#like why would you want the boring option i really don't get it

[pushspacetocontinue]

"It's, it's been a, a long time since I, since I last saw it so I, I um, I don't, I don't rem-remember a, a lot about it," Russell admitted, "I just know my, my brother took the, the chocolates quote to, to heart. But yeah that, that is true. Things you, you missed or, or may have even just, just forgotten can, can come up fresh ag-again."

Russell then nodded.

"Y-yeah, that's, that's how I, I try to see it. That's how my, my oldest bro-brother would, would always try and, and see it. I think as the, the rest of us got, got older, we, we started seeing more, more of his points and trying to take, take them on ourselves," Russell added then, "And of course, we, we took some of that to, to heart, like trying to, to learn from exp-experiences."

He really hoped he wasn't coming across as preachy or boring when he said it like that. But it also served as a harsh reminder that leaving home (even though the problem was much more than a leaky roof) had become a crucial option in the first place. Russell nodded.

"I, I can un-understand that. It, it would be real neat if, if there was, was some form of, of life on, on those planets. Like, like um, bugs or, or animals or, or something."

Russell nodded with the list.

"I, I still go back to, to Skyrim from, from time to, to time. I want to, to try a, a run in, in the survival mode at, at some point," Russell said, "It's where you actually have to let your, your character eat and, and sleep and, and keep warm. Heh, my, my brothers were, were the ones who, who got me, me playing games."

He remembered how when he was younger and there was a quiet moment, Lewis would sit him on his lap while he played Super Mario Bros 3.

"I, I feel a bit, a bit that way a-about the ocean," Russell admitted, "At, at least space won't, won't drag us up into, into the cosmos. That's one reason why, why space is better."

Hopefully that sounded funny. But then his cheeks turned a little bit pink.

"Oh, heh, I'm, I'm glad to, to hear that. I um, well, heh, I do, I do worry ab-about going on a, a bit much and, and you know, not, not letting some-someone else get, get a word in when they, they need to."

Russell took another sip of his drink.

"But I uh, I, I know what, what you mean. I, I love hear-hearing people talk, talk about what, what they live. Their, their eyes light up and it's like, like their whole face is, is glowing from, from the inside, you know?"

❛he does? i like it, too. it always comforts me watching it, even if i’m feeling awful. and if i’m happy, it makes me even happier. i don’t know why.❜ without realising, anton mirrored russel’s smile. ❛i probably saw it with my parents the first time, but since then i’ve seen it at least a couple more times. kids are very clever, but if you go back to films to rewatch them some years later, or to books to read them again, you can find new details you’ve never noticed before. a gift that keeps on giving.❜ then he nodded.

❛that’s also very important, yeah. life is black and white, and no one thing is only bad or only good. and people, too. i’ve met people i did not end up enjoying being around,❜ anton shrugged, ❛and then there are my friends, and then you. but you don’t have to click with everyone and be friends. sometimes things can even fall apart with a bang. but as long as that makes you learn what to do and what not to do next time, and that falling apart hasn’t been too awful...❜

he rubbed his cheek, as if to rub away the awkwardness that crept over his skin, and caught himself watching the people walking outside the window as well. in a few seconds his attention was back to russell.

❛that’s a part of why i probably seem much more... positive, or cheerful, about things. it’s the hope. the hope that keeps you fixing the roof instead of leaving the house. i’d like to keep this house, this planet, fixed, as much as possible. but i would also like to try and find other houses. see how they work. if we found another planet that isn’t habitable, i would be just as excited.❜

anton leaned his head on his hands, listening, a dreamy, thoughtful expression on his face. just like it had been once upon a time, back in school. the quiet kid in the back, the dreamer. the guy who had a band and liked to sing. some things had not changed, even all those years ago.

❛no man’s sky, nice. i like that one.❜ then he chuckled at the thought, ❛trucks in space, that sounds like something i should try sometime. i like the elder scrolls games, especially skyrim. my parents really like fantasy, they started all of that,❜ anton joked with another soft laugh. ❛and assassin’s creed, too, dad would sometimes play the first and the second game, and showed them to me. i used to be a bit scared of space... it’s infinite, and i’m just a tiny human out there.❜ he sighed, hugging himself, falling quiet for a minute or two.

❛when you talk about it, you make me curious, though, so i don’t mind. actually you remind me of a science teacher i used to have. i’m bad with names, but she was also very excited about space.❜ remembering brought a smile on anton’s face.

[elisedonut]

i really like the concept of Percy outright hiding someone in his flat during the war but like it doesn't fit well with most of the people I ship him with

Like the ones i could actually think of that would benefit from it are mostly ones that would be too young to really be having much happen between them during that year

which im not saying the situation can't be just platonic because that is fun too

Like with Oliver it loses out on what makes a forced proximity fic fun to me because of them having already roomed together for years so there's no like weird phase of having to get used to the other being around and having to learn to live with them

similar situation for Penny honestly they've already been together so while i do like the idea of her staying with him its not as fun for a ship set up to me

Marcus doesn't really have a reason to be staying with him, like he could but he's not going to be in a life or death situation if someone sees him so it doesn't have the same like flavor.

Stan is fun i think if you play with him being imperioused and Percy somehow breaking him out of it or something and having him stay with him after that could be fun. Hiding him to keep him from getting imperioused again or worse outright killed

plus then you get to play not only with the fact he was in Azkaban and effects it had on him as well as the trauma of anything that happened while he was under

which is fun

[edward-munson]

I don't care | S.H.

Summary: Taking care of Steve after he was attacked by an army of demobats seems like a lot of work, only because apparently he doesn't like you.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of injury, allusion to smut

Word count: 2.2k

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"You want them spicy or not?" You ask Steve as you make nachos for dinner for both of you.

He's lying on the couch, on his back. He still recovers from the attack of the demobats. His neck is almost fully scarred, but the bites on his stomach and his sides are still painful. You've been laying low together for close to two weeks.

Your friends didn't want to make you team up with them to find Vecna and kill him. Not that you're not brave or strong enough to do so. But you're still pretty new to all of this and someone had to stay with Steve. So you didn't even bother opposing the idea, even though he's not your biggest fan.

God knows why, he never told his reasons. And your friends didn't know either. Maybe Eddie did, but he wouldn't open his mouth about it.

"I still think this is really unnecessary. I'm not a fucking child" He complains as he walks past the kitchen door, leaning against the sink.

With crossed arms, he looks at your food. You made chilli beans, guacamole and cheese sauce for the spicy nachos. You look up at him, trailing your eyes on his neck for an instant before raising an eyebrow to him.

"You can't even hold your own weight, Harrington. Stop being a crybaby".

Steve scoffs at you, but doesn't move an inch from his position. "Jesus, I wish we had another plan".

You drop the spoon you were using, turning your face to look at him. "I'm only doing this because they asked me to. Get off your own ass".

You leave the kitchen, walking out to the bedroom you were sleeping on. You were staying at his house. It's not like there were other options, but you couldn't refuse to stay there when he's alone and barely walking. Well, he can walk. The worst part is that he needs rest because of his wounds.

The past two weeks you've been quite getting along. Not that much, really. It's not like you were friends. Probably more like close acquaintances. Because obviously, he was the one pushing you away.

You didn't leave your room for a while, you were too annoyed to eat, and since it was dinner for the two of you, it didn't feel like you should eat anymore. You decided to spend your time watching something on the TV, which would easily make you get bored.

And then you would read books, or write stuff. It's been pretty tough lately since Vecna appeared. Max almost got killed and now she was staying at Dustin's house. The other kids were coming back to Hawkins to help, maybe Eleven might be able to do something about that.

You actually wished you were doing something fun. Like, taking a trip to the beach or snowboarding since it's fall and the weather has been cold. Your thoughts were pushed back by a knock on the door. Steve didn't open it and you didn't mention doing it either, so he just stayed there.

"Sorry I was an idiot" His voice came out muffled through the closed door. "I know I've been cranky and annoying".

You only opened the door after a couple of minutes, not exactly sure if he was still there. But he looked up from the floor at you. "You used to be nice. I mean, way before this curse happened".

He stayed quiet, because you were right. But what else can he do if the world was turned upside down (almost literally) again? And you almost got them killed once, not on purpose of course.

You were also the one to get too close to Robin and he hated seeing his best friend sharing her friendship with someone else. Because up until then, he was the only one she was the closest he had to a friend, even though he had a strong relationship with Eddie too.

None of it was your fault, but he grew annoyed over you. He couldn't lie to himself and say you weren't too kind and helpful. But he started to become extremely unenthusiastic over you through the year.

"A lot has happened since then. I'm trying to live up to the fact that we're against another monster again" Steve leans an arm against the doorframe, but refuses to keep his gaze at you.

"Which isn't my fault, by the way. Not to mention I'm the one who pulled you out of the watergate before you were eaten".

Another few seconds of silence, which was followed by a sarcastic nasal laugh. He shook his head and hung it low to the floor.

"Oh, you want a prize for that? Because I remember clearly when I didn't ask for your help!" His words were harsh, even if not intended.

But now you were the one who didn't know what to say. Until you feel the bitter taste on your tongue.

"Guess I should've let them rip your skin apart, then".

He saw the door shutting in front of him, cursing himself for being extremely idiotic and insensitive. He almost felt like punching his own face for that.

Steve heard you talking to Eddie that night through your walkie talkie. It was a little bit hard to hear because the reception was static for you. But you could listen to Eddie and God, you missed him and the others. It started to become unbearable to live with Steve. He heard you lament the whole situation, complaining about the way you were treating each other.

He was bitter about the things they were going through. He was angry he couldn't have done more. And he was taking it out all on you. He couldn't face another apology on the same day, because he knew he didn't deserve to be forgiven. Not right now.

The next day, he made breakfast by himself. It took you by surprise, but by the time you were up, he had already eaten. And you wouldn't want to eat with him either. You remember Nancy saying the bickering was just "sexual tension" but you knew it didn't have anything to do with that.

Even though you felt your ears burning from the thought, you couldn't deny to yourself that he was pretty charming. And seeing him shirtless whenever he would change the gauze made you feel weird. God, his hair was always pretty while yours looked like a bird nest after waking up.

The day seemed to have lasted longer since you haven't exchanged a single word to each other. He was focused on watching movies, playing video games and listening to music. He was getting bored out of his mind, but there wasn't much he could do being injured.

You, on the other hand, went out to do some errands. In fact, you didn't care you left him alone. You were getting tired of staying inside. So you went to see Max, and invited her to eat at Burger King. She seemed to feel better to do something like that too. Everything seemed pretty fuzzy lately.

Will, Mike and Eleven were pretty close to Hawkins. Thanks to Argyle who thinks he's a speed racer, and Jonathan who encourages him to drive long hours so they can arrive as soon as possible.

It was almost 7 PM when you came back home. You've finally had some fun after a week. You obviously couldn't be going out since they still haven't found Vecna and he knows about you too. The man in front of you seemed pretty pissed that he didn't see you were out until he woke up two hours ago.

"What? Don't give me that father look" You dropped your backpack on the floor and followed upstairs.

He's got a whole show prepared and he wasn't feeling like he would regret it this time.

"You know you can't just fucking go out and yet, you still do" He walked behind you, like a mother scolding a child.

"Yeah, dad. I know so. But here I am, back in pieces" You turned on your heel to look at him before closing your door.

Much to your dismay, he was faster this time, holding it with his right foot and right hand. Even injured, he was still stronger than you.

"No, don't push it. You can be an easy target for him, you know that?"

You huff, dropping your arm to your side. "Look, Harrington. I'm an adult, and I'm very aware of what I do or don't do. So please, just stop making a scene and leave me the fuck alone".

Steve couldn't even stand arguing with you anymore, it was so tiring. But he knew he would blame himself if something ever happened to you out there. He couldn't let this happen to you, even though you've been annoying him for whatever reason.

He took a step towards you, his hands balling into fists. The way your eyes were boring into him in an unamused face irritated him even more.

"Look, honey" His tone was purely sarcastic and you felt it not only in his voice, but in his demeanor too. "You know you're putting yourself at risk doing that. If I'm not fucking sure you're safe as well, I won't live with that".

At each passing second, you could feel him walking to you, but you couldn't walk back. You couldn't run from him, you couldn't get away from him. You wouldn't, you didn't feel like you wanted to.

"And not just because of my friends, they sure would kill me. But because I couldn't lose another person" You feel his breathing hitting your face, his eyes flicking as he looks at you.

He looks down at you with such intensity, it's crazy how there's a magnetic pull towards him.

You hold his gaze, feeling a cold shiver down your spine. He didn't look like he was about to snap at you, even though his tone was a bit loud.

He furrows his brows when he sees your lip curling into a smirk. "Well, Steve" His fingers move by the sound of his name, you always call him Harrington. "I thought you didn't care if I died or not".

This time, he was the one to smirk at you. "Honey, I don't remember saying I never cared about you".

Your stomach sank at that. Because now as you think of it, it comes crashing down as a realization that he never really said anything related to that. He truly never spoke about it.

"Doesn't seem like it"

"You see, this is why you annoy me so much" His nose bumps into yours, but he still gazes at you like he doesn't mean to avoid eye contact.

"Yeah? Then you should–" He doesn't let you finish your sentence.

Steve crashes his lips against yours, his hands flying down your hips. He feels your immediate reaction as you don't correspond right away. For a few seconds, he thinks he's done the wrong thing and almost regrets it, until you grab him by the neck with both hands. You wrap your fingers around his neck, your fingertips grazing the nape of his hair.

Your lips are smacking his lips in a hurry, while he runs a hand to cradle your face. He slips his tongue into your mouth and holds his breath when he feels your tongue moving in sync with him. He doesn't want to admit this is what he wished he could've done before.

Steve has been so stressed lately that he could only think about defeating Vecna. He didn't realize how much you were willing to take care of him these weeks. All he knew was that he also had to take care of you. And this is why he became so angry when you left without him knowing.

Especially because if something did happen to you, he would feel the regret of being an asshole to you.

He rips a low whimper from you when he gently grasps your lower lip by his teeth as he heaves against your mouth. You're both too absorbed into your own feelings, leaving grunts and gripping each other everywhere.

His fingers were digging your skin every time you would kiss his jawline and he was growing eager. He didn't want to look like he was trying to take advantage of you, only noticing now how much you also wanted this.

He then roughly pulls your shirt off, watching as your chest is quickly rising and falling. And his eyes sparkled when he saw your cleavage for the first time like that. Your bra perfectly hugging your round big breasts.

Steve didn't wait any longer, holding your waist and pushing you back against your bed.

That night, he pounded on you just like you dreamed about. He slapped his hips against your ass just like you wished someone would one day. The air was filled with sounds and lust.

You didn't even notice when your friends arrived right after he had an orgasm. You didn't have time to get dressed, only getting caught when Robin opened the door to you both naked. He didn't have time to remove his condom. She saw you naked. And worse. She saw her best friend naked.

And you thought it was going to be awkward, until Eddie turned the awkwardness into "I knew these idiots would fuck".

The night was all about this. They decided to leave the Vecna subject for the next day.

[x-brik-x]

I'm seeing a lot of people say that punk fashion is expensive and inaccessible, which is very wrong. here is a list of some ways you can make punk fashion easier, cheaper and more accessible for you, since that's... kinda the whole point.

others are encouraged to add onto this!! (just don't recommend corporations like amazon. not cool.)

1. patches!! you don't need to buy them. DIY patches are not ugly or boring. in fact, they are encouraged here!! DIY, in my opinion, is always the best thing to do when it is an option and is safe to do so.

2. speaking of DIY, spikes!! you can make them!!

cut the top and bottom off of an empty can. cut down the middle of the cylinder and flatten it, so it's just a flat rectangle of metal.

cut out a shape that is kind of a third of a circle, but around 3/4 of the curved edge is taken up by triangle shapes. (I'm not very good at describing, so here's a badly drawn picture)

roll it into a cone, leaving the 4 triangles sticking out at the bottom. this bit is optional, but you can fill it with hot glue to make it more sturdy, just be careful touching the hot metal. I tend to hold the cone by one of the triangles with a bit of fabric wrapped around my fingers for this bit. cut 4 small holes in your fabric in this kind of shape:

and put the spiky bits of triangle through the holes. fold the triangles in on themselves to secure the spike in place. boom. spike obtained. this is one I made and attached to a little piece of fabric to test this method out:

3. battle vests!! (like the base jackets). the best places to buy these are charity shops and second hand websites in my opinion, but if anyone else knows any better options, please reblog with those!!

a good trick I find works well on eBay is to filter search results to your country (or state? can you do that in the US? idk) so that a: fast delivery because local, and b: all the sellers of everything that shows up are in YOUR TIME ZONE.

why is this important? when people sell something for really cheap, it goes FAST. check eBay at like, 2am or something. all the scalpers in your area are asleep. grab the cheap stuff while they can't.

4. sewing!! want patches, but can't sew for whatever reason? I've heard of a lot of people with joint conditions like arthritis complain about the inaccessibility of patch stuff, and that does sound extremely annoying, however:

safety pins!! while they are still a little fiddly, they're much less work so you don't have to fiddle about for long. if you can, you could even ask a friend to help, since it doesn't take long at all I'm sure someone will be willing to help out!! (I know I would, but that's just me, and I love this kind of thing). safety pins on clothes are also widely considered to be a symbol of solidarity, so if anything, you're adding some extra love and meaning to your patch pants/battle jacket.

if that's still too fiddly, fabric glue is always an option. unfortunately this means you won't be able to remove/reposition patches, at least without leaving a massive patch of residue, but if you're ok with that then fabric glue is probably your best bet.

for people who prefer sewing: as for where to get the thread, I've heard a lot of people recommending dental floss, as it's apparently much cheaper and works just as well. I haven't tried this myself so can't confirm that, but I thought I'd share it regardless.

5. where to get fabric!! old clothes. rip em up. you don't need any kind of fancy fabric from the craft store. my patches are made of old jeans that I grew out of.

don't have any old clothes and you don't want to waste any good ones? I'm not sure about other countries, but in the UK, as long as you're not on private property (trespassing), dumpster diving is perfectly legal.

I definitely ;) do NOT encourage ;) trespassing rich people's land ;) to steal from their dumpsters ;)

or tbh it doesn't matter too much how rich the person is, since it's all going to landfill anyway. if it's in the bin, it's free game, but you didn't hear that from me. ;)

please add onto this where you can!! and if I missed something or got anything wrong, add that on too!!

[jybyls]

Haunted feelings || T.C

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Synopsis: Fear turned out to bring out hidden feelings. (Thanks @darkpoetdreamer for the idea)

Warnings: Fluff, strangers to friends (?) to friends to lovers, haunted house, bad writing, not proofread, I think that's all.

Words: 2.3k

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Sam, Chad, Tara, and you were sitting in the living room, bored to death. You had no ideas of what you could possibly do, so you were all just minding your business on your side. Well, I'm not really minding your own business. You kept glancing up at Tara every now and then.

You wanted to talk to her but you didn't know what about, it's not like you guys weren't friends, actually you guys were basically best friends but lately it's been oddly hard to act normal around her and you couldn't figure out why. Yes, you did not use your brain on that one.

"Guys !! I have plans !" Mindy exclaimed as she ran into the living room, almost slipping down. Y'all looked at her excited frame, wondering what she had in mind, "What, Mindy ? Wanna do a horror movie marathon ?" Chad mocked his twin sister, which only led to her giving him a dirty look. You slightly giggled at the scene in front, looking at Mindy to hear her answer.

"Don't say this. I might consider it." She said and that ended up with all of you screaming 'no' because you're sick and tired of watching the same horror movies Mindy propose, "No, please, let's not consider that as an option of a plan. What was your main idea ?" Tara spoke up, but your brain didn't listen.

It just went, 'blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name, background stuff..' Safe to say you're a simp. It didn't go unnoticed by Sam. Her older sister sense has been tingling toward you for a moment now.

She definitely knows something is up with her sister and you. She kept her suspicion to herself, tho.

"Will you all shut up and listen to me ? My plan is to visit a haunted house. Y'all are down, or are you too afraid to follow me ?" Mindy exclaimed with a teasing tone, taunting you to follow her in her amazing idea.

"If we don't agree to come with you, you won't go. You're too afraid to go by yourself, that's why you're asking us." Sam, more than calmly, explained her point, which was true, but the shorter twin would never admit it. "That's not the point ! Are you coming or what ?" She shouted, distracting you from Sam's words. You all laughed at her.

"You know what ? Fuck it." Tara said, "Where's that haunted house of yours, anyway ?" The younger Carpenter mocked her friend, not really believing that place existed. "It's down town." Mindy grimaced and Tara reciprocated it, "Very mature of you, girls." You sarcastically said before standing up to get your jacket. They watched you with a dumbfounded look on their face.

"Well ? We're going or not ?" You asked. The twin immediately smiled and screamed, "YES ! Let's go, bitches." And with that everyone is outside, walking to that haunted house. Chad and Mindy were in the front, arguing, Sam was right behind them, not even listening to their faded words, while Tara and you were awkwardly walking next to each other.

You quickly became friends when she moved to New York. You were going to the same college and had the same classes most of the time. You didn't know Tara's story, you didn't know what she experienced, well, at the beginning of your school year you didn't even know who was this Carpenter girl and why was everyone whispering stuff about her and her apparently psychotic sister.

You didn't really care, tho, you thought it wasn't your problem until one morning in your English class your teacher assigned the class for a group project and you got teamed up with Tara. Everyone's eyes were on both of you, but again, you didn't care. You didn't know her, how could you judge her ?

By the end of this class, you came to the conclusion that you liked her. She wasn't mean, like students said. She was actually sweet. She did come up strong at first, but how could you blame her when the whole world wouldn't listen to her until she had nothing left to say ? Well, you couldn't.

You couldn't blame her for anything. And you felt like that when you just met her, so it's safe to say that now that you're down baf for her, it made it impossible to blame her.

Even with her trauma and her sister's advices for some reasons she trusted you. She quickly opened up to you and talked about what happened to her in Wosboro. She talked about Ambet, her sister, her parents, everything. You know everything about her, and you took care of that information. Obviously, you trusted her equally.

You told her everything she needed and wanted to know about you. And ever since you never left each other's side. Eventually, Sam learned to appreciate you, and so did the twins. Oddly enough, everyone agreed with Tara when she suggested that she should be part of the group.

It's been three mot hs now that you're part of the group, and they can all easily say that they like you a lot. You're trusted, and your company is always more than welcome.

You've currently all arrived at the so-called haunted house, holding you phones up with the flash lights on because of the darkness inside. Tara and you stayed close to each other, Sam was behind the two of you while Chad and Mindy were walking to the front, but they quickly backed up with a jump once they heard a noise.

"Did you hear that ?!" Minday whispered-yelled to all of you with a hint of dramatist, "Yes, I fucking did ! What was that ?" Her brother answered with the same tone. "It's the floor." The short brunette rolled her eyes at their dramatist, "It's cracking." You continued, slightly laughing at their reactions.

They huffed, "Yeah. No, yeah, we knew. We were trying to scare you guys." The boy answered with fake confidence, trying to stand taller. "Sure." Sam tried to hold back her mocking smile. You and Tara weren't has strong tho, not only were you mockingly smiling but also directly laughing at them, shamelessly making fun of their sudden fear.

The twins rolled their eyes, huffing again but eventually gave up. They knew they couldn't win with Tara as an enemy. The brunette might be small, but God knows she can and will bite back. With no mercy whatsoever.

You all walked, trying to call in any spirit, but obviously, nothing happened. The scariest thing you saw was a drawing of penis probably made by some teenage boys who found this place before you. The twins kept getting scared by random noises, and they also kept claiming not to be, which was quite ridiculous but strangely funny. It gives Sam something else she can mock them about, and that's enough to make this woman content.

Midnight suddenly hit your watch. You wanted to go home. However, you didn't want to ruin everyone's fun, so you stayed quiet. You lazily follow your friends around. Your mind was far away, thinking about a thousand different things but mostly one thing. Actually, one person. Your best friend, Tara Carpenter. This girl has been haunting all your thoughts.

At first you believed it was nothing, 'It's just because she's my new best friend. That's why I'm always thinking about her.' You told yourself, trying to get some sort of reassurance even tho you knew you were lying to yourself.

Because you knew damn well you're not supposed to think about what your best friend's lips taste like, neither are you supposed to think about her hands on your body and yours on hers. But since you didn't want to ruin your friendship with her, you closed your mouth.

Whenever you felt like telling her she looked pretty, you didn't. Or you'd just say something like, 'cool outfit' or 'cute haircut', when in reality you wish you could tell her how stunning she looks, how you can barely brung yourself to believe that she's real because of her beauty. You wanted to ramble about how much you loved her freckles, how you wanted to kiss every single one of them.

But you couldn't. That was the best you could do. Small, furtive compliments. You were to fucking scared to say too much and risking making her uncomfortable. Or worst disgusted by you. That'd be the end of your world. And your world resolve around her so it's easy to say that if she rejects you in any way you'd be a heartbroken mess.

Little did you know that the girl you were crazy about was head over heals for you. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, she barely even admitted to herself to began with but damn was she down bad for you.

She didn't want to say anything by fear of ruining your friendship. You were so dear to her she would never forgive herself for losing you. So instead of trying any kind of move on you she decided to stay quiet and cherish every second she gets to spend with you.

"Can we head back home or do you still want to walk around like idiots ?" Sam spoke up, clearly tired of this little adventure. You immediately nodded, "Yes, let's go home. I'm getting tired of this." Tara followed you, "Yeah, we're going home." Mindy whined however she agreed.

"Alright, alright. Let's go home. This place's a dump anyway." Chad led the way out of the building, Mindy on the other was terribly disappointed. She wanted to see a ghost or any spirit so badly but nothing happened. Sad for her, but good for all of you because it meant you could head home with a quiet Mindy.

The walk back home was full of teasing against the upset girl who kept huffing and rolling her eyes. You and Tara didn't participate much to the teasing since you shared earplugs with your shared playlist blasting in your ears. To make sure the earplugs wouldn't fall you stayed close to each other, your fingers brushing against one another. Your heartbeat went faster as you hardly blushed, thanks to the darkness it wasn't visible to anyone.

You hesitated for a moment before taking all your courage and interviewing your pinky with hers. You were about to pull away but she was faster to react, squeezing your pinky with hers. You looked down at your hand, a shy smile appeared on your face. You bit your inside cheek, trying to suppress your smile as you looked in front of you.

Beside you Tara was shamelessly smiling, evidently happy about what just happened. Neither of you spoke a word, the simple yet loving gesture meant more than anything.

The older Carpenter had a suspicious look on her face when she saw you and her sister hurrying upstairs the second everyone got home. She trusted you enough not to worry about anything, but her older sister instinct was hitting like crazy. She knew something was going to happen in this room. And she wasn't wrong.

You closed the door behind you as Tara connected her phone to her speaker, soft music was playing in her room. You sat on the chair of her desk while she sat on her bed. For a short time neither of you spoke, enjoying the calm music until Tara broke the slight awkwardness of this moment. "I think we need to talk." Her tone was eripus which cause you to panicked, "What-? What about ?" You faintly stuttered, your eyes widened a little bit. "About what happened earlier." She knew she was making you panick and this brat was savouring it.

You were overthinking like crazy, 'Did she just held my pinky by politeness ?', 'Did I make her uncomfortable ?', 'Oh my god. Did I just loose my best friend ?' Were one of the few questions that went through your brain when she mentioned what happened some minutes ago.

You shakingly breathed out, "What about it ?" You anxiously fidgeted with your rings, waiting for her answer but your mouth had other plans. "Did you not like it ? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I really didn't mean to. It's the last I ever want to do. I love you too much for that."

Fuck.

Maybe you should learn to think before speaking in anxious situations. You both froze at your final words. You tried to speak again but nothing came out of your mouth. Oh, you definitely screwed it.

"You love me ? Like love me, love me ?" Tara asked but again you couldn't find any words to answer so you just nodded. She was dumbfounded. She didn't know how to react. She dreamt of this moment but never expected it to actually occur.

A long silence came between you, even the music couldn't make the situation less awkward. You were so incredibly ashame. You felt like you were burning. You finally found some words, "I should go. I'm sorry." You stood up however it wasn't in Tara's plan to let you go anytime soon. "No, no. Sit back down." Her tone was enough to make you melt. You listened without thinking twice, sitting back down on your chair.

The brunette shook her head and tapped the empty place next to her on her bed, quietly telling to sit next to her. You understood her command and moved to sit next to her.

As soon as you were next to her, her hand found yours. "You didn't make it uncomfortable. Yes, I liked it. And I love you too." She gently whispered, her soft smiled grew on her face, "Like love me, love me ?" You murmured, you barely had the strength to find your voice. The whole thing was unbelievable.

Tara chuckled then nodded, "Like, love you, love you." She nudged your shoulder which caused you to follow her chuckle. "How long have you liked me for ?" You quietly asked, "For too long. So what do you say we stop waiting, hm ?" She smirked as she looked at you. You instantly nodded, "Yeah, that sounds great." You smiled, squeezing her hand.

Waiting this long was worth it, you're finally with the one you love.

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A/n: Rushed end because I'm tired. This was supposed to be a Halloween fic- my bad lol. Have a good day/night. I hope you forgive me for how bad this is. Love y'all <3

[c4tluver02]

first sleepover!

warnings: none! just Steve being whipped.

wc: 2.3k

summary: You invited Steve to spend the night at your place for the first time! And even though it's face masks and nails he's having a great time.

Tonight Steve was coming over to have a sleepover. This will be the first time he's ever spent the night and you are quite ecstatic to say the least. Steve was also excited. To experience your night time routine and what you look like when you first open your eyes in the morning are all sights that Steve wants to see. He packs his overnight bag and heads over to your place. He has a few movies in case you two get bored but he doubts that will happen. You somehow always keep Steve in a constant flow of comfort. It’s never awkward or weird, even when you guys are sitting in silence. 

Once Steve gets to your house he knocks on your door. He's about 5 minutes early and he hopes you don't mind. “Steve!” You say as you take his hand to bring him inside. 

“Hi angel.��� Steve hums, you are beaming with happiness and it's spreading to Steve. 

“I set up some snacks for us but if you want anything else obviously we can get that instead.” You say still holding onto his hand. 

“Whatever you have is good with me” Steve says flashing his amazing smile. His bag is starting to hurt his hand but he doesn't really know where to drop it and he doesn't want to go to your room unless you are comfortable with it.  

“So what did you bring? I have a few things we can do if you don't have anything.” You walk yourself over to the couch.

Steve opens his bag sitting next to you “I brought some movies from work and then UNO. I don't really have anything that exciting.” He responds in a quiet tone. He was starting to feel a little embarrassed that this is all he has to offer you for a fun night. 

“Ooh show the movies?” You say with a soft smile on your face. If you're disappointed in his options you're doing great at hiding it. 

He shows you four different movies, two of them you guys have seen before together. The other two you haven't seen before. “Hmm have you seen these two at all?” You decide to ask.

“Nope, I thought I'd bring some old and some new.” Steve has them all laid out in his lap as you pick them up and look at the description on the back. 

“Would you want to watch a movie we haven't seen and you can paint my nails?” You ask.

“Oh, I uh, I don't know if i'll be good at that.” Steve is starting to hate himself. Has he never been near a girl because he's starting to act like it. 

“C’mon Stevie it's super simple, plus you love picking out the color. I thought it would be fun?” You look at him with big eyes. The question is innocent and simple. Nothing about you is trying to embarrass him. Just looking for something fun to do together. 

“Okay sweet girl, let's do it.” Steve says back. You smile big at his response.

“Do you wanna come and pick out a color with me?” You stand up and ask before you walk away. 

“Sure, yeah.” Steve stands up.

“Oh and you can bring your bag and put it in my room.” You say not to forget it this time. 

Steve has been in your room before, although now he's sleeping over and suddenly he didn't realize that there are little parts of you he somehow missed on your hallway wall. Pictures of you as a child and as a baby. All littered across the wall. Normally he is dragged into your room to surpass your parents. Or if he really didn't want to be seen he'd go through your window. He hasn't had time to truly look deep at his surroundings. But your parents aren't here and that's why he's sleeping over. Steve puts his bag down by your bed as you pull a basket of nail polish out. 

“Okay Stevie, pick a color, any color!” You say as you sit on the ground, your legs under you. 

The simple look of you sitting on the ground like that, head perched up at him made Steve's heart pound in his chest. He wasn’t gonna mess this up so no funny business tonight but man, you just sit there and look at him and suddenly Steve can't think straight. 

“Oh um, let's do one of the light pinks?” Steve says exiting his tranced state. His leg is right by you and as you look at all the pinks you have you lean your head against his thigh. His hand comes to graze the side of your face that's exposed. Slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth on your cheek as you look at the multiple light pinks you have. 

“What about this one?” You ask, slightly moving your head to look up at him. 

Steve moves his hand further down to your jaw. He cups your chin and bends down. 

“That's perfect angel.” He whispers now being face to face with you. The moment has extreme tension to it. He leans in to give you a kiss. It's long and slow but not extending to anything else. 

“Okay come on let's go back down, we have a movie waiting for us y’know.” You say getting back up grabbing Steve's hand as you make your way back downstairs. 

You both get settled onto the couch and you shake the nail polish bottle before giving it to Steve. He's putting a large blanket over both of your laps. You're not sure if he's gonna get this all over the place but you have enough faith that you don't get a towel or anything to catch any of the mess. 

Steve opens the nail polish as you put your hands on your knees, giving him a stable spot. He begins to paint your thumb. The movie is playing in the background and this moment feels incredibly peaceful. His tongue is sticking out in the side and his brows are furrowed. You can tell he's focusing really hard on not messing up. 

Steve finishes one hand and he did surprisingly well. There's a little bit on the cuticle where he put too much polish and it flooded. But that will wash away in the shower. 

“Wow you did great, baby.” You say holding the hand that's done up. 

“Thank you. That'll be one kiss please!” 

You look at him and hum, as if you were thinking about if you were going to do it. You're really happy he's here and even though half of the sleepover you will just be asleep, you are happy to be asleep with him. 

“I think I can do that.” You say giving him a quick kiss. If Steve could kiss you all day everyday he would. 

“Okay next hand.” He says patting your knee to put your hand on it. He is definitely more into this than he thought he would be. 

You giggle at his seriousness and do as he says. This next hand is done quicker than the other hand was and your payment was another kiss. 

Once he finishes you both sit and watch the rest of the movie, or try at least but Steve is just so funny and you can't stop looking at how pretty he is. Your nails are drying and he's talking about Dustin's new friend Eddie. The jealousy is thick on Steve but you don't mention it. You just try to remind him how much Dustin looks up to Steve, trying to follow his every step. 

Somehow hours have passed since he came over and now you are both getting sleepy. You could fall asleep on Steve on the couch but you decide a big bed would be better. You end up turning the movie off and turning off all the lights downstairs. 

You grab onto Steve's hand, bringing him with you to turn off every light. He could have stayed in the living room but he hasn't complained about it. Once you are done you run upstairs. For some reason the idea of the whole house bringing pitch black scares you. Steve is quick to laugh at your sudden speed. 

You both make it up to your room safe and sound! You dig around in your drawer to get a t-shirt to sleep in, they are practically all Steves. 

You both change at the same time and it's comfortable. Almost as if you do this every night together. The fact that this night has been so natural makes your heart flutter. As Steve gets in bed he sees you wash your face in the bathroom. 

“Do you wanna do a face mask?” You ask him. When you look over at him you can see that he's been looking at you this whole time. 

“Okay, what type do you have?” He asks.

“How do you know there's different types?” You ask in curiosity. The question comes out with a little hint of jealousy. Who has he been doing face masks with to know this? 

“Robin and I do them when we have sleepovers.” He responds looking at the different types you have. He's leaning toward the one that moisturizes. 

“Aw, you and Robin have sleepovers?” You ask, forgetting all about your question, only thinking about how cute your boyfriend is. 

“Yeah, she's been having a tough time recently so I have slept over a time or two to make her feel better.” Steve says as he opens the paper face mask. 

You opt for one that brightens your skin. You aren't quite sure how well these work but you just wanted to see Steve in it.  “You truly are the kindest person I know Steve.” You say as you put your own face mask on. 

Despite this being any other sentence for you Steve himself stops what he's doing. He has done some really mean things in his King Steve era. He always thinks of the things he did and how they will be a part of him no matter what. But here you are, reminding him that it's all in the past. This new version of him is caring and kind and deserves to be loved and cared for. 

When you are done fixing your face mask you look at him and smile. He smiles back but it doesn't reach his eyes. 

“You are kind Steve.” You repeat. It doesn't seem like it's getting in his head.  You put your hands around his neck. “You do so much for the people around you, you put others' needs before your own. People who are mean don't do that.” You know Steve has some guilt about his past, but that's what it is. The past. It’s your job to help him move on. 

He grabs onto your wrists. This can look like a silly situation, you're both in face masks and nail polish is somehow on both yours and his nails and yet this is such a heartfelt moment. 

“Thank you.” Steve says kissing the inside of your wrist. 

You lean to give him a kiss but your face masks get in the way. Suddenly the sleepiness hits you both and a fit of giggles erupts between the two of you. 

“Okay I think we can take them off.” You say pulling it off before turning back to him. “Do I look brighter?” You know you don’t look any different but still Steve indulges you.

“The brightest. Do I look moisturized?” He follows on.

“Wow you look like a whole new person!” You say back.

“Okay sleepy head let's go to bed.” Steve says as he turns off the bathroom light and walks you back to your room. 

Once you get in bed you gasp as you look around you. Steve notices and looks at you with wide eyes.

“What? What's wrong?” He asks, the question comes out quickly.

Suddenly your face turns into puppy dog eyes and Steve is immediately confused. “Stevie?” You ask crawling towards him. 

“Yeah?” He replies now only thinking about how pretty you look crawling towards him. Men can be so simple. 

“Do you think you could go downstairs and get my water bottle and fill it up?” Your big eyes and pout are now on full display. 

Steve smiles as a sigh comes out. Of course how could he not when you look at him like that? He’s starting to realize how wrapped around your finger he really is. 

“Yeah I can get it for you.” He says giving your pout a quick kiss. 

“Okay thank you.” you say simply going back under the covers as you wait for him. 

When he comes back you already have the tv on and you're braiding your hair. 

“Here baby.” Steve says give you the bottle. It's ice cold and you can hear the ice cubes in it. He truly is the kindest soul on the planet. 

“You're the best ever.” You immediately take a sip and let out a content sigh. 

Steve finally gets in bed with you and for some reason it feels like he hasn't touched you in hours. His body is right next to yours, he probably couldn't get any closer if he tried. 

You snuggle up to him and lay your head on his shoulder. The only source of light is the tv and the warmth of Steve sends you in a sleepy state. 

“I'm glad you're spending the night.” You say, it comes out mumbled as your face is squished against him but Steve understands you anyways. 

“I'm glad I am too. I wish we could do this every night.” Steve in his tired state was saying anything he was thinking. Steve an hour or two ago would probably have kept that to himself in fear of it being too forward. Lucky for Steve you agree.

“I know, I do too.” You look up at him and give his jaw a kiss.

“G’night baby.” Steve says with his eyes closed.

“Good night Stevie.” Your voice is quiet and within minutes your breath is slow. Sleep taking over the both of you. And in the morning Steve tells you he's never slept so well.

[mylonelylife135]

Something Important for 'My Pathetic Family' guys!

*Chapter 2 will be out by the late morning!*

*YOU WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE DECISIONS BASED ON POLLS SOON ONCE YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE IMPACTFUL DECISIONS IN THE STORY!* (This will be by chapter 3!)

*The story will be a darker centered story than most fics, so it will be steered in a certain direction. However, your decisions and what you decide to do or learn will decide whether you succeed in your goals or not!*

*You can either choose to do dumb shit, some heinous ass shit or maybe do something nice for a character if you don't secretly hate them! You'll probably get an option to do something funny occasionally if you're feeling petty with a character.*

*That or you can try to learn new things as you get older. This will be mainly for when you are younger cause kids are curious and so are you!*

*You're going to have to be a bit older to actually try and do heinous ass shit. No offense, but you ain't committing crimes at 6 years old guys💀*

*RELATIONSHIP STATUS* (This will start next chapter!)

An integral part of the story, they will start to be shown every chapter and when a new character is introduced in the family and maybe some other characters if you get to meet them.

PLOT TWIST!

I'm showing how much YOU like The Batfam, what you think of them and if you love them, hate them, if you think they're mean or scary or anything like that. YOUR FEELINGS MATTER TOO IN THIS STORY GUYS! If they didn't this would be a very boring fic 😭

You want to know how the others feel about you? Tooo badddd. (It also might be too many numbers to remember and will get overwhelming to remember, especially if it's changing every chapter. Sorry guys but we both gotta keep our sanity.)

So, numbers! We all love Numbers!

0-15/100: you barely know the person. You probably aren't comfortable around them and you wouldn't be able to pick them out from a crowd.

20-30/100: you're aware of them, you don't think of them as a friend or anything, barely an acquaintance, let alone family.

40-50/100: You know the person, what they like and dislike; you might even like them a little or respect them. They're an acquaintance at best.

50-55/100: They're almost a friend, you both know each other, maybe you both have something you enjoy in common and talk often. There's a good chance you'll hang out now that you know eachother better if given the chance.

55-60/100: Congrats, you're friends! A normal, healthy relationship!

60-80/100: Getting closer, I see? You're starting to care about this character a lot and like being around them. You might even share your vulnerabilities with them if you ever open up.

80-90/100: You love them very deeply and would be saddened if they died or got hurt, you might also cling to them and only really be around this person instead of others you don't know as well.

100/100: I don't think you wanna get here, you might become a bit too obsessed with the person.

If you get to 100%, the story could potentially end. You're the yandere at this point, my guy. You're the problem. A second chance can be given.

*Unless you are still young, you can't do shit to the characters then unless you're like Damian.*

*Spoiler: You ain't built THAT kind of different. Damian is Damian and you are you.*

Now, I know what you're thinking. You're all so funny and attractive, but wait! What if it's the other way around and the numbers go in the negatives?

The answer is: Not good my friends! Not good for you or the character!

It's very important that you have a good relationship with characters.

However, if the characters are mean, insulting, or they even attempt to sabotage or hurt you?

You'll grow to dislike this person. You might even grow to hate them or worse, want to hurt them.

-5/100: You don't really know them but don't like them because of an interaction, wondering why they weren't nice or maybe insulted you. An apology would bring this back to zero.

-10 or -15/100: You're starting to wonder if you did anything wrong, if you weren't mean to them you'll become slightly annoyed and might not want to be in their presence shortly after a bad interaction. This can be fixed if the character apologizes or is a bit nicer.

-20/100: You're starting to become frustrated with this person after repeated bad interactions with them, at this point if the character also has bad interactions with a character you are friends with it will go down further. An apology alone won't fix this.

-30/100: You now start to dread seeing this person or interacting with them, expecting the worst after insults or even more bad interactions. You remember what they've done and you won't forget it either.

-40/100: You start avoiding this person and will now start to hate them. You've learned by now that they won't stop being mean, insulting you or throwing jabs at you.

-50/100: Alright so this is where it's gonna start getting bad. A character can get this low with you if they attack you. (I think you know who would do this. It's literally a trope at this point in every fic I've seen with the neglectful batfam.) You will start to hate them even more and will start insulting them under your breath or start wishing ill on them, their actions towards you will lower even more at a faster rate.

Unless the character has a brain tumor that's making them act irrationally, it's only going to get harder for a character to get out of this percentage without a very good justification or unless they are actively trying to make things right.

-60/100: You start planning on how to get the characters to mess up on missions and start sabotaging them, potentially getting them hurt or in dangerous situations.

-70/100: You are actively sabotaging the characters equipment, missions and information in the hopes of getting them hurt.

It's very easy at this stage to go lower to the -80s immediately, 70s is entirely skippable simply due to how much you hate them.

-80/100: You are actively planning on how to hurt the character or worse. It would take a miracle for you to get out of this state into a less dangerous one. At this point, one more major bad action or a major bad interaction can make you go to 90% instantly.

-90/100: You act out the plan on how to hurt the character and attempt to do so. Whether you succeed on hurting them depends in your skills.

-100/100: You've gotten to the point that you hate this character so much that you snap and take matters into your own hands.

If this happens, the story can potentially end right here as there is no going back from what you did to the character. Or a second chance can be given.

You might also be wondering: can we stop this from happening?

Kind of. You can avoid characters so the meters don't go too high or too low. However, if the meter is in the high negatives at this point it will be up to the character to try and change the relationship for the better because at this point you will most likely not be interested in being kind towards a character you wish ill will on.

TLDR: You can make dumb decisions, heinous ass decisions, funny decisions, learn new stuff. 1 to 100 is good, -1 to -100 is not good. The character or you can be fucked if it goes to 100% or -100% unless you're too young to do anything. You can kind of stop it. Good luck guys. You can also become a yandere cause why not everyone else can why not you?

[bangchansdirty-slut]

hi, can i request giselle x g!p reader?

Sleepover

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Paring: Top!Giselle x Bttm!Virgin!Girl!P!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: During a sleepover with Giselle, you and she started playing truth or dare, and things took a turn.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I just returned from a three-day overnight extracurricular activity that I had been preparing for over the past few weeks, I also got sick after it. Due to this, I was unable to post. Also, I am accepting requests.

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You and Aeri, from the kpop group Aespa, have been best friends since you were young. Tonight, you're at her place having a sleepover, just like the old days. You're sitting on the couch, playing truth or dare, when it's Aeri's turn to choose. She looks at you with a mischievous grin and says, "Truth or dare?" You reply with a nervous laugh, "Truth." Aeri tilts her head, considering her options, before asking, "When was the last time you had sex with someone?"

Your heart starts racing as you think about how to answer. You're a virgin, and you don't want Aeri to know that. You stutter for a moment before finally saying, "Um…well, I've never…done that before." There's a moment of silence as Aeri processes your response, her expression slowly changing from amusement to surprise.

"Really? You've never had sex with someone before?" she asks, sounding genuinely shocked. You nod, feeling your cheeks flush even more. "But…you're so pretty and sexy, and you have such a nice body. I thought…" She trails off, looking confused.

You feel a mixture of embarrassment and relief wash over you. You were worried that Aeri would be disappointed in you, but it seems like she's just surprised. "Well, I've never really been interested in guys or anything," you say, explaining your lack of experience. "I mean, I like girls. But…I've never had the chance to…"

Aeri looks at you intently, her gaze unwavering. "Hmm…that's kind of hot," she says with a grin. "I never thought of it that way before. You know, Y/n, you're my best friend, and I care about you a lot. I just want what's best for you. If you're not ready for a guy, then maybe…you should try it with a girl?"

Her words take you by surprise, and a blush creeps up your neck. You've always been curious about girls, but never had the courage to act on those feelings. Aeri's comment makes you feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "I-I don't know…," you stammer. "What if it's weird between us afterward?"

Aeri gives you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "We'd still be best friends, wouldn't we?" she asks with a grin. "And hey, if it feels good, why not try it? I mean, it's not like we're strangers. We know each other better than anyone. And if it doesn't work out, we can always go back to being just friends."

Her words make sense to you, and the thought of exploring your feelings for her is becoming more and more appealing. You look into her eyes, seeing the genuine concern and care she has for you. "Okay," you say, taking a deep breath.

Aeri grins and leans in closer, her chest brushing against your own as she whispers in your ear, "Are you sure you're ready for this, Y/n? You know, I can be pretty overwhelming sometimes." She lets her hand slip down between your legs, teasing your already hard girl cock.

You shiver and arch your back into her touch. "I-I am," you manage to say, your voice shaky with desire. "I want this. With you."

Aeri gets off the couch, kneeling in front of you once more, and strips her clothes off before stripping off your clothes. Your hard girl cock springs free, already half-hard at the thought of being with her. She looks at you intently, her eyes boring into yours, and smirks. "Y/nnie, why are you looking away? Isn't this what you fantasize about when you're alone? Isn't that right, to jerk yourself off to? Me, my pretty tits, and my tight, aching pussy?" Her words send a shiver down your spine, and she leans forward, pressing her breasts against your cock.

With a playful growl, Aeri starts tit fucking you, moving her chest up and down, sliding your girl cock between her soft mounds. It feels incredible, and you can feel your cock hardening with each thrust. She looks up at you, her eyes dark and intense, and opens her mouth to speak again. "Fuck… Isn't this what you want?" she asks, her voice rough with desire. "To feel me like this?"

Your hips begin to move on their own, meeting her thrusts, and you let out a moan as pleasure washes over you. "Aeri…" you manage to say between gasps for air.

She looks up at you, her eyes dark and intense, and smirks. "You like that?" She asks, then leans forward, taking your girl cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, and you arch your back off the couch, crying out as you feel her expertise.

Aeri sucks on your girl cock, her mouth hot and wet, and your hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting her thrusts. She lets out a moan around you, and your orgasm builds, coiling in your stomach as she expertly brings you to the brink. Her breasts are soft and warm against your cock, and as you feel your climax approaching, she removes her mouth and she squeezes her titd together, milking you until your release is imminent. Your cum spurts out over her tits, coating her pink nipples and trailing down her cleavage. She moans, arching her back as your seed spills across her chest, and when she finally catches her breath, she looks up at you with a satisfied smile.

"Was that what you needed?" she asks breathlessly as she straddles your lap. You nod, your own breath coming in ragged gasps as you try to catch your breath. She leans forward, pressing her wet, cum-covered breasts against your face. "Then clean them off," she commands, arching her back.

You take her nipple into your mouth, savoring the taste of her skin and your saltyish cum. Her nipples are hard and erect beneath your tongue, and you suck on it hungrily, relishing the feel of her flesh against your lips. You move to her other breast, licking a trail of cum from her areola to her nipple, then taking it between your teeth and gently biting down.

She gasps, arching her back, and her hips move faster, slamming down onto your cock. Her wetness surrounds you, and you feel the heat of her body, her skin pressed against yours. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and you find yourself losing control, your hips bucking wildly as you try to match her pace.

"Yes, like that!" she cries out, her nails digging into your shoulders. "You feel so good!"

Her movements grow more frenzied, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she leans forward, burying her face in your neck. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around your earlobe as her hips piston up and down, taking you deeper inside her with each thrust. You can feel the tightness of her muscles, the way she's holding back her orgasm, waiting for you to give her permission.

"Cum with me," she whispers hoarsely. "Lets do it together." Her words send a thrill through you, and as her hips continue to move, you feel your orgasm building again. The sensation of her body moving against yours, the heat of her skin, the wetness of her pussy - it's all too much. Your hips buck violently, thrusting up into her, as you feel your release building, growing, ready to spill over the edge.

She looks down at you with a mixture of desire and love, her eyes glazed over, and as your orgasm crests, you both moan in unison. Your cum spurts free, coating her inner thighs, and she cries out, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around you as she comes as well. Her climax is intense, her body shuddering with the force of it, and you feel her walls squeezing you tightly, milking every last drop of your release.

Her orgasm subsides, leaving her gasping for breath, her chest heaving. She leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder, and you can feel the warmth of her body against yours. Her hair falls across your arm, tickling your skin. She sighs contentedly, and you wrap your arm around her, holding her close.

"You're amazing," you tell her, your voice quiet and full of awe. "I mean, I've never experienced anything like that before." You can feel the weight of your words, the sincerity behind them, and it makes her heart swell with happiness.

She looks up at you, her green eyes shining with pride and love. "I'm glad I could give that to you. It's what "friends" are for, right?" She smiles, a genuine, beautiful smile that takes years off her age.

You can't help but return the smile, feeling the warmth spread through your body. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you say, still a little flustered. "I mean, you're really something else, you know that?"

She laughs, her breath tickling your neck. "Oh, you're not so bad yourself. Now, come on, let's take a shower together maybe even a second round while we're in there." Her voice is playful, and she gives your arm a little squeeze before she lets it go.

[etrsilk]

Helloo!

Could I ask for a nsfw gym!killua? A way I could imagine it would be that they’re both already dating but there’s this one time that reader specifically asks Killua to teach her on her form and how to train properly but then it slowly turns intimate.

Thank youuu <3🙈💗

LIFTED BY DESIRE

𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 synopsis: You find the sexual relations between you and Killua boring, so to remedy this, you decide to spice up your sex life by making love in a public place.

𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 content/warnings: smut, unprotected sex, blowjobs, overstimulation, public sex, creampie, rough sex, praise

Killua is 20 here!!! This is a nsfw one shot w y/n & 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐏!𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀!

also the person who asked for this request didn't specify if they wanted a one shot or a headcanon, but i logically concluded that it was a request for a one shot. in any case, i really hope you like it ♡ and please, i don't want any arguments in the comments. Just move on if you don't like this! (*´▽`*) (please)

You've been dating Killua for a year now. Over the past year, you’ve been intimate enough times that it has started to feel boring due to the routine. It's not as exciting as it was during your first time together.

Yes, the first time is unique and special, and comparing that initial experience to those that followed is foolish.

But you still remember the sensation of that first time: his hands moving over your body as if staying still wasn't an option, his mouth passionately kissing every possible spot, those sweet and dirty words at the same time, the knot in your stomach slowly unraveling with each powerful thrust, those moans sounding like the most wonderful melody, the praises, your own cries of pleasure, and the feeling of becoming one with the man of your life, the man you have always loved.

Oh my God, you would do anything to relive those sensations. You definitely need to spice up your sex life.

You’ve been thinking for a few days now about things that could help you break out of this routine, something new and exciting.

“Hey, Killua!”

A high-pitched male voice broke the silence and interrupted your thoughts.

“Yes, Gon?”

“Pamu is forcing me to go on a date with her tonight, so you’ll have to go to the gym by yourself this time.”

“Alright, I see. It’s not a problem, but be careful with that crazy girl-”

“No, you won’t go alone! I want to come with you!”

The two young adults looked at you in astonishment. Given all the times they both tried to drag you to their probably very boring gym sessions, you can understand their surprise at your sudden motivation. However, it seemed to delight Killua, who was the one most insistent on having you accompany him. Even though, after you declined their offers so many times, he had stopped asking.

But today, you have the best motivation: having sex in public. That’s the perfect way to spice up your sex life!

“Great! We’ll go in three hours, late enough that the fewest people possible will see you embarrass yourself trying to lift weights that are too heavy for you…”

You arrive in front of the gym. On the way, he asked you many questions about your sudden motivation. But of course, you made sure not to reveal anything.

Once inside the gym, he takes your hand, and you run to a completely empty room. There’s nothing but a few workout machines and some dim lighting that creates a subdued atmosphere.

He starts explaining your workout plan, even teasingly saying, “I’m going to do everything to exhaust you”… My God, he has no idea how much.

“Alright, tell me why you wanted to accompany me today? I’m curious.”

“Nothing, I just want to get in shape. Also, I’d like to learn how to fight. Can you help me?”

“Of course. I’ll focus on you today. Now, stay right where you are.”

He comes up behind you and positions your body a certain way for an exercise (who cares about the name). You are now bent over with your knees slightly bent. Feeling Killua’s hands on you, even in a (for now) non-sexual context, gets you so excited and wet that you start blushing and smiling foolishly while rubbing your legs together a bit for relief. Suddenly, you feel a pair of eyes on you and look in Killua’s direction, seeing him as red as a tomato. He averts his gaze and places one hand on your back and the other almost on your butt to make you bend over more. “Damn, I’m almost certain he figured it out.”

It’s tough being with someone so smart.

He moves his hands a bit, and finally places them on your waist, turning you towards him and softly kissing your cheek. This gesture triggers something in you, and you don’t hesitate to take matters into your own hands by pushing him against the wall and starting to kiss him more sensually. After all, he has definitely understood your intentions, right? So you might as well go for it as you desire.

Killua was initially surprised, but you had already started, so why would he stop you?

“No. I’m on top,” he said.

He pressed your shoulders down to make you sit and quickly removed his pants with a sly grin, revealing his cock. Blinded by excitement, you didn’t take long before taking his enormous cock into your mouth, sucking it slowly while looking up at him almost innocently into his beautiful blue eyes. Your mouth couldn’t physically accommodate his entire length, so you had to use your hands to cover the parts your mouth couldn’t reach. He grabbed your head and pushed it down to fit more of his cock into your tight little throat. “Fuck… yeah, just like that, take it all.”

He thrust his cock harder and deeper until you started to gag, tears welling up in your eyes. Damn, it was so exhilarating, and the fact that someone could catch you at any moment made you even wetter. You sucked him for a few more minutes before his penis trembled and something semi-liquid exploded inside your mouth.

He lays you down, spreads your thighs, and teases you with his cock, rubbing it everywhere—your clit, your vagina, your thighs…

Then, he slowly enters you, feeling your vagina tighten and pulse around his cock. “You’re so tight.”

He starts moving slowly, sending shivers down your spine, trying to keep his cool and not fuck you as hard as he wants to. Considering his size, even though your vagina is used to it, he doesn’t want to go too fast and risk hurting you. He wants you to take your time to adjust.

Little by little, as the sound of his balls slapping gets louder, he picks up the pace until your moans and pleas fill the room. His cock pumps harder and harder inside you, and the sensation of your vagina sucking his cock is the best feeling you’ve ever known.

You can’t breathe, talk, or do anything but scream his name, barely able to think straight. You look down, and the sight of his cock makes you even wetter than you thought possible. You almost cry out from the sheer pleasure of his enormous cock.

“Oh my God, you’re so tight…” “Good girl. Take it all… argh.”

Suddenly, you feel his finger alternating between rubbing and making small circles on your clit, gently at first, but with each thrust, Killua focuses more intensely on it. “Arghh, I’m going to cum, fuck me harder, my love, fuck me harder!!!” Your legs begin to tremble as you feel him moving even faster inside you, indicating he’s close too.

It’s been a long twenty minutes of him pounding into you, keeping you helpless beneath him. You feel his cock hitting the depths of your vagina, almost seeing a bulge in your lower abdomen. You feel your walls convulsing, your orgasm building up—it’s too much for you. “Oh fuck, y/n, it feels so good… I’m going to cum—” You feel one final, harder thrust, his cock twitching inside you, and you start to feel his white-hot cum filling you up.

“What? Is that why you wanted to go to the gym? To have sex in a public place?”

“Wait, you didn’t understand? You saw me blushing and smiling, and then you fucked me…”

“You started it, I just followed your lead…”

᱖ English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!!

Do not repost, use my works outside of Tumblr, copy, translate or plagiarize please !

[appocalipse]

summary: you were way too drunk last night and said some funny things...so, of course, steve had no other option but take you to his place to take care of you. :)

read part 1 here

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Your head hurts.

Everything feels a little weird, in fact, but especially your head, spinning and throbbing and, when you try to pry your eyes open, the sudden harsh light streaming into the room feels like it's physically boring straight through your brain.

"Fuck," you whimper pitifully, eyes squeezing shut once more. Your ears are ringing, there's a coppery film lining the inside of your mouth and, for a terrible second, your stomach churns dangerously. "Fuck."

Someone hums somewhere near your right ear. A low, gravelly, vaguely amused sort of hum. There is absolutely nothing and no one alive on this green earth that would hum in that particular fashion except your best friend.

You peel your eyelids apart with great difficulty. When you tilt your head to the right, you see Steve sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing down at you with a soft look on his face.

Naturally, you proceed to freak the fuck out.

"Jesus Christ," you cry, scrambling backwards until you feel the back of your head slam against the headboard with a resounding thud. The dull throb in the back of your skull intensifies, and you have to fight back the urge to throw up. "Ow! Shit, I—What—what happened? Why are you in my—"

Hold on a second...this is not your room.

You cast an anxious, furtive glance around the unfamiliar setting of Steve Harrington's guest room. Panic floods your veins and has your heart hammering in your chest when you notice that you're clad in only one of his shirts and sweatpants that definitely don't belong to you.

Oh, Dear Lord.

Did something happen last night that you can't remember? Did something — oh, God, no.

Steve raises his eyebrows at you as though he can read your mind. "Relax. Nothing happened, relax, come back down," he coos gently, placing a placating hand on your arm. "And I...I didn't see anything, if that's what you're worried about. Nancy and Robin, uh...they helped you shower and get changed last night. Not me."

You cover your face with both hands, letting out a muffled groan as your memories come trickling back in. You don't remember every little detail from the previous night, but what you do remember is already more than enough to fill you with mortification and regret.

"...you said some pretty interesting things while you were drunk, though."

"Shut up," you mumble, peeking up at him through splayed fingers, "go away."

"Really, though," Steve continues, the teasing glint in his eyes a sure sign that he is very much enjoying your suffering, "who knew you found me so attractive?"

"Oh, Jesus," you mutter, groaning as you slide down to hide underneath the comforter, "where are my clothes? I want to leave now."

Steve snickers but makes no move to get up from his perch on the bed. You can hear the rustling of fabric, like he's adjusting his position as he waits for you to come out from under the blanket. "Clothes are in the wash, sorry," he says, sounding very much not sorry at all. "You, um, thought it was a good idea to lie down on the grass last night."

"Kill me now."

"Nope," he chirps, quite cheerfully so, "can't do that, because then who would watch Back to the Future with me tonight?"

You part the comforter just enough to peer up at him from beneath the thick layer of blanket.

"'Back to the Future'?" you echo, trying to ignore the fact that you feel a little lightheaded when Steve smiles down at you.

He looks nice. He always does, but even more so now for some reason — you're guessing it has something to do with the fact that you just woke up and haven't had the time to mentally prepare yourself for seeing him up close yet.

"Mmhmm. You up for it?"

"I'm pretty sure that my head is literally going to explode any time now." 

It's really not that bad anymore, but Steve doesn't need to know that, does he?

He nods seriously in agreement. "Right, because you drank way more than you should've last night. Might have mentioned something about rules and...mhmm, what was it? Oh, yes, dying if I didn't let you touch my hair…?"

"No, I didn't."

"You really did," he tells you, leaning back on the heels of his palms, "but don't worry, it was cute."

"I am very much worried," you say miserably.

Steve lets out a quiet sigh and leans forward again, hands reaching out to tug the blanket down far enough to uncover your face completely. "Come on," he says, "do you need anything? Aspirin, maybe? Food? Water?"

You consider his offer, taking the time to mull it over while you avoid his gaze. 

"Why did you bring me home with you?" you ask, curious despite yourself. "Why didn't you just take me home?"

"You, uh...really didn't want me to. Pretty much refused to let go of me all night."

"Steve."

"No, really!" he insists, holding both hands up in surrender. "It was like trying to pry a koala off a tree. You even asked—"

You let out a helpless moan of protest and turn away from him as much as you can, hiding your face in the pillow. Steve laughs, clearly delighted by the fact that he's managed to thoroughly embarrass you in less than ten minutes.

"You asked me if I—"

"I don't wanna know!"

"—would sleep in your bed with you."

"Nope," you whisper, your voice coming out a little garbled due to the way you've pressed your face into the pillows, "don't wanna hear it. Shut up, Steve, oh my God. Please."

"It was very adorable."

"I was drunk."

"Still. Cute."

You prop your head up on your elbow so that you can see him a little better, keeping the blanket held tightly around your shoulders as you do. "Sorry I called you. I don't even remember doing it, Tina just told me to and…sorry."

Steve looks down at his lap, shifting a little uncomfortably on the bed.

"I don't mind," he says, lifting his gaze up to meet yours briefly. "You said you missed me. At the party."

A dry, humorless chuckle leaves you and you cringe when the sudden motion sends a sharp pain lancing through your forehead. "Ow. Of course you would remember that," you say, cheeks heating up.

"Do you...remember everything?"

You blink, momentarily confused by the sudden change in conversation. "Everything?" you ask, more to buy yourself some time than anything else.

"You, um..." Steve trails off, clearly unsure of how to broach the topic with you, "you said I made you feel…stuff inside. That you felt stuff. Or something like that. Do you...remember saying that?"

You can practically feel all the color draining out of your face, leaving behind a blank canvas that hides none of your inner panic. 

"Uh...no, no, I don't. Do you have a...I need to, um, use your bathroom, like, right now, if you don't mind."

Steve blinks. "Oh, okay. Sure. I bought you a toothbrush earlier, by the way. It's in the medicine cabinet if...if you want."

"Yep," you say, climbing out from under the blanket with as much dignity as you can muster (which is very little), "yep, okay, thanks. I'm...gonna go do that. Now. Okay, bye."

You spend a good five minutes inside the bathroom splashing water in your face while silently wishing for death to come claim you sooner rather than later. Then, you brush your teeth with the toothbrush Steve left out for you — which is totally not cute, it's not cute, why did he do that, ugh, damn him — before venturing out into the hall.

"Steve?"

"Kitchen," he calls out from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs, "you want pancakes?"

You hesitate.

The idea of staying to have breakfast alone with Steve Harrington seems oddly intimate after last night, a dangerous prospect that will undoubtedly lead to awkward small talk and more teasing. However, he did go out of his way to buy you a toothbrush this morning...

You swallow down the nervousness you feel and pad barefoot down the staircase into the foyer, following the sounds of clinking utensils and soft humming to the kitchen.

Steve looks up from his place at the stove when you appear in the doorway.

"Hey," he greets, giving you a quick once over. "How's your head?"

"Feels like there's a little person in there hitting it repeatedly with a little hammer," you admit, grimacing a little as you come further into the room and sit down at the island. "Thanks, by the way. For helping me out last night. And today. I really am sorry for...um, you know, that."

"'That'?"

You purse your lips and Steve grins.

"Yes, that," you mutter, swiveling your seat from left to right while you watch him attempt to read a recipe on the back of a box of pancake mix. "Drunk me is like, twice as embarrassing as sober me."

"Embarrassing isn't the word I'd use."

"Please," you scoff, "I was pathetic. I could barely walk by myself."

Steve glances back at you. "I didn't think you were pathetic."

You raise an eyebrow at him skeptically.

"Okay, maybe a little pathetic," he concedes with a little snort, "but mostly just…sweet."

"Sweet?"

"Yeah, sweet. Don't know if anyone's ever told you that before."

"Sweet," you say again, the headache suddenly no more than an afterthought. "That's how you'd describe me?"

Steve, apparently having given up on making sense out of the instructions on the back of the box, turns around to lean against the counter behind him and studies you with his arms folded loosely over his chest.

"Yes," he says, tilting his head to the side a little. "Not the word you expected me to say?"

There's something about the way he's looking at you. It's warm and piercing all at once, like he can see right through you. It makes it hard for you to breathe all of a sudden, hard for you to do anything but gape at him like a goldfish that's been pulled out of water.

"Uh, I'm...confused."

"Me too," he admits with a little huff of laughter. "I was thinking about what you said."

"About your hair?"

"No, well, yeah, but—" Steve pauses, dragging a hand down his face with a weary sigh. "Look, what you said to me yesterday, about the things I make you feel, I—"

"I said I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize," Steve interrupts, shooting you an unamused look, "I'm trying to say something here, come on, give me a sec."

"Right. Sorry. Go on."

"You're not supposed to apologize for apologizing."

"I'm s—okay, right. Mouth shut."

Steve purses his lips to stifle his amusement at your antics. You fold your arms in front of your chest and keep your gaze fixed firmly on the marble countertop as you wait for him to continue.

"I, uh," he says, pushing himself away from the counter so that he can wander over to the other side of the kitchen, where you sit, "I feel things too, you know. With you."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Steve chuckles, scrubbing a hand across the back of his neck as he stops beside you, "'Oh'. Weird, right?"

You'd like to, but can't think of anything clever to say that would serve as a suitable response. You don't think Steve's looking for one, anyway, because he reaches out to tap his fingers lightly on the back of your hand, taking a seat on the stool next to yours.

"S'weird, 'cause I don't know if you meant what you said when you were drunk, or if it was just the alcohol talking, or what."

You shake your head quickly, and then wince because of the way the headache thuds behind your right eye.

"Robin says I'm an idiot and should stop being such a chicken," he continues, with a slight roll of his eyes. "And Eddie says if I don't 'shut up and tell you how I feel soon', he'll do it for me."

You nod, smiling despite your hangover. "Eddie's, uh, got a point, no?"

"Maybe," Steve allows, rubbing absently at the side of his neck.

He lets his hands slide down to the legs of your stool, fingers curling around the metal of each side. You don't quite understand what he's doing until he gives them a light tug, jerking you closer to him without warning.

You let out a little shriek of surprise as you reach up to clutch onto the first solid thing your hands find — his forearms. 

"Ah! What—Steve!"

He's got an amused smile on his face, but his eyes are bright and nervous all at once. Steve pushes your stool even closer to him, until your knees knock against his own and he's forced to lean down to keep his eyes on you.

You hold his gaze steadily as he edges closer. "What are you doing?" you murmur, watching his eyes flit downward to track the movement of your tongue as it peeks out to wet your dry lips.

"Not sure yet," Steve hesitates when your lips are a hairsbreadth apart. He watches, half-dazed, half-entranced by the way you stare back at him, unblinking. "But I've got a theory."

"A theory?"

He lowers his head toward yours. You press your hands flat against the hard plane of his chest to steady yourself, fingers splaying over the soft material of his t-shirt as you curl them around the fabric. Steve exhales, and you can feel his breath on your skin, a soft tickle that raises the goosebumps all over your skin.

"Wanna hear it?"

You nod slowly, aware of the way his eyes darken as they trace your face. He's so close that you can make out the fine dusting of freckles and moles that litter his skin, the long fan of his lashes as they flutter to a close. If you moved even slightly, your lips would brush against his.

"What's your…your theory?" you whisper.

You can feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest as he releases his hold on your stool, lifts both hands up to cradle your face instead. He slides the tips of his fingers along the side of your neck, lets his thumb trace your jaw.

"I think," Steve says, and you can tell he's struggling to string two coherent words together when you feel his thumb quiver against your cheekbone. "I think that, uh, you're—Christ, I—"

His nose brushes against yours and you tilt your chin up instinctively, chasing the brief contact. You smirk. "Christ, you...?"

"Shut up," Steve huffs out a breathless laugh. "I'm getting to it."

"Are you?" you tease, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, your turn to pull him towards you gently.

Steve goes easily, moving his hand from your face to brace the back of your neck. "I think," he starts, eyes crinkling at the corners, "that I might be in love with you."

It's such an unforeseen, unexpected confession that your heart almost gives out in your chest. 

You gape up at him, at his crooked grin, at his rosy cheeks. "You think?"

He blinks and then squints down at you like he can't decide whether he wants to be annoyed at your antics or kiss you. You hope for the latter, but he says, "What're you, a parrot?"

Shrugging, you're unable to keep your lips from quirking into a grin of your own. "Rude."

Steve's head falls forward and he rests his forehead against yours. You can feel his pulse thundering wildly against the hand you've pressed flat against his chest, and it makes you feel a little better about your own pounding heart.

"M'sorry."

You smooth a hand over his shirt and hook a finger under the neckline. "Forgiven," you tell him.

"Good," Steve says, nudging his nose against yours playfully.

You want to say something else, maybe tease him about his hair or something equally as inconsequential, but he doesn't let you. Instead, he leans down and closes the distance between you with a slow, tentative press of his lips to yours.

Now, Steve's mouth is soft and warm, and he kisses you like he's got all the time in the world. You shiver when he drags his fingers up the back of your neck, tangling them in your hair so that he can pull you closer yet.

You only pull back when the need to breathe becomes too urgent, giggling at the little noise of protest he lets out as you do. But Steve is nothing if not persistent, and he pulls you back in almost immediately, the movement so abrupt that you nearly topple backwards off the stool.

"Steve—I..." you manage to say, between your giggles and the heated press of his lips against yours. "I still...need to breathe, mister."

He huffs out a little laugh against the side of your neck, nips at the sensitive skin in retaliation. You squeal in delight and jab him playfully in the stomach, laughing as he recoils in mock agony.

"Stop laughing," Steve complains, the warmth of his own laughter tickling the underside of your chin when he nuzzles his nose into your neck once more, "come on, you're ruining the moment."

"Wait," you breathe, right before his lips meet yours again, "so...no pancakes, then?"

He drops his forehead against your shoulder and shakes with quiet laughter."You," Steve mumbles into the side of your neck, "are something else, you know that?"

You grin. "Apparently, you like that. Love that...no?"

You can feel him smile, the stretch of his lips curving against the skin of your shoulder.

"Apparently...yeah, I do. I do."

[wlwsoccerfics]

Home Alone(KatieMcCabeXCaitlinFoordXTeenReader)

Summary: you try to convince your moms that you should stay home alone while they are at national camp.

"please Mom! Momma! I am 16 i can stay home alone while the two of you go to Camp!" You told them.

"y/n, you have a broken Leg! You are underage! There is no way you are staying Home Alone!" Your mom(Caitlin) said.

"i agree with your Mom! You can't even stand on your own right now! So image you slipped and fell! That's just a big no!" Your momma(Katie)answered. "Besides you are only 16 years old!" She added.

"what am i supposed to do at Camp though? Just watch you Play?" You asked and sigh softly. Usually you Play for the Matildas just like your Mom but thanks to that broken Leg you didn't Play for Arsenal or the Matildas right now. All you did was have Physio and be bored out of your mind.

"you can do your Physio at camp, besides you are still part of the Team even If you can't play at the Moment. You can always observe!" Your Mom told you. You shook your head no.

"that sounds terrible, Mom. Football is my Life and just watching everyone else have fun while not joining the fun sounds like a punishment!" You stated.

"we don't really have lots of Options! I mean your grandparents live too far away. Because you need excess to a physio team!" Your momma said.

"Beth offered that i can stay with them!" You let your moms know. Beth couldn't go to Camp cause she was having a minor Injury.

"i know, just not sure how we feel about you living in a House with your girlfriend, y/n!" Your Mom explained. You figured that was why they weren't sure about this, cause Beth's and Viv's daughter Merle was also gonna be there. Cause she had a broken Hand and couldn't Go to Camp with Viv either.

"not like either one of us could get pregnant! Besides i am not that mobile right now anyways!" You said and sighed softly.

"the pregnancy thing isn't the point there! Altough i am glad that this Is the case! Cause i am not ready to become a grandma!" Your momma answered. Which was valid honestly. Perks of being a lesbian. You can't knock your girlfriend up and she can't knock you up. Amazing!

"you two are only 16 years old and that part of a relationship is something that can make everything so much more complicated!" Your Mom told you. You looked at her in Horror.

"Mom! Please you gave me the sex talk two years ago! I don't need to go through this again!" You almost begged her to stop.

"your Mom is not wrong though! You need to keep this in mind at all Times!" Your momma stated.

"okay, noted! Can we now go back to me staying home and not going to Camp with either of you?" You asked and sighed softly.

Your moms wanted to talk about you staying with Beth. Just the two before they called Beth to ask her If the offer was still in the table! Which she said they were and she would make sure you are in the guest room and don't Sneak around with Merle.

"y/n?" Your momma asked as she and your mom walked into your bedroom, the door was Open so they didn't knock.

"yes momma?" You said and looked up from your book, to look at her.

"We talked to Beth and she is still in board with you staying over!" Your momma answered.

"but there will be rules! No sneaking around with Merle!" Your Mom explained. You nodded your head softly.

"thank you momma! Thank you Mom! Sounds fair!" You replied, smiling softly.

Your momma helped you pack up a bag for the two weeks while your Mom got your pain meds for the two weeks ready. They then dropped you off at Beth's place and thanked her again for offering to watch you.

"okay Girls! Time for two weeks of fun! Well within reason! Cause we have limited Options! Given one of you had a broken Hand and one of you had a broken leg!"Beth stated.

"yeah unfortunately that's true! but If we both were fine we would be at national camp. I miss football. But at least i get to spend time with my girlfriend!" You answered. Your girlfriend kissed your cheek.

"that's the good thing about this! Cause i do miss football as well!" Merle let you know.

"well we will make the best out of it! How about we start with a Pizza Party?" Beth suggested.

So that's what you did. You had pizza, garlic bread & watched some funny movies. The next two weeks were sure gonna be fun.

[elliespassagerprincess]

super confident!ellie x really bold and forward reader at a party and they’re both just bored and the more ellie talks to reader the more shes stumbling over her words by how quickly she responds to ellie’s lines and ellie knows she’s fucked bc she cant stop thinking about the girl that she fucked at the party yayyyyy

Rose - (ellie williams x reader)

hi anon! i had so many ideas for this, i might make a part 2 because yes or ill make a different version ughhhh...i hope you enjoy it<3

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: sexual themes

Summary: in which she cant forget you

authors note: i submitted my application, lets see if i get accepted because i will lose my mind if i don't

masterlist

The smell of weed was the first thing that reached Ellie's nose when she walked into the house.

Mid term exams has had her stressed and she's barley been out. Whoever said college would be easy, lied because she's never been this stressed.

She needed to blow off some steam and what better way is there than to get blackout out drunk and to fuck a random girl she'll never talk to again.

It was too early in the night to make a move. She need to wait for the straight girls to get drunk, and for the overly emotional girls to come her way.

She sat on a couch scanning the room. So many victims, so many options.

Who will be the lucky girl tonight?

"You know its gross to eye fuck innocent people?" she heard a voice talk next to her.

A small frown appeared on Ellie's face when she turned to you.

Holy shit, who are you?

Her eyes scanned your body.... fuck

Maybe you'd be the lucky one

You noticed her staring and you rolled your eyes before saying: "Take your pervert eyes off me"

Oh you were feisty.

Ellie never had a problem with women. Most of them threw themselves at her, all she needed to do was say a few words and give them a small smile and they'd be moaning her name minutes later.

She was confident that she'll get you too. She just needed to pull out all the stops when it came to you.

Ellie chuckled at your comment "I'm not a pervert, I'm just checking to make sure you don't have a weapon on you?" she joked.

"What weapon? My strap on?" You snorted.

oh.

Ellie wasn't expecting that.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" you teased at her sudden silence.

Ellie shook her head quickly gaining her composure.

"Has anyone ever told you that you were pretty?" She quickly tried changing the subject.

You hummed "quite a few... has anyone ever told you that you suck at flirting?"

Now this made her jaw drop.

You didn't giggle like she expected, you didn't give her a shy smile.

What the fuck is happening?

"You're boring" you state, you got up and left.

You left the Ellie Williams speechless.

The longer the night went on the more her mind drifted to you. Her mission of finding someone to fuck ended as soon as you came into the picture.

She wanted you. She was on a mission to find you. But between all the people grinding up against each other she thought that would be impossible.

"Hey there loser" she heard your voice she immediately turned to you.

"h-hey" did she just fucking stutter?

"Did you find someone to fuck yet?" you asked she shook her head.

"Maybe we can..." Ellie went silent, too shy to finish her sentence.

She made two scissors with her hands and she made a scissoring motion "you k-know.... me and you"

You laugh at her. You fucking laugh at her.

"Don't be pathetic, use your words"

Ellie felt humiliated. Why were you telling her what to do? Normally she was the one giving orders. Ellie decided that its time to switch roles. She wanted to be in charge.

"Well lets go to the bathroom and ill show you what i can do"

"so you're saying im some kind of cheap fuck?"

"N-no i mean... i meant like-"

"see fucking pathetic"

Ellie was sweating, her cheeks were tinted in a dark shade of pink.

What were you doing to her?

You gently took her hand "show me where your dorm is" was all you said.

The rest was a blur to her.

Lips passionately touching each other, clothes flying off, your fingers in her. A tiny rose tattoo on your left shoulder. She's never cum so hard in her life.

After tonight she knew you fucked her over.

No one had made her this nervous, no one has ever made her finish this hard, no one had ever made her this submissive.

Who are you?

Ellie groaned when she heard her alarm go off. She rolled over to the side of the bed you were laying on, but you weren't there.

She opened her eyes to a cold empty bed.

"Fuck" she sighed.

She never got your name, she doesn't have your number, she doesn't know anything about you.

The memory of you on top of her, you moaning was all she could think about.

Fuck, how she just forget that? How could she forget you?

The only thing she remembered was the rose tattoo on your left shoulder.

"Fuck rose who are you?"

<3

[hayamie]

Word count: 1,3k

1.6.25 (mm.dd.yy)

You blinked, the gears in your brain working as you tried to process your brother's Idea.

He blinked back at you with the widest and cutest smile he could muster. His whole being vibrating from excitement from his idea that he has yet to execute.

You gulped, not wanting to break the poor angel's heart whilst not wanting him to be in danger because of his idea.

"Lucifer.." You started, taking a seat on a nearby rock. His eyes light up at the mention of his name.

Your eyes softened. He really is God's most beautiful angel. "That's really sweet of you to consider the humans. Giving them the option to choose their own paths in life, choosing for themselves.. I really think it's a great idea! But…” you bit your lower lip, watching his smile slowly fade.

Before you could explain further, he suddenly murmured out, “When did you start siding with the others...?” Your eyes widened, flying up from the rock and going closer to him.

"No, no! It's not like that! Just," you sighed “This idea of yours is going.. a bit too far."

“Too far?" Lucifer repeated, "Is.. Is that what you've been thinking of my ideas? They're going too far— too much for you?" Lucifer snapped. He couldn't believe it, you were the only one who supported his ideas, loved it even and defended him from the elders when they disagreed with his ideas. But you're siding with them now? Now out of all times?

“Look, I know it seems like it but this idea could cost you more than just a few warnings from the elders.” You spoke, taking deep breaths. God why are you getting so emotional? “It's clear as the Great Almighty Lord's blinding light that the elders don't approve much of your ideas. This… whole giving the apple of knowledge to the humans' would…“ you trailed off, the words getting stuck in your throat as you fought back tears.

“Would what?" Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows, noticing your lips quiver. What could possibly go wrong with giving the humans the free will to choose? That they don't need to constantly follow the seraphims or even the elders' orders that were planted here because it would be their own choice to listen to them or not.

God, if the humans were to know they had a choice, what are the possibilities of them creating something of their own? Endless! Then, dare he say, the garden of Eden won't be as boring as it is right now.

A hand on the shoulder was all it took for Lucifer to snap his attention back at you, “I know you're doing this out of good will, but.. this idea could be the end of you, Lucifer.”

The end of him? Him? Lucifer? Surely you jest, you're talking to the angel who god sculpted into perfection. His ideas are just as important as the elders' orders!

You saw him furrowed his eyebrows, it seems he doesn't know the danger he'll be putting to himself and to his lover if he really does plan on executing his idea.

“Lucifer," you placed your other hand on his other shoulder, his eyes now at yours once again. “Please... Please drop this idea, I.." your lip quivered as you continued, "I don't wanna lose you.” You pleaded.

His eyes softened, he watched you fight back your tears from spilling he slowly pulled you into a hug. Muttering out okay.

“Promise?" You spoke, in his shoulder as you tried to blink away the tears that threatened to fall out.

Lucifer buried his head in your shoulder, "Promise.”

—

"What's got you all gloomy, darling?” Lilith spoke, giggling at how Lucifer immediately snapped his head in her direction.

His cheeks adorned with warm yellow as he stared at Lilith lovingly. “Nothing, it's just..” he paused, not sure whether to tell Lilith about what you and him talked about earlier or not.

He sighed, feeling Lilith take a seat besides him, wrapping her arms around the little angel before planting a kiss on his forehead. “You can tell me." She muttered out. Giving him a small smile.

He returned the gesture, leaning into her touch and sighing out, again. “It's just… I'm just thinking if my idea is..” he lowered his gaze to the ground, recalling your words. "going a little too far this time.” He finished. Gazing at the apple that's hanging from the tree of knowledge.

Lilith’s gaze softened, “Who told you that?"

Lucifer muttered your name softly at her, Lilith clenched her hands in response. Why did you say that to him? He already had his plate full because of the elders, and now you? She was fuming. She never thought you'd go against his idea, not once had it crossed her mind.

Now that you've sided with the elders, he has no one else to support him other than her now. Elders be damned! She'll support him no matter how crazy his ideas are. It's the reason why she fell in love with him.

“If you'd ask me.." Lilith started. Putting her hand on top of his. "You should still do it.”

"What?” Lucifer's eyes snapped back at her.

Lilith only smiled, "If she won't support you, then I will.”

Lucifer’s breath hitched, she looked so beautiful in that moment. His lips turned into a smile, eyes looking at her full of adoration. He's so lucky to have her.

On cue, they saw Eve going towards the tree of knowledge. Lucifer felt a nudge on his side, looking at Lilith who's encouraging him to go. He smiled, giving her a peck on the lips before transforming into a snake.

Lilith watched as he slithered towards Eve. A smile adorned on her lips.

—

“Lucifer Morningstar, who committed a serious crime by going against the Lord’s word and giving the humans the apple from the tree of knowledge. Therefore you are banished from heaven.”

You stared at horror as you watched Lucifer hug his lover, trying to explain himself to the elders. But all his words fell on deaf ears as the elders raised their hands.

A portal opened from behind them. Lucifer looked at the hole wide-eyed before turning to the elders, stepping forward to explain but was met with multiple angelic spears pointed at them. Your breath hitched.

“Does anyone object to the banishment?" The elder asked, eyeing the other seraphim.

"I do!” You said aloud, your hand raised up high for everyone to see.

"Shouldn't we hear his side of the story first before deciding on anything? You don't even know his intentions were at that time! So please, let us hear what he has to say..." You pleaded, flying over to where Lucifer and Lilith are.

"His intentions revealed itself the moment he gave the apple to Eve, giving the humans the knowledge of good and bad. Seraph (Y/n), the humans have become one of us.” an elder stated. Their multiple eyes looking at you as they spoke.

“But he never had any ill intentions!" Lilith suddenly spoke from behind Lucifer - who was shielding her from the spears.

"Why are you already banishing us without even hearing our reason?!" Lilith yelled out, rage beginning to bubble inside of her.

"Lilith—" Lucifer spoke, glancing at his lover

"No! Lucifer, they're making decisions without even giving your ideas a chance to be heard! They—"

“SILENCE!"

Everyone went quiet.

“Lucifer went against the Lord's word, that's more than enough reason to banish you from heaven!”

Your eyes gazed up from Lilith and at the elders.

“But Elder—"

“(Y/n), you know better than to go against the Lord's will, being a seraph yourself after all. Or do you suggest you go along with them?" An elder snapped at you. Their spears now pointed at you.

You were taken aback, did you just got.. threatened? You were now given a choice whether to stay quiet or defend Lucifer and suffer the consequences.

...You chose the former.

Lucifer's eyes widened as he watched you start to retreat to your station. He grabbed your hand before you could get even further from him, eyes pleading for you to stay. To defend him like you always do.

Glancing at the spears directed at them before gazing back at Lucifer's pleading eyes. You whispered to him, “you promised."

With a huff, the elders - along with you - faced the two lovers once again. Raising his spear as he spoke

“I hereby BANISH you from the garden of Eden, never to set foot in heaven ever AGAIN.”

Using your wings to cover your eyes, not wanting to watch him fall to damnation. All the elders pointed their spears at them, except yours.

And with that, they fell.

Hearing the portal disappear, officially making the meeting come to a close as all the elders flew up to leave,

You stayed. Refusing to uncover your eyes as tears began to slowly slip down your cheeks.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ➥ Lucifer holding a lamb

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ AAAAA first fanfic.... Still got a longg way to go.

[jd-loves-fiction]

congrats on the milestone!!! your event looks so cute!! can i request leona first meeting?

💐catman menace ❤️ 

Second-born prince, whom you come upon, sleeping by a river and decide to recruit him to help you loot the royal palace. He agrees, solely out of spite for his brother… and hopefully to delay his arranged marriage. Which becomes even more of a problem the more time he spends with you…

❧ Wc: 1.3k

❧ A predator's gaze

❧ Water is scarce in Sunset Savanna, everywhere but close to the Royal Palace, built to take advantage of the biggest river in the kingdom to keep its noble denizens cool. But even such a palace, impressive as it is in size, can be large enough to monopolize all the water.

Water collecting is a daily activity in some parts of the kingdom, for you it's only weekly. This week, collecting day fell close to the day of your mission and so you decided you pass by one of the streams that breaks off from the main river relatively close to the palace to watch your prey.

When you set off towards somewhere cool and with a good view of the palace, you didn’t expect to get company. It’s a fairly out-of-the-way place you scouted some time before, higher than average athletic abilities are necessary to reach it. Though from what you can see, this company of yours did not struggle to reach the place.

It’s mostly quiet, save for the sound of the running water and the buzzing of bugs, so even your carefully measured steps are heard by the man resting in the sun, ears twitching in your direction as you approach.

The man opens one of his eyes, green like fresh grass, something very rare around these parts, to focus on you as you bend down to gather water.

He lays on his back atop a rock in the middle of the river, glowing, skin like the mighty cliffs of Pride Rock, dark and earthy. Hair long, brown and braided, somewhat ruffled but still soft-looking. You can tell he’s watching you just as you watch him, a hint of predatory instinct in his gaze. 

"Need something?" He asks you, somewhat hostile from the scowl on his lips. Though, that just seems to be his default expression.

“Just… getting water.” You make yourself seem innocent and unthreatening, motioning to your bucket with your eyes cast low. There’s… something familiar about him.

“Is all that staring necessary? It’s getting on my nerves.”

“If that’s all it takes…” His eyes turn venomous upon your features, so you purposely trail off.

Suddenly, as if you’ve caught his eye somehow, his gaze turns calculating, tail moving thoughtfully slowly instead of the agitated quickness of before. He’s observing you closely and you can't help but feel sweat building at your hairline, from more than the heat in the air.

“What’re you really up to? This place is quite out of the way…” he sits up, facing you with the grace of a predator.

Keeping silent ceases to be an option in your mind when he doesn't seem to lose interest as you thought he would.

Damn it, no scouting for you now, not while he's around.

“Oh, the views here are just–” Boring. Dry, empty and dirty. He sees through it easily, raising a dark brow at your unconvincing answer. Your expression sours as you put down your bucket.

“Why do you care so much anyway? You know what they say about curiosity and cats, don't you?”

His sneer is so cat-like you have to hold your tongue instead of berating him for being offended when it’s just an obvious connection.

He suddenly looks around himself, ears twitching every which way, before your breath catches as his gaze settles on the view of the castle. The only thing worth looking at around here.

Lips curve deviously, expression as smug as can be all of a sudden, “I think I understand now…” he almost seems to purr in delight.

The water between you is shallow, hardly a deterrent if he truly wants to approach you. Your breath seems to quicken suddenly; what if he’s figured you out? Takes you in for treason?

No no no, your plan hasn't even been put into motion and yet you feel it coming down around you beneath this stranger’s knowing gaze.

Your lips part to speak before you can stop them, desperation and frustration bending you to the point of breaking, “Listen, ok? I’m sick and tired of that rotten family getting to live lavishly just because they were born while we have to toil about and crawl our way through each day, some of us barely surviving. How is that fair?!”

His ears twitch up in attentive listening, but you barely notice, so caught up in your passionate rant that you forget entirely that you’re not supposed to be saying this to anyone at all.

“It’s not fair! Argh! I wish someone would just do something about it, instead of just accepting it.” 

It’s as if a spark from the fire burning inside you lights up the long slumbering embers in his heart. ‘Why doesn't anyone do anything about it?’ He thinks to himself, ‘When did I stop fighting it?’

“And that person would be you?” He asks lowly, suddenly a mere three steps in front of you, calculating, fanning the flames on purpose. You can be useful to him – you and your fire.

“Yes– I mean–” Realizing your mistake too late, you flinch back at his proximity, warm-faced and lightly sweating. Shit.

“What could you possibly do? The castle’s no playground – it’s the most heavily guarded place around.” His amused tone sounds condescending to your ears, further fueling your frustration.

You’ve been planning this for months! What does he know?

“Why do you care? Who are you, anyway?” Your finger digs into his (surprisingly sturdy) exposed chest – he doesn't even flinch. You might as well be a stray fly buzzing around him with the reaction you get, or rather don't get out of him.

“I care because I’d hate to know some idiot got themselves captured doing something so stupid– I mean, brave.” With the way he says it, you’re sure he meant for you to hear that. “And you may call me whatever you like. Take your pick, I truly could not care less.”

You look him over skeptically, a myriad of questions swirling around in your skull, like a terrible potion in the making. Who is he really? What’s he doing here? Why does he care so much?

Why did you just admit all that to him?

Shame and suspicion melt around in your core, along with a sprinkle of dread. What if he’s a spy? Is your plan about to fall apart before it’s even started?

The mysterious man sighs deeply, as if employing a great effort, “Look, I’m not about to rat you out. That’d do me no good. And I care because if you plan on doing what I think you are – I could be of some use to you.”

His words make it seem as if he’s unsure of his value, but the way he says them communicates the exact opposite. You have never in your life seen someone make an offer quite so smugly as him.

Skepticism colors the gaze that sweeps over him, ”...how?”

“I know the palace better than anyone you could find.”

“Why’s that?”

“My mother’s part of the royal guard.” The lie passes smoothly through his smirking lips.

“So, what? You wanna stick it to her, or something?”

“Something like that.” You’re unsure if his words sound unconvincing because he’s lying or because he just sounds like that naturally.

A million reasons to refuse his aid enter your mind, but then again, having a guide would be immensely helpful and if he wanted to arrest you for treason he easily could – those muscles are hard to miss.

Then again also, he could just be waiting to catch you in the act…

“Fine, you’re in.” If he so much as breathes suspiciously, you’ll leave him behind. Shouldn't be too difficult with the laziness he seems to practically embody. “And I’m calling you… Scar, since you apparently don't mind.”

The eye covered by said scar seems to twitch in annoyance but he holds his tongue – you could be a chance for him to get back at them in a way that both hurts them, helps his people and, hopefully, makes them call off that fucking wedding of his. He won't throw it all away because of a stupid nickname.

Though if your plan is anywhere near as creative as your name-calling, you might both be in trouble.

[sunrisecaminus]

hello! May I request reader getting sandwiched between optimus prime and megatron? Really want these two giants to fight over reader :>

Message - This is such a funny yet cute idea. I didn't know if this was NSFW or not so I just did NSFW. I also thought this was suppose to be Cybertronian reader so sorry if you wanted the reader to be a human!

Megatron x Reader x Optimus NSFW

Summary - Megatron and Optimus fight over their Cybertronian Girlfriend who honestly probably saved Cybertron and Earth from these two bumbling morons.

Warning - NSFW, Threesome

Megatron and Optimus ended the war because you told them that you wouldn't chose who to date unless they ended it and even if they did, you would still choose both. They had to realize that their options were to either not have you in their lives or bend to your will…so that is how the 4 million year war ended. You were a rogue that lived throughout the entire war and helped either side when you knew they needed help. Optimus fell in love with your mysterious figure and only saw you far away for years until he finally was able to talk to you. Both of you connected, but you told him that the Autobots weren't people you wanted to be with. You visited him a lot and tried to give him as many supplies as they needed until the Autobots came to earth. Megatron was the same, but he wanted his soldiers to find you for himself to know your mysterious life. He was going to kill you when you told him that you weren't going to be a Decepticon…but goodness did you give the soldiers so many supplies. Honestly, if it wasn't for you, both sides would've died from starvation and you never told them where you got your cubes. When both realized that they had a crush on the same person, they fought for you and that is when you told them to end the war or you would leave them for good.

Now its years after the war, you are dating both of them and it can get interesting. Most of the time you visit them separately, but thankfully they have gotten use to each other and are able to stay in the same room without killing each other. You are right now cooking something and letting it boil, when you feel your hips being grabbed by sharp claws. "Y/n…" Ah, its Megs. Sighing, you reach your arm from behind and grab his faceplate as a greetings, rubbing his cheek. You are right now busy with making something and so you don't say anything and just keep stirring. "Cybertron has reach 50% of being restored. My underling have cleaned 3 full cities and are now ready to start building." He knew telling you about his achievements get him awarded, which he does because you turn your head over to kiss him on the cheek. You put the lid on the pot and walk away from his grasp, going to the shelf and grabbing a book. You never told them, but the reason why you had so much Energon was because you found a specific recipe created by Nexus Prime which if you boil certain ingredients together, it could make a Mock Energon that can do the same effects as Energon, but doesn't have the pure energon inside. You just put a certain food coloring in it to make it look like Energon so the two idiots wouldn't fight for the recipe from you. As you get to the book shelf, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see Optimus looking down at you with a smile. "Good Evening y/n. We were able to find another Energon mine and started already working on harvesting it."

You smile at him and before you could say congratulations to him, you feel someone press up behind you. "Prime if you insist on trying to win her over, it is my turn for visitations so frag off." Oh no, of course Megatron finds a way to start an argument. Optimus narrows his eyes and steps a bit closure. "We can both visit her at the same time, we don't have a specific time in place." Honestly, you were willing to just not say anything and watch the action happen…you were bored anyway.

This argument lasted for a long 15 minutes. You had no idea they could go for this long without fighting, but it was probably you were in between them. You had the back of your helm leaning on Megatron's chassis while Optimus' body was pressing up against yours. Your face was flushed and did not complain about the position you were in. Their voices were now being muffled by your brain as you stare at Optimus' faceplate. Your mind started to wonder and stare at every inch of your autobot boyfriend, than you started feeling your back hitting Meg's chassis. Finally, leaving your blurring vision, you finally were starting to get annoyed by the two bots and just now want to take the time to get to know them more. Finally, you speak for the first time today. "Hush". Both at the same time quite what they were saying and stared down at you…listening for their angel to say something. "I am tired of both of the squabble, as punishment I want both of you to take my body tonight." Optimus' optics widen and his faceplate flushes a bit. Megatron was a bit surprised as well, but doesn't show his emotion with his face. "Y/n, you really wanna-?" Optimus gets interrupted by Megatron, who smirks and gets an evil idea. "What? If you don't want to, than I can just go ahead and taint her myself." This gives Optimus a bit of confidence, he glares…though he excepts the challenge his old enemy gives him.

They take you to your birth room in the base, setting the blanket aside and let you sit on Megatron's lap. Your aft sits against Megatron's panel, which makes you blush a little from the position. Optimus gets in front of you and caresses your cheek. "Tell us when you want to stop." He cared about his lovely fem. Anything you tell him to do, he would obey no matter what. Megatron was surprisingly the same, just in a more violent way. Just make a motion or a word, and Megs would eliminate anyone for you in seconds. You were the one who saved them from their own arrogance and ego…so they gift you everything you deserve. Optimus starts to make out with you, laying his servos on your stomach. Megatron on the other hand, bites your neck and massages your tibulens (thighs). You relax your body and let them do all the work. Honestly you didn't care what they did to you, it has been a while since you have been touched and needed them to fill your spark with love. Megatron sees that Optimus has taken your mouth, so he goes to get you to pay attention to him. He guides his hands over to your panel and opens up to your valve. You knew it was over when you started to feel him rubbing your folds with his fingers. Arching your back, you moan in Optimus' mouth, which made him see what Megs was doing…oh no you realized the reality you put yourself in. Optimus takes this as a challenge and goes for French kissing. His glossa meets yours, making you moan sweetly from the loving feeling. The feeling of both your mouth being used and your valve being played with made everything better. Maybe you can give them both motivation, so you put one servo behind you and open Megatron's panel. He clenched his teeth and breathes a bit heavier when you start to rub his spike. With your leg you press against Optimus' panel, moving your leg around so he feels the friction on his spike as well. Both of them stop what they were doing and moan in different tones, feeling the lovely touch you were giving them. Optimus felt a bit weak already, he was a sensitive mech and moaned with nothing but great love in his voice. Megs on the other hand was trying not to give in to the pleasure already, knowing he would be seen as sensitive as well if he made any noise. His groans sounded like he was holding it in, deep and cold. Optimus could not believe the predicament he was in. Bowing his head down to you like you just defeated him…but he couldn't force himself to care. He loved feeling like everything was in your hands, like he just shoved some of him responsibility towards you…and you took it like it was nothing. "Touch yourself…" Your voice was sharp yet soft. All the Prime could do at that moment was listen, as he pops his panel open and jacks himself off in front of your eyes. You hear a soft chuckle from Megs, but before Optimus could hear it, you clench around Megs shaft with your servo and he jolts from the pressure you just gave him. "Ah!" Megatron could not believe it worked, not only you got him to shut up, but now he was moaning from the pleasure.

After a few minutes, you take your time lining your aft up for Megatron's spike and start to go down. You widen your valve over to Optimus, who is a blushing mess from you watching his every move with your unblinking optics. "Come here." Optimus perks up from your voice and sees you giving him permission. He comes a bit closure to put his spike right at your entrance. You were ready to start doing some work and gave them a dance they will never forget. You went up and down on both their spikes as they both groaned from how tight you were. Nothing could prepare them for such an amazing feeling as your hot walls hugged both their shafts nicely. Your moans were so nice to hear and both of them honestly forgot the other was in the birth room. Loving the attention you are giving them, they both felt at thought they needed to release as you knew it was time for them to finish. Putting yourself down fully for you to take in both their spikes whole, made them release inside of you. Megatron grabs your upper stomach while Optimus grabbed your legs to hold on to something while you took both their fluids inside of you. After everything calmed down, you lay yourself down on the bed with both of them between you still. Optimus to your left hugged you in a loving embrace while Megatron kept his hand cupped around your helm. You couldn't help, but smile at them. Finally…you were able to get them to shut up.

[cherrietint]

yandere PJO! athena x demigod! darling 🗡🦉 - general hcs

!!WARNINGS!!: yandere, obsessive and stalkerish behavior, manipulation, really harsh and cruel punishments, Athena loves watching you suffer, clinginess, possessiveness, isolation, deceiving, jealousy, threats, mentions of violence, she's slightly toxic but her immortal heart is in the right place, I lied she's really toxic please don't ever get in a relationship with someone like her

pairing/s: yandere pjo!athena x demigod!darling

A/N: there wasn't enough athena content so I decided to do it myself :) also, this is my first fic and English is not my first language so I apologise for any spelling errors and such!

• you were a demigod who had somehow survived and become an adult, which now meant you had to find something to do. After the roman camp, camp Jupiter and your own camp; camp half-blood had made peace, the older campers from your camp had started going to the college in camp Jupiter. You were bored and decided that it wouldn't hurt to go to college and find something to do after the war against Gaia

• so you started studying harder in the mortal school you went to, preparing to apply to the college. it was a little hard to concentrate, with all the monsters attracted to your scent who had decided that you would make quite the tasty demigod snack and all the jobless mortals who somehow didn't find the time to grow up and instead decided to make your life as hard as possible

• you decided to drop out and study on your own instead, knowing that there was an option to take an entrance exam instead, something you found out from Chiron during an orientation Mr. D reluctantly conducted after mixing several ounces of wine into his diet coke

• to make your task easier, you went to the smartest people you knew; the athena campers, to help you study and of course they were more than happy to. And so, the daily visits to their cabin began

• and that, is when you caught the eye of the very goddess of wisdom and war who the cabin was dedicated to; Athena herself

• at first, she didn't think much of you, just another demigod in her cabin, probably to consult with one of her children, quite a common occurrence, considering how smart her children were, a trait they got from their mother

• but as you started to visit her cabin more and more frequently, she couldn't help but pay attention to you. to her surprise, you wouldn't leave her mind. you always occupied her thoughts and she found herself unable to concentrate

• at first she dismissed it, she always had mortals and demigods alike peak her interest but they faded eventually

• however, no matter how hard she tried, she found herself watching you for hours, learning everything about you and observing your smallest habits

• once she learned about your ambition to go to college and the reason why you visited her cabin, she used her powers to encourage you to focus, allowing your brain to learn easier and faster

• when she couldn't take the unhealthy way you invaded her thoughts anymore, she decided to act on it. she visited her demigod children in their dreams and told them to act as if she was a regular demigod when she showed up at camp. her children, confused but unable to derive their mother's true intentions and wanting to please her, agreed

• the next day, a well dressed yet stand offish girl, about your age, with stunningly intelligent gray eyes approached you outside your cabin and asked you to accompany her and show her around. you were a little stunned since you weren't popular or well known enough in camp to be actively sought out but agreed and started showing the mysterious girl around

• once you finished, she was claimed by athena and you lead her to Cabin 6. you found it odd how everyone in the cabin seemed to stress about her and flinch as if she was liable to burst into flames at any moment but you dismissed it.

• after all, even you felt the very clear aura radiating about the strange girl, the way she talked as if she was much much older and mature than she let on and the pure air of intelligence that seemed to hang about her, the way her piercing gray eyes seemed to calculate every move you made and how her thoughts seemed universes ahead, beyond human comprehension

• she made you lightly uneasy but you soon found out she was the only one who truly understood how your brain worked. with her, your studies went better than you could have ever imagined and you finished your work effortlessly with her. the athena campers however, still seemed jumpy around her, particularly Annabeth, the head counsellor and one of the seven to save the world against Gaia

• you dismissed it again, choosing to turn a blind eye to the girl who had caught your heart. it was almost impossible not to fall for her, the way she made you laugh just with her brutally honest yet knowledgeable words, the way her beautiful gray eyes picked up on every thought that passed in your head and the way she noticed and admired all your little mannerisms

• this girl was, of course, Athena in disguise, choosing to make you fall in love as an ordinary demigod as she knew that claiming you as hers would be a much easier task if your heart was already hers

• once she was positive that she had you wrapped around her finger, she immediately revealed her true form and confessed boldly to you and of course you accepted, mostly out of fear of what would happen to you if you rejected a goddess, not to mention one of the most powerful ones

• Athena, being the goddess of wisdom, is the smartest of the yandere gods. Once she has you, she won't make you immortal like other gods would, instead, she binds your life force to hers, which allows you to function as an immortal but feel pain like a mortal

• she loves using this against you for punishment and her most common punishments are letting you teeter on the brink of death while you suffer in pain and misery

• she's a paranoid goddess and keeps you far far away from the other Olympians. She knows that the minor gods are too terrified to try to cross her or even look in your direction so she doesn't worry about them. She's mostly worried that someone (*cough cough* aphrodite *cough cough*) will take your heart and the casualties of the wars that would follow would have a devasting effect on your mental health

• she only trusts Hestia and occasionally, Artemis with you

• Hestia because she would probably love and take care of you like a daughter in her hearth and Artemis because she would be too busy to pay enough attention to you for you to fall for her, only giving her attention to make sure you were alive and in one piece

• she will also sometimes drop you off at her cabin in camp half-blood, partially so you can reunite with your friends and visit the camp which had been your home for so long and partially so that her children can keep an eye on you

• she warns her children not to let you out of their sight and as a result, you are constantly tailed by atleast 2 of the cabin 6 campers, eager to please their difficult mother and earn her favor

• anyone who hurts you or dares to fall for you is in for a nasty fate

• Athena may not have as much power as Zeus or as much time to craft her punishments like Hera but being the goddess of wisdom and war comes with the additional perks of being able to think up one of the most horrible punishments ever known in a matter of rage filled seconds so most of the campers tend to stay out of your way, which is both depressing and a relief

• she wants you to be the perfect partner for her, someone gullible and dependant so she'll break you with no remorse or hesitation, knowing that you'll imerge from the trauma as her perfect lover

• if your godly parent dares to try to help you escape, she will find out and she will make sure you regret ever getting the ridiculous thought of leaving her

• if your godly parent is a minor god, they wouldn't dare help you, even if they feel pity for you or anger at Athena. She is not a force to be reckoned with and with love influencing her moves, she will make sure they wish they never even tried

• if your godly parent is one of the olympians, they would probably be more defiant and against your relationship but they would still be too scared to try to act too much on it. Athena is a ruthless goddess and though the most rational, for you, she would willingly start a war without caring for the casualties. They may try to help you escape but Athena is always several thoughts ahead. No matter which scenario, which plan, she's already thought about it and prepared for it accordingly, even preparing the horrifying punishment she will inflict upon you for going along with it

• she loves to use the powers you got from your godly parents against you, just to show you how helpless you are even in your own parent's domain

• her child of Hephaestus s/o was sent a bunch of material and celestial bronze by their father so that they can build something to help them escape? she will personally use those very materials to craft the most terrifying monster she can think of at that moment and let you fight it till you almost die from exhaustion, your only weapon a sword made of celestial bronze while she watches with cruel amusement as you scurry about like a rat in a maze

• oh you're a child of Poseidon who was visited by Poseidon in their dreams and advised on how to best use their powers to escape into their father's territory and claim his protection? she will drag you by your hair to the Underworld and throw you into river Styx and let you dissolve and drown in as you pointlessly fight for breath in what should be your area of expertise, your brain in too much pain and too panicked to think straight, until she's thinks you've learnt your lesson

• Athena has already memorized all your habits and routines. she knows everything about you and will instantly notice if even the slightest thing changes. Thats when she goes on panic mode and isolates you completely, not letting you see anyone but herself and spending time with you until she's convinced you've gotten all other thoughts but her out of your mind

• in short, if you want life to be as easy as you can possibly have it when your fate is entangled with an immortal, you should give in to her completely and as soon as possible which would make life a lot less painful for both you and her

• on a softer note, Athena is very proud of you and shows you off to everyone she possibly can once she decides you're too deeply in love with her to ever fall for anyone else

• she's your number 1 supporter and loves watching you work on your hobbies, praising everything and giving as much helpful criticism as she can

• she'd be delighted if one of your hobbies was also one of hers, such as reading or weaving and loves quietly reading to you in her calm, deep yet soothing voice while you play with her hair or weaving you the most gorgeous tapestries of you to make you feel as confident about your self as she can

• she knows exactly what to do to cheer you up and knows enough about you to know what you need through all your emotions which means that she's always comforting to talk to when you're going through difficulties. she's an amazing listener and will quietly listen to your problems and advise you on the best ways to deal with them

• she can easily make you laugh or cry with her words, her knowledge of you letting her know what evokes emotions in you and what doesn't which allows her to manipulate your emotions with ease, letting her twist you into whatever she wants

• Athena has never been a touchy-feely kind of goddess, nor has she ever wanted it. that is, until she met you, of course.

• she is surprisingly clingy and attached to you and definitely has separation anxiety. she loves having you touch her, the contact alone is enough to make her shudder in happiness and relief

• she feels like your affection is a drug she's addicted to and as a result, she's very needy, demanding that you go everywhere with her and will always have her hand around some part of you, making sure everyone knows who's you are while satisfying her need for your touch

• she may decide to immortalize your closest friends and family if you really desperately ask beg for her to and if you behave well for her

• however, from then on, her neediness increases tenfold. she believes that since she's done you such a huge favor by allowing you to have your loved ones coexist and keep you company for eternity, you should always be ready to drop everything and come running to her when she feels like she wants or needs it

• doesn't really care about the possibility of one of your friends falling for you, she knows both of you will be too scared to ever act on it and if it goes too far, she always has the cruelest punishments prepared for both of you, a message that comes across plain and simple: don't take what's hers.

• she could quietly stare at you and study you for HOURS because no matter what you're doing, she finds you to be the most gorgeous and fascinating person on the earth, a creature so perfect, they managed to catch the attention of the goddess who always believed that she was completely immune to the magic of love, someone who relied on rational thought rather than feelings

• every time she looks at aphrodite, all she sees is you <3

• well you if you were a self absorbed, cunning, well dressed, 7 foot tall goddess

• the point is, she loves you, she has never and will never love anyone like she loves you and you will be her pride and joy, always by her side, till the end of time, living with her and loving her till existence itself crumbles to dust.

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A/N: heyyy, so this turned out longer than I thought it would but the amount of ideas I kept getting made it kinda impossible not to add but yea :) I hope you enjoyed!