his comment nearly made him shit a brick. You stood there with an almost visible question mark above your head.

Shit! He thought. Shouldn't have said that.

You then shook your head and laughed. “ Stop being weird and take my hand.”

He practically wiped his brow and said whew before grabbing your hand. Allowing you to lead him back.

He laid there for a while thinking about all that happened. He couldn't believe he was gonna kiss you before telling you how he felt. That wasn't the guy he was. He always made sure he got consent. And with you it would be no different. All he had to do was get some real alone time with you so he can finally say something.

When we get home. He said to himself. 

He heard you sigh and felt you move a bit. Then he felt your arm sliding across his stomach. Without thinking he lifted his arm and gently pulled you closer. Slipping his arm under your head. 

Both of you sank further into the bed. He smiled and his last thought before falling asleep was how much he loved you.

…

The next day and a half was the best in his life. Exploring the city, eating the best pizza and getting some information about playing at clubs when they moved there. It was fantastic. 

Now it was time to head home and finish up the school year.

The drive seemed longer this time. More quiet. And he knew why. In exactly 2 weeks things were going to be different. Everyone was going to graduate and their adult lives were going to start. For a long time he couldn't wait to get the hell out of Hawkins. So did his friends. But now that it was happening, it was so hard to see the next chapter. Well with this little monster of love inside him.

When it was time to switch off. Jeff and Grant traded places with you and him.

You guys crawled in the back with the sleeping Gareth and tried to catch some z's. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder and started to hum a familiar tune. He put his hand on your knee and started tapping to the beat. He caught a small smile from you. 

“ Hey Jeff? Could you drop me off first when we get into town?” you asked.

“No problem.”

You went back to humming and Eddie was trying to figure out what exactly he was gonna say. Before he knew it he was sound asleep with you. 

Until he heard the vans break squeak to a stop. 

He opened his eyes and saw they were in front of your house. You had just opened the door and hopped out. 

Though he wanted this to be a private moment, it was now or never.

He sat up and followed you. “ I need a minute man.” He said to Jeff. “ Hold up kid. I'll help you.”

You tried to refuse his help in carrying your duffle bag, but he could see you were too tired to try.

You stoped on at your doorstep and reached for your bag. “ Thanks Eddie.”

He handed you the bag and took a deep breath. Just as you turned to open the door he said your name.

“ Yeah?”

His eyes fell to the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck. “ Uhhhh nevermind. I'll tell you later.”

You cleared your throat gently and took a step towards him. “ I hate when you do that.”

His gaze shot up to yours. “ D-do what?”

You put your free hand on your hip. “ When you look like you have something important to say then just brush it off…Just tell me because I'm gonna be up all night wondering what you wanted to say.”

He looked away and stood quiet for a few seconds. “ I-I’ve been acting different lately.”

“ I know.”

He met your eyes again. “ Yeah?”

You didn't say anything, but he knew that you did.

“ So I-” he cut off. Suddenly his nerves were getting the best of him. “ I don't- ummm shit…I- well the reason…damn it! I cant- I don't know-”

You grabbed his hand and lightly squeezed it. Letting him know that it was okay. To calm down and take a breath.

He took a deep inhale and slowly let it out. “ I think possibly, maybe I’ve fallen for you.”

Your expression after that gave him a sinking feeling. You didn't feel the same.

Your frown said it all.

“ I'm sorry. I-I just needed to say something.”

You nodded but surprisingly you didn't let go of his hand. You were actually staring at his hand in yours.

“Eddie…I want to talk more about this. But I can't even think straight and my knees are about to give in.”

That wasn't what he was hoping for. 

“Right! Umm yeah. Sorry, just forget I said anything.” He said trying to walk away. 

But you held his hand firmly. Preventing him from taking a step further. “ No. Don't do that.”

He looked back at you and you had your eyes closed. 

“ Eddie, this is important. If it wasn't then you wouldn't have said anything at all…This deserves a real conversation that I can't give you right now. So please don't leave thinking that I don't feel the same way."

He was in disbelief. Did he hear that right?

You gave his hand one last squeeze before letting go and going inside.

He stood there staring at the door. Did he dream that? You like him too?

Gareth rolled down the window. “ Munson, let's go. I wanna go home!”

He sighed and smiled to himself. " Y-yeah. Okay."

…

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TOS!Spock x Fem!Reader; The Visitor Part 2

ON HIATUS FOR THE TIME BEING

Modern!AU where Spock is an alien who lands in the reader’s backyard and seeks shelter while repairing his ship. Eventual romance and smut.

In The Original Series it is said Spock is a vegetarian, not vegan, so I’m basing this part off of that information. 

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood and bodily harm. Awkwardness. Spock is tall and the Reader is not. Foot kink if you squint. Not proof read at all. PART ONE 

Part 2:  And the zipping white light beams disregarding bombs and satellites. That was the turning point- that was one lonely night

Sparse sun rays of a dreary morning ghosted through the curtains of your bedroom. The night was enveloped in sweaty tossing and turning. You remembered anxious nights before the first day of school where it took you hours to fall asleep and when you finally did you dreamt of still trying to fall asleep. You could never tell if you actually slept that way.

This night was no different.

It was easier to help your visitor into the house, as he wasn’t unconscious this time. He had leaned onto your shoulder and excused himself to the bathroom to change.

You hadn’t been sure what to do at that point, but directed him exhaustedly to a spare room. You had sealed most of the rooms to reserve heat to save money. You felt guilty for how cold it had been and thankfully the old heater in the corner worked.

You shut yourself up with your dog and lay with the fire poker for good measure. You were still equally spooked as you were tranced. Was it a dream? The green blood felt real, but it was so outlandish it couldn’t possibly be.

At some point Spaghetti was scratching the door so hard you let her out of the room. If she wanted her liver eaten, fine so be it.

When you were sure it was finally morning you roused from bed feeling your whole body ache.

You slowly pushed open the door wincing at the creak. His room was only a little down the hall. You ridiculously crawled on all fours until you came next to his doorframe. You swore you had left it closed but now it was just wide enough for your dog to push her way through.

You peeked in and saw he was lying under the two quilts you had placed atop him. Spaghetti was nestled into his side and you inwardly screeched. His head faced away from you as you slowly crept in. 

His chest rose and fell calmly. The pit of anxiety in your stomach unfurled into a sigh of relief. Spaghetti’s tail began to thump and you slowly crept back out. 

You dawdled to the den slowly and fumbled the fire poker back into its stand. 

You felt a chill slither down your back and absentmindedly you fiddled around for some kindling to make another fire. Despite not having cleaned out the ashes from the night before it caught easily. You would have to chop more before the weekend was over and fortunately for you the logs outside were protected with a tarp. Otherwise they would be soaking wet. 

You didn’t know why such a thing preoccupied your mind. There was a damn alien in your house and firewood was at the top of your list? 

You fell back into the couch. How long would he be here? Would his own kind come looking for him? Would your kind look for him? You desperately did not want the FBI knocking at your door. 

What the hell were you going to feed him? Could he eat Earth food? He did say he was half human-albeit he also said he was a vegetarian. What were you supposed to feed a vegetarian.

“Woof.”

“Dog,” you huffed in response, accustomed to your pet’s voice. 

“Human.”

You looked up to see your guest had risen, still in your grandfather’s clothes. He was a bit pale, but seemed alright for the most part. Spaghetti was at his side, tail still wagging. Damn dog. 

You stood immediately, “Did I wake you?”

“Yes, but it is of no consequence,” he replied, “I extend my gratitude for your assistance last night.”

You nodded, mouth feeling dry. You ran your fingers through your hair, finding a large knot. Your neck flushed. You must have looked awful. 

He himself endured the awkward silence. Spaghetti was the first to break it. 

“Breakfast,” you chirped, “I need to feed her. Are you hungry?”

You went into the kitchen, trying to smooth down your hair and retrieved her food bag from the pantry. If you didn’t keep it locked up she’d devour all of it in one day and probably die of an intestinal blockage. You almost learned that the hard way shortly after inheriting her and the house. 

Spaghetti trudged to you once her bowl was filled and began chomping away. 

Spock still stood at the corner of the rug, the left side of his frame bathed in little fire light. You avoided his gaze by ducking into the fridge.

“You said-eh-Vulcans don’t eat meat, right? Can Vulcans eat eggs and toast?” you asked, still feeling the heat at your neck and ears. 

“I suppose that will be acceptable.” 

His voice was much closer, causing you to jump and hit your head inside the refrigerator. You turned and found that indeed he was much closer than before. You hadn’t even heard his footsteps.

You had forgotten how tall he was. 

“Right!” you blurted, “I’ll get started on that. Do you drink coffee?”

He shook his head, “Although my mother has an affinity for it, Vulcans prefer tea.”

You nodded again, “I’ll see what I can do.” You began to rummage through the cupboard. 

“Could I be of assistance?” he asked, having taken a step back. Did he sense it-how you felt?

“No-no, please. You’re still hurt. Just sit down.”

He didn’t move to argue with you and did as instructed. He laid his hands atop the kitchen table, brushing off some crumbs from the placemat. 

Why were you so flustered by him? You didn’t feel that way helping him change or into bed. If anything you were wholly consumed by anxiety. 

What if you hadn’t stitched him properly? you remembered thinking, What if he bled to death in your house? 

He had developed a shiver about him that night so you layered him heavy with quilts, even pulling one off your bed for good measure. You had whispered fiercely into the old heater in the corner, threatening it with the dumpster if it didn’t turn on. Thankfully the old crystals rattled to life and filled the room with its orange glow. 

Now he was at your kitchen table politely and patiently waiting to be fed. Spaghetti was done with her own breakfast and settled at his feet. 

You scowled inwardly. That dog had never been that nice to you. You wondered if it was because of the scent of his clothes-reminding her of her old master. 

You managed to find some ancient tea your grandmother had in the cabinet and set the kettle to boil. You hoped to every and any holy entity it didn’t taste like shit. You fetched eggs from the fridge and procured a pan. 

“How do you like your eggs?” you asked. 

“I was not aware there were multiple ways to like them.”

“Well, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

“Am I to understand your kind consumes them?” he quipped.

You stifled a sigh, settling on whipping the eggs in a bowl, “No-we don’t eat cats. Well, some people might. I’ve never met one. It’s just an expression really.”

Neither had you seriously met someone seriously considering eating a feline either. You had only heard racists jokes, which was not something you wanted to unpack right now. 

While you were scrambling the eggs Spaghetti had managed to flip over her food bowl and began to whine. She sat sternly by it, despite the fact that it had long been empty and she knew how to flip it back. 

She whined loudly, wanting more kibble. 

“No,” you replied, “That’s all you get for now. Don’t indulge her-she’s just an asshole.”

Despite your order Spock was already crouching with the ghost of a wince on his features. He flipped the bowl back over. 

You were seriously considering eating dog. 

“Do your people have expressions?” you asked after depositing toast and eggs on a plate for the both of you. 

He settled back down at the table, his reply deterred by the sudden whistle of the kettle. You rushed to it, setting it off the eye. You poured the water in his cup, hoping the tea wasn’t awful. It almost looked like it dated nearly twenty years. When you had first moved in and were cleaning out the freezer you found frozen vegetable and meats dating even farther back. 

“Yes, but they are not as colorful as Terran ones I have found. I know a few from my mother, but none of the likes of which you shared today.”

You blushed again, “I’m sorry-it’s my raising I guess.” You set his plate and tea before him gingerly, avoid eye contact. You felt silly. 

You had a million questions. How far was Vulcan from Earth-what was it like? What was their language like? Did they all wear robes as he did or was that exclusively for travel? Were their more planets beyond Earth like Vulcan? Did all Vulcans have pointy ears?

“Do you have shame?” he asked. 

You were snapped out of your inner wondering. 

“What?” you sat across from him. 

“Your tone indicates your ‘raising’, as you put it, as an excuse rather than an explanation. It would seem you are shameful.”

You sighed for a moment and decided to be truthful, “Sometimes. Not for my grandparents or this house. I mean we weren’t the richest or the most sophisticated.”

He looked at his plate for a moment and picked up the fork, twisting it in his right hand. 

“I understand,” was all he offered. 

You normally ate a quick pace. Spaghetti had trained you that way. You had to be fast so she wouldn’t purposely drool all over your feet or lap. 

The visitor ate slowly, without an hint of whether he liked his breakfast or not. You flushed again at the sight of your empty plate and his still half full. 

He probably thought you were a pig. 

“Do you?” you blurted. 

“Pardon?” He glanced up from his ministrations. 

“Feel ashamed of your upbringing?” 

“Vulcans do not feel shame,” he stated plainly, resuming his meal. Spaghetti trudged over to him and began to slobber at his socks. He gently prodded her head to the side, not paying her much attention other than so.

“Why?” you asked incredulously. 

“Shame is a human emotion.”

“What-do Vulcans have their own set or something?” you snarked, allowing yourself to giggle. 

“Vulcans adhere to a practice in which we do not partake in such expression. Such is the philosophy of Surak.”

You stared at him. Like you were supposed to know what that meant.

“Who’s Surak?”

His right brow twitched ever so slightly. 

“A Vulcan philosopher.” He drank his tea, once again with no hint to whether it tasted good or bad. “One who taught that emotions makes one illogical and hindered the improvement and growth of a successful and peaceful society.”

You tapped your foot, beginning to feel the red swell on aggravation behind your lips.

“You have no shame, yet you understand it? How is that possible?”

“I was taught the history of my civilization. We were once like the humans-living rashly at the expense of survival-at the expense of our evolution to a greater society.” 

“So, what, you’re saying Vulcans are better than humans for that?”

He placed the utensil back down cleanly on the plate and moved his elbows to prop on the table. He steepled his long fingers and locked his eyes with yours.

“Once again you keep inferring from declarations I have not given.”

You crossed your arms, “Indirectly. You were once like humans and now that you’re not you’re better for it?”

“Once again-”

The shrill bell of the kitchen phone interrupted the tension, slicing through it with each ring.

You went to it quickly, leaving your breakfast alone. Please, God, don’t let it be the FBI. 

“Hello?” 

“Good mornin’!”

“Doctor Beltik!” you strained through clenched teeth. You instantly recognized the cheery voice, slowly deteriorating in sharpness from its age. 

The town veterinarian was as old nearly as the town itself-as old as your grandparents would be if they were still here. He was a good friend to them and Spaghetti’s mortal enemy. 

“Little lamb, how are ya?”

“I’m well.” 

You glanced back at Spock and mouthed an apology. He only nodded ever so slightly and continued his breakfast while coolly keeping your dog at bay with the heel of his foot. 

A fucking pro already. You chuckled at that. 

“And the ole girl?” 

You stifled a huff. You did not have time for old chit chat, as much as you loved the old vet. 

“She’s the same-Doctor Beltik I really-” you started but were cut off.

“I won’t keep ya long, lamb, I wanted to ask if your power went out last night. It was quite a storm-largest lightening strike we’ve seen since your ma was a wee thing! Darned thing lasted a long time, nearly blinded me! Not that I’m not already halfway there anyway.”

You paled a bit feeling the eggs churn in your belly. What if someone saw the crash or the ship? How foolish could you be to think anyone could really believe that that was lightening. The vet was a fossil and maybe a little silly, but anyone in their right mind-”

“Y/N?” the vet asked, “Ya still there?”

“Yes!” you sputtered, “It woke me up, but I didn’t have too much trouble going back to sleep. Bad weather is like white noise, y’know.”

“Did your power go out? All of downtown went black.”

Shit. 

“Wow, really? Uh-it did for a short time. Listen, doc-I’ve got biscuits in the oven-”

“That’s alright. Enjoy your Sunday, lamb!”

“Thankyou, Doctor Beltik.”

You hung up the phone and grumbled. You smoothed out your robe and turned around.

The table was empty. No spaceman. Spaghetti was sniffing at the back door after leaving a trail of drool from where Spock had sat to the doorframe. 

Great, just great. 

---

You were already half way out the door, tugging your rainboots when you spotted him at the tree line. 

“Spock!” you called, “What’re you doing?”

It had already began to sprinkle. You darted towards the tree line, the ache in your calves reminding you of the night before-both dragging and half carrying him. 

You nearly ran into him as he stopped so suddenly you had no time to slow down. He steadied you with a strong hand, fingers brushing the bare skin of your collar bone. Droplets of morning drizzled flecked his dark hair and you found yourself crooning your neck back to meet his gaze. 

“I must repair the ship,” he stated plainly, unmoved by your close proximity to him. 

You couldn’t speak. The pads of his fingers were warm at the base of your throat. You felt a chill run up the entirety of your body. 

“Breathe,” he commanded. 

You took in the damp morning air and felt your face go hot immediately. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath.

He let you go and you instinctively took a step back. Your brain was fuzzy. It kept shouting the same things over and over, as if arguing with itself. 

Friend. Predator. Stranger. Liver.  

You hated how tall he was. 

He turned curtly and began into the woods. You bumbled after him. 

“I hope no one saw the crash,” you informed him, shivering. “The vet over the phone saw the light from your ship and it knocked out the town’s power, not just my house last night!” 

“There was suitable cloud cover and I was able to move quietly under the detection of Earth’s authorities,” he replied, “Until the storm worsened. I was temporarily blinded and almost struck a metal structure- I believe it’s purpose is to provide the facilities to operate mobile communications.”

“You mean a cell tower?”

You stumbled over a root, sliding in the mud. You grabbed onto his sleeve without thinking. He locked his grip under your elbow and helped you along. You felt pathetic, but steadier. 

“Affirmative. Fortunately, I avoided it,” he explained, “But I was not so quick to avoid the trees up there.” 

He motioned with his hand and you saw the tops of the evergreens were indeed quite taken out. 

The ship loomed into view, sleek and colorless in design. It seemed smaller in the daytime. 

He stopped short of where the ramp used to be and pressed his fingers to the cool metal. The maw of the ship opened quietly and out streamed the light again. 

“The right side of the landing gear is damaged along with a small piece of the hull. Some of the infrastructure of the cargo bay has been warped,” he continued, still leading you carefully up the slick ramp. It’s almost like he knew how you had to crawl that night in order to keep from falling.

He was right. In the dark you had never seen it. Beams fashioned of the same white metal that crafted the cargo hold were indeed bent and some broken. One had been completely severed and was like a sharp pike. It sported a coat of dried green. 

You glanced at his right flank and back up at him. He did not acknowledge your expression of horror.

“What is unknown to me is how the sensors did not detect the cell tower.”

You realized he was still holding on to your elbow. 

“Maybe something was already broken?” you offered in a soft voice. 

He looked down at you and removed his hold. 

“I will investigate as I was not able to last evening,” he replied already starting up the ladder. “Then I must repair the ship and return to Vulcan.”

You followed after him carefully, not wanting to fall. “And how are you gonna do that? There’s not exactly many alien spaceship workshops around here.”

You poked your head through. The cockpit seemed to have the Tardis effect. Unlike the outside it seemed much bigger on the inside. Lines of soft light lined the elongated wind screen and the runway between seats. Spock was kneeling at the console. 

“Aboard each private Vulcan vessel are tools and minor parts for replacement. Although it will take me some time I should be able to repair it sufficiently to return me home.”

You ran your fingers gently along the railing along the bottom of the glass outlooking the forest. 

You finally registered what he had said and whipped around. 

“You can’t do that in the middle of the woods out here! Someone already noticed the ship’s light last night. Who knows that someone won’t come poking around here. You-” you sighed and rubbed your temples, “-you need somewhere to work.”

He stood, once again towering over you at too close distance. “I suppose you already have a space in mind?”

“Actually,” you tapped your finger against your lips, “I might. If it will fit. God willing.”

He eyes did not meet yours, but below. You didn’t realize it at first but his gaze was following your finger, right at your lips. You didn’t know if he knew it, but he had began to chew on his bottom lip. 

You felt heat blooming at your neck. 

“But-!” you interrupted your line of thinking, “I don’t think I can tow this thing with my truck. Can it fly anymore?”

He nodded, “That is something I can tend to now. Although it is still cloudy it might be preferrable if we perform this operation at night.”

“This thing already stands out like a sore thumb from the sky-I mean it’s straight chrome almost.”

Almost. Not nearly as silver. More delicate and duller. 

“Then I shall try now,” he said and rapidly moved back to the console, flipping switches and the like.

“Wait-wait-” you scrambled back to the ladder, “I don’t want to be on this thing when it moves.” 

You were already half way down when he murmured, 

“Humans. So peculiar.”

--

How it fit into your garage was nothing short of a miracle. You never kept the truck under there anyway. Most of your grandfather’s tools had been stuffed to the side. There’s used to be more vehicles,  but in your grandparents will you had been instructed to sell the car and boat to help you with your finances. You could sell the house if you wanted, but you didn’t. 

Not yet anyway. 

There was a large concrete pad in front of the double garage doors and you stood there in the raining morning, motioning with your hands for him to land there. From there on you guided him to slowly back in into place. It funnily reminded you of helping friends’ parents park at graduation. 

Instead of activating the ramp which if extended would destroy the stairs up into the rest of the house, he appeared from a sort of port hole near the back of the vessel. 

“This will do quite well, Y/N, thankyou,” he said.

You squeezed your arm and nodded. You looked up at the sound of Spaghetti scratching the basement door. 

“I-I need a shower,” you said, “Are you all set?”

“Affirmative.” 

He had already began to examine landing gear, having a sort of tool belt of sorts that resembled the ships lack of color and sleek design about his waist.

“I’ll be up stairs if you need anything. Just holler.”

“I will, pi’veh.”

You slipped out of your boots and left them at the base of the staircase. He glanced back at you as the creaking of your bare footsteps filled the room.

He turned back to his work, noting subconsciously that your nails were painted.

Peculiar indeed.

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[spookypete-94]

Eight Lines (part 2)

Part 1

Part 2 of Ghost learning that reader tattooed herself in their own way for him. MNDI/NSFW: Oral (female receiving) Fingering, P in V, unprotected sex, lots of teasing to reader. First time actually writing smut and publishing it, so I'm hoping for the best here lol. So I'm sure there is more here that I did not list.

Ghost Fem!reader

He had tugged her clothes off after he had pushed her to the floor, tugging with conviction to get them removed quickly. Finally, his mouth attached it to her skin. Starting at her calves, leaving quick kisses on each one while he moved up to her thighs. Love bites left behind in his wake as he went. Y/N withered in his grasp, whining as he got higher and higher before finally reaching the prize in between her legs. She gasped feeling his tongue on her, pushing her lips and petals to the side to find her clit.

"So happy you're home," she hummed head rolling back pushing herself off her elbows and laying with her back flat on the floor.

"Is home me here? Between your legs?" He asked cheekily before resuming, his intense eyes on her squirming form. She moaned before she could answer, her pussy throbbing now.

"Home is you and I together, Simon." her voice is an airy purr. She watched as his gaze turned from a joking smile to serious, preparing to praise her from her answer with his tongue. He pulled her body down roughly to him, back burning from the carpet, but honestly, she could care less right now. His strong arms wrapped around her legs and pushed down on her abdomen so she couldn't wiggle away from him. This was it, The hunter ensnaring his prey, she thought. Her core was feeling warm from the flood of arousal at her inner monologue. Her blood was rushing through her, heart pounding harder as she saw the white toothy grin in the dark. There was no escape.

Fuck. Was all she could think, knowing she was head over heels for this man.

He ebbed and flowed with her body, pushing into hers with his mouth and pulling back when her fingers slotted into his hair, pushing him closer into her.

"You're teasing me," she groaned the sensation of almost cuming and going with his work. He chuckled. "Catchin' on now, love." He finally slipped a finger in, curling it up into her. Simon's eyes never left her body as it arched from the sensation. Pushing his finger up and down within her, watching how it made her body jolt, specifically how her breasts bounced when he did.

"Siiiimonnn." she hissed greedily, making him slip in another finger.

"Can't tell me what you need, love?" Fingers still now. That taunting smile he held that pulled on her heart strings, making her heart flutter.

"You know what I need," she said propping up on her elbows to look at him again.

"Need to hear it." He said, twitching his fingers once more inside her, making Y/N gasp.

"Wanna cum, Simon." she begged.

"Yeah?" He sounded almost condescending. The two digits finally work in synchronization with each other.

"Please," she whimpered, pushing herself down into them. He honored her request, slipping his tongue in and out of her folds in unity with his fingers, creating a pattern and rhythm for her. At last, her prolonged climax arrived, making her body go rigid and stop as if an unseen force had suddenly crashed into her. Her pussy squeezed his fingers and would quickly release them. Her soul felt like it was leaving her body from lack of control.

"There you, go. Good girl." His voice grumbled as he helped her through it, slowing down as he did. Y/N fought to catch her breath. It always amazed her at how effective he was at sex. He pleased her so well but always kept her on her toes about it. His lips on the back of her hand over the area that had just been tattooed a few hours ago kissing her gently is what pulled her back to the moment.

" "S'all mine." His hands roaming up her body and to her face where he kissed her slowly. The same tongue that had kissed her apex running in and out of her mouth, giving her a taste of her sweet self.

He positioned himself between her legs, lining himself up as he did.

"Ready?" Asking for her approval to continue.

"Please," she said once more, desperation in her voice to feel him fill her. Legs wrapped around his torso, encouraging him to continue.

Without slowing down, no hesitation, he pushed into her. Filling her completely to the hilt of her grotto. The feeling to her undeniably one of the best on the planet, making her see stars of the others. She keened, leaning forward, head in his chest, and resting her hands on the back of his neck. Suddenly, her hand of the thin black lines rested at the bottom of his chin, reminding her and making her smile as she glanced up to his eyes. Simon again chuckled, leaning down and kissing her once more before lovingly biting her neck once more.

"Clever, clever girl. And she's all mine," before his thrusting became harder. Moans left her lips as if she was singing him a song to his uptrend. Hands gripped around her legs, resting at her hips squeezing with his fingers. Lifting her up to pound into her deeper, she gasped, shocked at how damn good it felt.

A loud Ooooo, left her mouth appraising him for his actions.

"Like that?" His voice baiting her to answer.

"So fucking much," she said through gritted teeth. Unable to control herself, she wrapped her legs tighter on his body grinding herself down onto him for better friction. Once more, another orgasm washed over her, making her clench and squeeze around him. Her hands gripped his forearms, wanting him to speed up and go harder. Simon was so informed at reading her body, he understood her silent request and fucked her harder through her orgasm.

Finally, his hot white release spilled into her. His body slowed, and hot breaths from him panting spilled across her skin.

"I love you," she said faintly, hand ghosting across his face.

"I know you do," he said, lifting his hand up and kissing it once more. The sting of him kissing her fresh tattoo didn't even cross her mind. Her brain was still feeling the effect of his results.

"I love you too, my clever girl," he said, picking her up and laying her in her bed, gathering one of their scattered articles of clothing to clean up the sticky mess on her thighs.

She didn't expect an answer. She knew he loved her, but it had never been said before. Catching one of his arms, she pulled him back to her. Kissing him again before releasing him. Smiling as she laid back into the bed and watched his naked form lay next to her.

"Let me see it again." He said, grasping her marked hand. Fingers ran up and down each line, smiling as he did.

Simon Ghost Riley Masterlist

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[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

I have a story idea jack falls for the reader at a meet and greet that’s where they first met she was a fan

This is cute! 

Warnings: None, Fluff 

Summary: Jack falls for the reader at a meet and greet where they first meet

Getting the tickets was a struggle, they were selling out pretty fast and you didn't want to go all by yourself but you were delighted when you and your friend were able to get them.

So now here you are getting ready to go meet him. You had already done your makeup and your hair so now you were trying to figure out what to wear. You wanted to go for something cute and casual. You end up finding  a pair of blue jeans with a tank top cropped shirt with a cute pink jacket. Grabbing the shoes you were going to wear and sitting on your bed to put them on. 

Your phone starts to ring and you pick it up putting it to your ear and you answer “Hello?” it was your friend Sage “Hey are you ready i’m outside?” you inform her that you are on your way out of your house after you hang up and finish putting your shoes on.  

Grabbing your pink purse that you packed all your needs in, you close and lock your door. You get in Sage's car, and greet her with a hug and put your seatbelt on. On the way to the venue  the two of you talked about how nervous you were considering this was your first meet and greet and hoped that you wouldn't embarrass yourself in front of Jack. 

Finally making it there the both of you get out of her car and go stand in line. After your tickets were scanned you guys were directed to a different line inside the building where the meet and greet was taking place. 

The closer you got to being in the front the more and more your heart would beat out of your chest. Pulling Sage to go before you, you give her a thumbs up as to give good luck while she flipped you off because she wanted you to go first.

Taking a video of her as she meets Jack you make sure to record their whole encounter to send to her later after she takes the picture with Jack she turns to you to give a thumbs up sending you good luck. 

Now it's your turn as the security guard guides you to the podium where Jack is sitting, your hands are sweating and your heart is beating out of control. When you make it to the podium you slide over the album to Jack and watch as he was about to sign it. “Do you want it to say anything besides my name?” you shake your head no not trusting yourself to open your mouth.

Jack shook his head in shame “Wow so you don’t want me to say anything to the kids?” Opening your mouth in shock you laugh “Did Sage come up here and tell you that?” he laughed nodding his head, you have always joked with Sage saying that you had two children with Jack a boy  named Julius and one girl being named Jewel. 

You were totally going to kill her once you got out of here. You gave out an awkward laugh that was embarrassing. You wanted to light yourself on fire. Jack saw this and thought your reaction was cute (and thought you were cute overall). He lifted up from the seat and put his lips to your ear “Do you think I could get your number?” you nodded your head. 

You were so surprised that he actually wanted your number. You weren't expecting this to happen at all. He slid a small piece of paper to you and told you to be discreet writing it. Writing your number on the paper he continued to write on the album. 

Feeling a tap on your shoulder the security guard signaled that it was time to take a picture and wrap it up. Turning around you put a big smile on your face. You feel the last tap on your shoulder from Jack smiling as you walk out of the building and make your way to Sage’s car.

She was already in it smiling at you knowingly getting in the car you start playfully hitting her as she let out a big laugh. “You're welcome by the way now there’s no way he can forget you.” You almost told her about how Jack asked for your number but you weren't going to be telling your busy like that (a/n don't fumble the bag). 

So you just told her how he was laughing and showed her the picture you took. As you get to your house you exit out of her car and thank her for coming with you. Opening your door you get out of your clothes and take a shower when you get out of the shower you do your skin care and finish with a face mask. 

By this time it was getting late so you decided to end your night by watching a movie before you went to bed. Before you start it you go to look at your album that Jack signed. Looking at the  words on the plastic cover you feel your face get as hot as a volcano. On the album it said I'll be home with the kids soon ;). 

You were freaking out, you were so happy that you didn't read what it said earlier because you would have embarrassed yourself even more in front of him. When you finish freaking out you decide to put on Victorious. Just as the episode was about to end you got a text to your phone.

Unknown: What are you doing tomorrow night beautiful?  

I hope this was good. I really liked this idea! You guys can still send in request.

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[flxwerydreams]

I think I like you (I hope you do too)

Lily Evans x Fem!Reader

a/n: first fic!!! pls be kind :) the title is from your text by sundial.

c/w: die joke, swearing. (lmk if i missed something)

You stared at the man with undisguised incredulity. “800 pounds? Are you kidding me? I thought we agreed on 500?” Trevor - or perhaps Troy rolled his eyes at you derisively. He probably thought he was being subtle - that stupid prick.

“It's just how it is, Miss. Moving stuff inside the 'ouse? Well, that's gonna cost you a bit extra, innit? Wouldn't want you gettin' in over your 'ead now, would we?" he jeered at you. His twin, Trevor, you identified from his tag, snickered stupidly at that. The universe was really testing your patience today. 

"Seriously? It would've been decent to tell me upfront that moving stuff indoors meant extra charges. This is ridiculous." Trevor turned to you then, all six feet of him tensed and towering over you. "Miss, it ain't on us. You got a problem with it, you take it up with the higher ups. Give us our dosh, we've got other bits to be getting on with." With a sigh you handed over the cash, regretting the choice of passing on your friends’ offers to help you with the move. 

With another sigh, you turned back to the big mess in front of you, your hands resting on your hips, visibly expressing the exhaustion you were already feeling. This had seemed like such an exciting idea at first, having your own space all to yourself. The independence and freedom that you had anticipated was certainly there and you were definitely feeling it now. Having to arrange all this furniture by yourself …… very exciting. 

You let out a third sigh and felt the weariness seep into your bones. This was going to be a very long day. You took a step toward the covered couch - ready to begin settling into this new place, which would hopefully become your home. 

Suddenly, you were ambushed by a lasso which was thrown at your legs with murderous intent. The lasso then purred and you died ….. due to the lasso’s cuteness. “Hello, kitty! Oh, you’re so precious”, you cooed. The cat (not lasso) meowed up at you, rubbing against your shins. “What’s your name, buddy?” you murmured softly, picking it up and settling it in your arms. The only response you received was another meow, and a curious paw on your face. Noticing your open door, you walked towards it, all the while, gently scratching the cat behind its ears. “You seem like such a distinguished member of the society. Oh, is that where you came from?” you wondered to yourself, noticing another open door down the hallway. “And you’re my new neighbour too, it’s so sweet of you to welcome me like that, kitty.” you giggled, shutting your door carefully.  “Let's get you back to your owner, shall we?” You walked up to the threshold of your neighbour’s house and knocked on the open door. 

Just then, ‘Kitty’, as you had begun to call the cat in your head, jumped down from your arms and ran inside — towards the kitchen, you assumed. Standing on your neighbour’s doorstep awkwardly with no apparent reason was definitely not on your agenda for the day but before you could say or do anything, a figure emerged from said kitchen, you assumed again. Following that, your heart skipped around five or at least two beats. 

Standing in front of you was probably the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. Her red curls were tied up in a top bun and there was a smudge of flour across her left cheek. And she was saying something — to you. “— hall?” She asked, with a curious gaze fixed on you. 

“Huh? Sorry — I didn’t hear that, I was - I was thinking something else, sorry” you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

 At this, a teasing smile spread on her lips. She replied with a playful lilt to her tone "I said, I hope Crookshanks didn't give you any grief, darlin', and I was wonderin' if you're the new neighbour down the hall." 

“Oh yes, I am.’’ you replied hurriedly. “I’m in 403. Which you probably already know, cus' of all the noise.” Then you registered her previous statement. “Oh, wait — his name is Crookshanks? That’s such a cute name! How old is he?” 

“He’s four!” she replied eagerly. “He’s Himalayan. And I’m Lily Evans. What’s your name, love?” she asked, walking up to you. 

It was so hard not to stare at her — she was radiant, and you realised with a start that your palms were sweaty as hell. Quickly wiping them on the back of your thighs, you extended your right hand forward as you told her your name — mostly so that you would have something to do with them, but also because she was just so pretty. Although you didn’t want to be a creep, her hands looked so soft. You realised too late that they also looked dusty. The apologetic smile on her face just made you want to cringe even more. 

"I'm terribly sorry. I was actually just whipping up some cookie dough for your welcome biscuits. Seems I've spoiled the surprise, haven't I? But I do hope you're rather fond of chocolate chip! It's one of my specialties, you know." she winked. 

In your opinion, if you fainted, at that moment, it would be completely valid. The little nicknames, the supposed flirting (you hoped), and that wink? It was a surprise you were still standing straight. It took you a few seconds to find your voice again. “Oh, you didn’t have to, you know? But also thanks a lot. Crookshanks and his owner both definitely know how to give a warm welcome.” That was brave. And also slightly lame, in your opinion. But it seemed to have its desired effect or so you thought, judging by the slight twinkle in Lily’s eyes. Her body language shifted. She leaned in a bit closer and hummed playfully. "Looks like I owe thanks to my mate for leaving the door ajar as he left. Annoying as bloody hell, but it seems to have finally come in handy." 

You quirked a smile at that, hoping her close proximity didn’t mean she could feel the heat emanating off of your face. “Looks like you do, I guess. Anyway, I should get going. I’ve still got a shit ton of stuff to do and not enough time. I’ll see you — and Crookshanks, later though?” Judging by the way her smile seemed to soften around the edges, she definitely caught the hopeful tone at the end of your sentence. “Yes, you will. Fancy joining me for dinner tonight? I'm not exactly a master chef, but I reckon the gas ain't sorted yet at your place, love.” this time, her tone was quieter and she was looking directly into your eyes with a small smile. You shifted your weight to the other leg and looked to the floor, considering it. Was this a date? You desperately wanted it to be, but what if something went wrong? Then you would have to live next to her with that and it would be awkward as hell. Looking back up at her, you saw that she was waiting patiently for you to respond, and you decided to give it a shot. What will happen, will happen, right? 

“Sure.” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray the conflict you had felt. “I’d love that.” She smiled brightly and clapped her hands together, leading to a small cloud of flour enveloping the both of you. At that she grinned sheepishly and whispered “Sorry.” Guess you weren’t the only nervous one, after all."I'll see you after you're done with work, love. Just give me a shout, yeah? I’ll be waitin’." 

And with that, you left for your own flat, and the big mess that awaited you. You knew the nerves of the date — was it? — would power you to get through a majority of the work. A giddy smile on your face, you began with the Herculean tasks.

And if the exhaustion of the day seemed like a good excuse to sit a bit too close to each other on Lily’s couch while watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine after eating slightly overcooked pasta, who were you to object to that?

i hope you enjoyed it! leave a comment :) special thanks to @mxssingmemories for being an absolute angel 💖

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[mxlktxa]

𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 ‘𝘥𝘦𝘻’ 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦/𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

odessa ‘dez’ stone/junker queen, reader*

𝘤𝘸; 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐!!!, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 (𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺/𝘣𝘶𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭(𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘦𝘵𝘤), 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, (𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧) 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯-𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥

𝘸𝘤; 2.0𝘬, 10.9𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Odessa and I lay in bed together with the blankets covering our exposed forms, smiling like fools as she held me in her arms like I never thought to leave her. Those beautiful brown eyes were glued to me as per usual and I couldn’t ask for more from her.

“Didn’t know your sounds could sound even prettier when I’m the one causing the mess down there instead of that stupid toy,” her words came out soft and sweet, though she was just eating me out, calling me such vile, filthy things and treating like some fuck toy she was willing to tear apart, “Gets me going too, y’know.”

“I bet it does, perhaps you’ll let me satisfy you the way you do me soon, yes?” I questioned, “I’m not the only one who needs to be taken care of, your Majesty,” I giggled at how she rolled her eyes at the name she’s earned, sitting up with my arm keeping the blanket against me, “I feel so bad not returning the favor.”

“Feel bad a bit longer, ya numpty, it ain’t happenin’,” Odessa shook her head, peeling the blanket away from me just so she could pull at my hips, dragging me onto her lap, “Besides, I wasn’t exactly done with ya just yet.”

I looked at her eyes which were glued to my bare cunt resting just on her thigh, that hungry look in her eye becoming so very obvious by the second. I pouted at her, shaking my head and lifting myself off.

“Not until you—,”

“I wasn’t askin’,” her tone was harsh and deep, eyes narrowing at my refusal to her ‘request’, “Get ‘t riding,” thigh jerking up into my clit, I gasped at the friction, already giving in and using her thigh to please myself, “Atta girl, good job, bunny.”

Every bump and curve on her muscular limb was enough to just get my mind racing let alone slowly get that tight feeling in my stomach going already. I loved it when she would just sit and watch me pleasure myself but the fact that she would just sit and chuckle whenever I would let a moan slip out made me wanna strangle her. If I could get her to walk in my shoes I would, but she won’t let me.

“Look at ya. You’d do anything I ask of you, and you look so fuckin’ pathetic doin’ so,” there it was, the shit-talking she always threw into our intimacy, “I can’t believe you’re still all wet for me, after everything we just did?” her hand came down on my waist, thumb rubbing small circles against my skin, “Talk to me, yeah?”

“M’gonna fuckin’ strangle you, Odessa,” I whined at her as the friction between her and I was getting to feel so blissful, “But I love you so,” I continued rocking my hips against her, throwing my head back just a bit, Odessa taking that as an invitation to place sweet kisses against me, thinking I wouldn’t notice the blade that came in contact with my stomach.

“What’s it like? Being the most beautiful woman in this world, huh? Then being treated like you’re nothing. Keep goin’. Just until you hit that little high note I love so much.”

“Yes, your majesty,” I chuckled through my little whimpers and whines. The tip of the blade was really nerve-wracking but such a turn-on, oddly enough. Being there and begging to break the skin but of course, this merciful being refused to let it do just that. I winced at the sudden biting that had commenced on my collar bones, hand retreating to her shoulders while a chuckle emitted from the Queen.

“M’gonna—, please, s—so close,” the knot in my stomach was almost unbearable, making me squeeze my legs around the one I had been grinding on, “Need you so bad.”

“And this is just the first stop,” a brutal strength clasped my hips, damn near forming the bruises that were meant to make an appearance later in the night, “I’m not lettin’ ya off easy at the start. You’ve got a little more screentime before the grand finale,” Odessa had ripped the blade from me and me off of her thigh, pushing me to the side so she could grab both my ankles to place them on her shoulders.

“Dez, please,” she looked at me with a nasty look, scoffing before ruthlessly inserting three fingers into my sopping cunt.

“Sing for me, darl, I need to hear that pretty little voice.”

“Eat shit, god, I hate you,” I cried, reaching down for her wrists to stop her. I suppose that set her off because she gave me a light slap before pointing a finger at me.

“Keep those hands to yourself. We don’t want nothin’ crazy goin’ on, now do we?” Odessa lowered her tone, fingers pumping faster now to draw more cries from me, “Atta girl. Behave yourself and we won’t have any trouble,” her shit-eating grin came into play as well as that stupid fucking blade again.

I could feel myself squeezing around her fingers as she curled her fingers inside all while increasing her pace, getting me close to finishing once more. I attempted to stop myself from showing any signs of doing so in order for me to get myself off. But, of course, she ripped her fingers from me, shaking her head.

“Dessa, please,” at this point I was ready to cry, voice cracking getting out of hand now, “What— what are you doing?” I sat up to see the tall muscular woman smirking at me as she lay down with a chuckle, “Dez?”

“C’mon, pretty girl,” her hands grazed her face so quickly, it was almost like it didn’t happen, “Sit up on your throne, yeah?”

“Oh, you’re gonna fucking get it,” I squealed in excitement, doing exactly as I was told to. I swung a leg over her to prop myself down on those pretty lips only to unleash a crazy moan mixed with a laugh. Her hands gripped my thighs, keeping me hoisted down and tongue swirling around like crazy, having a grand time, “Holy shit! Odessa, I love you, I love this, I love us!” I whined in the hot, humid air, both our nails digging into each other's thighs out of pleasure.

It was hard to do so smoothly, but my eyes traveled to her own bare cunt, mind trying to decide if I should rebel against her wishes of not pleasuring her or just do it as a huge ‘fuck you’. Can you guess which option I chose? Bet you can.

I started off easy, running my hand down her abs as a coverup. I didn’t wanna reveal what I was doing right off the bat. Her swirls and added moans made it so hard for me to really concentrate but I managed to surprise her with two fingers slipping into her, gaining a buck from her hips and a frustrated grunt. A sinister snicker came out of me, pumping my fingers in and out as fast as I could with a good rhythm, kissing her inner thighs every time she bucked into me.

“Doesn’t it just feel so good, Dezzy?” I questioned, leaning my chest flat on her abs to lower my lips down to her cunt, licking along her folds before sucking on that sensitive nub of hers, “Now, I wanna hear you sing,” at that time we were both just getting mouthfuls of each other, moaning and huffing, waiting to see who would come undone first.

We kept at this for about five minutes— of course, not continuously, both of us had a few breathers—, biting each other's legs every now and again, pinching or slapping, and lots of digging our nails into each other which drew blood here and there. I wasn’t a thousand percent sure, but Odessa seemed close to unraveling. She had to keep stopping herself from squeezing my head between her thighs, hips now moving relentlessly, and her grunts were mainly now cries of pleasure and a hitch in both action and breath.

Odessa muffled something into me, hands tapping on me as if to tap out and pause our little game. I quit my actions, lifting myself up and looking back at her, “Everything okay back there?” I giggled.

“Get on your back,” she snarled, an intimidating, hungry look and tone was used, my mind forcing me to oblige and quiet myself down, “You want me to finish with you so bad? We’re doin’ it my way.”

Finish? Had Odessa finally agreed to let me pleasure her? Even if it is in ‘her way’, I was just excited that I’d finally get to experience her lovely vocals and expressions when she’s got that little knot in her stomach snapping.

I supported myself on my own elbows, watching as she maneuvered herself to have both dripping cunts now in contact the slight friction making us both sigh in satisfaction. For a second, we both just stared at the predicament we were in before Odessa suddenly started grinding her hips into mine. I decided to compete with her, trying to grind harder rather than focus on speed.

Both bundles of nerves would clash together sending a nice shock throughout our bodies. Her whines turned back into huffs and swearing, running her hand to my thigh and chuckling, “I’m surprised you ain’t tried to punch me in the face, darl. I know how much ya hate when I edge ya,” she spoke with venom in her tone, like she was egging me to hit her.

“F—fuck you,” was all I could spit out, throwing my head back as I started feeling overstimulated and unsteady, “I just wanna—, fuck, yes, fuck! Dez, please! I’ve been good.”

“You? Good?” she barked out a laugh, panting and somehow pushing herself onto me even further, “You’re nothin’ but a little brat. All your little attitudes and unreasonable bickering don’t seem to be you on your best behavior, little rabbit.”

“You’ve been especially cruel! Leaving me in the middle of the night for some stupid raid! Not letting me know when you’re off to fight and then coming back nearly torn to shreds!” I argued back.

Odessa and I continued our altercation through occasional glares and trying to overpower one another. That only ended up with her winning and managing to get on top of me and pace herself. Tears were begging to be let out and we both grew louder and louder by the second, signaling we both were close to our euphoric highs.

The room was way too humid, and our skin was sticky from the combination of the sweat, humidity, and our own juices mixing together. That itty bitty tightness in my stomach had finally popped alongside Odessa’s, the room filled with such gorgeous moans and pants. But she didn’t stop there she kept going, getting every bit of satisfaction out of the both of us. I covered my mouth to muffle my cries as Odessa let her roars free.

“You filthy fuckin’ girl, what would you ever do without me, hm? Where would you be, what would you be doing if it weren’t for me?”

“Stop! Odessa, I can’t, I can’t, just stop it!” writhing beneath her only increased the overstimulation, “I’m done! Vanilla!” I cried out. Dez quit everything, hovering over me, plenty of kisses placed on my forehead while whispering a soft ‘I’m sorry' to me.

She lay next to me once more, holding me in her arms while still apologizing to me. Catching my breath, I curled into her, still whining and wincing.

“I’m sorry, princess.”

“Mm-mm, it’s my fault. I egged you on,” I muttered, “But earlier… I was truly complaining about you leaving me alone and coming back all bruised and beaten.”

“Figured. Suppose your attitudes and bickering are justified.”

Odessa and I were now silent, slowly drifting asleep without anything to cover us. Smiling like a fool, I hid my face in her chest, placing gentle kisses, “I love you, Dez.”

Her arms brought me impossibly closer, making me feel safe and happy, “I love you too. Ya pain the ass.”

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[chaosandmarigolds]

Husband! Simon Riley, who doesn't get flirting at this point in your relationship-

"Hey, handsome, how was your day?"

Simon would just casually look up from his tea, confused beyond his mind, "...same ol' same ol'." He grows more confused as you move to stand in front of him and trail your hands over his chest as your wrap your arms around his neck. "Hi."

"Hi, my lovely husband-"

"Have you 'een drinking?"

You frown, face falling as soon as he speaks, "No. I'm being a good wife."

"You've been a great wife for the past two years, did you drink right now though?"

"No??"

"Why-why all the-the-"

"oh, well cause I have a crush and he's pretty cool and I want him to know that even though we've been married for like...ever, I still really like him and think he is super hot."

Simon blinks, "You're trying to seduce me."

"No. being sweet. Seducing is just an after thought."

(I dunno. but anyyyyway thats it <33 feedback and comments mean the world to me <3

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[dragoncarrion]

Starscream x Shy!Smolbean!Human!reader

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Starscream: "ewwwww"

he squashes you like a bug

#shortext #THIS IS IRONIC THIS IS IRONIC IRHGGHGHGHGR #inspired by some ace att.orney post i saw of like. guy xfem reader. he leaves oyu for a man