#I still can’t get over how sick her back tattoo is

[cowgirlcherrie]

☆ WISHFUL THINKING. loser! sbf! ellie williams headcanons

♪ 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…wishful thinking by benee

a/n: here are just some quick head-canons of loser ellie, ellie is best friends with the readers sister, basically like bbf! ellie but girls girl coded dynamic.

warnings/content: 18+ MDNI. a nsfw section. breeding kink. switch!ellie. kissing. petname usage. ellie is so loser…LOL but it intertwines with canon ellie. cursing. dirty talking. finger sucking. edging. mostly toothrotting fluff for the first section

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౨ৎ loser! Ellie owns an obscure amount of graphic tees with silly slogans on them:

“I ♡ HOT MOMS” or “I ♡ MILFS” or “BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN”

** I can’t find the post but one of my mutuals had an exact post of how she would dress…adam sandler core fr

When she gets complimented on them, she does not know how to take a compliment. When you found one of the slogans funny, your hands delicately intertwined with the fabric of her shirt as you tugged the fabric — with your phone hovering over the bolded text to take a picture – Ellie was sweating bullets beneath your touch.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie dismissed you the first time that the two of you met; she moved like a shadow whenever you were around; if you were talking in the kitchen, she would completely walk out of the room and just avoid the area. At first, you thought Ellie stopped coming around and being friends with your sister until you actively caught her turning on her heels and just heads in another direction.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie goes to your college and is a year above you but you didn’t know she was going to JSU (Jackson state university) because you thought she was planning on community, so it was a shocker to see her around campus because she actually would say hi to you or sit and chat if she wasn’t with Dina or Jesse.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie is obsessed with Jurassic Park and owns all of the DVD collections. She even has posters up on the wall that is stills from the movie and ones she was able to find with a deep dive online *cough* Reddit *cough* Facebook marketplace *cough* 

Frequently she tried to get your sister into it who gets sick of her asking–  but kept on nagging at Ellie to ask you instead, and with many dab pen hits and a quick pep talk in the bathroom, Ellie built up enough courage to ask you to watch it with her. 

The two of you bonded over having crushes on Ellie Sattler which was the first time that Ellie realized that you liked girls and she might have a shot with you.

“It’s even better to watch when you’re high because the dinosaurs are all like-…woahh”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie enjoys it’s always sunny in Philadelphia and parks and recreation, and would definitely enjoy emergency intercom or just podcast-y youtube channels 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie sucks at eye contact, whenever you start talking to her she rubs at the back of her neck, and looks at her feet, twirling the necklace that’s tucked closely to her skin and her shirt. She just doesn’t stop fidgeting. Her face gets all red but she plays it off that Joel kept on turning the heater on when there was no need for it.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie wears flat-brim vintage hats, especially some with corduroy fabric, and apart from her standard arm tattoo gets silly patchwork ones, like one of a drawing she did for Joel. Has a lot of rings and especially enjoys the spinny ones.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who collects Savage Starlight comics, as always, is surprised when you tell her you found some copies in the bookstore that was actually going to get thrown away but you bargained with the owner to buy the barrel of the books because you knew she would like to have them. She gets all flustered when she realizes that you were thinking of her and it brings the craziest smile to her fast that you took enough time to remember such minuscule detail about her. 

“Do you– uh- do you want me to pay you back?”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie wakes up late all the time when she sleeps over at your house like I’m talking 11-12:30 pm and will walk around the house with messy hair, a large t-shirt and boxers, and dry drool patch on her mouth and down her cheek until she realizes she had been watched for the past few minutes by you who was scared shitless because you didn’t even she spent the night.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie in traditional Ellie fashion uses cursing as a coping mechanism when she gets nervous and doesn’t know what to say:

“I don’t fuckin’ know ask your sister”

“That’s fuckin cute… I guess”

“Oh – Fuck you!”

౨ৎ when your sister started this thing every two weeks where there is a girl’s night, she’d invite Ellie over for a sleepover and the sleepless night would be full of gossip, painting each other’s nails, drinking cheap wine that Ellie got from the gas station down the way —  primarily a self-care night, it takes a lot of convincing to get Ellie to join in but once she does, she regrets it slightly. However, she tolerates it because she can use it as an excuse just to see you and learn about what is up with your life or if you started seeing anyone.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who bitches and cries when she has a facemask on, and is hissing and spewing curses under her breath every few minutes, with a fluffy headband on that is pushing her auburn hair back, begging you to take it off; meanwhile, you are applying a clear coat on her nails because she would complain about any other color but she keeps tensing up.

“Ow! What the fuck is in this…it hurts, take it off! Take it off!”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie when the summertime rolled around, meant she would be spending way more time with you and your sister – eventually, your sister goes to the locksmith and get Ellie her own key. Ellie will be indulging in pool days with you which is a recipe for disaster

She is tripping all over the place, and terribly applied sunscreen on her face which cast a slight ghostly white cast on her face, adding to how stunned she was to see you in a swimsuit, but she couldn’t look away and caught herself wandering her eyes to places she probably shouldn’t have. 

Underwater kiss! Underwater kiss! 

But she tries to play it off and acts like it never even happened the next day. But when Ellie closed her eyes all she could feel was your wet lips on hers, as the two of you were grabbing at each other and the way for a second time slowed down and all she could feel was the movement of the water and your hands on her skin.

When she applied sunscreen wrong and asks you to fix it for her, gets so embarrassed as you rub your hands over her face to moisturize the sunscreen into her face, but every time she opens her eyes she just sees the view of your boobs in the bikini you are wearing and just squeezes her eyes shut. Visibly pretends to bite her fist when you’re done

౨ৎ loser! Ellie 100% asking strangers on Reddit how to confess for you with crazy ass headlines, 

F(22) IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S SISTER F(21) ADVICE? If a girl’s arm lingers on you for too long does it mean she likes you? (F) Good pick-up lines that aren’t cringy for gays only…please How much does astrology and birth chart compatibility really matter? 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie splits her sandwiches with you and gives you a jacket when you are cold because even though she asks you a million times and you said no each time she asked. She still brings a jacket just for you — and how she would scold you for not bringing one. (all out of love though)

“You fucker! I knew you would be cold, see this is why I said to bring a jacket” 

Pretends to be angry but really she was waiting for this moment.

Eventually, you build a collection, having 3 of Ellie’s jackets in your room, which was Ellie’s subtle excuse to be able to talk to you. 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie doesn’t hesitate to pick you up from an on-campus party, and her heart shatters when you are crying because you had a shitty night and you don’t want her to tell your sister. Takes you to whatever fast food is open at that hour even if that means she’d have to drive 30 minutes extra just to make you smile.  

“Shh…sweetheart terrible nights happen it’s okay”

“Are you hungry?…cuz’ like I’m fuckin hungry” Ellie whispers amidst a thick awkward silence, mentally cringing and wanting to bang her head on the steering wheel as she grips the wheel until her knuckles turn white.

Suddenly becomes good with comforting people when it comes to you, but anyone else – the spinny wheel of death appears above her head as she struggles to formulate a good sentence. 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who hates when you bring up anyone you start talking to or that you are going out with, will sit there with her fist tight and jaw clenched whispering to you:

“There are people who can treat you way better”

And by people she really means herself. 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who set off the fire alarm once by accident because she was hotboxing in her room with Jesse and Dina and almost got a dean’s office summons and tried to blame it on the neighbors next door. 

౨ৎ loser! Ellie when Ellie tells your sister that she likes you, your sister makes the most disgusted face at her, but becomes Ellie’s wing-woman and kinda tells Ellie all of your likes and dislikes, which Ellie has a whole page in her journal with facts about you. 

“can I have your blessing to uh…date your um, fuck sorry your sister?”

“ellie please shut up I’m gonna throw up”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie has pictures of michael cera as her icons on every form of social media.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie gets flustered easily over indirect kisses, like sharing food or sharing drinks, and suddenly she becomes so hyperaware. 

nsfw 𖦹⋆彡🫧꩜♪⋆

౨ৎ When Ellie started having more than just friendly feelings for you…her whole demeanor changed, the tension was so thick it could cut with a sharp knife. Subtle touches suddenly had more meaning and her body felt like someone lit a match with gasoline dripping from her body and set her aflame. 

౨ৎ after an accidental confession that leads to the two of you dating, lewd thoughts from the shadow of her brain came after and she couldn’t control it — initially was too embarrassed to tell you and had nights where she would just walk to the bathroom and try her best to get off in the shower but it only got her so far before it wasn’t helping or doing enough and at this point she needed to actually touch you

౨ৎ That time she slept over and was sleeping on your couch, hoodie on her body with the hood up covering her face, blankets falling off of her body giving a full view of her sleep boxer shorts. When you walked by to go grab a drink of water around 3 am you could hear her moaning your name in your sleep.

౨ৎ is one of those people who seem bashful, sparky, and innocent throughout the day but in the sheets is the biggest freak ever, she becomes another level of unholy.

౨ৎ a breeding kink! Definitely owns one of the squirting dildos because she loves to watch the way liquids drip out of you when she’s done, will sit back pulling at your folds with her fingers with the shit-eating grin on her face that reads I did that 

“Look at you~” “all fucked out for me” Ellie speaks coly and in between breaths as her head reaches down to put kisses all over your face.

౨ৎ Ellie likes to see how much she can get away with, smacks your ass, pulls you back by your belt loop, sticks her hand way too far up your thigh, moans high pitched in your ear during public settings 

౨ৎ falls asleep with her hand on your boobs, god forbid she’s having a nightmare, she starts squeezing them in the midst of it. 

౨ৎ makes dick jokes talking about some:

“My pullout game is not weak thank you very much, if that was the case we would have had a lot of children already”

When listening to rap music that goes into heavy description about fucking humps the air sometimes to the lyrics...not elaborating she's hella immature LOL 

౨ৎ The minute the two of you go out and one of your friends says how she is a simp and how you have all the control in the situation, Ellie will make sure you know that she indefinitely has the upper hand. It’s like a switch flips in her head she gets so ruthless and so mean, she doesn’t want you to forget it either and fucks you until you can’t think

You will be moaning and clawing at her back as she pounds in a rhythmic motion in and out of you, her mouth would get so filthy, smirking as her fingers rub over your lips as she slips her thumb in for you to suck,

“but …do your friends know that you cry like this under me? that you look so pathetic under me?”

“Who’s in charge again cuz’ I fuckin’ know it’s not you”

“Are you cumming? Oh no you don’t…let me see you” “What if I just stopped right now?”

Likes to edge you, no doubt.

౨ৎ a switch likes to be topped or touched but also likes to be the top

౨ৎ whimpers whenever you touch her like a puppy, her eyes get glassy and her face gets red as she lets out low mewls of your name, and suddenly it’s like you’re an angel hovering over her and your touch is an addictive drug that she never wants to stop having.

౨ৎ  Overall just the best girlfriend ever, with a combination of silliness and fun in one, a big ol’ dork that is really just obsessed with you.

© cowgirlcherrie

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[star-girl69]

Apocalypse

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: a day of capture the flag, and clarisse finds out you’re ashamed of your scars.

a/n: love love love love love also from this ask

Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

warnings: shitty ending but IDC!!!!!!!, hurt/comfort, more hurt/comfort, god i need to be put down, insecure y/n, scars and all that stuff, possessive clarisse, protective clarisse, soft clarisse, probs ooc clarisse, yeah, swearing, mentions of food, mac n’ cheese is y/n’s fav but you can just pretend if you’re a weirdo and don’t like mac n’ cheese, tell me if i missed anything!!

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“I don’t get it,” he laughs. “How can you be a daughter of Aphrodite and still have those ugly scars all over you?”

You pretend like you don’t hear him, leaning your head back against the tree, staring up at the blue sky through the gaps.

Him and his two friends have been teasing you the entire 20 minutes you’ve been tied up to this tree, captured by the blue team.

That was horribly embarrassing, but you were doing your best to ignore it- instead doing your best to pray to whatever God would listen that Clarisse would win for the red team.

It’s just plain stupid. He’s been saying the same thing over and over again for 20 minutes- can he at least come up with something original?

Besides, you don’t see where he gets off from this. It’s not like you give any reaction, or even look at him. The most you give him is the occasional squeeze of your hands- imagining his neck under them.

“Maybe she’s forsaken you,” he hums, kicking at your limp leg.

You finally look up at him. You’re sitting on the ground, arms at your sides, back pressed to the tree and rope digging tightly into your chest.

“Maybe your mother gave up on you after the second scar,” he says, staring straight into your eyes. “And then you’ve just gotten uglier and uglier ever since.”

You have scars all over your body. Clarisse has them too, and she shows them off proudly, a dramatic story for each one. You have a horrible memory, so you don’t remember all of them- but the tiny one on your jawline is from you accidentally tripping with scissors in your hand as a kid.

Clarisse had laughed hysterically when you told her about that one, pulling you closer when you pouted, saying something about how she was going to carry all scissors for you in the future.

The one on your collarbone is from sparring gone awry. Clarisse likes to kiss that one- it’s silvery smooth, she says some bullshit about how it feels like your lips.

The big one on your arm is from some clawed monster getting a bit too close to you- slashing at your arm and leaving a permanent tattoo of your failure to kill the monster. Or at least successfully run away.

Then, there’s all the tiny ones you can’t remember.

The boy, you seriously don’t even know his name, looks at you. There’s fire in his eyes, he wants a fight, but you won’t give him one. Especially not when your stomach squeezes inside of you in a way that makes you feel like you might throw up.

The conch mercifully blows, even as you feel sick- you don’t want to let his words effect you. But you just can’t help it.

He gives you an odd look, like he’s contemplating just leaving you out there- but eventually releases you. You stand up, dusting yourself off, grabbing your sword from where it was discarded on the ground.

“Good game!” you say, smiling brightly, but you can’t even pretend to be nice to him, so it tapers off into a laugh. He glares at you, but you’re already jogging through the woods, eager to see Clarisse again.

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The blue flag waves proudly above a sea of orange camp t-shirts and red helmets, so you smile widely and skip down to the beach. Your team has formed this huge pit of people, everyone congratulating each other, shouting and celebrating. You stick your sword in the sand as you head into it- one person on your mind.

“Clarisse!” you shout, heading straight towards the middle. “Clarisse!”

She actually rips apart two people hugging to meet you.

“Baby!” she says, even when the two people give her dirty looks, pushing past them and into your arms. “We won!” she giggles, kissing your cheek.

“I know,” you smile, digging your face into her neck. She holds you there for just a moment, hand on the back of your head, relishing in the feeling of her girlfriend running to her after a long day.

“Are you tired?” she fusses, squeezing your waist. “What happened? Did you get hurt? I knew I should have made you stay with me-”

“No, Clar,” you laugh, taking your face out of the hiding spot that is her neck and pressing your noses together. “I got captured,” you sigh.

Her fingers wind through your hair.

She scans the crowd, like she might just beat up any random member of the blue team.

“If they don’t learn to not fucking touch you I am going to make them learn.”

“Guard dog,” you tease her.

“And?” she says, leaning down to kiss the scar she loves kissing, right at the beginning of your collarbone. It makes you freeze. “You love it,” she mumbles against your skin.

You can’t think of an answer.

When you stay silent, she looks up at you, confusion in her face.

“What? You look… sad. Did something happen? What aren’t you telling me?”

“N-nothing,” you breathe, because it’s just embarrassing to know you let his words get to you like this.

“You can tell me anything,” she says, searching your eyes.

“I know.”

The conch blows, making you jump at the sudden loud noise. “Lunch!” someone shouts, and Clarisse settles for just grabbing your hand, walking with you back to camp.

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You stop by your cabins first, taking off your armor and switching into clean camp shirts. You hesitate for a second, but eventually put on a thin long-sleeved shirt under the orange.

You take extra care in reapplying your makeup, making sure to cover the scar on your collarbone and your jaw, and once everything is as covered as it’s gonna get you set out.

Clarisse is waiting for you outside the Aphrodite cabin, smiling as you open the door, applying lipstick with one hand. She grabs your hand and helps you down the steps, admiring the way you’re so intensely focused on getting the perfect lip, even without a mirror.

It’s not like you have to try very hard, but still.

“I don’t mind waiting a second longer,” she says, bringing you closer by the waist as you tube the lipstick and stick it in your pocket.

“You’re a hungry demon after capture the flag.”

“Yeah,” she says, not really trying to deny it.

You smile and lean against her, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

“Oh, do I look pretty now?” she asks, rubbing in the lipstick that came off onto her lips.

“Always,” you smile.

Her eyes focus in on the green sleeves pulled up to your wrists.

“It’s, like, 100 degrees, baby. You’re gonna boil.”

You frown and shake your head. “No, it’s not that bad. I’m cold.”

She looks at you oddly, but seems to begrudgingly accept it, hand against your forehead as she brushes your hair back. You make it into the buffet style line for lunch, grabbing plates, Clarisse quickly piling hers with a cheeseburger and a hot dog, making you laugh.

“You’re so hungry, all the time,” you mutter when she gives you a dirty look.

“I work out all the time,” she glares. She flexes her arm. “All of this takes a lot of work.”

You stare at her muscles peeking out from just under her sleeves, biting your lip as you quickly look away. She smiles brightly.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought. You love these muscles, don’t judge me.”

You make your way down the line, scanning the trays of food.

“Ooh,” Clarisse coos, “They have your fave, pretty thing.”

She scoops probably the biggest portion of mac n’ cheese you’ve ever seen in your life, slapping it onto your plate with a smile.

You gape at the now almost empty tray, remembering the still long line behind you. Hopefully there’s another one somewhere.

“Clarisse, we should save some for everyone else.”

She seems actually confused by that statement.

“Uh, yeah, no. My girl gets the best.”

“Clarisse-” but you’ve reached the end of the line and she heads off to a table. You follow her, begrudgingly, because you really do covet this mac n’ cheese like it’s ambrosia.

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By the time the night rolls around, you’ve retreated into the blankets of your bed, feeling much safer completely covered up. You’re supposed to be going to the bonfire- all of your siblings have come over and bugged you at least once about going, but you’ve refused them all.

Finally, all of your siblings leave in their pretty but revealing outfits- after today, you don’t think you could ever wear something like that again.

The door to your cabin creaks open.

“Y/N?”

You make a mumbled sound in the back of your throat that’s supposed to resemble “I’m here” but Clarisse is already walking over to you and pulling the blanket off of you.

“Silena told me you were staying back. Why?”

You pull the blanket back up over yourself.

“I’m jus’ tired.”

“Okay…” she says, sitting down on the bed. She puts her warm hand to your forehead. “Are you sick? Do you have a headache?”

“No, Clar, I’m fine.”

“I’m confused,” she huffs. “You love the bonfires. Something is obviously wrong, why won’t you tell me?”

“I’m just tired, Clarisse, that’s all.”

“Fine,” she says. “I can be tired too.”

She kicks off her shoes and climbs into bed with you, under the blankets, chest pressed against your back.

“I’m not good at this. You know that,” she sighs after a second. “And I wish I was. But I do know something’s wrong. And I really don’t know for the life of me what it is, but I really want to know. I really want to help you.”

She traces her fingertips up and down your arms, tracing over the silvery scar from the monster- and you involuntarily jerk away.

“Oh,” she says. She’s painfully observant. She notices everything. She notices you pulling away when she touches your scars. “Your scars.”

Tears well in your eyes before you can stop them.

“W-when I got captured, this boy kept teasing me. And I tried not to let it bother me, I tried not to give him a reaction… but I just- what if I’m not worthy of my mother anymore? It’s embarrassing. I know. But I…”

“Who the fuck said that to you?”

She sits up, eyes blazing, like she can just imagine it and whoever hurt you will suddenly feel her wrath.

You turn around so you’re facing her, laughing.

“I don’t even know his stupid name,” you mutter.

She looks down at you, at the tears spilling from your pretty eyes.

“I’ll kill him later,” she mumbles, settling back down and kissing the corner of your cheek. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, baby. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’ve never met your mother, of course, so I can say that without getting us both struck down by doves, or something.”

You swat her chest.

“I’ll kill you with doves, watch me.”

She hums. “Probably. Okay, stop. You’re getting me off topic.”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m not good with my words,” she whispers. “But I hope I show you everyday that you are the only woman I have eyes for. This is, like, really embarrassing… but I’ve planned out our entire lives together. We’re gonna go to to college in Arizona by my mom, we’ll have an apartment off-campus, and after we graduate we’ll get married. I really wanna be married to you. And I don’t care if that’s cheesy, I just really want you to look at the ring I’ll give you and be able to feel all my love. Besides, if you ever want to get away from me, it’ll be a hell of a lot harder.”

“I would never wanna get away from you, Clar,” you smile. “It’s not embarrassing. I wanna go to college in Arizona. I wanna marry you.”

“Good, because you didn’t really have a choice,” she smiles.

“And you’re plenty good with your words.”

“Yeah… okay, I guess. But let me show you, too.”

“What does that even-”

She shuts you up by kissing your lips.

“I love your lips. I love how soft they are, and how they feel so perfect against me.”

She kisses your cheek.

“I like your cheeks for the same reasons.”

Your temple, your forehead, your nose.

“Same reasons,” she smiles.

Finally she ends up at your jawline. She rubs over the scar, taking concealer and foundation with the pad of her thumb.

“And I love this scar. It looks kind of like a C, so everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Freak,” you huff, and she doesn’t have to say it. You both know you love it.

She kisses your neck and talks about how she loves the way you get mad at her for leaving hickeys, the dedication you pour into covering them up before you eventually decide it’s too much effort and let them show.

She kisses the scar on your collarbone.

“I like putting my head here, right under your chin. I can feel your pulse. I can hear you swallow, too, which is weird but also soothing.”

She kisses from your shoulder and down to your arm, skimming past the scar. She kisses the back of your hand and your fingertips.

“I love it when you braid my hair, or just put your hands in my hair for… other reasons.”

“Freak,” you mumble again. “You’re just obsessed with kissing me.”

“True,” she hums, kissing back up to your scar. “I don’t have anything poetic to say about this one. It’s just fucking badass. I mean, you got it when you were 12- you survived what most have been something truly monstrous to leave a scar like this, and that’s all you get? Most of the kids here would have died. Even the ones our age. And you escaped when you were only 12.”

You smile like a lovesick fool. The apocalypse could be going on outside, and you would just be here with Clarisse.

“In conclusion, your beauty is actually life changing. I mean, have you seen me? I become a total softie, just for you. And it’s all because I like seeing that pretty smile on your gorgeous face. But you frown pretty, too, which I didn’t even know was possible- so I win either way.”

You smile and put your hand on her face, kissing her softly.

“Thank you, Clar. For always taking care of me, and reassuring me…”

“It’s quite literally my job,” she smiles. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.”

“You don’t even trust me, Little Miss Makes-My-Plate-For-Me.”

She laughs and presses her head under your chin, her hair tickling your skin, pressing a kiss to your scar.

“It’s my job,” she smiles. “As your girlfriend and future wife.”

“I love you, Clarisse,” you whisper, a secret just for the two of you. Nothing can have you here. No pain, no suffering.

“I love you too,” she says. “I love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful girl.”

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the kid who bullied you walking around with a big ass scar on his cheek the next day 😍😍😍😍😍 no….. no clarisse did not cut him with her spear….. ofc not….

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[wordsbyrian]

Divine - Kelley O'Hara x Reader

Summary: Request was along the lines of Kelley x Reader where R is like divinely attractive. like the sun always hits her perfectly and everybody is in love with her. maybe she catches her teammates watching edits of her?

A/N: it was a request and then it was on the poll from ages ago and then i told @wosobullshit that i would write it so yeah. ta-da!

No one on the team is really sure how you do it.

It seemed like no matter what was going on around you, you managed to look perfect at all times, at least in your girlfriend’s opinion.

Doesn’t matter if you just finished running the beep test, or played a full 90 in a torrential downpour, or had just rolled out of bed for one reason or another. You always looked like you just stepped out of the pages of a sports magazine, even when you were forced to wear the hideous Portland jerseys.

The thing is, your girlfriend, Kelley, can’t even explain it but she’s more than willing to stand and stare and enjoy the view.

Currently, she and the rest of the team are watching as you help some of the trainers set up the cones for a drill and for some reason it seems as though no matter how you turned, you seemed to catch the light perfectly.

“Christ,” Sonny says, whistling lowly, “the fans might be right about Y/N.”

Kelley’s quick to reach out and swat at her young friend, “Hands off Sonnett.”

“I’m just looking.”

“No looking either!”

Unfortunately for Kelley (and the rest of the team) her voice travels just enough to be heard by the coaching staff, who are quick to rush them onto the field to get practice started.

Throughout practice, you do feel more eyes on you then normal but you brush it off as the training staff wanting to keep an extra close eye on you since you were still bouncing back from an injury. Of course, you noticed Kelley staring but that isn’t really anything new as you catch her staring at all hours of the day.

There’s also the cameras that feel like they're constantly on you. Which is weird to you but you push through and get on with the drills.

That afternoon when everyone has been loaded back onto the bus and you’re on your way back to the hotel, you notice the eyes on you again and you’re also pretty sure you hear someone whispering about the vein popping out on your forehead but you’re too busy arguing with Crystal to care.

“No, Y/N/N, there’s no way that you’re trying to tell me that ‘Hit Em Up’ is a better diss track than ‘No Vaseline,’” Crystal says, “‘No Vaseline’ is the diss track.”

A very important topic of conversation.

You shake your head fiercely before speaking, “Pac started the song by saying and I quote ‘that’s why i fucked your bitch you fat motherfucker’ then ended it by making fun of Prodigy for having Sickle Cell. Cube didn’t say anything that brutal.”

“Cube also didn’t need 3 of his friends to back him up in his beef,” Crys shoots back.

“He was beefing with the dudes that helped make him famous! HE DIDN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS LEFT TO BACK HIM UP!”

The two of you have been having this argument on and off for weeks. Always over the same two songs and there is no doubt in your mind that your teammates are sick of hearing it. Especially the ones that have to put with you in POrtland and with the national team.

“Helped make him famous?!”

“Yes!”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes!”

The two of you are both leaning across the aisle, glaring at each other at this point, faces so close together that anyone else would’ve found it uncomfortable but the two of you had grown up together and as such were unfazed by it.

Out of the corner of your eye, before you or Crystal could continue, you noticed Kelley and Sonnett sitting in the back row glancing at a phone, then back at you, then back to the phone before giggling.

“I’ll get back to you in a second, Dunny, this isn’t over,” you say before getting up and heading towards your girlfriend.

It's not that hard for her to spot you coming, being in a confined space and all. The whole tall and tattooed thing you have going isn’t really beneficial to sneaking up on people either. BUt your height is currently working in your favor because it means you can easily see the way both Kelley and Emily scramble to hide the phone (and its screen) from your view.

“Hi, baby,” Kelley says when you reach them and drop into the seat across from them.

“Yeah, ‘hi baby’” Sonny mimics, earning an elbow to the gut from her fellow Georgian.

“That’s not suspicious at all,” you mumble under your breath. “Anyway, I was wondering if the two of you troublemakers made any plans for tomorrow or if I’ll actually be able to hang out with my girlfriend at some point this camp.”

“You can have her, Y/N/N, I’ve been trying to get rid of her days,” Emily jokes.

Laughing at the offended look on Kelley’s face, you press a kiss to the side of her head before heading back to argue with Crystal.

The next day, you and Kelley are basically attached at the hip, or more accurately, the hand with the way she’s been dragging you from place to place the entire time.

And now after much convincing (read: whining) from you, you’ve finally got her to agree that a nap is a good use of your afternoon.

There’s only one issue…

“Babe, the key to a successful nap is having your eyes closed.”

“My eyes are closed.”

“They aren’t,” you say.

“How do you know my eyes aren’t closed? You’d have to have your eyes open to tell.”

“I can tell,” you say, still not opening your eyes, “because I can always tell when you’re looking at me. Even in the world’s most crowded room, the feeling of your eyes on me is unlike any other. So close them so I can sleep.”

A soft kiss is placed on the underside of your chin and there’s a bit of shuffling as Kelley tries to get comfortable. You let her squirm for about 30 seconds before you tug her firmly against you.

“Yea that’s enough of that,” you say. “And for love of God, stop staring at me.”

“You say the sweetest things to me when you’re tired.”

“Mhmm, love you too. It’s time to go night-night now.”

“That’s the tone you use with Charlie,” Kelley’s voice is indignant.

“Shhh, it’s time to go night-night.”

There’s some grumbling from the older woman but you ignore her in favor of going to sleep.

When you wake up from your nap, Kelley is nowhere to be found which isn’t very surprising. Luckily you know exactly where to find her or so you thought.

The walk to Sonny and lIndsey’s room is a quick one but you get turned away at the door by LIndsey who tells you that neither Frat Daddy is inside. She tells you that they said something about the social media team but you instantly decide you want nothing to do with that.

So instead you head off to find your best friend.

Marcel.

But to find him you need to find his mother, an easy task especially when all you have to do is follow the music. Which leads you down the hallway to the room where the PTs are set up.

Walking in, you’re not surprised to see Crystal on one of the tables getting a massage, while Lynn plays with Marcel on the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Uncle sitting on the other table getting her hands looked at, but you don’t pay any attention to that. Instead you walk in and pick your little homie up.

“Hey,” Lynn calls out.

“Sorry Lynnie,” you say, “Marcel and I have some very important business to discuss.”

“He’s one!”

“Gracie’s corner is incredibly serious stuff, Williams. Crys, I’ll come find you when he needs a diaper change.”

You hear small chuckles from Lyss and the trainers but you’re mostly focused on the way Crystal grumbles her breath while shoo-ing you out of the room.

As you leave you can just mak e out the voice of one of the trainers saying, "It's like she doesn't even know she's doing it."

Whatever that means.

You spend the next 30 or so minutes wandering around the hotel, alternating between letting the toddler run ahead of you and carrying him while he mushes his fingers against your face, babbling on about whatever 1 year olds like. You make sure to respond when he pauses, wow-ing or asking him simple questions to encourage him to continue.

Eventually, the two of you make your way down to the conference room that’s been converted to a common area for the team.

The amount of heads that immediately turn to face you makes you slightly nervous and the nerves only worsen when you see Kelley and Sonnett once again shoving their phones behind their backs.

Rolling your eyes, you go and ploop yourself and Marcel down next to Charlie, finding the company of the two toddlers more entertaining than that of your teammates. 

Unnoticed by you though, both of the kids' mothers as well as a member of the social media team taking photos of the three of you. There’s also a few unheard comments directed at Kelley that may or may not have something to do with baby fever.

Life at camp continues in the same manner for the next few days with you going about your business while your girlfriend, her goofball friend, and the social media team continue to act strangely.

It all comes to a head one day after training.

The media manages to corner you before you get on the bus and they ask you to react to a few tiktoks that fans have made about you.

It takes you all of 3 seconds before you realize what you’re watching.

“Are all of these thirst edits of me,” you gasp, not removing your gaze from the screen. “This one is captioned: I’d let Y/N Y/L/N tie me. NEVERMIND!”

You manage to get through the next 5 minutes.

You stutter and blush and sweat your way through all 5 but you manage to make it through.

Not all the videos are as sexual as the first one, some feature clips of you with Marcel and Charlie but it still makes you very very uncomfy.

When you get on the bus, you’re greeted by the sight of most of the team grinning at you like maniacs, clearly already knowing what just happened.

“Who’s idea was that,” you ask, still standing up front.

No one speaks, so you groan before beginning to trudge your way to your normal seat across from Crystal.

On your way you notice the way both Kelley and Sonny can’t seem to hold back their giggles, so you pass your normal seat and go and sit with them instead.

“The two of you aren’t nearly as funny as you seem to think you are,” you say, dropping into Kelley’s lap.

“But we really are,” Sonnet laughs while poking you in the back.

“Yea it’s not our fault that the entire internet thinks you’re divine. I’m not going to be the one who argues with them.” Kelley leans up to press a kiss to your cheek but pouts when you lean away then stand up. “I love you,” she tries.

“Love you too.”

#woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt fanfic #uswnt x reader #kelley o'hara imagine #kelley o'hara x reader

[lasciviouspoison]

my first full length smut fic! this shit took weeks to edit ngl, but it was worth it. with that being said, there are probably still some mistakes so excuse those, lol. tw: breeding, eren calls himself “daddy”, word “mommy” is used, reader and eren are extremely (heavy emphasis on extremely) frustrated. not a tw, but like i always say, this is for my chubby black women, but all are free to read <3

eren has loved you for an extremely long time. he’s spoiled u, fed u, he’s even dressed you head to toe while you were sick.

yet, all of this spoiling and caring for u, does not warrant your brattiness right now.

he’s been studying tirelessly for his midterm for about 2 weeks now, finally on his last day of review before his test in a couple of days. yet, he can’t seem to focus because you keep coming in and out of your shared study every three seconds.

“‘ren, where are the extra washcloths?”

he looks up from his textbook, glasses falling off his nose a bit. you’re even dressed like a brat, skimpy little white tank top and baby pink panties. it makes his head hurt worse than the passage he’s read over 4 times now.

“there’s no way you’re asking me where fucking washcloths are right now. there’s no way.” he says with some bite to his voice. he just needs to finish these last two pages and the longer it takes him, the more it kills him.

your arms cross over your chest, pushing your bra-less chest up and exposing a bit of your chubby stomach. “does it look like i’m joking with you? where are they?”

he clenches his jaw and in a very clipped tone, he responds that they’re under the sink. you scoff slightly and walk out, making an effort to slam the door a bit harder than necessary.

he sits back in his chair and throws off his glasses, big tattooed hands wiping his face. eren knows he’s been neglecting you, and it’s killing him just as much as you. he’s tired of coming home from class too tired to touch you. he’s tired of you having to tell him to go lay down after his head rocked one too many times over his dinner plate.

he’s tired, but he’s not gonna let you act like a bitch just to get what you want. simply because it’s fucking working.

he pushes up from his desk and walks out of the study. he hears the bathroom cabinets opening, so he does everything but sprint to get there.

you peer over your shoulder at him and roll your eyes, “they weren’t under the sink. in fact, they’re all dirty cause, you know, you act like you can’t help with laundry anymore-“

erens grabbed you by the nape of your neck and brought your body close to his. you can hear his semi-heavy breathing despite still being bent over, which caused your heart to race a little. although you knew eren would never hurt you, it doesn’t mean that his pent up energy won’t go to waste.

“a couple things: one, don’t talk to me like i’m a fucking child. two, i do still help with laundry, there’s a whole basket full of folded shirts sitting on the bedroom floor that i didn’t get the chance to put away. and finally, you that cock hungry, or are you genuinely mad at me?” he finishes with a finger running up your spine, back arching at the feeling. he knows this rills you up, which is perfect for him. you don’t get to frustrate him and remain unscathed.

your eyes widened a bit, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop eren’s hand from moving. you could feel just how hard he was and it made you think that he almost had it worse than you. however, that doesn’t mean your just gonna lay here and take it.

“get the fuck off me eren” you said through tight lips. his hands now steadily making their way under your top, with you making no advances to stop him.

he bent down towards your ear as his body almost covers yours entirely, with his fingers now gently pulling at your nipples.. “you know what’s funny? you can act mad at me all you want, but this pretty pussy is never ever mad at me. maybe i should gag you and let her do the talking, at least she’s not a fucking liar” at this point, eren’s hands feel like hot coals against your body. while they slowly make their descent back down your body, you can feel your resolve slowly melting away under his touch.

before you could reply, his fingers begin to softly move along your covered slit, causing your breath to hitch. you push your hips back a little and eren gives you a breathless laugh in return.

“i know i’ve neglected you pretty baby. daddy’s really sorry, just let me make it up to you. i promise, you can have me all night if you just tell me what you really want”. sometimes, you swore that you could hear the smirk on eren’s lips.

you shook your head no and felt a soft slap to your pussy. you wanted to scream at him and tell him just how badly you missed him, but your mouth refused to open. you bit your lip once he began touching you again, attempting to coax a confession from your pretty lips.

you felt him bend over once again, this time to place small kisses behind your ear, kisses that started to travel down your neck and onto your back. the entirety of his ministrations were torture, but it was when he stopped kissing you and replaced his lips with his tongue to lick a stripe up your back that you really wanted to cave.

eren’s middle finger finally found your bare clit, the initial contact causing you to jump hard against his body. small whimpers leaving your lips as you tried to maneuver on his fingers before he stilled your movements.

“m’not doin anything more till you tell me the truth. what do you want from me baby? tell me and i’ll give it you ya”.

you try to grind against his fingers once again before a hard smack to your ass forces you to stop. his grip on your hips tightening, letting u know that he’s really gonna deprive you until you speak.

“want you to touch me ren! wan’ you to fuck me so fucking bad!” you finally scream out.

every gives you a small chuckle before his middle and index finger burry themselves into your cunt. his body almost shakes at warmth you provide. blood rushing straight to his dick, making him indescribably hard.

“that’s it baby, that’s all i wanted to hear.” he sounds breathless, almost like he’s the one that’s been getting teased.

he’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, a small squelching sound coming from your sopping pussy. your grip on the cold marble counter top has your knuckles turning white. at this point, you’re so desperate for more that your meeting his fingers half way.

with tears threatening to run down your chubby cheeks, you make pleas for more. “ren please, please gimme more. i’ll be good i promise!”

he feels so bad. you’ve never acted like this, even when the two of you were still forced to live separately on campus. the desperation in your voice is surprising him just as much as it’s surprising you.

because he knows you like it when he fucks you with his hair down, he pulls his hair from his already loosening bun and all but rips his sweats off. dick hitting his bare stomach with a heavy thud.

he takes his fingers out of you and rips those pretty pink panties off, he makes a mental note to buy you another pair.

he rubs himself between your sticky folds till his cock is shiny, hitting your clit a couple of times in the process, drawing more whines from you. all he can do is look down in awe. it’s amazing to him just how wet you get from just a couple of fingers, but who can blame u? his dick’s been throbbing for four days straight.

he finally anchors himself and spits, emitting a soft puh before he smiles. you’re such a mess underneath him and he can’t wait to make it even worse. he finally starts to push in, but your tight little cunny won’t let him in no matter how gentle he tries to be.

“lemme in baby… please lemme in” his voice is so strained it’s making u gush even more.

“i’m tryin!” you say with a pout, tears running down your face.

eren knows you’ve always been big on eye contact when the two of you fuck, it’s almost necessary… so, he hooks his fingers into the side of your mouth and forces your head to lift. finally you were able to see that tattooed chest and pretty face, and he was able to see those pretty eyes and beautiful tear stained face.

almost immediately do you loosen up and he accidentally on purpose pushes all the way in, causing the both of you to moan loudly.

“there you go baby, take it for me ya spoiled fuckin brat”. his hands have found purchase on the fatness of your hips, his grip so tight that you think he’ll bruise you. not that you’ve ever cared.

“fuckfuckfuck” is all you can say as you watch his facial expressions through the mirror. his hair is down and there’s tiny beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. he’s gone slack jawed while stroking you, a relaxed expression gracing his pretty face. no matter how many times he’s buried himself in your warm walls, he’s never gotten used to how good u feel. once his green eyes make contact with yours and that smirk graces his face, it makes u realize just how in control he is no matter how gentle he may look.

“squeezin’ me so tight baby.. u miss me that much?” he says with a breathless laugh, voice dripping with sarcasm. the both of you know that going this long without touch was both odd and frustrating. it caused the both of you to miss each other equally, hence why this could be categorized as some of the best sex you’ve ever had.

at this point, he knows you’re gonna cum soon, he can feel your walls pulsing and eren feels like his dick is gonna pop.

“g’nna cum rennie, g’nna make a mess on yo- ugh fuck!” your little hands balling into fists as he hits that spongey spot in you. you can hear just how hard he’s thrusting into you, each stroke sounding more sticky than the last. it’s making your eyes cross and toes curl.

your convinced he’s gonna kill you with that horse dick of his one day.

“let it out baby, i’ll clean it up the mess, wanna feel you cum on me.” even he’s getting whiny now, so it’s only a matter of time before you-

“-ohmygod eren!” you cum so hard that your body’s shaking and your knees are buckling. thankfully, eren’s always there to catch you.

despite chasing his own nut, he desperately wants to see you ride out your orgasm. he’s so desperate that he’s picking you up by your hips, forcing you to do small circles against his waist cause he knows it drives you crazy.

however, it doesn’t take long before he’s digging deep into you again, the force of his thrusts causing your head to bounce a little harder than intended.

“god i’m gonna cum so hard in this pretty pussy. i’m so fucking sorry i neglected you baby.. never again, god i’ll never do it again baby i promise. gonna fill you up okay? awe, you like the sound of that yeah? make you the prettiest mommy for me. promise i’ll take care of you forever. god i love you”. he’s rambling and his voice is getting rough. it’s only a matter of time before he cums.

after finding some strength, you finally look back and smile at him and that’s all it takes for eren to cum. his face screws up and his warm hands slide up your back to make you arch a little deeper. you wish you could run your fingers through his hair so badly, but you couldn’t ask for a better view of your beautiful boyfriend.

after a few moments of silence, eren finally comes down from his high with a big huff of air. gently, he spins you around so you face him. he moves your curls from out of your eyes and gives you a slow kiss on the lips, hands resting gently on your chubby, tear stained cheeks.

after a few moments of silence, he starts to speak, “i meant what i said. i’m sorry i left you alone for so long baby. i just gotta pass this test.” his eyes full of remorse.

“i know eren, i just wanted some attention… it’s really easy to miss you, even if we live together”. small smiles find both of your faces and eren finally pulls out to run the two of you a warm bath.

he strips you out of your tank top and carries you over to the tub, where he holds you tightly.

after some comfortable silence, you can’t help but look over your shoulder and ask the question that’s been plaguing your mind, “you really wanna get me pregnant?”

he looks towards the ceiling and let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “i mean, eventually yes. right now? fuck no”

the two of you fell into laughter while the smell of lavender filled your noses and achy bones were finally allowed to rest.

#eren #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager #eren smut #eren x chubby reader #eren x black reader smut #eren x y/n #damn….. i love writing for this man

[droopycoquette]

WOSO Couple Tings || Mapi Leon

(why is she the girlfriendiest girlfriend to ever girlfriend??!!?!!)

Warnings: just mapi dating headcanons, fluff, suggestive content

Word count: .5k

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-Sometimes she puts her hands in your bra when they’re cold and your whole body gets a shock before goosebumps break out all over

-she loves doing this because she can feel your nipples going from soft to hard and it's so satisfying, its also the perfect hand warmer(her words), and your boobs are so soft, she also loves the look on your face when she does this. It's usually a mixture of shocked and annoyed, however, how can you say no to a free boob massage

-You get her back with your cold feet on her back. It brings you joy to see her flinch and arch her back to get away from you. 

-tracing her tattoos when you're bored and her loving the feeling of your fingers trailing over her skin

-“I really like this one.”

-“Yo se mi vida.”

-you only getting tattoos that are designed by her and letting her give you stick and pokes. 

-You being the only one that cooks because if Mapi touches a single frying pan the whole kitchen goes up in flames(she did find a way to start a fire on the stove and, that day, Mapi learned that you can put a fire out with salt(the more you know ig))

-Her doing the dishes to make up for the fact that she can’t cook. She actually loves doing it because you usually hug her from behind the entire time

-you finding edits of her online and sending them to her, just to annoy her

-”How are you finding these?”

-”I think you look hot.”

-”You know what else is hot?”

-”Que?”

-”Hell.”

(she's sick of ur shit)

-You don’t stop though and it is the bane of her existence

-Her storage being taken up by pictures of you. You and her cat,  you eating, you sleeping, you doing dumb shit. You, you, you. She loves scrolling through the pictures when she’s bored, it brings a smile to her face every time. Her favorite one is of you sleeping in her old kit, drool rolling down your chin and leaving a wet spot on the pillow

-Her taking you to the stadium at night and teaching you different moves. You fail every time but Mapi finds it endearing

-”It’s okay hermosa, E for effort!”

-You run out of breath within 30 seconds of running and Mapi laughs at your lack of endurance. You fall onto your back, starfishing in the middle of the pitch

-”You lasted longer than last time,” she laughs.

-”Can you shut up?”

-Mapi laughing and lying down with her head next to yours. 

-When you begin to space off, Mapi rolls over and lets herself look at you. She loves the wonder in your eyes as you gaze at the sky and she wishes she had her phone with her to capture it. 

-”It’s so weird,” you start. “On TV, they make the field look so small. But in person it’s huge.”

-De verdad?”

-You nod, your eyes still wide at your realization. Mapi chuckles at your face and gets up, moving to lay next to you, and placing her head on your chest.

-If there was one thing Mapi loved most, it was being in your arms

#mapi león #mapi leon x reader #woso x reader #woso imagines #barca femeni x reader

[andvys]

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 10

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of Billy groping reader, Billy saying gross things about reader (as always), mentions of weed and alcohol, Steve’s pov!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader , Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Steve learns how to move on from the past and give the love he wanted a second try.

Word count: 5.1k

A/N: @mysticmunson thank you for helping me with ideas and being a huge inspiration as always, I love u!! 🫶🏻

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Winter break is almost over and 1984 has passed in a blur. So much has happened, things that Steve didn’t think would happen. Had someone told him that he would start a new year without you, a year back, he would call them crazy. You had always been there, walking into every year with him.

This time you are not here. You weren’t the one to kiss him at midnight. You aren’t the one he will go home with. He can’t help but wonder if you kissed him at midnight. If you think about him the way he thinks about you, right now.

He shouldn’t be. He should be thinking about her. Nancy who is willing to stay with him even after he confessed to her that he still loves you. The day after you left him standing in your driveway, he told her everything. He told her about the kiss that almost happened if you hadn’t pushed him away. He told her about the fight you two have had. He told her about the party. He came clean about everything. He promised himself that he wouldn’t lie or keep any secrets anymore. He wants to be better.

She didn’t get angry at him like he thought she would. She seemed to understand it but she was hurt and she was ready to end things. He was too. 

He didn’t see a point in keeping the relationship going. Why should he? You are the one for him, you are the one he wants, you are the one he loves. 

They had talked about breaking up but he hated the thought of being alone, he hated the feeling of being unneeded and unloved. He thought about your words – She is the one for you. You should be with her. I want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me.

You had always been the selfless one, the one who would sacrifice her feelings to save someone else's. You saw something in him with Nancy, something that you didn’t see in him when he was still with you and he couldn’t help but think that maybe you were right. 

Maybe she is the one for him, after all.

Maybe he just really has to let you go so he can let her in. Maybe he can be good for her, the way he could never be good for you. Maybe he can be a better boyfriend for her. Maybe he can change. Maybe he can learn. Maybe he can learn how to stop loving you. Maybe he can be happy with her. Maybe he can make her happy. Maybe he can get you back someday. Maybe. 

They didn’t break up. He didn’t leave and she didn’t leave him but they settled on a break. 

On Christmas night, he went on a walk and passed by your house. He saw you with him and the sight of you standing under the falling snow, smiling up at him as though he is the only good thing in this world made him feel sick. He didn’t stick around long enough to see that you had never kissed him, that you simply went back to throwing snowballs at each other.

He went back to Nancy the next day and asked for a second chance, a fresh start. He didn’t question why she hesitated, he didn’t question the guilty look in her eyes. She said yes and that’s all it mattered. 

She is all that matters now. 

Steve might never let you go but he is willing to try. 

You don’t want him anymore and the look in your eyes showed him that you won’t ever give him a second chance again. It’s over.

You are moving on. 

And so should he. 

And he tries, he really tries. But when school starts and he sees you again, he can’t ignore the pain in his chest when you walk past him like you are nothing but strangers. 

When he left you, you pretended that he didn’t exist. You didn’t acknowledge his presence, you always acted like he wasn’t there, like he was a ghost. 

But now, after you talked things out and you were the one to leave, this time, things are different. You don’t pretend that he doesn’t exist, you do acknowledge his presence now and you don’t act like he isn’t there. You see him and you don’t pretend to not see him when you walk past him. Your eyes lock when you see each other in the hallway or in the parking lot but the look in your eyes that he was used to, is long gone. There is nothing in your eyes when you look at him. There is no love, no happiness, no excitement, no warmth, no longing. All these things are long gone. The way you look at him now, is the way you look at a stranger you pass by. He has become a stranger to you and that hurts so much more than being ignored by you. 

You don’t see him as your friend anymore, you don’t see him as your past lover anymore, you don’t see him as anything good in your life. 

Every time he thinks that it can’t hit him any harder, it hits him even harder. The realization that he is nothing but a stranger to you now, broke his heart all over again and took everything in him not to break down in the school's hallway. 

A month had passed since the night you had become strangers and while you seem to have a great time, Steve is trying his hardest to keep himself together, to be a good boyfriend for her. 

Billy’s laughter pulls him out of his thoughts, he narrows his eyes at the blond, who pushes Tommy back so he can look at himself in the mirror. 

The smell of the locker room makes Steve feel sick and he can’t wait to get out. A cloud of cologne mixed with sweat and the fog from the showers hangs over the room. He looks into the mirror as he dries his hair with the towel. Drops of water dribble down his chest. Steve looks at Eddie through the mirror. He is surprised to see him here. Usually, he skips gym class. His friend Jeff is standing next to him as he puts his shirt on, laughing at something Eddie had whispered to him. 

Eddie is still shirtless, his jeans hang low on his hips, the chain jingles as he fastens his belt. Steve can’t help but compare himself to Eddie. His hair is darker and longer and so are his eyes. He has tattoos, on his arms and on his chest – something that he doesn’t have. He wears rings and chains, clothes that Steve would never wear. 

Is Eddie your type? Is he the kind of guy you go for now?

“Hey Munson!” 

Steve glances at Tommy, who is already wearing a smirk on his face as he looks the metalhead up and down. 

Eddie turns around to face the jock. 

“I never seen you in P.E., are you trying to impress someone?” 

“Yeah, your mom.” Eddie smirks and turns back around to put his shirt on.

Billy snorts, licking his lips, he glances at Steve, “nah, he’s trying to impress someone else.” 

Tommy notices the smirk on Billy’s face. A laugh falls from his lips, “aw, is the freak trying to impress the queen?”

Jeff rolls his eyes and looks down as he puts his shoes on. He already knows what’s coming next.

“I don’t think you can impress her with your shitty car and your dirty trailer, Munson.”

Jeff notices the way Eddie clenches jaw, the way his eyes fill with anger. 

Steve narrows his eyes at Billy and Tommy. 

“Yeah. I mean going from a rich kid to some lowlife trailer trash–” 

“Shut the hell up, Tommy,” Steve snaps at his old friend. “Leave him alone.”

Everyone in the locker room, including Eddie, turns to look at Steve in shock. Never has Steve ever stood up for anyone, let alone someone like Eddie. 

Steve is sick of the cruel words he hears daily, they may not be directed at him but he still can’t stand them. He doesn’t like him but Eddie doesn’t deserve this. He helped him and made sure he got home safe when he got drunk at the Hideout, he owes this to him. 

He glares at his old friend and steps towards him. 

“Put your clothes on and get the fuck out of here, man. I’m sick of you assholes.” 

Tommy laughs in surprise. 

“Wheeler is turning you into a pussy, Steve.” Billy says as he looks at him over Tommy’s shoulder.

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he clenches his jaw. 

Tommy chuckles to himself and shakes his head, “he was always a pussy.”

Eddie looks at Steve, waiting for him to react. To his surprise, he turns around and continues to put on his clothes. 

“Says a guy who runs after balls and his cheating girlfriend.”

Jeff snaps his head up to look at his friend, he holds his fist up to his mouth as he tries to keep himself from laughing.

Steve looks at Eddie in surprise and narrows his eyes at Tommy, whose face gets redder each passing second. His breathing picks up and he clenches his fists. 

“What did you just say?” Tommy mumbles as he walks towards Eddie, who smirks at him. 

It’s no secret that Carol is cheating on Tommy, she’s been caught with a few too many basketball players behind the bleachers and even tried to make a move on Billy, in front of Tommy.  

“You heard me,” Eddie says, smirking. He isn’t afraid of Tommy or any of the other guys that try to give him a hard time. He isn’t immune to the cruel words or the bullying but he is good at hitting them back with harsh words, not caring that he might get hit with something more than a few words. Eddie put on armor and a front that keeps people like Tommy away from him, they always make sure to keep their distance – too afraid of the freak who worships the devil.

Billy looks at Eddie, he raises his brows. 

“You’re getting a little bit too comfortable back there, freak.”

“Just speaking the truth,” Eddie shrugs, snorting at Tommy who tries to intimidate him with a glare. He doesn’t step close enough to be able to even throw a punch, he keeps a safe distance, as always. 

“Careful there, Hagans. Or you might get sacrificed to the devil tonight.” Billy smirks.

Tommy finally backs away, shaking his head. 

Steve sighs to himself, he grabs his backpack and walks towards the door. He wonders how he could ever be friends with someone like Tommy. 

Why didn’t he listen to you when you told him that he was no real friend? 

Why didn’t he listen to you when you told him how awful he was?

Why didn’t he care when you told him how much you hated how he acted when he was around Tommy and Carol? 

How couldn’t he see how awful they were when he was still with you? 

Would things be different if he dropped them earlier on? 

Would things be different if he dated her first?

Steve steps out into the hallway. It’s quiet and no one is around after the last period, no one except for you. 

His breath gets caught in his throat.

You are here, leaning against the wall, looking down at the book in your hand. You are wearing your cheer uniform, you let your hair loose, the green scrunchie is around your wrist. The dark denim jacket is thrown over your shoulders. 

You haven’t seen him yet, you are too absorbed in the book you are reading. 

Another deja vu. 

This moment takes him back to all the times you waited for him after cheer practice. He would walk out of the locker room to find you waiting for him, sitting on the floor, reading a book or drawing in your notebook. 

The door shuts behind him and you look up, finally noticing him. 

He waits for something, he doesn’t know what but he waits to see that look in your eyes. 

The longing, the sadness, the love. 

He doesn’t. 

There’s nothing in your eyes, nothing except for disappointment because he is not the one you have been waiting for. You look over his shoulder before your eyes meet his again, you give him a tight lipped smile, the way you would give to a stranger. It hurts. 

“Hi,” he mumbles with a slight, sad smile on his face. 

“Hey,” you mumble before you look back down at the book in your hand. 

The door opens behind him and he steps to the side. Eddie and Jeff walk out, glancing at him as they step into the hallway. 

“Y/n, you didn’t have to wait for me,” Jeff jokes, putting his hand over his heart.

You giggle. 

Eddie nods at Steve before he turns away to look at you. 

Steve watches the way you greet Eddie, the way your eyes light up and a huge smile takes over your face when you look at him. He watches the way you wrap your arms around him.

“I can’t believe you didn’t skip,” you grin and squeeze his shoulder. 

Eddie rolls his eyes but he smiles at you, “I’m trying to graduate.” 

You put the book in your backpack and pick it up, throwing it over your shoulders. You hook your arm around Eddie’s and grin at him, “mhmm, you’re doing good.”

You are helping him graduate, the way you wanted to help him. Steve looks at you but you don’t spare him a second glance. Your attention is elsewhere. 

He watches you leave. He watches the way Eddie throws his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into him, ruffling your hair playfully. 

Steve looks down, he swallows the lump in his throat and turns around to leave.

-

February, 14th 1985 

Steve looks down at the note in his hand, a smile is tugging at his lips. His heart skips a beat when he looks at the red flowers in his other hand. For the first time in a while, he is excited. 

It’s Valentine’s day. 

He is taking Nancy out on a date. He had planned it all weeks ago. First, he will take her out to dinner at Enzo’s and then he will take her home where he had prepared a surprise for her. 

He looks at the note she had left in his jacket this morning. He puts it back in his pocket and walks towards the cash register, greeting the old man behind it. He places the flowers and the chocolate on the counter and reaches for his wallet. 

A love song is playing on the radio, the store is decorated with pink paper hearts. 

“Going on a date?” The old man asks, smiling at Steve. 

“Yeah, I’m taking my girlfriend out to dinner.”

The doors slide open and as he hears the sound of your voice, his smile instantly falls. He can’t help but look. 

You’re not alone, of course you are with him and you look so beautiful but different. You are wearing a skirt, one that is certainly too short for this weather, the fishnet tights do nothing to protect your skin from the cold. You are wearing platform boots and a short leather coat – dark colors, dark nails, red lips, curls and bangs. You are starting to look like the female version of him. 

He wonders if your personality had changed as much as your appearance has.

“This is gonna be the best night ever.” Steve hears Eddie say. 

“I know it will be,” you giggle, “I still got the credit card my dad gave me, we can book a hotel room afterwards.”

Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you, playfully. 

You disappear in the snack aisle, your voices fade away and so does the excited look on Steve’s face. 

“That’ll be $9.80.” 

It’s very clear to him that you are on a date. With Eddie. And that’s okay, right? It’s okay that you are on a date with someone else. It’s okay that you make yourself look pretty for someone else. It’s okay that you have moved on. 

He should be happy for you, right? 

He should be happy to know that you are not in pain anymore. 

But then why does it hurt so bad?

He shakes his head and looks back at the cashier, he places a ten dollar bill on the counter, he takes the flowers and the chocolate and leaves, not wanting to risk running into you.

-

Living in a small town, means running into the same people, all the time. People you don’t want to see, people you want to avoid, people you don’t like, people you wish you wouldn’t think about anymore. 

Steve had a hard time getting over you, it took him weeks to accept the fact that you and him, will never be a thing again – platonic or romantic. You are a part of his past, a part that he can never get back. So he let you go or he convinced himself that he did. 

While things may not be ideal, he feels content with the way his life is now. He is happy. He has a girlfriend, a group of rowdy kids that had become a huge part of his life, he will graduate soon and he is in love. 

He let go of the past that he kept pining after.

It’s still weird to see you and not be with you but it’s okay now. He can walk past you and not feel his heart breaking when you don’t acknowledge him anymore. He can hear your voice and not long to hear you talk to him. He can look at you and not feel himself yearn for you. 

He prefers not to see you, which has become one of his biggest challenges in the past few months. Everywhere he goes, he sees you, and every single time, you are with Eddie. Well, maybe not every single time. Sometimes you are with Heather and Chrissy or your new friend, Robin Buckley. Steve knows her from Mrs. Click’s class, she is nice but he doesn’t know much about her, except that she is in the school band and your newest friend.

You look happier than ever. Your eyes are shining with happiness every time he sees you, your skin is glowing and you seem to have a constant smile on your face, especially when you are with Eddie. 

It’s been three months ever since you had gone separate ways and you changed, a lot. Your hair is longer now, your clothes are different, your music taste has changed, you are learning how to play guitar, you write songs with Eddie and you work at the record store three times a week after school – he only knows that because Max Mayfield told him, who apparently is your number one fan now. You are her english tutor and ‘the much cooler older friend’. She loves to brag about you to the boys and to him. Steve likes her and she somehow became a little sister figure in his life but he hates the smug look on her face whenever she tells him stories about you. 

He doesn’t want to think about you, he doesn’t want to talk about you, he doesn’t want to see you. 

But it’s almost impossible to leave the house and not run into you. Whether it’s the school’s hallway, the classroom, the grocery store, the movies, some house party, the cafe downtown – he always runs into you. Tonight, it’s the diner. 

He didn’t even see you at first when he walked in. He was in a good mood all night, after a long day of studying with Nancy, he went to Benny’s Burgers to get some takeout for them. He placed his order and waited by the counter when he heard your laughter over the 70s music from the jukebox. 

Now he can’t take his eyes off of you. You are sitting in a booth with Eddie, his arm is behind you, his fingertips linger on your shoulder. You are both laughing. Your hair is a little messy, just like his. 

You are giggling, a lot. 

You must be drunk, Steve thinks. Or maybe, you are just this happy around him. 

Eddie dips the fries into the milkshake and feeds them to you which makes both of you laugh when the milkshake dripples down your chin. Steve forces himself to look away when Eddie catches it with his thumb, though he can’t keep his eyes away for too long. 

Steve wonders what the two of you are. With the way you are around each other all the time, you must be a couple by now. It looks like you are one. Steve doesn’t even notice that he is clenching his jaw and his fists when he watches how Eddie cups your cheeks and pulls you closer to kiss your cheek loudly, in the most obnoxious way. Steve can’t help but roll his eyes. 

He drums his fingers against the counter and narrows his eyes at you. You giggle at Eddie and grab his face, pulling him closer to you and try to kiss his cheek the way he kissed yours but your movements are sloppy and you end up kissing the corner of his mouth instead which for some reason, makes you both laugh harder. Now he is certain that you are both drunk or high or both. 

“Here’s your order, kid.”

Steve tears his eyes away from you and Eddie. He reaches for his wallet and turns to look at the waitress, placing the bills on the table and giving her tight lipped smile before he grabs the bag and turns around to leave without looking at you again. 

He doesn’t see or feel your eyes on him. 

-

It’s the last game of the season and Steve’s last game, altogether. He can’t believe that this will be all over soon. High school, basketball practice, games, lunch breaks with his girlfriend, studying. 

He feels anxious about his future. He decided to take the year off after he will graduate. And hopefully, he will go to college with Nancy, next fall. Deep down he knows it won’t happen, he can’t see himself going to college, he barely made it through senior year. 

He doesn’t know what will happen to him and his relationship with her when she goes off to college next year. 

He tries not to think about it too much. He tries to enjoy his remaining days at school and his last game. He bounces on his feet as he watches the cheerleaders perform. You are in the front, as always. 

“One has to be a real fucking idiot to dump someone with that ass.” 

An instant rush of anger rippels through him. Billy’s voice will never not make his blood boil. 

Billy smirks as he watches you bend down, his eyes flicker over to Eddie who surprisingly came to the game, probably just to watch you dance in your tiny cheerleader uniform. 

“She wouldn’t even look at the freak after I’d fuck her dumb.”

“Shut up, Hargrove.” Steve mumbles under his breath. 

Billy chuckles, he steps up beside him, narrowing his eyes at Steve. 

“Her taste has changed a lot,” he says, smirking. “Did you know that she listens to heavy metal now?” 

Steve scrunches his face up. He hates heavy metal. 

“She supports Munson’s shitty band and goes to concerts with him. Do you think they fuck in his shitty van?” 

Steve opens his mouth but Billy cuts him off again. 

“I bet they do. I bet she’s a little freak, that’s why she’s with him now.” 

Steve clenches his jaw, his eyes find Eddie who stands in the crowd, grinning at you. 

“That’s why she never looked happy with you, you didn’t fuck her good enough. The freak seems to do it better.” 

Maybe he is right. Steve never took care of you the way you always took care of him. You always made sure that he felt good, he never did the same for you and he feels ashamed about it. 

“I could still fuck her better though.”

“Shut the fuck up, man. She is not interested in you, she never was,” Steve snaps at him, ignoring the prying eyes of the other guys from the basketball team. 

Steve had realized that you were never interested in him when it was far too late to apologize for accusing you of things you never did. You didn’t care about Billy or any other guy but he didn’t trust you back then even though you never gave him a reason not to. He always waited for you to give him one though, he waited for you to hurt him, he waited for you to cheat on him, he waited for you to leave him for someone else, he waited for you to fail. But you never did.

You loved him, only him. You wanted him. You were good and loyal, you were an amazing girlfriend and you never deserved the things he did to you. 

He is angry at himself for how he treated you. He hates himself for how much he hurt you. He hates how he didn’t protect you from Billy, he hates how angry he got after he had touched you after you had pushed him off once, already. 

“Are you sure about that?” Billy smirks, “then why did she let me fuc–”

Steve grabs him by the collars of his shirt, he slams him against the wall. Finally, he has had enough of him. 

“She never let you do anything, you piece of shit,” Steve says, angrily. “You touched her without her permission, you made shit up about her. We both know that she would never touch you.”

Billy laughs at his words but Steve can see the anger flashing in his eyes. 

“But she did, she’s a little sl–”

Before Billy can even react, Steve throws a punch, slamming his fist into his jaw. 

“Dude!” Tommy yells. 

Some of the guys around him gasp, the others laugh. 

Billy doesn’t take long to recover, he ducks when Steve tries to throw another punch and hits him in the stomach before he throws a punch at his face. Steve stumbles back and almost falls to the ground if it wasn’t for Chase steadying him. 

“Guys, this is not the right moment!” Jason yells, holding his hands up as he tries to get in between them, “we’re supposed to go out there and fight the other team, not each oth–”

“Shut the fuck up, Carver!” Billy yells, “I’m sick of your motivation speeches.”

Jason clenches his jaw and steps back. 

Steve wipes the blood from under his nose, he breathes heavily as he stares Billy down. The guys look between them as they slowly inch towards each other, everyone tenses up, looking around to see if anyone is willing to get in between them. 

“You really wanna do this, asshole?” Billy asks, licking his lips. 

“I should’ve done that a long time ago, Hargrove.”

“Seriously?” Jason exclaims, throwing his hands up. “The game is about to start!” 

Billy walks towards Steve, he is never one to back down from a fight. He had been waiting for a reason to beat the shit out of Steve but so did Steve. He should have kicked his ass a long time ago but he always directed his anger at you, instead of the guy that tried to come in between you and him – the guy who made you uncomfortable. 

Steve feels the need to make things right, he knows that this won’t fix anything. It won’t take back all his actions but he still wants to hurt him. 

The tension is high and both Steve and Billy are glaring at each other. The guys look between them, anxiously. The music inside the gym is still playing, the cheerleaders are still dancing, unaware to the little fight that broke out behind the doors. 

Before any of them can throw any more punches, the coach walks in, taking away the chance for a fight to break out again. 

Billy glares at Steve, he wipes his chin and turns away from him but the look in his eyes tells him that they aren’t done yet. 

Steve scoffs, he is not done with him either. He tears his eyes away from him. He clenches his jaw. He feels so angry. He notices the way the others sigh in relief, the way they instantly relax when Steve and Billy back away from each other. 

When it’s time to walk out into the gym, Steve is at the very front. He forces a smile onto his face and waves at the people on the bleachers, his eyes lock with Nancy’s, they smile at each other. She doesn’t notice how tense he is, she doesn’t even notice the remains of blood under his nose or how red his knuckles are, how angry he still looks but you notice it. 

He looks at you, your eyes lock and for the first time in a while, there is no emptiness in your eyes when you look at him. You continue to clap your hands, still gripping the pompons tightly. The smile on your face begins to fade the longer you look at him. He sees the way you eye him up and down, the way you look at his knuckles and his nose that is still bleeding. He sees the way your eyes move over to Billy before you look back at him. Your brows furrow, your eyes flash with confusion and concern. It doesn’t take you long to figure out what happened. 

He doesn’t want to look at you but he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. For a moment, you stare at each other. 

It feels like forever but the moment only last for a few seconds. Though it doesn’t go unnoticed by a few other people. 

Chrissy nudges your shoulder and you finally tear your eyes away from him. He ignores the feeling in his chest, he ignores the ache when you look away and smile again. He looks at you for another long second before he turns away too and looks back at the girl he loves. 

He smiles at her, he is happy that she is here. 

He is happy. 

He is. 

next chapter

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i'd wait for you (even if you didn't ask me to)

georgia stanway x reader

w/c: ~600

you break up with georgia before she moves to germany, and she patiently waits for you

a/n: going back to my angst roots- sorry y'all

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“I think we should break up- or at least um… go on a pause?”

The look Georgia, your girl- ex-girlfriend gives you makes you want to stop this conversation before it goes any further, your voice trails off in question before you cough softly.

Her eyes are a little red, and shiny- no doubt brimming with tears and it makes you bite your lip to stop you from back tracking.

Long distance won’t work. You know it won’t.

“Why?”

Georgia speaks so softly you almost miss it- G’s never quiet.

“G… you’re moving thousands of miles away.”

“Is that all? I’m moving? You don’t even want to try?”

You can’t seem to find the words to carry the conversation, Georgia is upset and it’s your fault.

“I’m sorry Georgia.”

“I’ll still wait for you (y/n), even if you don’t want me to.”

You regret it almost immediately- you walk away and consider turning around again, gather her up in your arms again and promise you’d give her the world right back.

-

Your transfer to Bayern was a shock.

Coming two months just after Georgia.

It fills you with a dread that weighs you down- your stomach knotting at the thought of seeing Georgia again, chest tightening with anxiety.

You know she’s doing okay- you’ve seen videos, she looks much happier since you last spoke.

You couldn’t be prouder of the way she has flourished over there- you keep up with all her matches- you keep a little note in your phone of the games and times she scores in.

Breaking up with her is your biggest regret.  

The entire flight to Germany you scroll through your phone- it’s mostly pictures of you and her- and you don’t realise your crying until a tear hits your phone. You wipe them away just as quickly as they come.

It should be fine. You're going to see Georgia and everything will be fine.

You run your finger softly over the ghost tattoo on your wrist- a matching one sits on Georgia’s arm and it brings out even more memories, you let out a deep sigh, closing your eyes.

-

The thought that Georgia has said something about you to your new teammates never crosses your mind- you know she would never do such a thing.

So, when they all welcome you with big smiles and open arms, you smile softly.

You’ve been preparing for the initiation song all week- you hate public speaking, you’ve always let other people talk, let them have the spotlight. Your more reserved nature meant you started to prepare for it weeks in advance- so you’re more than confused when no one mentions it, or drags you up on a table when a speaker breaks out.

-

It’s later when you are sitting outside looking at the field when a voice interrupts you.

“Uh… if you’re wondering why they didn’t make you sing- I told them you were sick.”

Georgia stands awkwardly behind you, hands in her pockets.

“Oh… thank you Georgia.”

“Yeah of course.”

A beat passes between you two then-

“Look I’m sorr-“   “I really regre-“

Georgia moves to sit next to you quickly- a gap still in between and it makes you aware of just how much you miss her and her touch.

You both laugh softly at each other, but you nod at her to continue first, eyes focused anywhere but the girl next to you. She gets the message regardless- she always understands you.

“I waited for you, you know… I love you with all my heart, I’d give you the universe if I could. I've missed you so much. I’m actually still waiting for you- I hope you’ve changed your mind by the way otherwise this would be very awk-.”

“G… breaking up with you is my biggest regret I-“

“Oh, thank god-”

Georgia cuts you off with a kiss, pulling away to rest your foreheads together.

“Never break up with me again.”

#georgia stanway x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

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Hello! Can I request a Phantom x Reader where reader is heavily tattooed? Like from her fingers to her feet, but it's typically hidden by her uniform and dress glove, and Phantom finds out. Can be Sfw or Nsfw, which you feel like writing! Thank you!

All of you are personally responsible for my Phantom brainrot only getting worse <3 I hope you enjoy it anon

Went nsfw for this one cause why the hell not sooooo

18+ MDNI

My requests are open !

Your head shot up at the sound of multiple voices getting louder and louder. You immediately noticed a gaggle of ghouls making their way to the dock, arms full of various beach day supplies and copious amounts of alcohol. You grumbled and sunk below the surface, letting the water envelope you in its cool embrace. It has been extraordinarily hot for the past two weeks and you were over it. The Ministry was so stuffy with all the bodies and the habits weren’t exactly made out of the most breathable material. The only people who seemed even remotely comfortable were the fire ghouls who resided on site. 

You were sick of it. Everyday you woke up and prayed to the Lords below that it would be cooler, or at least let a breeze pass through, and everyday it seemed to only get hotter. You had reached your limit. You worked yourself half to death over the weekend and early into the week so that you could squeeze in a day off or two to go be lazy at the lake. And that’s exactly what you were doing, or it was. You resurfaced when you felt your lungs start to burn with lack of oxygen and began to swim back to the beach. You were a bit annoyed about the fact that your lazy day got interrupted. It’s not that you didn’t like the ghouls per say but they were very energetic and very loud and you had really been enjoying quietly floating around. 

Oh well. 

You had been at the lake for hours now so you can’t complain too much. When you got to the shallows you stood and walked the rest of the way to where your stuff was set up and the moment you did you heard the calls from the ghouls. You weren’t all that surprised. You had worn a swimsuit that left little to the imagination. You always did when you went to the lake, it was just about your only chance to really show off the ink that adorned every inch of your body. You were proud of them. You hated that your everyday habit covered up almost all of them. 

You ignored the ghouls while you packed up your things and dried off. When you were finished you wrapped your towel around your waist forgoing the clothes you brought to put on. It was still too damn hot. As you turned to leave you made eye contact with one of the ghouls at the dock and immediately recognized him as the new quintessence ghoul. Phantom. Oh the look on his face was priceless. He was completely frozen in place staring at you as you walked past, slack jawed, eyes roaming over your body. His cheeks were dusted a deep plum color and you would bet money that it’s not from the heat. You felt a surge of confidence, suddenly completely forgetting about your earlier annoyance. You gave him a little wave before you completely passed the dock on your trek back to the Ministry. Just before you were out of earshot you heard the teasing voices of Dew and Rain. 

“Aww the new kids got a crush on the sister.”

“I mean can you blame him? You’ve seen how that back tat looks when she—“ 

The thought was quickly cut off by a yelp and a splash. You laughed at the mental image of Phantom shoving the little fire ghoul into the water. You also couldn’t help your own blush creeping onto your face. You thought the quintessence ghoul was very cute. He was always so eager to help and learn about human things. He constantly looked like a puppy seeing a Christmas tree for the first time and it made you smile. You also really wanted to wreck him. Something about the thought of getting a ghoul to beg and cry as a human turned you on. You pocketed that thought for later, though, because right now your focus was on finding a way to spend your day off not dying in a pool of your own sweat. Maybe the kitchen staff would let you read in the walk in? 

~~~

You ended up taking a nice long shower to wash the lake smell away and binge watched a series a friend had recommended to you for the remainder of your day. You groaned when you heard the bells chime signaling that dinner was ready in the feast hall. You had begrudgingly pulled your habit and gloves back on. You didn’t hate your position as an occultist-in-training but the uniform was a bit much in your opinion, especially compared to other Sibling’s outfits. You sighed, adjusted yourself one final time in the mirror and left. 

That’s where you are now. Sitting in the hall trying your hardest to focus on whatever gossip your friends were sharing, but that was almost impossible with the feeling of Phantom burning holes into the back of your head. You noticed him staring the minute you entered the feast hall and he hasn’t looked away since. You considered walking over to him, trying to speak with him, but you didn’t want to seem too forward. Then you contemplated returning his gaze, but you know your group would’ve clocked what you were doing immediately and you were not in the mood to entertain an interrogation. So you sat there quietly wolfing down your meal so you could get the hell out and back to your room. 

You waited for a lull in the conversation before standing and leaving, bidding everyone a good night. You walked down the hallways a few feet before glancing around to make sure no Clergy or higher Siblings were around before ripping your gloves. It was still too damn hot to be wearing your full uniform. 

“So it is you.” 

You jump at the sound of a voice. You spin around only to find Phantom standing right behind you. 

“Where the hell did you come from?” 

“I think you answered your own question.” 

You crack a smile at his joke before moving to put the gloves back on. He grabs your wrist. 

“Don’t. I like them” he brushes his thumb over the design of the raised skin “I think they’re pretty.” 

“Is that why you were staring all night?” You tease knowing damn well none of your tattoos are visible in uniform. He blushed and when he speaks his voice is a bit higher. 

“Well no I mean yes I was just…confused? You smelled the same but you looked completely different. I wasn’t sure if I had the right person.” 

His explanation gives you the perfect idea to end your little lazy day. 

“Do you wanna see them again?” you step closer to him “all of them?” 

It’s adorable how quickly he nods his head, tail wagging in the air behind him. 

You really have no idea how it happens. You close the door to your room and he’s immediately on you, though not in the way you expected. He’s squeezing you tight against him, wrapping his tail around your leg, but you don’t miss the way the spade sways dangerously close to your clothed clit. Or the way you can feel his dick getting chubby with interest. You’ve been with ghouls before. You know he can smell your arousal. Hell, he’s a quintessence ghoul he can probably feel it. You assume he’s just trying to draw out the electric energy of anticipation. He laughs and you get your answer.

 You decide to ruin his plans and pull him straight into a deep kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. He kisses you back just as passionately, tightening his grip on your hips. You shudder at the feeling of his claws digging in. He pulls back suddenly panting ever so slightly. 

“Can I see them now?” His eyes roam your form. 

“Only if you ask nicely.” 

He huffs a laugh and you’re about ready to respond when you feel the tip of his tail ghost over your clit. You gasp at the sudden feeling and smack him lightly on the arm. 

“I said ask.” You say as you begin to pull your top off. 

“It worked didn’t it?” He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. You throw the ball of fabric at his head. He pulls it off with a laugh, but stops when he sees your bare chest. You can see the outline of his cock straining against his pants. 

“You can touch them.” You whisper suddenly feeling a bit flustered by the way he’s looking at you. He slowly brings his hands to your forearms, trailing them up to your shoulders before letting go and tracing the design on your abdomen. 

“Have you never seen tattoos before?” You ask, watching his hands. 

“Of course I have but I just…I’ve never seen a human with so many. They’re all so different. They’re so beautiful. You’re beautiful.” 

You wrap your arms around the back of his head and pull him into another kiss sliding the tip of your tongue into the fork of his. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hands slide up to squeeze and knead your tits, swiping his thumb over your nipples. You thread your fingers through his hair, giving it a light tug before taking a few steps backwards towards your bed. You pull him without breaking contact as you fall into the plush mattress. You pull his head up by his hair to meet your eyes eliciting a breathy moan from him. His hands are rubbing circles into your hips, gently sliding over the hem of your pants. 

“Please?” He whines out not taking his eyes off the tattoo that dips below the waistline. 

“Fuck go right ahead baby boy.” You wiggle your hips to help him as he makes quick work of taking your pants and underwear off in one go before tossing his own shirt off who knows where. 

You’re both left staring in awe at each other, him completely enamored by the art adorning your skin, you mesmerized by the lichtenberg figure scars cutting through the entire left half of his body. Of course you had seen the scars on his face, but you had no idea they continued down so low. 

“You can touch them.” He says mirroring your positions from earlier. You prop yourself up on your elbows and lean forward to trail soft kisses from the epicenter to the branch that strikes up his neck pulling little whines and whimpers from him. You gasp and pull back when the scars pulse purple and little sparks of magic zap through you. 

“Shit sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t control it when I get excited.” He looks a little fearful. 

You just laugh and brush your hands over your lips “No it’s alright. It just shocked me.” 

There’s a heartbeat of silence before Phantom busts out laughing and you throw your head into the pillow with a groan at the accidental pun. 

“Alright that’s it, no more sex. That was too embarrassing.” 

“Nah you’re stuck with me now.” He lays his whole weight on you and buries his face into the crook of your neck purring wildly. The laugh you felt bubbling up turns into a moan when you feel him drag his fangs over your pulse point. He sucks a bruise into the skin before biting hard enough to leave a mark. He trails his lips from your shoulder to your collarbone, pausing briefly to add some art of his own on your tits before continuing down your abdomen to your hips. He makes sure to take his time, practically worshiping each design with his mouth when he passes over them. The whole thing has you shuddering and squirming beneath him. 

He scrapes his fangs from the tattoo on your hip to the one on your thigh. 

“I wonder if they’d make you taste different.” 

You knock him in the head gently with your knee.

“Don’t even think about it. I like that one too much for you to give me a piercing.” 

He hums in disappointment “Fine. I can always taste something else.” He says before burying himself between your legs. 

You gasp at the suddenness of it and scramble to find something to grasp. Your hand makes its way right back into his hair as he drags his forked tongue from your slit to your clit. He circles his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking, causing you to moan and push your hips closer to him. You feel him loop his tongue around your clit before snaking down to lap at your entrance. 

“Shit Phantom. Just like that. You’re such a good boy.” He moans against you as more sparks of quintessence ripple across his skin and over yours. You make a mental note of that reaction before you feel his impossibly long tongue sliding into you. 

You arch against his face, involuntarily squeezing your thighs around his head as you feel him lick places you didn’t even know existed. Your legs tremble as the gentle probing of his tongue becomes steadier, more earnest. 

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna fuck—“  He flexes his claws against the meat of your thighs as his brow furrows in a concentration you’ve never seen from the ghoul. He swirls his tongue through your folds before pushing it all the way back in, burying his nose against your clit. You can feel the swell of your orgasm deep in your stomach as he fucks you with this tongue. Another pulse of quintessence shoots through you and you can’t hold back. Your eyes slam shut as you cum against his face, moaning out a string of curses and praises. 

He pulls back and sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it. His eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“I need you. Right now.” 

“You can fucking have me baby boy.” 

He lets out a pleased trill and makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and wiggling out of his pants and boxers. As he’s doing this, you flip over onto your back. You feel him run the tips of his claws reverently tracing the tat there before sliding down to squeeze your ass. You look over your shoulder at him only to be met with the biggest, blown out eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“What?” You say cocking your head innocently “Just wanted to show you exactly what Dew was talking about.” 

He blushes so deep he’s practically glowing. The sight makes you laugh as you slowly lift your hips and tuck your knees to your stomach. He wastes no time in getting behind you. He digs his fingers into your hips to steady himself as he slowly drags the head of his cock against your slick. 

“Still can’t believe how wet humans get.” He mutters more to himself before he’s sliding gradually into you. You both moan when he bottoms out. He pauses for a moment letting you get accustomed to the feeling of him before he gives you a few experimental thrusts. You push your hips back against him searching for more and he gives it to you. He slides almost all the way out before pushing back in with one snap of his hips. He starts up a rhythmic pace as you arch your back and moan into the pillow. 

“You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You’re so good.” He whines watching the way the design of the ink shifts and stretches with each movement of your body. His head rolls back on his shoulders when you clench around him. He snakes his hands between your thighs and rubs at your clit as he snaps into you, dragging the head of his cock against your walls. The air pulses with quintessence and when you turn your head to breathe you can see the room aglow with purple lighting. You steal a glance behind you and see his scars pulsing with magic, his head thrown back in absolute ecstasy. You can see his lips moving but you can’t hear anything coming out. 

You feel another ripple of quintessence and you squeeze around him with a moan. He keens forward and drapes himself over you searching for your hands while he desperately ruts into you. You feel the rubber band snap within you.

“Phantom oh fuck I’m gonna—“ another spark of magic and you’re done for. You cum on his cock, crying out little praises of ‘good boy’ as the wave of pleasure engulfs you. 

It only takes a few more thrusts before you feel him pull out and splash hotly onto your back. 

“Holy shit.” You pant out, letting yourself go limp into the bed. 

“Blasphemous.” he laughs and grabs his discarded shirt off the floor to wipe his spend off of you. 

When he’s done you roll back over only to be met with his glowing eyes looking down affectionately at you. You open your arms and he practically jumps into them shifting your positions around so that he’s the one holding you. You give him a kiss and scratch behind his pointed ear, smiling when you hear his tail thump against the bed. He keeps you pressed close to him. You can already feel his dick stiffening again. 

So maybe you were in for a longer night than you expected.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #phantom x reader #i hope you like it anon <3 #nameless ghoul x reader #ghost fic #mdni #golfball writes

[astrronomemes]

FOR MY ABSENT LOVER : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings, from various novels / songs / poems / prose, for muses in a long-distance relationship.

“I am afraid I will love you forever, and we will never be in the same room again.”

“You’re worth every mile between us.”

“If I forget her face, then I know there will be nothing left of me.”

“We were always going to say goodbye, weren’t we?”

“In a parallel universe, or another world, or a different life, we sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list.”

“I am jealous of your tattoos, and how long they will stay with you after I go.”

“I went to sleep last night so I could see you.”

“Your absence has gone through me like a thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

“I miss the sound of your voice.”

“I get so lonely for you that I feel sick.”

“I must admit, I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”

“I feel like shit when you’re not here.”

“Hell is loving you in my sleep, and waking up alone.”

“Some nights, I lay in bed, and imagine what I’d be doing if you were here with me.”

“I will be seeing you soon, and it will be better than anything else.”

“Just in case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.”

“What time is it where you are?”

“I miss you more than anything.”

“I’m back at home, and you feel so far.”

“Trying to figure out the time zone is making me crazy.”

“It’s driving me mad. I miss you so bad.”

“I keep your picture in my car.”

“I want to share your horizon, and see the same sun rising.”

“Turn the hour-hand back to when you were holding me.”

“All I want is to be where you are.”

“I exist in two places: here, and where you are.”

“I think of you at two in the morning when I can’t sleep, and I wish you were there to hold me.”

“I’ll make up for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you.”

“There still might be a place for us somewhere.”

“Come back. Even as a shadow. Even as a dream.”

“Next time I see you, we are going to kiss for a very long time.”

“I need you so much closer.”

“At least we’re under the same sky.”

“I’m on my way home to you.”

“Baby, take your medicine, and promise me you’re eating.”

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[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 19

Hey, guys. Sorry it took so long to get this out. The chapter was fighting me and I have had the absolutely worst week. However in slightly happier news, my partner got a new job and that means I should be able to quit mine and go back to writing full time. I'll let you know more when I do, but it's looking more and more likely.

I realized it had been a while since we had an Eddie centric chapter and decided this would be the one. And I left it on a cliffhanger again. But don't worry next chapter will see more than one villain vanquished.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

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Eddie was seething. He hadn’t been this mad since he learned Max was moving to New York. Actually. No. He was madder then that. He was pissed.

Gareth grimaced. “They won’t do anything?”

“No,” Eddie growled. “Because he technically hasn’t violated the protection order, according to them.”

“If he can’t get with in five hundred feet,” Brian said, “then how did he find out about Steve.”

Eddie threw up his arms into the air. “That’s what I asked.”

“I’m betting,” Mandy said, “that they didn’t have a good answer?”

“Apparently since Seth showed up at Hopper’s,” Eddie snarled, “and not Steve’s shop, that he was just going around to all the tattoo parlors and threatening everyone.”

Jeff rolled his eyes. “I bet they didn’t even check with other tattoo shops and just made that shit up.”

“I even talked to Officer Callahan who was in charge of the original case file because he’s not supposed to be out of jail yet,” Eddie said, beginning to pace. “He never went.”

“What?!” came the shocked cry of outrage from everyone.

“Yeah,” Eddie continued. “Apparently he made a deal with the DA and they didn’t tell me. He got two years probation.”

“That’s bullshit!” Mandy hissed. “He was going to kill you.”

“Criminal mischief,” Eddie said. “Domestic abuse down to criminal mischief. $300 fine, two year probation, and forced to take a class about how not to be a violent offender.”

“It’s because you’re a man, isn’t it?” Gareth asked, licking his lips slowly. “These fuckers don’t think a man can be abused.”

Eddie pursed his lips into a line and nodded.

“Hop’s calling in a couple of favors to keep Steve safe,” he said. “But that does jack shit about me. And this isn’t me calling out that shit. That’s Hop’s prerogative but he’s my dumb ass ex, who’s protecting me?”

“We are,” Jeff said. “You don’t go anywhere without one of us. Garth, since you’re the only one without a roommate at the moment, Eddie’s going to stay with you. Brian, talk to Cecil, he’s studying law. See what he can recommend.”

Gareth and Brian both nodded.

Eddie buried his head into his hands. “This is such bullshit.”

Mandy came up and gave him a hug. “We’ll get through this. We did before and we will again. And this time we have more people that would be willing to help. Steve, Robin, Chrissy, hell the whole of the Royal Pain would throw hands for you.”

Eddie chuckled. He knew that too. “Well, maybe not Erica.”

Brian snorted. “That girl would sell her own mother for a cookie.”

“Not even a Girl Scout cookie,” Jeff agreed. “That girl is bound for world domination.”

“No doubt.”

*

“You tell me right now,” Wayne said when Eddie had called that night, “do you need me up there? Because work be damned, boy, I’ll be up there in two shakes of lamb’s tail.”

Eddie chewed on his nail. He felt like that little boy all over again. Being given the choice between being with his uncle or being put in a foster home. He didn’t want to be a bother to anyone, but he knew. He knew that Wayne was someone that wouldn’t care. That he could be as big a bother as he wanted, he would still be loved.

He let out a shuddering breath and like that little boy all those years ago said, “Yes. Please.”

“I’ve got some vacation time coming,” Wayne said as if he didn’t have weeks and weeks of it stored up because he was never sick a day in his life. “I cane be up there for as long as you need me, you hear?”

“I’m staying with Gareth for the time being,” Eddie said solemnly, “because Jeff is worried that Seth will follow me home.”

“Smart man, your Jeff,” Wayne agreed. “I have a friend in Indy I can crash on the sofa of for a couple of days until I can find something a little more permanent.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Let me know when you get into town and we’ll meet up for lunch.”

“You can finally take me to that pizza place you’ve been going on about for months.”

Eddie laughed, a knot loosening in his chest. “You’ve got it, old man.”

*

A few days later Steve was waiting for the pizza he had ordered for the shop, playing silly games on his phone when the bell announced new arrivals. He looked up instinctively and grinned.

He waved. “Eddie!”

Eddie lit up with a big smile. “Stevie?” He hopped over, an older man following a little slower behind.

“Hey!” Steve greeted. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Eddie’s smile turned into a grin. “DiMaggio’s is the best pizza place in Indy, not coming here is a crime.”

“If it’s not it certainly should be,” Steve agreed with his own answering grin.

“Steve,” Eddie said, “this is my uncle, Wayne. He’s staying in town for a few days.”

Steve’s mood was dampened a bit, knowing why he was in town. “Nice to meet you. I was planning a trip back down Hawkins at the end of the summer so that Eddie could introduce us, sorry we had meet under lesser than ideal circumstances.”

Wayne blinked at him for a moment before turning to Eddie. “This one is a keeper.”

Eddie blushed, shoving his hair in front of his face, ducking his head to hide his embarrassment.

Steve just smiled fondly at him. “I think that’s up to him.”

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “I like him.”

That surprised a laugh out of Eddie causing him to drop the hair. “Me too.”

“Let me just go order our pizzas,” Eddie murmured and darted for the front counter.

“He’s cute,” Steve said, waving his hand to the chair in front of him for Wayne to sit.

Wayne took the seat and smiled. “He certainly is. I’m glad the world didn’t beat the silliness out of him.”

“Me too,” Steve agreed. “I love how earnest and outgoing he is.”

Wayne hummed. “He tell what was going on?”

Steve nodded. “I’m afraid it’s my fault. Seth came after me at a friend’s shop, tried to threaten me into leaving Eddie alone.”

“I don’t think being threatened is the fault of the victim,” he said, his voice a deep comforting rumble.

Steve blushed. “That’s what Jeff and Robin said.”

“Jeff I know,” Wayne said, “Robin I don’t, but it sounds to me like they both have their heads on straight and you should be listening to them and not that voice in the back of your head.” He tapped Steve forehead for emphasis.

The bell above the door rang again and Mike and Will walked in. Steve raised a eyebrow when he spotted them.

“DiMaggio’s is certainly hopping for a random Thursday,” he commented dryly to Will when he lead a slightly reluctant Mike over to their table. Eddie arrived at the table just moments later and there are hugs and greetings all around.

“You caused quite a stir at the latest family dinner,” Will said with a huge grin to Steve.

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, how did that happen?”

“Jonathan is back on Mom’s couch,” he said with a smirk.

Steve reared his head back. “And how did that involve me?”

“Argyle kicked him out of the apartment because him and Nancy lied to him about who’s fault your and her relationship ended.”

“Nancy is furious at them both,” Mike said with a half shrug. “I’m not sure their relationship is going to survive that little revelation.”

Steve winced. “Yeah...that’s on them though. How was I to know that Jonathan hadn’t been honest to Argyle about that.”

Eddie bumped his shoulder. “You weren’t.”

“Oh we are totally on your side,” Will said.

Mike nodded. “Yeah, man. It was straight up bullshit all the lying they did.”

“Mom’s pissed because she really liked you,” Will continued, “and believed Jonathan about how things went down. Like of course she did. He’s her son, but she should have tried to get your side of it.”

“Those eight years are totally on her,” Steve said, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’ve been trying to tell her for years to at least talk to me about it.”

Will and Mike nodded.

Mike chewed on his lip as he played with the loose string on the hem of his t-shirt. “Is it bad I hope Nancy and Jonathan break up?”

The table got silence for a moment.

Wayne lifted his chin. “Why’s that, son?”

“Because I don’t think she wants a relationship. I think she was only with Jonathan and Steve,” he said waving at him with his left hand, “is because that’s what you’re ‘supposed’ to do.”

“Steve!” the counter called.

Steve got up to get his pizza order, he stopped back at the table. “I don’t think it’s a bad you want your sister to learn how to be herself without a partner. I think it shows that you’re more mature then she is. You’re a good man, Mike.”

He clapped Mike’s shoulder and then waved goodbye to everyone. He pulled out his keys and walked out to his car, flipping the key ring around as he thought.

He never intended this to happen when he saw his ex at the grocery store, but honestly? Maybe it was a good thing to get all those wounds brought to light so that they could heal properly.

For all their sakes.

*

Steve was ready for the weekend. His week had been a literal hell. But Eddie had promised that he would have fun. The band had been practicing a couple of new songs and were debuting them Saturday night.

He sat at the curve of the table, sandwiched between Robin, who wouldn’t care, only to tease him mercilessly later, and Mandy who got it, how fucking sexy Eddie and the band was when they were on stage.

Steve wished he could say he was better prepared every time Eddie got on stage, but every week Eddie went out of his way to drive Steve absolutely wild.

“He does this on purpose doesn’t he?” Steve asked after a particularly hot number where Eddie fell to his knees grinding on his guitar.

Mandy laughed. “I would like to put you out of your misery and say yes, but no. When Eddie gets on stage he loses all connection to the audience and just rocks out. His fans love it.”

Steve looked around the dingy bar and had to agree. They were just as turned on as he was. He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans, clearing his throat. “If we...” he cleared his throat again. “I mean if Eddie were to–if we were–”

Mandy took pity on him. “If you two were going out would the fans tear you to pieces for touching what they can’t?”

Steve bit his lip and nodded, looking at his hands that were twisted in lap.

She gave his knee a squeeze. “I honestly don’t know what the fans would do. But Eddie wouldn’t give a damn what they think. He’s been booed before for a song that they didn’t think was metal enough and he didn’t let that stop him. Not once.”

Steve let out a breath. It was always something that worried him. He knew he went against the grain in everything he did, but he didn’t want that with Eddie. He didn’t want to be with Eddie just because it went against the norm of what was expected of either of them.

They arrived at the club and already Robin was on the dance floor. She loved dancing and soon Mandy, Chrissy, Jeff, and Brian were out there with her. Gareth, Eddie, and Steve watched in amusement as their friends let loose on the dance floor, living it up under the rainbow lights and the thumping beat of the music.

Steve turned around and Eddie wasn’t there.

“You seen Eddie?” he shouted at Gareth.

Gareth shot up and looked around. “Shit.”

Somehow during their watching of their friends cutting it up, Eddie had slipped away.

“You check out back to see if he’s gone for a smoke,” Steve said.

Gareth nodded.

“I’m going to check the bar.”

Gareth nodded again.

Across the crowded room, a man in a tailored white suit grinned as he moved to the back of the club where the restrooms were, eyes glittering with want and rage as he scented his prey.

***

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[moonchildstyles]

Okay last one tonight bc I don’t want to overwhelm you but….if you want more 👀

Angel having a night were she’s just :// she’s just sad :( n she doesn’t know why :/ maybe Sarah’s been out of town for the past week, so she’s been alone at her place. And it’s been 2 or 3 days since she’s seen Harry cus they are both just so so busy lately. And maybe she’s been thinking about her parents lately cus she knows her moms birthday is coming up, and even though they aren’t even on speaking terms it still just makes her sad to think about:( she wishes their relationship wasn’t how it is. N she’s just…sad so she’s crying in her bed and just :((( and she knows Harry would drop everything if she told him any of this but she knows he’s at work and he’s gonna be until late tonight cus he has this client who wants a really big and detailed tattoo and he’s really excited about it cus it’s sick (and also he’s gonna make soo much money from it) but she still just :/ she misses him and shes feeling quite lonely :( so she’d head to his place even tho he’s still at work and will be for a couple hours, she just wants to cry in his bed instead of her own. And when she gets there that’s what she does. Just cry’s and cry’s until she falls asleep. And when h comes home and sees her laying in his bed asleep hes soooooo happy cus he thought he wasn’t gonna be able to see her until tommorw but here she is. And he knows he shouldn’t wake her up cus it’s late and she needs her sleep cus she’s been so so busy with work and school. But he just can’t help it cus he hasn’t seen her for two whole days. So he’d kneel down by the side of his bed and brush over her cheek with his thumb softly and “baby? You came to see me hm?” And she’d sleepy open her eyes and “Harry?” And he’s “s’ me baby” and she’d sit her self up enough that’s she’s able to wrap her self fully around him and “missed you so so much” and he’s “missed you more my sleepy girl” and she’d shake her head that’s buried in his neck and “..I was cryin” and he’d :((( and pull her back to look at her face and “you were crying?” and that’s when he’d really notice that her eyes are blood shot and her face is all splotchy red. And she’d just nod and he’d be “oh, my poor baby” and pull her in to him again, his big hand on her head, holding it against his chest while rocking her and he’s “why was my girl crying huh? What’s got my baby all sad?” And she’d get teary eyed again and “just lots of things” and his heart is breakinggggggg hearing her teary voice and she’d continue after sniffling “just missed you. And felt lonely with Sarah gone. And I’m sad that my mom doesn’t want me.” And he’s 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 petting her hair and “m’ so so sorry. My poor baby. Should told me Angel I woulda came right home. Ya don’t have to be lonely. Never have to be lonely. M always here for you. Ya know that right?” And she’s hiccuping back sobs and “yeah I know…don’t know why I’m so sad. Just missed you is all.” And he’s “oh my Angel.” Kissing her head “I love you so much you know? So so much” and she’s “know that too. Love you more” and he’s “promise you that’s not possible” and he’d just hold her all night and dote on her and Rock her to sleep and bundled her all up in blankets that smell like him and his arms. And then when she wakes up in the morning she realized she started her period and everything makes sense hahahah

FIRST OF ALL.....OFC I WANT MORE ALWAYS LITERALLY ALWAYS IN NEED THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!!

and I think you have sent this one before but I do love it bad like I jsut always love him comforting her and taking care of her :((((( never a bad one to remember :(

#anon #ask #aster inspo #concept

[whiskeyglassess]

Alone|| Matt sturniolo

Summary:

chris and nic are out of the house, leaving you and matt alone for the first time.. ;) warnings: smut Matt sturniolo x !fem reader

Notes:

this is for the sick freak sturniolo fans like me so if that’s not you don’t read and don’t comment because i don’t want to hear about it bye 💗 this is a 20 year old man sturniolo police.. go away mattxyou/ smut/ friends to lovers/fem reader/ shy to rough matt🫶 this is my first story on here ever guys so lmk what u guys think, idk how often i’ll write or how long the stories will be, but i wanted to post this to see how it would do. i’m also planning on writing chris and maybe nick stories so if you guys have any ideas or requests lmk! 🤲 -ailee

Chapter : alone with matt sturniolo

Chapter Text

you and matt were left on your own together for the first time. you are staying at their place momentarily, while the boys help you move down from boston. they got invited to their friends house but for some reason matt didn’t want to join.

the sounds from the tv were the only thing breaking the silence as you and matt sat on the couch, you scrolled on your phone aimlessly, bored. your eyes started to wander to matt. he was… hot. no, really fucking hot. you’ve always known this and just kept it to yourself, enjoying the daily dose of eye candy without making things weird.

his eyes look in your direction and you make eye contact and realize you’ve just been blatantly staring at him. your face immediately getting hot you look back down at your phone and don’t say a word hoping he won’t either, but knowing matt-

“what are you lookin’ at?” matt questions with a slight smile tugging at his lips, as he nods his head in my direction. “somethin ugly” you laugh at your own joke and stick your tongue out at him immediately regretting it but not showing it. it’s a curse ruining every moment with humour.

“yeah that explains why you were drooling” he comes back making himself giggle. “you wish matthew” you roll your eyes and scoff jokingly folding your arms over your chest. “do not! ew” matt childishly argues back “yeah okay sure..” you tease as you throw your head back in laughter.

matt licks his lips smothering a smirk down knowing you’re right; matt can’t deny he does wish you were drooling over him. his eyes travel down your body looking at your tiny tank top that drives him crazy, he can’t look at you for too long in it. and you just so happen to wear it all the time, making matt fucking desperate. you notice his eyes trailing your body slowly making their way up to your eyes. his face heats up when he realizes you noticed. he clears his throat in order to change the subject again and looks at the tv only to look back at you moments later.

“there’s also no reason for you to call me matthew” matt adds knowing you do it to get a rise out of him. “and what are you going to do about it” you say slightly seductively leaning towards him. matt can’t help himself but look at your tits through the thin material as you move towards him. his eyes shoot up to yours which are also traveling up his body, your eyes tracing his tattoos.

his heart beat immediately increasing and his cheeks burning red as you look up at him with your innocent eyes pretending like you don’t know what you’re doing to him. too shocked to respond matt sits there dumbfound, with his lips slightly parted he breathes out as his brain over flows with thoughts. 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

“are you okay matt, you’re burning up!” you say sounding concerned knowing you’re the cause. you scoot towards him and place your cold hands on his burning cheeks, his breath hitches as you touch his skin.

matt is blushing more at her moving closer to him. his eyes are locked on yours "...uhhh" he mumbled "I-uh" he looks away from you making your hand fall but is still blushing "cmon, im not that red" he says dismissing me “if anything it’s just really hot in here” he smiles holding back a laugh, as he tugs on the neck of his hoodie.

“you’re right it is pretty hot in here” you agree “maybe you should take that off” you suggest in a quieter voice your face burning as well

matt’s eyes are still glued on you, his heart skips a beat as he tugs his hoodie over his head, you follow his swift movements with your eyes and lightly chew your bottom lip.

“matt.. can i.. say something crazy” you blurt out without thinking. matt’s ears perked up at your question as he furrows his eyebrows at you “mhm” he hums softly with a hint of curiosity in it. my heart skips a beat and your breathing starts to get more intense, you look at the ground and debate if you’re going to hate yourself for admitting this or not “i.. want you”you blurted and looked back over at a red faced matt.

matt is speechless from what you said. he looks down at his hands fiddling with the string on the band of his sweatpants nervously before looking up at you again "you really want me?" he says in a hushed tone slightly smirking

you lean closer to him “i’ve always wanted you matt” you whisper in his ear, matt can feel your breath tickle his sensitive neck sending a chill down his spine. he’s radiating feelings he's never felt before. “i...i’ve always wanted you too" he whispered back. you lean back and look in his eyes, he looked so pretty right now. “you don’t know how many times i’ve thought about you matt” you say breathlessly eyes shooting between his eyes and lips.

matt still unable to form a complete sentence was thinking about what you were saying. he was still really nervous but decided to minimize the gap by leaning in even closer to you. as he was now just inches away from you. his heart is pounding out of his chest when he finally worked up just enough confidence to speak again in the most hushed tone "can...can I kiss you...?" he said in an almost whisper, barely able to get the words out

you nod and slowly lean in waiting for your hungry lips to touch. his soft lips smash onto yours, your hands sliding up in his hair gripping onto the back of it. minutes pass of your lips battling for dominance, his ultimately winning.

matts hands explore your waist and hips, he’s thought of the taste of you and the touch of your skin so many times, he grabs onto the skin on your hips roughly, eager for this moment, losing control of himself he snakes his hand around your waist to pull you onto his lap.

you whimper into his mouth at the feeling of him when you sat on his lap, feeling the pressure from the hard huge bulge in his pants makes you grip onto his hair tighter making matt groan and roll his head back, his hands eagerly made their way to your hips making them rock on his lap. releasing some pressure making us both grunt and moan.

matt’s head is rolled back as he’s whimpering mess, he’s clearly been needing you for a while. you feel the same. he’s guiding your hips to slide back and fourth, he looks up at you on his lap and connects your lips again passionately only for him to slide his tongue down your neck to bite and leave hickeys making you moan like crazy in his ear, he can’t help himself anymore, his needs are taking over.

he lifts you up and lies you on your back soon crawling on top of you smashing his lips onto yours once again making you gasp slightly, matt takes this as his opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, you instantly accepting. he’s kissing you rough and wet. matt’s starting to get restless teasing himself by pressing his hips against you. his curious hands grabbing at your skin. you can’t take it anymore either your legs already shaking with anticipation and needyness for him.

matt’s hands slide up your hips to pull down your pants, he breaks the kiss to pull the rest of your pants off while he admires you beneath him, his eyes mainly looking at your dark lust filled eyes, needy for him, and your swollen pink lips from the previous makeouts which you have pinched between your teeth, and your neck and tits which are covered in his hickeys. his signature smirk grows the more he looks at how messy and needy he’s made you for him.

his eyes trail his hands as they slide up your thighs and hook onto the lace of your underwear before he pauses to look at you for permission. you nod your head while pulling on the bottom of the t-shirt he had on. “give me a minute baby, let me look at you.” matt says sliding your underwear down your thighs slowly and teasingly. he’s lustfully looking at you. memorizing every curve and freckle on your beautiful body never wanting to forget this moment.

“matt please fuck me” you beg “im on the pill i want you raw.” you say as you wrap your thighs around his waist making his cock twitch, he grips onto your thighs roughly pulling you closer to him.

he lets go to slide his shirt over his head. he pulls his sweats down his hard dick springing out as he does so. making you squirm slightly. his eyes find yours again and he licks his lips before passionately kissing you again.

you feel him slide his dick between your folds making your back arch and whimper into the kiss. he pulls away disconnecting your lips before he slowly slides himself into you watching your reaction as you stretch around him. his mouth gasping and moaning at how tight you are. your hands grip onto the back of his hair as you whimper, he was bigger then anyone you’ve had before. he struggles to give you a minute to get used to him by slowly pumping into you, he tucked his head in the crook of your neck biting and sucking on your neck while moaning needing to be rougher with you.

it didn’t take you that long to get used to him but minutes pass of you purposefully making him go slow to tease him, watching him slowly thrust in and out of you as he whines and moans, squeezing your hips. you tighten your legs around his waist pushing him fully into you quickly making him moan and curse under his breath. “faster” you moan as you look up at him. he instantly obliges and picks up speed. both of you moaning messes, matt’s hands still exploring your body, feeling you and kissing your skin. he’s jerked off to the thought of this since he’s met you, so naturally he’s excited. making it harder for him to last, he stopped himself before he got too close to make this last longer. he pulled out his throbbing dick and rested it on your lower stomach, his breath heavy letting out small moans on every exhale.

he looks in your eyes with a little bit of shame “i’m sorry i was going to cum” he admits sheepishly. “it’s okay” you giggle and kiss his already burning red cheek, pulling his head down for him to lay on your chest, matt didn’t complain and muffled a smile as he laid on your boobs like a pillow.

after a few seconds of catching your breaths he sits up on his knees and takes your hand to make you sit up, he sits down and pulls you on his lap. you smile at him then slide down his dick automatically making both of you moan, you start to ride him with your hands on his chest traveling up to his hair. him moaning and grunting with every bounce, his hands gripping your tits underneath your tank top. before he slides it over your head. admiring your tits, he starts to kiss your collarbones and all over your tits making eye contact the whole time. his pretty blue eyes looking up at you from between your tits was enough to almost send you over, the feeling of his soft lips nipping at your tits and his dick in your stomach had you squeezing him in between your thighs.

matt feels you begin to tighten around him as you slow down to stop yourself. without second thought he grabs your hips and thrusts into you, he needed to make you cum. he pounded his dick into you, and held your hands behind your back. he watched you moan and whine as you became closer. you tighten around his dick letting him know you’re cumming. he goes harder. “fuck matt” you moan out as you feel the knot in your stomach release and you cum all over him. matt’s breath is heavy and hot, still watching you cum on him. his eyes dark.

he keeps pounding himself into you faster and harder, his hands on your hips holding you up, your legs are weak and trembling as you moan out his name. he starts grunting and moaning out your name as he gets closer and cums inside of you.

his breath is heavy and his heart is pounding. you sit up and he pulls out of you making all of his cum spill out onto his sensitive dick. he watches with his mouth slightly open “oh my fuck” he says under his breath. he looks up at you and a smile tugs on his and your lips. you climb off and he slides his pants back up. never looking away from you. you shyly slide your underwear and tank top back on to have some clothing on.

he slightly pouts when you pull your shirt down cutting off his view from your perfect tits. but smile instantly returned when you scooted beside him. he smiled and wrapped his arms around you and laid down pulling you with him, causing you to start to laugh.

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Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader part 2

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little,Toxic!Trent, and probably more that I can’t think off the top my head.

Excuse any errors

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“Cmon Trent. Faster Arnold. Faster.” Coach Klein practically spat out. Blowing the players ear drums. It was way too early for them to be doing sprints and jogging around the pitch.

But that was Coach Klein for you. It was karma for the boys that decided to go late drinking last night. Some didn’t even show up but the others were suffering and throwing up on the grass due to their hangover.

Thankfully Trent wasn’t like those idiots and instead focused more on getting his extra gaming time. Which consisted of him gaming non stop from 6pm to 3am.

Pretty crazy right.

“How are you not dying.” One of the guys panted, adjusting his shirt as he had gotten tackled to the ground earlier.

“Because I was smart unlike you guys and didn’t go out binge drinking before a practice.” Trent scowled as he began doing high knee touches. He was fine.

“Oh shut up Arnold.”

The sound of loud music blasting through a speaker had made everyone glance up to see who it could be. Tyler the oldest Arnold had came running from the building.

“Trent!” He called out frantically once he finally got come on the pitch. Trent paused confused on why he was so static.

“What?”

Tyler attempted to reveal what had him rushing over here but damn did he wish that he was athletic.

“Agnes is coming.” He rasped out hands on his knees and all. However Trent didn’t see anything odd about her appearance.

Because she was known to always randomly show up at his training sessions. Only because she wanted to see Ibrahima.

The two were in the talking stage and she had taken a huge liking in him. Of course Trent approved but threatened him with the typical.

If you break her heart I’ll break you. But he knew that he was harmless so he didn’t really mind.

“Okay and what? She always comes to the training session.” Trent still wasn’t seeing the messages and tried to push past Tyler to see why the whole team was crowded around the fence.

“Bro can you move…” Trent rolled his eyes but Tyler didn’t budge. He just looked down knowing mostly because he knew that Y/n and Agnes had arrived which of course was turning head.

All he wanted to do was protect his brother because lord only knows how he was gonna react. After a more seconds of arguing back and forth Tyler saw how Trent’s face dropped and it dawned on him.

Trent couldn’t think straight. Was that you? You had surely matured physically. You had golden locs that went down to your bottom. Your body was covered in a couple of tattoos. Nothing to extreme. He wasn’t exactly surprised as you had voiced wanting to get tattoos when you two were “together”.

But you never did it because he claimed that it wouldn’t suit you. What a cunt right. And as soon you had glanced up your face fell and your heart dropped to your ass. It was like you were in a trance that you couldn't seem to break out of. Especially since this supposed pick up that Agnes needed to get was from Trent?!

Which she failed to notify you the second she woke you up from your beauty sleep claiming she needed to get her charger and she didn't want to go alone. Now you felt dumb because clearly this was her plan.

To get you to rip the band-Aid off and get the unwieldy situation over and done with. Better to do it now then at the family get together. Suddenly you felt the urge to let everything out you had this morning. Dashing past Agnes, you sprinted past her in her directly into the ladies restroom.

Meanwhile Trent had turned to the nearest bin and released his stomach. Causing all of his teammates to grimace in disgust, and in sympathy as some knew the reason for his little episode.

''It's okay buddy, let it all out.'' Tyler patted his back with a uptight smile, not knowing his brother could get a weak stomach from just seeing his ex.

'' I can't believe you lied to me!'' You seethed at Agnes aggressively chucking water at her which she dodged trying to not laugh. You were currently hiding in the restroom not wanting to go out there as you expected Trent to still be present practicing.

Honestly you didn't think you would be able to take the stares after your little stunt plus him being there let alone was a whole dilemma.

''To be fair I never lied to you, I already told you I was getting something from a friend.'' She shrugged not seeing the problem at all.

''Yeah well Trent isn't your friend he's your brother and my ex sneaky link!'' You recalled acting as if she had amnesia. The two continued quarrel until finally y/n had gotten over mini mental break down and they went to the pitch where all the guys had continued their drills as if her presence was known existent. Good. It was what you had desired.

''Good to see you y/n. I'm sorry that my idiot of a sister didn't give you a heads up.'' Tyler side eyed Agnes, as he brought you into a hug which made you chuckle. Years later and they still bickered like little kids things never change.

''Oh piss off Ty!'' She rolled her eyes knowing that her intentions weren't pure and that the plan didn't go through. Trent and you still haven't spoken however you could feel his heated gaze on you which was quite annoying.

''No because you knew damn well what you were doing talking about damn charger my ass.'' You had zoned out from the conversation and let your eyes drift up to the dread-head who was already looking at you.

He rolled his eyes and went back to kicking the ball which made your heart clench a little. Why was he being so cold? Acting as if you were the one that left him all high and dry when in reality it was him that fucked up your situationship.

Now he just ruined your mood completely you're gonna a have a attitude the whole day because of him.

"Trent, bring your butt over here!" Agnes hollered loudly sounding like one of those hoodrats, which judging by the way Trent grimaced he was without a doubt embarrassed.

He quickly jogged over and you couldn't refrain from ogling how his thighs looked so scrumptious in those football shorts. As he jogged over the way they tensed, and how his build was so broad but the second he opened his mouth you wished he never opened it.

Or the way his locs bounced with every jog he truly was beautiful but he no longer belonged to you.

''Yes what do you want Agnes. im in the middle of a game.'' He scorned his tone dissmissive as he greeted her with a hug, and barely acknowledged which made you swallow the lump in your throat.

prick

''First of all you better fix that tone and i dont care if you're in the middle of a game. I want my charger.'' She hisses,making him groan as his teammates chuckled in the back at how he was getting his ass given to him by his older sister.

'' fine fine its in my bag.'' He quickly retreived his bag and chucked her the charger going back to the field.

''Wait, are you even go greet Y/n!?' Trent simply ignored her comment jogging back on the field which made Agnes so furious, that she almost was about to beat his ass for his lack of manners but Tyler held her back.

''He's such a dickhead how is gonna greet me and not you.'' Agnes ranted as she drove back to her apartment. She couldn't wrap her head around why her brother was so rude and moody.

She spoke with him on the phone earlier and he seemed to be in good sprits, then now as soon You came into the picture he was suddenly a heartless prick.

''Seriously, Agnes it's fine you know him better than I do he'll come around eventually hes not a rude person, the walls will crumble eventually.''

Agnes sent you a odd look. This was not the y/n she knew she was more hot headed and probably would've have slapped Trent on that field after his nonsense.

''You seem less madder than me, what's up with that girl?''

You let out a chuckle leaning back in the passanger seat.'' Oh trust me, I am pissed. But I am not gonna let some dread-head ruin my mood. I came to Liverpool for you not his punk ass.''

On top of that you had been dedicating spending more time with god and this was a prime example of you changing for the better. Because like Agnes stated the old you would've killed Trent for his little stunt.

Yet you decided to be the bigger and better person. You don't need him in your life he was temporary. Maybe its good that he ignored you could be released from his shackles.

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A few days later

Today was the day that you were meant to go to visit Dianna and Victor. Oh how you missed Dianne's cooking her scrumptious shepherds pie that she would make every holiday. Fortunately, it was Easter so this was the only thing you were quite exhilarated for besides seeing the rest of the Arnold family.

''Why are you in such good spirits.'' Agnes had came out of her bedroom to see you dancing and singing along to Megan thee Stallion. A broom in your right hand being used presumably as your microphone.

You glanced up not even bothered by her appearance instead turning down the music and observing how her beautiful curly hair was a birds nest.

A frown was displayed on her lips at the amount of ruckus going on.

''Because I am happy to see my husband."' You recited that one tik tok audio of Beyonce, that has been going viral. And she chuckles knowing damn well you were talking about the shepherd pie.

"Okay is that all? Because I have a really sexy looking man and his name is bed.'' She chortled with sarcasm.'' And I really really wanna see him so do you mind!'' Agnes was slowly starting to lose her mind and you've only been here for a week.

She just can stand how you randomly get burst of energy to do something.

Like one time she woke up at 4am to find you vaccuming the floor as you claimed the white noise soothed your mind. Or the time where her and her man were trying to get her freak on and you barged in asking about what pizza you wanted.

Lets just say, being your roommate was not the easiest. She loved you to death but honestly she gives Trent credit for keeping up with your shennigans.

Having a talk with you is definitely one of the things on her list after the dinner.

''Of course not, knock yourself out girl.''

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Time skip to dinner

It was around 6:30 pm now and you and Agnes had arrived an hour early to keep her parents company. Fortunately for you, Trent and his brothers were sent out to get Nandos for the family so you just missed him. However that didn't mean that his name still wasn't being mentioned even though he was not present.

''So how are you and Trent.'' Diana smoothly brought her son up, as you helped her in the kitchen with the turkey that was due to be placed in the oven.

Peering up, you flashed her a fake smile not wanting to tell her how he practically gave you the cold shoulder the other day while at his practice. It was petty and childish.

He should have greeted you but you were with Trent long enough to know how petty he was. So you weren't entirely shook by his cold demeanour

'' Respectfully Dianne, there was never a Trent and I. We were just two kids mucking around.'' Dianne had straightened up her face was netural which scared you a bit. Because you never knew how could she be feeling.

''It was pointless and in the end he made up his mind to end it so that's it. So can we please focus on the more positive things.'' You exhaled, trying to not get yourself riled up over her son,

Dianne just pursed her lips with a soft smile , you had matured so much since the last time she had seen you. Because the old you, oh lord knows you would've made Trent's life hell.

'' Understood.''

As on cue, the boys came home their loud scouser accents filled the entire household along with Caleb's laughter. Once they boys had noticed you they wasted no time rushing over and hugging you.

Well Trent…. he just nodded.

Lord take the wheel was all you thought.

this was going to be an eventful night.

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I’m so sorry for the long wait guys! I had major sitters block but this imagine is written and that’s all that matters!

And I also wanna thank you guys so much for all the love and support in both the Jude and Trent imagines. I honestly didn’t think it would blow up but thank youuuu.

I’ll see you in the next part.🤎🤎

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The Man On The Hill: Vince Leone x Reader

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Companion piece to One Night - You're the first woman after Sharon.

Vince can’t pretend he doesn’t know what you look like underneath that sheriff’s uniform. That he hasn’t seen the scar on your right shoulder that looks like a bullet wound or traced his lips over the tattoo on your thigh. Whenever you're in any sort of proximity he can’t help but remember the night the two of you spent together. His calloused palms roving all over your body, the taste of your honey on his tongue, that sweet little noise you made for him when you climaxed.

You’ve lit a fire in him that will just not be sated and he thinks you feel it too.

The first time he invites you over, he fucks you on the couch. There’s a wordless agreement between you that the bedroom is off limits. That was his wife’s domain and there’s no space for her in the shit the two of you get up to together. When you fall asleep, he holds you close, his face buried in your hair as his fingertips stroke through it. It’s been a long time since he’s had a goodnight’s sleep but when he wakes up the next morning with a crick in his back, he feels more well rested than he has in years.

Vince doesn’t intend for it to become a regular thing but it does. Sunday nights he cooks at his place, Wednesdays you order take out at yours. There’s usually some fooling around in between depending whose on call and when.

It’s only when he’s shopping for condoms two towns over that realises the madness of it all. You’ve have been seeing each other for over six months at this point, there’s commitment there, love. Why the hell is he still hiding it?

He thinks of Sharon on the drive back, the conversation they had before she’d collapsed at the Fire Camp Cookout.

“Promise me you won’t become that grumpy old fire chief that lives on the hill.” She’d requested, her hands clasping his so tightly he thought her fingers might break. “That you’ll live your life, try to move on, be happy.”

“There is no happy without you.” He’d told her, his thumb chasing over the wedding band on her finger.

“Vince, I know you won’t deny a dying woman her final wish.” She had said, giving him that look. “You need to make me this promise.”

So he had because his wife was dying and he would have given her anything in that moment. Twelve hours later she was gone and he had become that man on the hill. He had been that man for over three years before he met you.

“I want people to know.” He tells you later that night. The two of you are curled up on the couch together, a blanket draped over your legs because it gets a little cold up here during the winter. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close as his lips brush over your temple. “I don’t want this to be a secret anymore.”

“That is a bell you can’t unring.” You remind him, your palm coming to rest on the space where his heart resides.

“I know.” He tells you. “But we’re getting serious and I’m sick of going out of town to buy prophylactics.”

You laugh and that sound, Jesus he didn’t realise just how much he loved it until this moment.

“I’m crazy about you.” He finds himself telling you, his lips brushing over yours. “Absolutely crazy."

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Snippet 11 - Quiet Understanding

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The next time one of the youngest bunny siblings traipsed into Donnie’s lab, it was not at all within the parameters of any scenario that he had anticipated.

Mari came slinking in so quietly, even his sensitive hearing aids almost failed to pick up the sound. Her padded steps were so soft and careful, it was as if she didn’t even want to hear her own footfalls. He could even go so far as to say that she was as silent as any ninja, although Donnie knew the Miyamoto clan had no training in that style.

When his sensors did pick up on her presence, she was almost already right behind him.

He swiveled in his chair abruptly. She froze mid-stride. Her ears were trembling and her eyes were rimmed with red.

He knew practically nothing about the younger bunny twin, due to the fact that he hardly interacted with her. With minimal data, all he could tell for sure was that she was extraordinarily introverted, and for some reason enjoyed Raph’s tea parties. Why she would be coming to him unannounced, he had no idea.

“What’s the matter with you?” Donnie asked.

“You’re not sick,” said Donnie.

He tugged his goggles down over his eyes and activated a quick scan. It revealed an elevated heart rate, minor congestion in her sinuses, and some light inflammation in her corneas. Nothing that indicated illness.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes welled, and she swiped them with the heel of her hand. “Yes I am. I need something…to fix me.”

“Fix what?”

“You make potions like mystics, right? Ishi-nii-san said so. And you made him better.”

Donnie resisted the urge to criticize her comparison of his science to the backward mysticism her culture subscribed to. “Your brother has quantifiable symptoms that can be tempered with the right admixture of medications. But I can’t create medicine for vague or nonexistent problems, so if you want something, explain it properly.”

She hesitated, and for a moment looked as if she might just turn and leave. Instead she said, slowly, “Riko was humming again. And when I told her to stop she got mad and called me stupid again.”

Donnie cocked an eyebrow. “It’s not stupid to ask someone else to allay their noise pollution.”

“But only simple people have to have quiet to concentrate. I’m not supposed to get so annoyed when Riko sings or makes noise.” Mari twisted the lacing on her tunic between her fingers. “Usually I don’t mind too much, but…today I was mean and I asked her to be quiet anyway.”

Donnie cocked an eyebrow. “Why is that mean?”

“Because she wasn’t even very loud like she is sometimes. But it still made my ears hurt and my head fuzzy and my tummy all shaky.”

“Oh. That.” Donnie swiveled the goggles back up to the top of his head.

“Can you make it better?”

“Of course not.”

He spoke little too quickly and bluntly, based on the absolutely crestfallen look that overtook her.

Donnie added, “But only because there’s nothing to fix. Aversion to auditory stimulation isn’t an illness that you take medicine for.”

He knew what it was like to feel overstimulated. And he’d read enough medical journals to understand sensory issues and how to handle them. It didn’t mean that Mari was deficient, just that she was more sensitive than most. She needed quiet and privacy more than noise and social interaction.

He watched as her eyes began to fill again. Oh, Hawking. Of course no one had ever explained this to her. From what he heard, the clan’s so-called ‘healers’ hadn’t even bothered to treat Usagi’s wounds when he was a child for fear it would hinder the mystic tattoos. With that level of incompetence, Donnie was surprised him and his siblings had survived for as long as they did.

“Auditory hypersensitivity isn’t uncommon,” said Donnie. “Adaptability is optimal in someone your age, and it’s just a matter of mitigating the stimulation to a tolerable level and practicing coping strategies for moments when extenuation is impossible.”

Mari blinked.

Donnie sighed. “Your body doesn’t like loud noises. That’s okay. You’re not sick, and you’re not stupid.”

“But Riko likes loud noises. And being busy. And being around lots of other people all the time…”

“So?” said Donnie. “Twins can be different.”

Her face fell, and he wondered what the problem was. He and Leo had never really been alike. He'd thought that sort of thing when it came to siblings and twins was obvious.

“Here.” Donnie tugged the headset loose from around his ears and plopped them onto her head. One quick twist adjusted the headband and tucked the speakers in close to her ears.

In true Donnie fashion, he hadn’t been able to resist enhancing his hearings aids to adjust volume and filter background noises. He spun the dial to what was essentially a ‘sound-canceling’ setting, and the fins retracted. (Strange to have that option for someone who was nearly deaf, but versatility was inestimable.)

Mari’s eyes widened.

“Quieter, right?” asked Donnie.

She nodded.

Donnie tapped a button that would emit a low wash of white noise. He watched with satisfaction as Mari’s shoulders relaxed and the faintest of smiles threatened to break through.

“Better?” Donnie couldn’t hear his own voice, much less her answer, but he could easily surmise what her vigorous nod meant.

“Stay here where I can see you.” He pointed to a nearby stool. “And if you break those I will make myself new ones out of your ears.”

She smiled and nodded again. Probably couldn’t hear a word he was saying. Perfect.

He turned back to his desk and flipped to a blank page in his sketchbook to begin the basic design. It wasn’t a staggering challenge, but recreating his tech to fit a rabbit yokai and grow with her would provide an interesting afternoon project. It should occupy him for a few hours, at least, and the way Mari immediately hopped onto the nearest swiveling stool and snagged a book on the evolutionary processes of insects told him she could entertain herself quietly for however long it took.

He would make hers smaller and lighter, of course. Fitted so they wouldn’t even be noticeable once they were in place, hidden under the tufts of fur around her ears.

He didn’t bother to ask what color she wanted.

How fortuitous that she already wore purple.

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When the Kids are Away

Kinktober Day 12 - Jake

Jake/Human!Reader, mentioned Jake/Reader/Neytiri

Warnings: 18+, Fingering, Dom!Jake, Sub!Reader, Sir Kink, Spanking, DILF Jake, Bondage, Breeding Kink

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Come on, baby girl. Don’t you wanna have some fun?” Jake persists, asking me for the seventh time. 

“No, you idiot. You’re always too impatient to prepare me properly.” I snap, getting sick of this conversation.

“What if I promise to prepare you more this time? Do it just like Tiri does it.” He bribes.

A snort slips out of my mouth, “I’m gonna tell Tiri you said that. No one can do it like Tiri.”

Jakes's hands went up in surrender, “Don’t I know it, no one out matches our Tiri with that tongue of hers.” 

I walk over and wrap my arms around Jake’s waist, “I miss them,” I sigh.

Jake holds me in his arms, “I miss them too. I know they just left to visit Mo’at, but a three-day flight, with a week-long stay, and then the flight back, that too long for us to be separated.” 

“Stupid rules. I want our kids back and Tiri back.” I tried to hold back a whine.

“We still have 13 days left, baby.” 

I let loose a dramatic whine, “I’ve never not had the kids with us! Even before I mated with you and Neytiri, I watched the kids! I’ve never gone a night without the kids in the same room!”

“I know, baby, I’m thinking the same things. The marui is too quiet.” Jake rubs my back.

The breeze of the ocean, the crackle of the fire pit, and the creaking of the marui floors. There are no sounds of chatter or bickering. No Spider showing me the new Metkayina armband he had made and the healing from his tattoo. No Neteyam telling me about his day, as I teach him some olf human weaving. No Kiri chatting to me about the creatures she had seen today. No Lo’ak explaining the new fishing technique he learned or bemoaning about Aonung. No Tuk showing me the new necklace she had made that day, telling me about the friends she had made. I want my babies back! The burning of tears pricks at my eyes.

“Oh, baby girl. It will be okay; they’ll be back soon and tell us everything they did. They’ll talk through the eclipse and into the next sunrise. We’ll have to beg them to stop.” Jake kneels so he can hold me tighter, pulling my face into his neck.

I chuckle even though it sounds wet, “I know, and I know I’m being dramatic, but I don’t know how to do this right now.” My hands travel up, wrapping around his neck and holding his locks.

“That's okay, we’ll both figure it out. Maybe we can go for a ride on my tsurak, and go for a swim after?” He murmurs into my hair.

I look up from under my lashes, “Ride to our island?” I ask.

Jake’s tail swishes in delight, but his voice is calm. “Yeah, we can go to our island. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

I smile up at him, “We haven’t had enough time for us to go out in a while, with Neteyam healing and getting Spider accommodated. Although that kid adjusted better than all of us here.”

Jake groans from the reminder, “I know, seriously, he was not the kid I thought I’d have to beat suitors off with a stick.”

I laugh at his plight; watching him pop up like a daisy terrifying Spider’s admirers has become one of my favorite pastimes. However, I can’t help but wonder, if Jake is like this with his son, I can’t imagine what he’ll be like with Kiri and Tuk.

“Ha ha ha, I’m glad you find this funny. Now, I wouldn’t be laughing at the person who’s gonna take you for a ride.” Jake smirks.

“Okay, okay, it’s seeing you be overprotective over our kids. It turns me on a bit,” I admit with a sly grin.

Jake cocks an eyebrow, his expression matching mine, “It turns you on, baby? What else do I do that turns you on?”

“Well, when all the kids were little, and you’d cradle them in one arm, I’d see your biceps flex while holding our baby so tenderly.” I started.

“What else?” He noses my neck.

“When that creep in the scientist lab started paying too much attention to Kiri, you beat the ever-living shit out of him. That was like an aphrodisiac straight into my veins.” 

“That’s what that was about? I just thought you and Neytiri started without me.” Jake laughed. 

“Oh, we did. But our foreplay was me telling her everything you did in detail.” I whisper.

“Oh fuck, my girls are naughty.” Jake moans.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t love it. I believe that night you came more times than you ever had in one night. We worshiped you that night.” I tugged his locks as he nibbled on my neck.

“You did. Now I think it’s time I returned that favor tonight.” Jake attacked my neck with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses that dominated the whole side of my neck.

 I gasp from the pleasure, loving my neck being played through. Jakes's lips and tongue lavish my neck with attention as he sucks the skin into his mouth, undoubtedly leaving a purple mark on my neck. Jake’s hands grasp my hips, just his two hands wrapped around my waist and touched. I love the way he makes me feel so small. 

Jake’s enthusiasm continues as he trails down to my breasts, covered by a na’vi chest covering designed to also work as a bra, holding my breasts in place while woven in the traditional Omatikaya style. I couldn’t keep Netiri off of me, and Jake wasn’t subtle about how his slit was open whenever he saw my breasts. 

Jake grunted in frustration, not liking his pursuit being hindered. So he ripped it off of me, stones, beads, and shells scattered across our marui.

“Jake!” I gasped, ignoring the heat in my loins, “That was the one I had just finished! Made from materials of the Awa'atlu waters!” I bemoaned all my hard work for nothing. 

Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll just hold them with my hands. You won't need another covering again.” Jake grasped my breasts, one in each hand, and his lips found my nipple without hesitation. 

I arched my back, thrusting my chest into his face as he sucked on my nipple. I pull Jake’s head to my chest, tugging on his locks. 

“Oh, that feels good,” I moan. 

Jake bites my nipple in response. His other hand wasn’t idle, rubbing, pulling, and tweaking the other nipple. 

“Jake want more.” I gasp.

“More, baby? More what? You got to use your words.” From here, he switched breasts.

A blush erupts over my body, “Please, Jake, my pussy.” 

One lone finger travels down my core, gently caressing through the tweng I wear, “Like this baby?”

I groan from his teasing, “Jake, don’t be a fucking tease,”

Smack! Jake’s large hand slapped my ass.

“Don’t be a fucking brat,” Jake growled, my ass stinging from his strike.  

“Please, Jake-”

Smack! Burning pain flowing through my ass.  

“That’s not the right name,” His voice low.

“Please, Sir, I need you in my pussy!” I beg.

“Good girl,” One of his long finers slips under my tweng, covering the digit in my slick, his thumb circling my clit. 

“Sir, please, need you.” I roll my hips, grinding into his fingers.

Jake’s long finger entered my cunt, the single digit bringing a burning pleasure. Long, thick, and stretching me so much already, but he just leaves it there unmoving.

“There you go, baby, I’m inside you.” I didn’t have to look at his face to know he was smirking, using his other hand to stop my hips from moving. 

“Sir!”

“What? I did exactly what you asked. I’m even playing with your clit. Aren’t I so good for you?” Jake’s teeth latch onto my ribs, sucking the skin into his mouth. 

“Please, Sir, I want your cock.” I ask sweetly.

A booming laugh erupts from Jake as he backs off, his fingers leaving me, “You told me that I don’t prepare you enough. So no, baby, you don't get my cock.”

Running to Jake, I grasp at his tweng, unable to reach farther, “No, please, Sir! I was being a brat! Please punish me so I can have your cock!” I desperately beg, my eyes wide.

But I find no sympathy in his, only dark amusement, “Oh, I’ll punish you for being a brat. But you made yourself clear; you don’t get my cock until Neytiri returns and can prepare you herself.”

“No, please, Sir,” I beg one last time. 

Smack! My ass was turning red just from the three hits. “That enough.” He finalizes, “Take off your tweng and lay on the table. On your front and hold the top of it.” 

“Yes, Sir,” I mope as I drag myself over. 

Smack! Another hit to my ass, “Don’t fucking drag your feet, you asked for this.” 

I quickly rushed to do as Jake said, not wanting to make my punishment worse. I haul myself onto the eating table, the cool wood bites into my nipples. I grab the top of the table as I stretch my legs out flat. Jake lets out a pleased hum as his hand gazes across my body. Once he reaches my wrists, his hand takes them into his hold. Grabbing a piece of my broken top, Jake binds my hands to the loop carved into the table before grabbing two more parts of the broken top. Jake soon leaves my vision as he goes behind me, his large hands pushing my thighs apart. Jake takes his time as he binds each of my ankles to the table. Bearing me to him and the marui. 

“Now, ain’t this the perfect view. “ He admires. 

A whine left me embarrassed from being this open. 

“Aww, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you.” Jake settles on the other end of the table, fitting himself between my thighs, “Now you’re gonna be a good girl for me and take what I give you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter, voice muffled from the table.

Jake’s hands reach up and trail along my thighs, his nails leaving marks in their wait. “I fucking love your ass almost as much as your pussy.” His hands grope my ass, squeezing tight, “Now, about that punishment, you were pretty bratty earlier, but I know you’re upset, so I’ll let you get away with it this time.” 

Smack! Another hit on my ass; one hand is big enough to cover both globes. 

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t spank this gorgeous ass. It’s one of my favorite things to do: watch it turn red and watch it move with each hit. I remember all those years ago when you begged Tiri and I to spank your ass. Fuck that was of your best ideas.” Jake enuncated with another spank.

With a harsh thrust, Jake fully seated a finger inside me.

“Oh! Fuck!” I shouted in surprise as he continued a thrust harshly.

Jake chuckles under his breath, deep-sounding, “That feel good, baby? I like having you scream on just a finger. So fucking tight.” Jake quickly adds a second one.

“Sir! Big, it’s big, Sir!” Trying to hump back onto Jake’s fingers.

Smack!

“Keep that ass still, and take what I give you!” He snarled.

Smack!

“Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!” I cry over the pleasure.

“Fucking good girl,” Jake said lowly.

I could barely hear what Jake said over the sounds coming from my pussy, the wet squelching noise loud with the thrusts of his fingers. Hearing those lewd sounds come from me makes the fire burning in me grow. 

Jake taunted, “You want another finger, baby? Need me to stretch your little pussy wider?” 

“Please, Sir!” 

Smack!

“Words, baby, use your words!”

Smack!

“I want another finger, please, Sir!”

A third finger quickly joins inside, Jake never stopping his fast tempo. Moans spill from my lips, my breath skipping from the power of his thrusts. 

“P-pl-please!” I beg, not sure for what.

“Please what babygirl? You gotta ask properly.”

Jake’s fingers rubbed and pressed on my g spot. He hit it every trust-in and scrapped his fingers on it every time he left. I don’t know what I want. All I know are his fingers and the way he makes me feel.

I scream out my frustration and pleasure, “Ple-please! D-don’t know! Please, Sir!” 

“Don’t know, hmm? Then let sir take care of you. Come on, say it.” Cockiness eases through his every pore. 

“Ple-Please! He-lp, me, Sir!” I sob.

The pleasure becoming too much, and the pain in my ass adding to the tightening in my core. Jake stands, leaning over the side, his fingers never leaving my cunt, but this position lets him go faster, harder. 

“Okay, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.” With that, he thrust in his pinky.

“Oh fuck! Please!” I arch the best I can, wanting more of the stretch.

“Please, Sir! Need your cock! Please!”

Smack!

“I told you no! That’s final!” Jake growled out.

“Please! Want your cum! Want a baby! Please give me a baby!” 

“Oh fuck,” I hear Jake whisper.

Then nothing. His fingers were ripped from my cunt, and Jake walked to my front, his hand holding where his slit was under his tweng. Jake kneels in front of me, kissing me soundly, full of passion.

“You want a baby? I’ll give you a baby.”

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