#I'm in a fucking MOOD today cause I don't feel well and it's making me mad and my patience is GONE

[lost-romantique]

Blitzø's Maturity in Sinsmas

One of my favorite parts about Sinsmas, aside from everything, has to be the amount of maturity Blitzø displays in Sinsmas, or specifically in his conversation with Stolas.

This conversation really goes to show how one of Blitzø's best features is his ability to always say the right thing, when he knows the people in his life truly need it.

He did it with Moxxie and Millie:

"Look, I'm hard on you, because I know what you're capable of, Mox. You care too much about what everyone thinks except for... me, because, y'know, my opinion is correct, but just... keep doing a good job. 'Kay? You shoot 'n kill good, you escape things easy... you can be strategic and cold-blooded when you need to, aaaand don't expect any more compliments; I'm maxed out."

"Millie, I have spent too much of my time, energy, and holes into setting this up for us to entertain your bullshit. I brought you into this company for a reason, okay? You're tougher, smarter, and frankly more capable than anyone I've ever met in any ring..."

"Mind if I steal?" "Today was a lot wasn't it?"

Blitzø starts the conversation with an ice-breaker to lighten the mood because he can tell Stolas is on edge right now.

"I-I- I know you can't see your kid. And I know you did so fucking much just to save my life-"

There are three things I want to point out:

Blitzø makes it very clear that he knows what Stolas just lost, he knows he can't see his daughter.

Blitzø also states that he understands the huge sacrifice Stolas had to make in order to save his life.

Blitzø knows that what happened is a serious situation, he knows how much Stolas loves his daughter, and he doesn't downplay that loss.

"It's okay. Saving you was the right thing to do. And you have risked your life for mine in return. You don't need to feel any guilt for my situation, it was my choice. It was all my choice. I caused all of this."

"She'll understand eventually. You just gotta give her time."

Stolas is mourning the loss of his daughter, and is reflecting on the times he's failed her as her father. And I love how Blitzø states that the simple fact that what Octavia needs right now is time to process things, the same way Stolas needs time to process things as well. And I love how Blitzø says that, "...she'll understand eventually," because it's true. Octavia will understand, eventually.

I think one important thing to note is the fact that Blitzø also doesn't undermine Stolas' statement: "It was my choice. It was all my choice."

Because it's true, Stolas did make a choice...

Stolas chose to give Blitzø the book, thus starting their transactional arrangement.

Stolas chose to give up his own life to save Blitzø from execution.

Stolas chose love, and that is not a bad thing.

"Blitzø, she's gone. For one hundred years, she's gone. And after all that time, she'll never forgive me. I'll be a stranger to her."

"Y'know, my twin sister... She hates me too. For something that I did. And I miss her, every day. We were so fucking close, y'know, we- It's a shitty feeling. But, you just gotta keep trying."

Blitzø, right now, is willingly being vulnerable with Stolas and I think that's beautiful. He encourages Stolas to keep trying to reach out to Octavia, to not give up all hope just yet.

And I love how Blitzø decided to talk about Barbie, and not Fizz, and the reason is simple...

Blitzø can't guarantee a happy ending between Stolas and his daughter, he can't promise any of that. Blitzø states that Octavia will understand him, but he can't promise that Octavia will forgive him.

If Blitzø were to share the fact that he recently rekindled his friendship with Fizz, than that might be giving Stolas a false sense of hope.

And Stolas, right now, doesn't need a success story, he doesn't need, "Hey, I was able to fix my relationship, so you can too". What Stolas needs right now is reassurance that he's not alone, that there is someone out there that understands his pain.

"Sounds likes, uh... they want me back in there..."

"Go enjoy your Sinsmas, Blitzø. I'm fine, you don't have to stay here with me... What are you doing?"

"Well, I can't fucking dance with you without- come here, getting inventive."

I love the Full Moon parallel of Blitzø choosing to stay with Stolas instead of going back to the party. Blitzø knows Stolas is not fine at all.

And while Blitzø can't magically make all things better, Blitzø can at least give Stolas a moment of happiness, a chance to momentarily forget all the pain he just went through, a chance to be with him and him alone.

[lostinlovingrevery]

“van writing logan blurbs tonight” and i SPRINTED to your inbox

time to get horny on main i fear. do you have any thoughts on orgasm denial with mean!logan and bratty!reader. 🪑 (the chair i’m SO sat in.)

also just wanted to say again that i’m glad you’re feeling better :)

THANK YOU, I'm glad to. I'm not hundred percent but def don't feel like i'm on my death bed anymore lmao. I have an awful cough that's probably gonna linger for a month, probs bc I got some weak ass lungs from a sickness I had as a baby lol

Do not fear, horny on main is MY BASELINE!

Nsfw below the cut!

I picked out 70s Logan for this bc I actually had an idea v similar to this and this is my chance to type something out (and maybe make smth more out of it later ;) ). Old man Logan is such a perfect mean logan too~~~~~

"Got something to say now?"

He looked down at your shaking form. Your face planted into the floor. Your arms tied behind your back, keeping you bound and unable to move about freely. You turned your head to look at him, your cheeks stained with your tears.

"Lo-Please-"

He laughs, "Please? Now you're being polite? Where was those manners earlier?"

He kneeled back down in front of you. His hand- already soaked with your juices slide down your back soothingly, came over to cup your pussy, before smacking it- making you yelp. You looked up at him with a pouty lip.

"I'm sorry-"

He tsked, shaking his head. "You're sorry? That right baby?"

You nodded. He tilted his head, "Tell me, are you gonna pull that whiny shit again? Acting like a brat like I don't got shit to worry about already?"

You looked up at him pleadingly with wet eyes. You didn't say anything though and he chuckled, delivering another harsh smack to your already abused cunt. Then his fingers slid through your folds, circling your clit, causing you to arch your back- desperate for him. Only he takes away the pleasure once more.

You been in a bad mood today, and been taking it out on Logan- Just wanted his attention, for him to make you feel better. Except he was busy, had jobs to do, people to talk to.

You didn't like that.

So you began taking out your grouchiness on him. Slamming doors, stomping your feet, giving him sarcastic answers, scowling at him every second.

When he had enough of your attitude, and asked what the hell your problem was you told him to kiss your ass.

That didn't fly.

The next thing you knew your clothes were torn off, tied up, and forced to take his fingers and never the relief. He brought you to the edge over and over, and never allowed you to jump.

"You say sorry but I don't think you mean it darling."

"Please! I just want- I just wanted you- To take care of me." You bite your lower lip, attempting to make yourself look as innocent as possible- and he grinned.

"Yeah?" He stood up, grabbing the small furniture chair and sliding it a foot away from you, sitting down. He reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a lighter and cigar, placing the cigar between his lips and lighting it. You watched him as tears welled up in your eyes again. "Nuff' of the crocodile tears." He mumbles past the cigar.

He takes a puff of it, before spreading his legs, his hand coming down to the zipper of his jeans, an obvious tent in them, symbol of his arousal. "What about me hm? Having to put up with your stomping and attitude all fucking day, yeah?"

You purse your lips together. Biting back the smile on your face, as if this wasn't exactly what you wanted.

"Tell you what bub, why don't you come over here and take care of me. and maybe I'll feel generous enough to return the favor."

[homestylehughes]

3 times nico wanted to kiss you and the 1 time he did.

pairing(s): nico hischier x fem!reader

summary: 3 times nico wanted to kiss you and the 1 time he did.

warning(s): absolutely none. pure sweet fluff :)

wc: 2.3k

an: hi loves! I'm so sorry for my lack of posting and staying on top of everything, life has been kinda kicking my ass recently BUT the show must go on! sooooo.. new nico fic! this is one of my favorite prompts of writing, so I hope you enjoy Nico's version! lmk if you'd like me to write anyone else to this! I loved writing this, and i hope you enjoy reading it! like and reblog if you do! I hope you all are healthy and well. much love as always<3

1.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Nico swore as he kicked the front door of his apartment. Today wasn't his day, first the devils lost their game in a shootout, a game that they should have won. Having to sit through mindless, annoying media after, putting nico in an even more shitty mood. Then he got stuck in traffic on his way back home, his phone died halfway home, and just as he got out of his car it started pouring causing him to get completely soaked. Just to top it all off, if his day couldn't get any worse, he somehow left his keys inside his apartment. Which led to the three kicks Nico gave to his door before dropping his head against the cold wood. 

Nico, too busy trying to wrack his brain on how to get into his apartment, didn't hear the elevator door open, as someone began to walk down the hallway. 

“Nico, are you alright?” a sweet voice says from behind him.

turning his head slowly to see yn, his attractive, sweet as honey neighbor standing next to him in the hallway. 

“Uh hi” he rasps put

“Hi” she replies sweetly, “are you okay?” she asks again

“Um, not really. I haven't had the best day, and I happen to lock my keys in my apartment.” 

“Oh no, im sorry” she says, a genuine look of empathy running along her face 

“Its okay, i'm just going to stand here until it magically opens” nico chuckles out sadly to her 

“If you'd like you could come post up in my place until you can get back to yours? I don't want you to sit out here by yourself all night.” she says softly

“Oh no, i don't want to be a bother”

“Nico you won't be a bother, and i'm offering so please” she says to him with pleading eyes

“Okay, thank you so much. I'll be out of hair as soon as i can” he smiles to her

“Don't even worry about it, you're more than welcome over at any time.” She smiles at him, turning on her heel to the other side of the hall to open her door, Nico following behind her, shutting the door after him. 

“I see you've changed some things, since the last time i've been here” nico says as he looks around her apartment

“I have! Changing it up a bit for the different seasons. Do you like it” yn asks shyly

“I do, its very..you” he smiles to her

“Thank you Nico, that's very kind.” 

“Oh! You're soaking wet, let me see if I have anything you can wear. Follow me” she says, turning away to make her way to what nico thinks to be her bedroom as he follows her.

“Yn you don't have too” he says, feeling bad that she's doing all of this for him 

“Nico please stop apologizing it's okay, i promise” her hands rummaging through her dresser as she speaks 

“Here! I have there huge sweatpants and shirt from my college days hopefully this works for you” she smiles, holding out the clothes in front of her

“This is great thank you” he smiles back, taking them from her hands. His gaze lingering a little longer than it should over her face, taking in the soft color of her eyes, as well as her smile, drinking each bit of her features as he could. 

“The bathrooms right down the hall, feel free to shower if you'd like. I'm about to get started on dinner” 

“Okay great, thank you so much again” nico says for the 15th time he thinks tonight

“Of course nico, whatever you need im always here” sending him another sweet smile, that almost makes him drop to his knees

“Well i'm going to get changed, i'll be down in a little” 

“Of course! I'll be in the kitchen, let me know if you need anything’’

Nico nods in response before finding the door to the bathroom, entering before closing the door behind him. Looking at himself in the mirror at his wet dog appearance. Sighing before turning around, opening the shower, turning on the water to the highest setting. Peeling off his wet clothing before getting in, the hot water is doing wonders for his sore body. 

The loss of the game, or being locked out of his apartment weren't on his mind anymore. The only thing he could think about was you, and how kind and sweet you were to him and how much he wanted to kiss you. 

2. 

Nico stands outside your door after delivering 3 heavy knocks in hopes that you're home. Since the night he spent in your place, you and Nico have gotten closer, meeting each other for coffee at least once a week, talking to each other in the hallway whenever you see each other, along with constantly keeping incontact over text. 

Nico who had been gone on a week and a half roadie is finally home, after learning one day when he was gone that you've never been to a devils game he decided that he wanted to change that, which leads him to where he is now. Holding a jersey with his number on it, in hopes that you'll wear it and 3 tickets for you and any two friends you'd wish to invite. 

Your door opens signaling that your home, nico perking up instantly once he sees your face.

“Nico! You're home hi!” you say, quickly pulling him a hug, pulling back quickly sending him a smile.

“I am, and i have a gift for you” he says with a smile

“Nico..what did i tell you about gifts” yn says sending him a slight pout 

“Oh shush, you're going to like this, here” he says holding the jersey and envelope in front of her to grab

Opening the envelope and looking at the jersey silently, pausing before looking up at him. 

“Nico this is so sweet” she says before pulling him another hug

“I hope to see you there, if you aren't busy” 

“Luck for you, im off that day” 

“Good, i can't wait to see you in my jersey” he says with a slight smirk on his face 

“Me neither..captain” she says sending him a wink 

Nico can feel his chest and his pants tighten at the nickname that rolls so smoothly off your tongue. 

“Well i'll let you get back to your night” 

“Right, thank you for this again, can't wait to see you in action in person.” yn says with a giggle

“I'll play my best just for you” 

“You better..captain. Goodnight nico” yn says, sending him another hollywood famous smile

“goodnight, yn” sending her one last smile, before turning towards his door, hearing her door softly shut just as he opens his. 

Entering his apartment, shutting it behind him, dropping his head against it. The only thoughts running through his mind is how would your lips taste against his. 

3. 

It's the night of the game you're attending and Nico couldn't be more scared as he steps on the ice for warmups. The whole team was already picking on him before the game in the locker room, when they found out a girl Nico was interested in was coming to watch the game tonight, thanks to jack. 

Making his normal rounds on the ice, practicing a few goals, passing a few pucks to jack and luke as he tries to settle his nerves. He spent the last two minutes of the warm ups looking all over for you in the stands, unable to remember where your seats are at, he hopes that you're somewhere in the stands. 

The warmups end as the team now gets ready for the start of the national anthem, lining against the blueline as the song starts. dropping his head, closing his eyes letting the song relax his nerves before the game. Once the song ends. He begins to skate off the ice, but not before he sees your face. 

There you are standing, in the stands with the brightest smile he's ever seen on your face. Your hair falls perfectly as you laugh at something one of your friends said, before turning back towards the ice where you lock eyes with him. Sending him a wave and smile, Nico flashing the same in return. His eyes taking over your jersey covered body, his jersey, his number, he can't help but feel a sense of pride as he looks at you one last time before making his way to the bench. 

“I know that look” jack says beside him, sending him a light shoulder push, “she's here isn't she?” he asks, already knowing the answer 

“She is, and she looks beautiful”

“You gave her your jersey didnt you?” jack asks a teasing smile on his face 

“ i did” nico replies meeting jacks eyes, his face now holding a shit eating grin

“Awwww little Nico's in love!” jack laughs 

“Shut up.” 

“When are you going to ask her out?” he asks 

“Soon, i hope” he replies 

“You really like her huh?” 

“I really like her” 

Really liking her as nico called it would be an understatement. He would give her the moon, and anything in between, if it would make her happy. He wants to know what it's like to take her on dates, wake up next to her everyday, and most importantly what it's like to kiss her. 

+1 

“Dinner at my place at 7?” reads the text from yn as nico checks his phone after practice, a smile spreading across his face as he responds sending, “i'll be there at 7:)” before setting his phone down, to finish getting dressed. 

“What's the smile on your face cap?” Jack asks from beside him, as he picks up his gear. 

“What, can a guy not smile anymore?” he replies 

“We know who put a smile on your face cap” Jack snickers to him. “So when are you gonna grow a pair and ask her out?” he asks, as he and Nico make their way out of the locker room.

“I don't know, maybe tonight? She invited me over for dinner. Sometimes i can't tell if she likes me or not” nico sighs out

“Dude.” jack says as he turns to look at nico

“You actually can't be serious. She's definitely into you. She literally came to her first NHL game and wore your jersey, AND she invited you over for dinner randomly. She definitely likes you.” 

“I hope so, i'll ask her tonight '' Nico says confidently, Jack's words finally knocking some sense into him. 

“You better, or I'll do it myself” Jack says with a smirk, Nico sending him a glare at his words causing Jack to let out a deep laugh as they make their way to their cars. 

“YOU BETTER DO IT!” jack says out his car window, as he pulls out 

“I WILL” Nico shouts back, sending him a thumbs up. 

As nick drives home the only thing on his mind is you, and how tonight he wouldn't back down, that tonight he'd ask you out, and maybe just maybe even kiss you. 

– 

Nicos hand slightly shakes as he goes to knock on your door, giving it a firm knock. His grasp on the bouquet of flowers tightens as he hears your footsteps on the other side of the door. 

“Hi” yn smiles at him as she opens her front door, stepping back quickly allowing nico to come in, closing the door behind them. 

“Hi, it smells wonderful in here. What's on the menu tonight chef?” nico asks as he follows yn into her kitchen 

“It's a surprise” she says, finally turning around to meet his eyes. Nico finally got a good look at her for the first time tonight. He can't help but stare at her, taking in all of her beautiful features, mesmerized by how effortlessly beautiful she is. 

“Nico?” yns sweet voice breaking him out his daydream

“Yeah?” 

“Are you okay? You kinda just stared at me for a sec” 

“Yeah yeah, I'm okay. Just got lost in thought. Oh! These are for you” he says trying to change the subject, holding the flowers out for her to take.

“Aw these are so cute! how'd you know these are my favorites?” yn asks, a bright smile on her face as she takes the flowers from him. 

“You told me” 

“Wasn't that like months ago?” 

“I try to remember everything about you. I know your favorite flower are tulips, and that you hate peas, how you only sleep on the left side of any bed." Nico cuts himself before he embarrasses himself anymore than he has. His face heats up with a deep shade of red as yn stands there staring at him wide eyed over his words.

“I'm sorry that was too much, and uncalled for.” he quickly says, in a miserable attempt to cover his tracks 

“No ones ever taken the time to ever know me like that before” yn says quietly  

“ I don't know why anyone would. Everything about you is perfect and beautiful” he says, finding her gaze. 

“Do you really mean that?” 

“I meant every word.” Nico says as  he continues to look at her. He can almost see the gears moving her head as she tries to find her words. Instead of speaking, Nico suddenly feels her soft lips against his. 

His body moving before his brain does, wrapping his hands around her face pulling her into his body, their lips moving in sync. 

“Wow” nico whispers, pulling away from her lips

“Why didn't we do that sooner?” yn says almost against nico lips, bringing her head up to look at nico whose hands are still around her face. 

“I don't know, but I think I want to do it again, '' Nico says before softly kissing her. 

[reignpage]

Hii! I really love your works💜

I don’t know if you know of this trend but it was like how a girl would be with her boyfriend and she’ll be like “if you want to get with him you’ll have to go through me first” and then she’ll kiss him and later on be like “he’s the best big brother ever.” To catch the guy off guard. I was wondering if you could do it with reader and the jjk boys?😭

Gojo:

"Yeah, what she said--b-brother?' "BROTHER????" more shocked than disgusted like wow you really outdid him on the obnoxious pranks will bring it up randomly after you want a kiss? "no no siblings don't do that" "I don't think it's normal to cuddle with your brother like this" will never shut up maybe gets himself a mug that says 'best brother"

Geto:

"Big brother? I see you're in a fun mood today." "Well, if that's how you want to play, then, yes, I am indeed your big brother." he's used to your antics patient as hell lets you do your thing "no, go on, pretty, tell them all about how great of a brother I am" kill them with kindness type shit

Choso:

definition of confused, it's very Drax from Guardians of the Galaxy tbh "We aren't siblings." "Are we?" Full panic mode, breakdown, crashing out at the thought that he's fucked his sibling "we've done things siblings shouldn't do! oh no, what am I going to do?"

Toji:

"da fack?" "fuck's wrong with you?" "Jesus Christ ma, give a guy a little warning, yeah?" shrugs you off thoroughly disgusted like dick literally deflated and started retreating into his body once in a while remembers it and shivers

Nanami:

"no. just no." "that's enough, sweetheart." shakes his head and gives you a firm look "I see, you're feeling mischievous. well, when the well behaved you comes back, you know where to find me" he'll just walk off to let you think about your actions he really does not have the energy to deal with a replication of Gojo's energy/humour at home

Sukuna:

if somehow, you've caught him in a good mood then he'll actually find it funny like the idea of making other mortals repulsed and disturbed makes him so happy so he'll play along "I am indeed the best brother in this world's history." grabs your ass with one hand and your jaw in the other full on makes out with you and then makes you say "thank you for the kisses big brother" go big or go home type shit

Yuji:

so disturbed you actually feel really really bad by the look of pure fear on his face "just to clarify we are NOT siblings. just normal bf and gf." "scout's honour!!!"

Megumi:

sighs full of exasperation "seriously, wtf y/n?" "where did you even get this idea?" "what kind of sick idiots thought of this?" one of the most bothered cause he has a sister and is just so done with the world

Inumaki

nods "mustard leaf" when you post the video, he comments and says, 'I'm the proudest big brother ever" "I'm so lucky to have a little sis like you' "big bro misses you already" very committed to the act

[soap-ify]

nsfw below , mdni.

YOU'RE AN ANGEL, I'M A DOG | simon 'ghost' riley x reader.

02 — you believe me like a god, i destroy you like i am.

chapter summary — after chaos broke out during your work, simon attempts to comfort you in his own way.

tags / cw — angst, reader almost has a panic attack, reactions from bad anxiety, reader is yelled at, verbal assault, violence (simon beats someone up), tending to wounds i don't know how that thing works, just reader and simon being awkward, simon is very self aware, smut 18+, outercourse, grinding through clothes, p in v. [3.8k words]

☆ reader written with afab anatomy but gender neutral terms.

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If you had the choice to disappear into the void, you would.

The cafe was quite crowded, which was a good thing for the place but not so welcoming for you. The customers kept on rushing in, rambling out orders while you hastily gave them their stuff while trying your best to not mess anything up. You knew the others were working just as much as you, and you didn’t want to seem selfish by thinking that you were having it the worst out there.

Though your brain truly was horribly overwhelmed with the amount of faces in this small cafe. The heat made your head throb, causing you to rub your hands over your face and take a few deep breaths, afraid that you’d break down in front of everyone, feeling your palms getting clammy. It was so hard to keep your voice controlled and polite while talking to the others, making sure that it didn’t crack.

You despised busy days.

Simon was sitting alone at the far edge seat inside the cafe, a cup of bitter black coffee on the table while his brown eyes blankly stared at you, observing your struggles that you seemingly masked quite well in front of others, but well, not for him.

The rest of the taskforce wasn’t here today since it wasn’t a weekend, and normally Simon himself would have never willingly come over at a crowded place like this. But he was feeling too restless in his apartment. Maybe he just needed fresh air. His mind kept on making dumb excuses, even though he was fully aware that he just wished to see you.

Plus it was always somewhat comforting knowing that he would keep you safe.

You were aware of him, aware of his eyes on you and words couldn’t describe how grateful you were. It was as if his familiar presence was the only thing keeping you sane during this shift, knowing that once this was over, you could talk to him if he’d let you.

You had just given the person standing in the front of the queue their coffee, watching them leave before the other person came at the front — some guy who was probably around your age, looking at you with a wolfish grin plastered on his lips that sent uncomfortable shivers down your spine.

“What would you like, sir?” You asked politely, fumbling with the fabric of your apron behind the counter, thankfully hidden from everyone’s sight. Inhale, exhale.

“A large cup of espresso, sugar.” That man replied, the pet name causing you to internally grimace. Fucking disgusting.

You silently nodded and went back to go over to the coffee machine, only to find out that one of the ingredients had run out. Today truly was your unlucky day.

A wave of panic shot over you as you walked over to the counter once more, facing that man. “I-I am sorry, sir… It seems like the espresso can’t be made due to the shortage of some stuff…” You were unable to hold in the little stammer in your words this time, your breath hitching at the way some anger began making its way over to that man’s face, his mood taking a huge swing. Volatile.

It scared, no, terrified you to see someone angry over something you said. It reminded you of your own parents, reminded you of things you no longer had wished to recall at this point.

“Fuck you mean shortage? What kind of cafe is this?!” The man snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at you, his seething rage causing you to freeze on your spot. Fuck, everyone was looking. You hated this — hated the way you flinched at his loud voice, hated the way everyone was staring at you, silence taking over the cafe before soft murmurs could be heard here and there. Gossiping about this.

As if this was just a joke to them, as if all of this was normal.

“I-I understand your anger, sir… But—” Your words were cut off by his impatient slam on the counter. Your eyes widened and everything for a second seemed too silent, too unbearable. Don’t panic, don’t panic…

“You useless slag. Why don’t you just quit this job and—”

“Fucking get off her, you bastard.” A large hand grabbed the strange man’s collar and shoved him out of your sight, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Simon. You had almost forgotten that he was here too. Another wave of humiliation and helplessness hit you as you just stood there, feeling like a weak idiot.

You didn’t even have to speak, not that you were going to, before Simon pulled the man back up on his feet. “You. Come with me.” He growled and dragged the man out of the cafe, leaving behind an unsettling thick layer of silence caused by the commotion. Over a fucking coffee.

Everyone saw it. Everyone saw you getting yelled at. Everyone saw you being fucking useless.

You soon realised that tears had begun blurring your vision, causing you to hastily undo your apron and scurry off into the staff room.

Simon had that horrendous man thrown into an eerily quiet alley with no one in sight except them both.

“Who do you think you’re messing with?” He growled under his breath, fingers curled up into fists, knuckles a bit bruised and bleeding after having repeatedly punched the man on his face, resulting in a broken nose and some broken teeth. Honestly deserved worse.

Simon didn’t know why he was so angry. He just hated seeing you already on the edge before this man just came in and messed everything up. How dare he yell at you? Scumbag. Simon wanted to spit at him and throw him in the bin like the fucking garbage he was, but he knew that someone could always walk by even in an isolated alley like this and he definitely didn’t want unnecessary attention.

Adrenaline was coursing through Simon’s veins and he could hear the blood rushing into his ears. He looked scary above the man, brown eyes wide and deadly. The fact that his face was covered in that balaclava made him look all the more inhuman.

Thank goodness you weren’t here to witness this.

In Simon’s mind, this was who he really was. Roughened up and turned into this rageful mess after years of brutal training and even worse missions. Trained like a fucking dog. Maybe that was what he was. A dog. Not a human, just a pathetic dirty thing who only knew the worst, who only knew the wrongs.

He was his own poison, killing himself on his own.

With one last kick on the stomach, Simon left the man to weep alone in the alley. He didn’t have to deal with someone like that anymore, all he could think was of you and how you probably were feeling right now.

Your manager had luckily let you end your shift early today, albeit still having scolded you for creating such a ruckus inside the cafe. For ruining a nice busy day. It made your throat tighten, making you feel as if everyone was blaming you for this. Maybe it really was your fault.

You silently stood outside the cafe, staring down at your hands that were clasped together, your fingers visibly trembling. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to clear the fog in your head. Your moment of silence was broken by the familiar sound of soft footsteps nearing you.

Yes, you had memorised his footsteps. You knew everyone’s, actually. And his were your favourite — oddly soft and quiet, juxtaposing to what you initially expected from someone of his size. He was probably very skilled in sneaking up behind the people.

Simon silently stood besides you, not uttering a word. For a whole minute, it was just silence between you, your eyes nervously darting around before landing on his hands that were uncharacteristically not covered in his usual gloves that he wore all the time except for when you both were all alone.

And that’s when you noticed it, his bleeding knuckles.

“Simon…” You breathed out in panic, voice laced with concern as your eyes repeatedly shot back and forth between his face and his hands. What the fuck happened?

“Didn’t want my gloves getting dirty.” He mused gruffly, his eyes slowly looked down at you, causing you to knit your brows even more.

“He’s not gonna bother you again, love. No one is.” He finally mumbled after a few seconds, one hand of his reaching out to gently ruffle your hair. He really wasn’t bothered by the mild cuts on his knuckles. In fact, he really didn’t care. He wasn’t even thinking of bandaging it.

“Let’s go to my place.” You urged him, lips a bit pouty while worry was etched over your face.

He couldn’t help but find you adorable.

Once you both reached your apartment, you were quick to push him onto the couch and hastily grab a first aid kit, scurrying over to sit beside him on the couch.

“Show me your hands.” You mumbled softly, causing him to reluctantly let your gentle hands hold his callused, larger hands. What a contrast. He felt guilty for making you hold such a dirty, damaged thing.

You were quick to clean up his hands, carefully touching the cuts with the cotton pads. You didn’t even want to imagine what Simon was capable of. Your eyes scanned his hands carefully, admiring every scar on his skin.

You never really thought much of it. Sure you knew that he was in the military, always doing some sort of highly dangerous work. But you never really saw that side of his — scary one. So it was fairly easy to forget his real strength until moments like these came to remind you. Though you never really disliked him for it.

You don’t think you could ever dislike him. He was just… everything.

Ever since you both have come to your place, all you could think about was how he stood up for you. You didn’t like pity, but the fact that someone cared, especially if that someone was Simon, made you feel all the more warmer aside.

He did care for you, right? Were you too fond of him? Too in awe of him?

You dabbed some antiseptic on the cuts before applying some cute panda bandaids on his knuckles. He stared at them questionably, brows furrowed though an amused scoff soon escaped his lips behind the mask. “You don’t own normal bandaids?”

“These are normal!” You grumbled, blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Just kiddin’... They are cute like you.”

You got up to put the kit away and wash your hands before coming back to sit besides him, pulling your knees to your chest, silence filling the room up once more.

Simon could see how you were still shaken up, the frown etched on your face accentuating the storm of thoughts raging inside your head. It made his heart ache, though he didn’t move a muscle at all, silently staring at you from the corner of his.

He didn’t know how to comfort you at all.

All he knew was how to handle guns and beat up people. All he knew was how to ignite a sense of terror within people.

Simon didn’t want to think of himself as a monster, the word alone making him think of no one other than his father. He wasn’t that man, he wasn’t.

He sighed behind his balaclava after a while and shuffled a bit closer to you on the couch, his arm brushing against yours.

Your body tensed up for a second, and he was just about to back away once he sensed it before you eventually relaxed and leaned into him, a trembling sigh escaping your lips. He was warm, and you couldn’t help but think of him as a blanket that was shielding you from the world. A protector. Though he really wasn’t that, right? What even was he to you?

You didn’t want to think of that right now, not when your brain was already so exhausted after everything that happened today, the little bit of confidence you had already shattered.

Simon’s hand slowly snaked behind your back, drawing lazy discreet circles on your waist through the fabric of your shirt. You could make out some of them — a circle, then a star, then some random incomprehensible shape that he probably just made up on the spot and then a star again. This act of his made you smile a bit, your eyes fluttering up to look at him, only to find him looking back at you.

You had caught him staring at you multiple times before, but this moment felt so different — more cozy and intimate. It made your heart skip a beat, your brain feeling all foggy due to the sudden wave of happiness shooting within you.

Simon probably noticed the change in the air too since his hand was quick to pull back and settle on his lap, fingers drumming on his thigh, pretending as if nothing happened. It left you confused, disappointed even, but more so at yourself then at him. Why were you making every little interaction with him such a big deal? He didn’t like you the way you liked him.

Simon was silent for a while, multiple thoughts going on within his head. His large hand slowly drifted towards you once more, this time towards your thigh, fingers absent-mindedly caressing you. Well, he could comfort you in the way he knew of.

Your body was quick to react to his touch, your breath hitching while you were simultaneously a bit embarrassed of how you were so used to his touch, used to the way his caresses would make you squirm. You could already pick up on his intention behind this, to somehow get your mind off whatever happened in your job today.

“C’mere, love…”

His callused hands pulled you onto his lips with ease, holding onto your hips, your face facing his, eyes meeting. You swear you could feel the world slowing down every time your eyes would meet his, his stare alone coaxing you to lean into him, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck while your fingers curled up into the fabric of the large grey hoodie he was wearing.

“I’ll take care of you. I promise.” His gruff voice came out as a whisper, making your heart swell yet ache at the same time. Yes, please take care of me, these words repeated over and over in your head while you sheepishly nodded against his neck.

His hands were quick to work, not letting you do a single thing, lifting your hips up gently as he slid down your pants, carefully removing them all the way down, letting it drop to the ground. Your hands reached down in attempted to undo his pants, though he just lightly smacked your hands away and shook his head, huffing softly as he unbuckled the belt and unzipped his pants on his own, tugging them alongside his boxers just a bit so his cock was free from the restraints, already semi-hard.

Your mouth watered at the familiar sight that always made you all heated up and blustered, blood rushing to your cheeks while your eyes stared down at his cock, admiring the veins that adorned it. It was just perfect — girthy and uncut.

“Simon…” A meek whine left your lips while your eyes literally pleaded him to do something, anything to just somehow make your mind empty, to let you forget about everything, to let you pretend that everything was fine. Pretend that you were with him.

His cock twitched at the noise you made, one hand of his tight gripping your hip in position while his other hand gently grabbed the base of his cock, beginning to rub the head against your clothed cunt, watching the way a wet patch was forming on your panties.

“D-Don’t tease me like this!” You grumbled, nibbling on your bottom lip as you felt the swollen head of his now hardened up cock bumping against your clothed clit, making your hips bucking towards him, desperate for more.

“Don’t nibble your lip like that, love. You’re gonna bruise it.” He breathed out, his eyes falling onto your lips that looked so kissable, making him clench his jaw behind that balaclava of his. No, he couldn’t kiss you.

He continued to play with you like this, rubbing and smearing his precum on your panties, continuing to grind against your clothed cunt, ruining this pair of panties. You mentally noted that you should buy some new ones this weekend.

It wasn’t until a few moments later that you started to feel the familiar tight knots building in your abdomen, a soft whimper leaving your lips while your fingers tightened around the fabric of his hoodie, desperately grinding back against his clock. “P-Please, please, Si… So close, pl—”

He stopped, gently pushing you slightly backwards on his lap so his cock was no longer touching you. A frustrated sob left your lips as you glared at him in confusion, eyes all glossy and he couldn’t help but grin behind his mask, noticing how adorable you looked like this. He already knew that he had successfully distracted you from your thoughts. He knew this wasn’t the ideal way. Hell, he should have actually cuddled with you and shared some comforting words. But fuck, he can’t. He shouldn’t. He is already being selfish enough with this whole thing you two have going on, and he definitely doesn’t want to risk progressing into something more.

He was a fucking asshole, he knew it. He knew of how he didn’t deserve you, and you definitely didn’t deserve a broken, fucked up in the head man like him. You deserved better.

But you two were already so far into this, weren’t you?

“Ssh, don’t worry. Gonna make you cum properly.” He assured you, gently pulling you into him once more, his fingers pushing your panties aside and giving your throbbing clit a few sweet rubs before positioning the head of his twitching cock in front of your entrance, looking at you while you were looking down at the spot your bodies were about to be connected at, literally swooning.

“Please…” You pleaded, feeling his cock gently smear your slick all over your folds before beginning to gently push into your tightness, a quiet grunt leaving his lips at the way you clenched around you, still struggling to fully get used to the way his girth would stretch you out. Your head fell onto his shoulder, panting softly as you tried to relax, feeling him slide into you slowly, inch by inch until he was fully snug inside your tight cunt, the cloth of your panties gently grazing against the side of his shaft.

“Takin’ me so well, aren’t ya? Always do. That pretty cunt of yours is so perfect.” He praised hoarsely into your ears, his affectionate words driving you over the edge, feeling him begin to lazily fuck his cock in and out of your fluttering cunt, hitting the spongy spots inside you with ease, as if having them all memorised within his head. Shaky moans would leave your lips at the blissful feeling, eyes rolling back into your head once you felt the head of his cock slam against your cervix, him making sure that it wasn’t painful at all. His hand massaged your hip gently, fondling the flesh and gently guiding you to grind against him while his other hand slid in between your connected bodies, caressing the moist skin of your thigh before moving in between to lightly rub your clit, feeling you clenching around him tightly.

You felt fuzzy, leaning into him fully to let his warmth relax you, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against you while your eyes fluttered shut, head fully nuzzled into his neck. You felt the knots building up again, even stronger this time, leaving you with no time to warn him before your orgasm washed over you hard, your walls spasming around him while a muffled moan left your lips, his fingers rubbing your clit just heightening up your sensitivity. He breathed heavily, his eyes filled with adoration at the way you cummed around his cock, his shaft having a white ring around him, filling his heart with a sickeningly proud feeling at the realisation that only he was capable of making you cum so hard, of making you get rid of all those thoughts.

His own orgasm flooded within him soon after, balls tightening up as he pulled his cock out of your cunt and gave it a few pumps, spraying the thick strings of his cum all over your sweaty, trembling thighs.

Both of you were breathing heavily, tingles spreading through your skin that made you smile at how full of pleasure you felt right now, all floaty as you fully collapsed onto him, clinging onto his tight while his sticky cock rested against your inner thigh, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your lower back.

“Si… Thank you so much…” You sleepily babbled, your breathing getting calmer.

He wished that he could show you the stupid smile that was spread on his face right now.

“I am goin’ to go for deployment after two days.”

He randomly announced that night, causing you to freeze and look away from the movie you both were watching and towards him, eyes all wide. What the fuck? And here you were being happy that he had decided to stay with you tonight, having agreed to spend some time with you.

You were making it all up, all this happiness and whatever feelings and signals you thought you were getting from him. Deployment. God, you hated that word and the way it filled you with dread, the way it always left you all anxious during the weeks he’d be away, fighting god knows who, literally a mistake away from walking on a bridge from life to death.

“How long…?” You quietly asked, trying not to seem so fazed by his sudden words, fingers fiddling with your shirt while your eyes looked away.

“Dunno… I believe it won’t be longer than two weeks. Don’t worry, love.” He mumbled after a while, subtle warmth lingering in his voice as his hand reached to gently caress the back of your head, causing you to sigh softly and lean into him, frowning a bit.

“Okay… Stay safe, Si.”

You trust him. Of course you do.

Liar. Fucking liar. It had been three weeks, three weeks without any contact from him, or any news from him. He wasn’t on this mission with Kyle as far as you knew, so there was no point in asking him.

Was Simon safe? Was he wounded? Did he get captured? Did he get tired of you? Is he finally getting rid of you? Is he… abandoning you?

You tried to shake these thoughts off your mind, trying to remember that his job was a hard one. Still, you stupidly kept grabbing your phone, desperate for any notification or noise.

Only to be met with silence.

notes : thank you so much for the support on the previous chapter :( !! i feel truly grateful. also... feeling evil i love fucking stuff up for simon.

[slayfics]

Katsuki makes you tea.

800 words~

You dropped the bag of tea leaves into your mug watching as the leaves slowly turned the water a different color. Today was filled with long classes and even longer training. It didn't help that you still weren't fully healed from an exceptionally challenging spar with your classmates earlier in the week.

You were excited to bring the tea up to your dorm and finally rest. Suddenly a loud explosion went off startling you and causing you to drop your mug. Your mug dropped and shattered, spilling hot tea and pieces of the mug all over the floor.

You looked up to see Katsuki booming with laughter, "Damn I got you good!" He exclaimed in between his laughs.

You rolled your eyes and bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the mug. Once his laughter subsided, Katsuki bent down and began helping you.

"Can't believe that I scared you that bad," He said mockingly.

You scoffed but ignored his comment, feeling irritated at the delay he caused to you finally getting back to your dorm to relax. Katsuki looked up from the mess to analyze your expression. You usually weren't so curt with him, that was when Katsuki noticed the burn on your arm that was still healing from your spar with him earlier in the week.

"Hey, what the hell? Why don't you have the burn ointment Recovery Girl gave you on that?" He asked.

You shrugged your shoulders as you walked over to the trash to toss the broken pieces of the mug, "It stings when I put it on," you explained.

"Tch- you're such a damn baby. How do you expect to be a pro hero someday if you can't even take care of yourself?" Katsuki barked at you.

Usually, Katsuki's words didn't get to you. You understood his harshness was just his way of caring, but today you were too exhausted to put in the extra effort it took to be patient with him.

"I don't know, I guess I just won't be a pro hero then," You said exhaustedly, grabbing another mug from the kitchen cabinet.

"Hu?" Katsuki grumbled, taken off guard by your defeated response. Your lack of initiative to engage in your usual banter with him made him realize how exhausted you actually were. Ignoring the guilt that bubbled up in his stomach Katsuki yelled at you, "Hey, step aside. I'll do that."

"It's fine I'll make another one, Bakugo," you said stubbornly, heating more water.

"Don't be a brat, give that to me," He said, grabbing the mug out of your hand. "Besides, you were making it wrong. If you're not feeling so well you should add some lemon and honey too," He said as he began to re-make your tea.

“How can you tell I’m not feeling well?” You asked surprised by his accurate observation

“Tch- it’s obvious, it’s all over your damn face. So just- let me make this for you alright,” he said stubbornly.

You couldn't help but giggle and feel your mood begin to shift. While Katsuki's demeanor was harsh as he made your tea, he was extraordinarily detailed. He was careful to make the water not too hot and was particular with the precise amount of lemon and honey he added to the cup.

"The hell are you laughing about?" He asked.

"It's just- you're such a tsundere it's cute," you replied.

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" He yelled.

His strong reaction only caused you to laugh more, "Being mad at being called a tsundere is soooo something a tsundere would do," You teased him.

"Tch whatever- you're just tired as hell and your brain is not working right or something," he complained.

You laughed and went to grab the finished tea from his hand but he pulled it back from you.

"No- I'm walking you to your dorm to make sure you don't drop this one too, you damn klutz," He barked.

"What?! I only dropped it because you scared me!" You argued.

"Make all the excuses you want, I'm still coming up there to make sure you put on that damn burn ointment you baby. I'll do it for you, but I don't want to hear you whining about how much it stings!" He said beginning to make his way to your dorm.

"Tsundere," You whispered under your breath.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY!?" He yelled, turning around the pupils, vanishing in his eyes from anger.

"I said thank you Bakugo," You lied.

"Hmpf- whatever let's go it's late as hell," He said, as you two made your way up to your dorm.

Tags: @derangedmango @queenpiranhadon @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle

[goofygecko]

Through The Window

(2)

Part 1

Masterlist

Summary—

Maybe you should've thought about wearing that skirt before you left for work.

Warnings

PinV, desk sex, slut-shamimg, breeding kink, daycryphilia, possibly small suit kink, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, boss/employee, older man/younger woman, hair-pulling, face pulling (not a ton though), commando, no prep

William couldn't get that image of you out of his mind, or the sound of his name on your tongue. He would have you today, and he'd make sure of it.

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You joyfully walk into the pizzeria, inhaling the smell of cheap pizza and dust. (Which your senses have tricked you into thinking the smell was pleasant due to having to smell it everyday.) The family friendly restaurant had been your closest thing to an escape from reality for a long while.

"Someone seems excited today." William teases as you walk by him, his voice making you spin around completely.

"Oh, yeah, just have a feeling it's gonna be a good day!" You smile at him before looking at him again, "Y'know?" You add awkwardly.

"Mmmhm.." The man hums before looking you up and down, observing your short skirt.

"That skirt isn't very appropriate for a children's establishment, y'know." He mocks your poor vocabulary.

"Oh! Sorry, I can go back and change into something else, if that's fine with you." You chuckle nervously as you point to the door, speaking with your hands.

"That won't be necessary." William grunts, shifting his position to hide the growing tent in his pants, "Come to my office in 10." He commands before walking away from you.

As soon as William walks away you feel like you've been shattered into a million pieces. Usually, being called to his office meant being demoted or even fired. You must have fucked up somehow.

Solemnly, you make your way to Afton's office. Only stopping to look up occasionally until you got to his door, not even needing to knock as the door swung open infront of you.

"Oh. Hello, dear, I was just about to start looking for you, come in."

"Hi, Mr.Afton.."

"Awh, dear, what happened to your cheerful mood?" William asks with fake sympathy.

You shrug.

"Well, darling, that isn't much of an answer. Now is it?" William teases.

"No..." Replying quietly, you look up at him. Fuck, is he hot.

He chuckles at your scared expression. Honestly, you probably would do anything he tells you to do.

You hear a click.

"Now, dear, I want you to take off that slutty little skirt for me."

"Excuse me...?"

"You heard me, dear. Take. It. Off." He demands.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

"Yessir.." You reply sheepishly, slipping the skirt off before realizing you'd forgotten a key piece of fabric.

"No panties? How dirty of you, dear." Afton chuckles at your bare hips before biting his lip, feeling the tent in his pants practically suffocating his dick.

You gulp, "I-I'm sorry, Mr.Afton.. I forgot I—"

"Lies won't get you anywhere, slut."

You laugh awkwardly.

"It's not a lie, Mr.Af-"

"Oh, please. I'm no fool, dear. If anything, I'd say you were planning on this happening, that's why you wore such a small skirt."

You gulp as you stand fully, skirt around your ankles as cold air bites at your ass. William walks behind you, groping and palming at you exposed skin.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this? You little cock-tease.." He groans as he nudges you forward until you are within contact of the cold, hard, wooden desk in the middle of the room.

You can feel his cock poking at you through his slacks as you lean forward slightly.

"Mmh, what a pathetic girl.." He mumbles as he places a hand on your back, bending you over the desk fully.

"'m not patheti—"

Slap.

"Don't argue with me, slut." He talks down to you as he lands another slap on your ass causing you to gasp and grip onto the desk.

"Ok! O-Ok! 'm sorry, Mr.Afton! 'm sorry!" You sobbed, the sting left from his hand vibrating through your entire body in waves of pain. Surely, you'd be struggling to sit down by tomorrow with how hard he was striking your bottom.

After a few more slaps, his spanking finally ceased. Leaving your ass a bright red and your cheeks soaked with clear lines of tears.

A faint zipper sound came from behind you along with cloth rustling.

"Now, do you think that you'll need my fingers to help you take me?" He teased. You shook your head hesitantly, not wanting to anger the man who currently had his cock on your sopping cunt.

"Mmh.. good." He mumbled as he slowly slid into you, grunting at how tight you were.

You yelped in pain, not expecting the stretch of his entrance to hurt as much as it had. Tears pricked at your eyes as you struggled to stay still.

"M-Mr.Afton..! It hurts! Please one secon—"

"No. You are going to fucking take it, you cock-tease. Do you know what you do to me? I can't keep my fucking eyes off you." He growled in your ear as he bottomed out causing you to let out a loud moan as his tip kissed your cervix. He stayed still for a moment to compose himself before roughly fucking into you from behind, the loud slapping emitted from between the two of you filled the room with the slick sounds of your cunt.

"Your moans sound so pathetic, dear. Ah- Mr.Afton-!" He mocked you before sticking two of his fingers into your mouth, pulling the corner of you mouth to stop you from stifling any of your pathetic moans.

"Mphftr Aphton!" You moaned incoherently, unable to properly form words with him holding your mouth open.

"Awh, what's wrong? Poor baby can't talk?" He teased before speeding up his pace, constantly assaulting your tight hole.

You nod before her pulls his fingers out of your mouth to tangle them in your hair, pulling your head back.

"Mr.Afton! 'm gonna cum-!" He stopped his pace suddenly.

"You're funny, dear. No, you aren't going to cum until I fucking say you can." William chuckles maniacally above you before resuming his violent pace.

He yanked your hair back as he pulled out a polaroid camera, taking a photo of your defenseless, pathetic form before chuckling loudly and fucking into you harder.

"Fuck, this is going on my wall, doll. You like the sound of that? Hm? You're clenching around me." You whined loudly as your eyes rolled back into your skull in pleasure.

"Please, Mr.Afton! P-Please let me cum, I've been a g-good girl! Please, please, please!" You beg desperately as you moved your hips in time with his.

"Fuck, fine" He groaned, "Cum for me, slut."

You're body convulsed as your liquids oozed around him, coating his cock in your slick liquid.

Noticing that he didn't stop his pace after you came you quickly went into overstimulation, "M-Mr.Afton-! Wait 's too much! It hurts!"

"Aw, does it? Well that's too fucking bad. I'm going to keep fucking you until you are properly bred and bulging with my seed."

Tears fell from your eyes as his pace grew sloppy and and began to falter.

"Shit, I'm going to cu—" Afton interrupts himself with a loud groan as you feel his cum filling your pussy, painting your walls white.

He slowly pulls out before lightly slapping your ass.

"Get your skirt on and go back to work, dear."

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A/N: I got really lazy at the end so the ending isn't too good. 😭

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

If you're looking for threesome requests, my personal favorite is Blood Orange (Raph and Mikey). I don't need anything too crazy (I'm honestly as vanilla as they come 😅) but maybe it's the two of them and the reader's first time together? They're still figuring things out a little, and Raph and Mikey need to come to an understanding on how to go about things, and it ends up being very sweet, passionate and ultimately a success. I hope this is okay. Let me know, and thank you so much!

Blood Orange (18+)

Fortnite!Raphael x reader x Fortnite!Michelangelo

A/N: I’m not that vanilla myself, but I’ve decided to cut back just a little, before any full on action is about to happen, keeping it very implied (and maybe because I got a little tired but still had an urge to get this posted today😂💚). It doesn’t go into detail about their first time together, but it does set the stage for how a threesome would come about, and I hope that’s okay❤️🧡

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Fwb relations, implied smut, almost fingering, turtley anatomy, implied threesome.

You had tried plenty of things in your life. Many exciting things that some people could only dream of. Though you might not consider them exciting or as extreme as some people might see it, but you did enjoy it. You had enjoyed all of it. But there was still one thing that you really wanted to try. A thing you had only been able to dream of. A fantasy that had been making its way through your thoughts, over and over for quite some time now. And now, as you sat between Raphael and Michelangelo on the couch, watching a show that they had decided on, your little fantasy made its way back into focus, causing your heart to quicken a bit. And what was that little fantasy of yours? A threesome. Not just any threesome, but a threesome with you, and the two mutant turtles you sat between. And to be quite honest, that fantasy had been getting you in the mood like no other. Especially when you knew exactly what the two brothers were capable of.

For several weeks now, you had had a friends with benefits relationship with not just Raphael but Michelangelo as well. However, neither of them seemed to know about the other. None of them knew that just moments after you had been sucking Raph off in his bedroom, you would just skip across the hall to Mikey’s room, where he would eat you out in his own room. And in all brutal honesty. You loved it. It was probably one of the best things you had ever gotten yourself into. Some days it had gotten more freaky than others, with you having been fucked thuroly by one of the brothers, before you made your way to the other brother to experience the whole thing all over again.

You have had both Raph and Mikey, several times, even within hours of each other. So of course, the natural thing to be wanting next, was to have both of them at the same time. And of course, as you sat there, squished between the two men that have been pounding you to heaven and back, you couldn’t help but wonder if you should do something about it. That this was the day that you would cause your fantasy to become real.

With a lip bite you shifted your attention between the two mutants, wondering which one would be the first to make a move on you. Normally, it wouldn’t take long before one of them would cough, or do something before mumbling something about going to their room, as a sign for you to follow when the coast was clear, and all suspicion was off. So now you sat there, excitingly waiting for any of them to do something. Both Mikey and Raph sat with their eyes glued to the show, playing on the screen before you. They would only move once in a while, in an attempt to get more comfortable on the couch. At every move, you found yourself hoping, getting excited at the thought of what might happen next. So you could not help but feel a little disappointed when they were only scratching their chin, or just moving one leg over the other. It was almost getting to the point of infuriating. But then, something happened, sending shivers of joy through your body.

Raph had moved a hand to his chin, giving it a few scratches, before letting it fall back down. But instead of returning to a rest in Raph lap, just like it had done moments before, it now came to rest on your thigh, giving it a small squish, before letting his thumb rub against your clothes. It was impossible for you to not bite the inside of your lip.

Just as you started to focus on the feeling of Raph’s hand on your thigh, you felt Mikey’s hand carefully nudge yours onto his lap, with his hand slowly guiding it to where he wanted it, getting closer and closer to his cloaca. You sucked in a silent breath, noticing how both brothers were still staring at the television, not noticing what the other was doing. It was thrilling, as you felt your lower region beginning to puls with excitement. Raph’s hand moved closer to your pulsing center, as your little finger made contact with Mikey’s needy cloaca. You swallowed a moan, but you could not hide your heavy sigh. That caused Raph to chuckle, and Mikey to crack a small smile.

“And here I thought she would be a harder nut to crack”, he chuckled, finally looking your way, with his hand squishing your thigh once more. This time you could not hide your moan, too shocked to even try.

“Really?”, Mikey asked, slowly moving your hand over his cloaca, smirking as you saw your flustered and confused expression. “I honestly expected her to crack a lot sooner. You know how she gets when she has first put her mind to something”.

“What are you talking about?”, you asked, feeling your heart beating faster and your breath getting heavier.

“Did you seriously not expect us to know?”, Raph chuckled with a smug smile, leaning in closer to your face, his hand moving to cup your heat, while Mikey’s member slowly came out to let your fingers grace against it. “We’re mutant turtles babe, we can smell it on you”.

“What?”, you asked, suddenly feeling very mortified, freezing in your seat.

The two brothers started laughing, before moving closer against you.

“I don’t think she knows, Mikey”, Raph said, rubbing his hand over your center. “I don’t think she knows that we can smell when she gets aroused, or when she has been with any of us”.

“You can what?!”, you asked, turning from one to the other, your eyes wide, as the revelation of Raph’s words started sinking in. They knew, and they had always known.

“What Raph just told you”, Mikey smiled, using your hand to stimulate his cloaca, letting his head fall back against the headrest of the couch, looking at you with dreamy yet mischievous eyes. “I don’t think you realize how much fun we’ve had with it”.

“Fun?”, you asked, feeling Raph’s fingers sneak towards the hem of your bottoms.

“Yeah, fun”, Raph smirked, slowly moving below you underwear, as his fingers sneaked their way down. “It’s almost a game to see who can make you cum the quickest, or if we can beat your highest amount of orgasms in one day”.

“Why do you think we both want you on the same day, just right after each other? We know just how to overstimulate you”, Mikey said.

“But tonight”, Raph said, making his way past your mount, with one finger gracing your slick folds, causing you to shutter, wishing that he would press down, right where you needed him and Mikey the most. “We thought it would be best to see if we could do it all, together, right here, on the couch”.

“How does that sound?”, Mikey asked, his voice already sounding airy.

You did not hesitate, pressing your fingers against Mikey’s cloaca, causing his member to slowly slip out, his head peeking into the palm of your hand, while you lifted your hips just a little, chasing Raph’s fingers.

“I say, bring all you got”, you smiled, feeling delighted that your fantasy was finally becoming a reality.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Touch Me, Tease Me (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Pure filth with a sprinkle of fluff 🥰

Synopsis: One thing that you can always do is help Jack relax and turn his bad mood around

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Do not engage if underage

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

The time on your phone read 10:26 PM as you heard the front door open letting you know that your husband was back.

Urban had sent you a text about 45 minutes ago telling you that Jack was in a mood, but he couldn't figure out why and as much as he tried to get it out of him he couldn't. So, his next best option was to tell you in the hopes that you could get to the bottom of what was wrong and make him feel better. 

The bedroom door was open and Jack didn't even greet you as he walked in despite you speaking to him first.

“Hey babe.”

Instead, he simply slipped off his New Balances and laid on top of you with you letting out a yelp because you weren't expecting him to do so.

His head was on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you tighter.

“Hmm, smush? You wanna talk about it?” You asked him and he immediately shook his head no.

“Now you know we don't do that around here. We talk about how we're feeling so it doesn't cause a shitstorm later.” You said as you started playing in his hair.

Jack lifted his head to peek at you and you simply kissed his nose while giving him a small smile.

“So spill It.”

“I just missed my wife. I didn't want to do anything today.” He finally confessed as you pinched his cheek.

“You're so cute, but you're back now so you need to relax. Did you eat?”

“Yes. Urban made me.”

You made a note in the back of your mind to text him and thank him because knowing Jack and how busy he tends to get, it wouldn't be unlike him to forget to eat.

“Good and you aren't doing anything tomorrow so you can sleep.”

“Baby, we have six kids. What is sleep?” He asked while raising an eyebrow at you. 

“I… well I'll text Clay to see if he can take them out tomorrow so you can rest.”

“If you ask him he'll say yes. If I ask him, I'll have to go through my mom.”

“Jackman, you are so dramatic. Clay loves spending time with them.”

“Don't you remember last time? He dropped The triplets off 2 hours early.”

“Well yeah because they ate him out of a house and home.”

“They're going to summer camp because they can be fine all school year and the MINUTE that the last damn bell rings on the last day of school they act like we haven't fed them since birth. Talking about ‘daddy, I'm hungry’ when they ate less than 20 minutes ago. Fuck outta here. Need to start paying for groceries if they want to eat so damn much. In THIS economy!?”

You couldn't help but to bust out laughing, but you knew he was completely right.

“We'll worry about that when the time comes, but for now I need you to do something.” You replied as you played with his beard.

“What do you need babe?”

Before you answered him, you leaned forward to kiss him and he eagerly kissed you back.

“Get up, lock the door, and you need to lose your clothes. Now.”

Jack simply smirked before kissing you again and then he got up and made his way over to the door to lock it.

By the time he turned back around, you had lost all of your clothes and he was looking around dumbfounded.

“What the? How?”

“I literally wasn't wearing that much to begin with, now come on.” You laughed as you were now sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer to you by the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Off now.” You told him as you tugged on them, but instead he slowly slipped his shirt off and threw it in the corner.

“You're teasing me and I don't think I like that very much.” 

All he did was smirk, but was caught off guard as you got his sweatpants and boxer briefs down in one swift motion and began stroking him.

“Shit, baby.”

“Do it again and I won't let you cum.”

Hearing this, Jack immediately put a hand around your neck stopping your movements. 

“It's honestly cute how you think you're in charge. You know better than that baby. I run this.”

“Hmm, we'll see.” You softly answered as he let go and you took him in your mouth, but suddenly had an idea.

You stopped and simply slid all the way up in the bed and Jack was looking at you confused.

“My dick isn't going to suck itself. What's going on, baby?” He asked as he was stroking himself and peering down at you.

“Sit in between my legs.”

From that moment forward, you knew he was at your mercy.

Kicking his sweatpants the rest of the way off, he did as he was told and his back was now leaning against your chest.

Your arms went around him as you leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“You always put me to sleep and now it's my turn to return the favor.”

All he did was lean his head back and you lightly kissed him while smirking.

You started kissing down his neck and snaked your hand around to continue stroking him. The precum was now leaking as you massaged the tip of his dick before continuing to move up and down the shaft.

“Oh fuck.” You heard Jack quietly say and he adjusted himself so that you would be able to have a better grip.

By now, he had simply closed his eyes and now had his head resting against your chest. He tried to move to the side to be able to put your pierced nipples in his mouth, but your movements immediately stopped.

“Stop moving, Jackman.”

“But…”

“Just be patient.”

He did as he was told as you continued pleasuring him because the last thing he wanted for you to do was stop again.

You lost count of how many love bites you left all over his neck, and knew that he wouldn't be complaining when the two of you were finished.

Soft moans and whimpers were leaving Jack's mouth every few seconds and you simply slowed down and quickly heard his protests.

“Baby, come on.”

“Hmm? What's wrong?” You asked, knowing exactly what the problem was.

“You know what you did. I was almost there.” He whined and you simply laughed to yourself.

“Now you know how it feels, huh?”

“Baby, let me fucking cum.” You heard as he tried to increase the pace of him moving in the palm of your hand.

“Or what?” You asked as you stopped completely.

He turned around to look at you and kissed the side of your mouth.

“Don't ask questions to the things you don't want the answer to. Your ass won't be able to walk tomorrow if you keep fucking playing with me.”

“Who said I wanted to walk tomorrow?”

Jack let out a light chuckle before turning back around.

“Famous last words.” He replied as he patted your thigh and knew that it was going to be a long night.

You spit in your hand before reaching back around and sped up the pace of you stroking him.

“Yes, baby. Keep fucking going. Be a good girl and make daddy cum.”

Not even a minute later, he released all over your hand and you kept stroking him as he rode out his high with you kissing him.

Between kisses you heard his moans and the stickiness between your thighs was becoming more evident and could no longer be ignored.

You two sat in silence as Jack got himself together before he flipped over to see you licking his cum off your hand making him get bricked up all over again.

“Mmm, tastes so good. And what were you saying about me not being in charge?” You asked as you looked at him hovering over top of you.

“Don't fucking start with me because we are nowhere near done.” He said as he slowly entered you.

“Oh shit.” You breathed out because you were caught off guard.

“Don't get scared now. Take this dick.” Jack said as he pounded into you and placed his hand around your neck.

“And if you're a good girl, I just might let you cum. Open your mouth.” 

Listening to instructions, you felt warm liquid hit the back of your throat.

“Swallow it.”

As you did, you smirked up at him which made him halt his movements and slide out of you.

“Turn around.”

Now on your knees with your head resting on your arms, you felt Jack's warm tongue as he started to eat you out from the back.

“Fuck, baby. It feels so good.”

A few minutes had passed and without warning, he abruptly stopped and slid into you.

“Arch that back and act like you want this.” You heard him say but not before there was a hard smack to your ass.

You did as you were told and knew that this wasn't stopping any time soon.

About an hour later, Jack was fast asleep on your chest as you played in his hair and you couldn't help but to laugh to yourself.

 

And as much shit as he talked, you still put his ass to sleep. 

[schemmentigfs]

Future Milf, part two.

part one!

paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.

summary: after the incident in the teacher's lounge, you start to avoid melissa who is willing to know what happened and trying to get things back to normal.

warnings: just a little angst but trust me, we have a happy ending!

author notes: This is a little rushed, but I hope you all enjoy this second part 🤍 I also wanted to thank the beautiful people who are sending requests for Mel, they are amazing and i'm already working on them! And don't worry, feel free to send any idea that comes to mind. It will be an honor for me to turn them into reality.

tags: @esposadejoyhuerta @gweninred @moistblobfish

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes!

The truth was that Melissa was completely disoriented, her brain trying to process what had happened in the last seven minutes. You acting like that and apologizing, leaving the room as quickly as possible made her worried as hell.

All she wanted was to comfort you and know what was really happening. There were a lot of doubts in her mind, to be honest. Had she done something? Or said something? The way you couldn't look into her green eyes was so strange..

Everything between you two was great until today, and then it all suddenly fell apart at lunchtime? That made her feel a little paranoid.

“Melissa, are you well? Are you hurt?” Barb asks.

“I don't know,” she said, staring into nothing, worrying her friends, “I just need to check on her.” The redhead gets up and runs to start looking for you.

“MELISSA! WAIT!” the entire Abbott crew screams, but she completely ignores it.

She stops in front of your classroom and notices that the door is locked. The lights are off, but Melissa knows you're in there.

“Sweetheart, please let me in,” she knocks gently, “I am not mad with ya. Don't worry about it, I just want to know how you are.” The older woman adds, almost begging for you to open the door.

Locked inside your classroom, you were sitting on the floor. Curled up hugging your knees, trying to find some comfort while crying. The whole situation was so fucking stupid, of course. But it still left you overwhelmed and on the verge of an anxiety attack.

So lending Melissa the future milf t-shirt made you completely lose your mind? Wow, you really were a stupid person. Stupid. That word stuck in your brain and made you cry even more.

Hearing your quiet sobs made the redhead's heart break into pieces. The thought of her doing something that made you hurt was utterly painful. The truth was that Melissa would blame herself for the rest of her life if she had made you feel bad in any way.

“Hon, c'mon. Let me—” she started.

“Don't. Melissa, please. Just go away, I need to be alone,” you interrupt her, hoping she would understand that you didn't have the strength to say anything else.

Before walking away, she whispers loud enough for you to hear. “If you need anything, you know where to find me. But please, promise me you'll be okay.” The redhead said trying to wipe away the small tears that threatened to fall from her face.

“I'll be fine. Now go.” You growl, unaware that your words have fully gotten to her.

—

It had been a while since Melissa changed her mood so quickly. She had learned to control her emotions, thanks to you, who helped her notice that it was okay to show them from time to time and it wasn't shameful at all. But at that moment everything seemed useless.

Her legs were shaking slightly and she kept tapping her fingers on the desk, while trying to focus on correcting some of the children's homeworks. It was clear that Melissa was almost having a huge panic attack.

Ashely, who was now scrolling through her cell phone boredly after making sure the students were doing their activities calmly and in silence, noticed the sudden change in the redhead and her eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What’s the matter, boss? You seem a little quiet since lunch time. Which is strange ‘cause earlier you were all excited and—”

The older woman rolls her eyes. “Nothing happened. I'm fine,” she responds, clenching her teeth, “everything is ok, kid.”

“Are you sure? I know we’re not that close, but if you need to vent, I’m all ears.” The girl shrugs.

Melissa's eyes widen, her aide was really willing to give her some advice? Normally, Ashley didn't tend to be very serious. When she tried to help, the girl always ended up saying things that were a bit nonsense. But this time, she was here ready to be a shoulder to lean on.

“Y/n..” she started but quickly corrected herself, not quite ready to confide the crush she had on you to anyone else than Barbara. “Today, a strange thing happened between me and a friend that honestly left me completely confused.”

“Oh. Do you have any idea what might have happened?”

Melissa stops for a moment, trying to get her head to work and think of a reason that could explain what had happened between the two of you.

“I-I can't explain it properly...everything was normal between us and when lunch time came...” the teacher stuttered, “she could barely look at me and when I told her to act like a real adult and tell me what was happening, she panicked and ran away.”

“After that you were able to talk to her?”

“Kinda, but she told me to leave her alone.”

Ashley gives her a pitying look, she knew who Melissa was referring to. Anyone who works at Abbott would know. “I'm sorry this happened boss, but I'm sure things will get better between you and her. Just give her a little time.”

Melissa nodded and smiled. “Thanks for the advice, hon.”

“Anytime boss, anytime.”

—

Changing my life with the wave of her hand.

Nobody can deny that there's something there.

There.

Running my hands through her hair.

Both of us thinking how good it can be.

Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there.

The melody of Here, There And Everywhere by The Beatles echoed throughout the kitchen directly from the small radio on the balcony, while Melissa prepared dinner.

This was one of the many songs she always wanted to dedicate to you, the redhead dreamed of dancing with her arms around you, after a busy day at school while this song played. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company.

Was it quite cliché? Of course it was, even for the one and only Melissa Schemmenti. But to be honest, she didn't care how it sounded.

The older woman was so in love with you that she thought of endless romantic scenarios every day. After what happened today, every one of them seemed distant. But she still had a simple hope within her.

“Watching her eyes, and hoping I'm always there,” she sings passionately, while cutting the tomatoes perfectly, “I want her everywhere, and if she is beside me. I know I need never care, but to love her is to need her everywhere.” Melissa closes her eyes for a moment, thinking about you.

On the way out, she looked for you in the Abbott parking lot but was unsuccessful, she was waiting for a message from you, saying that you had arrived home safely like you always did.

But you didn't send her anything.

A feeling ran through her body. It was as if the redhead was losing the most precious thing in her life. Desperate, Melissa picked up her cellphone that was leaning on the living room table and went to check on you. Screw the advice Ashely gave earlier, she couldn't wait anymore.

Hon, are you feeling better? I hope so. By the way, did you manage to get home safely?

Sorry if I sound desperate, but I need to know if things are ok.

Y/n? Please answer me.

Her heart breaks into pieces when she sees that you just viewed the message and didn't even make the effort to reply back. For fuck’s sake, what had she done that was so serious? Nothing made sense anymore.

Just a few blocks away, you were lying on the couch and drinking an entire bottle of vodka, pretending like you didn't care about not responding to Melissa's messages. It was immature, but it seemed to make sense to you. Since this whole milf situation was a complete disaster, ignoring her seemed right.

Of course, inside you felt like a monster, knowing that the redhead didn't deserve this. But what you could do?

“I’m ready to open another bottle and listen to a two-hour-plus loop of Chamber of Reflection,” you say, making Ava sigh.

The principal had stopped by your house hours ago to check on you and when she saw the miserable state you were in, she decided to stay there for a while. And tried to comfort you (in the most Ava Coleman way possible.)

“Y/N. Come on, you can't act like Schemmenti doesn't exist. If you keep doing that, she'll soon break into your place to find out what's going on,” she comments, “just like an episode of a soap opera where the greatest absurdities happen in an exactly dramatic way.” Ava finished her sentence while painting her nails a shade of red. The act catching your attention.

Red. It reminded you of Melissa.

Yeah, this was being harder than it seemed.

“Shut up, she won't come after me,” you said it like it was just another one of the stupid things Ava used to say.

“Yes, she will. And y’know that very well.”

—

The next day, Melissa sat with her arms crossed at the table she shared with Barb and you. The redhead stared at the small tupperware in front of her, last night she made what she knew was your favorite dish: pancakes. She was anxiously waiting for you to show up in the break room, but that didn't happen.

Keep calm, Schemmenti. She will appear soon. She won't ignore you.

“Dear..” the kindergarten teacher whispers and she snorts, trying to change the subject, disguising how tense she was.

“What’s so interesting out there?” Melissa asks as she notices Janine, Gregory and Jacob looking at each other with strange expressions after spying in the window.

“Nothing.” Jacob is the first to respond and the couple agrees with him, swearing that there was nothing interesting outside.

She laughs humorlessly, the history teacher simply didn't know how to lie.

“C'mon, kiddo. You guys look like you've seen a ghost.” The redhead gets up from the table and approaches the three, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary and when she does. Her breathing hitches.

On the sidewalk, there were you and another teacher, who she recognized as the art teacher. The woman was happily chatting with you and leaning too close to Melissa's chagrin.

Ms. Evans was know for her big crush on you, she was always fighting with the redhead to have your attention. And now that Melissa was being ignored by you, this bitch thought she could have you all to herself? No way.

“YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” she yelled coming down to get some satisfaction from you.

The sound of angry footsteps caught your attention, it was clearly that they belong to who you had been avoiding since yesterday, Melissa.

The wish was for the redhead to pass straight by without noticing your presence there. But instead, she approached and with a certain force grabbed you by the arm, taking you to one of the far corners of the building.

“Melissa! What the fuck?” you said.

“So while I was worried to death there in the staff room because you didn't talked to me since yesterday, you were here talking normally to that idiot!” the older woman's tone was altered, you could clearly hear the jealousy in her voice, “Had fun with your new best friend?”

“She’s not my best friend. We were just talking,” the nonsensical accusation makes you roll your eyes, letting out a mocking chuckle. “Melissa, stop acting like that!” you shout and she loses her temper even more.

“You suddenly act like a bitch and I’m the one to blame? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?” she growls, fire in her green eyes.

“I dunno, a lot of things I suppose,” you retort coldly.

Melissa sighs when she realizes how tough she was. “Look, I don’t want to be an idiot. But please tell me what I did, so I can fix it.”

“We have nothing to fix between us, Schemmenti.”

“What? Are you really going to ignore it and pretend like none of this is happening?” The redhead asked in disbelief.

“Trust me. It’s better this way, for both of us,” you mumble, walking away from her, leaving an upset Melissa behind.

—

After the ‘argument’ on Tuesday, Melissa and you barely crossed paths at Abbott. And when you bumped into each other in the hallway, both grumbled and went back to your own ways.

The redhead and you were fighting the need to put the damned pride aside and throw yourselfs into each other's arms, and finally apologizing. But you were too stubborn for that and it was fucking complicated.

“This is stupid! Can you believe that Y/n started going to that coffee shop that's just a few blocks away from here just so she wouldn't have to face me at lunch? This whole thing is starting to irritate me.” Melissa tells to her best friend one morning.

“I understand that this situation is complicated, but don’t you think that both of you are exaggerating?” Barb asked carefully. Even she couldn't handle this situation anymore, it was disappointing to have to see you and Melissa acting like two children.

Ava who was listening to the conversation cautiously, decided to interrupt. “Schemmenti, haven’t you put the pieces together yet? Unbelievable.” She said as if it was something of small importance, making the redhead's eyebrows raise in confusion.

“Huh?”

“It’s so simple, I thought you already figured it all out,” the principal continues in a mysterious tone, making Melissa's head spin, “If it weren’t for this bullshit, you and Y/n would already be like two rabbits jumping on top of each other, if you know what I mean.”

The last comment makes Barb choke on her tea. “Ava, could you not be so specific about this? We’re in a school!” she scolds her.

“Whatever! It’s past time for her to know that Y/n likes her too. Even Janine and Gregory acted better than that!”

Everything around Melissa seemed to have gone silent. So was it true, the feelings were also reciprocal. A lot of questions surrounded her mind, why didn't you say anything? Why did you decide to pretend you weren't in love with her? Were you afraid of not being reciprocated?

“Why is she avoiding me then?” the redhead asks out loud, “that’s making me lose my mind. I just miss her.”

“Because of the t-shirt she lend ya. Mainly ‘cause of the last word printed on it.” That's all Ava says at that moment.

“A milf?” Melissa questions, still confused trying to think of putting the pieces together. “What does that mean? Is it something bad?”

“I was going to suggest you to google the meaning, but since you look like you're about to have a heart attack, I will tell ya,” she laughs and the redhead rolls her eyes, showing Ava her middle finger, “but don't be scared, it's a good thing, actually.”

“Alright..” the green-eyed woman whispers, still afraid of the answer, “so what does this whole milf thing means?”

“Mother I'd Like To Fuck. It also means that an older woman is super attractive.”

Melissa was left open-mouthed, her eyes blinking trying to process the explanation. So that was the damn meaning, well, she had to admit that was hot. “Wait... so Y/n..” she starts but there is a pause.

“Is in love with you and was scared when she saw ya wearing that t-shirt looking extremely hot, and preferred to stay away in case you found out what she felt.” Ava reveals it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, “What are you waiting for? Go find your girl, Schemmenti.”

—

Time passed slowly to Melissa's disgust and despair, making the poor woman sigh feeling defeated. As each second passed, she glanced quickly at the clock on her classroom wall, waiting for the afternoon to end.

After her students left, and the school day was finally over. She drove to your house — without caring about traffic regulations and rules — nothing else really mattered, she just needed to see you.

Sitting on the floor, while assembling a Lego set that simulated a beautiful bouquet of flowers — a gift you received from Janine and Gregory days ago, a lovely attempt by the couple to cheer you up — the sound of the doorbell ringing caught your attention. Making you stop your movements.

You furrowed your eyebrow in confusion, who could it be? Most of your friends were at different appointments at that time. So it certainly wasn't one of them.

“I'm almost coming! I just hope you’re not a stupid lunatic or some other ,” you grumbled, standing up as the sounds of the doorbell seemed more desperate with each passing second.

You opened the door and found Melissa standing there with her arms crossed, shivering slightly from the storm. “Hon, it’s so good to see you again.” She murmurs with a weak smile. Without caring if her voice sounds too desperate.

“Mel, what are you doing here? You might catch a damn cold like that.” You scolded her, pulling her into the house and locking the door again.

“I don’t care about that, I needed to see you. Actually we have to talk.” She responds taking off the black leather jacket that covered her body and hanging it where you kept your coats.

“We have to?” There is a little hesitation in the tone of your voice, all that courage and confidence have disappeared from your body. Insecurity taking over.

“Yeah, hon. We do.” She replied, noticing your nervousness, Melissa tries to comfort you, placing her hand on your shoulder and stroking it lovingly, showing that everything was fine. You smile for the first time in days in the presence of your beloved redhead.

She takes you to the small white sofa that was in the middle of the living room. “I know you were avoiding me because of that shirt. And I know you're in love with me.”

“What? Fuck, how did you figure all this out?” you whisper in panic, covering your face with your hands. Feeling vulnerable at the mercy of the red-haired figure sitting next to you.

A silence fell in the room, making you feel even more embarrassed.

“Ava told me those things earlier today. Hon, why didn't you tell me anything? That would have made everything so much easier.”

“What do you mean by making things easier? I don't understand.”

“I'm love with you too, idiot. I just didn't say before ‘cause I was insecure as fuck. But now, I know exactly what I want: you. No one else, just you.” She confessed with a smile on her face.

Automatically your body falls even more on the couch and you feel slightly dizzy. Closing your eyes slowly, trying to regain consciousness. “Sorry, I'm a bit nervous,” you respond. “It's too much to process. Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t be nervous, it’s me. Just me,” Melissa pulls you into her lap sighing as she smells your lavender scent again. “I'm sorry if I acted like a bitch the last few days. It was not necessary.”

“It was never your fault, I was the real bitch. You didn’t deserve to go through this just because of an irresponsible attitude of mine,” you say, resting your foreheads together.

“I think it's fair to say that we overreacted a bit,” the older woman smiles with her eyes closed. Feeling a slight courage run through her body, she asks you something. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” Melissa asks biting her lip and slowly approaching, “I wanna do this since New Year's Eve.”

“Yes, please, Mel.” You beg wrapping your arms around her neck.

The moment her lips touched yours, it felt like you were in heaven. Melissa's lips were soft against yours. The kiss was calm and peaceful, both wanting to show all the love you felt for each other.

“You know, being considered a milf is an honor for me.” Melissa scoffs with a mischievous smile as you pull away from the kiss.

“Shut up.” You chuckle, cupping her cheeks.

“Make me,” the redhead teases, “please.”

[hauntedparadisebandana]

More Desmond hcs cause I love him so much.

Desmond is the type of person to sleep everywhere but where he's supposed to. The others can't figure out if it's because of the bleeding effect and his episodes or if he's genuinely sleeping in weird places. They had an idea to lock his room door at night, but they didn't want to treat him like an asylum patient. There's been a few instances where Shaun has walked into the kitchen and has found des sleeping on the counter or even inside the cabinets.

"Hmmm, I'm in a chamomile mood today," mumbles Shaun as he walks into the kitchen yawning.

He fills the kettle with water and puts it on the stove. He lazily leans against the counter and waits, trying not to fall asleep. Then, a muffled voice fills his ears.

"You making tea? I want some too, please."

Shaun's eyes shoot open like he's seen Jesus himself. He stands up straight and frantically looks around.

"Christ, I'm hearing voices... I should've done the evaluation." He runs a hand down his face, rethinking his life choices.

"Nope, no ghost. Just your good pal Desmond." At this, Shaun is confused. Where is his voice coming from? He then gets the bright idea to look inside the cabinets, the only place Desmond could hide. Crouching down his opens up a door, and lo and behold, desmond is in there.

"Why on earth are you in the cabinets desmond?" Shaun says with an exasperated sigh.

"I'm actually not sure, I just woke up in here. Ugh my back hurts."

"Well, yeah, you fell asleep crammed inside a cabinet."

"About that tea, though, I want some."

"Oh- uh yeah, sure, tea for you too." He closes the cabinet door, "Wait!" The door opens again, "what is it, Desmond?" "Can you add honey to mine, please? " "Yes, you can have honey."

The same goes for rebecca and Lucy. Rebecca remembers the last time she tried to go to bed peacefully, she didn't.

Rebecca yawns and turns over, eyes still closed. She's feels something is off, it's warmer than usual, way warmer, and her bed feels...heavier? She opens her eyes, coming face to face with Desmond. All snuggled up under her sheets, leg thrown over hers, staring like this was an everyday occurrence.

"Jiminy Christmas! Fuck Desmond! what the hell are you doing in my bed?!" Rebecca whisper yells.

"Your bed so warm, you mind if I sleep here? I think my heater is broken in my room."

Rebecca sighs out loud,

"Did you make sure it was plugged in? Cause you did that last time des."

Desmond thinks back to his heater. Now that he thinks about it, it probably wasn't plugged into the wall. But who cares? He's warm now.

"Probably not, but it's too late. I'm already lying down."

"Ughhhhhh, fine, you can stay. Just don't hog the blanket, and don't kick me."

"Ok ok I won't. Goodnight becca."

"Night des."

FYI, Rebecca got kicked at least 3 times that night.

Lucy has had her share of being scared shitless by Desmond, too, in her room as well.

Lucy sits up and stretches, just waking up. Checking her clock, she sees its 5am, no use in going back to sleep now.

"I could really start the grocery list today. The fridge is pretty empty -" she freezes, holding back a yell with her eyes wide as she stares straight into the corner at her hanging chair. Something tall, resembling a person is in it, its way to dark in her room to see.

She shudders, reaching for her bed side lamp she flicks it on in a hurry.

"Oh what the hell."

There sits Desmond, sitting inside Lucy's chair with a blanket draped over him, he even brought his own pillow. Yet he's so tall. He looks a bit uncomfortable.

She stands up and walks over to Desmond, patting his shoulder.

"Des wake up, you can sleep in my bed."

"Hmmmm?" He groans, not fully awake yet.

"You can sleep in my bed. You look uncomfortable over here."

"Hm, thanks," Desmond goes to stand, "Ugh, wait, headache."

"From the bleeds?" "No, stood up too fast."

Lucy grabs Desmond by the arm and leads him to the bed. "Sleep now, I know you barely get any as it is." She expects a rebuttal but is surprised when he is fast asleep again, and this time, he looks comfortable. She leaves him there, making her way into the living room where Rebecca and Shaun are watching whatever is good on TV.

"Shaun, Becca, we need to get this Desmond sleeping situation under control."

"Agreed"

"Agreed"

[you-call-it-a-dude]

Just Can't Hack It

Request: leighton fic with a reader who deals with substance abuse issues, and only really goes to her when she’s vulnerable and stuff. reader also feels like she’s living a double life, playing soccer with whitney and being the “star” of the team, just having some status arround essex, which causes pressure in her life

Pairing: Leighton Murray x fem!reader

Warnings: TW!! substance use(opioids), death by overdose, overdose symptoms, withdrawal symptoms

A/N: I think I might have made this WAY more depressing than the person was requesting. I will give a spoiler now, reader does not die. It's the death of an friend/acquaintance-ish? Please don't read this if you will find it triggering. But yes, sorry I've been gone for a bit, life has hands and I can't fight lol. But yeah, I hope you all have been doing well.

To the person who requested this, if it's not what you wanted please let me know and I will do something else 🫶🏼

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"What the is your problem, Y/N!?" Your coach shouted from the sidelines, watching you recover from a gnarly fight with a player from the other team.

You were about to score another goal when the player in question grabbed you by your jersey, causing you to slip and fall face first into the pitch.

You should've let it go. You knew better. But your face hurt, you were pissed, and before you could even comprehend the situation, you were in the girl's face swearing at her and shoving her.

A yellow card was being shoved in your face by the referee and you pushed past his hand, wiping your face with your jersey and making your way over to the sidelines where your coach was beckoning for you.

"Are you good?" Whitney jogged to catch up to you, her hand resting on your stomach to get you to stop moving, but you kept walking. She pressed more firmly against you, forcing you to stop. "Yo, I said are you good?" She asked, sounding more serious and annoyed this time and you blinked a few times to try to get your brain working again.

"I'm fine." You say, swallowing down your anger because you refuse to take it out on someone that didn't deserve it.

"Y/L/N!" Your coach shouted from the sidelines, his face red. Whitney raised her eyebrows and shoved you forward, heading back on to the field.

You jogged your way over to him, wiping your sweaty face with your arm and once you were within range, he was toe to toe with you, screaming in your face. It was the usual shit. How he expected more from you. That you all are too close to the championship for you to be fucking around like this and risk getting a red and being suspended from games. That you know your team relies on you. To be better. All fucking bullshit.

You stared at the vein popping out of his forehead, your own anger beginning to bubble up again the longer you went without your pills.

You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth and thinking about how badly all you wanted to do was smash his teeth and get the fuck out of here.

You were benched for the remainder of the game. You were already up by three points, two of which were scored by you. Coach said you were clearly in a mood today and the last thing he needed was for you to get into another fight. He said Whitney and the other girls could handle themselves the rest of the game and to get the fuck out of his face.

There were only about eight minutes left in the game and they felt like eternity. You downed a Gatorade, feeling yourself start to get nauseous. One of your teammates offered you a granola bar and you declined, fully convinced that eating it would only make you feel worse.

The other team scored two goals in your absence and the coach shot you dirty looks for the entirety of final eight minutes of the game. You still won by a one point lead and everyone still celebrated, running up and pulling you into a bouncing hug that also made you want to hurl.

You broke away from the team as soon as you were given the opportunity, grabbing your gym bag and another Gatorade from the cooler. You chugged some of the Gatorade with shaky hands, walking to the locker room.

You shoved all your clothes into your bag, not even bothering to or having the strength to change into them right now.

You dug out your phone, accidentally having shoved it into your bag with the rest of your things. You texted your connect two days ago, then also yesterday, and still didn't get a response from him. You grunted in frustration and locked your phone, shoving it back into your bag.

You began the short trek back to the dorms from the field, knowing exactly where you wanted to go and who you wanted to be with.

You nursed the Gatorade on your short walk over, feeling the icy drink somewhat bring you back to life. When you were standing outside of her dorm, you pulled out your phone to call her.

"Hey, I'm outside. Come get meeeee." You said as soon as she answered the phone. She said she was on her way without hesitation and you knew she wasn't lying because you could hear her grabbing her keys. You smiled and hung up the phone, waiting patiently for her, sipping on your Gatorade. The hot sun doing absolutely nothing to help you feel better.

Leighton opened the side door of the building for you, letting you in and the cool breeze from the air conditioning made you feel human again.

Or maybe it was just the grip she had on your hips when you walked in, having wasted no time wrapping her arms around you.

"You're so sweaty, are you okay?" She asked, her cool hand pressing against the back of your neck.

"I'm just so warm, babe." You pouted, wanting her to take care of you. To help you get rid of this problem that truthfully you caused yourself.

It wasn't even that hot outside today. There was a cool breeze to help balance out the heat of the sun, but you felt this heat and warmth under your skin and made you want to claw it off.

She closed the door behind you and gripped your sweaty hand, leading you up to her room.

Bela was sitting on the couch when you entered, doing her make up and most likely preparing to go out somewhere tonight. You smiled and greeted her politely and she had no trouble telling you that you looked like shit.

Leighton told her to zip it and she pulled you into her room, shutting the door behind her.

"Change out of those nasty clothes, please." She said, setting up her bed and pulling the covers back. She stole the standing fan from Bela's side of the room, aiming it toward her bed.

You pulled off your jersey, wiping your face with it once more, pressing the material into your skin. You felt her hands on your bare hips, tracing soft patterns with her thumbs and waiting patiently for you to change.

You sigh, removing your jersey from your face and making your way to your gym bag. You shove your jersey into the bag and pull out your deodorant, putting on almost an excessive amount.

You stripped off your sports bra and changed into a pair of comfy shorts and a tank top.

"Better?" You ask and she nods, climbing into bed first and taking her usual position pressed against the wall. She pats the space next to her and you waste no time climbing in, laying face down with your face buried in your arms.

She lifts up the back of your shirt, exposing your sweaty back to the cool breeze of the fan and you could feel yourself starting to shiver now, but your skin still felt like it was on fire.

You grabbed your phone from her nightstand, checking your messages again and still seeing nothing. You turned your phone on loud and tossed it aside with annoyance.

"What's the matter?" She asked softly, her fingers running through your damp hair "Do you feel sick?" She asks sounding concerned.

You nodded, unsure what else to tell her.

"I think I just played too hard today." You lie, knowing damn well you didn't use as much energy as you could've and should've for today's game.

"I heard you got into a fight." She says, her fingertips now tracing patterns along your back.

"God, Whitney is fast." You groan, adjusting yourself so you can lay your head on her chest. Grunting and pushing one of her boobs into a better position for you to rest your head on.

She threw her head back and laughed loudly at your measures to make yourself comfortable, pushing some hair from your face.

"You're ridiculous." She teases, her hand coming down to rest on the back of your head.

"I'm aware." You mumble, closing your eyes in an attempt to calm down, cool off, warm up, and maybe fall the fuck asleep.

It had been maybe twenty minutes, possibly more, when your phone went off. It went off in the text tone specific to your app where you communicated with your dealer and your heart raced.

You were about ready to fly off the bed and grab your phone, but that was probably the most obvious and suspicious thing you could do at the moment. You let the text sit for a minute, your foot bouncing anxiously against the mattress.

It pinged again and you sat up slowly, reaching over to grab your phone from the nightstand.

'Come thru'

'Yo, let's go. I've got plans later.'

You scrunched your nose up at the message and mentally cussed him out, typing out your reply.

'Be there in ten.'

"I'm gonna run out and get something to eat." You say, standing up and slipping on your gym shoes, then quickly throwing on a t-shirt. "You want something, baby?"

She sat up on her elbows with a confused look on her face.

"Do you want me to come with you? We can go out somewhere." She offered.

"No," you say a little too fast, making her widen her eyes. "I just want something quick like a smoothie or something. You want anything or no?" You pull your wallet from your gym bag and shove it into your shorts, waiting for her to respond.

"No, I'm fine." She sounded annoyed. You can hear in her voice, but you didn't have time to address it right now.

You crawled on to the bed, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"I'll be back." You say, rushing out of her room and closing her bedroom door behind you. You said a quick goodbye to Bela and rushed out of their room, bumping into Whitney who was just coming home.

"Where did you disappear to? How did you get here before me? Where are you even going now?" She asked her questions in quick succession and you just grabbed her shoulder as you walked past her, thinking you were about to knock her down.

"I'll be back. Want a smoothie or something?" You asked her as you walked away, but you were fully gone and out of sight before she even had the chance to answer you.

You bolted down the stairs and out of the building, running across campus to this dude's dorm. All of a sudden your energy had returned. Crazy how it worked like that.

You ran through the student union on your way, stopping at the ATM and pulling out $200 dollars from and eating the fuck out of those ATM fees.

When you made it to his dorm, his roommate was sitting outside hitting his vape, waiting for you. He motioned with his head for you to follow him and just like you do routinely, you followed him to his room. He let you in and left to do god knows what.

"What's up, Angel." You greeted your dealer when the door was closed behind you. "How's it going?"

"No complaints, Y/N. Heard about your fight at the game today." He chuckles, handing you a small baggie of ten blue pills.

"I feel like everyone has." You shake your head and laugh. "Two hundred?" You ask, handing him the money.

He counts it quickly, handing you back a twenty.

"Since I kept you waiting and you got here fast."

"Sweet, thanks so much." You say, taking the pills and the twenty and shoving them into your pocket. "Have a good one!" You wave goodbye to him and he tells you to be safe, opening the door for you and closing it behind you.

You shoved your hand into your pocket, gripping the pills protectively. You walked down the hallway, looking behind you to make sure it was clear, or well clear enough before pulling the baggie back out and taking one of the pills, popping it into your mouth. You swallowed it, washing it down with water from the fountain at the end of the hall.

You began your walk back to Leighton's dorm, already feeling a sense of relief before the meds kicked in.

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Okay, so, you intended to go back to Leighton's dorm. You really fucking did. You ran into one of your friends on the way over and she invited you to a get together on the edge of campus.

It wasn't a big party or anything, the issue being you were locked into her couch for about six fucking hours once the percs kicked in. It really wasn't your fault.

Well, okay, it was. Whatever.

When you finally got control of your brain and your limbs to pull out your phone, you saw an obscene amount of missed calls and texts from Leighton.

Even scarier were the missed calls and texts from Whitney.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You mumbled under your breath, calling Whitney back first.

"You know you're a fucking asshole, right?" She tells you as soon as you picked up the phone. "Where have you fucking been?" You stayed quiet because you didn't even have anything to say to defend yourself. "What is wrong with you? Like seriously? Do you know Leighton has been freaking out and crying for like the last few hours? Why do you do this to her, Y/N, huh? Do you even care?"

"Of course I fucking care." You say harshly, because you did care about Leighton. The last you wanted to ever do was upset her or hurt her.

"It's been like eight hours, Y/N. What happened to getting a quick smoothie?"

"I ran into a friend and just lost track of time. I'm coming now, okay? Is she home still?"

"Ooh, you piss me the fuck off." She said, hanging up the phone on you.

"Bitch." You muttered, scrolling through your phone and calling Leighton. It rang three times before you were sent to voicemail. You hung up and called back, being sent to voicemail immediately. "Fuck." You swore, standing up and shoving off the random person passed out on you, causing her to mumble and cuss you out before repositioning herself.

You looked around the room. It was just you and two other people, both of which were passed out. You heard thumping upstairs so you knew everyone else kept the party going upstairs.

You shoved your phone into your pocket, shoving both your hands into a pocket to make sure you haven't been robbed during some point of the night.

You stumbled for a moment, feeling yourself gain some sort of sense of clarity when you recognized the guy sleeping on one of the chairs across your room. He was your friend's boyfriend. Well, before he was her boyfriend he was your classmate.

You met him your second semester of freshman year. He was always shy and tended to just gravitate to you whenever you had any classes together. You had lunch with him once outside of class and that's when you introduced him to Liza and they really hit it off.

Now he was passed out in a chair covered in puke and you hated yourself for introducing him to her and sometimes you think he hated you for that, too.

"DJ." You call out his name, tripping over trash and god knows what else to get the where he was sitting. "Hey!" You shouted gripping his face in your hands, his head lulling to the side. "DJ!" You shouted, slapping him in the face.

"Are you trying to fuck my boyfriend?" Said Liza out of nowhere, leaning against the wall to help herself down the stairs.

"What? Are you fucking insane? You need to call an ambulance!" You say, holding his face in your hands until Liza came and shoved you off.

"He's fine." She slurred, climbing onto his lap.

"Fuck." You say, running your hands through your hair in a panic, thinking of the naloxone you were offered from a clinic not too long ago as some harm reduction thing and the fact that you declined it. "Liza, I'm so fucking serious."

"This is how he always gets." She reassured, cradling is drooping head, his skin pale and lips turning blue.

"Fuck." You swear again, running out of the house as fast as your body allows you, pulling out your phone.

You call 911 when you're out of the house and in the front yard. You tell them the address and where he is, that you think he overdosed and what you think he took. Before they could ask you anymore questions you hung up the phone, debating between staying or going.

You knew about the Good Samaritan Act, which is why you felt inclined to stay, but the fact that you were on campus and the school was under zero obligation to allow you to stay in enrolled if they caught wind of this was the exact reason you left.

You bolted down the block, far enough get away from the house and not seem involved but close enough to look like a bystander who just stumbled upon the situation.

The ambulance showed up within five minutes, knocking on the door and being let in by another panicked person who also must've realized what was happening with DJ.

You expected to be waiting a while for the paramedics to come back out. Hopeful that they would be taking the time to work on him before bringing him back out.

What you didn't expect was for them to be coming out within like three minutes, if that, one of the paramedics straddling the lifeless body and doing chest compressions while the other two rolled them into the ambulance.

Your body processed the situation before your brain could, nausea crashing into like you ran into a cement wall. You stumbled a few feet, dry heaving into a bush and wanting nothing more than just to fucking puke. You spit some salvia on to the dirt below, the only thing your body offering up at the current moment was an excess amount of spit.

The siren turned on and zoomed past you and you sighed in relief, hoping that the fact that they even used the siren at all meant something. You look back toward the house, the only person standing outside was the person who let the paramedics in. No Liza or any of her other little friends.

Though you suppose you could argue that you technically weren't there either.

"Fuck." You mumbled to yourself, digging the heel of your palms into your eyes. You pull out your phone again and call Leighton again, and then again, then once more. On the fourth call she finally picked up, sounding absolutely pissed.

"What." She said coldly. You didn't really care what she said or how she sounded. All you knew was the second you heard her voice, any ability you had to hold yourself together was crumbling.

"Leighton." You said shakily, tears falling down your face. You wanted her to comfort you. To tell you things were going to be okay.

But you couldn't even tell her why you were crying.

"Y/N?" She said, her attitude dropped completely, her tone laced with concern. "Baby, what's going on?"

"Nothing." You say, your voice shaky and your bottom lip quivering. "I just had a really bad night. It's so good to hear your voice." You admit, your voice cracking slightly.

It was a hard predicament to be in, emotionally. You were on the verge of a meltdown, desperately trying to keep it at bay because you didn't want to scare her more than she probably already was. But her soft tone and the fact that you could hear how much she cared about you made you want nothing more than to just breakdown and cry because she always made you feel safe enough to do so.

"Just come over. You left your soccer bag here and you need it for tomorrow anyway." She says and your nostrils flare because you did need your bag for practice tomorrow and you were annoyed with yourself for leaving it there.

"Whitney is pissed at me. She'll get mad if I show up there."

"She's in bed already." She says, and although you've been thinking of ways to get out of going over there, you were already walking over there since the phone call started.

"Okay, I'm on my way. Will you stay on the phone with me?" You ask, the notion of being left alone with your thoughts right now probably more dangerous than any drug you could possibly do, honestly.

"Yeah, of course. Are you close?" You can hear her shuffling around a bit.

"Mhm, maybe two or three blocks." You say, sniffling to clear your nose.

"Okay, good. I'm gonna wait for you by the side door." She says quietly now, most likely because she was leaving her bedroom to walk through the common area of her shared dorm and not wanting to wake Whitney.

Both of you probably too embarrassed to deal with her after she dealt with your bullshit and now Leighton was gearing up to let you back in.

Neither of you talked for the remainder of your walk over. You heard her rustling around and stuff like that, but you didn't even need to talk honestly. You just felt comforted by the fact that she was there on the other end of the phone. That she was there waiting for you at the end of the next block.

As soon as she came into view, you hung up the phone and practically ran to her. She wrapped her arms around you tightly and if you could shove yourself into her chest you would've. Nothing felt close enough.

You gripped the back of her shirt tightly, burying your face in her neck and trying to steady your breathing before it got too out of control and you had a full blown breakdown.

"Hey, what's going on?" She had her hands on your hips, trying to push you back so she could look at you, but you wouldn't release the tight grip you had on her. "Can you please talk to me? You disappeared for hours and show up to my door a wreck, what the fuck is going on?" Her voice was a little more stern than it had been in the last few minutes, but you recognize pretty quickly it's probably because you're scaring her. "Are you hurt?" She asks, still trying to push away from you to assess the situation, but you just held on to her tighter.

She gave up trying to figure out what was wrong, instead focusing on just getting you back inside.

She gave you a pair of pajamas to change into and you crawled into bed next to her. She didn't ask you anymore about what happened or what was going on.

She ran her fingers through your hair until it put her to sleep, the weight of her hand on your head doing wonders for the splitting headache you had. You watched and checked your phone consistently, hoping for some sort of update on DJ, but too scared to call the hospital or anyone to get one yourself.

You couldn't sleep. Despite the tiredness sitting heavy on your eyes, you couldn't do it. Your mind was racing. A combination of soccer and school related bullshit and the fact that you basically possibly indirectly maybe have killed someone, felt absolutely suffocating.

You shook your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts. You never gave DJ drugs. You never told him or forced him to take anything, but you introduced him to the person that did and it made you feel just as responsible as Liza.

You stared at the ceiling until the birds started chirping, your eyes red and cheeks raw from the quiet tears shed throughout the night.

You turned to face Leighton, burying your face in the small space between her cheek and shoulder. Her cheeks were warm and she smelled like a floral lotion and laundry detergent.

You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, the weight of sleep almost unbearable on your eyelids now. You let out a content sigh and wrapped your arm around her waist, balling her shirt up in your first from gripping it so tightly, your pinky rubbing the small piece of exposed skin on her waist.

You counted in your head everytime your pinky would move back and forth, the combination of the two actions mixed with the warmth of Leighton's body quieting your brain down enough to let you fall asleep.

Your alarm wakes you up three hours later and you groan pitifully, burying yourself further into Leighton while also reaching back for your phone to shut your alarm off.

You huff and turn it off, shoving your phone between your bodies and burying yourself deeper into Leighton's side.

"Do you need to get up for soccer?" She asks, yawning mid sentence, but continues to speak through it.

"Unfortunately."

"Skip it and hang out with me." She suggests, running her fingers through your hair.

"You're funny." You let out a fake laugh, your hand slipping into her shirt to rub patterns across her stomach. "Can I see you after practice though?" You ask her and something about asking if you can see her always makes you feel silly and desperate. Like you're panhandling for her attention, yet you always stick that metaphorical metal cup out and ask for it anyway.

"I would like that a lot. I can pick you up after practice and we can get lunch?"

"Mm, sounds perfect." You whisper, pushing yourself up to kiss her lips softly.

When you pull away from the kiss, you stretch your whole body loudly and Leighton stares at you with a small smile on her face. She peeks over you to see Bela's bed still empty, having most likely stayed at a guys house last night. She bites her lower lip before leaning in to kiss your jawline, her hand sliding up your shirt to rake her nails against your stomach before playing with the waistband of your pants.

"Can I?" She whispers against your jawline.

You closed your eyes for a moment, giving the offer some thought, but you knew immediately it was going to be a no. Your overall feeling right now was just gross. Mentally and physically.

"Not right now, baby." You whispered, putting your hand over hers and rubbing her knuckles. "But I can definitely like- to you, if you want."

"No, that's okay." She says quietly, keeping a reassuring smile on her face. You press your lips against her cheek and then her lips.

"I'm sorry." You apologize, lacing your hand in hers and squeezing it softly.

"Don't apologize, I'm not upset." She squeezes your hand back and brings it to her lips to kiss your knuckles.

"I should probably go. I want to get out of here before Whitney is up." You say with a small laugh and Leighton smiles. She kisses you once more before pulling away with a small dramatic huff.

"I'll see you at twelve thirty then?" She asks, watching you get out of bed and strip off the clothes she lent you last night, digging through your bag to find the clothes you wore yesterday.

"I'll be waiting, but we have definitely got to stop at my room. I'm going to need to shower."

"I mean, I wasn't gonna say anything..." She says teasingly. Your face dropped and she laughed. "I'm just kidding. You don't stink. You just smell like you, but like sweaty. I like it. I don't know how to explain it, don't ask me to either." She rushes out, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

"I'll let you leave this interaction unscathed...for now." You smile at her, slipping your socks on to your feet and crawling into bed, nudging your nose against hers. She connected your lips before you could, and you smile into the kiss. You pull away and kiss her one more time before pulling away and climbing off the bed. "I'll see you in a bit."

You shove your feet into your shoes and grab your bag and your phone. You shove your hand into your pockets and when you realize they're empty, your eyes widen.

You check your pockets again frantically, then your bag. Opening it and searching through it, mumbling under your breath.

"What's the matter?" Leighton asks, looking at you confused.

"Nothing, I uh, can't find something." You search the immediate area of the floor before falling to your hands and knees to give the ground a closer inspection. "Fuck." You mumble.

"What did you lose? I can help you find it." She said, about to get up.

"No, it's okay. I'm sure it's in my bag somewhere." You stand up, still searching the ground with your eyes, scratching your head. "I'll see you at twelve thirty, baby." You readjust your bag on your shoulder and leave her room, closing the door behind you.

You keep your eyes glued to the floor, searching for that small baggie of pills as you walked through the common area of their dorm room on high alert.

You heard some talking and shuffling coming from Whitney's room and she opened her door, her body still turned away because she was talking to Kimberly.

You abandoned your search. Opening and closing the door quickly and quietly and bolting from the dorm.

You made it to the field an hour before the normal scheduled practice, but right on time for the private sessions that your coach always insisted on you doing.

You changed into your clothes that you practice in, searching your bag and pockets on more time for the small baggie. You sighed in relief when you found it tucked in the corner of your bag, covered in protein bar crumbs and lint. You tucked it away safely in a smaller pocket for safe keeping's, already thinking about the fun you were going to have after practice with them.

Your coach had the field set up, a few soccer balls strewn around the field. He was nowhere in sight of course. That's how it always went. You did these sessions on your own, coach always saying that you didn't need him to tell you what to do and expecting you to just know.

The worst part was, even if he wasn't present he always knew if you tried to skip. You've tried twice and both times ended with you running around the pitch for the entire length of practice without any explanation to the other girls.

So you did your little drills and your practice shots for an extra hour every practice, already feeling practically exhausted by the time the other girls came for the actual practice.

Once the girls started filtering in, you began to slow down. They waited around patiently for the coach, talking and gossiping amongst each other.

Whitney didn't talk to you when she arrived, but she gave you a look that shot chills down your spine. You loved Whitney and thought you were always pretty good friends, but you were oftentimes always given the impression that she can see right through you and today was no different.

Coach finally arrived about twenty minutes late, which was unusual for him. He came in quietly this time, not his normal shouting, angry energy that he usually brought to the table.

"Listen up, everyone." He says politely and you all gather around him. "You will probably notice that Joanne isn't here today." He clears his throat. "There's been something rather unfortunate to happen. Joanne's younger brother, Donnie unfortunately suffered from an overdose last night and has passed away." He says with a nod and a frown. "I need you to all step up and be there for your teammate right now."

He continued talking, but it all just became muffled words to you. You wanted to think that maybe they weren't the same person, but you knew it wasn't true.

You recall having a conversation with him once about his name. That he preferred going by DJ instead of Donnie because it made him feel like he was that one kid from the Wild Thornberrys.

You zoned back in when the girls started clearing the field.

"Hey, come on. Practice is cancelled." Myra patted your shoulder to get you moving, but you felt stuck.

Whitney was walking backwards, her eyes glued to you and it just heightened that feeling you had of her seeing right through you.

You moved your feet, somehow, you got them moving. One in front of the other. You felt like you were on autopilot.

Your teammates talked quietly in the locker room, everyone wondering what happened and how. You had all the answers sitting on the tip of your tongue and you wanted to spew them off like you were giving confession in church.

All the girls talked about heading to a diner to get some breakfast together and you politely declined, saying you already had lunch plans with someone and you didn't want to be too full for those.

Which wasn't a lie at all.

Plus you had things to do beforehand. Take a shower, change your clothes. Things like that. At least, that's what you told them.

When you got back into your room, you pulled the small baggie from your gym bag, staring at it for a moment while having an internal struggle with yourself.

One of your friends just died. Probably from taking something like this specifically. But you felt like you had a better grip on yourself than he did. You weren't that addicted, not the way he was. Who knows if pills were even what he took. Liza probably introduced him to needles by then.

You had a better handle on it, you repeated to yourself while you swallowed two of them.

You didn't meet Leighton for lunch that afternoon.

[farfromstrange]

6 Totally Random Matt Murdock Headcanons that keep me up at night

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!Reader

Summary: Just some Matty headcanons today!

Warnings: Mentions of Smut! 18+ MINORS DNI! (Not proofread)

A/n: I was planning on writing a fic, but then I found this in my drafts and thought I would finish it. Yes, I did write those at three in the morning every time I woke up. That's...that's not unhealthy at all or anything.

1. Volume

Matt is a very vocal person in bed. I'm not talking full-on screaming though.

While there are times he is quiet to hear your breathy moans and whines as he’s pounding into you and he hears you begging for “More, more, more…” as soon as he feels you around his cock, it’s game over for him. He loses that tiny bit of self-control. He grunts and groans, and sometimes, when he feels particularly in the mood, he whines and whimpers because you treat him so well.

Don't even get me started on when he goes down on you. He will moan just from the taste of you, and then some more when your hands tangle in his hair, causing the slightest amount of pain. He thrives off of it.

He wants to show you how good you make him feel, not just the other way around, and ever since he has noticed that you like it when he makes noise, he makes sure to moan every so often when you're fucking or making love or simply enjoying each other's bodies in all the ways possible. He trusts you enough to do it, to let himself go and surrender himself, and you reward him for being a good boy.

2. Eating...

We have established that Matt Murdock is the King Of Eating Pussy. The love for giving oral runs deep, not just in his desire to please and never take anything in return. Not just because he wants to make you feel good. It's literal torture on his sensitive senses when he doesn't get to drown between your legs at least once.

It's his form of worshipping you, of praying to you in a highly blasphemous context when he thinks about the things you have moaned, but he would do it time and time again. He loves it. The taste alone gets him high and then it's all he focuses on. It calms him.

I truly believe that hearing your heartbeat, the blood rushing in the veins of your thighs, and the taste of your arousal mixed with pheromones do something to him that lets out some sort of animal whenever he smells you. And then he just needs to have you or he will go crazy. It's the same with your natural scent.

Matt Murdock gets off on the mere taste of his partner’s arousal. He can taste it in the air. He makes sure to make you come on his tongue at least once when you’re getting intimate, and not just as foreplay. He does it before, during, and after, depending on his and your mood. He knows what buttons to press, how hard to suck on your clit and he knows how to slide his tongue inside of you and fuck you with it until you’re shaking. He will keep your thighs spread wide and hold you down, but let you wrap your legs around his head and clench around him because he loves the momentary loss of oxygen.

3. Consent.

He will only ever touch you when he knows that you want it. He won’t fuck you when you’re not in the right mental state because he doesn’t want to take advantage of you. He makes sure to ask and communicate and when your answers are not clear, he stops the scene. He can hear it in your heartbeat and he would never cross that line, not even when he is horny and full of adrenaline in the middle of the night.

He would ask you for permission to fuck you when you're asleep, maybe, so he won't have to wake you when he comes home late from patrol, but even then he needs vocal confirmation beforehand to know he won't cross a line. So every night when he leaves, he asks if you'd still be okay with it, and after learning that he would be anything but mad when you say no, you give him the most honest answer.

4. Cuddles

When he has a bad day, he wants nothing more than to be held by you. Either he is the little spoon or, and that happens the most often, he places his head in your chest as you entangle your limbs with his and hold him close, raking your nails through his hair.

He relaxes when you massage his scalp, but he also enjoys your touch on his tense shoulders, and that's when he likes to be pampered like a little princess. Pampering, in this case, is cuddles. He wants all the cuddles you can give him.

It's nights like these that he realizes how in love he is with you, and how safe he feels when he's in your arms. But God forbid anyone finds that out. He will not admit that he enjoys being pampered by you because that would make him seem vulnerable, and we all know our dear Matthew, don't we?

5. Concerts

This came to me randomly, but since he has sensitive hearing, it would be hard for him to go to concerts with you. However, he will make sure to follow along to the venue, drop you off, and then I'm certain he would find a rooftop somewhere further in the distance, put some earbuds in to protect his sensitive ears, and he would listen.

He would filter your voice out of the crowd and imagine himself dancing to the music with you. He loves how excited you get when your favorite artist is playing. He knows you're aware of what he's doing, and you make sure to whisper, "Thank you," under your breath.

Listening to you have fun at a concert would also broaden Matt's horizons when it comes to music, and you would catch him playing your Playlist at home while cooking one day, humming along.

One of these days, you will find a way to take him there with you, but until then, he makes sure you at least know he's listening while you're having the time of your life.

6. Neck-holding

This doesn't need an explanation, but I will give it to you anyway.

Matt loves holding your neck, sexually and non-sexually. He loves feeling your pulse, the way you respond to him, and he loves how much closer you get whenever he does it.

He'd be like, "Come here, sweetheart." And you would jump into his lap, cuddling into him, while he holds you with one arm around the rest of your body, the other wrapping gently around your neck.

And in bed, you guys probably know how it would go.

Do you guys want a Part 2? Maybe some angst?

[holbrookswifey]

Fuckkkk lowkey need to see skom James tied up and begging,,, feel like he’d be a freak in that era

ALSO I LOVE HOW U WRITE HIM💔💔💔

This time, I'm in charge

James Hetfield (skom era) x fem!reader

Summary: James was pissed from fighting with Lars the whole day, and he takes his anger out on you, so you show him that you're not someone to put up with when he's angry

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, angst, use of alcohol, verbal abuse, bondage, male submission, teasing, slight edging

A/N: I had so much fun writing this so thank you anon for helping me bring out some of my kinky writing 😂 i do apologize that its a bit short, but as always, feel free to submit who you'd like me to write about next

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James came home angry once again after fighting with Lars since Kirk texted you there was a fight between James and Larsas soon as James left the studio. You hated seeing James pissed off, but once he was in the angry mood, it'll take hours, even days for him to fully calm down especially after Jason left the band and they were stuck in a search to try and find a new bassist.

Being married to James since 1993 has been a roller coaster dealing with his alcohol addiction and constant mood swings was something you were slowly growing used to, but praying that the marriage wouldn't grow into something more abusive like how you saw your parents treat each other in your childhood, hoping that this marriage wouldn't turn out like theirs.

You hear the front door swing open, then slam shut, knowing James just walked into the house. He's definitely pissed so you don't say anything as you see him enter and head straight to the kitchen. You knew him well enough that he was going to grab a bottle of beer, but you keep your mouth shut in hopes to not piss him off today more than he was already.

James reaches into the dimly lit refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of beer, as expected, before closing the refrigerator door, using a bottle opener to pop the lid off with a slight hiss from the top and he throws the lid into the sink, making you sigh as you've cleaned more than enough beer bottle lids from the sink in the past week.

You decide to go and talk to him, trying your best to stay calm as you make your way into the kitchen, seeing him leaning against the counter by his ass and taking big sips from the brown bottle. You mentally prepare yourself for what's about to come. Was he extremely pissed, or was he mildly pissed? Maybe in between, you wondered to yourself until you see his facial expressions. Yup. Extremely pissed.

You lean on the doorway, looking at James as he's staring into space before he sees you. "Hi, honey. How was your day?" You ask him, trying to put on your next sympathetic face.

He rolls his eyes, taking a big mouthful from long-necked bottle before shaking his head and heading towards the doorway, hoping to get past you. "Fucking horrible." He mutters as his shoulder hits yours as he passes you, making you stumble a little. You can tell this was going to lead to another fight.

You follow him into the living room where he plops himself into his chair, leaning back and manspreading. "I heard what happened between you and Lars earlier." You comment, seeing his eyes almost darken at the thought of the fight.

"Why are you starting fights now?" You ask, crossing your arms. James looks up and glares at you. "And why are you assuming that I'm the one starting them?" James asks in a standoffish tone "Lars was being an asshole and fucking with me when I told him I was in a shit mood." James carries on.

"But does that give you the right to just walk out and slam the door like you did?" You reply, not trying to sassy or rude but it may have sounded that way to James. Oh boy James was not happy when you said that.

"Just keep your mouth shut." James spits back in a harsher tone than you've ever heard from him, which causes surprise to hit you hard. "Excuse me?" You ask quietly.

"You heard me, now keep your fucking mouth shut!" James snaps, making you bewildered at James's harsh behavior. You've never heard him this hostile before, which makes you angry yourself.

"Say that again, I fucking dare you." You reply, stepping in front of the TV to stop him from watching it. He looks more angry than ever now.

"Bitch, shut the fuck up and move!!" He almost screams at you, giving you flashbacks to the time your own father yelling at your mum. You weren't going to take this verbal abuse from James.

"Do it yourself, you prick." You taunt, not backing down. This makes James almost snap as he slams down the beer bottle and pushes himself off the chair, almost getting in your face. "I am not afraid to hurt you, now keep that fucking whore mouth of yours shut and listen to m--" You cut him off, grabbing him by his shirt and yanking him close enough that your faces are almost touching.

"Shut the fuck up, you abusive piece of shit!" You yell, which catches James off guard since you've always taken his bad moods and yelling, but today was different, almost snapping him out his anger, but you just keep going. "I am your wife and I will not take your shit anymore! Either shut that fat mouth of yours or I will shut it for you!" You push him back, making him fall back into his chair, shock in his eyes.

He stammers, tripping over his own words as he tries to act tough again but clearly failing. "Y-You can't do shit to me!" He tries to intimidate you, but he knows he's about to piss himself since he's never seen you so defensive and angry, especially with him.

"Option two it is." You say in a harsh tone as you grab him by his shirt and drag him to the bedroom, slamming him onto the bed but not letting him move. You kick the door shut as loud as he slammed the door when he came home, making him flinch. You reach for the knob on the drawer on the nightstand where you keep toys, blindfolds, even restraints such as handcuffs and rope.

You grab two pieces of rope and loom over him like a predator hunting its prey, seeing how much he's switched up from brooding and dangerous to a whimpy little girl. "Take off everything but your underwear." You say in a commanding tone, which makes him comply with ease, his hands almost ripping off his own plain white t-shirt and his hands fumbling shakily with his belt and pants, kicking them off and laying back down, still looking like he's about to piss

With the tough facade that you cannot break down now, feeling way too powerful to stop now. You hear his breath hitch when you call him that, still looking at you with fear but also arousal. You reach down, motioning for him to give you his wrists. He doesn't do it at first, but after seeing you extremely pissed off, he lets you take his wrists, tying one on one bed post and the other wrist to the other bed post, making sure they're secure.

You decide to grab a gag from the drawer at the last second, putting it in his mouth to keep him from talking as you undress yourself, showing yourself off to him as he lays there helpless and tied. You can see the obvious boner he has in his boxers, which gives you the opportunity to tease him. You walk over to the bed, straddling his hips as you hook your fingers around the elastic of his boxers, tugging them down until they're pooling at his ankles. His cock comes out and slaps his lower stomach, hard and leaking with pre-cum as his eyes beg you for release.

You lean close to his face, your tits close to where his gagged mouth is, making him whine from desperation to suck on your tits, to have what he wants but he knows you're punishing him from his aggression earlier. You decide that he doesn't deserve to have his dick sucked or touched, which makes him whine even more, his erection almost painful from how hard he is as he sees you dominate him.

You decide to mess with him even more, running your pussy lips up and down the shaft of his dick at a painfully slow pace, but not letting him enter yet. James whines desperately as both your tits are almost touching his face and your pussy won't let his cock inside of you, which he tries to beg through the gag. You can see how much torture you're causing him, making you feel proud of yourself to see your once dominant husband a whiny mess.

His hands try to move to at least touch your tits, but since he's still tied up, he lets out a loud sound between a groan and a whine of frustration, looking like he's about to break into tears if he's not given what he wants. As you feel like you've teased him enough, you finally let the head of his cock slip into your pussy, making both of you moan, letting him go all the way inside you. As you see him trying to thrust, you hold his hips down to stop him.

"Not yet." You command, moving your hips at a painfully slow pace. You feel his cockhead immediately hit your g-spot, making you gasp and groan, realizing how much he's the one that's dominant and not you. James keeps on whining, wanting to touch you, any part of you, but he's still powerless, smaller than you as his only choice is to lay there and take it without getting to touch you.

Time goes by and you decide that it's fair to loosen the load off of him and you remove the gag from his mouth, letting him speak again. "Asshole." Is what he says to you, but it doesn't sound like a threat. Both of you are rapidly approaching your orgasms, seeing he's absolutely desperate and in need to touch you, so as you keep riding him mercilessly, you decide to give him his freedom, untying his wrists. His hands immediately grab your hips, but one of them grabs your upper back and pushes you down so you're face to face with him.

He leans up and attacks your breasts, latching onto a nipple and sucking it like he's a newborn baby, making you moan loudly as well as his cock pistoning in and out of you at an extreme pace. Unable to stop yourself, you feel your orgasm hit you hard, making your eyes roll back and letting out a loud moan, which James's orgasm follows close behind yours, thrusting up into you and letting his hot cum squirt into you. As reality hits you, you collapse onto his chest, both yours and James's hearts are pumping like never before and your breathing is heavy.

As you both finally calm down, James pulls you down so you're lying beside him, his body wrapping around yours as a protective barrier. He kisses you softly, stroking your back with delicate motions. As your breaths steady, he looks down at you, still surprised how you stood up to him like you did.

"You need to be pissed off with me more." James jokes, trying to make you laugh, which succeeds. You chuckle as you look at him "I'll take you up on that."

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Enough

Summary; You're being a brat. You know it and Eddie knows it but when Eddie snaps you decide to give him space, worrying that he's had enough of you.

Warnings; Just a lil Angst with a happy ending fic

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The phrase woke up on the wrong side of the bed seemed to apply heavily to you today.

Honestly, you weren't sure what was wrong, you had just woken up very grumpy, with a bad headache and had been moody with Eddie even when you didn't mean to be.

He had been so patient with you and you were aware you were being a bit of a brat and so was he.

Nothing made you feel better.

You were too cold, then too hot, your headache made you sensitive to loud noise and Eddie's guitar playing was annoying you even though you usually loved it.

Even with how patient Eddie was he still had a limit and he had reached it.

"Princess would you get out of the fucking mood you're in or shut up, unless you want me to put you over my knee right now!" Eddie barks finally losing patience and you freeze eyes widening and your lip wobbling.

"All day you've been a nightmare and I'm sick of you being a brat. I've had enough" There was no sweetheart or princess and that's how you know he's seriously pissed and you feel guilty because he's been so sweet all day and you've just been bitchy.

"I'm sorry Eddie, I didn't mean to be" he grumbles under his breath and the doorbell rings. It's the Hellfire Club coming for their meeting.

Feeling incredibly forlorn you stay quiet as Eddie welcomes the boys and he's all smiles, certainly happier than you've made him all day.

He's still off with you all night and it makes you restless, a sour feeling in your stomach.

When you head to bed and Eddie falls asleep, you're too anxious and wound up to join him so you decide to head home, you don't want to cause an argument and you're certain that you would only annoy him.

Once you home you curl up into bed and it's all cold and you just feel lonely and your head is hurting even worse than it was before because you've been stressing.

"I've had enough!" Eddie's voice echoes in your mind and your heart aches. Did that mean he was sick of you?

Maybe Eddie would be happier if you stayed away for a few days.

❤️🌸

You go to work and do your best to not think about the argument or worry if Eddie is still mad, you just lose yourself in shelving books in their correct position and unpack some orders.

You loved working in this bookstore and running it, it was cosy and comforting and helped you de-stress.

Well maybe not so much today... The only thing that would make you feel better was seeing Eddie but you didn't know what to say to him after yesterday.

Would he even want to see you? Any argument you had no matter how heated resolved itself quickly because you could never stay mad at each other.

This was the longest you had gone without speaking and you missed him.

Once you've finished work you lock up and plan to eat as much ice cream as possible.

That would be the plan except once you get home you notice Eddie's van is parked out front, you gave him a key for emergencies so he's most likely inside.

He's sitting on the couch when you head in and he immediately stands up.

"Hi" He walks over to you and there's worry and relief in his eyes.

"Hey, sweetheart, I've been worried. Woke up last night and you were gone "He strokes over your cheek and you bite your lip still feeling out of sorts over yesterday.

"I just wanted to give you space. Didn't want to hang around after being a brat and all, you said you had enough" he softens.

"I shouldn't have said that princess. I'm sorry" you sigh and cuddle into his chest.

"I was being bratty though. I'm sorry. I had a terrible headache, woke up and felt shitty and I shouldn't have taken it out on you" He presses tender kisses over your forehead.

"Just tell me next time okay sweetheart? I'd do anything to help you. You know that. I love you so much"

You nod, you do know that.

"I love you too Eddie" He looks at you with concern as he ever so tenderly massage your head.

It makes you wince and he notices straight away.

"Does it still hurt sweetheart?" you pout up at him, Eddie could never resist your pout, kinda like when you could never resist his big doe brown eyes.

"Mmm a bit" he takes your hand and leads you upstairs.

"Well, then princess, bed rest, kisses and cuddles are my cure for ailments" It makes you giggle and nod.

Now that does sound wonderful.

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[gatitties]

Warm

─La squadra di esecuzioni x teen!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: You have a big mouth and your stand is not your best ally to hide your emotions, at least you know how to handle it

─Warnings: blood

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Five

Mornings used to be quiet in the assassins' house, with only four people awake at the beginning of the day, Risotto didn't make a single sound, Illuso and Ghiaccio didn't come out of their room until mid-morning and Prosciutto wasn't a loudmouth, it was a little bit of quiet until the loudmouths got up, but today, that quiet was being annoying, without knowing it, they were being irritated by any little thing, with a permanent frown on their faces ─if it's not there normally─, the only reason for this, you, your annoyance was affecting everyone without you knowing it, but you were really in a bad mood.

"Ugh, why the hell won't it get better? Did someone curse me? Fuck, fuck, fuck, this only means that the day is going to get worse."

You wandered off looking at yourself in the small mirror, you had strangely woken up early, unable to fall asleep again, you forced yourself to do some morning exercise to keep in shape, a light shower, some training with your rat… but now that your hair was dry ─much shinier and silkier since you followed Prosciutto’s advice─, you were trying to comb it, however one damn hair was still unruly and restless, you had tried using Pros’s setting gel, but it didn’t work, not even Ghiaccio’s hairspray to keep the curls intact seemed to do anything against the unruly hair, and you were getting so desperate that you almost hit your head with the comb, if it weren’t for Illuso appearing in the mirror stopping you.

"Okay, that’s it, you’re getting on my nerves because of your stand, you should learn to control it better."

"I'm sorry, but please help me or I'll go crazy and drag you all into madness."

You let yourself be dragged into his room, he was trying to comb his pigtails himself, strangely he was unable to comb your hair as you normally did, causing the desperation to increase in the house, a not very happy Ghiaccio interrupted the dark-haired boy's room to try to do something himself or he was going to start biting the furniture out of the accumulated rage, he couldn't, he couldn't against your hair, everyone went to Prosciutto, who was trying to get rid of the bad feeling by smoking like a locomotive in the kitchen window, he couldn't solve your problem either.

"How is it possible that you don't know how to comb unruly hair!? You two are always so well combed like prissy whores, it's ridiculous!"

"God, shut up," the blond let go of your hair, completely tangled now, rubbing his temples, feeling the headache starting to form in the front "it's not the same to comb your own hair than to comb someone else's."

Risotto, Pesci and Melone were ruled out, probably they didn't even comb their hair that much, leaving only Formaggio… Prosciutto recommended you to wash your hair again while Ghiaccio was prepared to cut your stupid hair with the kitchen scissors right there.

"You're all such idiots, leave this to me!"

To everyone's surprise Formaggio had woken up from all the noise, no one believed he could actually fix the problem when he didn't even need to comb his hair, but no one objected anything, whatever it took to let that feeling leave their minds. You took him to your room, giving him your things so he could comb your hair, he gave a few rough tugs to your locks, but he was quite effective at doing his job, simple, neat and pretty, your usual hairstyle was back to normal, without that stupid hair bothering you, your mood lightened, all irritation and desperation vanished from the house.

"Wow, I would never think a bald guy would be the best at combing unruly hair."

"I'm not bald, it's shaved" he finished giving you one last look to make sure everything was okay, nodding to himself at seeing his good work  "and I'm good from experience."

"Did you have long hair before? Like longer than Melone? Let me guess! Before you were assassin you were a hairdresser, you had an accident with someone from Passione, you accidentally cut off their ear and boom! They made you do their dirty work for them because of the lack of respect."

"You are horrible at guessing things," his laughter filled your room, sitting on your bed, he looked out the window longingly, "I come from a big family, with lots of sisters, I had to take care of them many times."

"Ah… You haven’t cut off anyone’s ear then?"

"Yes, a couple of times, but that’s not why I ended up here," his expression soured at thoughts of the past, you quickly noticed how his emotions changed abruptly, you had already caused a lot of trouble this morning, you didn’t want Formaggio to feel bad remembering something "I-"

"It’s okay! We don’t need to remember things that make us feel bad, think of something nice, warm, comforting! Like for example… Ummh… Your cat! How long has she been with you?"

"It was actually a gift from one of my older sisters-"

"I'm sorry, I should tape my mouth shut or never speak for the rest of my life or sew it up, industrial glue? Doesn't sound bad."

Formaggio rolled his eyes as he heard you mutter stupid things, followed by the occasional apology for touching on a subject that might be sensitive for him, although it wasn't something he liked to remember, it was his story and he couldn't erase it or redo it, it wasn't your fault for not knowing, you even tried to make him feel better about something that can't be controlled, fate is very capricious.

"Shut up already, you don't need to apologize, just go out there and show that I'm the best of all, since no one has been able to comb your hair."

"Yeah, of course, you're the best Maggio!"

You both left your room, with long strides you reached the living room where everyone was sitting, each one doing their things, you announced yourself strutting in front of everyone, being ignored by most, but proud to be back to your normal state, tranquility reigned again in the morning after the little chaos. Nothing really interesting happened during the day, nothing besides Risotto sending you a mission in a couple of days, it didn't cause too much nervousness in you for your stand to affect as much as this morning, but although you had already done several missions before, you always had that slight uncertainty of whether you could successfully complete the objective.

You used the old procrastination trick so you wouldn't feel that pressure, you cleaned a few more parts of the house that were screaming for a much deeper cleaning and did a few more chores, keeping your mind busy with other things always lightened your mood, if you could you would like to be able to go blank, but your mind was a train running twenty-four hours a day, the word overthink and you go hand in hand like best friends.

"Hey, come on, I don't have all day."

Formaggio tapped your shoulder, pulling you out of your daydream, you nodded, asking for a minute to go to the bathroom before leaving, you said goodbye to everyone in the living room, following the man who was already waiting in his rickety van, the car had seen better days, but that, and Ghiaccio's car were the only available means of transportation the group had, that, or public transport.

"I didn't know you were coming on the mission with me, Risotto didn't tell me anything."

"I'm not going, I have another mission, but both places are close, so I'm doing you the favor of bringing you over."

"Well, aren't you great? Thanks Maggio!"

"Tch, tch, you don't have to tell me, I know" his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, making a small turn more abrupt than necessary, he frowned when he saw how a car without priority was making his way difficult "Move asshole!"

The horn sounded like a turtle making love with a hoarse voice, your face got dangerously close to the dashboard due to the sudden braking, if it weren't for the seat belt you would have had a sore nose all day, god bless cars safety, Formaggio accelerated making the engine roar while showing the middle finger to the driver who had made him stop, the lady who was driving made angry gestures in turn, shouting things that you didn't hear.

"People drive terribly, do they think the street is only for them?"

His words left you thinking for a moment, everyone in the group was of legal age, you didn't know exactly if they all had a legal driving license, but you did know that they all knew how to drive, which led you to think that maybe, although not legally, you should learn basic notions about automobiles, you could get into trouble and need to drive.

"Maggio, do you think you could teach me how to drive?" He glanced at you, focusing on the road to make a lane change "You know, what happens if something happens and neither of you can use a car? I don't know anything about driving, I'd like to know the basics to get out of a tight spot."

The speed of the van was slowly decreasing, he made a small turn to a dead end, he put on the handbrake, looking through the rearview mirror to check that no one was passing by, he turned to face you with a crooked smile.

"I'll think about it, now get to work, when you finish come back to this alley, I'll pick you up, don't take too long, if I finish quickly I won't wait for you, understood?"

"Aye, aye, my captain, everything clear as crystal!"

You made a stupid pirate salute without any context, jumping out of the vehicle quickly, you waved effusively once he reversed, leaving for his own destination, taking a more focused attitude, you looked at the street name plate, looking for the exact address you had been sent to. You were in a bad neighborhood, similar to the neighborhood you live in now, there wasn't a single soul walking down the street, besides a few children who hid when they saw you, you didn't pay attention to them once you reached the door of your destination, the white wood was worn, one of the windows was broken and there was grass growing up the wall a few inches, whoever it was, they had neglected their home a lot, so much so that you doubted the veracity of the information they had given you. A woman had betrayed Polpo's trust, and according to what it says in the document, she doesn't leave the house unless it's really important.

You felt your waist, feeling that the gun was still there and hadn't escaped, with a shaky sigh, you knocked on the door, you waited, you waited... impatience hit you too quickly, you didn't know if she had received threats that she was already being hunted, so you decided to just open it yourself, the broken window was perfect to put your arm through and open the door on your own, with a soft creak, you entered taking careful steps.

The house was gloomy, messy, as if a storm had destroyed everything, the furniture was broken or scattered on the floor, plates, glasses, pictures… everything completely shattered against the wooden floor, a hysterical voice pulled you out of your thoughts, the shrill screams came from the living room to the right, it seemed like the woman was losing her temper having a hysterical attack, you almost felt bad seeing how her face was stained with tears, she had clumps of hair torn out and she was hitting her head, she was the one who caused all this mess in her own house. You almost didn't manage to dodge the flowerpot she threw at you, too focused on her disastrous appearance.

"Are you a murderer? Aren't you? They're coming for me! I'm going to die! That's it… my life thrown down the drain for… for… AGH, I HATE YOU, YOU AND THAT CRAPPY ORGANIZATION! DIE! DIE!"

She pointed at you as if you were the cause of all her problems, feeling a little offended by her accusation, she lunged at you determinedly, you staggered to the side making her trip over her own feet, falling face first onto the ground, though she grabbed your leg pushing you to the ground, she quickly climbed on top of you, placing her hands on your neck squeezing, you hit her chest hard making her step back with a grunt, you rolled on the ground dodging her second attack, sticking some broken porcelain pieces that were scattered around in your arms and legs, you didn't let the pain register on you and continued with the little fight.

Blows went back and forth between the two of you, neither of you being too experienced in physical fights, somehow the woman was good enough to stop you from bringing out your gun, but you decided it was time to stop playing when her stand showed itself.

"What…?" you were amazed to see how a bubble formed inside your skin, it burst with a small sound making you moan in pain, blood splashed on the place and your face "Ouch!"

"I got you!" although the attack was planned to repeat itself, it was not directed at you but at the wall that was next to you, some splinters flew out from the bursting of the bubble "shit, I still can't control this fucking power well, just wait! I'll make you explode and suffer like they did to me!"

"Don't make me responsible for your bad decisions!"

You gritted your teeth as you felt another bubble against your skin burst, it stung a lot, it cost you a few more wounds but you ended up hitting the back of her neck, making her dizzy enough for her to stay still, you took out the gun, taking off the safety, still half unconscious, the woman managed to speak between murmurs, which distracted you enough.

"I'm not going to let... a rat like you kill me... I prefer... I prefer this."

A shiver ran through your body, blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls, ceiling and floor, of course, you too, completely covered in blood you almost vomited, but you held it back, silently looking at the gun you held in your hand.

"I could have made it less painful" you tried to wipe your face with your hands, but you only spread more of the red liquid that began to oxidize and turn darker, ruining your outfit completely, you would have to go around the store again to buy that stain remover "Well, whatever, I'm done."

You grimaced as you walked, you felt sticky, dirty, would Formaggio even let you get into his car covered in blood? You were going to find out soon because you saw his van parked in the same place as before, he was probably waiting to see you and make a joke about how he had been waiting for hours ─when he had just arrived ten minutes ago─ but that since he is such a good person he had waited for you, but his jokes died on the tip of his tongue when he saw you covered in blood, with a blank look.

"Are you okay? Where is all that blood coming from? You're not hurt, right?" like a worried mother he greeted you with an avalanche of questions "Wait before you get in the car, I'll put a cardboard or a bag, damn it, don't lean your back on the seat, better not touch anything."

"Yes, yes, and don't worry, the blood is not mine."

He looked at you for a second as he rummaged through the trunk, he put some plastic bags over the passenger seat and let you in, the ride back was a little quieter because you were a little upset. You didn’t like the job, you didn’t think you of all people got to choose a person’s life or death, surely they had a story behind them, friends or family who cared about those people even if they were the lowest scum in the world. You had witnessed enough deaths to desensitize yourself to the job, but you vowed to make quick and painless work for people, not wanting to know their background because you’d be too weak to pull the trigger if you knew the person. You were a little upset that the woman killed herself with her stand, you experienced it briefly luckily and it was very painful.

"Whatever you're thinking, let it go" Formaggio was going to put his hand on your shoulder to reassure you, but stopped halfway remembering that you were covered in blood "It's not worth thinking too much about it."

"Maggio, uff- can you read minds or something? In fact, you all seem to notice when I'm in a bad mood or thinking too much…"

"You're pretty simple to read, plus your stand doesn't help you. Do I remind you what happened two days ago with your hair?"

You gasped in surprise as you saw your personal action figure giggle, sitting on the man's shoulder as if they had snitch on your train of thought.

"That's treason!"

You pointed accusingly causing the man to let out a chuckle, which was quickly replaced by a frown and a small cry, your face crashed into the dashboard from the sudden braking because he almost ran a stop sign and crashed into another car, as you didn't want to get anything dirty, you didn't use your seatbelt, this time nothing saved you from the impact.

"Maybe I can ask Ghiaccio about driving lessons…"  you looked with disgust at how a dry blood mark was left right where your face had hit "ow, that hurt."

You pressed your nose, noticing the itch, the crimson liquid soon ran down your lip and chin, you made a face of disgust, not even on your worst period days was this bloody.

"Shit, I'm sorry, there's paper in there."

You opened the glove compartment, taking out a crushed roll of paper, you grabbed some to press it against your nose and stop the bleeding, hopefully, the rest of the trip passed without further incident. Pesci almost fainted at the sight of you covered in blood from head to toe, quickly looking for Melone to check that you weren't really seriously injured, Prosciutto forbade you to set foot in the house when you were so dirty, made you put on gloves and bags in your shoes, sending you straight to the shower. The tension you didn't know you had been accumulating in your shoulders vanished with the water dyed by the shower siphon, feeling much better, hunger hit you, deciding to bother the idiot on duty who had to make dinner, but since it was Pesci, you simply helped him finish whatever he had in hand.

"I would like to be as confident as you on missions, I always have to go out with Prosciutto."

You tilted your head in confusion at the fisherman's words, squinting your eyes, Pesci had always underestimated himself, of course, he was one of the most insecure, and his brother was sometimes too harsh with his words, despite not doing it in bad faith, you felt everything that made poor Pesci feel bad, that's why you made sure to give him an extra dose of kindness, he was, without a doubt, the easiest to hurt emotionally. You weren't very different from him, your own stand was related to people's feelings and sensations, it wasn't your determination, but the ability to not let yourself think about what you were really doing.

"Pfft- I'm not confident, I just don't think about what I do and let things happen, like stimuli? If they don't hit me I pull the trigger, if they hit me, I hit and pull the trigger, you know? It's simple"

"I still can't find that much determination… I think Prosciutto will never be proud of me."

You hit his shoulder, almost making the pan he was holding fall to the floor due to your unexpected action, glancing at him for a moment, returning to cut the vegetable again or you would cut a finger.

"You don't need anyone's approval, but I'm sure he's already proud of you, not everyone can say they're a murderer!" you mentally hit yourself, maybe they weren't here by choice, like almost everyone in the group, your big mouth again, before he could answer you changed the subject "but, yeah... aaaaanyway why don't you talk to me about fishing? You seem to like it a lot."

"Oh yes, I lived near the coast…"

You sighed in relief as his nervousness subsided to a slight satisfaction about the direction of the conversation, saving the day once again, you found yourself enjoying a chat about the different marine species off the coast of Naples.

BONUS!

"This is simple, three pedals, five gears not counting the reverse gear" Formaggio told you, sitting in the passenger seat "just use your left foot for the clutch, it's the pedal on the left, the middle one is the brake and the right one is the accelerator, for these two you use your right leg, avoid stepping on both pedals at the same time."

You nodded, testing the pedals under your feet, then the man briefly explained how to use the gears, first left up, second down from first, third from the center to the top, fourth the opposite, fifth right up and reverse down, good, you got it

"Now press the brake and the clutch at the same time, I'm going to release the handbrake, you have to release the clutch little by- you didn't finish listening, your foot lifted too quickly causing the car to hum until it stopped instantly  "little… turn the key again to start it and finish listening before doing anything."

"Oh, it's moving, I'm doing it!" the second time, with some bounces, you managed to get it to move forward slowly, Formaggio asked you to brake, but you hit the wrong pedal and accelerated, he pulled the handbrake before you crashed into Ghiaccio's convertible "Mmh, I don't think I've got the pedals under control yet."

"You think so? You almost signed our death sentence if that fucking miata had any scratches."