#i tried to clean up the water as quickly as i could after she pointed it out… but what if i get written up for not spotting it sooner? (ʘ‿ʘ)

[cambrinkisbae]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚scary love˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

nika muhl x reader

summary - you've never experienced true love until nika came along and part of you doesn't believe that you deserve her.

word count - 1.6k

themes :

-angst

-fluff

warnings :

-arguing

-cursing

a / n - inspired by scary love by the neighborhood and dedicated to my love (not the bad parts though only the sweet ones!)

Nika's hair always felt nice on my bare chest. I felt at peace when I'd wake up to her lips just barely touching my collarbones. my hands were still tangled in her hair but I slowly twirled some strands in between my fingers. this didn't feel right. it felt right in the moment but in the back of my mind, I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve to have this perfect woman in my arms. it felt like I took up her warmth. I slowly peeled my arms off of her back and slid out from under her. her head gently fell against the pillow I was previously lying on. I watched as she didn't make a single move. I stood there and admired her messy hair sprawled out on the silky pillowcase. her fingers tightened around nothing but fabric, I could tell she wanted me back there. but I still walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. brushed my hair and brushed my teeth with the same thought running around my head. the same thoughts.

I can't fuck this up 

yet the moment I felt okay and comfortable, a flip had switched. a couple of weeks after that morning I was feeling amazing. I felt like everything I was blessed with was meant for me. but the second an ounce of doubt ran through my head, I blew.

"Baby who is this?" Nika said holding my phone to my face. her voice was soft and calm but part of me still felt threatened. it wasn't anyone. it was just my best friend and I happened to have her contact as "babe💞" the same emoji I had next to Nika's name on my phone. I knew that it was just my best friend and nothing more but for some reason, I felt the need to panic. as if I had something to hide. "oh. uh, it's just- no one." I snatched my phone out of her hand leaving it empty as if it was searching for something to grasp onto. I held my phone to my face as I quickly changed the contact back to my best friend's name and a red heart next to it. I felt guilty for nothing. when I looked up I saw Nika with watering eyes ready to burst. and suddenly I copied. this is the last thing I wanted. Had I fucked it up? "y-you can tell me who it is." her voice was trembling beneath her lips. I could tell that inside she was fuming and wanted to explode but she had always hidden her angry side from me so she refused to blow. I quickly stepped closer to her body, cradling her jaw. I tried to calm her down without telling her the truth even though I knew that was what would fix things. something was stopping me. She tilted her head in the opposite direction of my hand, ripping her skin from my own. "who was it? just fucking tell me." why didn't I tell her. why couldn't I? I rested my hands against my stomach trying to control my increasing breath. "i-i don't know." my voice trailed off with shaky breaths. what the fuck was stopping me. I held onto my arms pretending it was Nika. the room went quiet after Nika took a couple of deep breaths. Nika finally turned around and showed her damp face. her eyebrows furrowed when she saw that I had been crying too. "why are you crying? what do you have to be crying about?" she pointed her finger at my chest, gently bumping me back. I took a breath, stumbling over my air while wiping tears from my cheeks as fast as I could. I tried to keep it together and not sob out of frustration. "it's not anyone Nika I promise." I practically pleaded between words.

"then why won't you tell me!?" her hands flung through the air drastically.

"Please you gotta trust me, baby." I dipped my head into my palms.

"how am I supposed to trust you when you can't even tell me who you're calling babe?"

"It's just a nickname," I whispered under my breath.

"Jesus Christ." her hands were tangled in her hair as she paced around the room.

"I'm sorry" I croaked out between hidden sobs.

I felt weak.

"do you realize that I love you? more than anything in the world and if you do too you need to fucking show it!" she said with her back faced to me.

I held onto that. She loved me more than anything in the world. and I loved her more than myself.

"I-" I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off.

"no. You can explain to me once you actually know how to"

Nika walked out of the door and to her car. I knew where she was going. she drove all the way back to campus to see Paige. it's where she always went when she was upset. So there I was sitting on the edge of our bed. crying to pass the time that was only filled with hope for her coming back through the door and giving me time to explain. I slowly moved to the floor and sat against the wall instead. My knees curled up to my chest. my jeans soaked up all the tears that came out of my eyes. I held onto my shins and sobbed for the rest of the night. it was only at around 3 am that I decided to get up and change something. I brushed through my hair and changed into sweatpants and a cropped tank top. I changed from my slippers into tennis shoes before leaving the apartment and walking to campus. it took me thirty minutes to get there and about ten minutes to get the balls to knock on Paige's door. the door swung open to reveal Paige staring at me. blanker than usual. she was obviously mad and that made me feel even worse. "uh- can I come in?" I know Paige loved me and Nika together and separately so she let me in and sat herself on her couch. "she's in my room." she spit out blandly while motioning her hand behind her head.

"did you walk here?" Paige questioned while shoving leftovers in her mouth.

"yes," I said while walking down to where Nika was. the door was cracked open enough for me to see her lying on Paige's bed. no covers and not a pillow. just flat sheets. I hesitated with my hand hovering over the door knob before creaking open the door. Nika was asleep, which I was part thankful and sad about. She used to say that it was almost impossible to sleep without me. I could tell that she wasn't completely out though. I can always tell now from the number of times I've walked in on her sitting up waiting for me to come back from the bathroom. She would always have a goofy smile on her lips once I called her out for fake sleeping. I chose to lean against the wall after closing the door instead of sitting on the edge of Paige's bed like how I wanted to. I watched Nika's chest rise and fall with every melancholy breath she took in her sleep. A million things went through my head questioning what she could be thinking about. A small hair fell down the side of her face and I took no time to reach and move it back behind her ear. I guess she's a light sleeper without me. she blinked her eyes open and I wanted to cover my face. her eyes were locked with mine for half a second before she looked down at the pale purple sheets she was lying on. we sat in silence for what felt like forever until I spoke.

"it was my best friend. the girl in my contacts." I explained, waiting for Nika to even look at me.

"We have this inside joke where we call each other babe and it was brought up the night before so I thought it would be funny to change her contact to that but I'm now realizing that it was a bad thing to do while in a relationship and I'm so so sorry, I don't want to lose you and I feel like I just did you're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't know what I'd do without you-" my words began to trail off before Nika stood up and held her finger to my lips.

"stop." her hand rested on my hip while she stared into my eyes for the first time in 2 hours. I got caught in her eyes. her touch and her breath and everything else. she sighed and looked at the floor then back up to me.

"It's okay," she whispered while wiping the few tears that fell down my face without me noticing. she pressed her forehead against mine while moving her hands to the small of my back. a shiver ran up my spine when I felt her touch on my uncovered skin.

"I love you, Nika. so much more than you think. I'm so" my voice began to break "I'm scared that something will go wrong. that's the only thing that has ever happened to me. I get in an argument and then it's over. if that happened between us, I- I don't know what I'd do." Nika nodded along while I spoke.

"I am never. ever. going to pull that kind of shit on you beba."

Nika's accent calmed me. her words seemed to flow more when her accent was present.

I wrapped my arms around Nika's body pulling her in tightly. I pulled away to see her staring in absolute awe. her hands ran over my hair, slowly twirling strands between her fingers like how I used to.

#nika muhl #basketball #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #lesbian #uconhuskies #nika muhl x reader #nika x reader #nika mühl #uconnwbb #uconn women’s basketball #uconn huskies

[ivantillz]

can u write a fic of ivantill navigating their feelings after the kiss if they were both saved by the rebels

Till was annoyed. He was also feeling a lot of other things, undoubtedly, but annoyance was at the top of the list because why wouldn't they just let him see Ivan already?

"Can you please stop pacing?"

He paused mid-step and glanced over at Mizi.

"I just found out one of my friends who I honestly thought was dead has actually been alive this whole time and my other friend is currently being operated on after nearly giving his life to save me. Sorry if I'm a little antsy."

Mizi gave a small smile, undeterred by his bluntness as usual. Or what used to be usual. Till wasn't so sure what had or hadn't changed.

"He'll be okay, I promise." Even as she said it, her eyes were drawn to the closed door. They couldn't even hear anything through the thick metal. "You heard them; the wound was pretty minor. Just grazed his side."

Till pressed his lips into a thin line, hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Why did he do that?" he asked, barely louder than a whisper. Mizi stood up and crossed the hall, drawing him into a hug. He used to dream about this - having her undivided attention - but now it did little to ease the terrible pain in his chest.

Sniffing once, he hugged her tight. She didn't say anything, even as began to cry into her shoulder.

-

It was nearly two hours before the door opened and one of the healers - Mizi had introduced them but honestly Till couldn't remember her name; he had been kind of traumatized at the time, okay? - stepped out.

Till tried very hard not to focus on the blood staining the front of her shirt. "He's stable," she said.

"Okay, great." Till didn't even wait before trying to push past her; she didn't budge. "Come on! I just want to see him."

She smiled politely. "I didn't say you couldn't. Just try and be quiet, okay? He might be doze in and out, don't try to force him to stay awake."

Till pursed his lips. "I know," he grumbled. Mizi joined his side.

"Thank you," she said. With a shared nod, the healer left. Inside the room was the other healer; he quietly set a rag on Ivan's forehead before also leaving the room.

"He still has a slight fever," he explained. "If he asks, you can refresh the rag." He pointed to a bucket on the table with what Till could only hope was clean water.

Once he was gone, Till walked over to the bed and sat down. Mizi sat on the other side of the bed. Ivan hadn't stirred since they walked in.

He looked bad - terrible, even. His skin was even paler than usual, there was a bit of crusted blood still at the corner of his mouth, dark circles under his eyes.

But he was alive, and that was all that mattered.

"I'll just stay until he wakes up," Mizi said quietly, staring at him. "I just want to make sure he's okay."

Till had almost forgotten he wasn't the only one who had been wounded by what happened. He suddenly felt a little guilty.

"You don't have to leave," he said instead.

She smiled over at him; there was something about the look in her eyes that made Till feel exposed. He didn't like the feeling. "I think you two need to talk."

He didn't argue, even if the last thing he wanted to do right now was talk about what had happened. Any of it.

-

Ivan woke up about ten minutes later; he was groggy, as expected, voice hoarse and scratchy.

"Here." Till moved without even thinking, grabbing a cup he had noticed on the table a little earlier.

Ivan was too weak to even hold it. Till adapted quickly; he held the cup to his lips and tilted it back a little. Once Ivan was done, he set it aside again.

"So," he licked his lips. "I guess this isn't heaven, huh?"

Mizi laughed softly. "Not even close. But you're safe here, at least."

He sighed, groaning a little as he tried to sit up. Till moved quickly, gently grabbing his arm to help him. He wasn't even sure if he should be moving yet but he wasn't about to fight him; that just seemed like asking for even more trouble.

"I really expected to die up there," he said once he was settled, the rag fallen at his side. Till grabbed it, plopping it in the bucket for now.

Mizi pressed her lips together. "I think I'm going to go see if they have anything that'll be easy enough on your stomach," she said, gently touching Ivan's shoulder as she stood.

"I'm not hungry," he replied automatically.

She clicked her tongue. "Too bad; you need to eat to recover."

Without waiting for a reply, she swept around the bed and paused just long enough to squeeze Till's shoulder once before leaving the room.

The silence was almost suffocating.

"You weren't really choking me," Till blurted.

Ivan side-eyed him. "Of course not," he said slowly. "Did you really think I would?"

Till opened his mouth, closed it. "I'm not really sure of anything anymore," he admitted quietly.

"It was just a ploy," Ivan continued, looking away. "I don't know. I just needed them to believe it."

It was silent again for a few beats. Till stared at his hands.

"You could've killed me," he said eventually. "I didn't care."

He chanced a look; Ivan was still staring ahead at nothing, his mouth a tight line. "I would've never let that happen," he said and for a moment Till wasn't sure what he meant until - "I would've done anything to ensure your safety."

And that was the crux of it, huh?

Till thought of Ivan's hands around his throat, surprisingly gentle. He thought about his mouth. His lips. He had kissed Till like he was searching for something. Like he needed something.

"You kissed me," he said. It felt weird, finally saying the words.

Ivan snorted, shaking his head minutely. "I did." He side-eyed Till again. "I know it was selfish of me. I know."

"But if you could do it over again, would you still kiss me?"

Till wasn't even sure what had motivated him to ask. Ivan smiled; it was almost sad. "Probably."

He nodded. He wasn't upset. He wasn't even sure if he had been upset, in the moment, not for longer than a second. Mostly he had been confused.

But now that he had time to think on it, he wasn't so confused anymore.

"I never knew," he mused quietly. "I mean." He looked up, suddenly a little angry. "You never told me. You should've told me."

All that time he had been chasing after Mizi and a part of him had always known it was never going to happen. She had loved - she still did - love Sua.

Time wasted. He had never even considered...

"There was no reason to burden you with my own feelings," Ivan said evenly. "I'm selfish, maybe, but I didn't want to make things even more complicated for you."

Till breathed out through his nose. "You really think you were doing that for my sake?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice level. "You think you had the right to decide what was best for me?"

Ivan stared back at him, eyes as dark as ever. "I don't understand."

"You kept it from me," Till continued, pressing a hand to his chest, "because you were scared to say it. You were scared of how I would respond."

Ivan let out a humorless laugh. "We both know how you would've responded, Till." He sighed. "This is a pointless argument to have."

He still wasn't getting it. "No," he said, leaning closer. "We don't know how I would've responded because you never gave me the chance."

"Just like you gave the same chance to Mizi?" he shot back.

Till pressed his lips together. "That is not the same and you know it. Sua loved her back. It was different. I - " He paused, biting the inside of his cheek.

Suddenly the fight was drained out of him. Ivan eyed him warily.

"You what?" he asked, looking cautious and almost nervous. Till had never seen that expression on his face. He always looked so in control of everything. It was nice to be reminded he was really just human like the rest of them.

Till swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I think I could've liked you, Ivan. If only I had known."

Ivan stared at him like he wasn't really seeing him. "No," he said, too fast. He looked more scared, here, than he had up on that stage.

"Didn't factor that into your little plan, huh?" he asked; without asking, he pulled the rag out of the water and wrung it before leaning forward to gently scrub away the dried blood on his chin. "I don't think I ever really liked her, not in the way I thought I did."

Ivan was silent, his jaw clenched.

"I was just - I needed something. An escape. A dream. She was nice to me. Pretty..." Till sat back. "I think I just really wanted someone to care about me."

Ivan glanced at him briefly before looking away again.

"But this whole time I was blind to see I had that," Till felt his eyes burning. "Maybe you weren't as obvious about it, maybe you had your own way of showing it, but... that doesn't matter." He tossed the rag aside and reached for his hand; Ivan stiffened as he grabbed it but didn't pull away. "I would like to have a second chance."

Ivan stared at their hands. "You don't owe me this," he said, voice still carefully even.

"I'm not offering anything because I feel like endowed to you," he squeezed his hand, hard. "You know me well enough to know I wouldn't do that. Now stop fighting me on this and look at me."

Ivan lifted his head.

"Thank you, Ivan," he said, staring into his eyes - dark, yes, but warm, comforting and familiar - "for caring about me, even when I couldn't see it."

Ivan opened his mouth, closed it. He squeezed his hand back. If Till didn't know better, he would even say he was blushing a little.

Maybe he would always have a bit of regret for not really seeing Ivan earlier. Maybe Ivan would apologize many more times for kissing him without permission. Maybe he would try to apologize for hurting Till, even if he didn't. Not really. All the pain he had felt - the real pain - was cured the moment he had known he would be okay. Maybe they would still struggle a lot, have bad and good days, but maybe that was okay.

#alnst #ivantill #alien stage #ivantill fic #alnst till #alnst ivan #alnst mizi #mywriting #hope u enjoy anon! #ivantill requests/prompts are open to all btw #they rly help motivate me soooo

[deus-ex-mona]

tfw you get instant karma for calling this cat jeffrey >:(

#gotta vent here bc i’m still very???? ???????(ʘ‿ʘ)?????? #the main machine that my workstation’s supposed to use for the audit freakin’ ascended??? without???? reason???? #like we spent all morning trying to calibrate the values and stuff and i??? what a waste of time???? why now???? on audit day?????? #and also!!! the aircon near my workstation started to leak!!!!!!!! and a (probable) visiting higher up was the one who pointed it out!!! #hooray!!!!!! (ʘ‿ʘ) and she knew my name for some reason??? so i’m ✨terrified✨ ngl #i tried to clean up the water as quickly as i could after she pointed it out… but what if i get written up for not spotting it sooner? (ʘ‿ʘ) #pls have mercy on me i’m just a lowly little newbie on ✨probation✨ #thank goodness i’ll get to yeet off from this workstation after the audit… #so. long story short… don’t make fun of fictional characters (cats included) on important days >:( #i hope things go well for the rest of the afternoon or something. pls have mercy on me jeffrey the cat :( #inedible blubbering

[sunraies]

How about the reader being a waitress and spilling Rafes drink all over him accidentally and while she's patting him down with a cloth to clean him up he gets an erection with smut pretty please

Sure! I made Rafe soft, no pun intended. I've only proofread once x

Spilt Drink

Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Warnings - MDNI!! +18, slight sub!reader x dom!Rafe, smoking reader, smoking, fingering, P in V, pill mentioned, rushed smut.

As requested above

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It was a disgustingly hot day. Summer in the Outerbanks was always hot, humid and dry. The Cut was always a dull yellow and the roads dust. While Figure Eight was lush and green with the tarmac melting on the roads.

One good thing about working at the Country Club was the air conditioning but the black restaurant uniform code, still made you sweat. That day you decided to wear as little as possible in the form of a little black dress. Still technically in the uniform code but more cooling than the polo shirt and black pants combo you normally wore.

The moment Rafe entered with Topper and Kelce, he had to do a double take on you. You looked so different, he couldn't pin point how as he had seen you in both your work and Pogue attire but in that dress you looked gorgeous.

You groaned internally as you spotted who walked in after finishing cleaning a table. The three of them were always so loud, taking up the plush sofa chairs in the middle as they would most likely be there for the rest of the afternoon. They had clearly been golfing that morning as Rafe's cheeks were a little pink from the sun.

"Hi, what can I get you?" You asked was fake smile and sweet tone as you pulled your notepad and pen from your apron.

"3 beers" Kelce said, not even looking at you.

"And a water" Topper added as Rafe just sneak looks at you.

He hid his smirk with his hand, faking uninterest as he looked you up and down. Subconsciously you pulled the hem of your dress down a little

"Coming right up" you gave them another smile before heading to the bar and placing the order.

"Rafe was totally checking you out" Mags said as she poured the drinks, giving you a wink. The slightly older woman was one of your close friends.

"Oh fuck off" you whispered "He was not"

"Girl, he was. Man was practically giving you the sex eyes"

"Shut up. He was not"

"I mean who wouldn't. You are killer in that dress"

You tugged the hem again before noticing the top would pull down more, giving a lot of cleavage.

"Why didn't you tell me it did this?!" You hissed

She just hummed and continuing with the drinks. "You look good" she shrugged "not that you don't always"

You shook your head and smiled at her before carrying the drinks over. You interrupted them in the middle of laughing about something. As you placed the drinks down, everything was going fine until the condensation on the glass made it slip out of your hand. 

Time seemed to go in slow motion as the glass hit the table, toppling on its side and pouring all of its contents into Rafe's lap. He managed to open his legs the minute the beer hit him, causing most to go on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, sir" In your panic you went into full customer service mode.

You needed this job, and if he went to your boss, you would be out the door. Just your luck to spill a drink in Rafe fucking Cameron's lap.

He tried not to groan as you leant over him, dabbing his lap with napkins from the table. He felt intoxicated by the smell of your shampoo, perfume and sweat. He closed his eyes a moment as he realised he could see down your dress before slightly jumping as you applied pressure to his crotch.

"I got it" He snapped, trying to take the napkins from you but it was too late as you felt it.

Your cheeks burned as you noticed his erection and quickly moved away. "I'll go get you another beer"

You got Mags to get the drink as you hurried out back, claiming you needed a smoke. As you pushed the back door open, your hands fumbled for your cigarettes before popping a smoke in your mouth before realising you forgot your lighter.

"Fuck"

You stood against the wall in the shade, desperately trying not to overthink the whole scene in there. Had he really been looking at you that way and was he really that big, or were you imagining it.

As you were about to head back inside the door opened again and your eyes widened as Rafe walked out. A small part of you was a little scared, although he was never awful to you, he was still a Pogue hating Kook and you had just embarrassed him.

"You need a light?"

You stared at him, that was not the reaction you had been expecting "What?"

"You need a light?"  He pulled out his own cigarette from his pocket and lit it before passing you the lighter

"Your hand's shaking, sweetheart" He pointed out as you took the lighter.

"Just been a hard day" you muttered taking a drag before realising the pun "god, shit, sorry! A long day..."

Your cheeks burned again as you covered your face, deciding to stop talking. You exhaled a shaky breathe as he hummed, leaving the silence between you.  He moved to rest against the wall beside you, his arm touching yours. You didn't dare move until he spoke.

"You don't have any fucking idea, what happened in there, do you?" He sighed, looking over at you.

"I'm honestly so sorry"

You took a few glances at him, noticing him just staring at you before his jaw ticked and he blew out a few smoke rings.

"Why do you keep staring?"  You muttered "because if you are thinking of ways to kill me, stop"

His jaw ticked again before he let out a low chuckle. "I'm staring because you are gorgeous and I'm thinking of ways to fuck you"

You swallowed, glad the wall was holding you up as your knees felt weak. Anyone else talking to you in that way would have been punched but the way his eyes were blown and the effect you knew you had on him. It was causing a whole damn zoo to explode in your stomach.

He smirked, watching your reaction before finishing his smoke, throwing the butt away before you mirrored his actions.

"Would you like that, baby girl?" He asked leaning closer to you as you nodded. "Words, sweetheart"

"Yes" you breathed out

"Yes? What?" His eyes were teasing. You frowned at him a little before he gave you a clue "you know what the word did to me"

"Yes, sir?" You were uncertain before a smile broke out on his face.

"Good" He whispered, his ringed hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran over your bottom lip.

Your breath hitched in your chest as his ocean eyes locked on yours before he leaned in more. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, before he finally kissed you. He tasted of smoke but you didn't care as his lips were so soft and he knew what he was doing. He gently bit your lip, causing you to gasp and give his tongue entrance.

You felt a warm tingle down your spine as you felt his large hand against your lower back, pulling you towards him. He chuckled against your lips as you wrapped a leg around him.

"Needy, aren't you baby?"  He purred, breaking away to kiss your neck.

You can't help the moan that escape you as he nibbled a sweet spot while his hand glided up your thigh. You knew you had already soaked through your underwear as he continued peppering your neck and jawline in kisses.

A dark laugh left him as his fingers finally glided over your panties. "I've barley touch you and you're already so wet for me, pretty girl"

You whined and his hand slid beneath your panties and he began to rub your clit in slow circles

"We don't have much time, baby"  He whispered "someone could catch us any minute"

"I don't care" you moaned, head resting against the wall "as long as you keep doing that"

"Just this?" He smirked before you gasp as he slided two fingers into you. He knew what he was doing as you began to come undone.

"You look so pretty falling apart for me, baby" He teased.

Soon you were gasping, tightening around his fingers as your legs shook. You whined as he pulled away "Ready?"

"Fuck me, Rafe" you whispered, pulling him in for a kiss. He hesitated before you said "I'm on the pill"

Your eyes widened, seeing how big he actually was. Even feeling it briefly earlier didn't do him justice. You whimpered and whined as he kissed you cheeks, nose and forehead

"I know, baby, I know" He whispered "you can take it, pretty girl. I know you can take it"

He was so gentle until you asked for more. He was just the right amount of rough and soon you both climaxed. His head was buried in your chest while you played with his hair. You both desperately tried to catch your breaths.

You fixed your dress as he pulled away. You both stared at each for a moment before you spoke first.

"I should. I should probably go back inside" you turned to the door.

"Wait!"  He stopped you as he held the door shut. Here would be the part he made you swear to tell no one "Do you want to go on a date? We could hang out? Lunch or Dinner?"

You swallowed and nodded slowly before smiling "sure, I mean I would love too. I have tomorrow off"

The smile that forms on his face, melts your heart before he held the door open for you "I'll pick you up and we'll go to the main land"

There was the catch, you couldn't be seen together in Outerbanks but all the thoughts stopped when he kissed you quick again.

Once back inside, it was like nothing ever happened. Rafe went back to his friends but looked at you every so often as you continued to work. You were so thankful that the back area was walled off and there was no cameras but you were 90% sure Mags knew.

#rafe cameron #outer banks rafe #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #outerbanks #outerbanks fic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron smut #rafe request

[fictionalwh0ree]

hiii!! i was wondering if u could do a billie eilish x fem!reader where maybe people finding out that billie has a gf and theyre being rlly shitty about it, so reader gets insecure and billie reassures her & like, defends her? total fluff, im such a sucker for billie fluff <3

coming out- billie eilish

summary: after billie comes out and fans piece together your relationship, you're flooded with hate comments. thankfully, billie is there to console you and defend you.

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of homophobia/hate comments

it was only hours after billie’s variety article had come out. only hours after she came out. the idea was that you’d give it a couple weeks or so before you’d come clean about your relationship and reveal yourselves to the world, but her fans were smart, and quick. they quickly pieced together your relationship, analyzing your every photo together as “friends,” talking between each other, until some fan who chose to stay anonymous confessed to seeing the two of you holding hands at some point. despite there being no photo evidence, everyone was quick to believe it, the chemistry was undeniable. people had shipped you together before but now it was real. Unfortunately, and expectedly, some “fans” were less than supportive. of course, people were homophobic, that was to be expected. the post on billieeilishtours that covered your rumoured relationship was a mix of support, skepticism, and hatred.

you hadn’t realized what had happened until your phone started blowing up, notifications every other second. billie was out, you knew she’d tell you to ignore it, but you couldn’t help it. you began to scroll through the fanpage post. some of the comments were vile, vile enough that your eyes were watering. some called the two of you slurs, others wished death on you. a couple of them blamed you for her sexuality, saying you had “ruined her.” you even saw some calling you a homewrecker, saying you had broken up her and her ex-boyfriend’s relationship. truth was you had been friends for a while, but you didn’t start dating until months after their break-up. the comments struck a nerve, you fought the urge to start sobbing.

then, a notification came from your messages.

bil<3

on my way home

you didn’t know whether she had been seeing what you’d seen, and you didn’t want to risk worrying her, so you wiped your eyes, put your phone to the side, and put on a movie while you laid in bed. you tried your hardest to focus on the movie, but your mind flashed back to everything you’d read. you picked up your phone, ready to scroll through tiktok or instagram in hopes of taking your mind off things, but as you texted some friends and scrolled through posts, your notifications were going crazy. her “fans” had started to attack you, commenting hateful things your posts, requesting to dm you, all to call you ugly, or say you weren’t good enough for her, or to call you a slur. suddenly, every post was filled with insults. tears brimmed your eyes again, and you couldn’t hold them back. you cried softly, the words imprinted into your brain.

as another attempt to distract yourself, you opened tiktok, but you encountered the same problem. different users with billie as their profile pictures commented relentlessly. the seriousness of the situation had taken you from crying silently to sobbing uncontrollably. you wanted to put your phone down so bad, but they drew you in, the words starting to convince you yourself of these things. you didn’t even hear the front door open, or the footsteps up the stairs. in fact, you only noticed billie was home when the bedroom door opened. you quickly threw your phone to the side and wiped your tears with your sleeves, sniffling.

“baby, did you see-” she began as she opened the door, stopping once she saw the state you were in. her face dropped into one of concern.

“hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, coming to sit next to you.

“nothing,” you mumbled, but the tears that were still rolling made you very unconvincing.

she picked up your phone, seeing what you had seen. she took a moment to read some of them before looking back up at you, tears brimming her own eyes.

“y/n,” she said pitifully before wrapping her arms around you tightly.

you hugged her back, the two of you crying into each others arms for a moment before you whispered something so gently that she probably wouldn’t have heard it if you were even an inch further from her.

“they’re right,” the words were followed by soft sobs on your part.

billie broke the hug, looking at you with a shocked and confused expression.

“no,” she said firmly, her eye contact unbreaking, “they’re wrong.”

“how do you know?” you sniffled, wiping your own tears off your face.

“you’re perfect, you’re sweet and you’re caring, you’re the most selfless person i know, you know me better than anyone else, and you’re beautiful,” she confessed, offering you a smile which you returned, “if anything, i’m the lucky one.”

“alright, i don’t know if i’d push it that far,” you laughed softly.

“they’re just jealous y’know?” she said.

“uh huh,” you said sarcastically, smiling at her.

“i’m serious!” she smiled back.

“those bitches are all jealous because we have what they want. can you blame them?” she joked, causing you to laugh.

she placed a kiss on your lips before pulling out her own phone.

“we’re gonna settle this right now,” she said as she opened instagram, picking photos of the two of you together to post.

“you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you said.

“i want to,” she assured.

she saved it as a draft, making you a bit confused. she opened her stories, making a black screen before starting to type, thats when you realized what she was doing.

some of the comments i’ve seen about me and my girl today are absolutely disgusting. if you can’t find it in your heart to support us, then shut the fuck up and fuck off. don’t call yourself my fan if you have or were going to comment hateful shit on any posts about us.

the text made you smile to yourself. she posted the draft from earlier with a heart in the caption and immediately disabled the comments. she shared the post to her own story and added a text above it.

anyway, here’s some gay ass shit for all u real fans

you laughed at the text as she posted it and set her phone down. you kissed her hard, a smile on your lips and one on hers.

“i love you,” you said.

“i love you more.”

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[savannahsdeath]

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

♯unexpected visit

mdni please<3

summary: you and ellie are during an intense moment when someone visits you

warnings: 18+!! smut, drinking

writers note: this ones short soo enjoy💞

Ellie's palm slowly moved up and down your clit, sometimes being too painfully slow for your liking. She felt you coming close as she circled your clit with her thumb while pumping her fingers in you.

“That's it, let it out.” As she pushed in you one last time, holding down your hips to make sure she'd hit the right spot, you tipped right over the edge again and came.

Your body was more sensitive now, even the feel of her cleaning you up seemed painful and new as she forced you to watch her spread your cum all over her tongue.

Right in this moment you heard the door's opened. Ellie tilted her head with a confused look as if to ask: 'did you invite someone?'

And then you remembered...

"Shit, Els, Jesse and Dina told us they'll visit-"

Before you could end, she cut you off.

"Dress up, I'll tell them you'll join us in a minute."

You nodded.

Oh, how easy it was for her - she was fully clothed with only sleeves rolled up. And you're clothes were lying all over the floor.

You quickly put them on and brushed your hair, which was really messy due all of the sensations.

You ran up to the kitchen after only a minute, proud of how quick you managed to be. Ellie was sitting opposite of the couple, chatting with them like she didn't just make you cry for her.

"Babe..." She whispered when she saw you, holding back a laugh.

"What's wrong?" You looked down at your outfit.

Oh.

It's not just the fact that you wore Ellie's shirt, which you picked on accident. You also put it on inside out, so the tag was sticking out. You mumbled some fuck me's, took it off and put back in, right this time. It was too big for you but you felt comfortable with the previous owner's scent on it.

You're body was still sensitive, so you leaned on the counter and grabbed a glass of water.

You weren't in mood for talking at all, so you just listened to them.

It wasn't really interesting - mostly Ellie bullying Jesse or him trying to make fun of her but miserably failing every time. At this point, even his girlfriend laughed at him. You were the only one who wasn't so mean, so he wanted you to join them.

"Sit down, y/n!"

You shook your head. You knew you won't be able to sit down without hissing in pain.

"Damn, what's wrong with her? All quiet and introverted all of sudden. What did you do to this poor girl, Ellie?" He asked, more serious than you'd expect him to be.

Dina playfully nudged him on the shoulder. "What do you think she did?"

"I don't know, locked up in a basement and brainwashed, maybe?" He frowned, still seeming serious, like he really believes that.

"Dumbass." Ellie played with the glass she was holding, pushing it on the table from one hand to another.

Jesse raised his eyebrows and put his arms in the air in mock-innocence. "What? That's something you're capable of."

"Okay, stop it. It's really obvious - they fucked." Dina rolled her eyes.

"Wow, thank you for saying that out loud." You managed to speak up.

"Cool." He tried to seem as untouched by this information as possible. "And again, what does that has to do with sitting down?"

She laughed and Ellie joined her quickly after.

"It's not like you know something about that." Your girlfriend smirked.

He downed the liquid in his glass, probably some kind of alcohol. "I'd rather go back to talking about you messing up your girl than bullying me again."

"I'd rather not talk about what Els does to me, if my opinion even matters." You shrugged, clearly annoyed. "You shouldn't care so much, that's weird. If I didn't know you, I'd think talking about this turns you on."

"You all are acting like I started it. I only wanted you to sit down..."

It was normal for Jesse to get carried away, he often couldn't drop the topic by himself so he just continued until someone stopped him.

Dina giggled. "Come on, Jesse, leave the poor girl be." She took a sip from her own drink.

The subject changed to something more family friendly after hers words.

You sat next to Ellie, successfully holding back a groan. She immediately wrapped her arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

"You know we can see your hickeys, right?" She whispered right to your ear, so only you heard.

You instinctively run your fingers through your neck, feeling a few sore spots on it.

"And who's fault is it?" You asked mockingly, trying to hide your embarrassment.

Ellie chuckled and patted your side, not letting go of you.

The feeling of the tag on the shirt brushing against the back of your neck reminded you of everything that happened.

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[dancingbabya-notes]

Their name for you

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Your partner didn’t always call you by the nickname he has for you now, but there was a reason that he started referring to you that way.

Characters: Togata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, Shinso Hitoshi, Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Shoji Mezo, Todoroki Shoto

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Mirio

You simply shook the snow that was covering your wings and quickly melted sending a terrible chill up your spine. “Fuck it’s freezing.”

“Oh, come on L/N, it’s not that cold.” Yuyu laughs as she throws another snowball at your back.

Squeaking when the snow slides down your skin between your wings. “Yuyu!” Your quirk picked up making the immediate section around you colder.

Suddenly someone’s hands were on your shoulders. “Now Birdy, calm down a little bit. If you’re cold I can just keep your warm.”

You nearly shoved your classmate away with your wings, but the bandage that was holding two of the four in splints prevented that. “Mirio, I’d beat you if I could.”

“Awe come on Sunshine, don’t pout.”

Sighing a bit, you lean back into his hold. “Fuck off.”

“That’s my Birdy.”

You quirked a brow. “You know if anyone, but you called me birdy I’d probably get suspended.”

Feeling his chest as he hums you roll your eyes before continuing the walk to class.

Amajiki

“Y/N.” you whip around completely forgetting where you were and the pile of fabric that your classmates had stacked on your head to see how much weight could be put on your head before you stopped working-- which was a lot more than they thought so they stopped mid-way.

Your body teetered as you tried to adjust it, so you sat properly-- not a poor example of a shrimp while you were working on your projects-- and you also fell backward because a lot of the fabric was still attached to the bolts. Before you could fall back into the precariously placed bag of sewing supplies, arms pulled you up, so you were at least on the tips of your feet as Amajiki kept you from sustaining further injury than was allowed.

“Sorry Amajiki,” you chuckle a little bit glancing at the mess behind you. “Damn I could have sworn I told them to clean up everything after they were done.”

“Are you okay Lovely?” His face was red, and he would probably pass out if he didn’t calm down soon.

“Yes, I’m fine, but why the nick name all of a sudden?” you chuckle making sure you had a clear space to stand.

You could just see his head practically burning up from how red he was getting. “ I- I

Smiling, you give him a quick hug. “I like it, Tamaki.”

He stood there for a moment before pulling his tall form into a ball on the ground, incoherent rambling comes out, but you did hear a mention of your name and how he thought lovely suited you which made your ears burn as you tried to busy yourself with cleaning up the mess.

Shinso

He could have been stereotypical and called you “Kitten” or “kitty” but no. You didn’t remember a cat in his eyes, and no matter how much he argued that he was a cat person, your personality was not cat like.

“Puppy, are we out of the cat treats again?” Hitoshi asked one day while you were busy cleaning the bathroom.

You nearly took out the tub spout with the speed with which your head came up, recoiling from impact you fell face first into the cloth you were using to clean the tub. There was no worry about chemical burn you were rinsing the tub which made how you hit the tub spout even more confusing. Hitoshi runs into the bathroom to see what happened and if you were okay.

Although it was a bit strained you managed to speak. “Y-yeah we ran out a few days ago I wrote it on the fridge.”

Shutting off the water and checking the back of your head for any sign of blood Hitoshi groans. “Thats not important are you okay puppy?”

There it was again. You look up at him, eyes big as you point to yourself. “You mean me puppy?”

“Yes, you’re…

He didn’t get a chance to finish his explanation as you ignored the slight throbbing in the back of your head as you practically tackled him to the ground into a hug. Defeated and tired, his hand rubs your back as he doesn’t even bother getting off the still very wet floor, he’d have to take a long bath later and he’d be lucky if you let him have that long before you complained that you wanted his attention again.

“Yup, definitely a puppy.” he sighs, as you hug him a little tighter. It was a wonder you weren’t in any specialized field with how much strength you had, but it was mainly due to working at your family’s pet shelter and being the only one confident enough to handle the more playful dogs.

Bakugo

You’d called your boyfriend many different terms of affection depending on how you were feeling. But he very rarely used one for you. It didn’t matter to you because you knew he showed affection differently.

“Tsuki!” You shout from the second floor of your house, you both decided early on to buy a house and whoever wanted to keep it could not that it mattered he had absolutely no plans of leaving you alone at any time.

When you were met with silence you leaned out of the doorway. “Tsuki!” being a little bit louder.

Thinking that he was wearing headphones or something you were about to scream for him. Only for him to tap you on the shoulder. Nearly jumping from your skin, you leaned a little too far on the banister. His arm catching you before you can fall over.

“I just keep catching you don’t I, happy?”

You nearly narrow your eyes at him, but he just pulls you closer before kissing the top of your head.

“Happiness needs someone to be Happy.” he mumbles.

You smile as you hug him tightly. “We gotta replace the banister now, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do, the hell were you yelling about anyway?” he frowns looking into the room you were just in.

You pull him in and point. “Ah, um… we should probably call an exterminator.”

Midoriya

You roll your eyes as Midoriya was once again showing off during agency training, everyone was doing their best to get stronger and not everyone had the correct conditions to train their quirks-- you included, seeing as every time you tried to train you regenerative quirk you were practically grounded to the school. IT wasn’t like you didn’t understand why he was praised, there was more to it than simply training. But you still found yourself saying: “Congratulations do you want a cookie?”

Midoriya smiles as he pulls you into a tight hug. “Yes, I do Cookie.”

Your heart leapt a bit as he did this, but deciding to be a bit of a menace he bites your cheek. Pushing him away you huff. “That’s not sanitary I’m covered in sweat.”

Suddenly he was pushed off you. “For fucks sake keep your damn hands to yourself.” Bakugo groans as he nudges you a bit too.

Which was a bit of an alarm for you since he was not one to pull his punches with any of them. You grab his arm watching as he seemed to relax a bit. “How long have you been avoiding me Blasty?”

“None of your damn business mind reader.”

“Awe come on, Kacchan, Cookie is as sweet on you as they are on me,” Midoriya pouts a bit as he pushes against Bakugo’s still extended arm.

Bakugo rolls his eyes a bit as he doesn’t budge. “I don’t want any part of your sappy relationship.”

“Are you sure? Puppy would probably be much more excited if you were a part of it,” you tease as you wait for your quirk to stop patching him up.

Kaminari

Bouncing from one foot to the other you hated waiting for Power-loader to allow you into the lab, it wasn’t like you were banned from it you simply were given time limits. With your quirks it was kind of like a cooldown because who knew how dazed you’d be if you spent the entire day using your flame breath. Once allowed inside you zip from one space to another quickly grabbing your things and returning to your earlier tasks. Kaminari, who needed you to recalibrate his disk shooters.

“You look like a little bumblebee buzzing about.” He chuckles.

Pausing in your tracks you look directly at him. “Thank you for the compliment. Now put your disk shooters on my table space so I can start fixing them.”

“Of course, bumblebee,” He beams before getting hit with something.

“No. No.” You frown covering your face, because now your heart was in your ears. Great you’ll have to face the consequences of this later because this idiot decided to say something like that. Making fall a little bit more in love with him.

Hearing a sharp. “L/N!” before trying to clean up the mess you’d just made.

Kirishima

Since you had a harder time with Japanese than you’d like to admit so early on in your relationship you called your friend Kirishima “Edgy” because for some reason his name just made you think that was the right way to say his name on top if his quirk.

“Eiji, where are my extra weights?” It wasn’t uncommon for him to be in your apartment at any moment simply because he enjoyed being in your company.

He looks around. “Uh, I dunno Babe do you think you forgot them?”

“No, I haven’t even used them yet.” You mumble trying to think.

“Baby.”

As you pace around the mini gym you had in your apartment you look for the missing weights.

“Love.”

Not finding them in the closet you cross your arms.

“The light of my life.”

Glaring at the ground you try to wrack your brain for where you could have placed them coming up blank when your face is picked up and squished in a hand that was rather large.

“Rosebud.”

Blinking you look at Eijiro confused as you felt embarrassed for ignoring him this whole time before a sharp smile is in your face.

“You left them by the door rosebud.” he chuckles a bit before planting a kiss on your nose and pulling away.

“You’re the worst you know that right?”

He simply laughs before pulling you into a hug and preparing your face with kisses.

Shoji

Dating was difficult with your quirk. Eyes constantly glued to the ground and never looking at another if you can help yourself. So, when your current partner started referring to you by a pet name you couldn’t help but look up at him. Towering over you small frame as he crossed his arms.

“Stardust when was the last time you took a break?” Mezo wasn’t mad and you knew that, but your head hung down a little bit.

“I can’t remember,” was all you could muster before he plucked you up from your computer chair like he normally would.

Pouting a little bit, it was hard for you to even fathom why he called you this, even as you were being placed on the couch.

As if reading your mind Mezo chuckles as he pulls a blanket from the nearby chair. “I call you stardust because of the performance from school.”

“Huh?”

“Because the first time you really looked up your eyes sparkled like stars.”

You pull the blanket over your head not even wanting to look at him. “Mezo that’s not fair.”

Todoroki

“Sho?” you felt like every time you visited this man, you’d lose him somewhere in the maze that was his childhood home. Not that there were any happy memories left from the large place, but you found that for his other family members sakes he returned.

You were surprised by how accommodating the entire building was, though you had to gently remind yourself that not everyone was the same height as Enji. Not finding the dual quirk user anywhere near where you’d been, you began hunting for him. Because the moment you left without telling him first you could only imagine the problems that would cause and the abuse of money that would start.

As you looked around for your boyfriend you wondered about something for a while now, Shoto had never referred to you by your given name, he’d often tap you or stood behind you-- often giving you a near heart attack when you’d turn and almost smack him with your wing.

“Sho, where are you?” you call out a bit as you kept looking around.

Fuyumi waves as she notices you in the hall. “Oh, y/n I was wondering where were, have you seen Shoto?”

Shaking your head, you sigh. “I was just looking for him so I can let him know I was gonna head home.”

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[oreosmilkshakes]

Forever Mine

Pairing: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x reader

Fandom: Marvel- Black Panther Wakanda Forever

Word Count: 2,764

Warning(s): Dark Namor, !!there may be spoilers!!, violence, stalking behaviour, assault, kidnapping, dark ending

A/N: I hope I got the language Namor spoke correctly. I would be so disappointed if I didn’t :((. I watched BPWF recently and guess who I fell for               ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)? Also, cringy title, I know. Anyway, here is my contribution to Namor. Not my best work but here is another dark (I hope) fic by me. Happy reading!

Taglist: NIL

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The first time she saw him… it was close to midnight.

Her eyes had trouble seeing in the dark night, with the light emitting from her home giving no help. There was a dark silhouette standing under a tree, by the rocks where water would occasionally strike it. [Name]’s breath hitched, frozen on the spot. She really tried to make out the figure but he just stood there amongst the darkness.

“H-hello?” She called out to the figure, swallowing nervously. Her heart raced, feeling a drop of sweat trickling down her forehead. [Name] blinked, only to find the dark figure had seemingly disappeared into thin air. She felt goosebumps covering her skin, rubbing her arms quickly to try to calm herself.

[Name] tried looking out for the figure, even calling out. Perhaps the darkness had played tricks on her, shadows of the night that danced in the darkness. After all, the mind was a powerful tool. She ventured closer to where the figure was, noticing something glinting at her.

“Huh?” She tilted her head, kneeling down to dust the sand off the item. It winked at her. Under the pale moonlight, she could make out the item. It was a bracelet, made out of green jewels and a study fibre as its strings. Her fingers picked up the bracelet, dusting more sand off.

Did someone lose this? Perhaps it belonged to someone from the village. It certainly didn’t look like it had an owner. The jewel looked exotic and did not look like it belonged to this land.

Clutching the bracelet close, [Name] briskly made her way back home, making sure her windows and doors were locked. She couldn’t stop thinking of the haunting silhouette as she changed into her nightgown, the bracelet now left on the bedside table. A soft yawn escaped her lips, switching off the bedside lamp. She drifted off to sleep with nothing by the figure and the bracelet on her mind.

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The next time she saw him..it was close to noon, where the day was bright.

The sun was a comforting warmth as [Name] smoothed her sundress down. It had been a month since her unexpected encounter and she had forgotten about it with the brace around her wrist now. The very next day, she went to the village, asking around if the bracelet belonged to anyone but her actions were futile. The bracelet belonged to no one so she decided to wear it. It was a gorgeous piece of jewellery and it would be a shame to just leave it alone. [Name] hummed a soft tune to herself, broom in hand as she cleaned up her front porch of any dead leaves. She never regretted living alone, so far out in the country and so close to the water where it was always peaceful.

She stopped humming when she heard singing. The woman paused her chore, listening closely. Amidst the wind and the sound of the waves, someone was singing. She set the broom against the wall, leaving the comforts of her home to follow the source of the singing. It was like a trance, like magic. She couldn’t pull away from the trance even if she wanted to. She inched closer to the water, the soft, magical tune stopped and that’s when she saw him.

A man. A man with pointed ears, dressed in the most gorgeous pieces of jewellery she had ever seen and nothing but green shorts. He was tall, skin a beautiful tan, broad chest exposed for the world to see. Her jaw slacked as she studied the man from head to toe. He wore a calm expression but [Name] could see his eyes–oh, his eyes were dark and clouded. He took a step forward and she took a step back. “H-hello? Who are you?” Her voice trembled, betraying the brave look she tried to wear. The man’s expression changed, from calm to amused. He took another step forward again and she saw briefly..wings on his ankles as she took another step back.

“No. Stay away!” The woman yelped as he took another step and this time, he didn’t stop.

[Name] turned tail, running back to her home with her heart pounding against her chest. She slammed the door shut, looking through the blinds to see if the man had followed her. She waited and waited and waited.

Nothing.

He was definitely not human. She knew she lived in a world where aliens and gods existed but to have people dwelling in the water? That was something new altogether. [Name] didn’t hesitate, rushing to her laptop to research what she just saw. What a nightmare.

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The third time she met him..it was five to one at night.

Her research was fruitless. Nobody, seemingly no one, has ever seen a man with pointed ears or anyone dwelling in the waters. [Name] kept on thinking and thinking about him and it haunted her waking days.

Why did he show himself? Did he want something? Did he want to hurt her?

[Name] didn’t know. ‘If he wanted me dead, he could have done it several times over, now,’ She thought, sitting on the steps of her front porch. But, of course, that didn’t mean she could rule that thought out. A rustling sound pulled the woman out of her deep thoughts and a man stumbled towards the beach. He carried a bottle in his hand, his each step wobbled.

‘Oh good. A drunk near my home,’ She sighed and it caught the drunkard’s attention.

He grinned an ugly smile, raising the bottle at her. It looked empty.

“Hmm..what’s a pretty lady doing out here?” The man slurred, approaching the woman. She stood immediately, moving back as the man got closer and closer.

“Come on, little lady. Give me some entertainment?” He offered disgustingly and she almost gagged at that. He had a hand on her and the woman struggled. “No! Get off of me!” She shoved the man off, taking off towards the beach. The man struck his cheek against the pillar, groaning. “You little bitch! Get back here!” He growled, giving chase to the woman.

[Name] turned back as she ran, the drunk man was catching up to her. She screamed loudly when he tackled her, the bottle forgotten in the sand as his hands moved to her dress.

“A little fun won’t hurt,” The drunk cackled, gripping her dress tightly. Tears pricked her eyes as she struggled, fighting against the strength of the man but exhaustion was close to getting her. Both hands went to her face, protecting it from the man. He gave another ugly smile, the smell of alcohol was strong in her face. “That’s it. Just let it happen. It’ll be over soon eno-,” [Name] screamed, feeling something warm splattered all over her. Her body soon felt light, the weight of the man no longer on her as the man fell to the side with a soft ‘thud’. With shaking hands, she opened to look but her view was obscured as she was pulled into a warm, wet chest. A strong arm wrapped around her shoulder, keeping her very close.

“Don’t look,” The deep, accented voice instructed. [Name] wanted to fight, to push away but all she could do was cry in the man’s chest. She didn’t need to look to see who it was. The smell of salt was enough. She cried and sobbed, shaken by the incident. An arm moved under her knee and the other kept a firm, yet soft grip on her shoulder. The man picked her up, slowly walking back in the direction of his love’s seaside home. His ear twitched. His love was quiet as he got closer to her home and he could only conclude that she had fallen asleep in his arms.

Namor’s expression was dark, a calm anger behind his eyes. He set the woman down on her bed, tears covered her smooth cheek. He clenched his jaw, a boiling anger grew in his heart. He hated the surface dwellers and the drunk man was one example why.

How dare he hurt his love? The woman he had been watching ever since she moved into this seaside home.

Namor had grabbed a rag from the kitchen, cleaning the blood off [Name]’s skin. The pale orange dress she wore was ruined and the King made a mental note to replace it with something made by his people. His hands carefully peeled the dress, eyes darkening further at the bare sight before him.

His love was gorgeous.

His queen was worthy of his love.

Namor covered the woman with her blanket, a hand moving to her cheeks to wipe the tear stains away as he leaned down, warm lips brushing her ear.

“Mix máak teech yaan u mentik loob Ma'atech asab, in yaakunaj,” (No one will ever hurt you again, my love) Namor whispered, leaving the woman’s home. He discarded the dress, approaching the dead body. His grand spear stuck out of the human’s body, blood tainted the rich sand. He growled under his breath, gripping the spear. He ripped it out of the body, blood flowed down from the blade to the base of his weapon.

“Asqueroso,” The King spat, leaving the beach. He would have to request the aid of his soldiers to clean up the beach so as to not taint his love’s mind further.

[Name] woke with the bright sun shining on her eyelids. Her body felt heavy and tired, and the memory of last night was faint and a blur. She pushed her blanket off, noticing her bare form underneath it. The longer she stared at her bare skin, the more she began to remember. A loud gasp left her lips, scrambling out of her bed. She reached for her robe, slipping it on as she rushed out the front door.

What happened after the assault was a blur but she remembered the voice. The deep and comforting voice.

[Name] ran to the spot where the incident happened, expecting to find the police and locals surrounding the area but nothing. There was nothing. No people, no drunkard. Nothing. She swallowed, turning to return home. A part of her was afraid to even think about last night’s incident but another part of her sought comfort in the thought that the man had saved her.

The woman shut the door behind her, glancing to her sofa to find an orange piece of fabric. It was beautifully decorated and the material looked soft. She approached the fabric, holding it up. A dress, one to replace yesterday’s. A soft smile spread on her lips, holding the fabric close.

She would have to thank him the next time she saw the man.

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But the next time she met him, it was a whole month after that dreadful incident.

[Name] would wait for the man to appear, venturing towards the rocks where she first saw his silhouette or further into the beach with hopes of finding him. Everyday and everynight.

But nothing.

The man didn’t return.

[Name] thought the man had abandoned her, perhaps finding some other woman to be his muse.

Then one night, when the clock almost struck 12 once more, she saw him walking out of the water. The moon was bright that day, giving her a clear view of the man. Her lips parted, heart racing with anticipation as she slowly approached him. It was only then did she realise how much he towered over her. Saltwater coated his skin and she watched as he ran a hand through his wet hair.

“It’s you..,” [Name] began, swallowing as her eyes studied the man closely. His eyes wore the same darkness but it also carried some softness to it.

“Who are you? What are you? I-I cannot thank you enough for saving me. I-,” She stopped, forcing her tears back. Her head hung low, a hand moving to wipe her eyes quickly.

Namor moved a hand under her chin, lifting her head up slowly.

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan. Others who are not in favour, they call me Namor..,” He drifted off, thumb gently brushing her chin as he stared deep into the woman’s eyes.

“K’uk’ulkan,” She spoke, slowly and it sent tingles down the King’s spine. The way his name rolled off her tongue was like music to his ears. He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, humming lowly.

“I am the King of Talokan, my empire, my people. We reside beneath the Atlantic, away from the eyes of..surface dwellers,” She could hear the venom towards the end, flinching a little from the harshness. She brought a hand to his bicep, gently squeezing it in an attempt to comfort the King.

[Name] felt utmost grateful to the King and she inched closer to him.

“Thank you..for saving me. If it wasn’t for you, I..I refuse to think what would even happen if you hadn’t come,” She stopped, moving her head away to look at the distant sea. Namor moved his hands to her hips, gently gripping it. He leaned in, brushing his nose against her hair. “No one will ever hurt you again, mi amor. I will make sure of it,” He whispered lowly. [Name] rested her head against Namor’s chest momentarily, taking in his warmth in this cool night.

[Name] thought back on Namor’s words. It’s clear he didn’t exactly like humans. She knew how destructive they can be. But why her? Why did he not kill her? What makes her so special?

“Why me?” The woman pulled away, eyes meeting Namor’s.

“Hm?” He questioned.

“Why don’t you kill me? Why did you save me? It’s clear you don’t like humans but..but why me?” She asked, wetting her dry lips.

At this, Namor let out a low chuckle. His hand moved to the bracelet around her wrist, thumb brushing against the delicate skin.

“For so long, mi amor, I have watched you. I studied you and the very minute I saw you weren’t a threat, I knew I didn’t want to kill you. Yes, I have a certain hatred towards surface dwellers but it would be irrational of a King to not observe the good and bad aspects of the human race, wouldn’t it? My mother was once human and I accept that part of me,” Namor explained, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair behind the woman’s ear. Her cheeks flushed red and he could hear just how hard her heart was pounding in her chest.

“Do you know the reason why I saved you? Do you know the real reason why I watch you? Because I..,” Namor trailed off, both hands now gripping [Name]’s waist tightly. She winced, brows furrowed as she pushed slightly against the King.

“Because I want you for myself. To be mine and mine only. That filth touched you and I killed him for you. I killed him for you. I decorated my spear with his blood with one thing on my mind– that he hurt you and deserved to die,” [Name] saw his dark eyes, his tone was harsher and his grip was tight.

“L-Let go of me!” She pushed against the King but he refused to let her go.

“No. I will never let you go again. You are mine, [Name]. You are mine and mine only. I will make you my queen and you..you shall bear my child. I will make sure of that,” Namor growled, jaw clenched.

Behind, she could see blue-skinned creatures, dressed like warriors, walking out of the water. The larger male held in his hand a mask.

“No! No!” [Name] screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks as she fought against Namor’s hold. “Please, no! I don’t want this! I don’t want this!” She cried, her arms flailing about. Her fist collided with Namor’s jaw and the King’s head turnt to the side. Her teary eyes widened as Namor slowly turned back to her. Instead of anger, he smirked. Attuma handed his King the mask and he slowly brought it up to the woman’s mouth. [Name] struggled harder but whatever was emitting from the mask made her drowsy.

“No..please..Namor..,” The woman begged, eyes droopy. She slumped against Namor’s strong arm, the mask sitting snugly on her face.

“Sleep now, In yakunaj (my love),” Namor purred, picking the woman up in a bridal style. His lips brushed her forehead in a twisted, loving kiss as he walked towards the water with his soldiers.

“When you wake, everything will be so much better,”

“You are mine..forever,”

#marvel #marvel one shot #namor #namor x reader #black panther wakanda forever #black panther 2 #marvel x reader #namor x fem!reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #Yandere namor #Yandere namor x reader #Yandere namor x you #Yandere namor x y/n #namor imagine #namor one shot #tenoch huerta #mcu x reader

[asuyaka]

☆ Gojo Satoru and his boyfriend are a bit drunk and make it to the bedroom.

★ Fluff, Trans Male Reader!

You were buzzed.

Shoko, and Gojo were too. After all, it was a collective idea to go drinking after the Exchange event, and Gods you were never challenging Shoko Ireiri of all people to a drinking contest.

Gojo joined too just for the hell of it, and was the first one to get drunk. He wasn't very good with alcohol. You lasted about two and a half bottles after him before tapping out.

Yeah, you wanted to get drunk, but not drunk enough not to be able to stand up.

"Yo, [Name]. Is—is that tree fuckin' glowin?" Gojo hiccuped pointing at what looked to be a chair?

Honestly, the alcohol was one of those strong ones that Shoko saved for 'special occasions' as she called it. "I don't fuckin' know man..." You slurred tilting your head back and the white-haired sorcerer.

His blindfold was off, hanging sideways on his hair with slightly red eyes and flushed cheeks. You snorted, yeah, he was definitely out of it.

"What're you laughin' about huh?" Gojo asked—more like yelled— squinting his eyes and getting up close and personal.

You could practically smell the alcohol on his lips. The same ones that just wouldn't shut up when he was teaching. "You just can't shut up, can ya?" You asked holding the sides of his cheeks, forcing him to make a duck face— and fuck if his suprised expression didn't make your dick twitch.

"What? You gonna make me?"

As bad as you wanted to push him against the bed, a couch— fuck even the damn floor and ride him 'till he couldn't get a single thought through that pretty head of his—he was drunk and you weren't going to take advantage of that.

Groaning, you pushed him back to the chair he was sitting on, going to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Even though you drank twice as much as Gojo, you could hold your own when it came to alcohol. Nowhere near as much as the almighty Shoko Ieiri, but it saved you from taking care of her when she's drunk.

When you got back, you caught Gojo dowining another bottle, his blindfold now discarded on the floor. "Oi, stop that. Drink this instead."

Gojo's eyebrows furrowed staring at the water with a pout. "I don't wanna!"

"I'll give you a kiss if you do."

How quickly he took the bottle and drank it was comical.

You rolled your eyes, picking him up despite all his whines about his promised kiss, and dropping him in one of the spare rooms Shoko had at her place.

"[Name]!!" Gojo fussed with an expression that was oddly close to tears. "I want my kiss! Gimme my kiss!"

"You'll get your kiss, just hold on." You deadpanned, kneeling in front of him as you tried to take his shirt off. "Oh... well 'm fine with this too!"

You didn't say anything about his more than suggestive comment, shimmying his shirt over his arms and putting on a new, clean, shirt that didn't have alcohol on it.

Standing back up with a quick peck on Gojo's lips, you changed into a new shirt as well, oversized, so you'd be able to sleep in your boxers.

"Baby... Sleep without a shirt! Wanna see your body..."

"No, Gojo. This is Shoko's place, not yours." You deadpanned, laying down next to him.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—"

"Oh my God, fine, just promise you'll go to sleep."

"PROMISE!!" Gojo beams, watching you take of your shirt and crawl back into bed, scars from sorcery missions and surgery displayed over your torso with moles and bueaty marks accompanying them.

" s'so pretty..." Gojo whispered, tracing his hands over your scars with soft but sleepy eyes.

"Thank you, but you promised, now go to sleep."

Gojo was an affectionate and emotional drunk, you learnt that very quickly, but he was yours, and as his breathing slowly evened out, long white eyelashes covering those big blue eyes you can't help but get lost in, you quickly realized you were in love with him.

Not with the Special-Grade Sorcerer, not with the gifted kid of the almightly Gojo Clan, but the Satoru who wasn't afraid to show his emotions around you—his boyfriend.

The Satoru who kisses and looks at you like you're the most perfect man in the world.

The Satoru who holds your hand and confindes in you, especially after everything that went down after Riko Amanai.

You smiled adoringly, kissing Gojo's forhead and intertwining your hands together, slowly falling asleep.

Yeah, most people may not understand Gojo, most people may see him as an overconfident bastard who doesn't know his own limits.

But they don't know the real Gojo, but you do.

And honestly, you couldn't be happier with anyone else other than the man who was mumbling something about eating a cloud made out of ice cream in his sleep.

...actually... yeah, sometimes, you couldn't understand the things that went through his brain.

#ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 — ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴ' ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ #gojo x male reader #gojo saturo #jjk x male reader #jjk fluff #jjk x trans male reader #transgender #trans male reader #tooth rotting fluff #fluff

[lokis-army-77]

heyyy omg i see your requests are open, could you do an angsty eddie fic with a female reader where they’re fwb and she’s in love with him but he’s always reminding her it’s just a casual thing and doesn’t want a commuted relationship. like he’s hooking up with other people and after a while just realizes he only wants reader. i need him to grovel a bit tho cause obvs reader would be hurt but with a happy ending pls? smut is optional tho just incase you don’t want to write that in that’s fine :)

More than Casual

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 3897

Reader is tired of being just a casual hook up and only when she is gone does Eddie realize the mistake he has made, and one night he shows up at her door, wanting forgiveness.

Warning: 18+ riding, oral (f receving), begging, Eddie has a surprise mommy kink, angst, fluff.

Masterlist 

The air was clammy as Eddie pulled away from me. Both our bodies are slick with sweat and cum covering our legs. My body shook, muscles untensing from the powerful orgasm Eddie had just pushed me to. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Eddie shrugged his sweatpants back on and pulled a cigarette from the box on the bedside table. Lighting it quickly before taking a long drag. His long slender waist flexed as he turned and the ripple of the muscles, you never would have thought were there, sent butterflies through my stomach. 

Eddie always looked so handsome after sex. He never failed to make me want him even more than I already did. 

Shakily, I tried to push myself into a seating position and as I did so Eddie came and grabbed my upper arms, studying me. Looking into his deep brown eyes, I smiled sweetly up at him. 

“Thank you,” I mumbled, throat sore from screaming his name. 

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart.” He gave me a crooked smile and used his right hand to wisp a few strands of hair out of my face. “Let me go get something to clean you up.” Eddie stood to his full height and left the bedroom. My ears pricked up as the sound of running water came from the bathroom and then shut off soon after. Edde was back in the room in no time with a warm rag in hand. 

It was times like these when I fell in love with him harder. When he cares for me so selflessly after having fucked me within an inch of my life. It was times like these that shattered my heart completely. 

After helping clean me up and settle back into my clothes Eddie laid back down on his bed. I sat on the edge, wondering if I should say something. In the end, I talked myself up to it. 

“Hey, Eddie?” I asked quietly, hands wringing together. 

“Yeah, Sweetheart?” 

God, I hated that nickname, it always made me feel weak in the knees. 

“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to see each other tomorrow night?” I shot my shot. 

“Can’t, I’ve got someone coming over tomorrow night.” He said it so nonchalantly but it sent an arrow into my chest. 

“Oh, well, how about Thursday night? We could order pizza, watch a movie?” I tried again, hoping he would say yes. 

He sighed out my name sounding almost disappointed. “I told you when we started this,” he moved his pointed finger between us. “I don’t do relationships and I never will. Commitment just isn’t for me.” He shrugged his shoulders and I turned around to face his wall, eyes filling with tears. 

“O-okay. Sorry, I asked.” I was trying so hard to keep my composer in front of him. 

“I’ll call you alright?” He leaned over the bed and gave my back a short pat. I just nodded and stood to my feet, gathering up my bag and slipping on my shoes. 

“Bye Eddie.” I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else before I was rushing to the front door. 

I cried as I buckled myself into my car and drove the five minutes home, but that’s what I get for falling in love with an almost weekly casual hook-up. To be honest, at first, it was fine. I was seeing other people and so was he, the only difference now was that, after almost a year and a half, I was solely seeing him while he still fucked around. But that’s what I signed on for and it’s my own fault that I am dealing with a broken heart. 

A week later my house phone rang and was five till ten that night and the only person I knew who would be calling me then would have been Eddie. Slowly, I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Hey Sweetheart, I’m so happy to hear your voice.” Eddie’s gruff voice cracked through the speaker in my ear. “Wanna hear it in person, feel your soft skin, taste sweet pussy.” He let out a slow moan, like the one you would do when you’ve eaten something to die for. “What’d ya say? Be over in five?” 

I opened my mouth to tell him, yes, but I held myself back, the words dying on my tongue. I wanted to go to him but my heart just couldn’t handle any more of it. With a soft shake of my head that I knew he couldn’t see I spoke. “I don’t think so Eddie, not tonight.” 

“Oh, well, that’s no problem. Maybe next time then. I’ll see ya later, Sweetheart.” And before I could tell him there would be no next time, he hung up the phone, probably to go call another one of his girls or guys on his list of hookups. 

I went to bed that night lonely and upset, jealousy bubbling up in my stomach at the thought of him fucking someone other than me. 

Another few days went by and right at eleven on the dot, the house phone rang. I shouldn’t have picked it up, but I did, Eddie’s slow, “Hey,” filled me with even more butterflies. 

“Eddie,” I started, resting my head on the wall defeated. “I can’t do this tonight.”

“But I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckled. 

“I mean it, Eddie. I can’t. As a matter of fact I- I’m stopping seeing you altogether.”

He was silent for a moment and all I could hear were the shuffling of his bedsheets. 

“What?”

“I can’t be your causal friend with benefits anymore Eddie. Or rather just the benefits, we weren’t really friends.” I grumbled into the phone. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked. “I- what brought this on? I thought we were friends.” his words came out in confusion. 

“Eddie, if we were friends, we would have hung out without fucking. We never hung out, it was always sex and then leaving. You said no relationships and I can’t put myself through the pain of having you fuck me like we’re something, take care of me after like we’re something, and then leave like I don’t know that you have a plethora of other people you are giving the exact same treatment.” I was so close to crying as I gripped the receiver in my hand, knuckles white from how strong my hold was. 

“Sweetheart, come on-’

“Don’t call me that. I can’t think when you call me that.” I clenched my teeth. “Eddie, just leave me alone please.”

“I-” he sighed, defeated. “Okay. I’ll see you around town then, I guess.” 

“Bye Eddie.” My voice was filled with a sternness that my body did not possess. I quietly hung up the phone and turned, back to the wall, and slid down. I cried for what seemed like the thousandth time over Eddie and I knew that I shouldn’t be. He wasn’t crying over me. But the ache of unrequited love was just too much to bear without having the tears fall. 

Two weeks pass and I had neither heard from nor seen Eddie. I was still getting used to not going to his trailer on a semi-regular basis as well as trying to not think of him when I heard the phone ringing. 

I had tried going out once, to a bar on the opposite side of town, far away from the Hideout where I knew Eddie would most likely be. It didn’t end too well, at least on my part. The guy I had met had a nice personality, but as far as rebounds from men who aren’t actually in a relationship with you go he wasn’t Eddie. The whole time we had been having sex in his apartment, I couldn't help but compare him to Eddie. How when we first started, Eddie would have eaten me out, the taste of my arousal and the sounds of my moans giving him pleasure like he had his cock inside me, but this guy, although he caressed my body with soft touches and hot lips, just went straight in humping into me like some dog with a rhythm issue. 

He had come within seconds and left me to fend for myself. I slipped out of his bed in the middle of the night and drove home to finish myself off with my fingers. 

The night after, I was woken from where I had fallen asleep on the living room couch by a knock on the door. Groaning, I stood to my feet and stretched, making my way to the front door. As I rubbed the sleep from my eye, I unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open. To my surprise, Eddie was standing under the yellow cone of light provided by the porch light. 

Slowly I dripped my hand from my eye and stared at him and after a moment, when my senses returned to me, I tried to slam the door shut. He was the last person I wanted to see right now. 

The door didn’t close, caught on his boot-clad foot as he stuck it between the door and the frame.

“Sweetheart, please.” Eddie’s voice came out in a plea. 

I tried to push his foot back with my own but it was futile, he was much stronger than me, especially after I had only just woken up. 

“Eddie, go away.” 

“Please, I just wanna talk for a second. I’ll leave after I say what I have to. Just,” He sighed, looking down at his feet. “Please listen.” 

I thought it over for a moment before opening the door wider and allowing him inside, shutting it behind him as he walked further into the living room. I didn’t look at him as I made my way back to my spot on the couch, cuddling back up with my blanket. 

Eddie followed me, seating himself on the opposite side of the couch. He kept sighing as we sat in silence and it was starting to annoy me. 

“Can you please say what you need to so you can go? I don’t have all night.” The words came out in a bite, much harsher than I had ever spoken to him in person before. 

“Oh, um, yeah, sorry. I- I um, don’t really know how to say this to you but I think I might love you.”

His stuttering words sent a pang through my chest and stopped the air from flowing into my lungs. Love me? I slowly brought my eyes up to him.

“Look, keeping things casual is something I have done since I can remember. You can’t get hurt if you keep it casual. I was content to leave you alone until I realized that, weirdly, I missed having you around. Then my safety mechanism was the thing that hurt me. The thought of you not coming over made me sick to my stomach after you told me never to talk to you again, it tore my fucking heart out. I-I’ve never felt this way and it scares me shitless, but I can’t get you off my mind. I tried to block it out, I really did. Tried to go about it like I always do, just find someone new to, but every time I had someone come over I sat there wishing it was you. 

“I know you probably hate me right now, I would hate myself too, but I just need you to know this. That I am wanting and willing to put myself in a place that makes me feel so uncomfortable and vulnerable because I can’t stand you not being around me. I’ve grown used to you and I don’t know what to do without you.”

I sat there stunned, his words processing through my brain a mile a minute. The only thing I could think about was the fact that he said he thought he loved me. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he responded to my quietness. “I said what I needed to, so ill be out of your hair. Just- you have my number.” Eddie stood to his feet, and I sat still as he shuffled to the door. 

My heart jumped as I heard the doorknob turn. “Wait,” I called out. 

Eddie stopped in his tracks.

“Do you mean it?” I asked simply. 

His boots sounded as he walked back to the couch and in front of me. I avoided his eyes by bowing my head, not wanting him to see the fresh tears welling up. I couldn’t avoid him for long though, as he knelt town and took my chin in his hand, bringing my eyes to his. 

“Oh sweetheart, I meant all of it.” 

It was hard not to forgive him with those big, round, puppy dog eyes he was giving me but I held fast as I removed his hand from my chin.

“I’m still upset with you. Don’t think you can walk in here, tell me all this, and then everything will go back to how it was.” I shook a pointed finger at him.

He nodded. 

“And I told you to stop calling me that, you probably call everyone that.” I huffed.

“But, Sweetheart, I don’t call everyone that. It's reserved, just for you.”

I hated how it made me feel special when I was supposed to be mad at him, but I couldn’t help it. Then, seeing him kneeling before me sparked an idea. I’d make him beg for my forgiveness. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“I’ll forgive you if you do something for me.” 

His eyes narrowed at my sultry tone before his lips curved up in a smirk. 

“What is it? I’ll do anything,” His large hands came to rest on my legs. 

I leaned in, lips so close to touching his, and leaned away, he tried to follow, eyes half-lidded, as I came to rest my lips on the shell of his ear. “Beg,” I whispered and I swear I heard him moan. 

Leaning back, I watched him shift onto his knees and he looked up at me with a pleading look. 

“Please,” he whispered, “please forgive me.” 

I hummed, “Gonna have to do better than that baby.” I grinned at him, as I took his hands off my legs and pushed a foot gently into the bulge in his pants. His choked moans sent a surge of power through me, a feeling so foreign yet good I was bound to get addicted to it. 

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered, “I’ll do anything you want, just please forgive me.” 

I grinned, foot still rubbing over him, feeling him becoming harder. “Anything huh?”

“Yes.” He nodded frantically. 

“Then, you can eat my pussy and I’ll think about it.” 

I leaned back on the couch and pushed my hips up, pulling my quickly dampening panties off my legs and throwing them out somewhere in the room. Eddie stared in wonder as I opened my legs for him, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. 

He surged forward, latching himself around my clit. He let out a soft sigh at the same time as I let a loud moan fall from my parted lips. His tongue flittered over the sensitive nub and his hand came up to caress my thighs. I reached a hand down and lightly slapped the side of his face. 

“Ah-ah-ah, no hands, just your mouth,” I instructed and he took his hands away immediately. I smiled, “Good boy.”

The fervor at which he sucked and licked all around my pussy was enough to have me bucking my hips into his face, riding his mouth until I was so close to my own high. He lapped his hot tongue into my quivering cunt. My hands buried themselves into his long curls, forcing him further into my heat. 

I was squirming under his mouth as he kept going, eating me out like a man starved. My own arousal mixed with Eddie’s spit slipped slowly down the curve of my ass and onto the cushion of the couch. 

“That’s it, Eddie, doing such a good job for me, being such a good boy.” I praised as I teetered on the edge. He whimpered into my pussy, before pulling back only slightly. 

“Thank you, Mommy.” He mumbled then went back to work. 

The name threw me off for only a second before I felt the warm tingles of an orgasm. My hips thrashed and my hands kept Eddie pushed into me as I rode out my high on his tongue. 

Eddie kept his eyes on my wet cunt, the whole bottom half of his face covered in my cum, glistening as the lights in the room hit it. His face was lax and his body even more so, thoroughly pussy drunk. I smiled, happy as I was the one to make him this way. 

“Why don’t you be a good boy and let Mommy ride your cock? Hum?” I asked, leaning up from my slouched position to run my thumb over his bottom lip, collecting my juices from it and placing it in my mouth, moaning at the taste. 

“Yes, please.” He gasped, watching me lick my own arousal from my finger. 

“Then get on the couch and lay down.” I patted the cushions next to me and he did as told, hurriedly laying down. I bit my lip, turned on at how obedient he was being. I had never known I would have been so into being in charge for once and having Eddie bending to my will instead of me to his. 

Torturously I began to unbutton Eddies dark jeans and pull them down his legs, stopping when they reached his boots. The bulge in his boxers had me biting my lip, anticipating what I knew was hidden beneath them. I helped him take his shirt off as well. 

Sitting back on his lap I caressed his chest, nails scratching over his skin, fingers pinching at his nipples. He bucked up into me and I gave him another soft slap to the face. “Stop that. You get what I give you, no taking what you want.” 

He grunted but obeyed, stilling his hips. 

“Now, before I fuck you, let me make something clear. I don’t want you touching me and I don’t want you cuming until I tell you to, is that clear?” 

He nodded his head, muttering a small, “Yes.”

“I can’t hear you, baby,” I smirked. “What was that?”

“Yes, Mommy.” 

“Very good, baby. Now, let's take these off.”

I moved back off his lap and pushed my fingers past the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to meet his jeans at his ankles. Eddie’s cock bounced up, hitting his abdomen, precum smearing where the tip touched his skin. He was completely hard, head flushed a deep red, and twitching. 

Taking his thick length into my hand, I gave him a few pumps. He whimpered at the feeling, hands balled into fists at his sides. I walked myself up his body on my knees and stopped right over his cock. Pulling his tip through my puffy folds, I exhaled shakily, ready to feel him filling me up. 

With no warning, I pushed him into me, letting myself fall onto him slowly. The stretch of my walls around him elicited sweet moans from the both of us, the sounds harmonious, like a song. 

“Fuck baby, you fill Mommy so well."  I bounce a few times, letting my head fall back, groaning out before looking back down at his flushed face. "Say you're sorry. Beg me to forgive you." 

Eddie furrowed his brow as I fucked him, concentration etched deep on his face as he tried not to touch me. 

"Come on baby, let me hear you." I moan out, cunt clenching around his cock.

""Please," he gasps, air entering and exiting his lungs quickly. "Please mommy, forgive me. I'm so sorry. Wanna make it up to you." 

"Yeah, baby? What's that? How you gonna make it up to me?" I sigh, hips grinding faster on him. I reached my hand up to play with my nipples, pulling and pinching. 

"I-I- I'll fuck you really good, have you cum over and over on my tongue. Won't touch anyone else but you. I only want you, mommy, please forgive me." He begged, hands grasping at the couch cushions, lip pulled between his teeth. 

"Yeah? Only me?" I reach a hand down to push against my clit, rubbing it almost furiously. 

"Yes, baby, only you. I've only wanted you for a while." He grunts then lets out a choked gasp. "Gonna cum." His voice wobbles in worry. 

"No cumming, I told you." I fuck myself harder, chasing my orgasm. 

"No, no can't hold it." He cries, but I keep going, pussy clenching around him tightly. 

My hand shoots out to his face, holding him to look at me. "You can, baby, and you will. Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, yes I wanna be a good boy." He whimpers, cock twitching inside me. 

I hum, hips now rocking at an uneven pace. "Gonna cum baby, gonna cum all over your cock."

"Yes, Mommy, cum on my cock." Eddie mewls.

My head lulls forward, eyes closed, body spasming to a stop as I cum, juices leaking around Eddie's cock. I prop myself on his chest catching my breath before opening my eyes again to stare into eddies. “You can cum now baby. You’ve been such a good boy.” 

I let out a choked moan as Eddie pistons his hips up into my sore pussy, grabbing onto me as I fell forward. The feeling of him so deep in my count left me crying in pleasure and quickly cumming a second time as he found his release. 

As he came his hips bucked irregularly into me, hot spurts of cum filling me up and making me shiver. He moaned loudly in my ear, muttering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

I let my body go limp in his arms, struggling to catch my breath as he peppered kissed over my shoulder and neck. 

“I meant it, Sweetheart, wanna be only yours, if you'll have me.”

I sighed into him, pulling my head back to meet his eyes. I gave him a small nod, “Okay. And I forgive you, but if you ever make me feel the way you did again, I won't hesitate to hurt you.” threatened, only half joking. 

“Wouldn’t expect any less, baby.” He kissed me on the lips. 

Laying back down on him, I sighed, feeling his softening cock still in my pussy. 

“So,” I asked, mumbling into the skin of his chest. “Mommy huh?” 

“Shut up.” He grumbled, hissing as my cunt clenched around him as I laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry.” I kiss just above the spider tattoo on his chest. “Although I wouldn’t mind being in charge sometimes, it was really fun.”

“Yea1h? You liked that?” 

“I liked it, Eddie,” I confirmed. 

“Then we'll see.” I could tell he was grinning into my hair as he spoke, shaking his head slightly. “I’ve got a question.”

“And I have an answer.” 

“Will you be my girlfriend? Exclusively?” 

I popped my head up and grinned at him. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader

[celtic-crossbow]

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Chapter 5

Warnings: Typical TWD violence, reader’s poor mental health, allusions to sexual assault, whiplash from Daryl’s emotional indecision

You awoke with a start, pulling your leg away from the gentle touch on your ankle. Rick was crouched at your feet. He quickly pulled back his hand and held both of them up placatingly. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“It…it’s okay.” You didn't straighten your legs. You were on Daryl’s bedroll, though you weren’t sure how you got there. 

“It’s time to head out. Let you sleep as long as we could but it’s late morning now.” You gave the man a nod and stumbled to your feet, allowing him to pack up the last item. “Daryl’s already at the road.” He told you even as he started walking. 

You fell in step behind him, fiddling nervously with the hem of your— Daryl’s —shirt. The thought of seeing the archer after the night before made you nervous. You no longer understood what it was he wanted from you. He had turned down sex. He hadn’t tried to discipline you for any shortcomings. Maybe he meant for you to settle in first? Cook and clean? He had mentioned kids. Were they his? Was he married? Maybe you were a gift. 

You felt your stomach roll uncomfortably. If you couldn’t quiet these thoughts, you would end up vomiting all over him while he carried you.  

“‘Bout time. Wastin’ daylight.” 

You heard Daryl before Rick had moved forward enough for you to see him. His trademark scowl was in place, and he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid looking at you. His crossbow was strapped to his back and his pack was hanging from one shoulder. Maybe he planned to have you walk today. You definitely deserved it. 

“Whenever you’re ready, I can, uh—” Rick made a motion that you took to mean he would lift you. 

“Oh, I… um… Sir?” You asked, voice small. 

“Told ya ta stop sayin’ tha’ shit!” Daryl snapped. His back remained to you but he had obviously worked this out with Rick while you slept. 

You couldn’t explain how you felt at that moment. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t guilt. It was something only vaguely familiar from a life you had been forced to bury. You dared to keep your head raised, perhaps provoking a reaction that would never come. He simply would not look at you. 

“Y/N.” Rick said gently. You instantly slumped with a minute nod and allowed the man to scoop you into his arms. 

Daryl stood with his back to the tree that separated him and Rick from you. After hours of walking the former sheriff had needed a break and maybe some water and carbs would be beneficial as well. You had pointed toward the lake with a trembling hand, but the archer continued to avoid you. It was Rick that gave you permission to clean up in the shallows with the understanding that he and Daryl would be close by, just in case. 

“So she’s not talking at all now. Not a word in all that time. I asked about her family. Her background.” 

Rick was scolding him, he knew, but he just couldn’t seem to get the thought of you placing yourself on his lap out of some twisted sense of obligation out of his head. Even worse, he couldn’t help but think how if it had been an action of your own free will, he probably would have fucked you. 

Daryl knew you were confused. He had ripped you out of an apocalyptic whorehouse where you had clearly been conditioned to be submissive and pliant. This was a new world for you. You weren’t being returned to any measure of the life you had known before being taken by those goons. 

There was a part of him that wished he had left you there, along with the burden of responsibility he’d placed on himself by bartering for your freedom. If ya can even call it tha’. But the part of him that had been softened by his time spent with this family he’d found after the world had ended; that part would have never allowed it. Not after seeing your scars. Ones that so closely resembled his own. 

“You even listening to me?” 

“Yeah, man, I hear ya. I jus’… let me clear my head fer a bit.” Daryl tossed down the blade of grass he’d been toying with. Rick had every right to hound him; to say ‘I told you so.’ That wasn’t exactly what his friend was saying but it was close enough. “M’a figure it out.”

“Okay. Okay, just try to—”

Your piercing scream had both men rounding the tree with weapons drawn, finding you sprawled on the lake bank. You were desperately trying to crawl away but a bloated, discolored hand held tight to your ankle. 

“Sir! Please, Sir, help!” You cried, your nails digging into the dirt in an attempt to pull yourself away from the threat. Daryl slid to the ground beside you, severing the hand just above the wrist before tossing the knife in the air for Rick to skillfully catch. While Rick waded in far enough to dispose of the walker, you were frantically crawling into Daryl’s arms. A sobbing, trembling mess, you had obviously forgotten you were unclothed, and oddly enough, Daryl was calm as he reached for the button up he had given you to drape it across you in a poor attempt to cover your nudity. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I called you that. You said not to and I’m sorry!” You babbled against his shirt. 

Daryl’s eyes met Rick’s, nodding to the man that he had things under control. He sucked at consolation, as well as any other form of emotion that required verbiage. “S’fine. Did it bite ya? Scratch ya?” You probably didn’t understand why he was asking and goddamnit, he’d have to explain eventually, but you shook your head against him anyway. A quick glance down toward your foot confirmed your response. “Yer okay. S’gone now.” 

He continued to sit with you, one hand awkwardly rubbing circles over your shoulder blade while you calmed down but continued muttering apologies. Daryl wasn’t sure you even knew what you were apologizing for anymore. 

“We need to get moving if we’re gonna make it back before nightfall.” Rick’s voice sounded from the other side of the tree. 

“Yeah.” Daryl cleared his throat. “Think ya can, uh…” He held up the boxer shorts, hoping you were cognizant enough to realize what he was asking. There was one more sniffle and then you sat up straighter, not even attempting to cover yourself. The archer made a noise in his throat and swiftly turned his head. He felt you tug on the boxers and let you take them, getting to his feet. He managed one step toward the tree when your tiny voice called out. 

“Please… please, sir—sorry. Um, would you just…would you stay there please?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Daryl took a deep breath and shoved his hands in his pockets, desperately thinking of anything else aside from how you had just been wet and naked and latched onto him. You had been terrified and almost walker chow, and here he was letting his dick take the wheel. Yer an asshole. 

“Okay. I’m, uh…I’m done.” You stepped up beside him, pausing without looking up. “Thank you.” You whispered, eyes on the ground, and walked toward where Rick waited. 

Daryl watched you round the tree and all he could think about was who he pissed off in a past life for all of this to be happening. As if all that had occurred before you wasn’t bad enough, he had gone and made himself responsible for someone that just might be more fucked up than he himself was. 

Rick was wrapping an arm around the small of your back and bending to lift you when Daryl suddenly grunted and quickened his steps toward you. “I got ‘er.” He huffed, averting his gaze when your head raised, big doe eyes blinking at him in confusion. With another grunt in lieu of speaking, he quickly scooped you up. “Le’s get goin’.” 

He could feel his friend’s eyes on him and that annoying know-it-all smirk. There was no way Rick knew anything since Daryl himself wasn’t sure about the feelings stirring below the surface. He didn’t do feelings. He simply wanted to get back to the prison and see if being around the women there could help you in some way. He was doing a service for someone in a bad situation. That was all. 

You were trembling in his arms and had lowered your head, curling up as tightly as you could without compromising his hold. Your wet hair was plastered to your skin and his shirt, but you remained blessedly silent. He wasn’t sure he even could speak to you at that moment. 

Daryl had been walking for just under an hour when he realized you had fallen asleep. He continued to refuse to entertain the implications that came along with that simple fact. He could at least say with honesty that he hoped speaking with someone like Carol could help you. Regardless of the situation, he wished you no ill will. He just couldn't help you more than he already had by freeing you. 

Fuck. 

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about this?

A small sound from his arms startled him from his thoughts, his steps slowing until he stopped, not alerting Rick just yet. He watched with narrowed eyes as you seemed to shrink even smaller, curl impossibly tighter. Frightened whimpers were all he could make out until you pressed your thighs together so hard that they shook, your hands covering your lower pelvis. You said one clear word:

“No.”

Daryl felt an unexpected rage surging through his veins. He didn’t know you but he didn’t have to. No one deserved to experience what you had been forced to endure. 

“Ow,” you whimpered, your small fingers clutching at the front of the boxers. “Please…stop…” Your voice, sleep-laden as it was, trembled, your bottom lip quivering. You were crying. 

The archer’s first reaction was to panic, maybe hand you off to Rick and get as far away from your trauma as he possibly could. A glance ahead showed Rick had already stopped and was watching with an expression between confusion and worry. There was no way he could have heard your small sounds, so to the former deputy, Daryl had just stopped and was watching you for no apparent reason. Lovely.

Daryl lifted you slightly, subsequently lowering his head so his mouth was next to your temple. “No one’s gon’ hurt ya now.” He said as softly as he could manage. He nodded to Rick to keep going, feeling you begin to relax. 

No, he was sure he couldn’t help you, but that wouldn’t stop him from returning to the place that held you and burning it to the ground with every one of those sadistic bastards still inside. 

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[the-moon-lullaby]

Could you do headcanons of how the boys spend their morning after their first time with candy in episode 40

How the HSL Boys spend their morning/day with Candy after episode 40

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

He probably already considered the option of Candy staying the next day after spending the night 

Which is why he did some groceries the day before and that there’s some sweet snacks in his kitchen 

(and he didn’t buy them for himself as you could've assumed)

He’d bring her breakfast in bed 

He’s a bit awkward and wouldn’t really know what to talk about because it’s the first time he finds himself in a situation like this 

But the feeling would quickly fades since that he feels even closer and comfortable around Candy than before (I mean it make sense after the night they spent) 

So they’d just enjoy a little breakfast together 

Nothing too fancy but the vibe is chill and nice 

Afterwards he’ll probably would want to take a shower 

and if Candy wants to, she’s free to join (after all it saves water) 

He’d probably do a little checkup on Candy while they’re showering and ask her if she feels sore or anything (and if that’s the case, he’d be happy to offer a little massage under the steaming water) 

Then he’d ask whether she wants to go outside or if she wants to stay inside

If they’re staying home, they’d probably spend the afternoon in Nath’s bed while he reads her one of his favourite book 

I can see them writing little notes in it while they do that and now each time Nathaniel picks up this book there’s a little reminder of this moment (so cute)

When Candy has to leave, he’ll walk her home and while they’re heading there, they’d already be planning their next date (since that they’re free of school now, Nathaniel clearly intend to use these holidays to spend even more quality time with Candy)

Honestly, there is kind of a domestic vibe here and I live for it

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

Okay so we know that my boy was up for a second round but he’s no fool 

He knows that Candy might be a little sore after the night they spent together so he was probably joking around (at least for now)

Yet he wouldn’t let her get out of the bed so soon and would hold her close, wanting to make this peaceful feeling last as much as he can 

I think he’d finally allow himself to be more vulnerable (it’s about damn time) by letting Candy play with his hair and he wouldn’t bother trying to hide his loving stare or blushing face that matches his hair

He’s not the best with love confessions and all(which is why he wrote her a song instead of directly telling her about how he felt, as we already know) so he tries to show how much the moment they shared last night means to him through his attitude

At some point they’d have to get up to take Demon on his little morning walk. So they would go together 

They’d probably stop by on the way back to get a little something to eat (because Castiel spend his whole day before cleaning the apartment for Candy’s visit and ended up forgetting to buy something for breakfast 🥲) 

Afterwards they’d either go back to bed if Candy is still a bit tired or they’ll go shower (no matter what, that’s probably when the second round really begins) 

Then, they’d spent the rest of the day hanging out in Castiel’s apartment 

If it’s a sunny day, they’d go on his little terrasse enjoying the warmth and each other’s company while taking turn to throw a ball to Demon 

Or if the weather isn’t that good or if they just feel like staying inside, Castiel would probably play some guitar for Candy  

(she’d probably ask him to sing the song he wrote for her once again and he’d pretended to be annoyed but he’ll gladly do it)

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 :

I believe he’s an early bird so he was probably the first one awake (I know that’s not how it happens in the episode but idc)

Wouldn’t get out of bed though because he doesn’t want to wake Candy (she needs to rest after all because well, the night was short)

As he feels that she’s waking up he’ll just caress her hair and kiss her forehead 

Not much would be said but his caresses and kisses here and there as they’re laying next to each other speak a thousand word 

He’d make Candy feel so loved and special

The kind of feeling that makes you ask yourself if you’re still dreaming (this man, I am melting)

They’d probably have to get up and get ready after a while because I assume that Leigh would like to come home at some point 

I have this headcanon that Lysander, when not at school, prepares his and his brother’s lunch so when Leigh comes home for his lunch break, everything is already ready and Lysander can spend a little time with his brother since he’s often very busy (protect this man at all cost, he’s such an angel)

So he’d do that this time as well, only that he’s cooking for Candy as well

She might try to help him but as we saw in the game, she’s not really a skilled cook so he’d just end up be like « I’ll take care of it dear. Just sit back and enjoy »

For once, Lysander would probably go back to his room with Candy to eat their meal instead of eating with Leigh since he wants to spend a little more time with her 

When Candy has to go, he’ll walk her home and would kiss multiple times feeling it hard to leave her lips as it’s like he already misses her presence (such a romantic boy)

Armin : 

He go raid the kitchen to find some snacks (sorry for his parents who did a refill the day before but now everything’s gone) 

Took the snacks that were Alexy’s too because for once he has a good excuse to do so (“it was for Candy !”) 

But right after, he’d lay back in bed, preferably on Candy, and he’d love feeling her nail softly scratching his back while he’s resting on her chest 

He’d probably fall back asleep that way

Nothing on earth could make Armin get out of bed before 12 AM on a weekend (also expect Candy to fell asleep with him)

Even though, they probably spend the rest of day in Armin’s (bed) room

Armin would pick up some comics and show them to Candy or they’d start to watch this anime he kept telling her about

The curtains would remain drawn because sunlight is not allowed in this room (I have to stop with this whole Armin-avoiding-the-sun thing it’s so cliché, sorry lol)

He would hardly manage to keep his hands of Candy but she wouldn’t mind (she’d actually do the same)

This could lead another fun time, who knows ? (I mean guys, he finally found a sport he enjoy doing)

He ended up ordering food for them, maybe pizza or burgers because despite all the snacks he ate, he’s still hungry (he is a bottomless pit)

Kentin : 

probably woke up first (I don’t remember if it was the case in the game but I rest my case anyway) 

I just know he struggled to sleep the whole night 

He was processing what had happened lol

He’d be terrified to wake Candy because he thinks she look so sweet sleeping like this, in arms

But at some point his arm would feel a little numb as she’s laying on it 

So she’d be woke by him trying to move and then apologising for it 

He’d totally make a fancy breakfast (eggs, fruit salad, pancakes even ? that's a slay)

He knows what he’s doing since he loves breakfast and he never skips it 

So he’d be so happy to share a breakfast he made with her (and he’d hope she’d be impressed lol) and he would bring it in bed for her

Cookie would need to take a walk too (we’re not forgetting the doggies here) so he’d asked Candy if she wants to come along (and of course she wants to)

So they’d get ready together, taking more time than expected because they keep interrupting each other with stolen kisses (aww) 

They’d spend the whole morning enjoy the sun as well as the beginning of the holidays 

Since, they’d probably agree to go eat outside, they’d take back Cookie home and then go do their little lunch date

Then they’d just wander around the city, holdings hands and window shopping (they're this kind of couple you spot in the streets)

There you go Anon, I hope you like it ! (it's more about the whole day rather than the morning but as it's said in all the route, they clearly intended to spend the day together)

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[maxillness]

Dangerous Woman || C.H x Verstappen!Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, foot massage, handjob, degrading kink (briefly), oral (M receiving), sub!christian

Wordcount: 1.3k

She knew it was inappropriate to have these thoughts about him, not only because of their age gap, but also because he was like her brothers father

But god, there was something about him that made her feel like a dangerous woman

There’s something ‘bout him that makes her wanna do things she shouldn’t

Whenever she had the chance, she went with her brother to his Grand Prixs, but not because of him

She did it because of him

She did it because of Christian fucking Horner

She would never dare to admit to her brother about her thought towards his team principal, but she wouldn’t deny it if he asked about it

She didn’t know what about him that did it. Maybe it was the way his hair was greying, or the way his arms flexed under his shirt, or the way his thighs got thicker every time he sat down, or the way his hands looked

But something ‘bout him made her feel like a dangerous woman

The only reason she stood in the back of the garage to watch the Grand Prix, and not up front closer to the screen, was so she could look at Christian at the same time

It was the Dutch Grand Prix she attended today, so it would be special if Max won, even though we all know he was gonna win either way

He won, of course. She went over to her brother hugging him tightly congratulating him

She back up wanting to make space to the rest, but doing so, she accidentally bumped into Christian

“Oh, sorry, Christian” She said as he held her waist, supporting her so she wouldn’t fall

“It’s alright, love” He always called her love, but no matter how many time he did call her that, it always sent heat to her core, making a pool of wetness between her legs

She had suggested to throw the after party at her house since it wasn’t far, and really, she didn’t mind all the people in her house

Yes, it would be a mess to clean tomorrow, but he were gonna be there, so why shouldn’t she suggest it?

She sat on the couch talking with some of the engineers and mechanics with a drink in hand, but her eyes always found their way back to him, even if she tried hard to keep them away

She knew he looked at her too. Every time she would look over at him, his eyes would turn away and towards the person he was talking to

At some point during the night, she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water instead of alcohol

As she turned back around she almost bumped into him for the second time that day

“This could turn into a habit, Christian” She chuckled

“Yeah, sorry, I just wanted to get something else than alcohol” He explained to her

“Great minds think alike. The glasses are in the left cupboard” She said sitting down in a chair at the dinning table. She groaned as she kicked off her heels

She put her foot in her lap as she started messaging the numb nerves. Christian was done with his water but didn’t leave the kitchen

“Let me help you” He said pushing off the counter. He walked over to her and knelt down into her height. He took her foot onto his knee and lightly message her. She watched at him in surprise

“You’re surprisingly good at this” She said looking down at his hands as they worked on her foot

“You’re forgetting I’ve been married, love” He chuckled

“Yeah, I do that quite a lot actually” She admitted

He switched foot to start on the other. His warm touch did nothing to prevent the witness that was starting to form in her panties

She took her foot away from him, quickly leaning down, grabbing his chin in her hand and roughly smashing their lips together

She started to pull away when he didn’t kiss her back, but he pulled her back into the kiss but the back of her neck as his other hand landed on her bare thigh

He stood up, pulling her with him. He tripped her body between his own and the kitchen counter

Both of their breaths were heavy when they pulled away from each other to catch their breath

His large hands were placed on her waist while her smaller ones were placed firmly on his biceps

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” He mumbled as he placed kisses on her neck and throat. He placed his knees between her legs, earning him a whine as he made contact with her clothed cunt

“Christian…” She tugged his hair, pulling him away from her skin. She kiss him again “Not here” She got out of his grip

She walked out of the kitchen, holding his hand, making sure he’d follow her. They managed to get to her bedroom without being seen by the people in the house

She pushed him up against the door as she locked it. The kiss was messy and needy. Her hands traveled to his chest. Her fingers found the buttons of his button-up

She did the first few buttons before he spoke between kisses “Love… We shouldn’t… This is wrong”

“And yet, you’re the one to call me love at every chance you get” She smirked against the skin on his chest as she continued on his shirt

She got the shirt off of him completely and threw it on the floor “Well, we can’t stop now” He said capturing her lips again

“Of course we can, we just don’t want to” He could feel her smirk into the kiss as her hands traveled down his chest and down to his abdomen

Her hand slid over his belt. She easily unbuckled it and zipped his jeans down. He groaned as she took his cock out of his boxers

She spit in her palm before starting to stroke him. She started sucking on his skin on his neck and throat. His breath shuttered as her thumb would brush over his tip

His heavy breath turned into moans as she sped up her movements. His hands went to her hips, grabbing her tightly

Dark circles were already forming on his skin as he started bucking his hips, fucking her hand

“Fuck, please, love, I want your mouth around me, please” His eyes were closed shut as his head leaned against the door

“You should be happy there’s loud music and talking in the house, ‘cause, god you’re loud” Her words made his breath shutter

She drew out a groan from him when she took her hand away. She pulled her hair into a ponytail before going to her knees

She circled her tongue around his tip before going all the way down on him. His hands came to be placed on the back of her head, but they were quickly pushed away and hardly pinned to the door

“Please, let me touch you” He begged looking down at her. He groaned when she didn’t let go of his wrist against the door, but she only went faster with her motions

“Fuck, please” He started fucking her mouth, not knowing what he was actually begging for

She felt him start to twitch in her mouth. She went fast, gagging every time he hit the back of her throat, which only added to his pleasure

“Fuck, I’m gonna-“ He couldn’t form any proper sentence from his pleasure and from how close he was to his orgasm

It didn’t take long for him to fall over the edge and came down her throat. She pulled off of him, swallowing his loath

She stood up, knees red from sitting on the floor. She kissed his lips, but this time it was soft

“You’re stronger than you look” He said which made her chuckle. She took his shirt from the floor to give him as he zipped his pants back up and buckled his belt

“Or maybe you’re just weak” She smiled kissing his neck soft over one of her marks she had made

#smut #dom!reader #formula one #Christian Horner #christian horner smut #Christian Horner x reader #Christian Horner x reader smut #Spotify #music Monday #sub!Christian Horner

[houseforwhores]

𝟏𝟒 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | billy loomis x reader

a/n: all i can say is sorry. this is part 2 to 7 minutes in heaven.

💌: @lostgirlsinofgluttony

warnings: drinking, pinv, unprotected sex, breeding kink, language, fingering.

word count: 2684

you guys were sitting around the table again. you tried to regulate your emotions after the occurrence in the closet. you were now seated between billy and randy. the order always, seem to be changing. you were thankful not to have been thrown back into the closet just yet. it was sidney's turn to spin the bottle, the group watched in anticipation of who the bottle would land on.

"oh!" a blush painted sidney's cheeks as she bowed her head, the bottle landed on tatum. "should i spin again?"

"no! that's cheating." stu grinned, pointing his finger accusingly.

"c'mon sid," tatum said extending her hand to sidney as she stood up, a smile playing on her lips.

everyone stood up, following the giggling pair of girls to the closet. sidney looked back to billy for reassurance, billy offered a shrug then a nod, with that sidney smiled and turned back to tatum.

"okay, let's do this."tatum said pulling sidney into the dark closet.

"welp. seven minutes to go. y/n set the timer." randy spoke, you begrudgingly listened walking back to the living room where you were sitting before. you picked up the timer, turning the dial to the seven minute marker. you sat down, which was followed by stu sitting down on your left, and randy on your right, billy was across from you again.

"randy. truth or dare?" stu asked as he threw his arm around you.

"dare," randy answered quickly

"okay loser. i dare you to tell y/n what you did last weekend," stu said, his grin covering most of his face. you turned your head to look at stu, a confused look on your face, wondering what he was talking about.

"are you talking about when we all went skinny dipping?" you asked your head cocking to the right a bit.

"don't worry, doll, randy here will fill you in," stu chuckled you turned your head back to randy now interested in what he did.

"uhm. well you know..uh.." randy stumbled over his words before he looked to billy who was just watching him a maniacal grin on his face. "while you uhm- you were in the water and i stole your panties."

he had rushed his words out, but they weren't too fast you still understood what he had said. your mouth dropped as your eyes squinted before you balled your fist punching him in his shoulder.

"you fucking pervert!" you shouted, you weren't livid, but you were upset, you only had a miniskirt on that day, and after swimming in that cold lake water you could've used your underwear to keep you warm. billy and stu were laughing hard, their hands clutched their stomach as their muscles strained. you watched billy as he laughed, he seemed care free, you had to admit you liked seeing him so nonchalant.

"i'm sorry! i thought it'd be idk.. funny? i'm sorry! really! do you want them back- i can-" randy began before you cut his verbal onslaught short.

"randy. no." you shook your head, reaching for your beer to take another swig. "burn 'em."

"anyways, let's just continue the game shall we?" billy asked, attempting to tame his laughter.

"okay. y/n, i dare you to look at billy," randy said, you looked at billy again your eyes locking with his, you picked up your beer taking a swig of the carmel colored liquor before realizing that wasn't the end of your dare. "and tell him in detail.. what you and stu did in the closet."

before you could control it, your beer spewed through your lips and onto billy, his crotch area becoming soaked with the golden liquid.

"shit! billy i'm so sorry!" your words were rushed as you looked around for something to clean up your mess, you grabbed the hand towel that was on the edge of the coffee table.

rushing around dropping to your knees beside him you swiped the cloth against his pants, a few times getting as much liquid off his jeans as you could. after the first few swipes any swipe after was futile, all the liquid you could get out had been soaked into the cloth of his jeans. however you were determined to make his pants dry as possible but you realized how quiet everyone was, your hand wiped over billy's crotch again, this time you felt his dick throbbing, at full attention. you gasped pulling your hands back.

"i- i-" your eyes shut tight as a blush crept onto your face.

"i think you missed a spot." stu said pointing at the bulge growing in billy's pants, the warmth crept across your cheeks as you anchored yourself using billy's legs to stand up, you made your way back to your seat.

"damn, y/n i didn't know you were such a tease," billy teased biting his lip

"shut it, billy." you quipped, returning to your spot between stu and randy.

"don't be a prude y/n," randy joked, his elbow bumping yours.

"oh, she's no prude, far from it." stu said, his lip pulled between his lip as he stared at you, the gears turning behind his eyes.

"oh really? i'd love to hear about it.. that was your dare wasn't it?" billy chided, you looked at him, collecting your bearings, you smirked at him, leaning forward, you motioned your fingers for him to do the same, you pressed your lips to his ear.

"what happens in the closet, stays in the closet," you whispered before kissing his ear.

"okay enough," stu grimaced, grabbing your hips and tucking you into his side. billy shook his head back and forth.

"she's not yours stu," billy said, almost sounding like a reminder

"well, i beg to differ-" stu said indifferently

"what's that supposed to mean?" billy asked his head tilting slightly

"well it means it's my seed spilling out of her rn and 'not yours'" stu said matter-of-factly, letting his shoulders drop.

"stu-" you said, your tone scolding.

"oops, that was supposed to be our dirty little secret wasn't it? i'm sorry doll." stu said pulling you in closer, as you broke away from him, the timer rang.

"you're such an ass stu," you said making your way to the closet. you turned the lock before knocking on the door.

"hey you guys, times up, are you decent?" you asked stepping back to lean against the wall, sidney came out of the closet first, her once pink lipstick now smudged to the corner of her mouth, her hair a bit frizzy with fly aways.

"uh yeah, we're uh-" sidney said unable to hide her blush, you walked forward, you wiped the lipstick off the corner of her mouth and helped fix her hair as she giggled relentlessly.

"shhh," tatum said straightening up as the boys neared closer, billy made his way toward you and sidney, you offered a awkward half smile as you urged sidney forward into his arms.

"i think the everclear is winning," you whispered to billy who nodded.

"hey babe, you wanna take a nap this round?" billy asked as he lead sidney to one of stu's spare bedrooms. sidney hiccuped, throwing her arms around billy's neck, collapsing her weight on him.

"wake me up after?" sidney questioned as they made their way up the stairs.

"f'course." you heard billy reply, a sigh left your mouth, it felt as if the purpose of this whole get together tonight was to make you feel like a confused whore.

you sat on the couch opposite from your last seat, you made sure to spread out, decreasing the chance of stu sitting next to you again. you really didn't want to deal with him at the moment, you didn't regret anything that transpired, just that maybe he'd learn. it to take everything so far.

"who's spin is it?" tatum asked looking from you to the guys.

"uhm. it's billy's spin," you answered, trying your best to appear unbothered, but tatum picked up on the tension

"seems like the real show was out here, what happened while sid and i were.. busy?" tatum asked again

"oh you have no idea-" randy started before his scentence was cut short, the back of stu's hand net randy's chest, knocking the wind out of him. "wh- fuck. never.. nevermind."

"you guys start without me?" billy said hopping over the back of the couch, landing right next to you, now his hand across the back of the couch, not directly around you.

"how could we start with out you, it's your turn," tatum said

"it is my turn, huh?" billy spoke, turning his head to you. "better wish me luck, right, doll?"

"luck." you said a slight smirk on your lips.

billy grabbed the bottle, placing it on the center of the table, before giving it a spin, he glanced over at you, his white teeth on display, almost knowingly.

stu moved forward in a dramatic motion, his stalky legs knocking into the table, disrupting the spin as it landed on you.

"mmcht, sorry. looks like it doesn't count." stu groaned, shrugging his shoulders in fraudulent pity.

"whaddaya mean?" billy said tilting his head squinting at stu, before unscrewing his face.

"the bottle was disrupted, calls for a re-spin," stu spoke, shrugging callously.

"well we all saw it land on y/n, so i don't think that's necessary." tatum said before glancing at stu irritably

"yeah, that's good enough for me." billy said agreeing with tatum, before throwing a hand out in your direction as he stood up from his place next to you.

you glanced up looking into his eyes, a bit confused if you were honest, you'd zoned out the second it had landed on you. but you took his hand anyway before he led you to the closet. billy opened the door, letting you walk in before he followed. you heard someone turning the lock on the outside before hearing randy's voice, and maybe what sounded like a grunt from stu.

"have fun kids." their footsteps went quiet as they walked back to the living room.

"we don't have to do anything, i mean i already.." you said trailing off, wondering how to phrase your words.

"don't worry about stu, that doesn't bother me." billy said reaching a hand to caress your face, his hands trailing down to the hickeys that were forming in your neck. "he marked you up pretty good, huh?"

your face went hot with embarrassment, billy seemed to get a kick out of it, his grin stretching even deeper before he nodded to himself. billy boxed you in as his lips traced over the fresh marks.

"think i should do the same, doll?" billy asked now kissing your neck, his free hand now reaching around your waist holding you against him, you could feel his smirk against your skin. "let everyone know who you belong to.."

"please, billy," you moaned, a little needier than you would've liked to, but it was much too late for that. you threw a leg around billy's waist, his member pressing against you through your leggings, you bit your lip as you rocked your hips against him.

"aww, doll, i'll take care of it, don't worry." billy said, you leaned forward kissing him, you began tugging at his belt opening the clasp before unbuttoning his jeans. billy grabbed your hands pinning them above your head with one hand, he slid his other hand in your panties, feeling the mixture of your arousal. and stu's cum, your pussy throbbed around him as he slipped two fingers in your entrance curling them. "such a mess f'me, huh?"

"mhm," you moaned nodding your head, you bucked your hips into billy's fingers as you rode them needily, taking everything billy was offering. billy pressed his mouth to yours again, his tongue slipping past your lips as it greeted yours. your brain was foggy with lust as billy curled his fingers against that sweet spot inside you. billy slipped his fingers out of you before bringing them up to his lips to taste it for himself.

"fuck, doll, i really need to be inside you." billy's words were rushed, he let go of your hands before he hooked his fingers in your leggings and panties, pulling them down in one go. "ready to make another mess on my cock?"

"billy.." you whined wrapping your arms around his neck.

billy placed his hands at the back of  your legs, signaling for you to jump, you jumped up and billy leaned your weight against the side wall in the closet as he kissed you, he used one of his hands to reach between the both of you, he lined his dick with your soaking folds, he rubbed his dick through your wetness making sure to coat himself in it generously.

"fuck," billy groaned as he sank you down on his cock, filling you to the hilt. "i fucking love the way you feel around me."

his words went strait to your core, you felt yourself clench around him as he began giving you slow deep strokes.

"faster! billy, please," you moaned, your nails scratching at his back, he pressed his lips to yours shutting you up, he reached a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough as he began to fuck you into oblivion.

billy's hips plowed into yours, your mouth hung agape as each stoke billy gave you pushed your poor abused cunt closer to the edge. your walls spasamed around him as your body shook, begging for another release.

"damn, doll." billy pressed his lips to your collar bone, a place that hadn't been marked yet before nibbling and sucking, making sure to leave a mark, his. "i see why stu doesn't wanna share."

billy watched your facial expressions as he built up his pace as fast as he could, your nails dug in his back, surely drawing blood as you held onto him for dear life, your orgasam was approaching fast, billy watched as your eyebrows furrowed as your walls started contracting around him.

"you're close aren't you, doll? hmm?" billy grunted, his grip on your neck still firm as you lined out his name, nodding in response, you were too incoherent to form a sentence. "cum for me doll."

"your s-so deep," you moaned, billy started grinding his strokes, going a bit slower, making sure his pelvis brushed against your clit, the extra stimulation causing you to came all over his cock, you whimpered pulling him closer.

"f-fuck, you like making messes on my cock?" billy groaned, he released his hold on your neck reaching between the both of you, rubbing your clit in fast circles. "make one more for me doll, please?"

"billy s'too much!" you moaned loudly, billy pressed his lips to yours, his hips rolled into yours faster, matching the speed of his thumb. all that could be heard in the closet were sounds of his hips meeting yours, along with the sounds of your arousal.

that familiar feeling started to build in your stomach as your vision went white, you closed your eyes, biting down on billy's lip that was between your teeth, the knot in your stomach broke as you squirted all over billy's length, surely getting all over his jeans.

"that's it- such a messy gir- fuck." billy paused as he came, his body going week temporarily, almost dropping you, his cum spilling inside you, thick ropes coated your walls, your pussy unable to keep all of him inside, you felt him leaking down your thighs. "my messy girl."

neither of you spoke, billy supported your weight against the wall, holding you as you both came down from your highs.

"we- we should y'know." you said, clearing your throat, you weren't sure how much longer you both had together. billy chuckled, whipping his head to get his hair out of his face before smiling at you.

"just a little longer." billy mumbled, stuffing his face in your neck, allowing his cock to soften inside you.

#billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #scream x reader #scream 1996 #ghostface x reader #sidney prescott x reader #tatum riley x reader #reader insert #scream fic

[thissortofsorcery]

@intothedysphoria has inspired me to write about autistic!harringrove, and my own experiences with autism... Max, this is for you! I hope you like it!

tw for anxiety and sensory overwhelm, but it ends fluffy, I promise.

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It started as a normal day, but it quickly derailed from there.

An asshole at work approached Billy from behind and clapped his hand around the nape of his neck, despite Billy having told him several times he didn’t like that.

Billy didn’t like being touched at all, by most people. And some people had no concept of personal space.

A horrible, painful shiver cut through his spine, icy cold and almost slimy, and Billy held back a shudder. He broke out in goosebumps, and only years and years of practice, of putting on the charm let him pull away from the dickhead graciously, laugh at whatever he said and keep himself together until he could hide away in a bathroom stall.

Billy presses his fingers to his closed eyes hard, seeing stars, and rubs the back of his neck vigorously, trying to replace that cold shiver with something else. Tears spring to his eyes, and he feels so fucking frustrated.

Finding out you’re autistic in your twenties is an experience. A lot of things start making sense, and a lot of things you pushed down and convinced yourself weren’t a problem spring back up like a jack-in-the-box, a hundred times worse.

Like the touch thing. It’s not that Billy doesn’t like being touched. He just doesn’t like being touched by people he doesn’t know, and for no reason.

Like, his physical therapist, when she was helping him regain dexterity in his hands after Starcourt, that was fine.

Some dude in the office touching his neck, even casually, not so much.

Billy takes a deep breath, tries to remember the self-care workbook he and Steve filled out together a couple months ago. Tries to calm down.

Three ways I can distract myself when someone touches me, he’d written, glancing back up at Steve with a smile. Happy they were doing it together.

Loud music + puzzle

Hot drink

Yelling

Steve laughed and shook his head (“it’s very you”) when Billy wrote down the last one, but it really did help.

Billy gives himself a few more moments in the stall before he slinks out, heading to the sinks and splashing cold water on his face. The sensory shock helps a little, the cool, pleasant feeling helping balance the sensation of something crawling under his skin.

He checks if the break room is empty before he goes in, and it thankfully is. He doesn’t want to run into anyone. Doesn’t think he has it in him to mask right now.

Billy makes himself a mug full of scalding hot coffee and hurries back to his office, avoiding eye contact with anyone who throws out a hello. So what if they think he’s angry. Maybe he is pissed.

He manages to spend the rest of the day locked in his office, headphones on, and only comes out when it’s time to go home.

Of course, all he wants is to see Steve, wants his comforting presence, even if they’ve been dating only three months. When he walks through the door of Steve’s house, he sees Steve sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, wearing his ugly vomit green socks with raccoons on them, that he’s had since he was 15 and won’t get rid of.

A wave of relief crashes through him, nearly leaving him dizzy. He breathes deep, catches the smell of his clean house, laundry, and Steve.

“Hey baby,” Steve calls, laying his head on the back of the couch to look at him, making his glasses just a little bit crooked. “Bad day?”

“Does my face look that terrible?” Billy grumbles, taking his shoes off at the entryway before he steps into the living room.

“Your headphones are around your neck,” Steve points to them, a smile ticking up the corner of his mouth.

Oh. Billy forgot to put them away. He doesn’t need them in the car.

He sighs and throws himself down next to Steve, a careful, deliberate distance away.

“I’m just ‘whelmed,” Billy mumbles.

“Overwhelmed?”

“Not anymore. Just whelmed,” He says, sighing again. His body sags, melting against the cushions. He doesn’t feel shivery anymore, but he feels tired, like he’s on the bad end of an all-nighter.

Steve puts his hand on the cushion between them, palm up, not touching Billy.

Billy takes a deep breath, watching Steve’s hand. He knows that hand intimately, knows it to be warm and soft and kind, knows how its skin feels against Billy’s, the friction making the shivers good instead of bad.

He puts a tentative fingertip on Steve’s pointer finger, and all Steve does is press back, smiling gently.

Billy slides his fingers in between Steve’s, laces them together, holds his hand palm to palm, and feels the touch of his skin like they’re buzzing together.

Billy knows he can change his mind, and all Steve’s gonna do is smile, sit on his side of the couch, and continue the conversation.

“How’s that book you were working on going?” Steve asks. He rubs his thumb over the back of Billy’s hand once, and stops. When Billy squeezes his hand, he resumes the movement, sending pleasant tingles up Billy’s arm.

“Good. The writer was receptive to what I said. They sent me a couple reworked chapters today,” Billy says, moving closer to Steve, so their arms press together.

As the conversation goes on, Billy presses closer and closer, at his own pace, and Steve accepts it crumb by crumb.

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve Steve, or how Steve is so patient with him. Steve loves physical contact. Billy does, too, but he’s so particular about it that sometimes he wonders if he’s even worth sticking around for.

Billy ends up lying on top of Steve, chest to chest, nose tucked into his throat, breathing in his warmth and his scent.

“Don’t touch my neck, okay?” He asks, hunching his shoulders a little.

“Yeah, okay,” Steve says, easy as that. “Can I touch your hair?”

“Yeah.”

Steve turns his head and kisses Billy’s head, right on the hairline, pulling a deep, content sigh from him.

“Thanks, Stevie,” Billy says, squeezing his ribs just a little tighter. “For doing this for me. Being patient.”

Steve looks down at him, frowning slightly.

“‘Course. You shouldn’t— You don’t have to thank me,” He says, earnest. “It’s not a chore, Billy. You’re not…” He licks his lips, trying to think. When he looks at Billy, it's like he's telling him a secret. “You make me happy. All of you.”

Billy’s smile is wide, stretching his full lips and showing his teeth, and Billy only drops it so he can kiss Steve.

They keep it chaste, an unhurried, soft press of lips, enjoying their intimacy and their closeness and their familiarity. Simple as it is, it's one of the best kisses he's had. Steve's the best person he's ever met.

When Steve touches him, he feels safe. Billy wants to keep him.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #autistic billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #billy x steve #sorcery writes #mine

[eluminium]

SKIZZLEMAN WEEK LETS GOO!!!! May not have actually written and finished something for like two years BUT SKIZZLEMAN WEEK IS MORE POWERFUL THAN PROCRASTINATION!!!!

Thank you @skizzlemanweek for organizing and creating these prompts!

Prompt 1: Silent/Shout

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It had been a weirdly silent few weeks on Magic Mountain.

Well, kind of. Of course, with seven hermits nearby and many more in horse riding distance, real silence is quite a rare phenomenon. But for the residents around Magic Mountain, an uncomfortable stillness louder than expected had settled into their hearts lately. As she cleans out the bones of her latest catch, Gem remembers mentioning it to Impulse recently.

"I didn't realize how much the man talks until he was gone. And now I'm like: Oh, this is what it's like for there to be silence, actually!"

The man in question? None other than Skizzleman, of course! Who isn't dead, just on some off-server business of some kind. At least that's what he told Gem and the others before leaving.

She rolls her eyes fondly at how Scar started talking about some conspiracy theory of his where Skizz is some heaven-sent spy barely a tick after Skizz took his leave. A rant that resulted in poor Mumbo explaining to a confused Joel that Scar's comic-book hero phase last season had some lasting side effects.

She unceremoniously drops the fish bones into the river outside her new anglerfish-shaped fish shop. They hit the water with a small splash before sinking into the murkiness below. Gotta give back to the river! Otherwise, it'll get mad. That's basic fisherwoman knowledge.

When she turns to head back inside so she can put the fish on the cutting boards away, her eyes catch the faint silhouette of Skizz's pyramid in the distance. The sight of it makes the silence around her somehow more prevalent. A sigh leaves her. She misses him. She never thought that the silence he leaves behind would suck this much.

But as she heads back inside, Gem reminds herself that she won't need to miss him for long. He said he'd only be gone for a few weeks, so he's due to be back pretty soon. Then she can go back to poking him for being old or something. In fact, she can almost hear him shout an overdramatic "HEYYY!" already as she points out that-

Wait.

She quickly drops the floppy boneless salmon in the chilled chest and rushes out the door. She may have a good imagination, but it's not THAT good! She looks around rapidly until her eyes catch something. Two figures in the distance. She squints, but it doesn't really help, so she pulls out a spyglass instead.

She can't help but gasp in surprised happiness when she spots familiar feathery wings and a bright spinning halo. It's Skizz! He's back!

Of course, Impulse stands next to him, his demonic tail flapping wildly in excitement. They seem to already be caught up in a conversation. Typical them, can't leave each other alone for five seconds. Seems like the perfect time for her to come and deliver some made-with-love Gem Punches!

But just as she's about to put the spyglass down and run over, she spots a shocking change in Impulse's facial expression. The happy smile decorating his face melts in a tick into something unreadable. (Fear? Annoyance? Teasing? A mix of that and more?) Confused, Gem stops and pans the spyglass over to Skizz's face. Is he…Is he making kissy faces at Impulse-?

Before she can even process what's going on, Impulse looks in her general direction and RUNS. Full-on sprints at top speed in a manner Gem would be impressed he could do if she wasn't so caught off guard. The spyglass quickly disappears into her inventory as she watches him approach with Skizz hot on his heels.

"GEM!!! HELP!!!" Impulse shouts in a clearly overdramatic tone.

"You can't run forever Dipple Dop!!!" Skizz cackles manically.

"What are you idiots doing?!" She tries to put on a tone of playful annoyance, but her amusement leaks through like water through a hole in a boat.

"He's gonna kiss me on the cheek, Gem!!! You gotta help me!!!" Impulse squeals as he runs around in circles on the shore, skillfully dodging Skizz's attempts to grab him.

Gem can't help it. She bursts out laughing so hard it almost hurts her throat. These dudes, she swears. Obviously, if Impulse was actually uncomfortable with the situation he'd tell Skizz, and they wouldn't have a silly goose chase on her front lawn, so she feels rather justified in cackling at his supposed misfortune. And she only laughs harder when Impulse lets out various desperate noises of desperation, which are comical enough that Skizz has to stop his chase because he's laughing too hard. His hands land on his knees as he completely loses it together with Gem. Impulse giggles and stops in his tracks instead of running further, all but confirming that they're just messing around.

"Wow, Gem! I beg for your help, and you laugh at me? I thought we were friends!" He says in an overly hurt tone while crossing his arms and sniffling dramatically.

Gem opens her mouth to respond, but before a single syllable leaves her, Skizz pounces on Impulse and finally scores his victory by snagging a smooch on the man's cheek. He even manages to catch Impulse in a hug. Gem lets out something between a cheer and an "awwwwwww!" as Impulse wiggles in his best friend's grasp.

"I missed you, Dipple Dop!" Skizz says with happy sincerity as he squeezes said Dipple Dop.

"Missed ya too buddy" Impulse responds, sounding like he's getting all air wrung out of him. He pats Skizz on the back. Skizz, in turn, lets him go and turns his eyes to Gem, still standing in the mouth of her anglerfish. He wastes no time jumping into the river, splashing water everywhere, and then swimming over to her.

"And I missed you too, Gemstone!" He cheers as she helps him up onto the solid (?) ground.

Gem can't help but smile as she tackles him for a hug of her own. As his sturdy and comfy arms wrap around her she feels, more than hears, how the hush around Magic Mountain fades away as one of its seven lively mountaineers has come home once again.

#skizzleman #hermitcraft #skizz week 1 #skizz week #my writing #impulsesv #geminitay #hermitfic #ARE YOU SURPRISED??? #BECAUSE I SURE AM #HAVN'T POSTED ANY WRITING IN SO LONG BUT SKIZZ WEEK GOT ME IN A TRANCE #do people even remember that i write