#i just want someone to cuddle with by a bonfire

[the-oblivious-writer]

Get Her Back!

Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Athena!Reader

One-shot

Summary: You and Clarisse have always had a reputation for the rollercoaster you both called your relationship. While on another one of your "breaks," you decide you want to mess with her

Warning(s): Swearing, Clarisse & r are hella toxic, jealousy (on both ends but mostly jealous!Clarisse), making out (nothing more is hinted at, just Clarisse & r kissing like the problematic girlfriends they are), & arguing

Notes: Wooo this one got a bit heated before I knew it. Hope you enjoy

You and Clarisse La Rue… how does one sum up your relationship with the Ares kid? You and her were known for being on and off, arguing almost as much as you made out. You were both in a toxic, heated, yet passionate, relationship. 

Oh, how you loved each other. 

You met Clarisse the first summer you got to camp. It didn’t take long for you to discover what you had gotten yourself into. She argued with you about everything, she had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye; you couldn’t help but be attracted to her, even when she was so obviously lying about her height. 

The first time you left Clarisse was in the spring, that was when your current dynamic truly started. You lasted about a week before you were back in her arms, forgetting how you threw all her stolen clothes out your cabin’s window just a few nights before. 

You were currently going through another one of your breaks with Clarisse while you laid down on your bed, reading as you tried to ignore another little lecture from your friend. 

“All I’m saying is that I don’t understand why you stay with her, you know? The second my boyfriend did me wrong, I kicked his ass out the door. For good,” he said, sitting at the end of your bed.

“That’s because you didn’t have what me and Clarisse have,” you responded, looking up at him from your book. He shrugged, mumbling, “Whatever.” 

“Do you love or hate her? I honestly can’t tell anymore. One second, she’s the worst human being to ever exist but then the next, she’s the love of your life, the woman you’re gonna marry.”

“I guess it’s up and down,” you replied in a nonchalant tone before looking back at your book.

He lightly chuckled, shaking his head a bit as he said, “I need to learn when to give up trying to figure you out.”

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Later that night was the bonfire. You didn’t really feel like attending but your friend had basically begged you to go. Just five minutes in, and he was already flirting with a girl from cabin ten. You were staring off into the fire, red solo cup in your hand, when you suddenly heard somebody sit next to you. You turned your head to see a dark haired boy, looking at you with a smile as he spoke.

“Hey gorgeous, I’m Steve. I think I’ve seen you around before. Athena cabin, right?” He asked, his eyes never pulling from you. You didn’t feel like entertaining him. You weren’t stupid, you knew he was flirting with you. But thoughts of not reciprocating his flirtatious attitude quickly disappear when you see Clarisse watching from the corner of your eyes. 

All night you had to watch Clarisse cuddle up with someone who wasn’t you. And all night you refused to give her the attention you knew she was hoping to get out of it, your pride and stubbornness wouldn’t allow you to. So when you finally get the chance for that sweet revenge, you don't hesitate.

You looked at the boy next to you, putting on a sweet smile and placing a hand on his knee. “Yeah, cabin six. What about you?” You slightly tilted your head, looking at him as if he was the most interesting person on earth.

“Hermes cabin,” he responded. He suddenly grew a bit shy under touch, but welcomed it nevertheless. “Hey do you uh… wanna get out of here? I know this cool spot I could show you.” You knew what that was code for; do you want to make out?

“Sure, sounds good,” you winked at him before getting up. He held his hand out for you, which you took as you both began to walk away from the fire. Clarisse's eyes were on you the whole time, clenching her jaw as she watched you walk with him hand in hand. She ignored her siblings’ confused looks as she walked over to you before you and Steve could go any further.

“I think she’s good here,” she said—not asked.

“Um, I think she can make her own decisions. She’s a big girl, if she wants to go, she can go,” he responded. 

“I don’t know who you think you are, but she’s not leaving with you.” She glared at the boy with storms in her eyes, her fists balled up. By now your hands were separated from the boy’s, watching the entertaining scene in front of you with a knowing look on your face.

“Excuse me–” Before he could get himself into any more trouble, you walked to Clarisse’s side—she instantly put her hand on your lower back.

“Listen it was nice meeting you Steve, but she’s right; I should really get going; it’s getting kinda late.” You gave him a fake apologetic look. “Maybe I’ll see you around some other time?” You managed to get out as Clarisse was practically dragging you away. 

“What’s your problem?” You said to her when you both finally made it to the cabin—her cabin. 

“My problem? What’s yours! You know Steve is a douchebag, we were literally laughing about it last week,” Clarisse let out with an aggravated tone. 

“Why do you care so much? Shouldn’t you be thrilled that somebody else is stuck with my high maintenance ass!” She only rolled eyes, shaking her head. “Yeah, you really think I wouldn’t bring that up!” You dryly laughed.

“Oh my Gods,” she mumbled before continuing. “You are the most frustrating woman I have ever met!”

“And you’re the most hot-tempered woman I have ever met!” You shouted back, throwing your hands up as you stepped closer to her. “You’re a hot-headed asshole!”

“Well it’s better than being a stubborn know-it-all!” She took a step towards you; your faces were now no more than inches apart. You both stole a glance at the other’s lip before a moment of silence. Suddenly, your lips connected. She was firmly gripping your waist while one of your hands found itself in her hair as the other held the back of her neck.

“I fucking hate you,” you mumbled breathless against her lips. She pushed you up against the cabin door; Gods, you didn’t even care that you were still outside and anybody could just walk by.

“I fucking hate you too.” Her kissing was hungry, passionate. Blood was rushing through veins, your cheeks were warm, and butterflies had erupted in your stomach. You could feel Clarisse feeling for the door's handle for a few seconds before you reached behind you to turn it.

You both went inside, Clarisse kicking the door shut. You could feel her warm touch as her hand grazed the skin of your lower back. She walked you backwards toward her bed, never daring to pull away. 

“Fuck, I love you,” you let out as Clarisse moved down to your neck.

“I love you too, don’t you forget it,” she murmurs against you. 

Clarisse La Rue may have been narcissistic, stubborn, hot-headed, and pretentious, but you were your mother’s daughter, so maybe you could fix her.

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A/N: she could abuse me, beat the dog-shit outta me, cheat on me, hit me with her car

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse larue x reader #clarisse la rue #dior goodjohn #pjo fanfic #pjo x reader #heros of olympus

[blackbirdie1234]

Paul's Imprint

What being Paul’s imprint would be like.

A/N: Not proofread. Hope you guys enjoy this and let me know if you would like me to do the other pack members or the Cullens(what being their mates/bloodsingers would be like). I really appreciate all of the likes and reposts! Thank you all so much and I am glad you like my fics :)

Being Paul’s imprint would require A LOT of patience.

He has a soft spot for you, so his anger wouldn’t be taken out on you or directed much toward you, but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t see his bad side. When someone in the pack pisses him off he usually gets upset and phases. They fight it out, and then he comes home. He is either still upset or wants serious attention. If it’s the former expect some attitude and him taking it out on basically everything else but you. He might be aggressive with things, slamming things down and being loud. You would probably need to give him some time to cool off some more before trying to comfort him. If it’s the latter then you will have to have a cuddle session, his favorite position is laying in the bed or couch with his head in your chest and you playing with his hair and talking about your day. Your voice soothes him and calms him down, so he likes it when you talk to him. He could care less what you talk about, you could tell him about your day, or how much you hate that one girl in your math class because she chews gum loudly, you could literally talk about anything and he would be content. 

Being Paul’s imprint means a lot of love and affection.

When he isn’t on patrol, he is with you. He will be on you and hugging you all of the time. Now if you have trauma with affection or just don't like to be touched he would 100% respect your boundaries, but he would try and find small ways to show and get affection. Like holding your hand or even just touching his pinky against yours when you are next to each other. He would find ways that wouldn’t make you uncomfortable and was still getting his needs met. He doesn’t mind showing his affection in front of others either, he could give less of a fuck if the pack teases him. He loves you and doesn’t care who knows it. At the beginning of your relationship, he was very careful, learning what you liked and what you disliked. He was also very subtle with his affection but he still craved it just as much as he does now. He would softly play with the hair on the back of your head while talking by the fire, small and soft touches here and there, he would DEFINITELY do that thing where guys softly touch your waist while moving behind you.

Being Paul's imprint means you would spend a lot of time with the other imprints.

You would probably be close with the other imprints. Having a werewolf boyfriend isn’t exactly normal. You might feel alone or lost a bit in the beginning. Paul was one of the first to phase, which means you most likely were also one of the first imprints. Especially if you knew Paul before the transition. Emily was one of the first imprints you met, she was so sweet and welcoming to you, and your bond turned into a sibling relationship. She treated you like family right away and made sure you knew that you were always welcome. You met the others as they became a part of the family and now you spend a lot of your time with them. You do a bunch of group things together, shopping, baking, cooking, movie nights, and of course bonfires. You all enjoy each other's company. The boys are on patrol a lot and it helps everyone get their minds off of missing them. 

Being Paul’s imprint means late-night texts and calls.

Again, the boys are on patrol any time of the day or night. When Paul takes the night shift he makes sure to update you and let you know that he is safe. He is also expecting the same from you. He misses your voice, especially when your schedule gets busy and you can’t see each other as much. Sometimes he’s able to slip away for a second to see you, give you a hug and a kiss and then he is back out patrolling. He does it more often if he is patrolling near your house, mainly so he can do it quickly before Sam notices that he is missing and makes him come back.

Being Paul’s imprint means he is VERY protective of you.

He is already a protective person, it doesn’t matter if it is his friend, family, or even a stranger. He will take a bullet for someone he doesn’t know, it’s just in his nature. For you on the other hand, he would take that bullet and then hunt the person who shot it down until they beg you for forgiveness for even daring to THINK about hurting you, all the while he is still bloody and hurt. His protectiveness also correlates with his jealousy. He is a very jealous person when he is in a relationship. Even though you are his imprint he still can’t help but let the green-eyed monster loose whenever another person hits on you or checks you out. He knew you were hot, but you were for his eyes only. Being a werewolf means having to control your anger, but Paul was never really good at that, so most of the time it was you who had to calm him down. You didn’t want your boyfriend to maul someone, especially not in public. You were the only person who could calm him down fully, you would reach for him with your soft touch and everything else would fade away. Sometimes all you had to do was give him a stern look and he would cool himself off not wanting to make you upset. It bothered you sometimes how angry he would get, you tell him all the time that he is the only one for you and he has nothing to worry about but he still lets his jealousy get in the way of reasoning. 

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight saga #new moon #the twilight saga #paul lahote x y/n #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote #paul lahote x you #paul lahote x reader #twilight wolves #twilight wolfpack #wolf pack #jacob black #embry call #embry call imagine #embry call x reader #sam uley #vampire

[bakuliwrites]

MC Falling Asleep on M6's Lap (Baewatch)

It's been a hot minute since I posted anything and, unfortunately, I don't have the brain power to do any new content. But I figured I would post a headcanon from my old blog. Someone had requested this a long time ago and I loved writing it. The idea was so cute! I love the Baewatch tale and the bonfire scene at the end is so fun. So, here you go! Also, updated my banners just to try out something new :)

Asra is more than prepared for you to fall asleep on his lap. In fact, he can sense your exhaustion before even you can. He gives you a knowing smirk at your first yawn, leans back where he’s seated in the sand, and offers up his lap for you to lay your head in.

“I’m not sleepy,” you insist, crossing your arms indignantly. But his lap looks pretty inviting. Within minutes, you’re conked out, head cradled by Asra’s legs. He tenderly runs his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at your slumbering form.

When it’s time to leave, he gently rouses you from your sleep. “MC,” he whispers, carefully shifting you in his lap, “It’s time to go.” Groggily, you rise. Hand in hand, you and Asra walk the length of the beach, back to your room, where you get some much needed rest, snuggled up in his arms <3

You’re already resting your head on Nadia’s lap when you feel the first twinge of exhaustion. Your eyes start to droop, though you try desperately to keep them open. You want to watch Julian’s magical fire display, but you’re just so tired.

Nadia discovers you’re asleep when she looks down to see if you’re enjoying yourself. She smiles to herself, moving a strand of your hair aside that’s fallen in front of your eyes. She thinks you look positively adorable. So adorable, in fact, she feels suddenly compelled to pinch your cheeks (but refrains, not wanting to rudely awaken you).

When it’s time to go, Nadia lays a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers your name. She guides you back to your room, holding you close and keeping you warm in the chilly night air. She makes sure you have everything you need before snuggling up beside you in bed<3

You’re dazzled by the multicolored lights flashing before your eyes, changing with each powder Julian tosses into the fire. There’s so much joy floating around the campfire, you find yourself feeling utterly relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that you lay your head down in Julian’s lap and pass out.

Julian’s too busy showing off his magical powders to notice you’ve fallen asleep, at first. But when he finally does take notice, he makes sure to quiet down. He rubs small circles on your back, gazing thoughtfully down at your peaceful face. He’s glad to see you so restful.

When it’s time to go, he doesn’t bother to try waking you. Instead, he carefully lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your room. He’s so very gentle when he tucks you in, stealthily sliding into bed beside you and cuddling you close <3

Portia practically pulls you into her lap when she notices you yawning. With a wink, she promises she’ll wake you up if anything crazy exciting happens. You smile up at her before falling asleep to the comforting sensation of her combing her fingers through your hair.

You’re knocked out for the remainder of the bonfire. Portia makes mental notes of all the things you’re missing, ready to regale you with all of the nonsense that occurred while you slept. She marvels over the fact that you could sleep through Lucio’s racket (though she did see your face twist in what could’ve been annoyance when he was being particularly loud). She was quick to quiet him down, shooting him a dirty look.

When it’s time to leave, Portia leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on, cuddle bug. It’s time to go.” She giggles as your eyes flutter open and you flash a quizzical look her way. She’s never called you “cuddle bug” before and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You can’t help but laugh a little as she guides you back to the room, ready to settle in for the night with you <3

Muriel has been silent, as usual, the whole of the night. But you’ve caught him smiling a few times. He seems a bit mesmerized by the changing colors of the fire. Seeing him relaxed makes you feel even more relaxed than you already were. You lay your head down in Muriel’s lap, which startles him at first, and decide to close your eyes for a minute.

Well, a minute becomes a while. You’re lulled to sleep by Muriel’s warmth, the crackle of the fire, and the gentle rush of the waves. Muriel is rigid when he discovers you’ve fallen asleep on him. He doesn’t move a muscle the entire rest of the night, terrified to wake you up. In fact, he barely breathes in fear of rousing you (something you’ll laugh about later).

When it’s time to go, he awkwardly lifts you from the ground, cradling you gently in his arms. You wake up on the walk back to your room, but he keeps you snuggled up in his embrace. When you reach home, you fall asleep again, wrapped up in his arms <3

In the brief moment that night when Lucio is actually sitting still, you manage to lay your head in his lap. “Don’t you go falling asleep on me, MC!” he teases, catching you yawning, “The night is young, yet!” You roll your eyes at him, settling further in. Secretly, he’s happy you’re cuddling up with him.

Despite Lucio’s hullabaloo, you manage to fall asleep. When he looks down to ask if you want anything else to eat or drink, he notices you’re passed out in his lap. A lot of things go through his mind, all at once. He has half a mind to draw a moustache on you, smiling devilishly at the thought. But he’s also just really delighted that you’re relaxed enough with him to fall asleep.

He lets you rest (though he’s not very good at keeping quiet for you and, in his excitement over the bonfire, he definitely bonks you in the head a couple times with his knee which is followed up by profuse apologies, smooches, and hushes for you to go back to sleep). When it’s time to go, he shakes you awake (a bit unceremoniously), but makes up for it when you return to your room by tucking you into bed and cuddling up beside you <3

#the arcana #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #portia devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #count lucio #lucio morgasson #arcana headcanons #asra x mc #asra x reader #nadia x mc #nadia x reader #julian x mc #julian x reader #portia x mc #portia x reader #muriel x mc #muriel x reader #lucio x mc #lucio x reader

[squirmhoney]

In Between Your Sheets

A/N: I don't know if I even like this but I really wanted to post it so enjoy. All characters are aged up so 18+ Warnings: Non Con. Somnophilia. Dub Con. Smut. Step-cest. Manipulation. Dark JJ. 18+ Pairing: JJ Maybank x Step-sister!reader Word Count: 3k+

When you were first introduced to JJ, he didn’t like you. There was a coldness as he stared at you with his hollow eyes, a tenseness about his demeanour every time he brushed past you in the house. It would take him sometime to warm up to you, your mother had told you, just give it time. 

Even with time JJ didn’t seem to like you any better and you weren’t the only person catching onto it. Luke was noticing very quickly and within a very short period of time you came to learn the reason why JJ didn’t like you very much.

His eyes were wet when they looked at you next, walking to his bedroom. The bruises on his face had already formed and in the moment he passed you, all you wanted to do was apologise. But instead you just watched him as he walked away, hating yourself for not understanding the possibilities of why JJ Maybank might not like his new step-sister. 

After that you both formed a mutual understanding for each other, smiling in passing but you never bothered to say much. Luke seemed happy with that and that’s all you needed. 

So to say you were surprised when he stumbled in your room the night after Midsummers was an understatement. You didn’t even know each other, you were barely even acquaintanced. 

But JJ was heavily intoxicated, barely able to stand up on his own. It was you that had to catch him from falling in your room, you that kept him steady as you pressed your hand to his shoulder. He put you in a situation that you never believed you would be in and in that moment you were kind of glad for it. You had always wanted some sort of relationship with JJ and maybe this was the key to it. 

“He’s waiting out there for me, isn’t he?” JJ asked, wet eyes flickering to your door. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, a small frown on your lips. “Someone at the club called about you.” 

“Well I should probably just get this over with,” JJ said, making a move for the door. 

But you stopped him, holding him in place. 

JJ’s eyes squinted down at you, curiosity glinting in his eyes at what you were about to. You weren’t even sure yourself. All you knew was that you couldn’t let him walk through those doors, you couldn’t stand the reality that was about to face him. 

“Or you could stay in here,” You whispered, eyes slowly looking up at him. “He won’t think you're in here.” 

JJ towered over you, moving closer as if to steady himself. From the close proximity you could smell the weed and alcohol on him, the stench making you feel squirmish under his heavy gaze. JJ snickered at this, amusing himself at your reaction to him being so close. 

“It’ll just be for tonight,” you proceeded to continue, feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Will keep it between us.” 

“Sure,” JJ agreed, amusement dropping from his tone. 

There was nothing left to say after this and you found yourself crawling into your bed. JJ was quick to follow, not bothering to change as he slid into the sheets beside you. 

At first it was fine, JJ stuck to his side and sleep found you easily as you listened to his gentle breaths. But then he shifted, twisting around so he was closer to you. He threw his arm over you, cuddling you from behind and as much as you knew you should have pushed him away, you didn’t. You blamed it on not wanting to wake him up and not wanting to draw Luke’s attention towards your room. 

It was only supposed to be a one time thing just to help JJ stay out of trouble. But JJ had a tendency to get intoxicated beyond inhibition and you built the tendency to let these things slide. 

But it still stayed very much a secret, something you only spoke about in whispers in your bedroom and that’s what you thought it’d only be. 

*

With the heat of the bonfire setting your skin ablaze and the alcohol finally stirring in your system, you felt very much alive. And the man eyeing you up from a metre away told you the night was only going to get better. 

“Have I seen you before?” The stranger approached you, eyes squinting as he took the sight of you in. 

“Maybe,” you replied, taking another sip of your drink. 

“I feel like I’d remember such a pretty face,” he winked, taking a step closer. 

It was a corny line, you knew that but the alcohol inside you made you not care. But your nose still scrunched up slightly in a teasing way. 

“What?” He questioned, laughing to himself. “A bit too much.” 

“Just a little.” You indicated by pinching two of your fingers. 

“Maybe I can get you a drink?” He asked, taking the red cup from your hand. “Make up for it.” 

You were nodding at first until a voice from a distance called out your name. It was familiar but at first you couldn’t pinpoint it. Not until your head twisted around to look at the culprit, the figure storming over to the pair of you. 

The stranger’s eyes widened before looking at you in realisation. “You’re JJ’s little sister.” He shook his head, passing you back your red cup as he moved backwards. “I’m sorry. I-”

He didn’t even bother to finish his sentence as he moved away. 

You were in disbelief, hissing under your breath, “Step-sister.” But there was no use for that now. 

Not when JJ was by your side snatching the cup out of your hand. 

“What are you doing here?” JJ snapped, body tense as he stalked over you. 

“Having fun. What does it look like?” You snorted, crossing your arms over your shoulder. 

“Aren’t you a bit young to be drinking? What would dad say?” He was serious as he questioned you and this made you laugh. 

“Your dad,” You pointed out, trying to snap the drink from his hand to no avail. “I can’t believe I’m getting advice on how to behave from you of all people.” 

“Well someone needs to watch out for you clearly.” 

You squinted your eyes at him, eyebrows furrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Seeing how naive you can be at times. Who knows who will be the next person you let into your bed?” 

The comment had your eyes watering, an uneasy feeling swimming in your stomach. And for some reason you wanted to snap at him, tell him that you letting him sleep in your bed wasn’t like that. Because to you it really wasn’t. 

Instead you turned on your heel, making your way through the crowd. Slipping away in time just to miss the way JJ’s face softened at your hurt expression or the way he stuttered to make up for what he just said. You didn’t need JJ to tell you how sorry he was or to tell you that wasn’t what he was insinuating. All you needed right now was to clear your head. 

When you reached your bed that night, your mind wasn’t as clear as you had wanted it to be. In fact it was still fogged with the alcohol from the hours before. Even though you repeated to yourself that you wouldn’t let him crawl into your bed, it wasn’t that simple when he finally did climb into your room that night. 

You could hear him peeling his clothes off behind you, dropping them into a pile next to yours. While you knew you shouldn’t have let him slip in beside you, your drowsy state was hardly protesting. 

“You were mean tonight,” was all you could let out in a voice barely above a whisper. “Really mean.”

“I know,” JJ replied, pulling the covers over him. His arm pulled you in, holding you to his chest. 

“No, JJ.” Your hand was weak as you tried to shove him off in a feeble attempt. An attempt that only had JJ squeezing you tighter against him as if he was trying to reassure you of something. 

“I’m sorry, okay,” JJ's voice was gravelly in your ear, making your skin feel warm in ways you didn’t know it could. His soft lips were pressed against your shoulder blade, waiting until you relaxed into his touch. “I didn’t mean it.” 

“You can’t stay in here anymore,” You told him, turning your face lightly to look at him. “I don’t want you to take this as something it isn’t.” 

His jaw clenched at this and his gaze grew cold, the gentle side of him completely gone. “So you’d rather me go in there with him.” 

That’s not what you meant and he knew that. Your eyes water at the change in his tone, feeling your throat constrict at the rough edge in his voice. It’s like he meant to be threatening, to scare you a little. 

“That’s what you want?” His jaw was clenched and his arm felt heavier than before. 

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” you swore, voice becoming constricted. The thought of Luke hurting him again felt like a knife twisting in your stomach. Your eyes were watering at the thought, unable to hide it made you feel. “I really don’t want that.” 

“So, I can stay here?” He asked, lips tugging upwards into some sort of smile. 

“Yeah, you can stay here JJ.” 

JJ’s lips were on you again, this time they kissed away your tears. You didn’t know how to feel about this but you felt hurt that JJ would place such a huge threat over your head. The even more twisted part of this was you couldn’t smell alcohol from his breath or the normal smell of weed that lingered on him. You hated to think that JJ was sober and this was just him. 

All the thoughts had your mind reeling as you twisted back around, sinking into your pillows. As you stared at the wall, you felt trapped. Like a mouse caught in the claws of a cat as if he wasn’t done playing with you yet but you were still very much trapped. 

*

After that JJ slept in your bed every night and every time you felt yourself opening your mouth to protest, your mouth would become dry under his heated gaze. 

It got to the point you were waiting on him to return, struggling to sleep without his presence next to you. That’s when the reality of what was going on started to hit you and you didn’t like to think of where this relationship was heading. 

Of course you were partially to blame, you let him stay in your bed every night with barely a fight and now you were reaping the consequences of the attachment you had formed with JJ. One that you weren’t even sure was reciprocated. 

All you had wanted was some sort of relationship with JJ, you had never had a sibling before. But that clearly wasn’t where any of this was headed. 

And that’s all you could think about as you sat in your bed that night, chest to your knees as you stared at the open window. The hours were drawing on and there was still no sign of JJ. Your eyes watered at all the possibilities that could have happened to him and there was something pinching in you just to message him, just to check on where he was. But you didn’t want him to know you were worrying about him that much. 

As the hours drew on you realised that there might be a possibility that JJ wasn’t going to come home tonight. And when you woke up to an empty bed and the window still slightly ajar, that possibility became a reality. 

When you saw JJ on the beach that same morning, not a care in the world as he joked with his friends, something inside you twisted. But you couldn’t even bring yourself to go over there and confront him, because you finally saw a way in which this situation could end. 

From that night onwards, your window was bolted shut and your door was locked. There was no way anyone was getting in from then onwards unless you wanted them to. And to cope with your sleep problem, you started taking herbal tea to ease you back into a normal routine.

As the weeks went on there was no waiting up for JJ, no making space for him in your bed and for once you could say it was nice. 

But things between you and JJ turned sour from then on. He barely was ever home but when he was, he would just stare at you. That cold hollow stare from before like nothing had ever changed between the two of you. 

But luckily you weren’t ever really alone with each other. 

Until you were. 

Luke and your mother taking a small trip from the Outer Banks meant you basically had the place to yourself. JJ was hardly ever there anyway and you didn’t expect to see him anytime soon. It had been like that since you had shut him out and you were starting to think you liked it that way. 

That’s what you thought when you found yourself curled up on the couch, binge watching your new favourite reality show. Or at least what you tried to tell yourself every time your mind went back to that familiar blonde. 

With your herbal tea on the coffee table, you reminded yourself that this would be the last episode. But as the tea started to take its effect and the tiredness kicked in, you found yourself dragging your feet to get to your room.

Nothing seemed to compute as you hit the bed, the sheets feeling too comfy as you slipped into them. By the time you started to doze off, you didn’t hear the front door open or a presence lingering by your door way. 

*

The rain poured outside, harsh against your window and you were glad to find that it was still bolted closed. But it wasn’t the noise of the storm that had awoken you but as your fogged mind tried to clear it was the only thing that you could distinctly focus on. 

It was until you heard it, your own shallow breaths, that you realised that was what awoken you.

You couldn’t understand why you were so breathless at first but as you felt two thick fingers sliding into your pussy, you realised. When your lips parted to speak, a whine fell from them as you felt the fingers massage your walls. You could feel how you were soaking the bed sheets underneath you and the dull ache in between your thighs. You could only wonder how long this person had been playing with you in your sleep. 

“Does that feel good?” JJ’s voice spoke into the skin of your thigh, before placing a chaste kiss there. 

“JJ?” You questioned, barely able to speak through your own harsh breaths. 

“Who else?” His voice was teasing as he continued to move his fingers, keeping you hooked on the pleasure of it all. 

You looked downwards at him, eyes wide but lips parted unable to hold back the moans that JJ was pulling from you. You finally noticed how bare you were, your clothes nowhere to be seen now and you wondered how you slept through all of this. 

“Feel the way you’re squeezing me,” JJ watched his fingers adoringly, even pushing a third one in. “Tell me how good this feels, baby.” 

“This isn’t right JJ.” You squirmed underneath him, trying to push free. “You can’t do this.” 

His thumb lifted, brushing your clit to get another reaction from you. When you bucked your hips, he chuckled, getting the exact reaction he had wanted. Then he was retreating and for a second you thought he was listening to what you said. But then he was on top of you, already naked as he slid in between your legs. 

Your eyes were wet with tears when he finally looked down at you and his face softened for a second as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“You did this,” JJ said, eyebrows furrowing wondering how you could be so confused and upset with him. “You think you can just shut me out and keep me away from you. Without saying anything? You drove me to do this.” 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” you sobbed, hands pushing him away by his shoulders. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” 

“And yet you hurt me,” JJ growled, grinding himself against you. He had you shuddering underneath him, having no way of anticipating his next move. “How do you think you shutting me out made me feel?” 

“JJ please,” you begged. 

But JJ wasn’t having any of it, his lips capturing yours in a rough kiss, one that had you breathless within seconds. He barely gave you space to breathe, keeping you so focused on how his lips moved against yours that you stopped fighting back. 

Before you knew it JJ was sliding into your walls, moving torturously slow as he took his time with you. With the way his face contoured when he finally got himself all the way in, you could tell he was enjoying it. You couldn’t even deny the way it was making you feel as he pushed himself in and out of you, the sensation making you whimper pathetically. 

“JJ,” you pleaded, not sure exactly what you were pleading for anymore. 

“I’m right here, angel,” JJ reassured you, pressing his lips across your face. “Just making you feel good.” 

There was nothing in you left to fight back as he bullied his cock into you.. Instead your toes curled with every harsh thrust JJ gave you and your mouth sang his name in praise. 

“You’re gripping me so tightly,” He whispered harshly in your ear, placing open mouth kisses to the skin of your neck. “How does it feel?” 

“It feels good,” You told him. 

If this was the only sort of relationship you could get from JJ, you would take it. 

But under his weight you felt trapped, unable to make a clear decision. Which became harder as JJ nipped onto the skin of your neck, making you hiss in pain.

You wanted to tell him to be kinder and that’s what you thought you said but between your moans, you weren’t sure if it was coherent. Either that or JJ was ignoring you. 

JJ was slipping on the line of being cruel as his pace picked up. The anger he felt towards you was still there, so fresh on his mind and you could tell with the way his hands bruised your hip with his grip, that the anger wasn’t going anywhere soon. His teeth were dragging along your neck down towards your chest, leaving a wet trail as he made his mark clear.

“You left me,” you heard him hiss against your skin. “And you didn’t even tell me why.” 

His head was against yours again, eyes wet and mirroring yours. You wanted to tell him you didn’t mean it, that you were just confused but you couldn’t get the words out. 

And JJ knew that. His questions were there to taunt you as he loved the way you became a mess,stumbling on your words as he kept pushing himself into you relentlessly. But JJ knew this is what you needed, he knew that he needed to get his message across. You weren’t pushing him away again, you weren’t abandoning him. If he had to fuck you till you couldn’t stand to make it clear than that is what he will do.

#jj maybank smut #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #dark jj maybank #stepbro!jj

[solarmorrigan]

💙 for the prompt game?

Hello! Thank you for the prompt! I'm sorry it took a bit to get to, but if you're still around I hope you get to see this!

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Prompt from this post

CW: alcohol use

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Steve is, Eddie has learned, an impressionable drunk.

This means that in his days of house parties and post-sportsball revels and bonfires out by the lake, or whatever else it is that the popular kids had done, when he was surrounded by drunk teenage shitheads, he also tended to act like a drunk teenage shithead. It had reportedly been pretty damn easy to talk him into following through with dumb dares, and everyone at those parties had lived for the moment someone would hear Harrington say, “Hold my beer.”

Now, though, when he only tends to drink around good friends, around safe people he can trust, where the atmosphere is mellow and soft–

“Oof.” A breath of air rushes out of Eddie as Steve tosses himself into his lap without warning, nearly toppling Eddie’s own drink as he cuddles up against his chest and presses a soft kiss into the crook of his neck.

–now, he mostly just acts like an overlarge, deeply affectionate housecat.

“Hey,” Steve says, laying another quick kiss at the side of Eddie’s neck before pulling back to smile at him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright enough to suggest he’s just a bit past tipsy now. “I have something to tell you.”

“Was it possibly a warning about how you were about to try to crush me to death?” Eddie asks drily, setting his drink on the end table by the couch, where it will be safer.

Steve frowns for a moment, as if he’s really thinking about it. “No,” he decides. “But it’s important.”

“Is it?” Eddie asks, not even bothering to keep the smile off his own face.

“Yeah.” Steve nods. He sits up as fully as he can while still draped sideways across Eddie’s lap, then crooks his finger at Eddie in a silly little come-hither gesture. “C’mere.”

Obligingly, Eddie leans in.

Steve shakes his head. “Closer.”

Eddie leans so close that there’s barely a handful of inches between their faces.

“Liiiittle closer,” Steve murmurs, hooking his finger in the collar of Eddie’s t-shirt and tugging.

Eddie is close enough now that he can feel the puff of Steve’s breath against his face, but before he can ask just what’s so secret that Steve has to tell him at this distance, Steve cups his free hand under Eddie’s jaw and pulls him in, kissing him soft and full on the lips.

“Hi,” Steve says, pulling away after a few moments, just far enough that Eddie can see his ridiculous, smitten smile.

Eddie knows he’s probably mirroring it.

“Hi,” he says. “Was that what you wanted to tell me?”

“No.” Steve shakes his head again, and leans forward to give Eddie another kiss. “I love you,” he says, this time with his lips still brushing Eddie’s. “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

Eddie can’t help it. He laughs, bright and clear, before curling an arm around Steve’s waist and pulling him in more tightly, offering him a kiss of his own. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddiesteve #still on my Steve Harrington Is A Cat Boyfriend agenda #sits in Eddie's lap and demands his immediate attention #anonymous #solar wrote #answers from solar #cw alcohol

[mars-and-the-theoi]

Low energy Devotional Acts for when you don’t have a lot of energy (or time, or money, etc.) pt. 9

🔥Hestia🔥

- put on one of those fireplace videos, or light a candle, or if able light your own fire in the fireplace (or have a bonfire)

- listen to a devotional playlist for Her

- if able do some cooking/baking

- if unable to do that gather some recipes either online or in any cookbooks you may have!

- watch a cooking/baking show

- try your hand at making bread

- watch home renovating, decorating, etc. shows/videos

- if able do some cleaning- doesn’t have to be anything huge just something small like maybe just picking some socks up off the floor or something

- enjoy a hot drink (tea, coffee, hot cocoa)

- watch your comfort movie/show

- if able learn how to knit, crochet, etc. or do some if you know how and are able

- if unable watch knitting or crocheting videos/tutorials

- if able (in every sense of the word here) spend some time with your family or text/call them can be your blood family or chosen family or even your good friends! (Family can be anything you want it to be imo)

- look up important home keeping skills! And watch videos or tutorials on them if you don’t know them (like mending clothes, ironing, etc.) which are all good skills to have ((I add this one because I know at least in America home ec classes have been cut and are pretty much nonexistent like I went through it in middle school but then they got rid of it once I went to high school and in hs it wasn’t mandatory like it was in middle school))

- read up on how to be a good host or guest

- if you like hosting events plan your next gathering

- go through photo albums or pictures and reminisce on the happy, funny, and joyful moments

- if able donate to a food bank (I personally go through my kitchen about 6 times a year-I do a lot of the kitchen work/organizing in my family as I do the cooking so y’know I’m already there so I may as well-and whatever I haven’t used or no longer have plans for I donate! Ofc make sure it’s not expired first and also if able include things like a manual can opener and such! So even though I don’t have too much money myself this system enables me to still be able to help which personally makes me feel good as I grew up utilizing those things so it’s nice to help!)

- if you have pets spend some time with them! They’re important family members as well! Maybe spoil them with their favorite treat and/or activity! Cuddle with them! Just let them know they’re valued and loved family members as well

- be kind to the homeless (yes, even the “bad” ones they’re ppl too and unnecessarily cruelty isn’t helping anything)

- look up ways to help the homeless and if you’re able help out or volunteer or donate (I might make a separate post on stuff to donate as there’s a lot of stuff some folks don’t think about when it comes to giving donates and such)

- hell you could even volunteer or donate to an animal shelter! If that’s more for you and something you’re more comfortable with! They’re homeless too are they not? (I do some volunteer work at the animal shelter myself so I’m very passionate about this)

(and if you have to utilize anything like food banks or government assistance in any capacity work on not feeling bad for needing those things. I know, easier said than done trust me I know again I grew up using those things. But you’re simply getting what you need to survive. And there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re not bad, you haven’t failed, you’re not a leech, etc. you’re just someone trying to survive and there’s no shame in that. There’s no shame in needing help. And not only is that a great devotional act in itself, it’s also just great in general. I do a lot of activist work and such and trust that there’s people who care and people who-again, like me-get it. You’re okay. You’re still a good person. And still deserving of good things.)

#got a little bit political but I’m heavily involved in activism and such and that ties into my worship so 🤷‍♀️ #low energy low effort devotional acts #cause we all have those times where we just need something simple #hellenic polytheism #helpol #hellenic pagan #hellenic pantheon #hellenic paganism #hestia deity #hestia worship #normally I just queue these but I really like this one #so it’s getting some vip treatment

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

JJ’S NSFW Alphabet

Note: HOLY SHIT! I finally wrote this!? I hope you enjoy reading!

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

It will never not amaze you to see the way he switches from breaking you in the best way to fixing you right back up. JJ makes sure there’s a filled “emotional support” water bottle nearby. Instead of leaving you, for even just for a few seconds, he brings you to the bathroom to cleanup. He plays a Spotify playlist while sharing a shower, but the playlist is based on which mood you’re in. If you are still a little hazy, he plays the slow songs but if you’re smiling while trying to start something while running the soap over his body, he plays throwback songs and you two spend the time underneath the shower head singing and dancing around each other. He puts you in his clothing afterwards and when you two are cuddling, you either snack on something while scrolling on social media (stopping to show the other one something), watch something on the tv but when that happens, it’s mostly background noise and you two slowly fall asleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hair is his favorite part of his body. It’s easy for him to come down from a panic attack with a pull of his hair. He loves the feel of the wind going through the strands with the car windows down. The smell of the ocean makes him feel safe but the hot shower after getting it out of his hair makes him feel so much better and comfortable. He thought about cutting it since some pieces were getting longer and getting in his eyes, but he left it alone when you pointed out that you wouldn’t have anything to hold on to as he eats you out. He loves feeling your reaction (the tug to come closer when he pulls away, the pulling that you don’t notice doing as he licks up your wetness over and over again) as he does it too much to lose the ability to so he starts borrowing your hair ties. Seeing him playing with one on his writ while looking at you with a smirk makes you feel some type of way. Just like the way he loves your thighs. He loves to put his head on top of your lap and wraps his arm around them, keeping you there as he relaxes. His rings leave goosebumps when he runs his hands up and down your legs but then grips onto your thighs to throw your legs over his shoulder. He kisses the bruises left over on your thighs. He used them as hand warmers once by putting his hands between them but then thought out loud, “We have never done cock warming before…”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)

His eyes nearly rolled back to his head when he noticed all the cum dripping out of you and onto your underwear. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” It becomes a game for him to see how much wet your underwear can get. He does get you new pairs, but they don’t last long.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are hints of his daddy kink that he hasn’t told you about: “you like that, baby girl? Tell me how much.” “You can take it. Take what I give you.”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they what they’re doing?)

JJ is a flit with everyone. When you started fliting back, you thought that would it. Instead of hooking up with someone at the bonfire, something that you have watch him done many times before, he pulled you away from the conversation from another guy and dragged you inside. “don’t play dumb, y/n. I finally have you and I won’t let you go unless you tell me to. Even then that will be difficult for me since I have been waiting for so long. All the others could tell I just wanted you but if you don’t believe me, let me show me what I did while thinking of you.” And oh boy, does he! You won’t let him go. Instead, you make a mental list of things you want to try with him.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

69. Feeling your moan vibrate around his dick in your mouth makes him spread your ass further apart to lick your pussy as he fingers you. He will stretch his arm and hand towards your face so he can show you how you’re cum covers his rings. Your hand around his dick squeezes and both of you groan in pleasure.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is very serious about wanting to make you feel good, but he is a nature funny guy so when he says things like, “I want your thighs to squeeze my head like a watermelon” it makes you giggle but he gives you a blank look and shows you he isn’t kidding.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

He shaves down there but it doesn’t bother him if you don’t.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He will lift you on top of his dresser and step into your legs to kiss you slowly, finger underneath your chin to look you in the eyes, “wrap your legs around me. I can’t decide if I want to carry you to my bed or fuck you right now. I think I will do both. How does that sound, baby?” He takes his time to make sure you’re okay, kisses all over your face after your first orgasm but you will scream in delight when he throws you on the bed and crawls over you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He tells you to do not be shy with all your pretty sounds you make, just let it all out. He will masturbate to the thoughts of how you sounded later.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage. He will use one of his headbands scarfs as a knot. Katoptronphila. He enjoys watching you both in the mirror as you two fuck.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The boat. He will take you on the boat for an entire day to have you in anyway he wants: Holding onto the railing as he fucks you from behind. Reverse cowgirl as he sits on the chair behind the wheel. Fucking you in the water with your back against the boat.

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

Teasing each other until one of you breaks. He loves how strong you try to act but he knows how fast you can break underneath him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A threesome. He does not want to share you.

0 = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He sometimes fucks your throat as you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, but he enjoys watching you go on your knees in front of him just as much. He knows that you love sitting on his face, but he wants to see your face so he will pull you down on the bed to lay down with your legs over his shoulder as he continues to make you try to come with just his tongue with eye contact.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

He’s both. He loves switching the tempo when you start showing the signs that you’re ready to come since it turns him on so much to see how well you react to him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex,how often, etc)

He will never get enough of you and cannot keep his hands off you so quickies are common but so is him telling you there’s more to look towards for later. You keep him on his toes too though with a quick handjob before he goes to work.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He will fuck you against the bathroom counter with other people in the house. “Look at you,” he pulls your hair to make you look in the mirror, “trying to be quiet. No one will see you like this, sweetheart but me.”  You will ride him in the back of the van and he will make a comment that someone can easily drive past and see how much it’s shaking.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Two at most but three if he thinks you need more to understand you’re his and not the guy he noticed looking at you for a little bit too long.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

When he found your toys, he acted like it was Christmas morning. He loves using toys on you and hearing you beg for his cock when the dildo doesn’t hit the spot you need. He will slowly drag it out to make sure it’s his cock that you want since he will not grab the toy again. Instead, he will push himself in you and use the handcuffs if you try to take the vibrator off your clit. “I wish you could feel how wet you are. Can you hear it?” He slams into you, “Maybe you can’t over the vibration. I will turn it down if you come when I tell you too and then I will turn it off. But if you come too early, I will gag your mouth, so you don’t waste a breathe to ask to come again when you don’t ask, you listen.”

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Not enough apparently since he won’t stop teasing you on the daily with words: “Did you wear a dress today to make it easier to ride my mouth or my dick?” “If your shorts were just a little bit shorter, my handprint would be on display for everyone to see.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He will grunt in your ear as he slides into you for the first time. Says “fuck” more the closer he gets to coming. He will moan your name if you don’t take your mouth of him when he tells you to since you want to sallow his cum.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

KNIFE OR GUN PLAY. WHY NOT BOTH. It’s no secret that he can tell how turn on you get as you watch him handle his knife or gun. He will slowly the shape of your body with the knife with one hand as the other is wrapped around your throat. “You trust me so much…what if I carved something in you? Would you allow that?” You would squeeze yourself against the handle of the gun instead of you and say yes. “Good girl.”

X = X RAY (lets see what’s going on in those pants, picture of words)

Scratches cover his back. Bruises are left over on your hips…but down between your legs, there are love bites. He is the definition of big dick energy.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?”

It’s never coming down.

Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He does try to make sure you fall asleep first, but sometimes he can fall asleep first after thirty minutes of just laying down and listening to your breath slow down.

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[anna1306]

Hey, I saw your Quarry asks were open! Could I possibly request one with reader and Nick? Maybe they get separated from the rest of the counselors after he’s been infected, things get a lil spicy with the whole “werewolf brain” kicking in(however you’re comfortable portraying that), but once the others catch up to you, their presence start to make things dangerous? Thank you!

It may have ended up a lil too spicy 🫢

Devour you

Nick Furcillo x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, smut (18+), possessiveness

There were times when you said that you liked horror movies. Especially ones like Friday the 13th, when group of people got stuck in the woods and were chased by some kind of maniac. You hated it now.

The summer was so good, it started good. You loved the whole time you got to spend in the Hackett's Quarry. You got yourself new friends, new hobbies, unique experience and most importantly... Nick. You got really close to each other after all this time. Romantically close after some time.

So when you learned that you got another night here, you didn't even think about panic of Mr.H. You were just glad that you got to spend another night closer to Nick. It was great opportunity to spend some time together without a single worry about your day-to-day life.

And then... The chaos ensued.

You still didn't understand fully what was going on. One moment you were sitting near the bonfire, having fun, and the other moment Nick was bleeding, being seriously wounded. You took him to the lodge with others, helping him to the best of your abilities. And when your friends went away to take some supplies and possibly call for help, you stayed back with him. And even there you couldn't be safe.

"There's someone there." Nick whispered to you, suddenly alerted. You looked at the door and darted to it, closing it just in case. When you turned around, Nick was already trying to sit up. You helped him out, carefully holding his shoulders. "We need to get out."

"You sure that there is someone?" You asked him suspiciously, and Nick nodded quickly. "Alright. But the others..." You reminded him of other councelors, who could still be in the lodge. Nick shook his head, grasping your forearms.

"Someone is close. They are far. They won't be here in time." He looked at you, desperation and plea in his eyes. "I want to... I want to protect you."

"You are wounded, you need protection yourself... Shit... Alright, let's go. I will hide you and come back for them." You helped him stand up and you both got out on the street through the window. It took you some time to find your way, but you managed to do so before you heard noise from the lodge. Hurriedly, in the dark of the night, you lead him to some guest house, trying to cause as little harm to him as you could to the best of your abilities.

Once you stumbled in a house, you tugged him to the bed, placing him to sit on it. You darted back to the door, closing it and checking the windows carefully. To see if anyone was there and if this place was truly safe for the boy.

"Alright, are you okay? Does it terribly hurt? I can gonna try and find something for the wound." You came back to Nick, looking at his bloody skin, pointing a flashlight at his figure, but he only shook his head, wincing away from the light.

"I'm fine. It almost doesn't hurt." He answered, and you breathed out. You wanted nothing more, but to cuddle with him and go to sleep, forget all about the nightmares that occured here. But that was impossible. Almost a dream in these circumstances.

"Alright. I'm gonna leave you here so I can..."

"No, don't go!" Nick grabbed your hand fiercely. You winced from the sudden movement, looking at him surprised.

"I need to check on the others. They might need our help." You tried to get your hand from his grasp, but his fingers held your wrist tighter than you imagined, gripping it stronger with your every try to free yourself.

"Don't leave me. They can manage on their own, they have a gun, you don't have anything, I can't have something happen to you. I need you." He almost begged you, not wanting to let you go. You had never seen him like this, so you were frozen for couple of minutes.

"Nick... Are you sure you're alright?

"Yes, I am, I... Don't leave me, please." He pulled you closer to himself, hugging you tightly by your waist, locking you in his arms and not intending to let you go in near future.

"Nick..." Your heart clenched at the sound of his desperate voice and clinging moment. "I'm here. I just... Shit, I don't know who or what is out there. I don't want it to get to the others. Or to us while we are here alone. Our strengths are in numbers."

"I can protect you." He retorted, his face buried in your stomach. You put fingers through his hair, caressing his head.

"You are wounded, love. You need rest and help. Not to protect me." Nick glanced up at you, his eyes almost glistening in darkness.

"I am fine. And I can and I will protect you, I promise." He insisted, moving his hands lower, on your hips. You stumbled a bit from the pressure, clutching his shoulders in response to stabilize yourself.

"Nick, I got it. I'm not going anywhere, I won't leave you, you can let go of me." You smiled a bit nervously, when you noticed his eyes never wavered from your face, nor did his hands moved away from your hips.

"I know. I just can't possibly let you go." The boy whispered, tugging you to himself, so you would sit on his laps. You blushed, looking down at him in surprise.

"Nick, come on. You are wounded, we... Can be in danger. We can't do that now..." He shook his head, stubbornly reaching forward to kiss your jaw.

"I said. I will protect you." He sounded almost angry at your stubbornness, emphasizing every word. But when you took the moment to gather your thoughts, Nick just flipped you over, quickly changing the pose and looming over you on the bed.

Your breath caught up in your throat, when Nick kissed you hungrily, not losing any time. He positioned himself between your legs, and while you had been... Intimate with each other more or less before, this quick and almost aggressive pace was something new. You felt his arousal through his jeans and sensed the tension in his shoulders, as he desperately clutched your hips.

"Nick." You moaned, as soon as he pulled away from your lips. The boy moved to your neck, leaving hickeys on it. You closed your eyes, as you tried to catch your breath. "Fuck, Nick, wait..."

"Mine." He groaned, tugging at your shirt. You almost heard the sound of a ripping fabric, and you decided that it's better to wear your shirt, rather than looking for a new one here in the darkness in an unknown house, so you quickly raised your hands, letting him take it off of you.

You breathed out harshly, feeling Nick's lips on your neck. As he slowly lowered his affection on his body, you trembled. You didn't expect such passion from him, that just overcame him in an instant, seemingly out of nowhere. You put your hands in his hair, tugging at thr strands.

"Nick..." His hands were working on the zipper of your shorts, him clearly not listening to you. He pulled them down, throwing the clothes away, after that taking off his own shirt in sharp moves. "Wait... Your wound." You furrowed your brows, when you couldn't notice the traces of the bite of this strange animal on his body.

"To hell with it!" Nick retorted instantly, pressing himself into your body again. He was almost burning up, his skin was hot and you hissed. He must have had a fever. You tried again.

"Nick, wait, why are you so... Fast and pressing? I'm not going anywhere, I'm..."

"Mine. You are mine." The boy hissed, leaving feverish kisses on your skin. "You can't even imagine how you make me feel. Your voice. Your skin. Your smell. Your touch. Your kiss. I'm obsessed over you. What have you done with me?" He whispered almost panting, not stopping even for a moment, as he gripped your thighs.

"I... Fuck... Nothing." You breathed out, clutching his shoulders, giving in to him completely. He was too persistent, too hot to think about something else, was it danger or your friends. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he groaned, pressing his arousal into you.

"I will make you completely mine." He whispered, going down on you. You whimpered, covering your mouth with your hand, furrowing your brows. In response, Nick left a bite on your thigh. "I want to hear you, don't hide from me. I want everyone to hear how I make you feel."

"You've gone mad." You breathed out, looking down at Nick. You could swear that his eyes were glowing, but you weren't able to oppose it much longer. Not when he covered your sex with his mouth. "But I like it..." You moaned, closing your eyes and throwing back your head.

You put your fingers through his hair again, tugging and pulling at it, while he quite literally devoured you. He was never that eager and passionate about you. It was a whole new experience. You couldn't help but moan, losing yourself in your feelings. Nick worked fast on bringing your first orgasm, and you, overcome with tension, emotions and fear, just let yourself go. But the boy never stopped, pressing himself only more to your core.

No matter your pleas for a minute rest at least, he never stopped. The noises in the room were overwhelming, Nick seemingly enjoyed it more than he ever could apparently, his determination was astonishing and mind-blowing.

Suddenly he growled almost animal-like, his iron grip on your hips becoming tighter. You hissed from sudden discomfort mixing with your pleasure, not understanding why he suddenly became more aggressive.

"... Y/n?! Nick?!" You heard screams from the street. The guys caught up to you, and apparently it stressed out Nick to this point.

"Mine..." He groaned, his nails digging in your thighs. You whimpered and tugged him on his hair, upper, closer to you. At the same time you wrapped your fingers around his cock, trying to ease him into his own climax.

Nick growled at the touch, his grip on your thighs becoming unbearable, as he slips hand over your sex, to get you to that high. You bit through your lip, feeling metal taste.

"Mine!" He kissed you, hungrily licking at your wounded lip. His fingers worked faster, coaxing another orgasm out of you, as you crushed down in his hands. He followed you in couple of seconds, staining you with his seed.

You didn't hear, feel or see anything for several minutes straight. Pain in your body, which was mixed with the pleasure, overwhelmed you as well as your emotions of fear, lust and love. As you were coming down from your high, you heard Nick's nervous voice.

"Oh hell, oh shit, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N, I'm sorry." You opened your eyes to see frantic Nick, looking at you, seemingly frustrated at something. You lazily reached out to him, taking his hand in yours.

"Hey, what are sorry for?" You smiled lightly, looking at him tiredly. He licked his lips, gripping your fingers.

"I hurt you. There... There are bruises! Scratches! Blood... You are almost unconscious, I..."

"Nick... You made me cum. Two timeS in a row. I'm fine with little bruising." You blurted out shamelessly with almost drunk smile. His grip tightened up for a second, but he mirrored your smile.

"Nick! Y/N!" Amy's voice sounded really close, as you glanced at the door. They came really close to you.

"Shit..." You winced, when you tried to sit down. Nick furrowed his brows, as if fighting with pain, his eyes glancing over you. "Nick, give me my shorts."

"You will leave me?" He asked you, clearly unbelieving your words. You sighed, losing last crumbles of understanding about what was going on with him.

"I don't want them to see me like this. And I bet you don't want them to see me naked either." You explained quietly. Nick nodded and stood up, going straight to your shorts. You barely could see anything in the darkness, but the boy navigated his way pretty well on his own, you noted.

When he returned to you, you put on the shorts he gave you and reached for the shirt, wincing from the pain. When you stood up, you felt blood from the deep scratches Nick left on your thighs. Shit, he was honest, it must have looked awful. It felt like it. The boy watched you with pained expression on his face.

Suddenly he stood up and take his shirt off, keeping only tank top on his body. He hugged you and wrapped the piece of clothes around your waist, tying its long sleeves, so your hips would be covered.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again. But before you could say anything or move to the door, he looked at your face with that strange fire in his eyes, that was almost menacing. His voice dropped a tone "If they even dare to look at you strangely, I will kill them, take you away and devour you whole."

#the quarry #quarry #quarry imagine #quarry x reader #nick furcillo x reader #nick furcillo #nick quarry #nick furcillo imagine #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral

[farfromstrange]

I love reading sick!reader fics more than anything, but I just had the funniest thought and now I can’t stop thinking about it:

Matt Murdock would be ever the considerate mother hen when his partner is sick, we’ve established that, but I’ve been coughing for the past twelve hours with only five minutes in between fits and they’re so loud, even my mom in the next room just texted me if I’m “suffocating or still alive”. And you can pretty much hear it through the entire building, too.

IMAGINE poor Matt having to live with that for three days until the cold gets better or the medicine starts to take effect… I know he’d take good care of me, but I also know he’d have to resist the urge to run at the ghastly sound of the mucus coming up my throat and whatever’s left stuck in my lungs. Let alone the wheezing breath and the snot I keep blowing into the several tissues around me. Or touching me while I’m burning up like a bonfire? That man is sensitive enough already, he doesn’t need my head to give him third-degree burns.

It would either go something like this (the classic):

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up, your skin is clammy and you’re breathing funny. Did you take any medicine for that cough? Do you need me to get you something for your sore throat? How about a shower, a bath, some soup? Well, even though you don’t want it, I still got you all of that. And now I’m getting undressed and will cuddle you until you can finally fall asleep again. No buts.”

Or he’d completely lose his mind:

“Sweetheart, baby, love of my life, I worship the ground you walk on and I’d do anything for you, but I can’t possibly be next to you when you’re coughing like that. It’s like you’re screaming into my ear. But I’m gonna stay here anyway because your lungs sound funny, you’re hot and your nose is bleeding, I need to make sure you make it through the night. Let me get you some Tylenol and then I’ll just… sit here and wait until you’re asleep. While you quite literally sound like you’re dying. A broken record in my ear. Yup, no worries at all. I’ll just… sit it out. This is not about me.”

And every time I’d cough, he’d shoot up, check if I’m still alive and then he’d put some headphones on to ignore the sound of my body quite literally ejecting whatever virus it’s got. It sounds nasty even to me, so I can’t possibly imagine what it would be like to someone who can hear the Subway moving underneath his apartment, or a woman screaming all the way across the city.

I know he’d love me and take the best care of me even though he’s suffering, but that would be torture on his senses, let alone his worry radar. He’d be so on edge, he wouldn’t even get any rest, but he’d never leave me. He would try to tune it out, but as someone with covid lungs (even though she’s fully vaccinated and had it two times) tuning out the sound of my soul leaving my body is pretty impossible, let alone the sniffling because I can’t stand using tissues anymore at this point because everything’s raw.

So, I love sick fics and they offer me great comfort, but it is impossible for me to stop thinking about this now and I somehow find that funnier than I should. That’s probably the fever talking or whatever.

Poor Matty… He’d go absolutely insane, and he’d be more than relieved when the cough is over and I’m on my feet again.

And if he’s sick? Boy, you need to tie him down and knock him out. He hates being sick and whatever comes with it. The way it feels, sounds and turns his senses into mush. He’s delirious when he has a fever and he acts like a reckless child. You need to sedate him or he’ll actually crawl up the walls (like a cat).

So yeah, that’s that.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fic #daredevil fic #sickfic #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #matt murdock x you #random thought #matt murdock headcanon #lizzi talks

[nahoney22]

My birthday is this month! Could I request Crosshair doing something special for female reader on her birthday?

Birthday Surprise

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 634 words

Exactly as the request asks 😊

warnings: none, pure fluff.

A/N: bestie, I am so sorry for the delay but happy belated birthday to you. Enjoy @ilovebadboys … ANOTHER CROSS FIC? IN THE SPACE OF A FEW HOURS? Of course 💋

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“Alright, open your eyes.”

All week Crosshair had been planning this surprise and all week you have been none the wiser. Of course you may have hinted that your birthday was coming up but you didn’t necessarily expect anything from him. Money was tight and the boys had been exceptionally busy so when he came ‘home’ to surprise you, you didn’t expect another array of surprises.

He had practically kidnapped you, scooping you off your feet after he dropped off your gifts, hailing down a galactic cab to reach your first destination which was a lovely restaurant. The food was delicious and it was more enjoyable for you to see him eating food that wasn’t a shared ration bar and gunk from the Kaminoan Cantina.

After that, he took you to a bar where a few drinks were on the cards and it just so happened your favorite local band was playing! Although a little embarrassing that the singer dedicated a song to you after learning it was your birthday which left you red in the face. Crosshair could not stop smirking.

You were thanking him for the lovely night, ready to go home but he takes your hand and shakes his head. “Night’s just getting started.”

He tells you to keep your eyes closed as you walk through the small town and you’re trying to picture the route in your mind but nothing is coming up.

Once your eyes open, the biggest grin plants on your face to see the Marauder perched on a hillside with some familiar faces standing in front holding a large banner.

“The banner was the kids idea.” Crosshair grumbled as he stared at the bright and glittered exploded birthday banner, seeing his brothers and sister waving over to you.

“I can’t believe this!” You say with a laugh, waving back before looking up at him. “You told me they went back to Kamino.”

“What? And have them miss your birthday, baby girl? I don’t think so.” He says with a coy smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he escorts you over to the others who gave you a mix of hugs and pat on the back for your special day.

The night ahead lead to many fun games, some drinking when Omega finally dozed off to sleep, and surprisingly to you; dancing.

Crosshair of course wanted nothing to do with most games and dancing but gladly watched his brothers (mainly Wrecker) dance about which was just him jumping up and down and throwing you about. One by one, the others had called it a night which just left you and Crosshair to sit by the makeshift campfire, cuddled up under a shared blanket.

“Had a good day?” He asks, moving soft circles along your back with his dexterous fingers.

“Perfect,” you sigh happily, resting your head against his shoulders “didn’t know you could pull all this off.”

He scoffs a little and shrugs nonchalantly, feeling a little modest. “Yeah I can’t take all the credit but the others helped me with ideas a lot… but I will take credit for this.” He says with a cool tone, leaning down and capturing your soft lips with his own.

You melt into him, unsure if it was the heat of the bonfire or the scorching of his lips that were making you turn to a puddle in his grasp. When he pulled back, the look in his eyes was nothing short of adoring.

Never had he thought he would have this connection with someone. Never would he think he would do all this for someone who he loved or someone who loved him. “Happy birthday mesh’la.”

You thank him with another soft kiss and enjoyed this rare moment with the Marksman, engulfed in warmth, happiness and pure love.

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#nahoney22 writes #crosshair bad batch x reader #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #bad batch one shots #the bad batch #tbb

[the-fiction-witch]

Cuddles

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet Af

Concept 'Feel Better?'

I sat leant against the log watching the fire burning bright most people still partying away, when I saw someone approach. I smiled as I saw her in her little black boots with high muddy socks, little Jean shorts and her long blue hoodie her hair up in a plait to keep it out of he Mr face even if loose hairs were sticking to her skin in some places she had her sleaves down far past her hands as she came over.

"Hi love, what's up?" I asked given she didn't look very happy she seemed kinda sad she meerly opened her arms so I chuckled set my moonshine down and offered my arms which she happily crawled into nuzzling her nose into my neck, her head into my shoulder, her hands into my hoodie pocket, her legs up close to her chest as she sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms slowly and gently not wanting to trap her too fast giving her some soothing rubs on the back and leg "hey it's okay, what's wrong love?" I whispered she took my hand pulling it closer to really squeeze around her until my hand rested on her lower stomach i could tell she was more bloated then usual and I could almost feel her cramps and stomach churns "oh dear. Always around bonfire isn't it" I sighed and she nods "awww it's okay, cuddle up as much as you need to."

"But what if-"

"I don't care if you bleed on me. You need cuddles." I told her "when did you last have painkillers?"

"Yesterday"

"Yesterday!"

"Clients being stingy with them" she pouts 

"Well the box came up today hopefully he'll be able to give you some more before bed time." I told her stroking her hair "when did you last drink something?" But no answer came "I take it you've barely drank anything all day?" And she sheepishly nods "y/n. Your cramps are only going to get worse if you're dehydrated. And I know you've been crying from pain which will make you even more dehydrated. So come on hydrate" I told her offering her some moonshine but as usual she turned her nose up "hydrate. Or no cuddles." I warn and she begrudgingly had some sips even if her face turned sour, she always hated moonshine."there that'll help, would squeeze help or is that going to make your tummy worse?'

"Squeeze please" she smiled squeezing my chest so I happily squeezed her as tight as I could rocking us both from side to side a little

"I'm sorry you have to feel this way love. I wish I could help." 

"You do help. You help a lot newt" she says "can I?"

"Of course" I laughed and she began poking me, pinching me, giving me small playful punches, just getting the pain and the anger out on me I didn't mind I know it helps her I can't imagine the horrific sensation of your insides ripping themselves out and cramping up to force things out. Honestly that's the kinda stuff I have nightmares about. And I know Clint's low on pain meds as he hadn't been giving me as many lately either. So I don't mind getting maybe a small bruise from her poking and pinching me if it takes her mind off her pain. I could tell after a while she was getting very tried as her eyes went heavy and her pokes has stopped, so I readjusted her a little so she could lay with her head on my chest I was gentle as I stroked her hair and moved my hand under her hoodie to stroke her stomach making sure to be soft and gentle with her and given her growing smile I think it helped and hearing her happy little joyful moans made me smile so much knowing she was cosy and comfy "that feel better love?" I asked and she nods "good. You wanna go to bed?" I asked and she nods sleepily "you want a cosy night?" I ask and she excitedly nods "okay" I smiled being as gentle as I could to get up and lift her up with me so I could carry her with her still nuzzled into my chest, I carried her across the glade making sure not to jolt her around till we reached her little hut near the walls corner I let her down and she went for a shower, given she's our only girl she had her own out here. And while she was gone I made her little mattress up with blankets and pillows making sure I climbed in to keep it warm for her, when she got back in her small shirt and panties she climbed into the bed with me and bundled herself close again I wrapped the covers around us both pulling her close tucking her in. I gave her back a rub and soothed her aching tummy, I made sure she had some water before bed and tucked her in tight "There, that feel better love?"

"Ummm humm" she nods 

"You all cosy?"

"Very cosy"

"Good, now you sleep tight, you know where I am if you need me." I told her 

"I do, goodnight newt"

"Goodnight y/n" I smiled giving her forehead a small kiss then I gave her nose a small kiss which turned her bright red across her cheeks I couldn't help but smile looking at her all bundled up and cosy she's so cute I couldn't help myself almost regardless of my fears I leant down and kissed her lips they were so soft, so sweet and smooth she happily kissed back and for a while the only movement between us was our lips till I pulled back nervously "I uhh sorry I uhh"

She giggled and gave my lips another kiss "goodnight newt" she smiled 

"Goodnight love" I cooed making sure she was cosy before I got up and headed to her door 

"Newt?"

"What is it love?" I asked turning back to her bed and she had opened her arms "really?"

"Cuddles"

"Okay," I smiled jumping back in bed with her to cuddle her close "So long as I don't get in trouble again" 

"That's a risk I'm willing to take"

"Are you now?" 

"Very much. For cuddles" she smiled nuzzling close

#thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut #tmr newt #tmr smut #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt smut #the maze runner #maze runner #newt maze runner #newt imagine #newt imagines #the maze runner newt

[kolsmikaelson]

hi !! i’ve been going through ur acc and i love ur writing you are so so talented. i saw that requests were open for jeremiah fisher and he is literally the loml so i was wondering if you could write a hc about what it’s like to date jere?? and just have it be like super fluffy. it can be fem!reader or gn!reader i don’t mind.

dating jeremiah fisher headcanons

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a/n — hi there! thank you so much for the compliment as well as the request <3. i hope you enjoy this as much as i did!

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do not copy or repost my works, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

— he’d be the sweetest guy ever!!

— jeremiah had probably seen you around before he actually met you.

— he would meet you through belly, maybe she invited you to the house for a swim and he comes out and sees you.

— immediately is enamored by you, and tries to flirt with you but fails miserably.

— as soon as you leave, belly is teasing him about his failed attempts.

— “really jere? thought you were smoother than that.” she’d nudge him with her elbow.

— would confide in belly about wanting to know you better and how he likes you.

— when he asked you out, instead of being confident and flirty, he’s stumbling over his words and a blush covers his face.

— “would you- um do you wanna maybe go out with me sometime?”

— he would play it cool when you say yes but when he walks away and thinks that you aren’t looking, he pumps his fist into the air in celebration.

— jere would definitely take you to the beach for your first date, maybe it’s for a bonfire or when the beach is much less crowded he’d set up a picnic for the two of you.

— is so supportive of everything you do. you wanna learn how to surf? he’ll teach you. you finished a new book? tell him all about it, he’ll buy the next book in the series. got some new clothes? go try them on and show him!

— “i don’t care what you wear, i can fight.” !!!!

— he would make you feel so comfortable if you’re wearing something more revealing or out of your comfort zone.

— obsessed with calling you ‘my love’ and ‘sweetheart’.

— watches the sunset or the sunrise with you and gives you his jacket to keep you warm.

— loves seeing you and conrad get closer and be friends.

— he’s scared to introduce you to his mom (and laurel) but when you’re laughing with the two women within minutes of meeting he feels as though a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

— “y’know i think they like you better than me.” he pouts.

— will always want to be the designated driver if you’re coming to a party with him and the guys.

— “i want my baby to have a good time tonight.” he’d say when you try and protest, telling him steven already agreed to drive for the night.

— keeps an arm around you at bonfires, so that other guys know you’re together.

— always wants you to be his partner at beer pong, very rarely will he ask someone else.

— serenades you with your favorite song (like he did to belly with ‘summer nights’ from grease on her birthday).

— he’d probably drag conrad or steven into doing it with him too.

— he would get you matching bracelets for your birthday, with charms of each others initials on them.

— definitely keeps a picture of the two of you in his wallet.

— adores seeing you in any clothes of his.

— if you’re going to the debutant ball you best bet he’ll be there.

— “thought you swore off these kinda things?” conrad jokes when he sees him all dressed up for it.

— gets a special present for your special night, it would be something you’d been eyeing for a while but hadn’t purchased for yourself.

— loves when you come over to his for movie nights, because he not only gets to see you in one of his hoodies but for who knows how many hours you’d be pressed into his side cuddling in his bed or on the couch downstairs.

— overall the best guy you have ever met and loves you with his whole heart !!

© joelsfarabees 2022

#bookmark #◜ caitee’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 ✎ ˚✧ ꜝ #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty x reader #jeremiah fisher headcanons #jeremiah fisher imagine

[babygirlbites]

Can you please please please have one where Leah is the reader's lesbian awakening? Like... No no the reader is totally straight, she is just... Always staring longingly at girls whenever she's not paying attention, that's totally platonic and straight tho! And sure,she never finds any guys attractive but could gush about girls all day long but that is just because girls are so much prettier... In a platonic way, of course.

And there is absolutely no reason why reader was so reluctant to give Leah back her jacket... Or the fact she unconsciously snuggled into it after someone pointed out as a joke that it looked like a claim.

This, this is totally straight... (It is in fact, very much not straight)

I don’t think you realise how close to home this has hit for me.

Like - CLOSE to home.

As a lesbian myself - this is a cannon event, I can not step in.

Like imagine this for a second;

You’re around the bonfire with Leah’s hoodie wrapped around you; and it just smells so much like her and the more you cuddle in the more it smells like her right?

And that’s like completely normal friendship shit

You’re sniffing her hoodie, like any other pal would

And you’re trying to be so subtle about it at first, but as the night wears on and the fire starts to fill your nostrils and cling to the warm clothing, you have to really fight to chase that Leah smell

So by this point you’re pretty much huffing her collar to get any Leah remnants.

“ if you went to kiss her just kiss her” i feel like it would be either Paul or Jake, everyone’s noticed your not so platonic feelings for Leah but nobody dares mention it other than those two jokers

“ what are you even talking about” you’re instantly defensive and that’s how they know they have you

“ it’s just so obvious that you love her, that’s all” they would say, looking around the others for confirmation, but everyone else is too scared to agree, they all see it but they also have a valid fear of angry Leah Clearwater

“Of course I love her, she’s my best friend” it’s a lie and you know it, because although she IS your best friend - you know you love her in a way you don’t love your other friends.

As in, in the way that you want to feel her warm lips against yours, to taste her breath in your mouth.

Which is crazy because you’re completely not into girls.

I mean there was that girl in summer camp who used to play with your hair and it would give you full body tingles

And there was also the fact that everytime you slept with a boy it felt like an out of body experience, and not the good kind.

And if you’re completely honest with yourself; there is the fact that you once went skinny dipping with Leah while drunk and you think about it every time you’re in the shower.

You’re chewing over these suppressed ideas and feelings with such concentration that you miss the sad look in Leah’s eyes when she is again labled just the best friend.

To Leah, none of this is obvious.

In your recollection of summer camp, the girl is just that, just a friend.

You sleeping with men is just that, you sleeping with men.

And she sure remembers skinny dipping with you, but she doesn’t know that you cling to it the same way she does on late night when she should be asleep.

And so on the walk back, she asks you; because she can’t keep it in any longer,

“ do you really think kissing me would be that bad?”

You almost laugh, but you catch yourself before you do, because there’s so much uncertainty in her voice and when you dare to look at her face, you can see such strong vulnerability behind her fake half smile.

And in that moment you realise, maybe it is worth the risk.

What’s a kiss between friends?

I mean girls do it all the time right?

So you turn around to face her, you take a step closer - not missing how she loses a full breath at your boldness.

And you kiss her.

It’s not much more than a peck on the lips, all you have the confidence for.

It’s just long enough for her to taste whats left of the lip gloss you applied earlier that night.

Just long enough for you to feel the softness of her plush lips against your own.

And then you back away, as if burned.

Your brain suddenly catches up with the rest of your body

And oh my fucking GOD, did you actually just kiss LEAH

What were you thinking?

You start to gather an apology, her wild eyes searching yours for some kind of confirmation that you did actually just do that

Before you can even get the words out she’s on you, faster than what should be humanly possible.

Her hands are on your cheeks and her lips are on yours, but this time it’s not a peck.

It’s years of hidden glances, stolen touches and late night fantasies rolled into one.

Your lips part in a gasp, or a moan? You’re not sure

And she takes the chance to slip her tongue into your mouth, her taste consuming all of your senses.

Your body goes limp, your hands grasping out to cling to her so you don’t fall, landing in her hair and knotting into her dark locks.

Her hands move from your cheeks, one on your hip and one on your back to keep you secure.

And if your brain was able to think of anything other than Leah in that moment, you would probably reach the realisation that

This is not how straight girls kiss

#twilight saga #imagine #twilight #imagines #quileute #leah clearwater #leah clearwater headcannon #leah clearwater x y/n #leah clearwater x reader

[purrgilpawkins]

Cold + Outside

Summary: A vacation in the middle of nowhere during Winter turns out to not be as great as the team thought it’d be and now they’re stuck outside trying to stay warm.

Pairings: Wilt Bozer & Jack Dalton & Riley Davis & Angus MacGyver

Part of the Whump Advent Calender 2020 series Prompt: Locked Outside Overnight / Cuddling For Warmth

Warnings: n/a

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It was one of those few times everyone was given some time off at the same time. Probably because they’d all nearly died during that last op and Matty was feeling guilty about it. So she suggested one of the few not-used-and-will-probably-never-get-used Phoenix safehouses to spend that time off and the team agreed to the change in scenery.

That specific safehouse was a cabin in the middle of an area of wilderness that seemed to be constantly plagued by snowstorms. Three bed, two bath, a kitchen that was connected to the den, a shed out back used mostly to store wood and a little fire pit off to the side. It sounded quite charming. The drive over was spent with the boys arguing about who’d be sharing a bed while Riley played on her phone, knowing that she’d get a room all to herself.

Though none of that mattered, seeing as the cabin was burnt to a crisp.

Of course, the plan then would’ve been to hop back in Mac’s Jeep and head back to civilization. But it was almost out of gas and would likely leave them stranded on the side of the road.

“We don’t need to stop for gas, hoss. Matty said there’d be extra canisters of gasoline at the cabin. We'll be fine,” Mac started in a mocking imitation of Jack’s drawl.

“How the hell was I supposed to know that it’d all be used to burn the damn place to the ground?”

“I’m not saying you knew this would happen. I’m saying you should’ve listened to me when I said we should stop for gas!”

“Hey, guys. How about we shut up and actually figure out what we’re gonna do, huh?” Riley interrupted.

Mac and Jack gave each other the stare down and Mac seemed to lose their staring contest as he sighed, “Sorry. I’m cold and I’m pissed but that’s no reason to take it out on you.”

Jack pulled Mac in for a side hug and ruffled the blond’s hair as best he could with the beanie on the Mac’s head, “S’alright, bud. I know you didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Why don’t you get a fire goin’ while I go and call Matty?”

Jack turned back to the Jeep and Mac walked toward the firepit, “Sounds like a plan.”

Riley turned to Bozer, “Do they ever, like, really fight?”

Bozer shrugged, “Once in a blue moon.”

They made their way over to Mac, helping out when he asked them to get some wood from the shed. Jack came over eventually too, just as Mac had started to get a spark.

“So, good news, bad news,” Jack started.

“What’s the good news?” Bozer asked, rubbing his arms in a poor attempt to get warm.

“Well, good news is Mac’s got a fire goin’ for us,” Jack gestured to the small fire, “Bad news is that we got a couple hours before Matty can send someone out here.”

Everyone groaned.

—

Mac had managed to turn their small campfire into a bonfire. Very easy to do when there’s no need to worry about the cabin catching fire (plus they were using part of the cabin itself to light it).

The team thought it best to dig out all their extra clothing and put it on as well as wrap themselves in the individual blankets that they brought. After settling around the fire, the young people of the group thought it best to crowd around Jack. He provided almost as much warmth as the fire in front of them. Though all of that wasn’t enough for Bozer since he’d made his way, uninvited, to sit between Jack’s legs, back to chest. Jack didn’t seem to mind and just wrapped his arms around him.

They spend their time having casual conversation through their chattering teeth and scarves that cover half their face. At some point Riley decided enough was enough, “Alright, Bozer, you’ve had your turn, I want mine.”

“But it’s so cozy,” Bozer said stubbornly.

“Hey, come on now, Boze. We gotta share,” Jack admonished, unwrapping his arms from the oldest kid.

“Fine,” Bozer removed himself from Jack’s bubble and Riley took his place almost immediately.

“I don’t know why you guys were arguing about sharing beds. If I were you I’d’ve been arguing to have my own personal heater like Jack with me,” Riley said as she snuggled into Jack’s embrace.

“He snores,” Mac and Bozer said simultaneously. Riley nodded in understanding.

“Hey!” Jack sputtered, “I’m not that bad!”

“You are,” everyone said in response.

The conversation continued with Jack complaining here and there at how disrespectful his kids were. At some point, Riley turned to Mac and asked if he wanted a turn. Mac, never one to ask or openly want any kind of physical touch, said no. At that, Jack nudged Riley out of his arms and grabbed Mac by the clothing on his shoulders and forced the youngest closer to him. Mac protested but didn’t put up much of a fight.

Once Mac had gotten comfortable and Jack had wrapped him in arms, Jack said something that caught the young man off guard.

“I’m really proud of you, Mac.”

Mac leaned his head back on Jack’s shoulder to look him in the eye, “You…are? Why? What’d I do?”

Jack looked into Mac’s eyes, a soft look in his own to match the smile on his face. He brought up a hand and gently rested it on the back of Mac’s head.

“For wearing a beanie like a normal person would.”

Riley snorted as Mac placed his open palm on Jack’s face and roughly pushed it away as he stood up to get away from his partner, Bozer cackling all the while. Mac made his way to the other side of the bonfire, back to the driveway of the safehouse, and crossed his arms in a way that could only be described as a pout.

The team continued their laughter before it came to a stop, everyone getting to their feet and Jack pulling his gun from where he tucked in the back of his pants. Mac, confused at the sudden change in atmosphere, turned around to see a car that had driven up behind his Jeep. Jack moved in front of him, gun at the ready for whoever had decided to intrude.

The man who came out of the car did so with his hands up, seemingly unfazed by the gun being pointed at him. “Director Webber sent me. I brought gas for your car,” he’d said and Jack looked to his kids before turning back to the man and lowering his gun (he wasn’t going to put it away, of course).

The man made his way to the back of his car, Jack following with Mac right behind him. The man opened the trunk of his car, Jack watching him the whole time and handed the gas cans to the two agents. “This should be enough to fill your tank. The Director said to head into the nearest town. She booked you all hotel rooms.”

The man got back into his car and left almost as quick as he arrived. The team watched him leave and, after filling the tank, hopped into the Jeep and left the sorry excuse for a cabin in the wind.

On the way to civilized society, Jack’s phone rang and he answered unsurprised to hear their boss. “Hey, Matty. Thanks for getting us outta that jam.” The rest of the team followed up that statement with thanks of their own.

“No problem, guys,” The smile was evident in Matty’s tone, “Just wanted to apologize for sending you off in the middle of nowhere without any kind of shelter. Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s no sweat, Matty. We had fun! Kinda,” Bozer said from the back seat.

“Oh, so I should send you out for wilderness survival more often?” Matty laughed at the chorus of “no”’s that followed. “Well, you all get yourselves warmed up and well-rested. Oh and before I go, the hotel rooms I got for you only had two rooms, one with two queens and one with a king. Bye!” Matty hung up as the boys groaned. Riley smiled from her spot in the back.

#luke writes #1k words #macgyver 2016 #gen #team improv #angus macgyver #jack dalton #riley davis #wilt bozer #fluff #huddling for warmth #platonic cuddling #wac2020

[welcometothemurdercapital]

The Bonfire

Fem!Reader X David

A/N: The last installment of the Date Night stories, Date Night, Night at the Arcade, and Overlooking the City. This took the longest because I find David the hardest to write for, so I hope I did him justice and didn’t mess with his character too much. 

Date night with David

David was the clear leader of the boys and had a reputation around the boardwalk as the stern guy with a ‘too cool for anything’ attitude. The boys were a staple on the boardwalk and David could always be seen in the middle of the group silently watching people pass or gearing up to cause trouble. Very few were actually brave enough to step up to the boys, but David was especially intimidating with his nonchalant attitude and confident demeanor.

Whenever she was with the boys, particularly when she was saddled up behind him on his bike or under his arm as they walked, people would look at her with either looks of jealousy, usually those who found the boys attractive, or confusion, probably wondering if she was with them by choice. She didn’t pay them any mind as they had no idea what was going on between them.

David wasn’t a fan of copious amounts of PDA, but he had no issue staking his claim on her whenever they were on the boardwalk. There was no question of who she ran with and everyone, even the surf nazi’s, knew not to fuck with her. Occasionally someone new to town or a tourist would try their hand at flirting or let a gaze linger for too long and David would appear from seemingly nowhere and make it known she was taken. Whether or not they ended up on a flyer depended on how respectful they were to the rejection.

Despite his tough attitude, she knew he could actually be affectionate; in his own way. He didn’t show his affection in traditional ways, hand holding or public kisses, but he showed it in ways that were uniquely David. He showed it in how he always made her feel safe, cared for, and protected. Even when she couldn’t see him, she knew he was nearby based on how people reacted to her. People always seemed to give her space and no one seemed to give her any grief. She never had to want for anything because if she just mentioned something, that she was hungry or that she liked something she saw in a shop, then suddenly it appeared before her. David was a great provider, for both her and the boys, and it was one of the many reasons she loved and respected him.

She wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from her night with him as he could be unpredictable. He had once taken her for the classic dinner and a movie date, but he ended it with moves that made her thankful there was no one else in the theater. Another time he had taken her to the local lovers lane where they spent the whole night just talking and cuddling against his bike. David could turn things on a dime so she always had to be on her toes with him

“So where are we going?” He was being uncharacteristically quiet, and it was slightly unnerving her. He wasn’t nearly as energetic as Paul or Marko, but he still carried a dominant energy that included telling her what to do or what he had decided they were going to do leaving zero room for discussion or debate. There was none of that tonight; he just led her to his bike and they were off.

“You didn’t think I forgot, did you?” He called back never taking his eyes off the road in front of him.

“I would hope not with the amount of reminders you’ve been given recently.” She felt his chest bounce with his quiet laugh but he didn’t answer her question.

He pulled off the road into a small clearing between the trees. Probably any other time she would’ve been more wary of being in the forest in the dark, but she always felt safe with David, with any of the boys, and knew that he would protect her from anything that would try and harm her.

“Here we are.” He pulled up to a small clearing and killed the bike. She knew they were at a popular spot for bonfire parties due to its seclusion. Her eyes scanned the bonfire space, taking in the various chairs, blankets, and coolers of food. The whole scene was very un-David like and it threw her off.

“Did you do all this?” He looked around and did a half shrug, which was more in character for him.

“Sort of, the occupants were dinner. I just messed with a few things here and there. Mostly getting rid of the bodies- not the most romantic.” He downplayed his involvement, which didn’t surprise her. Despite enjoying attention on him, she knew he thrived when people stared at him, he often downplayed things he did.

“So, you do have some sort of concept of romance.” She was merely teasing him; she’d seen his romantic side countless times through his small gestures. He was always very conservative with his words, opting to show his love through actions. There hadn’t been a night that had gone by where she didn’t feel his love.

“Don’t let the boys know.” He smiled at her. She loved his genuine smile; it was so soft and genuine that she melted every time she saw it.

“Come on, this is the cleanest spot.” He said sitting on the log and gesturing her next to him.

She watched as he dug through the various coolers to find food and drinks, laughing to herself as he cursed the previous owners.

“Can’t even have decent beer. Cheap assholes.” He muttered pulling out a can of Drewrys extra dry beer. Once he was satisfied enough with what he found, he passed her a hot dog and can of beer. Not her usual diet, but thieves can’t be picky.

They ate with idle conversation, David mostly complaining about their taste in food, but she didn’t pay that any mind; she was just happy to be with him.

“I like this.” She said cuddling into his neck, breathing in the heady scent that was uniquely him; cigarette smoke, gasoline, ocean air, the slight tang of copper, and his own unique musk.

“What? Eating other people’s food? I’m not sold on this bunch. I mean, honestly, who puts mayonnaise on a hotdog.” He sneered looking at the hotdog in his hand causing her to giggle. “They made for better food then they actually brought with them.”

“No, your softer more carefree side.” She smiled at him. “I understand you often have to corral the others and be the voice of reason, but I truly love when I get to see this side of you.” He smiled down at her and sweetly pressed his lips to hers.

“I love you.” He said softly. Her smile widened and she brought her hand up to cup his jaw and kissed him again. She lightly tugged on his short beard hairs causing him to moan into her mouth. It had initially surprised her when she figured out he was into hair pulling, but she took every advantage of it she could.

“I love you.” Out of all the boys, David said ‘I love you’ the least so she couldn’t help it whenever her heard it, her heart would skip a beat before going crazy. She didn’t mind that he didn’t say it often though, much like Paul’s constant horniness, Marko’s proclivity for fighting, or Dwayne’s quiet demeanor; she loved David for exactly who he was any she wouldn’t change a thing about him.

“So you’re happy? With us I mean.” He threw his arm over her shoulder and brought her flush against him. He was comfortably soft underneath all his layers and she nestled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Unbelievably so. It’s almost surprising to find such comfort and stability in a place full of grifters, drifters, and runaways.” She quietly laughed. When she had arrived in Santa Carla, what felt like ages ago at this point, she had no idea what was waiting for her. She never would’ve imagined this would be her life with four great men who loved her and looked after her. What was supposed to be a short stop on her journey turned into a permanent home and she thanked her lucky stars everyday.

“Good.”

“Where did that come from?” It wasn’t like him to bring up emotions and matters of the heart.

“I just wanted to make sure. We’re not the traditional hot guys all the girls want. I know we all just want you to be happy.” She stared at him in disbelief as she tried to process his words.

“I know you can’t use a mirror, but you guys are the epitome of the hot guys that all the girls want. You must not be aware of all the dirty looks I get whenever I’m around you.”

“Too busy glaring at all the guys who stare at your ass.” He retorted.

“Well it’s true. You guys are all fucking hot. That said, I’m incredibly happy not just your looks, but your personalities. You guys are the greatest people I know and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone in the world.” She said trying to convey how much honesty and conviction she was feeling through her words.

David was silent for a while as he stared at her, almost as if he was reading her thoughts. Eventually a slow smile grew on his face and he shook his head.

“This is getting too sappy.”

“You brought it up.” She defended. He nodded in concession before grinning at her.

“We could always fuck right here.” David suggested with a wiggle if his eyebrows, looking more like Paul than himself. She wasn’t even surprised by the quick turn in conversation. He wasn’t one to dwell on emotions for too long.

“Oh yes,” she began sarcastically, “all this dried blood in such a mood setter.”

“Doesn’t bother me at all.” He shrugged as he easily pulled her into his lap.

“No surprise there. However, I’d like to think I’m a little classier than that.”

“Oh really? Need I remind you about that one time on the boardwalk on those tables where-”

“Alright, alright. I get it. Not the classiest woman out there.” She said clamping a hand over his mouth to stop his little trip down memory lane. She could feel his grin behind her hand. Once she was sure he wouldn’t continue, she dropped her hand to see him still grinning at her.

“I’m just saying, I’m always available.”

#the lost boys david #david x reader #tlb david #david the lost boys #kiefer sutherland #David tlb x reader

[daintyduck99]

My darling it would make my entire day if you wanted to write something with Rulie and “things you said when you thought I was asleep” because that is the cutest concept

It's rare for Reggie to beat Luke to the studio after school, but Julie's glad he did. Unlike Luke, Reggie doesn't push or pry.

He takes one look at her and opens his arms. She all but collapses on top of him, burrowing into his embrace, and he doesn't complain. He just wraps his arms snugly around her, and she breathes in the bonfire scent of his favorite flannel.

"Thank you," she mumbles, and he nuzzles the top of her head with his cheek.

"You don't have to thank me, Julie. You know I'm always down for cuddles."

The distinct chime of Mario dying makes her flush. She hadn't even registered that he was in the middle of something.

"But…I messed up your game…"

"Julie," Reggie says, full of smiles and fake scorn, "what part of always don't you get?"

She huffs a laugh. "So…I can stay?"

"You literally live here—"

"Oh…you know what? Just for that, I'm not moving. I live right here now."

Reggie hums. He fiddles with the strap of her tank top, which makes her shiver.

She's pretty sure he doesn't realize, and she's not going to tell him. He might stop.

It's a nice distraction from her cramps.

He goes back to his game at some point, though, gently resting the controller on her back, and she dozes for a while, lulled to sleep by the muted sounds of his game and the steady thumping of his heart.

She dreams about green eyes, a sultry bass line and cool hands in hers, of crooked smiles looming ever closer…

Before another cramp rudely wakes her.

She doesn't even have the energy to react, stubbornly keeping herself still, eyes closed, with her ear over Reggie’s heart.

His heartbeat isn't as steady as it was before, though. It's…almost frantic.

And he's speaking to someone.

His voice is low, and it sounds fuzzy, especially with his heart all but screaming in her other ear, but she focuses on the former, and it starts to come through.

"...know I could never tell her, Luke."

Luke makes a dismissive noise. "I don't."

"I do!" Reggie swallows so hard that his throat clicks. He lowers his voice again. "If you and her didn't work out—why would she ever want a weirdo like me?"

Well, that's enough of that. Julie hums.

"Maybe you're her kind of weird."

"Julie!" Reggie's voice has climbed an octave. "Ah—how much did you hear?"

It takes a stupid amount of effort, but she lifts her head and gives him a smile.

"Enough, I think. You really weren't going to say anything?"

"I'm gonna go," Luke interjects. "I'll be working on lyrics in the kitchen if you need me, but something tells me that you won't."

Something tells her that Reggie’s flipping him off behind her back. His face, maybe.

It makes her giggle, which she only regrets a little. His eyes snap back to hers, and his expression changes. His blush deepens.

"Julie—you didn't—did you mean—"

She lays a finger on his lips; he goes quiet. His eyes get wide, and so does her smile.

"I know I've been acting kinda crazy…"

He looks like he wants to object, but she's still touching his mouth. She blushes as well, blinking as she tries to remember what else she was going to say, and hurriedly returns her hand to his chest.

"But I did mean it. I really like you, Reggie, I have for a while. Don't talk me out of it."

He swallows again, and she sees his throat work, this time. He's very red.

"Do you—wanna try it, then? Us?"

"There's no reason not to try," she says, and because she's impatient to know how her dream would've ended, she adds…

"I'd really like to kiss you, now."

And it's better than any dream might be.

#things you said prompts #rulie #reggie x julie #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms