#i loved writing this might fuck around and add to it eventually

[bunni-v1]

the latest post was real funny lmaoo, do u think u could also write abt the 2nd and 3rd years finding out the prefect is a girl? doesn't have to be immediate, take ur time <3

Second Years Find out You’re a Girl?!?!? (NOT CLICKBAIT) 

TW: Swearing; You have a smell (Ruggie); Floyd and Jade; Bunni can’t write Silver lol

Info: Ruggie, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, and Silver x Reader (Separate; Platonic/Romantic)

🍓Hiiii. Skip the intro if this isn’t ur first rodeo and buckle up cowboys (and cowgirls, and cowtheys, and cows). There is a notable lack of third years and dorm leaders because!!! They get their own part rip. I will (eventually) add links to the other parts, but I have a lot of homework to catch up on from being sick all week so it has to wait :). BTW it's long, but each part is pretty even. Love you all enjoyyyyy <3

First Years

Ortho & Sebek

Third Years

Dorm Leaders

-Okay so, I know we’re all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?

-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men aren’t unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and that’s it.

-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesn’t need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.

-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)

-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldn’t have the rumor that he put a “helpless” young woman to work. (Like it wouldn’t be expected.)

-So how do you two do it?

-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.

-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least you’re hidden.

-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)

-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original world…)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.

-Honestly, you’re set for being cared for, but it’s the adjustment period that’s the hardest part. 

-Truly, it’s very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.

-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? You’re completely alone.

-You notice how… messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell… really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.

-Honestly, it’s kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!

-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good… trial run.

-That’s not what we’re here to talk about though…

-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they don’t bother questioning you.

-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course).

-However, you can only hide your gender for so long… It’s mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.

-So… how do they find out?

Ruggie

-Ruggie is… unique when compared to Jack. 

-The three beastmen in the cast are all oddballs in this case, but I feel Ruggie is the oddest.

-See, Ruggie finds out nearly immediately. I’m talking like… first day when you and Grim set the school on fire immediately.

-It’s my personal belief that he has the strongest nose between Leona, himself, and Jack so he doesn’t have to be close to smell that something is different about you.

-Now he wasn’t sure for sure. The smell of a person, especially humans, has a lot of factors playing in them. Plus the fact that you’re… not exactly a normal member of Twisted Wonderland’s Society.

-But he had a hunch. That hunch was only confirmed when he decided to steal your sandwich for Leona. 

-He got a nice big ol’ whiff of your smell, and he won’t lie and say it didn’t throw him off, for a second. He almost lost control of his spell on you.

-Luckily he didn’t, he got his sandwich and got away, but it left him with a lot to think about.

-(Bunni interjecting opinion here, my bad) See, Ruggie isn’t exactly afraid of the women in his cackle. They’re civilized people, after all, they’re not out there beating on every guy they see, but they are kind of intimidating.

-He was raised to respect and fear women by his granny, and he’s never really had anything that directly opposed that moral code impeded in him.

-That was until you started to get a little too involved in sniffing Leona and him out for injuring other students.

-Why couldn’t you keep that stupid little nose of yours where it belongs, huh? You’re making more trouble than it’s worth.

-Tries a ton of different ways to scare you off for your own good, but you are damn stubborn and Ruggie both hates and admires you for it.

-You figure he and Leona both know you’re a girl. Hell, Leona outright implies it every time he sees you (thank god your friends of choice are morons). 

-Ruggie though? He looks at you weirdly. You can’t be sure, but he’s a bit more cautious around you. Careful he doesn’t hurt you, but also sure to give you a spook or two when he needs.

-It’s all so odd.

-It’s not till Leona overblots that both of you get your closure. 

-Both you and Ruggie are left alone to recover after your friends leave and Leona’s family drags him away for forced bonding time.

-He can’t help but test the waters.

-“Yer weird y’know.”

“Gee, thanks. That’s how you talk to the guy who saved your life earlier.”

“Hey, that’s how I talk to everyone. Don’t matter if you saved my life or not.”

“Whatever. What's so weird about me then.”

“Why’re ya hidin’ who ya really are.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Yeah, ya do, yer the one who was insistent on that gym shirt that’s clearly three times yer size.”

“…

…..

…Fiiiiine. You got me.”

-He’s smug about it for the longest time too. Constantly cracking jokes and poking fun at you.

-Honestly, it's the start of a really cute friendship! 

-You two are far more chill and friendly after Leona’s overblot. So much so that Grim, Ace, and Deuce call it into question, but he won’t tell if you don’t.

-Besides, you need a good friend to hang around where you don’t have to constantly hide who you are all the time.

-He’s the chill presence that you need on campus, and he’ll keep his mouth shut with no problem. (So long as you keep providing him that sweet, free lunch).

Jade

-He doesn’t think you’re too good at keeping secrets.

-Unlike the beast men, he doesn’t have an amazing nose. In fact, Jade would say his smelling ability is rather lackluster compared to Floyd or Azul. 

-However, he has a crazy scary intuition.

-He doesn’t know right away, of course. He doesn’t have x-ray vision to see through your baggy uniform.

-What gives it away for Jade is your mannerisms. The way you react to different things your more… masculine peers do or say. The discomfort on your face with the more touchy-feely students on campus.

-To our lovely (bastard) Jade, it's all a dead giveaway. He knows by the start of book three when you first make your deal with Azul.

-It’s like he’s looking through you in that crowded little office. His gaze and placid smile pierced through your skin.

-He won’t say anything to anyone though. What fun would that be? 

-To him, it's quite funny seeing how unaware both he and your friends are of the truth.

-He gives you the chills every time he’s around you, but he’s not giving you any reason to believe he knows anything more than what you’ve told him.

-He uses the correct pronouns and treats you as he would anyone else. The only thing is that he’s got this knowing glimmer in his eyes.

-It scares you. Not in the ‘oh god he’s gonna do something to me,’ way, but in the ‘Oh god he’s looking at me again, why is he looking at me again’ kinda way.

-He really does not give you an inkling of an idea that he knows. Just stares at you, smiling like a creepy doll.

-Eventually though, at some point after Azul’s overblot, he corners you (quite literally).

-You honestly think he’s about to kill you, he’s very tall and his face doesn’t change as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

-“Your secret is safe with me.”

-And he walks away.

-What. The. Fuck. Honestly, the scariest thing he could’ve done. Scarier than anything Floyd could ever do honestly.

-To his credit though, your secret is safe with him! Floyd and Azul find out completely on their own, and in fact act surprised when you ask if Jade was the one who told them.

-And honestly, if you can ignore how scary his smile is, he’s always lovely to talk to when you’re in his serving section at the lounge.

-He’s actually the one who convinced Azul to give you a part-time gig when you tell him about your… difficulties affording Sam’s prices.

-Makes sure that your uniform fits the way that makes you most comfortable, and keeps the more rowdy customers AND servers (including Floyd) away from you.

-Very kind! Very weird! 

-When you ask him why, he just tells you, “What’s the fun in letting our little secret get out.”

-Creepy! But at least you’re sort of safe around him.

Floyd

-Now, I am aware that Floyd is a very smart person. As smart as both Jade and Azul, in fact.

-However, homie has ADHD like crazy, and if something doesn’t have his attention he is not learning anything about it.

-Therefore, when it comes to you being female, it takes him a little longer than Jade and Azul to figure it out.

-You don’t really pique his interest for a while. Sure, you’re from a different dimension and all, and you’re a magicless student at one of the most prestigious magic schools ever, and you defeated two of the strongest students at NRC’s overblots.

-So what! Who cares! Certainly not Floyd!.

-You don’t interest him, plain and simple. He finds you kinda boring beyond all that “superficial” stuff out of your control.

-That is honestly for the best, you think, You sort of have Jade’s attention already, and that’s scary enough for you.

-You’ve heard the terrifying tales of what Floyd does to Riddle, you’d rather not be an object of his “affections.”

-It’s not until he’s forced to pay attention to you that he gets… interested. (Yayy for you!)

-It’s not immediate, of course. 

-He thinks you signing the contract with Azul so confidently is really funny. 

-Your determination to pretend you’re not scared of him and Jade is kinda cute, sure.

-When he realizes you’ve caught Jade’s eye he really starts to wonder about you.

-What is so interesting about you that Jade, his brother who only ever really liked peculiar people, has been keeping an eye on you like you’re his prey or something?

It really makes him think, but he doesn’t get it. Seriously. What's so different about you.

-Realizes what’s up when your baggy uniform manages to hug just the right place just long enough that he notices in the heat of battle.

-He gets it now, Jade. How silly you are, little shrimpy, hiding something like that from everyone.

-Suddenly, after Azul recovers from his overblot, Floyd is really friendly with you. 

-Not even in the creepy, stalker-ish way that a lot of people like to portray him as. (Though he does, in fact, do a lot of creepy stalker-ish things. It’s in his blood, he’s an underwater predator after all.)

-It’s more like a really, overly excited, not well-trained puppy who just wants attention from its (new) favorite person.

-And, you have to admit, he can be pretty pleasant to be around when he’s in a good mood! He’s funny, easy to talk to, and always has something fun he wants to do.

-It’s annoying to him that everyone gets in the way of him talking to you, though. He’s not gonna hurt you or anything, just wants to give you a squeeze is all.

Jamil

-Jamil has literally no reason to interact with you, ever.

-He, quite honestly, tries to avoid you at all costs.

-Trouble seems to follow you everywhere you go, and with Kalim always trailing him like a puppy, it’s not a mixture he wants to deal with.

-So, Jamil doesn’t know. Nor does he care to know at all. He doesn’t want to know anything about you.

-Alas, you both attend NRC. Nothing goes well at NRC.

-So, you bump into him in the kitchen during winter break. 

-If he’s completely honest, you are incredibly nice and easy to be around. Smarter than he’d thought too, seems that your bad luck only comes from your goodness of heart.

-It couldn’t hurt to let you eat with the rest of the dorm just this once… could it.

-It could. It very much could.

-It’s in his nature to be observant. He easily picks up on people's mannerisms and tells them so he can adjust to them as quickly as possible.

-Your mannerisms, however, are particularly different from every other guy on campus. 

-You act more like you belong in Pomefiore in a lot of ways, and you tend to flinch at the slightest bit of contact.

-You keep your distance, wear baggy clothes, and your voice sometimes sounds really strained.

-All of these things are odd, but… everyone at NRC is a little weird. He’s a little weird.

-So what. He writes it off and moves on.

-That is until he has to give you the Scarabia uniform after pointedly deciding to kidnap you for a while.

-Your very visible discomfort at the idea of having to wear the new clothes, which he picked specifically to be closer to your actual size, was quite a big giveaway for him.

-He simply smiles and hums and goes to fetch you something a little bigger, for your comfort. He’s not a monster after all! He wouldn’t want a young lady to be uncomfortable around him.

-Keeps it to himself, like a little prize. He was the only one who knew, and he wanted to keep it that way for a while without letting you know.

-It was for no reason other than to fuel that ever-growing ego in his chest.

-However, he gets a little annoyed when Kalim asks him if he thinks you’re a girl or not. He also gets very annoyed when you outwit him and fly to Octanivelle for help.

-Then he finds out that not only did Kalim manage to figure it out on his own, but Jade, Floyd, and Azul have known for ages now.

-It’s just a fun little bonus stressor that adds to his ultimate overblot.

-The overblot in which he exposes your secret to the whole of Scarabia. The overblot where he is just a little too creepy for you to be okay with him for a while.

-Needless to say, you do not have a good relationship with Jamil after all of that.

-He does, however, apologize properly for what he did during his overblot during the music training camp arc.

-You two never really fix things, but you become amicable enough. 

Jamil doesn’t really care enough to try and out you to the rest of NRC, but he does owe you a semblance of kindness thanks to what he put you through.

-So he makes sure Scarabia students and Kalim don’t go yapping to everyone after school starts up again.

🍓I have to be fully honest before I write this, I don’t… know how to write silver. I’m not up to date with chapter seven, and he hardly has any in-game content, so I’m sorry if I got him wrong. I’m trying my best to learn the Diasomania characters, but I don’t have the time to sit down and read ALL of chapter seven. (I do, however, have the time to get about 30 hrs a week on Mercy overwatch so maybe I should get my priorities straight…)🍓

Silver

-Silver is one of the last people to find out on campus.

-Not only do you never hang out with the Diasomnia students (other than Malleus), but you and Silver have absolutely nothing to talk about.

-He’s always in a weird sleep-fueled daze, and he’s super quiet and stern. He’s not exactly an easy guy to talk to, but he is nice when you do talk to him.

-The greatest extent to which you’ve interacted with him is through Lilia, and you hardly interact with Lilia outside of Malleus.

-So yeah… Silver doesn’t really have a chance to find out on his own.

-Besides, even if he did suspect something, he’s too upstanding and nice to bother asking you about it.

-Like Jack, he would just assume you were trans, or you’d tell him if you wanted to tell him. 

-Besides, gender isn’t all that big of a concern at NRC, let alone for someone who was raised by a pretty open-minded guy like Lilia.

-So, really, Silver has no reason to suspect or ask anything at all.

-However… he does… overhear Lilia talking about something like that with Malleus.

-More specifically, Lilia scolded Malleus and made him promise not to say anything to anyone else. (Silver wonders who he might’ve spilled to…)

-It’s not like it’s his business. You two aren’t super duper close or anything. He’s a royal guard anyway, he can keep his mouth shut. Besides, he could’ve just misheard the conversation.

-.

-..

-…

-….He’s kinda curious though. Damn his human nature, he just wants to know that’s all.

-So, he asks you outright one day.

-“Are you a girl?”

“…No hello?”

-He doesn’t get why you’d hide something like that. Women are strong, what’s the point in hiding that you’re a woman.

-You explain it to him, and suddenly he’s much more sympathetic.

-Offers to protect you if you ever need it out of the goodness of his heart. (What a sweetie)

-Otherwise, he doesn’t change all that much, maybe waves at you in the halls now, but he’s not going out of his way to talk to you unless you want him to.

-He’s another good guy <3

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #bunni's treats 🧁 #twst headcanons #ruggie bucchi #jade leech #floyd leech #jamil viper #silver twst #ruggie bucchi x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #jamil viper x reader #silver x reader

[dr3c0mix]

I need more jock x reader with reader having a big attitude and shows big disinterest in Brandon🥰

Jock x Gn Reader pt. 3

there was also an anon who requested reader topping Brandon so ill add it in as well :3

🏈 You've been tutoring Brandon for a few weeks now. Even after he passed that english test, he insisted you'd tutor him even in other subjects.

🏈 Of course you didn't care because you never wanted to tutor him in the first place.

🏈 No matter how clear your explanations are, he never got it until an hour of guiding him step by step, it was terribly draining to you and the alone time you were supposed to spend instead of teaching a dumb jock like him what 2+2 was.

🏈 Despite you thinking he's all muscle and no brains, Brandon's pretty smart, he gotta keep his grades up for football somehow, but the more time he spent playing dumb, the more time he spent with you, zoning out of your cute face that gets upset when you notice him staring at you googly-eyed, snapping your fingers at him to wake him up.

🏈 He won't say it out loud, but he relished the thought of your annoyed face, it awoken a part of him that he didn't even know existed.

🏈 Brandon would spot you amongst the crowd during break periods and if he tried to tease you or mess with you, you'd give him a sharp glare, sometimes grabbing his wrist or arm to stop him from wrapping an arm around you or playing with your hair.

🏈 It aroused encouraged him honestly.

🏈 His friends would notice him talking and hanging out with you more often and would ask him about you, Brandon confessing his slight big crush on you.

🏈 They'd coach him, telling him sweet poems to write, pickup lines, gifts, gestures to make you notice him, even his friends' girlfriends would tell him things they felt would work with you.

🏈 He had a few tricks he used on girls to get with them, but they never worked with you, so he might as well try.

🏈 He'd try to impress you, lifting weights, working out, all to get your attention. A compliment, a glance, even a scoff over how much he's trying, please notice him!!!

🏈 You rarely did, but whenever you do, you'd go out of your way to push him off his high horse, lunches bought for you were repaid with you teasingly treating him to food, even feeding him which flustered him to no end.

🏈 Cheesy flirts were deflected towards him whenever you gave him little touches and the like. You made him feel so small, so inferior...he loved it.

🏈 You'd walk in the room, and he'd be in a strange pose looking at you come in, his head resting in his hand as he spread himself on your couch.

🏈 "Is it just me or did it just get hotter in here?"

🏈 But you paid no mind, in fact, you leaned over him, your hands supporting you on both sides of him evidently trapping him as his face goes red by you glaring at him. "Uh-uhm...wow, now it's actually getting hot in here..whew!"

🏈 You hated it, but his little moves started growing in you, eventually earning smiles and giggles from you as you hid your face from him, but you always scoffed and shoved him away afterwards.

🏈 But that changed when you heard from one of your friends that he turned down a girl who wanted to sleep with him. He'd never do that! Unless he already has someone in mind...oh no..

🏈 You tried your best to avoid him that day but of course he found you, he was about to spew out another pickup line when you grabbed him by his letterman jacket's collar and slammed him into the lockers, pinning him.

🏈 You asked if all along his flirting and gifts were all a ploy to get you to fuck him through seething teeth.

🏈 His sweat dropped as you pinned him, his face getting redder by the second.

🏈 He gets shy all of a sudden, looking down like a sad puppy, pulling at your heart. You sigh as you let go of him, walking away from him.

🏈 "One chance, my house." You say as you leave him there with his hand on the parts of his neck that got red from you grabbing his collar.

🏈 When he saw you leave, he pumped his fists in the air and ran to tell his friends you asked him out.

🏈 He drove to your house in the best clothes he had without making him seem desperate. He knocked on the door and you let him in. He's been to your house many times but never because of another reason than tutoring, this seemed more intimate to him somehow.

🏈 You sat him down and you two talked, if he really liked you, if he really wanted to be with you, if he really liked you not just for a one-night stand.

🏈 "Y-you really thought that?...Sorry it's just- I'm not good at this...actual relationships I mean..I know it sounds bad but-...yeah it is..but I really like you (Y/N)! You're smart and funny and awesome! and really cute..."

🏈 You never saw him so genuine, something in the way he sat so curtly, avoiding eye-contact with you, you knew he wasn't lying.

🏈 Your glare softened and a smile starts appearing on your face. You scoot nearer to him to ruffle his hair before pulling his head towards you for a kiss.

🏈 He melted into the kiss, putting a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

🏈 You suddenly grab a chuck of his hair, pulling his head back. "If I find out this is all a joke, your ass is grass you hear me?"

🏈 b o n e r

#jock x reader #oc x reader #x reader #x male reader #gn reader #x gn reader #x female reader #female reader #yandere x gn reader #oc yandere #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere male #himbo king #big himbo energy #yandere x male reader #gender neutral reader #male reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere hcs #yandere imagines #tw yandere #dom reader #top reader #dom male reader #top male reader

[ryusol]

started a jjk marathon and finished with several tumblr tabs opened thus my current hyperfixiations, hence a recs ish <3 (also a few of aot bcs i stumbled upon the fics while going through their masterlist lol and then got carried away searching through the tags) anyways shout out to these talented people !! <3 also, im an adult so read w caution few of these are 18+ lol

gojo satoru 

snapshot by @stsgluver

best of luck / see ya later. by @reinerispretty

“well we should probably fuck, right?” by @kingkonoha 

ive got my mind on you / bedtime stories  by @just-jordie-things

death is pretty but his eyes are prettier by @chronicdisasterwrites 

this piece by @yunymphs

always, eventually, yours by @steleir

the cursed trio by @cacti-are-like-flamingos

megumi’s teacher / the three times gojo thinks he might be in love with you and the time he knows for sure by @awearywritersworld

this piece by @seoafin

this piece / mother's day (check out the rest of keeping up with the fushigojos, theyre really good) by @augustinewrites 

love entries by @chuluoyi 

conversations on love by @seiwas

fushiguro megumi

the subject of every photo / you want to kiss me so bad! / strange and peculiar  by just-jordie-things  

rodeo station by @yuwuta

lover's quarrel by chuluoyi 

“happy birthday megumi!!” by @seraphdreams

soft and lightweight by @bbunisre

“you came” “you called” by @remlionheart

anything for your smile by @weneeya

homecoming by @megu-meow

okkotsu yuta

counting! by @daosies

you know you got me in your pocket / fuck it, i love you by just-jordie-writes   

yuuta okkotsu's declassifief jujutsu tech survuval guide (an appetite haunting the heart) by yuwuta

extras; 

geto suguru — what if you’re someone i just want around (im falling again) by @saetorou

ryomen sukuna — let the light in by just-jordie-writes  (dont ask)

nanami kento — warmth in winter by yunymphs 

itadori yuji — desperate by @yellowcabdriver

eren yeager — nice. / daylight’s wasting (you better kiss me) by @miekasa

levi ackerman — slow hands / 1+1 / between you and me  by miekasa

levi ackerman — silent love / to soothe a frayed heart by by chronicdisasterwrites

levi ackerman — "get me a damned matcha" by @humanitys-strongest-bamf

levi ackerman — liability by @captain-hawks

levi ackerman — safe and sound by @sugusearrings

notes: will probably post or add more later cause i have sm free time atm lol

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x you #okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji x you

[foreingersgod]

Can you write a CC x country reader that has a heavy accent, like Texas or smth and how it makes people react to it?

this is such a cute idea, i decided to put my own little twist on it so i hope you like it!

Texas Twang . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: you were born and raised on a texas farm, eventually moving away for college where you met caitlin. here’s a list of 5 times she’s fallen in love with you and your accent

A/N: #5 is a wee bit spicy (trying to feed ya’ll as per request) so please skip it if you’re uncomfortable with that!

also i got these sayings off of google cause i dont know any texas slang or how to convey the reader having an accent so sorry if they’re literally not real 😭

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1. when you first met

you were panicked, running around your small room trying to find your stupid fucking phone. you were already running 5 minutes behind, the clock on the wall told you, but you wouldn’t be able to find your first class of the morning regardless if you didn’t find your phone. checking under your heap of blankets, in the drawers of your desk, and even in your laundry basket, you found nothing.

then, after throwing every book out of your backpack as a last resort, you saw it laying below discarded orientation papers and sticky notes. with a sigh of relief, you snatched your phone and sprinted out of your building.

you were running at full speed, which was a little embarrassing considering every one else on campus was just walking normally. but you were extremely behind and would be so mad if you were late to your first class at this school. so you continued to weave through people. you dodged campaigners, sped through large groups on the lawns, probably knocking down a few people in the process.

your sprinting seemed to pay off when you noticed the building up ahead. you glanced at the time, seeing you still had a few minutes to make it if you really hurried. your legs ached as you continued to speed walk past bypassers.

then, without notice, you ran right into someone passing by. the force of your impact causing the both of you to fall to the ground in the middle of the quad. if you weren’t late already, you surely would have been now.

“shit” you heard the other person cuss under their breath. you looked up, still planted on the ground, to the person in front of you.

she was an insanely attractive woman. lean, about 6 foot, muscular, just your type you might add. she was pushing herself off of the concrete side walk, brushing the gravel from her pants. you followed suit, standing up then apologizing profusely for running into her.

“oh my hell, i’m so sorry” you exclaimed “i was goin’ way too fast, i apologize”

she gave you a crooked smile, shaking her head.

“no you’re ok, it happens, i should’ve been paying attention”

“no, really ‘s my bad”

her face twisted ever so slightly as you talked “you’re not from around here are you?” she blurted “sorry, that’s completely irrelevant, i just noticed the accent”

you laughed, this wasn’t the first time someone was confused by the heaviness of your accent “it’s fine, i don’t mind. yea, no i’m from a small town in texas, i moved up here for college recently”

“oh really? that’s cool” she smiled, extending her hand to you “well, i’m caitlin by the way”

“i’m YN” you returned her handshake “ ‘s so nice to meet you, but i’m runnin’ late for class”

“wait” she stopped you before you ran past her “do you think i could grab your number, maybe i could take you out sometime?”

you were all smiles “i’d like that, i’d like that very much”

2. your first argument

you don’t even know how it started. all you knew is that some girl was getting flirty at the bar and, according to your girlfriend, you were letting her seduce you. this was obviously not true. you and caitlin hadn’t been dating that long, but it has going really well and she’s incredibly important to you. important enough that you wouldn’t just be flirting with other women at the bar.

nonetheless, you were being dragged out of the bar. caitlin was oozing jealousy as you headed back to your place for the night.

“she was all over you, YN” caitlin sneered, following you into your apartment and slamming the door.

“oh my god, she wasn’t!” you rolled your eyes “good lord, arguing with you ‘s like tryna piss up a god damn rope”

“what?”

“what do you mean what?” your accent was thick, rolling off your tongue.

“what the hell does ‘pissing up a rope’ mean?” she looked at you confused, dropping the girl from the bar entirely.

you looked at her equally confused “you don’t say that here?”

“uh no, i think that’s a you thing” she said “your texas slang is distracting me and it’s making it very hard to be mad at you right now”

you chuckled, kissing her cheek “ ‘s just my southern charm, baby”

3. when you sing in the car

caitlin hated country music for the most part. but when you came along, you made it your duty to get her to enjoy it at least a little bit. she had never been subjected to small farm country music and to you, that was a sin.

so you’d play it for her on occasion, if she let you. and surprisingly it was pretty often. she would never tell you, but she only put up with country music just to hear you sing it. she was completely mesmerized by the way your accent mixed with the tune of the songs.

one day you were in the car together, on the way home from a get together with friends. it was a warm summer evening, sun on the brink of setting causing the sky to glow shades of orange and pink. cait was driving, per usual, you being her honorary passenger princess. she rolled down all the windows for you (even the sunroof) just how you liked it. you loved feeling the hot summer breeze blow through your hair with the radio turned all the way up.

“you follow me, and lead me on..” you hummed lightly, ‘all your’n by tyler childers sounding through the car radio.

she snuck glances at you as she drove down the empty street, watching how you let your arms hang out with window and let the wind fan over your face.

“so ill love you till my lungs give out” you closed your eyes, lost in the moment “i ain’t lying’”

caitlin so desperately wanted to pull over and listen to you sing all night long. your voice was like a gift from the gods. the way your accent slurred with each word had her melting in the drivers seat.

“i’m all your’n” you looked over to caitlin, smiling “ ‘n you’re all mine”

she smiled back, reaching across the console and resting her hand on your thigh.

she let you play your music the rest of the way home, just wanting to listen to you sing for a little bit longer.

4. when you met her family

you had waited months to meet caitlin’s family. no really, families were your thing. growing up in texas, it was common to be in or surrounded by a big family. and you knew big families more than anyone else, having 9 siblings, you being the middle child. it was a setting you thrived it and you tended to get along with people pretty well.

caitlin was hesitant to introduce you, she was freshly out of the closet and had never brought a girl home before. but this thanksgiving, she thought it was the perfect time to introduce you.

“so, YN” caitlin’s mother asked from across the table. “i’m sure you’re not used to such a small family, caitlin told me you come from quite the family tree?”

caitlin’s hand found your knee under the table, squeezing it lightly for comfort.

“oh yea,” you chuckled “my mama had a whole litter with 9 ‘a us. it was always crazy around the house, with 5 brothers n 3 sisters. and my daddy wasn’t around to help out off’n, but that’s a whole ‘nutter can a worms”

the way her family reacted to your voice made caitlin laugh under her breath, watching how they slowly dissected your sentence trying to make out the words from beneath the accent. she thought it was cute, lucky to have such a unique and special girl.

even the way you interacted with her younger cousins had her fawning over you, you were just so sweet and gentle.

“hiya, sweetie” you smiled as caitlin’s baby cousin accidentally fell into you “took a bit of a spill there didn’t ‘cha?”

you were the perfect picture of a warm welcome, full of beauty and grace and kindness. caitlin knew, from this moment, you’d be in her life forever.

SPICE AHEAD

5. during sex

she’d be lying if she said that damned accent didn’t get her riled up. because truly, it had her wet the second you started talking.

when she would have you pressed up against the wall, one leg wrapped around her torso as she kissed down your collarbone and onto your cleavage. the way you would moan “oh darlin’” oh so sweetly in her ear had her going crazy.

the rare instances in which you would take the lead in bed, watching as you crawled atop of her, stripping her bare. how you would hook your fingers under her underwear, tugging them down her long and toned legs. she was already bucking her hips into nothing. then you’d fasten your arms under her thighs, pulling them apart to place delicate kisses along the insides of her legs.

you’d tease her a bit more before dropping your head low, hot breath fanning against her glistening cunt. she bit her lip, trying to suppress moans of pleasure, and you had hardly touched her yet. you took your time with her, tongue dragging deliciously against her, savoring the taste.

“well you’re just sweeter than cherry pie, aren’t ‘cha baby” you’d praise, having her arching under your touch. with that, she couldn’t hold her moans any longer, completely coming undone as you continued to treasure every inch of her body.

you were going to be the death of her. 

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A/N: alright guys i tried to make it a little spicier, so feedback is much appreciated cause i honestly feel like it sucked lol

#caitlin clark x reader #wcbb #caitlin clark #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb

[cowboyfromh3ll]

I saw u say i do hcs so i thought i should ask for some hcs 'cause ur one shots r great so ur hcs will obviously be too. Anyways, can we get hcs about Javier having a crush on a girl who's nice and reserved, a bit shy too. Like, what he'd do to impress her? How will he talk to her? It's more fluff but u can add some nsfw because ur style in writing is just *chef's kiss*

HC for Javier crushing on a shy and reserved fem!reader (smut)

warnings: smut, some humiliation

Javier is absolutely smitten

Many people think he's some smooth talking romantic, but we saw the way he was acting around those two women at the bar in Valentine

The way he acts around women he wants is quite frivolous 

At first he think your shyness means you don’t want to talk to him or straight up don’t want anyone's company, and he’s very discouraged by it

Sometimes he’ll see you walking past and say “Why don’t you talk to me more often?” to which you laugh awkwardly to

Cries himself to sleep that night

Will very hesitantly try and talk you or ask for your opinion on things to strike conversation

When you ask what’s up he would have realized he didn’t think his bluff through so makes something up

Ends up asking what you think of his outfit

To which you say you think it's lovely and call him stylish

The compliment makes his year

He trips over his words and becomes excited, grasping at anything to get your attention and keep it

His excitement can be described as juvenile, as he finds any excuse to try and be around you

Will learn how to sew simply so he can sit there with you while you do your chores 

And so Miss Grimshaw doesn’t yell at him for distracting you while working, he’s working too he would argue

Notices you come round the campfire when he’s playing or singing, so he starts doing it almost every night

Sometimes he’ll sing love songs for you indirectly, even if people are around and nobody knows it’s meant for you, Javier will mean it in his head

Will ask you for song requests personally 

He’s pretty awkward at first when it comes to crushes but once he advances in them he’ll get more confident

For a while he sorta just stood around you and asked you mundane little questions, followed you around like a lost puppy

Your shyness would keep you from giving more fleshed out answers, but your brief responses would not discourage him

But once the two of you started talking more he makes sure he’s the one you talk to the most

Definitely the type of guy who keeps your attention by making you laugh. Anytime you two are together it's all giggles from you and it's SO obvious to anyone around you guys that y’all are flirting

Definitely the jealous type as well

If he sees you talking to another guy his anger will probably cause him to be more bold with you

Eventually starts dedicating songs to you

Once he starts getting real bold he’ll say more flirty stuff

“Can I stay in your tent with you tonight? It’s a bit cold.” 

Once you start dating he INSISTS you don’t lift a finger and will do your chores for you

His previously learned sewing skill comes in real handy

NSFW

Think your shyness is so so cute and sexy

Despite his own initial nerves, he tries to be audacious for the both of you during sex

Will lead many of your sessions together

Always starts nice and slow and takes things at your pace

Unwraps you like a present but very carefully as though your skin is made of paper and he might actually tear you

His nerves shine through as he undresses you with shaky hands

Will constantly ask you questions and cup your face so you can speak to him while looking him in the eyes

His confidence increases the longer you are together and become comfortable with one another

This man can fuck rough, starkly contrasts your own shy personality

Has so much stamina, but will slow it down if you ask

Loves making you blush by talking dirty, will whisper absolute filth in your ear if it means just getting you to blush

Will nip at your earlobe while whispering to you, sees just how wet he can get you from his words alone

Praises you so much during sex “My perfect girl, you’re doing so good.” “Yes, just like that preciosa, you’re so good at this.”

Loves the way the praise makes you blush just as much as his dirty talk

Is so lewd when you two are going at it, always encourages you to be just as bold

Enjoys your quiet personality in front of others just to see how loud he can make you scream in private

Puts you in embarrassing positions just to see how flustered you get 

Sometimes he'll secretly grope you in public to see the way you squeak

Absolutely tease, gets so much enjoyment from watching the way you squirm because of how shy you are 

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead redemption community #van der linde gang x reader #writing #red dead fanfiction #javier escuella rdr2 #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella fluff #javier Escuella smut #javier Escuella smut hc #javier Escuella x reader smut #javier Escuella x reader fluff

[mimsynims]

Fool For Love

part 3

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part 1, part 2

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Author’s Note: First of all, thank you for the lovely comments! 🥰 Second, I’m writing this as I go, so while I’ll try to post every other day, it might come a point when I’m not done on time. Just so you know if it suddenly takes longer for the next part to be posted.

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, eventual happy ending

Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only… now you do. And you’re not handling it very well.

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It’s almost sundown when you and the others are back at the camp again. It’s been a good day, all in all. You were able to stock up on potions and scrolls, and Karlach sweet-talked her way into a good deal on a handaxe. Not that you were there to watch it happen — Halsin’s favour had you talking to both the new leader of the Druids, Francesca, and Rath, the latter engaging you in a longer conversation than originally planned. Not that you minded, Rath is a good conversationalist. And quite handsome.

Yes, you did notice, but you kept it polite, not at all in the mood for flirting. Not when your thoughts continuously drifted back to a certain vampire that declined tagging along at the last minute.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but your eyes roam Halsin’s tent when you search him out to relay the information you gathered today. It’s probably a coincidence that Astarion decided to remain, but you can’t help but look for signs of someone sharing Halsin’s bed.

If Halsin sees you snooping, he doesn’t confront you about it, and you feel silly when you leave him to find the others. Who he sleeps with is none of your business, and you tell yourself that this is enough. Either you get over yourself, or you let Astarion go.

Which is easier said than done.

“Hey Karlach, let me see that axe of yours.” The rest of your party is gathered around the fire, preparing tonight’s meal. “From what I hear, I should bring you every time I need to haggle down the price for something.”

“Look at this beauty!” Karlach happily shows you her new weapon. “I’m going to polish it tomorrow, really bring out the shine it deserves.”

“How come you weren’t there, Tav?” Astarion sounds nonchalant, like he couldn’t care less but decides to ask anyway.

“I believe Tav had more important things to do.” Trust Lae’zel to come to your rescue.

“Halsin wanted some updates from the Grove,” you add.

“Mhmm, but surely that’s not the only reason why you talked for so long with Rath, Tav?” Shadowheart teases. “It seemed like you two really hit it off.”

“Yeah, he’s cute, Tav. Go for it!”

You want to look at Astarion, but you force yourself to turn your attention to Karlach instead, making sure to sound as casual as possible. “He’s nice, but…” You already have someone. “Perhaps you should go for him, Karlach, if you find him cute?”

“Nah, I have my eyes on someone else.”

It’s adorable, the way she lights up, and you wish you could hug her. “Hmmm, might this be a blacksmith we all know?”

“Tav!”

“This is secret to none, Karlach,” Lae’zel says. “Even a blind fool couldn’t help but notice the way you swooned when he helped you in the Grove.”

“I didn’t swoon!”

“There was definitely some swooning happening,” Shadowheart chimes in. “We all saw it.”

“Aaaanyway…! This was about Tav, not me.”

Dammit. You should’ve left for your tent when you had the chance. “No, no, I think we should talk more about you and Dammon.”

“Come on, Tav.”

“Yes, Tav, tell us all about your conversation with Rath.”

For a moment you somehow forgot that Astarion is there, too. “There’s nothing to tell. He’s just nice and easy to talk to.”

“Hmm, you’re not very convincing, Tav.”

With a groan, you turn to the wizard. “Not you too, Gale.” For someone so hung up on his ex, he sure looks jealous over the fact that you might be interested in someone else. “I know you all probably only mean well, but if you don’t drop this right now…”

You expect either Astarion or Lae’zel to make some kind of comment, but none of your companions say a peep. There’s an awkward silence for a few tension-filled moments and you wonder if you sounded too harsh. They only want your best, after all.

Thankfully, Shadowheart steps in, clearing her throat. “I think our food is ready.”

Once you sit down to eat, you watch them all as they talk and laugh. It feels like usual again, and you’re reminded how lucky you are to have come across such amazing people in this extraordinary situation life put you in.

Your gaze rests a little bit longer on your lover. He’s always beautiful, but it’s entrancing the way the flickering flames seem to caress his cheekbones, the arch of his nose. His smile. He’s laughing at something Lae’zel just said, and going by the look on her face, it wasn’t meant to be funny.

It’s quite the motley crew you’re leading — and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You freeze when you suddenly find yourself locking eyes with Astarion. He isn’t supposed to catch you staring, and you quickly look away even though you know it’s too late. You wait a few minutes, and when you glance in his direction again, he’s talking to Gale.

Why must it be so difficult? Are you making it more difficult than it needs to be? You want to be with him and only him, so why not just ask it of him? If he says no, you’ll at least know instead of always wondering. And if he says yes, maybe he’ll grow to love you back.

Once again, you wish you had someone to talk to — and after today you think you can confide in Karlach — but it feels good to have come to a decision. Hopefully you can get him alone after dinner, because you would prefer to have it done before the stargazing Gale has planned.

You allow yourself to imagine the two of you lying next to each other in the grass, holding hands, smiling. Or his arm around you, holding you near.

You refuse to think about the other option, even though it’s the far more likely outcome.

For now, you’re going to pretend that everything’s going to be alright.

#bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #fic wip #bg3 spoilers

[heartstopperthoughts]

Any talented fanfiction writers in the Heartstopper fandom who want to write my Charlie Proposes First headcanon?

So, it takes place around the time that Charlie graduates uni (Nick graduated a year prior) and they’re moving into their first place together.

Tao has joined Charlie to help him do some moving-house shopping, and they pass by a jewelry store and Tao wants to stop to get Elle something for her birthday. Charlie sees a ring that it just so perfectly Nick. (At this point marriage is still kind of a far-off concept in Charlie’s mind. Like they’ve talked about getting married at some point but in a very abstract off-in-the-future kind of way.) He casually points out the ring to Tao who is like, “Haha, you guys have basically been married for years now, are you finally ready to tie the knot?” and Charlie kind of laughs it off, but then they go home, and Charlie cannot stop thinking about the ring. He doesn’t tell anyone, but he goes back to buy it and decides he’ll just save it for when he and Nick are both finally ready. But then just having the ring makes marriage feel more real, like he realizes he’s actually going to get married to Nick Nelson one day and he starts to kind of obsess over it and how he might propose. He wants it to be a grand gesture but he also wants to make it special and personal but not too cheesy and also not too public but not too boring either. In true Charlie Spring fashion, he gets himself all worked up over it, and to calm himself down, he starts to carry the ring around with him, just so he’s ready if the opportunity ever presents itself.

Anyways, flash forward a handful of months and Nick and Charlie are home for the holidays staying with Nick’s mom, and they’ve offered to do the Christmas dinner shopping. They’re walking through the store, just chatting, and Charlie can feel the ring in his pocket. He just stops and looks at Nick and all of the sudden realizes “I am so in love with this man, and I want to be married to him, like, yesterday.” And without even really thinking about it, Charlie blurts out “We should get married” and Nick thinks he means like someday eventually, so he just says “Yeah?” and turns around all smiley like nothing’s happening, and then he sees how nervous Charlie looks and he realizes Charlie is serious. Meanwhile alarms are going off in Charlie’s brain because he’s starting to realize like, “Oh shit, I think I’m proposing right now?!!!!” And he scrambles in his pocket for the ring and is like “Yeah!” and fumbles out this unplanned but incredibly heartfelt proposal. Nick is completely stunned and isn’t really saying anything, and Charlie’s brain starts to spiral like “Oh shit I’ve fucked it up! What am I doing proposing to him here?! Charlie Spring, you complete idiot! Of course you would pick the least romantic place in the entire world to ask the love of your life to marry you. As if he would say yes to you in a Tesco! You couldn’t have thought this through more?!” And then Nick starts to tear up and fishes around in his own pocket and pulls out… you guessed it, a ring! And they both start sobbing, and say yes to each other.

Turns out Nick had bought a ring back in the summer too and had wanted to propose but didn’t want to add stress to Charlie’s already full plate with graduation and starting a new job and moving into a new place, so he had decided to wait. He’d been trying to work up the nerve to take Charlie to the beach where they had their first date and propose there, but just wasn’t sure when it would be the right time, and he didn’t want to rush Charlie into anything if he wasn’t ready to be married just yet. And Charlie’s like, “Oh my God, I am so sorry I ruined your proposal! And I asked in a Tesco of all places. I’m an idiot!” And Nick hushes him and is like “You’re not. It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

And then they go to the beach anyways to celebrate their engagement.

#I know alice said she doesn’t know who proposes first #and most people seem to assume it would be Nick #but I’m here to say they are WRONG #It would 1000% be Charlie #in the most chaotic way possible #heartstopper #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper tv #heartstopper headcanons #nick and charlie #nick x charlie #narlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #osemanverse #alice oseman #kit connor #joe locke

[cyberels]

IT WILL COME BACK

PLEASE GOD LISTEN TO IT WILL COME BACK BY HOZIER IT MAKES THE FIC BETTER GOD BLESS

(my requests are on btw plsss send fic ideas pleaseee)

PART TWO HERE CUZ MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD IT my bad

summary: ellie hates one night stands, while you couldn’t care less. she barely manages to catch your name before you’re pulled away from her. she makes it her goal to find you again.

warnings: NSFW, MDNI!!!, drinking, language

(i am a whore for subby!ellie so that’s all i wrote in this fic, it’s all e!receiving)

wc: 2.4k

a/n: okay i so lied about the other fic it’s not done yet so take this one instead lol it’s my first time writing smut in years so… please be patient if it’s not good i will improve eventually 🙏 (i didn’t proofread this, sorry if it sucks LOL)

my masterlist

divider credit to benkeibear :)

The music's overwhelming, and you're certain your hearing's screwed, if it wasn’t already. The lights flash, illuminating the room and all the people in it. You'd been told this was just a small get together, so why are there so many people here? who goes all out for a fucking get together?

you stick to the corner of the room, sipping your drink occasionally while you pretend to scroll through your phone to look casual. originally, your plan was to stay home and study for finals, but you agreed to go because your friend had promised she'd be with you the whole time.

“come onnnnn, don’t be lame. just fuck someone and have a good time, you’ve been studying for like yearsssss.” your friend pleaded. somehow she was already drunk.

“i’m not really in the mood for a hookup—“

“liar, your ass was swiping through tinder not even 30 minutes ago.” she grins at you, “look, let’s just go to the party, yeah? have a good time and shit, get fucked up… maybe get fucked, you feel me?”

“you’re stupid and i hate you.”

“you love me.”

…unfortunately for you, your friend's plan to stick with you only lasted about 15 minutes before she saw her old fling and disappeared up the stairs with them, so you're on your own now. great.

screw it. might as well have some fun, too. you push yourself off the wall, discarding your empty cup on some random shelf, and immediately going to grab another drink to replace it. you look around, maybe a hookup wouldn’t be so bad?

you never believed in divine timing, but you lock eyes with a girl that’s sitting on the couch across from you right when you decide to find someone to fuck. you can’t bring yourself to look away; you’re too dumbfounded that there’s a girl here that’s literally the human embodiment of your type.

the girl smiles back at you, also not breaking eye contact. she beckoned for you to sit down on the couch next to her.

ellie was never the type for one night stands, if she was gonna fuck someone, she’d want them back for more later. but there was just something about the way your outfit hugged your body that made her not care at the moment.

ellies previous situationship had gotten a girlfriend without warning, so needless to say she was in the market for someone else to take her spot. when she saw you and the way you were looking at her like she was the only girl at this stupid party, she figured you were just as desperate for sex as she was right now.

you carry your shot of don julio back as you flop onto the seat across from the girl. you quickly take the shot, being unable to stop the cringe on your face as the alcohol burns your throat. real smooth, she’s definitely gonna wanna fuck you now—

“can’t handle your tequila?” she teased, leaning closer to you so she was able to be heard over the music.

“shut up, i can’t help that it tastes like fucking nail polish remover.”

ellie laughs at your response, and you swear you’ve never heard something so fucking cute before in your life. you try to play it cool, but the way she’s looking at you is making you practically drool. you tense as you unintentionally conjure up a mental image of her hands up your shirt, her lips on your skin, her fingers in your—

“at least it gets the job done.”

you blink a few times, her voice ripping you from your fantasy, “yeah, it does. ‘specially don julio, that shits like a hundred bucks a bottle.”

“and it’s worth every fucking penny, dude.”

you hadn’t expected to be fantasizing about some random girl fucking you, but… here you were. maybe it’s the tequila, or the few drinks you had beforehand, but you decided you absolutely needed this girl despite only speaking two goddamn sentences to her.

your eyes fall to the hallway, moving towards an empty bedroom door, and then back to the girl. you never were a fan of small talk, anyways.

ellie’s breath catches when she follows your gaze to the bedroom. she had been hoping for a distraction from the party, and she was just as eager for you as you were for her.

“wanna go talk in there?” you smiled, nodding towards the room. “it’s quieter.”

the girl grins back, not bothering to answer, just getting up and grabbing your hand, leading you into the bedroom.

usually you’d try to learn her name first, or at least learn more about her, but not tonight, not with her. you needed her as quickly as possible.

you barely let her lock the door before you push her roughly onto the bed, a mischievous smile spreading across your face as you move your body to straddle hers. “you sure you wanna do this?”

“yeah, i’m sure.”

“perfect. gonna be good and let me take control?”

ellie's eyes widened. she’s not normally the submissive type, but… tonight was a different game, and you were hot, so she simply nodded in response as you moved to press kisses into her neck.

you shake your head, pulling away from her for a moment, “nuh uh, not a good enough answer. use your words.”

“mmh— i’ll be good, i’ll let you take care of me.” ellie chokes out, heat pooling between her legs already, and all she wants is to grab your hand and shove it down her pants.

“perfect, good girl.” you coo, rolling your hips and dragging your crotch over hers, your jeans colliding with her sweatpants. your movements are slow and deliberate, you know exactly what you’re doing.

you brush your lips over hers, but you don’t kiss her, instead you move to the side of her face, leaving a trail of kisses across her jawline.

ellie whimpers, “teasin’ me.”

you laugh in response, “maybe i am, pretty girl. you’re gonna have to prove you deserve it before i give you more.”

the noises she made in response go directly to your clit, and if you weren’t having so much fun teasing the girl, you’d be touching yourself right about now.

the other girl grabbed the hem of your shirt, forcing your lips against hers. you moan into the kiss, tangling your hands in her hair and pulling slightly.

ellies so enamored that she doesn’t even realize your knee slipped between her thighs, and she instinctively pulls away as you press your knee further into her, “fuck, ah— s’good, baby.”

you grin, moving your knee up and down slowly, “you like that?”

“yeah, i fucking— shit, baby, fuck—“

you barely give ellie the opportunity to speak before you replace your knee with your hand.

you trail your kisses down to the hem of her pants, smiling up at her, “this alright?”

“fuck yeah it is.”

you giggle, continuing to move your hand slowly against the other girls clothed slit as you place more kisses onto her thigh.

after a moment, you pull back and tug on her pants, “need these off of you.”

you know you sound desperate, but you don’t care.

ellies cunt aches at the absence of your touch, so she quickly obliges, leaving just her boxers on, “take yours off too, babe, please. wanna see you.”

you want to deny her and play your game a little longer, but there's something about the way she’s looking at you, eyes watery and half-lidded, that makes it impossible to say no, “only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

soon enough, both of you were left in just your underwear and bra, and you thank god you wore a cute set tonight. the only regret you have is not bringing your strap, because god do you want to get this girl pregnant.

“so fucking hot.” you say, moving back so you could see her whole body. you move your hand to trace along her tattoo, and you smile at her, “you’re so fucking pretty.”

ellie whimpers again, and she moves your hand back to her throbbing clit, “more.”

“m’not done admiring you.” you say, “you can wait a little while longer.”

you lean closer to her again, pushing her bra back slightly and sucking on the skin, leaving small red marks across her chest.

at this point, ellie is certain she cannot wait any longer, her legs squeezing together to try and get some friction. “mmh, can’t wait baby, need you now. please— fuck, oh my god— please, baby.”

you push her legs back open, giggling, “you’re so cute when you’re needy. stop moving, m’gonna take care of you eventually.”

your move so your head is in between the other girls thighs, and you place gentle kisses on the girls legs, leaving more red marks every now and again.

“fuck, please touch me, you’re killing me— you can’t do this to me. fuck.”

you grin, you hand hovering over the girls crotch now, just barely touching her, “you’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? you don’t even know my name and you’re still begging me for more.”

ellie presses your hand down further into herself, she’s getting tired of waiting, “god, babe— please, i need it. please baby, i’m bein’ good, please.”

you bite your lip to stifle a moan, “so fucking hot when you beg.”

your hand moves to her clit, and you rub small circles into her. you’re moving painfully slow, but you can’t let her win just yet, you like hearing her whimper. “so wet already, pretty girl. you’re turning into my bitch, huh?”

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t wet too, and the sounds of ellies moans aren’t helping your case, but ellie doesn’t need to know that right now.

ellie goes to say something in response, but you don’t give her the chance, you speed up your movements, and she whines pathetically into the pillow she has pressed up against her face.

“not— not fair.” she whimpers, “fuck, faster— m’ gonna—“

“not yet.” you say, stopping what you were doing and tugging off her boxers. you’re certain you know the answer, but you ask again, “this alright?”

“mhm.” ellie replies, biting her lip, she can’t bring herself to say anything more. she wants this so bad.

you discard her boxers on the floor, and then bring your head in between her thighs again, “want you to cum in my mouth.”

ellie nods eagerly, and once again moves to press your face into her cunt. she forgets she’s in public for a second, unable to hold back her moans. she’s lucky the music's loud, because god she felt like she was going crazy with how good it felt.

you lick a stripe into her already sopping wet slit, and after a minute, you get to work. the second you stop teasing her, it only takes a few seconds for her to cum all over your face.

the noises she makes as she finishes make it hard for you to focus on anything else, your own clit begging for her touch, but before you do anything else, there’s a bang on the door.

you can’t hear exactly what the person outside is saying, but you’re able to hear one word, cops.

well, fuck, at least the other girl got to finish. you’d definitely be taking care of yourself once you got home.

“shit, i’m sorry.“ the girl starts, grabbing your clothes and throwing them towards you before putting hers on, “usually i wouldn’t just—“

“it’s fine.” you insist, “i’m just glad i got to make you feel good.”

ellie could die, right there on the spot. you look so fucking hot, and right now she was yearning to return the favor and make you feel good, too. “what’s your name?”

you smile and tell her, and then start to ask for hers, but you’re interrupted by the banging starting again. you grab her hand once you both are clothed, and run out of the house.

it didn’t take long before your friend spotted you, pulling you away from the girl and into the uber she called.

“dude, who the fuck would call the cops? it wasn’t that loud of a party— uh, dude, your shirts on backwards.”

“my wh—“ you look down, and sure enough, it is on backwards. that's…. embarrassing. “oh, well, um—“

“—no way! you— with who?! i thought you said you weren’t in the mood for that? you’re such a liar!”

“i don’t know her name.” you admit, brushing your hands through your hair, “wish i did. the cops got called before i could… y’know.”

you didn’t want to say anything further, deciding to spare the poor uber driver of knowing the details of your sex life.

“maybe you’ll find her again, it’s not that big of a town.”

“maybe. but it’s no big deal if i don’t. i don’t normally keep track of my hookups.”

“yeah, but usually you get to finish, too.” she counters.

“it’s whatever, i don’t mind.” you shrugged, and it was the truth. you had toys at home that would satisfy you enough, you’d just use them.

and that’s exactly what you did when you got home.

you turned on the shower and cleaned yourself up when you were done. usually your hookups don’t stick with you like this, but this girl was just so damn hot, and the way she begged— god. you figure you should probably think of something else, because you’re gonna make a mess of yourself again if you keep going like this.

when you hopped into bed, you still couldn’t get the image of her out of your head. this… wasn’t normal for you.

you even fucking dreamt of her that night, and you cursed at yourself once you woke up, because now you were aching for her touch once more.

stupid, you think, i’m so stupid. can’t get attached, don’t even know her name.

luckily enough for you, you don’t have to worry about that much longer. when you open your phone, there’s a dm waiting for you.

…how the fuck?

#max writes ☆ #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #the last of us #wlw smut #wlw #tlou #Spotify

[coridotmp3]

this song reminded me of you

aka the hangster playlist masterpost (and maybe some of the fics inspired by them)

i have an unhealthy love of character playlists so i wanted to make one semi-organized post to keep track of the hangster ones !! if you want me to add yours, send me an ask or a dm!! if i've posted yours without tagging you, let me know and i'll correct it! (i might make an icemav one too if y'all want)

hangman's direct hits -> glen powell is the biggest hangster shipper around so this counts and you'll never be able to tell me otherwise thank you

songs bradley would play to jake at the hard deck -> "b serenading j all over again" // @crooked-jes

b&j -> also by my love @crooked-jes :)

"hangman you look...good" -> "i'm feeling very normal about these two fighter pilots"

IWTBY -> the accompanying playlist for everyone's favorite hangster nfl fake dating au "i want to brainwash you into loving me forever" // @hangmanbradshaw

uh oh! you fell from your perch! -> do you wanna cry? yes? okay cool listen to this playlist while reading "as he falls from his perch" - you're welcome // @urmomsonfire

ok bagman -> another accompanying playlist !! this time for "the whole time, under the lights" by our favorite @/urmomsonfire

do friends fall in love? -> a fic for what will EVENTUALLY be a hangster when harry met sally au - i just have to finish writing it first :) // @/coridotmp3

hangman. you look...good -> "i am good, rooster. i'm very good || rivals to friends to lovers, found family, and an asshole that cares about his friends more than he let's on" // @miraculousmultifan

hangster ✈ -> "just some bradley rooster bradshaw and jake hangman seresin vibes" (this one is over 15 hours long <3)

summer hangster (top gun maverick) -> "you look good" // @hangsterwheel

all about that slow ride -> "hangman thinking about rooster" also by @/hangsterwheel <3

hangster (lovers to exes back to lovers) -> "actually its: lovers to eves to rivals to friends to lovers" // @keenmarvellover

fucking sereshaw i guess -> "this is going to destroy me i can just tell"

yang on yin -> "bradley about jake" // @/hangsterwheel

yin on yang -> "jake about bradley" // @/hangsterwheel

"let me go. and i'll let you" -> "the exes to fwb to lovers one" // @/coridotmp3

==

i'll keep adding more as i find them, but i figured this was a good start !!

#hangster #sereshaw #jake 'hangman' seresin #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #playlists #character playlists #cori.mp3 #bradley x jake

[corazondebeskar-reads]

was it worth it?

jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

originally for Febuwhump 2024 Day 6 - "you lied to me" | Febuwhump masterlist

words: 619

summary: You confront Joel after learning the truth about what happened at the hospital.

warnings: angst, established relationship, heartbreak, betrayal, hurt no comfort

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Joel has the nerve to look sheepish when you storm into the house, door smacking against the drywall. You fumble when you try to grab for the edge of it, eventually grasping and slamming it closed.

“You lied to me,” you said, low and dangerous, heart thrumming with all you’ve been told. You clasp at your chest for a moment, sure that your hand will come back red. 

You let the accusation hang, daring him to grab it and throw it aside. 

But he doesn’t. He can’t. He knows he’s been flayed and left open to burn. 

“I lied to everybody,” he says after minutes have crept by. 

“You lied to me,” you snarl. The corner of your lip jerks, an involuntary sneer. You’d trained yourself to do it in the dingy mirror of your first Boston apartment, holding the other side down until you looked as nasty and tough as the rest of them. 

It worked. It was just a twitch now, unstoppable, popping up when you needed it, whether or not you wanted it. 

Oh, but you do right now. You want it. You want him to see the way you’re rethinking this whole fucking situation.

“I had to,” he says. 

“Oh, fuck off. I trusted you.” 

“I never asked ya to,” he snaps. There he goes. There’s the Joel you know and thought you loved. 

The fight slips from your fists, unfurling and folding over your chest instead. “You’re right. You didn’t.” 

He doesn’t stop you when you go upstairs, but oh, does he wish he had when you come back down a few minutes later. His brain almost doesn’t put it together; the sight of your backpack straps so incongruous with your life here in Jackson.

“What—” he starts, but you don’t let him finish.

“Don’t. I’ll come back by in a few days. And you can think about if it was fuckin’ worth it, Joel.” 

“Worth it to save her life?”

“For fucks sake, Joel, I’m not mad you did it! Jesus, is that what you think of me?” 

You had been trying to keep quiet before, but that’s dead and buried. He raises his voice to match.

“How the hell am I supposed to know what you’re thinkin’?”

“You’re supposed to talk to me, Joel! You’re supposed to tell me shit. You tell me when there’s chili at the hall, you tell me when Tommy has a stomachache, but you can’t fuckin’ tell me how close it came? Can’t tell me what you had to do to save that girl? To bring her home?” 

It’s too late. He’s shut down; you can see it. “I ain’t sorry. About any of it,” he says, and it’s clear and crisp, but you feel like it filters in from across town, something too distant to be sure what you heard. 

But you know. 

“Figure out if it was worth it to lose both of us,” you snarl before you can stop. And it does exactly what you meant it to. It whips across his face like a snowball packed with ice. 

His own sneer twitches to meet yours. You think you might burst if you stay there too long, held perfectly still between him and the door. Might spill more words you don’t want to watch him hear, might throw and shatter the vase on the foyer table, might break down into tears. 

Part of you wants to break, to give in, to try to pull the confession from him and pray he didn’t mean it. That he wants you to trust him. That he is sorry.

But you leave, and when you hear the door slam after you’re down the road, you don’t turn back. 

(p.s., this is a standalone but I did see this as joel & reader from "you know you never stood a chance" and did actually go back and write the rest of this, might fuck around and add it to the "lulu" deleted scene ok thx love u bye)

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #the last of us fic #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday6 #fic: joel drabble #fic: you know you never stood a chance

[olderthannetfic]

Hi OTNF!! Sometimes I like to read this fandom problem blog that receives submissions from people all over Tumblr, recently this was posted and I wanted to know what you thought of it: The tag types of "Tags update as story is written" or "additional tags to be added" or "Rating may change." Fuck those. I don't care if you add some extra benign tags as the story goes along, and you realise you wanna add more content that's just there, or you realise your fic maybe went a bit harder than you expected. Some stories get their own life. But at the same time, if you knew you'd want to add certain content, or that the rating was gonna go way up from what you tagged in the beginning, why did you not tag it from the start? Especially when the tagged content becomes a big part of the story, or influences the story strongly. And then you find out that the Author already had been planning adding this type of content for a long time, they just FOR SOME STUPID-ASS REASON didn't wanna add the tag until it actually happens. You're supposed to tag so the people can make an informed decision if they wanna commit to your fic, so for the love of the tagging-system, actually TAG ALL YOUR SHIT FROM THE START. Same shit for changing ratings. I hate it when someone plans from the start to make the story explicit, but doesn't change the rating until they've reached the NSFW sections. There's a reason there's a tagging system. So do you just not understand how that works? Or are you just being kind of as ass on purpose? This does not help when avoiding stories with specific content you try to exclude from your results. It's even dumber if the reason is to "avoid spoiling the fic readers", because anyone coming later to the fic is going to be "spoiled" by the tags regardless. And if you know you wanna add porn, or gore, then rate the story appropriately. Rather categorise it too high, than fuck around with people who don't wanna read explicit content. As a writer who uses the Archive, I want to put my 2 cents in. When I'm writing a fic, a long fic for example, I want to tag the stuff that actually DOES appear at that time so that I'm not clogging other tags/people don't think I'm spamming to inflate my readership (And I DEFINITELY do not want something I worked hard on to get reported for spam). I do get the frustration at reading a fic and then something changes like the rating, but as a writer, sometimes things go off script and one thing that's rated T or M might eventually become E just based off the writing juices doing it's thing(tm). To me, the "Additional tags to be added" is kind of like CNTW, it's something the reader has to make a decision if they want to risk getting invested/read that particular fic. It feels very much like a "damned if you do/damned if you don't" situation. What are some of your thoughts on something like this?

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Writers are always going to vary in their favorite approach, and readers who act like there's one right answer are idiots.

For me personally, even if I'm posting as I write, I do have a solid idea of where the fic is going, and I strongly prefer—both as a reader and writer—to have all of the tags in place at the beginning.

I also don't like over-tagging for warnings and only want to see/use tags for the basic main content of the fic, which does make it easier to know ahead of time than if I tagged every tiny thing.

I think spoilers are a dumb reason not to tag things.

So I agree with the complainer's tastes...

...but at the same time, they're acting like these ought to be rules, and AO3 is designed to accommodate a lot of different people with different styles, so I think their attitude leaves something to be desired.

[blush-blush-imagines]

Reference from Brooklyn 99, how would some of the boys react if we just said "If I run and leap at (Name), he will most certainly catch me in his arms" and then proceeded to run full force at them while they're carrying stuff. (You can just ignore this if you don't understand this or don't want to do this.)

I was given 'some' and immediately ignored my own rules and did 'all', that's fun.

Still, finally cracking down and writing all *checks notes* 2 requests I've gotten.

(Please feel free to send in requests, I'd love to have more to work with)

Nimh

Oh it is such a rough thing for poor Nimh.

Problem A), the call alone is a little jump scare to him, and now his heart is freaking out

Problem B), he’s now faced with the dilemma of either dropping everything, or letting you eat shit on the pavement. He’d like neither to happen, but he’s not dumb enough to think he could do both

He eventually commits to catching you, but that just leads to

Problem C), he is not very strong and he can barely hold you

Give him the courtesy of keeping a foot on the ground to balance out your weight, yeah?

Volks

You joke about it sometimes before you ever commit to the bit

And every single time you do he insists to you that he will make zero effort to catch you

But you know Volks very well at this point.

And you know, among other things, that he is a dirty fucking liar

So you can only imagine your personal childlike glee when you finally do it and he does, in fact, catch you without hesitation 

He insists it’s because if you fell and like, broke your elbow or something, that’d be terrible. Medical bills and all that.

For his sake, you’re ignoring that his face is growing redder by the second. 

Kelby

No hesitation 100% of the time

First of all, holding you is extremely easy for him, but also he just finds carrying you to be romantic as hell

Oh he’ll cringe if he happens to be dropping something heavy, like a weight, but he still goes for you, that’s his priority

Still, he likes looking for opportunities to show off, and carrying you around like it’s nothing is prime show off material.

He might even get in a couple squats. He knows they go appreciated.

Eli

It’s a coin flip with Eli

Though if there’s a chance you’d genuinely injure yourself he’ll probably catch you

But it’s fair game to just let you crash if it’s carpet or grass. Because he thinks it’s just a little funny. 

He also occasionally makes you pay the ‘catch tax’ 

It’s 5 dollars to at least partially make up for the drink that just died on the ground for your goofs.

Anon

Really, shame on you, you should know better.

He makes no attempt to catch you

In fact, he finds the way you end up crashing into the wall kinda funny. 

Like watching a cat really fuck up a jump.

Beyond the fact that he’s kind of a stickler with his physical contact to begin with, a lot of the things he carries around are very easily breakable

So yes it’s rude, but frankly he’s not about to shell out 1000 dollars for a new laptop because you thought you could make a goofy point- because you couldn’t.

Garret 

Garret doesn’t even miss a beat

He’s got you held up in one arm and whatever it was he was holding cradled in the other

While he thinks that it was certainly an odd thing to do, it was pretty cute.

Not hard to do. He thinks most things you do are cute.

Gives you a little kiss and gently sets you back down

Don’t get overconfident though. If he’s holding an animal, the animal gets priority. They’re more fragile.

He still feels really bad about it though. You think he might cry

Dmitri 

Dmitri also goes for the catch every time

It adds to his suave and romantic charm, obviously.

However, as the type to prioritize romance over basic logic on occasion, he’s also prone to forgetting that he’s often holding his drink of choice

No it’s fine that his foot just got doused in hot coffee, no he’s not getting a third degree burn

Appreciate the romance, he’ll go see someone about it later

Ichiban

Like Anon, Ichiban hesitates, because if he’s holding something, it’s likely expensive. 

However, unlike Anon, he makes the fatal mistake of still trying to catch you

And it worked maybe once. He’s still riding that high though.

He can handle it!

…But also this case of shenanigans that he has never told you to stop doing has cost more in equipment that either of you are ready to admit out loud.

You may or may not have pitched in to replace several cameras, controllers, and lavaliers 

William

He tries very very hard to get you to stop charging him before contact is made

It’s a flurry of paperwork, because he does catch you

Says it’s the least he could do as the doting boyfriend he is

Though he does awkwardly dismiss himself from in after a moment. 

While carrying you around is quite romantic, he won’t disagree with that, but also those papers were kind of important and he should get those together ASAP. 

People have pets in need, and they can’t get it without the information getting where it needs to be.

He promises to give you a good cuddle once it’s all sorted, however.

Myx 

There’s a very direct correlation between what exactly he’s holding and how okay he is with dropping it to scoop you

Electronics? Hard no, those are pricey to replace

Instruments are also frequent victims, and it depends on its fragility.

He tried to catch you with his leg once, except all he actually did was end up kicking you in the gut on the way down

He apologized about it for fifteen minutes straight. 

But if it’s something sturdy, he has no problem with chucking it straight down and scooping you up into a whole ass cuddle. 

Stirling

Oh please don’t do that outside 

He’s fine with it inside and at night. It’s very attractive, even. Smooth and charming as he sweeps you off your feet before you can even make the jump.

But in the middle of the day it’s very bad for both of you

He can’t hold his parasol and you at the same time, it’s not happening 

So get ready to either hit the deck or get caught on fire with him, depending on how much time he gets to think about it

Scale

He screams at first

There’s a loud clatter of knives, but he’s got you!

Scale insists very hard that he did not shriek like a little baby at you almost impaling yourself on his knives

Instead he scolds you over it

I mean come on, you spent an entire afternoon to keep his assassination deadline on you years away

What’s the good in wasting that, he could’ve done better things with his afternoon if you were gonna die a couple months later anyway

Sven

Puts no thought into whatever he’s holding, he just tries to hold you on top of it

It’s very uncomfortable every time, why do you keep doing that

It also doesn’t register to him that it’s his need to multitask it that results in you injuring yourself

He starts doing it to you to prove a point, and thinks he’s doing it better because he doesn’t get hurt

He has not realized it’s because you actually drop everything to catch him

But it’s still fun, and you kinda don’t want to ruin it for him.

Cole 

He doesn’t even flinch

It’s like he anticipated you’d do this exact thing

And unlike some of the other boys he doesn’t even think when he drops whatever he’s holding. 

Unless it’s something on the more… incriminating side. At that point he dodges you, dodges any questions, and quickly dismisses himself from the conversation entirely.

Sure it’s entirely possible there’s a shattered plate of hot food at his feet now, but that doesn’t matter because you’re here, being contently held in his arms

He uses it as an excuse to keep holding you

Poe

It what fucking world do you think he could hold you?

He drops his coffee and his school papers

Luckily they don’t damage each other, but w o w that was a close call

But beyond losing his morning caffeine and having to gather his work back up, you’ve hurt his wrists and also your entire body

No one has won here.

He also just. Literally can’t hold you. He’s a tiny frail goth boy, he crumbles if he’s holding anything heavier than 20 pounds. 

Once you’re back on your feet, he asks if you could at the very least help him gather up his papers. They’re worth like 20% of his grade. 

Cashew

Already a bit on the twitchy side, when he notices you speeding like a bullet train, he squeaks.

What exactly do you think you’re doing??? He’s been relocating his books all afternoon, you can see that he’s holding like, 8.

But, visibly cringing, they hit the floor, because he knows that he can’t hold them and you at the same time

One of them falls wide open, pages down. He tries not to think of the potential folded pages and boxed corners. 

Especially because of how pleased you look!

…But the second he can set you down he’s on the ground checking for damages.

Seth

Seth is the absolute king of the ‘casually carrying around hazardous objects’ club

But unlike everyone else in said club, he has no qualms about chucking whatever it is on the ground and scooping you up. 

This has resulted almost unanimously in making more hazards and chaos, but he hasn’t fussed about it once

He gets to give you a lil snuggle and it has the potential to cause crime. It’s a win-win for him!

You are an accessory to arson now though, so watch out, yeah?

Logan

Man goes into bullet time

It’s just a race to him to see if he can free an arm before you inevitably ‘plink’ off him and crash into the floor

Like. He does it, no real problems

But he immediately sets you down and scolds you for it

Because that was dangerous! What if he got hurt? What if you got hurt? What if he was holding something breakable, or bringing his fire axe somewhere?

All of those sound awful! 

Still, he ruffles your hair and plants a little kiss on the top of your head. He isn’t mad, he just wants to make sure you’re being safe.

#blush blush #blush blush game #blush blush kelby #blush blush eli #blush blush nimh #blush blush volks #blush blush garret #blush blush dmitri #blush blush william #blush blush ichiban #blush blush myx #blush blush scale #blush blush stirling #blush blush sven #blush blush seth #blush blush cole #blush blush cashew #blush blush logan #blush blush poe #Mod Sirina #man blush does not look like a word anymore

[tillthelandslide]

Same For You (10): Dylan

Series Masterlist

(9) Our Secret

Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...

Chapter warnings: smut, mentions of drugs, overdose and bipolar disorder. MINORS DNI. heads up its quite long...

a/n: AHHHHH, this might be one of my favourite chapters so far, i really hope you enjoy this one :) its a bit of a rollercoaster so bare with it... Love you all for your endless love and support, you really do not know how much this all means to me, i was at a point where i felt like giving up on writing but you guys give me a reason to carry on so thank you <3, special thank you goes to out to those on my taglist, you guys are always the first to love and support me in everything i do so thank you.

An extra special thank you goes out to my love @procrastinatinglikeapro for your unwavering support and help and for helping me push the boundaries of my own self consciousness, for letting me voice my ideas and helping me run with them - love you all, Lou ❤️

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The food simmers in the pan, sizzling and frying slowly. She loosely holds the spatula, lazily moving the food around so it cooks evenly. Her kitchen smells like breakfast and freshly ground coffee. She's clad in a shirt that isn't hers, it's buttoned up but barely, leaving large expanses of her thighs and chest revealed. She hears sock covered feet move across the tiles behind her but she doesn't turn. Soon he's behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and pulling her against him. His face tucks into her neck, curls tickling her neck as he breathes her in before his lips are there. Pressing against the skin with lips, teeth and tongue. She sighs, a heavenly sigh, and her eyes flutter shut.

He hums behind her, a deep resonating sound, his voice not quite sounding like the usual Matty. It's deep, too deep and it has her thighs clenching. It doesn't go unnoticed by the man, he chuckles and murmurs a "later" into her ear before taking it in-between his mouth. Later couldn't wait, not when it was them, they both knew that, the word was muttered without reason, the curly haired man knew that. Knew that 'later' didn't mean later, later meant as soon as she'd let him. She's moaning then, unknowingly pressing back against him causing him to grunt.

"Smells delicious love" she hears him say, but she doesn't listen, her hand finds the nob, turning off the heat completely but not turning around just yet. She pushes back as he pushes forward, his hand slips beneath the fabric of her (Ross' shirt), finding her waist and claiming it as his own.

"Look at you two" they hear behind them, they turn in tandem, the larger man sitting at her kitchen table, eyes blown out, hair loose from its usual confines of a bun.

"It's" his eyes flick to his watch "9 in the morning and you're already wanting to fuck" his words have her nodding and stepping forward but Matty stops her with the hand that's on her waist.

Ross flicks his head towards himself and not a second later Matty is turning her body to his, pulling her up and around his waist and carrying her to the kitchen island. Her bottom finds the cold marble and she gasps. Ross is standing now, moving around the island until he's towering over her, Matty in between her thighs, pushing forward until his core meets hers. She gasps, an ethereal sound that has both the men's eyes dilating.

"Such pretty noises" Ross' hand finds her chin, turning her towards him, thumb slowly making it's way in-between her lips. She sucks the pad and he grunts, Matty thrusts forward, clothed core grinding against hers and she loses it. Her head lulls backwards, and Ross takes the opportunity to press his lips to her neck, finding the place Matty had kissed earlier and sucking it, biting it until a purple mark formed.

"Ross" she moans, despite it being Matty grinding into her, rubbing against her clit so perfectly she starts to see stars. Her hand finds Ross' neck, manoeuvring him until he's out of her neck and looking down at her again.

"Kiss me" he doesn't need to be told twice, his lips meet hers eagerly, urgently moving against each other, his tugging against her bottom lip until she moans into his mouth, he shuts her up with his tongue, finding hers like they were magnets. Matty continues to rut against her and when she moans a high pitched moan Ross' hand finds his friends shoulder, pushing against it until they're separate. She moans in protest and he removes his mouth from hers when she does, tutting her, hand finding her chin.

"Tell me how good it felt" he says, swiping his tongue along her bottom lip "tell me how good he made you feel" it's mean, he knows that, but he doesn't care, not when she sits there, legs moving further apart as if preparing to accommodate his larger frame instead of Matty's. Not when she sits there, mouth practically hanging open, glistening with their joint saliva, eyes blown wide and dark too, like two bottomless pits. If either men were to look any longer, they knew they'd cave.

"Come on love, be a good girl and answer him" its Matty speaking now and her eyes fall to his. She had almost forgot about him, almost. Her eyes fall to his crotch, where he's painfully strained against his boxers, precum and maybe some of her wetness coating the fabric.

"jesus" she murmurs, his fingertips caress her cheek, a complete contradiction to the vice like grip Ross has on her chin.

"So good... you made me feel so good Matty"

"good girl" Ross. He turns her, pinning his lips to hers once more, in a brief kiss, but its a firm one.

"Matty move" Ross commands and the smaller man does, moving to the side of her and letting Ross take his place. She almost cums as he drops to his knees, the sight a new found favourite of hers. His eyes glisten when he looks up at her. She leans forward, hand sliding down to grasp his chin now. She's unwavering in her avid stare, even when she feels curls caress her skin, lips finding the spot on her neck next to Ross' mark. Matty sucks, drawing blood to the surface, attempting to out-do his friend, she moans but she doesn't flinch.

"You're so pretty on your knees for me" she says, Ross almost growls, for a moment she thinks she's offended him, perhaps the world "pretty" was too feminine for him, Matty had always described Ross as the "most inherently masculine" so maybe he doesn't like the way it almost degrades him.

But then his large hands are finding the edges of her underwear, tearing them down her legs until they pool at her ankles. He gives her no time to prepare, simply diving in and devouring her. Matty moves from her neck, wanting to watch the scene unfolding before him. Her neck feels sore from his attack, but she knows the marks will be there for weeks, reminding her of him. Ross' tongue presses against her folds, but with the way his face is buried between her thighs, his nose presses against her clit, his beard grazing flesh every time he moved. It was insane, she had never known pleasure like this before him, before them.

"Taste like honey" the noise he makes has her gasping, something akin to a starved man eating his favourite meal for the first time in months. His tongue moves languidly, lapping up all her juices. His tongue moves, pressing against her tight hole, it slips in, curving upwards until the tip rubs against her g-spot. He moans, a long drawn out noise that has her eyes flying down to him before looking at Matty, as if to make sure this was real. Her eyes don't leave the curly haired man now, reminded that he was here, and aching and god did she need him too.

"She's right Ross... you do look pretty on your knees" Matty says, his eyes only leave the man when she moans his name. Ross pulls away from her for a split second, not that she sees, but Matty sees the way he smirks, clearly liking the way they had both called him "pretty". Ross' eyes hover between them then, waiting to see what happened next. Would she pull him towards her? Kiss him like he was kissing in-between her thighs? Would he be able to draw the same pretty noises from her that he did?

One particular stroke of Ross' tongue has her eyes moving back to him, he smirks proudly at her. So he could draw her attention away from Matty... if he wanted. His beard is coated in her, the image one she knew she'd file away for future use, when she was without him and without them.

"Fuck you're good at this" she says, head thrown back, hands slamming down against the counter as her back arches. Both men look at each other then, Matty mouthing a "fucking hell" to Ross who nods. She looked so good like that, back arched and core pressed firmly into Ross' face.

"Do something Matthew" Ross says into her cunt, the vibrations causing her to shake under him, slipping from him momentarily, his hands stretch up to find her hips, pinning one down.

Matty's hands find the shirt she's wearing, tugging against it, the buttons flying across the room.

"You owe me a new shirt" Ross says to Matty, who simply chuckles as his mouth finds her pebbled nipple. She moans but its not enough. Matty pulls back, eyes snapping to Ross', he thinks for a moment, and as if Ross knows what he's thinking, he nods, moving to the left to make room for his friend. Her eyes fly open and down at them, one beautiful man on his knees for her was heaven, but two? It sent her mind into a frenzy.

Matty's fingers quickly join Ross' tongue, starting at her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles against the sensitive bud. Her hands fly to Ross' hair, tugging the strands, it has him moaning into her and it's almost too much, almost.

"Matty... I need more" he listens, fingers moving south, two slender fingers push in, immediately curving upwards and finding that spot. He sets an agonising pace, thrusting in all the way to his knuckle before pulling out to the hilt, pushing back in and then curving. It quickly has her seeing stars. She can't decide who's name to moan and soon the noises are incoherent, simple mumbles of "fuck" and "oh god" and "right there". Its like they're competing, a stroke of Ross' tongue accompanied by a harsh thrust of Matty's fingers, each one trying to draw better noises from her, trying to bring her more intense pleasure.

Ross' tongue flattens, covering the expanse of her cunt, the tip resting against her hole, stuffed to the brim with Matty's fingers. His eyes find hers through his eyelashes, orbs the darkest she's ever seen them, and he smirks before shaking his head. Tongue covering the whole of her sopping cunt, saliva rests against his lips and her juices coat his tongue. He hums again, that sound of enjoyment that has her screaming out.

"Fuck" she screams.

"Fuck Ross" she moans, he closes his mouth around her clit, sucking and pushing against the nerves, making wave after wave of euphoria and white hot pleasure coarse through her veins. Matty's fingers curve again and she nearly loses it, core convulsing against around his fingers. His eyes find Ross' who simply nods.

"Cum for us love" Ross demands, his eyes find hers and he knows she's close, but not quite. His hand wraps around Matty's wrist, Matty lets him, allows him to set a better pace, a faster and harsher one that has her spasming. She's unsure whether its because they were finally working together but she comes undone. Knowing there would never be anything hotter than that.

"Ross fuck... oh Matty" she moans. Her back arches, thighs closing around Ross' head as he sucks at her clit, Matty holds his fingers deep inside her, caressing that spot over and over until she's shaking. A mind numbing, body shaking, earth shattering orgasm completely destroying her.

"Good girl" Matty. "Our good girl" Ross. They both pull away, Matty's fingers slipping from her with a wince. Both men look at each other, Matty's fingertips find his chin, thumb running along Ross' lips, collecting her juices. Ross takes the curly haired mans thumb into his mouth before he can taste it for himself. Matty growls, forcing his lips to the man to get a taste of her. She watches with wide eyes, as their tongues meet and both men moan. They push against each other, trying to determine who's in control, one of Matty's hands hooks around the back of Ross' head, landing on the nape of his neck, before hovering upwards, pushing into his hair, the other lands under his chin in a fist, one finger drifting upwards, smoothing over his cheek just like Ross did with her.

She tosses and turns, her body hot and slick with sweat. Her eyes snap open, palms pushing against her bed, she sits upright, eyes flicking around the room. One hand pushes her hair away from her face, held against her forehead.

"what the actual fuck"

She somehow had to endure a whole day in the studio, with the both of them.

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Being in the studio with the two men is torture that day, it doesn't help that when she gets there she is fully expecting to be greeted by a grounding hug from George, one in which removes the plagued thoughts of her brain. But, when she arrived she was greeted by none other by the bassist and lead singer, actively avoiding their gazes. When they informed her that George was feeling a little under the weather and wouldn't be making it to today's session she tried to come up with an appropriate excuse as to why she needed to leave, but ultimately couldn't.

She had to endure it for the sake of the music. That's what she reminded herself.

She was thankful when her own bandmates showed up, it gave her someone else to talk to, other people to distract her from looking at them and thinking about her dream.

There's only so much she can do to avoid either of them though. For example, she had just been called over by Clara, who wanted to run a bassline her and Ross had come up by her.

They were working on a song her and Abbie had written together. They had wanted it to be a song that resonates, full deep baselines and hardy guitars and loud drum beats.

Ross begins showing her the bassline he had come up with, but she was too focused on his mouth. That same mouth that did devilish things to her in her dream. She shakes her head when she hears him hum.

"Like it?" he asks and she nods, eyes flicking to Clara who raises her eyebrows, expecting a verbal answer. Her words come out shaky as she says "yeah its good" they both notice the clear wobble.

"You okay love?" Ross asks, standing, towering over her, it makes her dizzy, so she stumbles. He catches her with a hand on her waist.

"Steady love" he says, followed by a deep chuckle. He hasn't been this close (in real life anyway) since they shared the kiss. His dark eyes find hers and it makes her smile, for a second she forgets about the dream, she forgets about everyone else in the room, including her friend who is standing near them worried she's not well. She's solely focused on Ross and the way his lips have curved up at the edges, clear lines and indents on his cheeks showing.

"Maybe you've caught what George has" she hears from behind them, drawing her attention away from Ross (finally). She stands up straighter then, steadier.

"No... I'm fine" she says and Ross lets her go. She's pulled in another direction then, nearly giving her whiplash. An excited Matty pulls her towards the screen showing the tracks, he gestures Ross over too. She sits on a chair next to Matty, feeling Ross' hands resting against the back of her chair, grazing her hair. She swears he does it on purpose, slipping his hands forward until some strands get caught.

Matty begins playing the track, showing the pair a guitar riff he had worked on, in part of it he messes up and it makes the man behind her laugh, pushing his friend slightly.

"Thought this was your job mate" he jokes, Matty nudges him back, explaining that it was a rough draft and that Abbie would of course re-do it. She cant help but look between them, a huge smile on her face as she watches them interact. One of Ross' hands is resting behind her, whilst the other is resting on Matty's shoulder, it's sweet, she likes that he has them both in his grasp. She thinks its the first time in the whole time they've known them, that they've actually acted like mates.

"Sounds good mate, works well with the bassline we came up with" Ross says and the two guys share a smile, Matty nods happily.

"What do you think Y/n/n?" he asks and she smiles. She thinks back to her dream, just for a second, the way they ripped into each other so easily reminded her of their competitive side in her dream, but ultimately it was obvious, both in her dream and in real life, Ross and Matty would do anything for her, and if that meant if they had to work together, they'd do it happily.

"Love it" she confirms with a smile.

She pushes her dream into the back of her mind, willing away any thoughts about it, saving it for the times when she was alone. It makes the next 10 days of working in the studio with them a lot easier (the only thing that was hard was hiding her burning desire for Ross).

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He was in her house, like actually in her house, in her bedroom nonetheless. She had snuck him in through the back, promising to show him the home studio another time. She didn't want people knowing anything, especially not her band, she knew they'd be less than happy about the whole ordeal.

Although nothing had happened since they shared the kiss back at her show. Despite both of them wanting to, the circumstances hadn't allowed for it. It had been a painful week and a half of many studio sessions where longing touches and yearning looks were shared. They had spent nearly every day with each other, 10 more days of knowing each other, and wanting each other even more. She told the guys she had signed to the label officially now and Jamie had thrown her band into as many studio sessions as they could fit. It didn't leave much time for anything else, even the late night calls from Matty had depleted a little. She wasn't too sad about it though, because she spent practically every waking hour with the boys for the last 10 days, even Adam had visited the studio a few times.

But now he was here, looking around her room, smiling at how 'her' it was. She had polaroid's hung across the ceiling attached to fairy lights. He spotted the light blue guitar she had mentioned previously, sitting in the corner of the room. He spotted a vinyl box which sat with the lid pulled up and he couldn't stop himself from flicking through the large stack, noticing how she had every single one of their vinyl's, sitting right at the front.

He heard her door opening quietly and he turns to her, watching as she places a bottle of wine and two glasses down. He hadn't taken in her appearance when he first arrived, but he's almost stunned by how beautiful she looks. Her hair is up in a ponytail, revealing her neck which adorns a simple gold necklace with her initial attached, she's not wearing makeup and Ross notices the freckles that coat her cheeks. He feels honoured to see her like this, wondering how many people were lucky to have seen her like this before him.

"Okay so... Clara might know you're here..." She says and his mouth opens.

"Managed to convince her that we're just friends" She says and Ross nods, smiling at how she had to convince her that they were just friends, because that meant they definitely weren't 'just friends'.

"Sorry... She caught me bringing up two glasses and I couldn't make an excuse up fast enough" she says and he steps towards her, hands finding her hips.

"It's okay" he says, placing a gentle kiss to her mouth, taking her by surprise, noticing the way her mouth had fallen open and her breathing has gotten heavy after the brief kiss.

"Sorry" she apologises again, knowing he noticed the change in her behaviour "I'm just not used to this" she says gesturing between them.

"Sorry" he's apologising now "is this still okay?" He asks, thinking she had doubts.

"Of course! It's not that, it's just a bit mental to me" she says " like you're holding my hips right now. You. Ross MacDonald" she says and he chuckles.

"I am' he says, leaning forward and pressing his lips to her cheek, lowering them further until they're grazing her neck.

"And now you're kissing my neck" she says, eyebrows raising before her eyes are fluttering closed, hand finding the back of his head, holding him to her neck, not wanting him to leave just yet.

"I am" he repeats, making her gasp when he nips at the skin, soothing the skin with a swipe of his tongue.

"Tell me why that's so mad" he murmurs into her neck, lips moving to a new spot, knowing he's found a good one when her breath hitches upon his mouth sucking the skin. He likes the way it makes her weave her hand into his bun, tugging against the restraints of his hair band.

"You were always my favourite" she confesses through a sigh. His head snaps back then, halting his attack on her neck (much to her dismay), eyes finding hers, his mouth agape in disbelief.

"No way..." He says, shaking his head "that's impossible"

"What can I say? Always had a thing for bassists" she says making him chuckle.

"Jesus Christ" he says, mouth still wide open, eyes wandering across her face.

"Need a minute?" She jokes and he laughs again, taking a step back from her.

"Maybe a couple" he admits and she nods. The truth is, she did too, he was intoxicating, addictive and although it was heavenly, she knew she would easily be overwhelmed. He gave her whiplash, he made her head spin, made her heart thump rapidly in her chest and made her blood pump faster around her body.

He returns to her records, flicking through them again.

"You can play one if you like" she says, pouring two glasses of wine, going over to hand him one. "Just not one of yours" she says when he sees his hands gripping one of their records.

"This is signed..." He says, not quite knowing what to make of it, had they met her before? Had she attended a signing? Surely he would've remembered her?

His head flicks towards her and she takes in the shocked look on his face and immediately steps forward, gentle hand closing around his wrist, lifting the record slightly.

"It is" she says, smiling.

"Y/n... Have we met before?" He asks and she shakes her head. The breathe he's holding in leaves him and his shoulders relax slightly.

"Was going to say... I never would've forgotten you, that's impossible" he says and his words have her shocked for a second, she blushes deeply.

"How did you get this then?" He asks, eyes never once wavering from hers, needing an answer to slow is rapid heart.

"My brother, Dylan, he went to a signing in Australia and got it for me" she explains and Ross raises his eyebrows.

"So we've met your brother?" Ross asks and she nods.

"What was he doing in Australia? Thought your family lived here all your life" he asks.

"My brother lived in Australia for a bit with his girlfriend" she says, pressing down on the vinyl until she can't see it anymore.

"Where does he live now?" Ross says, continuing to flick through the other vinyl's. She hesitates for a second, eyes wandering over his face. He awaits her answer in silence and she frowns before she speaks.

"Ross my brother died of an overdose 6 years ago" she says. The room is so silent then, so silent that she can almost hear the ringing in her ears. He steps towards her before taking a step back, unsure what to do.

"Y/N/N, I'm so sorry, I had no idea" he says, finally stepping forward fully until he's hugging her tightly.

"It's okay... Seriously it's fine" her hands smooth up and down his back, it's a weird gesture, her soothing him, but she needed to reassure him she was fine. He pulls back to look at her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, thumb caressing her cheek softly.

"I don't like to bring it up straight away... Because people then think I'm sad... And I'm not sad. 5 years isn't that long but, Dylan was a beautiful person, an amazing person, he was my best friend. But he was troubled, and as sad as it is... He found peace. Of course I'd rather him be here... But I've had to make my peace with it. I'd much rather remember him as the person he was, the good person, I'd rather talk about that then talk about the fact he died" she explains, hoping he'd understand.

"I get that... I'm still sorry though y/n" he says, he feels bad that he's known her over a month now, and he had no idea she had been through this.

"It's okay, I'm okay" she says, smiling up at him and he believes her.

"Does... Does Matty know?" He asks and she shakes his head.

"I'll tell him eventually... I just didn't want to bring it up just yet..." she explains and Ross nods.

"He'll understand, think he'd appreciate you telling him .. but no pressure, take your time. I'm just glad you told me" he says, pulling her into another hug, lips pressed against her head.

"Thank you Ross"

"Always" his lips press against her head once more before he pulls back. He walks back over to her records, taking her "Rumours" vinyl by Fleetwood Mac and placing it on the turntable, gently picking up the stylus and lowering it onto the first groove.

He walks back over to her, taking her hands in his, bringing one up to his mouth, lips grazing the knuckles as she smiles fondly up at him.

She leads him over to the bed, the two of them sitting down, she tells him to make himself at home and he begins shuffling about the bed, adjusting himself so he's laying down, legs dangling off the edge with the height of him, which makes her laugh loudly. She sits with her legs crossed, hands draped against her crossed legs. Ross places one hand under his head, arm bent, elbow placed against two cushions. His other arm falls against the bed in front of him, reaching out to find one of her hands. She's placed near his chest and he has to look up at her for once.

"Good choice" she gestures to the record with a flick of her head and Ross smiles up at her, not speaking for a moment to take in the music.

"Your favourite band right?" He asks and she smirks, muttering a "second" with a raise of her eyebrows and a twitch of her lip.

"Noted" he jokes, squeezing her hand in his. His mind can't help but circuit back to the topic of her brother and he hesitates asking her about it. But again she can tell by the way his smile has disappeared and his eyebrows twitch and furrow, forehead creasing, cute little lines appearing against the skin, that something is up.

"You know I can tell when you want to ask me something right?" Her eyebrows twitch upwards and her lips press against one another, forming a tight line. He raises his eyebrows back and her, almost asking "how so?"

"You furrow your eyebrows, looking all worried, and you get these little lines right there" her thumbs finds his forehead, running horizontally across it, before moving downwards, bopping his nose in an attempt to make him laugh. It successfully draws a chuckle out of him and she smiles, hand moving downwards to close around their joint ones.

"Very cute" he rolls his eyes at that.

"You can just ask me... I don't mind, whatever it is, I want to tell you" the sentiment makes his heart flutter, she wanted him to know. He liked that.

"Will you tell me about your brother? What was he like?" Ross leans forward slightly, adjusting his elbow on the cushions, moving closer to her.

"He was amazing... Taught me everything I know in terms of music... He taught himself and then taught me" she smiles at the memories that flash through her brain.

"He used to get so frustrated when I couldn't get things right... But then when I did, he would be so happy for me, and proud too" Ross smiles.

"Honestly everything good in my life I got because of him... I wouldn't have met the band if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have formed it, heck I wouldn't have even been good enough to BE in a band if it wasn't for him" she explains, and Ross listens intently.

"That's not true, bet you would've found a way' Ross says and it causes her to blush deeply. His hand let's go of hers and he thumbs at her cheek, feeling the warmth under his touch.

"I like seeing you blush... It's cute" he admits and it knocks the wind out of her.

"Good... Because I seem to blush a lot around you" she admits and he feels his ego being stroked at that. He doesn't admit that he likes the fact he has that effect on her, he doesn't need to, it's clear in the way he smirks.

"Don't do that" she says, pushing her hands against his chest lightly.

"Do what?" He asks, still smirking up at her.

"Do that" she gestures to his lips and the smirk that rests against them "don't smirk like that at me whilst looking at me like that" his eyes are boring into hers, glistening under the light, looking at her as if she held the universe in her palm, like she created the ground he walked on.

"I'm not doing anything love" he says and she blushes deeper now, shielding her eyes from him to save herself further embarrassment.

"Don't" he says, pushing himself up off his sides both hands grabbing hers and pulling them away from her face. His eyes take in her flushed complexion and she feels herself crumbling further under his avid stare.

"You're so beautiful" his words are hushed, as if he only wanted her to hear them, not that anyone else was present. She leans forward to capture his lips in hers in a gentle kiss, a thank you.

His hand quickly cradles her face, thumb drifting along her cheekbone. It's the first proper kiss they've shared since the first one. It's full of desperation and wanting.

His lips move attentively against her own, clouding her mind with all things Ross. She couldn't get enough of him, loving the way his mouth moved against hers, commanding her lips and making them willingly move against his own.

With a tilt of his head he's closer now, the kiss is deeper and with one languid swipe of his tongue he's pressing against her own, tasting the wine on her tongue and humming.

Again there was that distinctive taste of her that was present through the wine, something sweet and something addicting.

"I'm never going to get enough of you" he pulls back slightly, speaking the words against her lips, pecking her once, twice before pulling back.

"As much as I'd love to keep doing that, that's not all I want... I want to know you, all of you" the way her heart pounds in her chest as he speaks makes her dizzy and she has to exhale quickly before inhaling deeply, her lips forming his name. God he loves the way she says his name.

His ears prick up at the song that's currently playing , the last track of side A, songbird.

He's standing quickly then, making her frown up at him, he walks around to her side of the bed, tugging her upwards, leading her to the centre of her room. His hands wrap around her waist, tugging her closer to him, one hand leaving her waist and grasping her hand, leading it up to his shoulders.

She drapes both of her hands over his shoulders then, allowing him to pull her closer, he leans his forehead against hers and begins moving them back and forth. They simply sway along to the song, but the whole scene is sickeningly sweet and she can't help but love it. She hated dancing, but with him, it was her favourite thing.

She moves her forehead away from his, turning her head and placing her cheek against his chest. One of his hands drifts up her back to the back of her neck, his own face tilting and leaning down to place a soft kiss to her cheek.

"This is nice" her words are muffled against his chest and he hums in agreement.

"Very cute" he laughs at that and she pulls back to look at him.

"Am I wooing you?" He jokes and she laughs, throwing her head back a little, he tilts them, his movements added by hers, until she's leaning back a little bit and he's towering above her, holding them in that position.

"Maybe...." All other words escape her so she simply looks up at him, hand grasping his face, thumb grazing the hair on his top lip, caressing the skin of his lip before smoothing under his jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" The fact he asks now somehow adds to the romance of the situation and she nods, hearing the click of the stylus, the first side of the vinyl coming to and end.

He leans forward until his lips are grazing hers, she closes the gap, he tilts them back so they're standing straight and he sighs as she tugs the fabric around his chest. It sits scrunched up in her small fists, she stands on her tip toes to reach him properly and one hand hooks under her bottom to aid her. The act makes her gasp and he takes the opportunity to press his tongue against hers.

She sighs, she feels ethereal when she kisses him, she feels home.

They eventually return to her bed, and when she shivers he offers her the jumper he's wearing, she accepts even though she could retrieve one from her wardrobe. He wanted to see her in his clothes and she wanted to wear them. It smelled like him and held his warmth. He pulls her to his chest and the pair lie down. His hand smooths up and down her back as one of hers draws patterns on his clothed chest and stomach.

It felt right. So right.

"Does it bother you that I'm younger than you?" she asks at one point, he hooks two fingers under her chin and raises her to look at him. He hadn't really thought about it to be honest. It wasn't obvious when they were together, something that went unnoticed and completely forgotten. He shakes his head.

"Hadn't really thought about it... its not something I really think of. Why, do you care?" he asks and she too shakes her head.

"I don't think about it when I'm with you..." she confirms and Ross nods.

"What made you think of it now?" he asks and she frowns.

"Just thought of something Jay said when we went for coffee... said something about me being too young for you" she says and Ross shakes his head again.

"Honestly love... I don't care if you don't care" he says and it makes her smile. That her feelings impacted his. Age was always a complicated thing, but the truth was, she had been through things that most people her age didn't have to deal with, she had always been surrounded by elder people and she fit in with them much more than people her own age. It bothered her that people cared so much about it, but she didn't care. Not when she was with him.

"I don't care"

"Good" he leans forward and kisses her again. She can't help but place her hands on either side of him, pushing herself up to reach his lips easier. He grasps her waist in his hand, tugging her forward more as he runs his tongue over her bottom lip. He grunts and she moans.

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His phone buzzed on his bedside table, vibrating against the wood, echoing around the quiet room until he finally stirs from his sleep. His eyes crack open just a tiny bit as he rolled onto his side, grabbing his phone off the table. He doesn't need to read the name, having set her ringtone as "Crystal" by Fleetwood Mac, but he still raises it to his face, reading the name "Y/N/N", eyes flicking to the time displayed on his phone, reading 2:46AM. He quickly answers, his voice croaky as he says her name.

"Hey Matty..." Her voice sounds weak and quiet, distant. He's wide awake when he hears her tone, something was up.

"Love is everything okay?" They did this, called late at night / early in the morning, but it was usually him that woke her up and the sound of her voice, weak and unsure, was not normal.

"I... I couldn't get to sleep, I need to talk to you... To tell you something" he's nodding even though she can't see him and he feels his heart sink when he hears her sigh.

"I can come over? Or we could go for a walk?" He suggests and she hums in agreement.

"Could you... Could you come here?" She asks, she feels her hands shaking and she stuffs the unoccupied one in her pocket, trying to stop the movement. She was okay with had happened all those years ago, she had come to terms with it, but the thought of telling Matty and upsetting him and her feeling sick.

"Of course, I won't be long okay?" he updates her often, letting her know how far away he was, attempting to ease her, even though he didn't know what was wrong yet.

He's sat in her home studio not 20 minutes later, she's wrapped up in a hoodie and a pair of joggers, comfy socks resting on her feet and she unconsciously rubs them together. He's been here for almost 10 minutes, she made him a cup of tea and showed him around the studio, she even played him a track she had been working on. Everything she did was lacklustre though, as if she didn't really want to be doing it.

Eventually he forced her to sit on the sofa with him, and pulled her closer to him, she was now resting her head against his chest as his hand soothed down her back.

"You can tell me anything..." He admits, staring down at her and she finally looks up at him. Her eyes are like glass and he's worried if he looks too long they'd break.

"I know.... But I'm scared to tell you this" she admits and he frowns, fingertips soothing over her cheek, the skin is warm and soft under his touch, he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but she needed him right now, and that was more important than the angel on his shoulder currently reprimanding him.

"It's... Sensitive" she looks up at him, bottom lip quivering, his eyes flick down to it, he's worried she might cry so he attempts to ease the tension.

"Okay... I'm a big boy, I can take it" he jokes and she sighs. For a moment he wonders if this is about Ross, but he shakes that from his mind.

"I need to tell you about Dylan... My brother" she starts and Matty nods, she takes his hand in his and squeezes "at any point... If you want me to stop, just tell me okay?" She asks and he nods, although confused.

"My brother... He died 6 years ago" all air that existed in Matty's body before those words seems to leave and he feels sad for a moment. He leans forward but before he can speak she stops him.

"Wait there's more... He, he died of an overdose" she speaks and Matty immediately understands why she was scared to tell him. They had spoken about practically everything in the short time they had known each other, but his addiction was something pretty much untouched. And clearly so was the topic of her brother. He wondered why she always stopped talking about him, something always felt wrong, like something was hidden. Now he knows.

He hears her voice hitch and tears spring to her eyes "Hey it's okay love" he says, pulling her into another hug.

"I'm sorry" she offers and he has to pull back to see what she's talking about.

"Why are you apologising?" he shakes his head and smears her into his chest, hugging her tightly, perhaps the tightest she's ever been hugged. As if he's reminded he might break her, his grip loosens as she begins to speak. He pulls back after pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he doesn't let her go too far, holding her hand firmly.

"I needed to tell you, but I'm sorry if this... Triggers you, or if I'm overstepping, I know we haven't talked about this yet... And you might not even want to and that's fine" he shakes his head and squeezes her hand.

"No, it's okay. Look I can't say it's easy, I still have to fight it everyday... But I appreciate you telling me this, I wouldn't have wanted you to have kept it from me, we can talk about it as much or as little as you'd like. I want to be there for you and I want to hear about it" he offers her a small smile and she smiles a small, sad one back.

"Are you sure?" He nods.

"Tell me about it..."

So she does, she explains that Dylan struggled with demons she couldn't even fathom when she was growing up, she was always a happy and cheerful kid, but he was far from that. He truly didn't have much reason to feel the way he did, it was always something that truly no one could explain unless they had been through it. She explained that he was diagnosed with dipolar disorder when he was 15 and doctors shoved drugs his way as soon as they found out.

She explained that eventually the prescribed drugs didn't cut it for him anymore and he began meddling in things he knew he shouldn't have, he started hanging around people who encouraged that behaviour.

"Despite all of it... He was still my best friend... At first I was blissfully unaware he was using... but then he'd turn up to family events with huge bags under his eyes and he looked... like a mess" Matty nods and squeezes her hand when he feels she's needs it.

"I was young... and- and" she hesitates, sighs and Mattys sees the tears in her eyes. Mattys hands find her cheeks, craning his head down to look into her eyes.

"hey we don't have to talk about this if you don't want to" she shakes her head and laughs at herself for crying.

"I'm fine honestly... don't know why I'm crying" her words come out with a laugh and Matty smiles sadly at her.

"It's normal love" she nods at him.

"I was young and he was my big brother you know? I didn't tell him to go get clean... and suddenly he was just skin and bone and I didn't recognise him anymore..." she explained and Matty nods.

"He'd have these moments where he was just Dylan... just my silly big brother who would make me cry of laughter until my stomach ached... my big brother who would play music with me and listen to me talk about my favourite bands" she smiles the the memories.

"he got clean for about 2 years... but then 6 years years ago... he... I don't know why he did it. I don't know if it was an accident or... I don't know. But he relapsed and... well you know the rest" she says and Matty nods.

"I'm okay now though... Truly I am... I don't usually like to tell people because they want to talk about the shit he went through... And it's important, it is... But who he was as a person, the loving and kind person who was loyal and dedicated and talented... That's what I want to focus on" she explains and Matty nods.

"I get it... Thank you for telling me" he places a kiss to her forehead and she smiles.

"thank you for listening... Wasn't too much for you was it?" He shakes his head. In that moment, with her glassy eyes and her tear covered cheeks, he falls harder. He had never met anyone who cared this much about someone else when its their own struggles they're talking about. The fact this was her story and she cared about his, protecting his heart, had him falling... and fast.

"Is it still hard for you?" She asks and he nods.

"Something I have to fight every day" he admits but then he's smiling, thumb drifting along her cheek "being around good people like you... Doing what I love for a living, being with the boys... Being with people, who get it. That helps"

"If you ever felt like you wanted to again... You'd tell me right?" He thinks over her words, he's definitely had times where he's wanted to, but he's always had someone to pull him back off the edge, and the more he thinks about it, the more he'd be happy if that person was her.

"Of course..."

Matty's mind flicks to Ross, wondering if he knew, if anyone else knew.

"Does anyone else know?" He asks and she nods.

"Ross" his lips press against each other at her words forming a straight line as he nods. He wasn't going to unpack that right now, it would be selfish of him to do so.

"I'm glad you're not alone in this" he says and she smiles.

"Thank you Matty" she hugs him tightly again, they finish their tea and at some point, Matty's coerces her into placing her head back on his chest.

Matty finds out a lot about her brother that night, how he played basically every instrument under the sun, but was the best at bass, that bass was one thing (despite his best efforts) he never managed to teach his little sister. He learnt that when her parents split up, he looked after her most days, due to her mother having to work double shifts to afford the house they lived in. That on the days he looked after her, she'd spend most of her time with his band in their garage. How him and his friends called her a "little prodigy" when she would shred on the guitar. He learns that years after she lost him, she felt empty inside and that her favourite band she had been listening to since she was 13 saved her, made her feel less alone and less empty.

Matty promised he'd never leave her in their sleep state, he promised he'd always be there for her no matter what. He explained that when he was with her, he felt less alone too.

She felt safe in his arms and only thought about the long haired bassist twice.

Every time she thought she had her feelings under control, every time she thought she filed the men into the correct category, something would happen and would fuck it all up. Sending her mind into a confused frenzy.

Who did she like more? Was it Ross? The one that set her soul ablaze, the one who redefined all expectations and proceed to exceed every single one of them, the one who she knew she could tell everything too, without fear of upsetting him.

Or was it Matty? The one who made her feel seen and understood, the one who understood her deepest faults, but ultimately criticised himself for having them too.

She felt safe with Matty... but Ross made her feel at home. She was unsure if she liked one more than the other, or whether her feelings for the men were just different.

Only time will tell...

(11) Ego

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[dukeoftheblackstar]

In my humble opinion, I think that a monster in heat loses all inhibition and any form of what is perceived as human-like restraint to not maul you to death after fucking the life out of you is mighty high.

So I was going on about Elias, right. Elias Ainsworth and his endless danger, danger thorns?

NSFW under cut. Might do an aftercare part 2 of this or try to write after I finish the manga. But for now, just thots.

Thought you guys might appreciate.

@eyecandyeoz @majo-tsukiko

Do you know how hot it would be to get fucked in his beast form — heck, even in his current skull-headed humanoid form, while he struggles to keep his own thorns from literally ripping you to shreds?

Do you know how how it looks to have his thorns wrap around his wrists, crawl and squeeze up to his forearms and bicep in seek of anything to twist around or destroy while he's squeezing the base of said thorny vines with his massive hands?

Do you know how hot it must fucking look to see himself get cuts from his own doing because he's so in heat, muscles flexing, jaw clenched with steam as he huffs, grunts, and groans in pain, pleasure, and confusion?

For the hell of it, let me just add the fact how it would be suuuuuuch a turn on to have a new vine of thorns just whip and wrap around his neck because at this point, he's fighting for survival, desire, and keeping you alive from himself?

Do you know how hot it must sound for him to hover his skull-head over your ear and just snap that jaw and instill some bit of fear-induced adrenaline ring in your ear, reminding you that at any given point he can literally crush your bones with his mouth?

And then. Okay.

And then he regains some semblance of control and keeps you pinned down with his hand cordially on your head instead of your back because he's distracted and is torn between just getting it over with so he can 'deal' with this unknown feeling of having lost control over his own body and power, do some research and shit; or pace himself to properly fuck/make love to you?

So he slows down from the unrelentingly hard, deep, erratic thrusts from struggling with the thorns while fucking you but also trying not to literally rip you in half because he's such a sweet baby?

He relaxes eventually, thorns disentangling from his own body at a pace that matches the now deep, sensual head to hilt thrust. The massive, gloved hand over your head lifts for a moment — head pats, fingers tangled in your hair as if to apologize.

He lowers himself down to rub his muzzle against your cheek, caresses your shoulder everywhere until it's just him and no thorns and it's slow and sweet and loving and doting.

And you'll know when he's close because his fingers dig deep anywhere it lands; blanket, sheet, pillow, your skin, just for a little. You see him lift his head up to the ceiling as if to chant some sort of protection spell before he goes back down and bites you your shoulder hard at the perfect time of his release, filling you to the brim and then some.

#♝ #dukeoftheblackstar #elias ainsworth #post is nsf.w thots #thots #ains #Elias Ainsworth thots #the ancient magus bride #MFsUnite #i have not stopped thinking about this

[copperbadge]

I'm sure I'm not being original, but surely there is an au where the King and Queen Emeritus court Jes Demos together? Given that the Queen had, uh, gal pals in their shared bed.

I think you're the first to suggest it actually!

(Honestly if I knew how much I'd expand this universe I would possibly not have had Miranda die, but that would have changed the series a lot and it's a trouser leg of time we won't go down.)

I can definitely see an AU where Miranda never got sick, and Michaelis and Miranda retired similar to the time frame in the books but found themselves still a little at loose ends the way Michaelis did in canon. I think Miranda, who could be imperious at times, might have been rather offended that Jes didn't do them the courtesy of notifying the palace they were doing the podcast about the country; she might very well have marched down to the recording studio to give that Deimos a piece of her mind not because she didn't like the podcast but because she felt it would have been polite to inform them.

I think a fight between her and Jes would have been fucking epic ("It's common courtesy!" "Are you attempting to curtail the freedom of the press?" "Are you delusional??" etc) and also extremely hot. And then Miranda would vent to Michaelis, who as a diplomat would attempt to smooth things over by inviting Jes and Lachlan to dinner on neutral ground and negotiating the Pax Podcastrum.

After which Lachlan would undoubtedly be like "it's a good thing you're bi because they both want a turn" which Jes scoffs at but also finds intriguing, and we go from there. It does add some twists and turns since Miranda would probably be the one more overtly interested, and Michaelis might just be like "If you like them, that's enough for me," but take a while to warm up to Jes.

In the canon, and this will pop up at some point, Miranda and Michaelis didn't have an open marriage (not that I thought you implied that, just clarifying generally) -- they had one close, intimate friend who wasn't around very much but basically was their booty call when she visited. I plan to have her show up eventually and be delighted by Jes and the positive change they've made in Michaelis. In this possible AU scenario I can see Michaelis and Miranda discussing the idea of perhaps a more permanent and stable arrangement with Jes. It'd be an interesting story to write, I think. The Emeriti Take A Young Lover. :D (I mean Jes is younger than they are...)

Fascinating to consider what they might tell Gregory and Noah. Not to mention whether the press would eventually get wind of it. I remember listening to one of my regular podcasts and one of the hosts speaking openly, but somewhat suddenly, about her polyamory, and my eyebrows shooting up. Not in judgement, I have no problem with polyamory and a lot of poly friends, it was just unexpected to hear someone being that upfront about it in a public forum that wasn't explicitly about the topic. I suspect the general reaction of the populace would be a) what and b) yeah if I could take any two of those people to bed I would too.

Be especially funny if at first everyone thinks it's an affair but can't figure out which one of them is cheating. Miranda would enjoy herself hugely. "We can finally have a sex scandal after forty years of marriage, my love. Let me at least bask in it for a week or two."

#shivadhverse

[vrisrezis]

General waluigi relationship hcs because nobody will write for my man’s . Don’t judge me for this one

Also I haven’t done this formate for writing in so longggg

MY MANNNSSS waluigi !!

• He may seem like a jerk to others but to you he’s the absolute sweetest dork of all time☹️☹️☹️☹️❤️❤️ like I swear whenever your around he’s got nothing up his sleeve he is on his best behavior and wario is just like 😐 bro u are down so bad .

• also he’s a blushy dork whenever you’re around especially if he does a nice gesture and your like “omg ur so sweet! ^_^” he dies inside he just gives you a stupid toothy smile he cannot handle that shit his face is pure red

• SMOOCHIES!!! Listen he’s too shy to initiate believe it or not… so whenever you do.. OMGGGG he dies and he loves smooches on the cheek so much

• when it comes to sports he goes easy on you and wario wants him dead for being the reason they lost a tennis match

• silly goof of course he gives you flowers … ROSES . OF COURSE

• but if you give him roses he would die on the inside he’s just like “… nobody’s given me flowers b4 wtf” his heart explodes!!!

• don’t get that I can fix him mentality tho . He is who he is even if he tries to hide it from you, you’ll know eventually.

• he’s not that bad tho let’s be honest 🤷‍♀️

• he is a bit shy in your relationship but at the same time a big flirt, he’s all talk but no action, pretty much.

• he worries abt u a lot he’s such a dad ok . Don’t let him catch you without a scarf when it’s snowing outside

• fashion icon ok if you two are dating you guys are wearing matching outfits when it comes to tennis and any other sport you guys play with everyone else

• I hc that he’s Puerto Rican so he probably says romantic shit in Spanish to you LMFAO

• you may think he’s the one carrying you bridal style but really it’s the other way around and he may act like he hates it but he loves it so :)

• also might I add that he loves sleeping on your lap, anyway possible

• likes shorter s/o’s but wouldn’t mind it if you were taller

• not the hero type but lets just say if bowser were to ever mess with you… oh boy not good he’ll fuck up bowser so badly

• likes to share hoodies with you because he thinks you look cute in his and he looks adorable in hoodies so it’s a win win

• loves them innocent neck kisses :))

• one smooch will make him feel better when he’s angry or upset

• also a sap he’s the type to stare at you with love in his eyes with a stupid warm smile on his face and the type to just be in awe when the wind is blowing your hair just right and time slows down for him when you kiss and blah blah blah he’s a dork

• although he comes across as confident I see waluigi being insecure in a relationship as it’s not something he’s used to at all.

• he gets jealous of Luigi a lot I’m just gonna say it lmao

• but honestly just kiss him and make it better , maybe have a talk about it

• likes to slow dance with you AGRUSBXKNS he’s so cute

• also he’s on the trans hc list for me so he helps you out if youre trans lol

• body positivity for you both ayyy totally not because I get literally nightmares about my body no not at all no this is not me projecting cuz I love waluigi

• cosplaying eachothers outfits

• he hates playing Mario party now because you kick his ass LMFAO

• likes to spin you around, also likes to be spun around. Idk cute romantic shit what can I say

• big on stupid one liners he can use on you, he is such a loser

• loves to tease you but it’s all in good fun and jokes lol

• overall waluigi is a dorkkkk imo <3 love him

#waluigi #waluigi x reader #Mario x reader #uhmm #i love him shut up #don’t even judge me for this one