#that difference alone proves to me what i already knew to be true

[pinkcadillaccas]

Every time I see someone using trans men to prove that men are discriminated against for being men a little bit of me dies inside

[iluvmattsbeard]

down on my knees (m.s)

master list

nerd!matt x popular!reader

warnings: smut/oral sex (fem receiving)

preview: you assume matt is what he appears to be. a virgin nerd with no experience. when helping you study, you have him down on his knees, pleading to prove to you, he can take you there.

a/n: sorry i watched deadpool and wolverine. this song with the scene had me creaming. listen as you read. OKAY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. LIKES, COMMENTS, AND REBLOGS ARE SO APPRECIATED. 🤍

everyone knew who you were. when your name is spoken, it's always the same thing said. you basically had a trance on everyone, especially a specific individual. this person would freeze up more than anyone else when you're around. the hold you have on this person is unbearable, even though you've never spoke to each other. the school's biggest nerd and easy target, Matt Sturniolo. it was no shock you haven't spoke to him. you never even blinked an eye at him. you two were in two different worlds, you had no business ever speaking to him and he for sure felt like he had no place to even be near you.

it's not like you choose to not know who he is. he doesn't put himself out there, he has no friends, and he's always just quiet. the only friends he had were his triplet brothers. you knew who Chris was because of his reputation in sports and you knew Nick because he was the talk of the school ever since he came out. like mentioned, Matt was absolutely hooked onto you. when you would enter the classroom, he feels his palms sweat and his eyes are glued onto you like he's seen an angel from heaven.

despite what everyone says about you, how mean, how stuck up, and how careless you can be, in his head, you're more than that. he blocks out all the negativity said about you and in his head, he has some delusion that he could figure you out. he feels deep down, there's more to you than your rough persona.

right now, it was lunch time. Matt is sat with his brothers and their friends. Chris and Nick, despite how different they are from Matt, they've always vowed to never let Matt be alone. they try to include him in everything but, he chooses to sit there in silence. he knew deep down he didn't fit in and it's obvious his brothers' friends also knew that.

he sits there quietly as he pokes at his food. his attention is soon caught, it's like he has a radar, he looks up slightly as you walk past their table. you were with your friends, talking to them as you head over to your table. for Matt, it was all in slow motion as you walked by. he swears he can see your skin glisten and the way your hair bounced, he was in a trance. "dude." he instantly gets brought back to reality when he hears Chris' voice, "you're staring- again." Matt looks back down at his food as he swallows slightly, "was I?" he asks quietly, a bit embarrassed he's been caught. this wasn't the first time though.

"yes. what is your obsession with her? you've never even spoke to her." Chris utters with a bit of food in his mouth. Matt looks at him with a bit of disgust, "can you swallow your food first?" Matt suggests, which makes Chris chuckle and swallow his food. "okay well, what is your obsession with her?" he repeats his question, "you've never talked to her and trust me, she's way out of your league." he adds on, making Matt tense up a bit. it was true, he really didn't belong in your world. it would make no sense, the two of you colliding. "i'd save yourself the heart break." Chris speaks up again.

"how would you know?" Matt mutters, making the brother raise an eyebrow slightly, "how do I know what?" he asks confused. "how do you know she would break my heart? if I haven't even tried?" Matt asks stupidly. he knew the answer already but once again, a little part of him believes he could break down your walls if he just had the confidence. Chris laughs at his question, "no offence but, look at you." he pauses glancing over at me, "now look at her. she would crush you." he finishes as he stuffs his mouth again. there was no point in Matt continuing this conversation. Matt looks over at you and sighs. "heaven help me." he thought to himself.

later that day, Matt walks into his final class, which to his delight, you were in. he makes his way to the back of the class, sitting down in his usual seat. he begins to take out his notebook and textbook as he lets out a quiet breath. you walk in, once again, Matt's eyes land on you and he blocks out everything else. as he watches your every move, he expects you to just walk to your usual seat in the front. he then sees you walk down his aisle, he swears he's just imagining things. you're looking right at him, making his heart stop. eventually, he gets knocked from his trance as you sit in the seat next to him.

"no one sits here right?" you ask Matt, not even looking over at him. he gulps as he begins to speak up, "n-no." he manages to let out. Matt shuts his eyes and turns to face the front. he feels like he sounded like a loser. you sit there silently as you secretly go on your phone while the class starts. Matt can't help but take small glances at you. he felt nervous even though you were just minding your own business. "what is going on?" he thought to himself. why were you suddenly sitting in the back? right next to him? he shakes off the questions as he tries his best to focus on the teacher's voice.

as days go by, Matt notices you continuing to choose to sit in the back, right next to him. it was like a dream but, still no words exchanged between you two but the first day you sat there. where he thought he sounded like an idiot, even though all he said was no to your question. Matt sits there quietly, he notices you dozed off into your arms as the teacher speaks. he can’t help but look at you in admiration. you looked peaceful; sleeping angel like. you flutter your eyes open, catching his gaze as you whisper groggily, "were you just watching me sleep?" you ask sitting up. his eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head, "what- no- I was just- nervous for you." he lets out panicked. you laugh quietly while you shake your head, "relax, it was just a question." you say surprisingly okay with catching him just now.

Matt feels his heart racing as he lets out an exhale of relief. "did I miss anything important?" you ask looking at him. was this really happening? were you really actually trying to have a conversation with him? "u-uh... not really." he mutters nervously. "okay that's good. i'm like very behind in this class." you say which, it's like the teacher heard you, the teacher speaks up, "Y/n, Matt, I need to talk to you both at the end of the class." Mr. Lionel says. you groan quietly before speaking up, "okay..." Matt's head is racing. why did he have to speak to the both of you? the BOTH of you...

when the final bell rings, you and Matt get up at the same time, heading over to the front of the class. you both stop in front of Mr. Lionel's desk as you let out a sigh, "what's it about?" you ask not enthused at all. he clears his throat, "well, Y/n, i'm sure you're aware that your grade in this class isn't the best." he starts off, "Matt here, can help you bring that grade up if you're willing." you look over at Matt, your eyes trailing down his figure slowly. he gulps as he watches you analyze him, "what is she thinking?" he thought to himself.

you look back at your teacher before nodding and speaking up, "alright." if Matt's heart was racing before, it is now bouncing off the walls. alright? that's all you had to say? no argument?

Mr. Lionel looks over at Matt, "you okay with that Matt?" he asks, snapping him back to reality, "what? uh- y-yeah." Matt responds sheepishly, his cheeks a bit flustered. "great. you two speak to each other and come up with an arrangement that's good for the both of you." the teacher says, making you both nod. he greets you and Matt goodbye, Matt instantly walking out the classroom. he can't believe he was just assigned to tutor you, and YOU agreed. he continues walking down the hall before he hears his name being called.

"Matt!" he turns around quickly before locking eyes on you, heading over to catch up to him. he freezes in his place as he stutters out, "y-yeah?" he feels like his heart can't catch a break. "you want to come over tonight?" you ask so casually. meanwhile, Matt feels like he's about to explode. "w-what?" he asks a bit dazed. "to study." you add on with a small laugh. he blinks repeatedly before having the courage to respond, "yes!" he clears his throat, "yes... I would like that." he says, trying to push down his eagerness. "okay. give me your phone." you say, no question, he instantly pulls out his phone, fumbling a bit before he hands it to you.

you type in your number and send yourself a text so that you can receive his number as well. you hand back his phone before pulling out your own, "alright i'll text you the address. come over at like 5. that's when my parents aren't home." you say making him choke up, "w-what?" Matt asks nervously but you just wave at him and walk away.

as he gets in his car, he sits there still in disbelief. it's like his prayers have been answered. he also doesn't want to get his hopes up though. it's just tutoring, right? he's still confused by why you wanted him there without your parents home. it made his heart race once more. he gets pulled out from his thoughts as Chris and Nick stumble into the mini van. Matt clears his throat as he puts on his seat belt, "can you drive me to the mall later?" Chris asks as he puts on his own seat belt. "can't." Matt says bluntly, his younger brother's eyes widening slightly, "what- why?" he asks caught off guard. "i'm going to tutor someone later." Matt says, sparing the details but, that's all Chris had to know to not question even further. it's no surprise to him that Matt has to tutor someone. Matt was the smartest person he knew.

*time skip*

after spraying some cologne on himself, he walks out his room and out the house. when he's settled into the driver's seat, he pulls out his phone and puts your address into the GPS. he was still replaying your words earlier about how your parents would be out. his hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly as he makes his way to your house.

when he's arrived, he takes the key out of the ignition. he lets out a small sigh, his heart pounding at the fact he's actually about to be with you, alone. he gets out the car and makes his way up your pathway. he rings the doorbell, waiting anxiously as he looks around. nice house he thought to himself. after a bit, you open the door. Matt's eyes immediately running down your figure. you were in a matching pajama set. his heart stops, he was now feeling self conscious at the fact he's wearing a button up shirt. "hey, come in." you say as you open the door more for him to walk in. he steps inside nervously as he looks around. "come, my room is upstairs." you speak, already heading up the stairs. he follows closely behind you.

*time skip*

you both have been sat on your bed as you lay on your stomach, flipping through the text book. "s-so... do you understand it?" Matt asks, hoping he's done a good job at explaining the subject. you look at him with a blank expression, "no." you let out bluntly, a small laugh following afterwards. "o-oh well- I can explain it again-." he gets cut off by you, "no it's fine. this is hopeless." you sigh softly, closing your text book. "my brain hurts." you add on. Matt sits there, tensing up a bit as he clears his throat, "oh- w-well... maybe some other time." he says closing his text book. you two have been going over the subject for like a hour.

"you're leaving?" you ask curiously. Matt looks at you as he stuffs his textbook into his bag, "um... well I was assuming you were done..." he admits quietly. "oh I just thought we were taking a break." you chuckle, "but alright." he straightens up as he quickly chimes in, "oh that works too." not wanting to leave just yet. you sit up, now legs crossed as you look at him, "so... why did you want me over while your parents are gone?" he asks, gulping a bit. "no distractions." you respond casually. he was amazed by how easily you can speak. he feels like he has a lump in his throat. "do you always wear those button up shirts to tutor?" you ask tilting your head a bit. "uh... no- but- I just wanted to wear something nice." he stutters out nervously. did you think it was bad? your eyes trail over his shirt, "it's nice. suits you." you compliment. he didn't know if that was a good thing or bad thing. "dressing up for me or something?" you ask. "u-uh well- kind of- yes..." he sighs in defeat.

"that's sweet." you say with no emotion in your voice. "did you think this was going to go somewhere?" you ask bluntly. his eyes widen a bit, "what? what's that supposed to mean?" he asks a bit startled. "like were you expecting something out of this?" you ask, "like a handy or a blowjob or what?" the question makes his eyes widen even more, "what? of course not!" he responds panicked, "t-that's not- I- I wasn't even thinking that." he says flustered. you chuckle softly, "i'm just messing with you." you say before going on your phone, "you don't even seem like the type." you conclude. he's caught off guard, "w-what's that supposed to mean?" he asks. you look up from your phone and meet his gaze, "you don't seem like the type to do that stuff. I mean-" you pause putting your phone down, "do you even have experience?" you ask. "well... not exactly..." he admits embarrassed by the confession.

"see? I knew it." you let out a small humorous scoff. "I-I guess I just haven't had the time..." he says, trying to seem like he's too busy to gain experience, and not because he's a total loser. you raise an eyebrow slightly, "oh so it's not by choice?" you ask, not really believing it as you stand up and put your textbook back into your bag. he stays quiet for a bit before speaking up, "yeah no... just too busy for it..." he says quietly. you let out a small snark with a small grin, "yeah okay." you respond still not buying it. Matt has this sudden urge to fight back, he also knew you weren't buying it so he makes a move he never expected to make, "I mean I have the time now." he utters, making him widen his eyes a bit. you look up at him as you tilt your head slightly, "oh so you did come here expecting something." you say, crossing your arms. "no! no... but- forget it." he mumbles embarrassed as he picks up his bag.

you sit at the edge of the bed as you speak up, "no. go ahead. since you have time." you say, not having very high expectations. he freezes in his spot as he looks at you, "w-what?" he asks with his heart pounding. "you heard me." you say, propping your arms back behind you slightly. he puts his bag down slowly as he steps in front of you. he looks down at you as you tilt your head a bit. you blink up at him, waiting for his move, not amused. Matt then slowly gets on his knees, your eyes follow him, now looking down at him. he places his hands nervously on the waistband of your pajama shorts. he looks up at you and back down at his hands as he begins to slide your shorts down slowly, revealing your white lace panties. his breath hitches in his throat as he continues to pull them down your silky legs, now leaving you in just your panties. he takes a moment to admire you in front of him as he begins to kiss your inner thighs slowly and softly, making you roll your eyes a bit at how slow he's being. he then trails those kisses up, placing a soft kiss on your clothed cunt, your eyes watching him closely. he then kisses up your stomach, his face now stopped in front of your face.

he swallows before placing his lips onto yours, everything was slow and you kiss him back. after a bit, you pull away, "okay um. I don't think this is going to work." you say about to sit up completely but he stops you. he gets back onto his knees, now yanking your panties down. you gasp slightly by the sudden action as he takes in the sight of you bare. he grips under your thighs as he pulls you closer to his face. your heart begins to race by his sudden anticipation and change of demeanor. his mouth was so close to your core, you can feel his breath against it. Matt gulps as he glances up at you, then looking back down at your folds. "heaven help me." he thinks to himself before diving his tongue into you. at first, you weren't feeling it, you sort of felt bad for his lack of experience but then, he begins to suck on your clit, making you sit up and look down at him. your mouth slowly falling open, surprised by his action. he continues to suck on your clit, you feel yourself getting wet as he works his mouth. your breath began to hitch as he ran his tongue up your now slick folds.

he flattens out his tongue, continuing his upward motion. you gasp softly, quickly biting your lip. you didn't expect to be enjoying this. he darts his tongue in and out of your entrance, making you moan out a bit louder than you expected. he looks up at you as he melts against your wet folds. he watches as you crumble above him. he swirls his tongue around your clit, making you throw your head back at the sensation, "M-Matt." you moan out. the sound of his name rolling of your tongue made him go insane. the way you moan, it was like an angelic sound in his ears. he moves his tongue against your clit, side to side as you gasp, gripping his hair with your eyes shut. he begins to suck on your slit again as he unexpectedly pushes a finger into you. "f-fuck!" you moan out as he pumps his finger, while still sucking on your clit. his eyes still on you, he knows he's doing this right.

you buck your hips up slightly, starting to feel your legs shake a bit, you have never experienced pleasure like this before. Matt pulls his finger out of you as he grips your thighs, holding them in place roughly. you let out a small whimper. the feeling of his tongue was sort of overpowering. he groans against your folds, sending vibrations through out your body. his hands grip your thighs harder as he dives his mouth in deeper. he was completely in the moment, the taste of your juices on his tongue, making him want more and more. he continues darting his tongue into you, wet noises filling the room. "you're so wet." he mumbles against you, lapping his tongue up your folds. you grip his hair a bit harder as you continue to moan. you couldn't believe the school's biggest nerd is in between your thighs, eating you out like his life depended on it.

he then flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit as he looks up at you. you gasp once again, eyes darting down at him, "how was he so good at this?" you thought to yourself. he then pushes two fingers this time into you, catching you off guard. he pumps his slender fingers in and out at a quick motion as he swirls his tongue sloppily. you arch your back as you grip the sheets above you, "fuck Matt!" you moan loudly, making him ache in between your legs. this only drives him to go faster, pumping his fingers into you even faster as he sucks on your clit. the combination combines make your stomach swirl, "Matt i'm gonna-." you let out shakily as you arch your back even more, your eyes clenched shut, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life as you experience the best orgasm you've ever had. you release all over his mouth as he keeps his mouth on you.

your legs shake as he continues to eat you out, despite you already releasing. he grips your thighs hard as he watches you shake uncontrollably under his touch. you swear you could now see stars as he groans against you once more. you push his head away as you look down at him in shock.

he licks his lips and his cheeks are flustered. you stare at him in disbelief as you try to catch up with your breathing. his eyes dart back down to your messy wet core as he looks back up at you, “h-how was that?” he asks shyly. “how could he act so shy after that?” you thought to yourself. he’s still on his knees as he waits for your response. it irritated you slightly at how much you enjoyed it, especially because you were so confident he would be terrible at it. when you finally calm down your breathing, you sit up and look down at him.

“what do you think?” you ask in disbelief. he feels his face heat up as he scratches the back of his neck, “uh…” he chuckles breathlessly, “good?” he questions. you push his glasses back up slowly as they were resting at the tip of his nose, “let’s just say, you are not what you seem.” you let out still in shock.

a/n: nerd matt has my heart.

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[kbagraces]

Let it Happen - LN4

Lando Norris x singer!gf

summary: dating rumours always followed the pair but despite both of their status’ they liked to keep their private life private… until a certain someone’s private instagram gets hacked

a teensy eensy bit based on Let it Happen by Gracie Abrhams

not proof read as always!

Mornings like this were true bliss for you both. Both your lives were faced paced, loud and demanding, though you wouldn’t change it for the world, you craved the serenity of silence sometimes.

His face was pressed deeply into your crisp white pillows, soft snores leaving his slightly parted lips. The screams of fans and demanding nature of your job felt so far out of touch in these moments.

The covers stopped at the base of his torso his toned back on show, adorned with loving scratches from your antics the night before. You hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks due to him finishing his last race before the summer break began and you being chained to the studio finishing up your final touches to your second album.

Your fingers traced the loving marks upon his back, softly so he wouldn’t be disturbed, God knows he needed the rest. You noticed his face twitch to which you retracted your hand, hoping you hadn’t woken him.

Unfortunately you had.

He opened on of his eyes to look at you before mumbling, “why did you stop?” His voice deep and strained as he was still half asleep.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” You smiled at him, he turned over on his side his body now facing you, his arm reaching to your waist before pulling you into him your face slotting into his neck as he rested his chin atop of your head.

“I was waking up already, my love. It’s so freaking bright in here.”

You smiled at his comment, he always complained about the sheerness of your curtains, the sun almost always being the thing that caused the two of you to be drawn out of your slumber.

“The sun brings me good energy I’m not changing them.”

“We’ll have to compromise when we get our own place” his chest vibrated as he spoke. You were slightly taken aback. You were so head over heels in love with Lando but you hadn’t ever spoken about moving in together. Granted you assumed it would happen one day but you hadn’t spoken about such thing yet.

“Don’t freak out.” He said pulling away from you slightly, to look you in the eyes now. He knew you too well. He knew about your past and how you’d jumped into relationships before, moving too quick, getting caught up in fantasies that only left you hurt and alone.

You were closed off when Lando met you, God did he have to put the work in to prove he wasn’t going to mess you around like the boys before. But that was the difference between him and them, they were boys, he was a man.

“I’m not freaking out.”

“You’re freaking out.” He chuckled, as the wideness of your eyes contradicted the calmness of your tone.

“It’s going to happen. We won’t rush but it’s you and me forever now. Whenever you’re ready of course but don’t fight it, let it happen.” His hands stroked your fallen piece of hair from your eyes to behind your ear, his hand cupped your faces pulling you in, a gentle comforting kiss upon your lips.

He almost felt your dismay leave your body as you became less tense as a result of his touch. Your body always betrayed you, he just had a way of making everything seem okay.

Your life was stressful but Lando made every noise and distraction quiet with the simplest of touches and the kindest words.

Your domestic bliss was interrupted by the shriek of your phone, your alarm blaring notifying you it was time to get back to reality.

“What are you going to do whilst I’m at the studio?” You queried as you stood at the foot of the bed, pulling on your favourite pair of jeans.

“Absolutely nothing.” He smirked as he finally sat up in your bed. It was his first full day off from work. His phone was finally allowed to be on Do Not Disturb, he had two weeks of silence before he had to get back to training.

You hummed in response, you wish with everything you could just lounge around with him all day, but unfortunately your life couldn’t stop just because he was back. You had an album to finish.

“Can I swing by later?” He was really testing the waters today. Your relationship was sacred and you did all you could to keep it out of the public eye.

There was whispers here and there, but they went as quickly as they came. Your biggest blip was when you attended the Miami Grand Prix this year.

You two were doing so well, to the outside world you just seemed like any other celebrity attending the race for sponsorship deals and relevancy as the rumours of your sophomore album were hitting the news as you were practically living in the studio.

All was fine until Lando crossed the finish line, winning his first ever race in F1. You let him celebrate with his team initially, knowing if you got too close you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him how immensely proud of him you were.

But your composure went out the window the second you saw him on the top step. You were stood in the crowd below, tears pooling in your eyes, you were in awe of him and that’s when the picture was snapped.

It circulated for a while, lasting longer than the whispers of before. But like any thing in the modern age, it got overtaken but some bigger news about the latest affair in Hollywood.

“Please y/n. I just want to see you doing what you’re best at.” He begged, you appreciated his support, you were convinced he was your biggest fan.

“Maybe another day Lan. Not yet, I’m sorry.” You saw his face waver, he wouldn’t pressure you, but his disappointment was far from hidden, it was clear.

“I’m sorry.” You offered, “another day I promise.”

You kissed goodbye and set on your way leaving your boyfriend to ponder about your LA apartment.

———

You were sat on the studio floor, cross legged. Your notepad before you, lyrics written messily across the pages. Words written, erased and rewritten, you just couldn’t get the thoughts from your head to paper. You were getting increasingly frustrated with, this song. You had the initial idea and it had to be perfect, it was the final song of the album and it had to be perfect.

“Y/n go home, you’re going to drive yourself crazy.” Your producer sighed to you, he believed the album was perfect the way it was. It was so ready to be released he was unsure why this idea you had couldn’t wait for another project.

You raised your hand at him, mumbling some words, jotting them down and erasing them once again.

“Argh!” You were close to tears as you threw your pen across the room. Why couldn’t you just get the words out.

“Y/n! Home!” Your producer demanded, you were getting nowhere, you both know it. A broken pen he could deal with but at this point he feared you’d start going for his equipment.

You sulked the whole way home, the words in your head needed to be sung, they just couldn’t flow like the usually do.

Lando was perched on the couch as you skulked through the front door. He noticed the slouch in your shoulders and the frown etched on your face.

“What’s wrong?” He sat forward on the edge of the sofa, his legs apart. You sat on the floor beneath him, your head fell onto his lap as you sighed.

“I can’t get this done. I’m so close. I’m so desperate to get this final song perfect that it’s anything but perfect I can’t do it, I can’t do it.” You repeated, tears welling in your eyes. “I don’t want to cry this is so silly. But I need it to be perfect.”

He bent down kissing your forehead, before lifting your chin off his thigh to look up at him, your eyes glazed over, lips slightly wobbling.

“You don’t have to be strong here my love. Let it happen.”

——

Lando arose to the sound of your phone ringing. You still passed out on his chest your eyes still puffy from the outpour of emotion and stress you had been bottling up.

He picked up your phone, curious to see who was ringing at the crack of dawn.

Lillian (PR) 11 missed calls…

Oh.

The phone rang in his hand again, he slid from beneath you, you needed to rest. Perhaps it was a good thing Lillian was ringing about. He walked into the hallway, closing your bedroom door behind him before swiping to answer the phone.

“Y/N thank God!”

“Sorry it’s Lando, she’s still sleeping.” Your PR team was obviously aware of your relationship, they were the first people you told when you decided to keep the relationship under wraps.

“Actually you might be better to break the news to her,” her tone serious, concerned.

“Her instagram has been hacked,”

That’s not too bad Lando thought.

“Her private instagram, the photos of the two of you are plastered all over the internet. We’re attempting to do damage control but with the magnitude of both your fan bases it’s almost impossible. Ordinarily a relationship leak is not something to be too concerned about, but we know her views on it, we fear it’ll delay her progress.”

Lando wanted to bite back, their concern not being for your well-being as it should but for the delay of the album which will be the funding for their lives this year.

“Ok I’ll tell her, just do what you can.”

With that he hung up, unlocking your phone to check what had really been leaked.

There was photos of your first date, photos of you in the McLaren paddock, photos of the two of you at your sisters wedding almost everything you had every captured of your journey together was on the instagram, there was no escaping this. You couldn’t even deny it was Lando. It was there in colour for the world to see.

He checked the comments on some of the reposts,

username1: wait they are actually so cute together

username2: who is he though? not good enough for y/n

username3: she’s not as pretty without make up…

username4: omg new parents! mum & dad is that u?!?!

The responses mixed, the sound of your door opening pulled him from his scrolling.

You laughed blissfully ignorant at the sight, Lando stood randomly in your hallway, snooping through your phone.

“What are you doing out here? Having a snoop? Making sure I haven’t got 20 other boys on the go.” You laughed at yourself, one he didn’t reciprocate.

“Lan?”

“Don’t freak out.”

“Every time you say that I freak out, you’re already freaking me out!”

He turned the phone towards you, your private moments with him on display the world.

“No, no, no”

“It’s okay, my love it’s fine. The reaction is pretty good, Lillian called the team is working on it, but I’m afraid they’re out there now. But maybe it’s a good thing, we can be us without hiding?”

“It’s not about hiding Lan! It’s about protecting.” You shouted, you weren’t shouting at him, he knew that, you were shouting out of frustration.

“Come here.” He exclaimed reaching his hands out for you to take, when you didn’t move he grabbed them from the intense grip on your phone, sliding the device into his pocket and bringing your empty hands together between his.

He planted a loving kiss on your hands, “I promise you, this will all die down and we can be us again, we can still be private, it’ll still be ours.”

Your eyes filled of doubt, you wanted nothing more than to believe him, but as soon as your previous relationship became public they crashed an burned, each for different reasons but there was a theme to your previous break ups.

“Hey.” He snapped you out of your thoughts once more, a skill only he had. “It’s not going to happen again. I’m not doing anywhere. I’ve told you, you’re my future. It’s us two forever whether it’s just between us or us and the whole world. You have to trust me, I love you. Sometimes you just have to let things happen.”

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korra (legend of korra) x reader angst to fluff 🙏🏻

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Korra x reader

+slight Kuvira x reader cause I have a huge brain rot for her🥲

Angst to fluff,mentions of trauma,long fic because it has plot in it.

Korra has been...distant.

Ever since Zaheer and the red lotus poisoned her and forced her to fight in the avatar state she's been different,to you and to her family.

She doesn't eat,when she sleeps she has nightmares, she doesn't talk to you...and it's worrying you so much,your heart aches each time she sends you away with her deafening silence.

You try talking to her about Asami's accomplishment or Mako's new job,even how Bolin made a name for himself.

But each time she'd have that empty look in her eyes,as she sits in that wheelchair she despises so much.

Sometimes you wish you could read her mind,chase away the memories that are tormenting her.

"Please Korra,I'm begging you,try...for me,just...I know you can do it." You sit on your knees,hands on her knees. Eyes looking at her pleading.

"I'm not who I used to be, (Name). Stop trying to save me." She turns her head away, avoiding your pleading eyes.

"That's not true,and you know it!" You cup her cheek, bringing her face closer to yours,yet your eyes hardly connect with each other.

She grabbed your wrist, pulling it away from her face."I don't need you and your pity, so find someone else to nag and leave me alone already!" Korra snaps,anger running trough her body.

Your eyes whiden in shock and you feel like she squeezed your heart with her harsh words.

"Do you even love me?" You bite your lip, waiting for an answer you know you won't get.

You avert your eyes from her face. Disappointed with her lack of will to be with you.

"That's what I taught." You get up and turn around ready to leave. Ready for a new start away from here,from Korra.

"(Name) i-" she wants to get up,run after you ,hug you and tell you she loves you more than herself. But she can't even gather her words properly.

You stop for a second , wishing to hear those words,only fooling yourself further.

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With time Korra started getting more ambitious. She wanted to return to the person everyone knew her as. The avatar.

Her wish to prove to you that she can do better was growing by the day. Even so,the last time you spoke to here was the day you left, a day she still regrets even now.

Sometimes she would just feel like giving up,but you reminded her who she was doing this for,giving her the will to fight.

It's been a year since you've left the south pole. Being there with the shell of your lover was too much for you to handle.

Since you returned to Republic city you've been reunited with Bolin, helping Kuvira restore order to the earth kingdom.

It really took your mind off Korra. Now that you joined Kuvira, you got stronger. Unlike someone,you didn't let your trauma and past tragedies hunt you anymore.

"Well done (Name), you're getting stronger by the day." The dark haired woman smiles, hand laying on your shoulder proudly.

You wipe some sweat of your forehead, smiling back at her. "That's the goal I'm reaching for." She nods, looking at your form.

"I remember the first time Bolin introduced you to me and my cause." She wraps some bandages on her wrist, preparing to spar with you, "You were so lost." You watch her moves carefully, getting in a fighting stance.

"Im not the person I used to be." You speak,words giving you a sense of deja Vu.

Kuvira lounges , throwing some big stones at you. You grin, dodging them.

Once you find your opening,you make some ice disks and throw them at her.

Kuvira bends herself an earth wall,then throws it at you.

You make yourself a wave of water,going around Kuvira's wall, your water wave is circling the older woman. Once water is all around her ,you let it fall,and freeze, traping her in ice.

You move towards Kuvira's frozen body. "You cold in there?" A smug smile adorns your face as you slightly bend down to meet with her face. Your hands lazily lay on your knees.

She smirks,your metal collar suddenly pulled towards her. "Don't get to cocky now. It's just the first time you finally got to beat me. Let's try it with metal bending next time hm?"

You roll your eyes, releasing Kuvira from the Ice cage that kept her down. "I'm confident in myself,but not that confident yet." arms crossed as she rubbed some sore spots on her cold hands.

"Can't you have some faith in yourself?Keep going like this and you won't be far from becoming my second in charge." She smiles.

You smile proudly, happy you can finally accomplish something more for yourself.

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Another year passed,with you growing stronger and smarter every day,but the taught of your former lover never ceased to fade. Even now ,her return growing closer by the day. You wonder how she's doing, from what Tenzin has told you,she's having a great recovery.so far. Finally able to walk again.

You worked hard to become Kuvira's right hand,and you're now closer to your goal than ever.

So many cities you helped bring back order and balance , so many lives you saved while being part of this cause.

Unfortunately, Kuvira soon has to step down from her spot,the council finding a new king for the earth kingdom while your boss brought peace wherever she went.

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"Oh and Flying monkeys!" You blink, looking at Bolin. "Isn't that what Avatar Aang had ?" You raise a brow,not remembering how this conversation even started. "That is so incorrect." Bolin crosses his arms. Looking ready to give you a lecture. "Avatar Aang had a flying Lemur AND a bison as his animal companions. Not a flying monkey, (name)." You roll your eyes. "Whatever you say rock brain." You smirk noticing his anoyed expression. "Hey! How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" He pokes you in the waist,making you joilt up. "Stop that!" You glare at him,poking him back.

The two of you go on like this for a little while, attracting a few stares to yourself.

Until someone clears their troath.

"Am I interrupting something?" Lin stands towering over you and Bolin, giving you a bored look. "Chief Beifong!" Bolin is quick to bow down, dragging you with him.

"You little-" you stop yourself, locking eyes with the police chief, now giving her an awkward smile.

"If the two of you are done acting like monkeys,could you follow me?" You and Bolin now stand straight, noticing Lin's mood is lower than usual.

"I can't stay for chit chatting,maybe (Name) could solve this? I remembered I was supposed to meet with mako,like 30 minutes ago." The brunette boy gives you a sorry smile as you glare at him. "How convenient." Your comment followed by narrowed eyes,sent chills down his spine. Bolin took a quick look at chief Beifong,then left.

"Good. I wanted to speak to you anyways." You raise a brow curiously at the older woman's words. "You did?I mean ,you do?" She nods,not saying another word until you get to a remote Cafe.

The two of you sit down in a corner, quite remote from the rest of the people in the public space.

"So ,what did you want to speak to me about Chief?" You start, looking at the window.

"It's about Kuvira." Your face turns to Lin as she got your interest.

"What about Kuvira?" You tilt your head.

"I'm worried she won't step down and allow the prince to rule the earth kingdom." Lin stops,as a waitress brought the two of you two cups of tea,"Kuvira seems to take great pride in what she accomplished,but I don't think she's willing to stop there. People of earth empire call her The Great Uniter." The chief looks at her mug, waiting for you to respond.

You fiddle with your fingers, searching for the right words to describe Kuvira's wishes. "She has done so much for the earth kingdom,and she's a strong woman,in combat and in mind,the name fits her ,if km honest."

You stop to drink a little from your (chosen) tea, "And I know it's not my place to talk but...ever since Korra is gone,the people see Kuvira as their savior."

Lin sighs, "Kuvira is forcing people to do labor work for her , threatening them with their lives." You whiden your eyes at the words spoken from her.

"I know how she can be..harsh,.but she wouldn't do such a thing." Your gaze moves to the window.

"She is manipulating you (Name), because she knows how strong you are. Should I also remind you how you used to date the avatar?." You close your eyes tightly, trying to push away the taughts of Korra. "Why do you think she chose to have you so close to her? If Korra ever becomes a problem for her,she'll have you as leverage." Lin's fist tightens, looking at your expression.

"It's not true. If you saw the way she acts...you wouldn't say that.Kuvira wouldn't just use me like that." She sighs at your way of defending Kuvira. How could you defend such a woman?

"Everything Kuvira does is for a reason,keep that in mind (Name)." Lin gets up and leaves some money on the table.

You remain there , trying to piece together your racing taughts.

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And just like Lin said,once it was time for Kuvira to back down and allow the prince to rise,she made the announcement that from then on the earth kingdom would be under her rule.

The rule of The Great Uniter.

This got you contemplating ever joining her,it doesn't feel right with you.

Bolin chose to stick around,but you wanted to leave. Being in a situation like this was too much for you.

"So you planned to just abandon me?" The person you didn't want to see the most right now was behind you, leaning on your door frame.

"This isn't right,Kuvira." You stated, covering your arms as you turn to see her.

"This is exactly what's right for the earth kingdom. I can't let that spoiled Prince destroy everything we accomplished." She pushed herself of the door way, moving closer to you.

"It doesn't feel right,I can't fight for something that doesn't feel right with me." Kuvira sighs. She places a hand on your shoulder. "I know what I'm doing,but I can't do it without you by my side. We accomplished so many great things together." She starts slowly guiding you towards a window. "Just look at how much good we did" her hands point at the window. "The land is safe again, raiders are not attacking innocent people or stealing. What more could you ask?" you look at one of the cities she got back and supplied,it looks at peace. What if she was right?

You bite your lip, "What happens with the people after we leave?" Her eyes meet yours,

"We give them a job, something to do to make the earth kingdom a better place,even the raiders."

Even if your gut tells you not to trust her,your mind reminds you of the great things she did so far. Kuvira never left you down.

"Are you telling the truth to me?"

She smiles, holding eye contact with you.

"Why would I lie?"

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This is getting out of hand, Kuvira wants to attack Zaofu, Suyin's home simply for not obeying her terms.

"Kuvira this is madness,you can't do this!" You enter the command center ,she dismisses the people that were in the room, leaving you two alone.

"No. It's necessary for me to do this. Once Zaofu finally surrenders to me I get total control of the earth empire."

You scoff at her words.

"Do you even hear yourself?" Pacing around the room,you can't help but glance at her troops just outside.

"I thought you were with me on this, remember everything we fight for." Her armor slightly clangs as she walks towards you.

"I fight to make this world a better place,you fight to take control and rule and empire, excuse me but there's a difference." You move away from her,scoffing at the taught of helping her bring Zaofu down.

Kuvira glares at the back of your head.

"I'm doing this because no one else was willing to. And I have to make some tough choices that many wouldn't,why can't you see?" The tall woman runs a hand trough her hair, trying to calm herself down.

Now it all makes sense,Lin was right and you were stupid for doubting her.

"I'm leaving and you can't stop me. Not this time." She sighs, once you start moving towards the door, two of her metal bands parts push you to the wall,hands stuck above your head.

"Let me go."you glare at her trying to get away from her metal.

"I expected better from you." She shakes her head disappointed. You look around the room, trying to find a water source, yet nothing in sight.or reach

"Lock her up tight. Make sure she gets no visitors." Kuvira calls for two of her guards.as they take you away,you see the shrinking image of Kuvira's disappointed face.

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You watch as Korra fights with Kuvira for your life,and Suyin's.

She got so much better,but there's still something wrong with her you just know it.

Kuvira seems to have the upper hand,until Korra knocks her down. She was so close,but she hesitates suddenly, giving Kuvira the opportunity to trap Korra.

"No!" You scream,Kuvira turns her head to look at you,a smile adorning her face. Looking around desperately,you see a little source of water, hopefully close enough to you.

You move your hands that are tied behind your back to use the water,creating a razor form to slice trough Kuvira's metal.

You take off running, attacking Kuvira with spikes of ice.

The metal bender pushes herself away from Korra , creating a shield for herself.

Kuvira Is pissed,how could you escape? Are her soldiers good for nothing at all? More importantly,what are you going to do?

You create a big ice shield that goes all around to fit you and Korra trough,finally getting to touch her after so long.

"Korra please get up!" You cradle her head in your arms as her upper body lays on your thighs (Kuvira is jelly~~) she opens her eyes,bright blue eyes you would lose yourself in.

"I came back for you." She smiles touching your face lightly,fearing you might be another one of her illusions. Your eyes whiden, smiling at her words

"I shouldn't have left you in the first place." A tear falls on her face (imagine Kuvira trying to break the ice while those two have their moment ☠️)

"I didn't mean anything I said that day,I'm so sorry,I didn't mean to send you away." Korra gets up,now on her knees ,face to face with you. Her hands cup your face, staring at you lovingly." I Love you." Hearing those words,you jump on Korra,giving her a big hug.

You sniff, smiling at her. "We should really focus on getting out of this situation now." Your voice cracks as you joke.

Korra stands up,ready to fight once more, her will stronger than ever.

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I originally wanted to write something else,but this plot came so I just rolled with it. ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌

[songbirdseung]

i did it first / park jongseong

where cute, playful, and innocent arguments with your boyfriend are welcomed and appreciate as they lead into the sweetest moments genre fluff, established relationship

as you and jay walk back to the car after your date, the cool evening air still carrying the warmth of your laughter and lingering touches, you can’t help but feel a little smug. tonight had been perfect—dinner at your favorite restaurant, a walk along the river, and now a comfortable car ride back home. but as soon as you both climb in and buckle up, jay’s signature teasing smirk reappears, and you already know what’s about to happen.

“you know you’re wrong, right?” jay starts, his voice playful, throwing a quick glance your way as he starts the engine. “i definitely loved you first.”

you roll your eyes, half-expecting this after a night like tonight. "oh, please. there is no way that’s true. i’m the one who fell for you first!"

jay laughs under his breath, pulling out onto the road. "y/n, you can tell yourself whatever makes you feel better, but we both know i fell first. you didn’t even realize i existed at first."

crossing your arms, you lean back in your seat, your competitive side already on high alert. "are you kidding me? i knew exactly who you were. remember that time i ‘accidentally’ bumped into you in the library? that was totally planned, just so i could talk to you.”

he gives you a side-eye, the corners of his mouth quirking up. "oh yeah? well, i noticed you way before that. i was already into you the first time you asked me what time class started. you literally already knew, but i could tell you just wanted to talk to me."

"and you think that means you fell first?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "i strategically sat near you during every lunch period! i even switched friend groups just to get closer to you."

jay shakes his head, smiling as he recalls those moments. "okay, but who was the one who went out of his way to offer you help in chemistry? even though i was just as lost as you were?"

you can’t help but laugh at that memory, your attempts to look like you understood the periodic table just as hopeless as jay’s. "oh, please. that was nothing compared to when i pretended i needed help with my project just so i could come over to your place.”

jay glances over at you, raising his eyebrows. "you did know how to finish that project, didn’t you?"

“of course i did! but i wanted an excuse to spend time with you,” you admit with a playful smile, knowing that your antics back then were nothing short of ridiculous.

“remember the time i stayed up all night baking cookies for your birthday? that definitely means i was in love with you before you even had a clue.”

“those cookies were good, but come on, y/n,” jay says, grinning as he keeps his eyes on the road. “i was the one who found out your favorite drink at that coffee shop you went to every morning, and then i ‘just so happened’ to show up there at the same time.”

"oh please, anyone could’ve done that," you shoot back, laughing. “i took hours picking out your birthday gift that year. i went to three different stores to find something you’d like.”

jay's laugh bubbles up, shaking his head. "okay, fine. but do you remember when i walked you home in the rain after class, even though i didn’t have an umbrella and was soaked by the time we got to your place?"

you bite your lip, remembering that moment vividly. you had felt guilty for days afterward, thinking he’d catch a cold just because he didn’t want you to walk home alone. "alright, that was sweet, but it still doesn’t prove you loved me first."

jay rolls his eyes playfully. "yes, it does. i was the one who volunteered to carry your books every day even though you insisted you didn’t need help.”

"oh, so now you’re just gonna keep using the ‘nice guy’ routine?" you tease, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "because i waited for you outside your basketball practices just to see you for like five seconds."

“and i,” jay interjects, “started wearing cologne because you once told me that you liked how a guy smelled when he walked by in class. i literally changed my entire scent just for you.”

you burst out laughing at his confession. "are you serious? i had no idea! that’s actually kinda cute.”

“yeah, well, i was pretty obsessed with you,” jay admits, a sheepish grin on his face.

as you both make your way to the front door, the conversation picks right back up, neither of you ready to let the other win. the entire way up the stairs to your apartment, you continue to volley back and forth, trying to outdo each other’s arguments with more memories and playful jabs.

“i showed up to your first big presentation, remember? i even sat through two hours of boring speeches just to support you,” you say, sliding off your shoes by the door.

jay follows closely behind, grinning. "well, i drove two hours to surprise you at that concert you were dying to go to, even though i hate crowds."

you stop in the middle of the hallway, turning to face him. “oh, so now it’s a contest of who made the biggest sacrifice?”

jay laughs, leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he watches you. "well, if it is, then i’m winning. i literally skipped out on a game with my friends just to hang out with you at that café. and i never miss game night.”

you shake your head, feeling your heart swell at how much effort he had put in. "okay, fine. but remember the time i took care of you when you got sick? i stayed up all night just to make sure you were okay.”

jay smirks, stepping closer to you. "and who was the one who brought you soup when you had that horrible cold and couldn’t get out of bed?"

"you did," you admit with a smile. "but that still doesn’t mean you loved me first."

jay takes another step closer, his grin softening into something sweeter, more intimate. "you really want to keep this going, huh?”

you nod, crossing your arms and trying to look defiant, even though your heart is racing.

“fine,” jay says, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper as he stands right in front of you now, eyes locked with yours. “there’s only one way to settle this.”

before you can respond, he gently cups your face in his hands, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss that melts away any lingering debate between you. his kiss is warm and sweet, like a silent reminder of how much he loves you, whether he fell first or not.

when he finally pulls away, you’re both smiling, breathless but content.

"now will you admit that i loved you first?" he asks, his forehead resting gently against yours.

you laugh, shaking your head slightly. "not a chance."

jay chuckles, pulling you into his arms as he hugs you tightly. "fine. as long as you know i love you now."

“that,” you whisper, snuggling into his chest, "i know for sure."

and with that, the playful argument fades away and whoever fell first be damned.

[ohthewh0rror]

TOXIC.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — The father, the son, and the holy toxicity. How bad can they really get?

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader / Tom Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 830

Dialogue Prompt: Toxic Love

— Mattheo R.

“You…you hurt Gyles, didn’t you?” There was a tremble in your voice as you asked Mattheo. You didn’t want to believe it, the voice in the back of your head begged and pleaded for it to not be true. You wanted Mattheo to prove you wrong, laugh at your absurd accusation, and reassure you they’d find who truly did it. But, instead of disbelief or anger, Mattheo looked at you with eyes you could only describe as empty. No emotion hid in the brown of his eyes as he held eye contact with you, putting his cigarette out.

“I only did what you wanted,” Mattheo told you, slowly rising from his seat. You felt an empty pit form at the bottom of your stomach, your heart plummeting, as a chill went up your spine at his admission. You wracked your brain in hopes of an answer, not understanding what he was getting at. Your eyes searched his as he came to stand in front of you. His hands found your biceps as he pulled you towards him. He held your body against his chest as his head came down to your, his lips brushing against the shell of it. “Your wish is my command,” he whispered.

Finally, it hit you what he was referring to. The conversation from three nights ago when you told him how you wish Gyles would go away and leave you alone, as you were tired of his constant flirting towards you. Mattheo had made a comment of taking care of him for you, and you just laughed him off. Treated it as some joke.

You felt sick at the admission, and felt in some twisted way this was your fault. If you had just complained to one of your girl friends instead, Gyles wouldn’t have been beaten so savagely. Mattheo pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes, “there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

— Tom R.

“Stay away from me!” Your right hand scrambled beside you for something to grab as some form of defense, having been disarmed of your wand by Tom as soon as he entered the room. You weren’t sure how he found you, and you don’t think you wanted to know. You did everything right in order to not be found; you did every spell, ignored every prying question, even changed your name, and it still wasn’t enough. You steadily backed away from him, but he paid no mind, for every step you took it seems he took two more.

It hurts that it came to this because you loved Tom, you truly did, but you knew you’d never be able to be happy by his side. His plans were insane, and utterly disgusting, you couldn’t knowingly stand by his beliefs and actions. That’s why you left, you had to get away before you were in too deep. The only problem was you knew, to some degree, you were already in too deep. Tom had already sunk his fingers into you and he would never willingly let you go. You’d known since the anniversary of your first year together that Tom would rather kill you than let you live a life without him.

“That’s the one thing I can never do,” his voice sent a cold chill through every nerve in your body. Your hands began to shake as you knew Tom would drag you back to England kicking and screaming if he had to, it made no difference if you came back willingly or not, as long as you were there.

Finally your hand came into contact and grasped the small, glass bowl just behind you, and without giving it a second thought you threw it. You saw Tom immediately deflect the bowl with a spell, and though it didn’t come close to hitting him, it distracted him for the few seconds you needed to sprint past him. You rounded the corner to the living room, the front door was in sight, and a feeling of hope blossomed on your chest.

You were five feet from the door when a spell hit you in the center of your back, knocking you face first onto the floor. You were unsure what the spell was, not having heard him even cast it, but it knocked the wind out of you. You attempted to get on your hands and knees to crawl towards the door, but stars began to fill your vision and your arms shook as you fought to not pass out. Toms shoes finally came into view as he kicked your left hand right out from underneath you, causing you to crumple to the floor.

Your vision began to finally fade as you heard Tom speaking to you once again, “You’re nothing without me and I intend to make you realize that.

[tightjeansjavi]

❆ I’ll have a blue heartache for certain ❆

A/N: thank you to everyone who is sending me requests for things that Joel Miller deserves most in the world <3 this one is VERY angsty, so buckle up 🥲

joel deserves nice things™ ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

~word count : 2.9k~

pairing | Joel Miller x Kansas City informant f!reader

Summary: to Joel Miller, you’re nothing but an informant rat in his eyes.

Warnings: angst, mean old man Joel, morally gray reader, Joel is a bit of a hypocrite, a sprinkle of touch depravity, Ellie is her sweet self, implied age gap but reader is of legal age, grief, humiliation, hurt and comfort, a sprinkle of fluff, small mention of Christmas, allusion to child loss, talk of violence, kinda unrequited feelings, mutual understanding, sorta a happy ending? +18 minors dni!

“I don’t take kindly to strays, let alone fuckin’ rats, sweetheart.”

This was your first interaction with Joel Miller. All muscles, no heart, or so you had perceived him to be. He had a soft spot for the girl that trailed alongside him. You knew this was a fact, and not a matter of opinion.

Regardless, Joel didn’t respect you, but he tolerated you just enough to keep you alive. He didn’t want any business in knowing why you became an informant, but he had no problem calling you a rat straight to your face.

It wasn’t a lifestyle you wanted. It was a choice, but one based around survival. And for a man so brutish, you thought he would understand, empathize with you even. But instead you were met with cold, hardened stares from piercing brown eyes.

Your very existence vexed him and made him question whether he was a hypocrite himself. What difference was there between a man that murdered innocents for survival, and a woman that turned men like him in to save her own skin. He didn’t want the lines to be blurred. He didn’t want to empathize with the likes of you. He refused it.

“You and I aren’t so different after all, Joel.” You tried to reason with him one day during the tireless journey to Wyoming in search of Joel’s younger brother, Tommy.

Ellie was lengths ahead of you and him when he literally slammed on the breaks. His abrupt halt had you nearly colliding right into his back from how quickly he had stopped.

He whipped around, jaw ticked and eyes blazed with fury that you would even dare to compare yourself to him, and he to you.

“You and I are nothin’ alike. I had my reasons, and you chose to take the cheap way out. Don’t think that jus’ cus’ some time has passed out here that I’m suddenly gonna start bein’ nice to ya. You’re a fuckin’ fool if you think that to be true, girl. I will never view you as my equal.”

His words sliced through you like sharpened blades dipped in putrid poison, souring your gut and springing tears to the corner of your eyes. Joel Miller was one mean, mean man. You stood your ground, and he stood his. His eyes flickered when a silent tear rolled down your trembling cheek. He said nothing more on the matter.

“What’s the hold up back there?” Ellie had turned back around when she could no longer hear either yours or Joel’s footsteps close behind her.

Joel responded with a grunt and, “nothin’s the matter.”

You stood there dumbly with your fists clenched tightly at your sides when you tasted the salty residue of your single stray tear. You were angry at yourself for allowing this asshole to make you feel weak. One day Joel Miller would succumb to you. It would just take some time. And as far as you were concerned, there was plenty of it to go around.

The seasons began to change gradually, as they always do, until winter arrived and it was already proving to be a brutal one. Frigid temperatures, ongoing blizzards, treacherous deep snow. These changes that inevitably brought new challenges were visibly beginning to affect Joel more than he was willing to let on. You saw right through his facade. He couldn’t hide from your trained eyes that easily.

As night began to fall the three of you found yourselves situated in a cave near the river. Being this far out in the wilderness was peaceful in a sense. The threat of people was non-existent, and the infected stayed closer to the cities. Out here you could see billions upon billions of twinkling stars in the jet black sky. The northern lights, a natural feat that you had dreamed of seeing as a child. It was even more beautiful than you could ever imagine. Bright, brilliant hues of greens, blues, even some pinks.

You were so lost in a trance of nature’s beauty that you couldn’t feel Joel’s eyes staring you down. Or the way he took notice of your almost childlike wonder at the night sky. In his mind they were just stars. He’d seen plenty of them in his lifetime, sure, but were they really all that impressive?

He shook his head at the thought of humanizing the likes of you. A rat would always be a rat, and not even the damn northern lights could change his opinion on you.

“Ellie,” he gruffly said, “get down from there before you break your neck.” He sternly requested the teen who was also gazing up at the night sky in the same manner as you were.

Ellie let out a huff of air before she climbed down from the rock she was standing on and joined you and Joel by the fire.

“So, I’ve been thinking, let’s say we find the Fireflies, and it all works. They draw my blood and put it through their fancy machines and pop out a cure. Then what? Like, what do we do?”

Joel brought his flask of whiskey to his lips, taking a small swig to help warm him up, and also ease the constant ache in his back. “Didn’t realize there was gonna be a ‘we’ in this scenario.”

Ellie gave him a funny look, one that he raised a brow at. “Okay, fine. What are you doing then?”

In Joel’s mind it was never an option to think about these topics before. Not when his only goal in mind was to find Tommy, deliver Ellie to the Fireflies. From there? He really hadn’t thought about it.

“It’s never been an option for me..” he cleared his throat. “Maybe an old farmhouse, some land..a ranch. That sorta thing I guess.”

Ellie brought her knees up to her chest, scooting herself closer to the fire, closer to him. “Okay, so, old man Joel, some kinda ranch. What kind though?”

He grimaced at Ellie calling him old. He wasn’t that old was he? “Sheep.” His response was flat. “I would raise sheep.”

“Sheep?” Ellie questioned.

“Yep. Sheep. They’re quiet, do what they’re told.”

You could feel yourself being drawn into their conversation bit by bit. You knew that Joel’s soft spot for Ellie was rising to the surface bit by bit, day by day.

“Sheep are nice. I mean, they are quiet, sure. But their wool is the best material to make sweaters, blankets—” you were cut off by his stern voice. Slicing you down yet again when you only had wished to be a part of the conversation.

“Ain’t nobody asked for your opinion.” Joel snapped.

“Joel..” Ellie let out a sigh. Her eyes met yours in an empathetic gaze. “Well, what about you? After all of this is said and done, where will you go?”

You ignored him entirely and instead focused all your attention on Ellie and her question. “I haven’t really thought about it either. Suppose that taking the ranch route wouldn’t be so bad. The country life is a peaceful one. Except, I think I’d have some cows..maybe some horses to keep my company.”

“Romantic” Ellie stifled a giggle. “Well, no offense to either of you, but I don’t think ranch life is for me. Sure, it sounds cozy, but all I’ve ever known is the QZ. In front of you there is a wall, and the ocean behind. There’s nowhere else to look but up.”

“Space?” You asked with genuine curiosity.

“Yes! I mean, look at it up there. So much still to be discovered. I read every book I could get my hands on in the school library. Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, Jim Lovell.” Ellie responded with pure enthusiasm.

“But you know who my favorite is?” Ellie leaned in close, awaiting both yours and Joel’s replies.

“Sally Ride.” You and Joel said in unison. Your heads snapped towards one another, eyes locking before he cleared his throat and tore his gaze from you.

“Sally fuckin’ Ride! Best astronaut name ever!” Ellie’s voice echoed through the opening of the cave.

“I’ll take the first watch.” You announced while grabbing your rifle from where it laid against one of the rock formations.

Joel was already standing up with his own rifle slung across his shoulder. “I got it.”

“Joel, I’ll take the first and you can take the second.” There was more you wanted to say, but with both his and Ellie’s eyes on you now, you refrained from saying more.

He responded with a curt nod before he made himself comfortable against the cave wall once more.

While you were up on the same rock that Ellie was on earlier, you could hear her and Joel still conversing. The conversation had taken a somber turn when she questioned whether the vaccine would work. Joel reassured her that it would, and Marlene knew what she was doing.

The last thing you heard was Joel telling Ellie to get some sleep and, “Dream of sheep ranches on the moon.”

He let out a frustrated grunt when he couldn’t quite tear through the strip of duct tape that he planned to use as a makeshift patch for his torn soles in his boot. Even the warmth from the fire couldn’t keep his toes at a comfortable temperature for long. The bitter chill was beginning to seep through the cracks of the worn material.

Can’t even fix my fuckin’ boot?

His internal thoughts plagued him. Made him feel weak, unreliable, a failure.

He tossed the roll of duct tape to the side with an irritated grumble. How the hell was he supposed to keep you and Ellie alive when he couldn’t even believe himself?

He refused to look in your direction when he heard the familiar crunching of snow beneath your boots. In his peripheral he saw your hand reach down and pick up the roll of duct tape.

“Need some help?” You asked, crouching down alongside him.

“Not from you.” His jaw ticked, nostrils flaring from the close proximity. It was as if you really were the plague, or some dreadful unnamed poison.

“So you’d rather let your toes freeze?” Your question hung heavy in the air. He reluctantly turned his head to the side. Eyes flitted upwards in brief contact before he scoffed,

“No. I’d rather not let my toes freeze.”

You tore off a strip of tape with your teeth, and only when he gave you the silent nod of approval, did you then assist in taping up his boot.

“If you clench your jaw any tighter, I’m afraid you're gonna end up breaking some teeth.” You murmured quietly. You tore off a few more pieces of tape and secured them around the hole in his boot. He was watching you intently as he tried to piece together your reasons for helping out someone who was so cruel to you. Why not just let his toes freeze and fall off? Why grace him with your kindness?

“Should hold for a few days I reckon.” You placed the roll of duct tape back into his bag while he watched you in silence.

“Look, you don’t have to answer this, but I just want to know the reason.”

“What reason?” He gruffly asked.

You sighed, leaning back against the cold cave wall. Your shoulders could have nearly brushed if it weren’t for how stiff he was sitting.

“The reason why you hate me so much, Joel.”

“Don’t be naive. I already told you that I have no respect for rats. You want me to fuckin’ say it again, huh?” He sneered.

“No. That’s not the reason. You think it is, but it’s not. Not when I know what you are too, Joel.”

“What the hell are y’goin’ on about? You’re an informer. A once FEDRA rat that probably sent god knows how many people to their deaths. People who were just trying to survive. People with families, friends, partners. You’re a selfish coward that only gave a damn about saving her own skin.”

You smiled sadly, resting your head back against the cave wall with your gloved hands between your knees. “And what about my own family that I was trying to keep alive? What about them, Joel?”

He didn’t know what to say. His words were lodged in his throat, trapped there and unable to escape. He never thought about you having a family. People you cared for as much as he cared for Ellie.

“I had a family once, Joel. People who I loved. And I would do anything I could to protect them and keep them alive. My parents were old. My siblings were too young. I was the eldest. Their only daughter that had enough fuckin’ guts to do some terrible, godawful things in the name of love. All for what? I failed them, Joel. I couldn’t keep them alive. Kathleen and her people overthrew FEDRA. Myself and my family were at the top of her list. She butchered them. Made it a public spectacle all because I helped turn her brother in with Henry. Her brother was a good man, he didn’t deserve to die, but neither did my family.”

“So, you can sit there and judge me. Call me a rat, a selfish coward, but then what of you? What do you see when you look into the river and see your reflection? I know what I see, Joel Miller. I see a man who is afraid of his own dark truths. His own skeletons in his closet.”

It felt better than you had expected to get this all off your chest. To tell this man your truth. To tell him the reasons for your actions. To show him that you weren’t so different after all.

He wanted to be angry at you. He wanted to scream, spit out hurtful words to beat you down further. He was a hypocrite all along and he felt humiliated down to his bare bones.

“I’m sorry.” He finally spoke just above a whisper.

“You’re only sorry because I’ve put you into a position where you’ve been forced to humanize me, Joel. You’re not actually sorry. You just feel like you should be.” You shook your head.

“No, that’s..not true. Darlin’, you’re right. You’re right about all of it. You see a man afraid of his own dark truths. I am that man. I’m the man that couldn’t keep his daughter safe. I couldn’t save her and I blamed myself for it everyday since. I couldn’t stop my own brother from losin’ himself entirely. I’m the reason he joined the Fireflies. He wanted to make a difference in the world, and I wanted to destroy it. All of it. I’ve got more blood on my hands than you could possibly ever imagine. I hate you because I hate myself.” He admitted.

“And yet I don’t hate you, Joel. I should, but I don’t. I can’t. I can’t hate someone who I see myself in. The ugly bits of survival, the bloodshed, the sacrifice. It’s all the same. We’ll do anything for the ones we love. It doesn’t make you and I monsters. No matter what our minds tell us what we are, we know the truth. We are all just people.”

Joel swallowed the visible lump growing in his throat. He could feel tears begin to prick the corners of his eyes. He blinked them away. His fists clenched at his sides. His breath shuddered when he felt your warm palm encasing his wrist. His head snapped in your direction from the contact. Brows furrowed, lips parting, eyes wide like a deers.

“It’s okay, Joel.” You whispered.

He finally wept. Ugly, snot filled silent sobs that wrecked through his entire being. And you were still there alongside him. His tears were finally allowed to freely fall, and you didn’t judge him for it, and he didn’t judge you when your own began to drip down your cheeks.

His sudden need for comfort increased when he shakily brought his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Your cheek was squished against his chest. Your own arm draped around his middle, hand splayed across his covered stomach where you could feel each rise and fall of his lungs inhaling precious oxygen.

Sometimes human beings could find comfort in even those they viewed as strangers.

“Joel.” You whispered. Your tears had long since dried along your skin from the bitter cold. “What month do you think it is right now?”

He sniffled, gazing up at the night sky, and the millions of twinkling stars scattered about.

“December, I think.” He murmured softly.

“Oh,” you sighed, “I wonder if civilization still celebrates Christmas. I wonder if there’s any joy left in the world.”

You can feel his heartbeat through the layers he’s wearing. The subtle shift of his arm around you when it begins to grow numb from the position it’s locked in. He doesn’t let you go, however. He keeps holding you.

“I wonder that too, darlin.’” He rasped.

Your head lifts from laying against his chest. His eyes flicker down to yours. The embers from the fire still glow brightly, just enough that you can make out the warmth in his deep brown eyes as they land upon your face. “Well, if tonight happens to be Christmas Eve, then I wish you a Merry Christmas, Joel Miller.”

A smile tugs across the corner of his lips. His head dips down, lips brushing across your forehead in a tender sweep. “If tonight is Christmas Eve, then I wish you a Merry Christmas as well, darlin.’”

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[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Breakup smut pt 1 🫶🏾🥲

Poseidon x Fem Reader || NSFW || Warnings: body worship (hopefully lol), evil princess esque reader, but really youre just traumtized lol, repeated mentions of human sacrifice and the like, porn interlaced with plot, and kind of established relationship? Idk bro I obviously know nothing of relationships 🫠💔

A/N: I may have outdone myself

Your body is a temple, and Poseidon, the greatest of your devotees.

You are quite used to being worshipped. Back in the human world, your skin was kissed by peasants for good luck, and a strand of your hair was said to bring wealth upon families for generations. There was no shortage of adoration, for you were the blessed child, the one born to bare the gods' wrath like fine silks.

A very long and tedious way to say you were raised to be the human sacrifice, but you can't deny that it sounds better.

When the knife was raised, you knew at once you would not die. And when it lowered, you found yourself unsurprised that your skin stood strong as steel. The gods' wrath was not something that could be bested by mortal weaponry, it'd seem.

The resulting flash from impact left much of the happenings after as naught but a blur; how you got to Valhalla, and what happened to the villagers.

But it wasn't important to you anymore. You were no longer a scapegoat people could simply pin their fates on, a body to be slaughtered so others may live. Now, you were a true God, and the way the haughtiest of them all was gazing at you from his place at your feet proved it.

Eyes as cold and blue as a glacier were clouded with something akin to delusion. Obsession, perhaps. The way he couldn't keep his hands off you yet fought to follow your every order certainly lined up with such a trait.

As big a man as he is, even on his knees he'd dwarf you easily. Which is why you sat on a big throne- his throne, in fact. You find the sapphires and white gold compliment you quite nicely.

"May I taste you again?"

It made your head spin, the power you had in your lap. Your ascension to Godhood was accompanied by no powers; no super strength, no mental magic. All you had was your tongue, your body and your face. And with that alone, you've defeated one amongst the greatest of foes.

Your eyes are lowered to mere slits, a cocky sort of mischief darkening your irises and contorting your face.

"Do you truly believe you deserve a second taste?" The words slide off your tongue far too easily. If only you'd known the many ways you could use your power before... if only you'd always been a nasty bitch, maybe things would have turned out differently.

Oh well.

"Allow me to prove myself. Allow me to touch you, Princess. I will make you feel good."

You knew he would. He'd done it before. You'd seen stars when you came, felt muscles you've never used contract. It was pleasure so intense it almost pained you. You'd been quite vulnerable then.

But it was the sudden loss of control that put you on guard. For those moments, you were a weak human girl again, molden entirely by the people around you. If they wanted you happy, then you were. If they were scared, you were the brave one. If they needed a human sacrifice, you were it. If Poseidon wanted to make you cum, then you'd let him.

In the back of your mind, you knew that didn't make sense. But an emotion you didn't want to name pushed you to push him even harder.

"You will? Really? So much confidence... After your rather lackluster performance earlier, I can't quite say I'm ready and willing for you."

Poseidon was, at his core, a prideful God. For him to lower himself to his knees was already a great feat. But to gaze up at another? As they fix him with a disgust that was a cheap copy of his own? It was tearing apart the very foundations he'd built his persona around.

Poseidon was perfect. Everyone knew that. Perfect beings didnt bow to others– yet "may I's" left his throat in shards, like so much broken glass. And his knees were not used to such a position. The slow-creeping ache was deeply discomforting.

But your insult to his performance struck deep. A being incapable of subparness, being told he was a failure. Pride wasn't the only thing on the line here. It was his identity as a God itself that you've challenged.

"Watch, Princess. I shall wield your body as though you were waves at sea, and soon, you will know."

The sudden poetry left you speechless for once, allowing your legs to be spread as his lips crept up and over faded scars you still got insecure about. They were just slightly darker than your skin tone, and to you, stuck out like so many sore thumbs. They were ugly. But he kissed them with a reverence saved for something beautiful.

You hated this part; when his hands start to roam, and your mind, once so clear and your thoughts once so calculated, become muggy and muddled. He touched you with a gentleness you didn't think him capable of, as though you were something- someone -precious.

It's embarrassing to admit, but you're still quite new to the many facets of pleasure. Lust was never something you had a chance to indulge in. And now, under the slightest of pressure, you're left sensitive and open, your moans as common as flowers in the spring.

"P- Poseidon. Slow down..."

He was already going quite slow, and you realize that making him go slower was worse. His tongue dragged up your torso at a most agonizing pace, and the seconds it took him to slip your gown above your head felt like hours.

Now bare, the coldness of the room latched to your skin. You started to tremble, just slightly. If you'd been a bit more clear-headed, you would have forced yourself to stop. But Poseidon's mouth has found your tit, and he's got both hands at your hips kneading the skin like it'd make him cum. You never stood a chance.

You flinch, head thrown hard into the cushioned back of the throne as his tongue sucks on your nipple. He twirls it in his mouth, savoring the way your whimpers change in pitch when he runs his teeth over it. Part of him wants to bite hard, hear you squeal as pleasure mixes with the pain. He wants to feel your whole body jerk into his embrace, and hold you there while you suffer through it.

But the part that knows you knows you'd never recover from such a move. It'd be no fun to torture you if you'd become pliant after. He'd simply have to make you twitch in other ways.

His hands take more direct action as he lifts you up and into the air. You're balanced on his chest, and find yourself shy to be fully naked in front of him. You've had to bare yourself before crowds before, of course. But he was just one man, one God. You couldn't run from his eyes, from his hands, from his tongue. His attention was all on you, and you were far too aware of that fact.

Gosh, it made it no better that you were the only one naked.

"I-I demand you take your clothes off!" You meant to sound powerful, commanding, like earlier. But your voice broke and watered and you stuttered over your words and your face was getting hot and you couldn't look him in his eyes and holy hell. You weren't sure you could take much more of this.

"You demand me...?" You can feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest. However, it's rather inconvenient that your cunt is pressed so tightly to it. You almost sob out a moan at how good it feels. Your arousal was surely soaking through his robes, and you fear you'll pass out if you so much as glance at the stain you've made.

His deep voice has gained a tone of authority, much like the Poseidon everyone was used to. But it didn't thicken the air with his anger, like when he spoke to his brothers. It was cold and calm and calculated.

Where your authority faltered, his bloomed. It came naturally to him, of course. It made quite the farce out of your earlier bravado.

"Yes? I, I do. I do demand you!" You sound like a little kid. This is going terribly for you.

Poseidon doesn't answer you. He's still staring. His hands mold themselves into the fat of your ass, and the sensations leave you gripping his shoulders till the fabric rips, arching into his hold with full confidence he wouldn't let you fall.

You can't help but grind against his chest, just a little bit. It's muscular, but his pecs are soft like your own chest, and meld to your cunt so perfectly you can't help but chase the feeling. The thought to be embarrassed doesn't have time to cross your mind, as you're already long gone, riding the waves of pleasure to wherever they take you.

You're jostled suddenly, and you realize your eyes are closed when you open them and find Poseidon has retaken his rightful seat. You'd react, but he moves first. You're set down in his lap, all contact discontinued.

You feel... small. You now look up at him. And being that the chair was made for him, you find he looks far more regal than you ever could've. In seconds, you're transported back to that night. Being woken up from your bed in the middle of the night. Full restrained, your screams drowned out by the prayers they chanted as you were walked up the stairs towards the alter. Being laid flat along it, seeing the dried blood in the dim firelight. The way the knife gleamed under it.

Subconsciously, your hand moves above your heart, as if protecting it. The knife never struck home. But you're feeling pains as if it did.

Soft lips along your cheeks make you realize you're crying.

The stoicism hasn't left his features, but deep in his eyes you notice something deeper than admiration. Something that far surpassed the superficial love a devotee has for a God. This was a love for equals. For people who have seen each other, known each other's souls like they know each other's skin, who's loyalty isn't out of duty or convenience, but out of the most genuine of cares.

You find yourself standing up and leading him to the bedroom.

On the mattress, you see eye to eye. He's bared his skin for you. You got to watch as he did it. Waning candle light flickered across pale skin as he slowly loosened his fabrics. He enjoyed the hunger in your eyes. You enjoyed feeling hungry. It'd felt forbidden to want for yourself. But now, you let your greed consume you. And consume it did.

You basically drooled as the folds slid down his hips. His cock was soon exposed, and the red, throbbing tip made your mouth water. His thighs were sticky with precum, and now that you look, you weren't the only one leaving stains on clothes.

You found him gorgeous. Ever last inch of him was pure and perfect, the very image of Godhood. From his perfect golden curls to the deepness of his gaze and the stony expression on his face to match.

You wished you could tell him all this and more. Instead, when he approaches you, you kiss it into his skin.

You're maneuvered slowly onto your back. Kisses that felt like prayers rained down by the dozens. Open mouthed, wet, messy. His love for your body was so strong it seeped into you. Suddenly, you loved the skin you were in, loved it for everything its lasted through, loved it for being the temple he prayed at. His reverence was a clear sign he intended to finish what you started earlier- showing you how a perfect God pleases his partner.

All at once you were eaten. The teeth of desire are sunken deep into your flesh, your arousal drunken like water in a desert of lust. He was everywhere and you were nowhere, you were a map, and him a traveler determined to explore every corner. You never knew you could feel so many sensations at once. It was wonderful and terrifying and your hips were moving on their own and you could barely hear your thoughts over your own moans and-

"Ohhh..."

His tongue is inside you and his thumb is at your clit. His other hand palms your breast. Whatever spot he just hit triggered something to explode deep inside you, and you were cumming across his tongue before even you knew it.

You trembled hard, but his hands held you steady at the waist. If you saw stars last time, the whole universe has now spread itself out before you. Galaxies boasted a beauty you couldn't comprehend for mere seconds before you were dropped back on Earth, panting and sweating and surely out of your mind.

Your lover rises, and you find he looks rather good with your cum running down his chin. His whole chest was wet, and not long ago at all that would have left you feeling embarrassed. But right now, all you felt was a sense of rightness.

Pride bloomed alongside it when you see he'd blown his load all over his own thighs and the bed. He came untouched. And that was your doing. ♥︎

He hadn't softened even a bit though. He was looking at you like you were some kind of savior, and it made your cunt throb that much harder in anticipation.

"Poseidon...My love?"

Your tone was innocent, but one look at your face revealed the act for what it was. Your intentions were unholy despite the obvious irony of that, but as long he'd indulge, you could care less.

"I may not bend oceans to my will, nor be experienced in the wielding of the skin nor the sword..."

"But I find you've broken a spell over me tonight. The shackles of my past shan't hold me anymore. For the first time since that night, I have left the altar. I have left the false throne I'd known most of my life, and come to you not as a figurehead, nor a Princess, but as myself. I do not order, but ask: allow me to prove myself. Allow me to touch you. I, too, will make you feel good."

Your question is not answered with words, but a kiss. One as soft as a feather, and as sweet as freedom.

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A/N: This came to me in a wretched vision this very night, believe me or not. Will I spellcheck this? I'll see after I add tags. Will I edit and sharpen this? I'll see when I'm spellchecking. Enjoy.

[kitsuvil]

— plus one 【picturesque/ayato smau】

【 masterlist 】 there is a written portion here after the first 6 photos!!

“I know I said I'll cling onto you the whole event, but I didn't expect to actually be forced into doing that,” I grumbled as my grip on Ayato's tan suit jacket grew tighter. “It's so crowded…” Before I had the opportunity to react, my hand shifted away from the cloth texture and was replaced by the feeling of cool and gentle skin. “In that case, I believe holding my hand will prove to be more effective," Ayato chuckled. I highly doubt anything like that will make this more effective. If only a great technique to raise my heartbeat, but a heart attack is not what we're aiming for here. We weren't at the event early, but I wouldn't say we were late either, so the number of people already here was astonishing.

"Is there a corner with fewer people we can rest at?" I peeked out from behind Ayato's shoulder. "There should be. Come with me," he began to move forward through the crowd. I had no choice but to be dragged along, though it wasn't nearly as unpleasant as I had expected. He already knew his way around these events, so it made sense that I would look like a lost dog in comparison.

"I almost regret agreeing to come with you." A pout showed up on my face as we finally found an area against a wall that wasn't so densely populated. "Don't worry, it's only like this until everyone gets situated. However, if you want to leave early at any point, just let me know. This is a lot for someone's first time at an event like this." The smile on Ayato's face felt like honey, so much that it almost made me forget why I was overwhelmed in the first place. "I just have to remember everyone is here to bond over photography, and then I'm golden... I think."

"You think? Haha," Ayato chuckled, covering his face with his palm as if he was pretending he didn't find my misery funny. "Hey," my pout grew ever stronger. "It's okay. I understand. There were days when I thought the older photographers were going to maul me like a pack of aggressive bears. Of course, I was only in my late teens at the time. It takes experience, which is why I'm willing to let you hold my hand through this... There was nobody to hold mine when I was alone trying to pave my path through these crowds."

I stayed silent for a moment. There was plenty of time to ponder over his words later, but I couldn't help chewing my lip over them now. It was a reminder that he wasn't so different from me, regardless of our status or position in anything. We were both just photographers, and we happened to become friends, too.

"I remember when I first started taking my photography classes at the Uni. It wasn't too unlike what you're describing now. I was seated next to someone who worked so hard that I thought my brain was going to explode when I peeked at their computer screen."

"But isn't that similar to you now? Working so hard to create a photobook, pushing along through your classes, balancing everything your heart desires. I'm sure even [Name] from the past worked equally hard."

"Then it seems both of us are ever-growing and tweaking our skill," I turned my head to face Ayato instead of the various tables with food I was staring at in order to avoid making eye contact with the man next to me. "Why did you really take me here, instead of your sister or one of your friends?"

"What I already told you is true. I think it can open a lot of doors for you. It might be slightly selfish of me, but I want to make sure your goals are ones you can achieve. Because your future matters to me in that aspect."

Just as quickly as my mouth opened to respond and question Ayato further, it went closed again. There was a crowd of people heading over at full speed now that the event was finally settling into place. Perhaps now wasn't the right time for this conversation. I tried to back away and distance myself from Ayato as the people grew closer, afraid of getting in the way, but I didn't get far before I felt a tug on my hand. By 'not far', I meant not even a single step away.

"I thought you wanted someone to keep the anxieties at bay? Don't say a word about the people coming over, I'll handle them. You only need to listen and stick close, [Name]." Ayato's hand was closed on mine, squeezing it so that I couldn't leave, and the smile on his face never faltered. Neither did his attempt at pulling me closer towards him. So he was serious. Right. The whole reason for me being here was to become comfortable with this community, so it makes sense for me to stick around.

But why was he so painfully insistent, and why was his grip on my hand so comforting, and why did his cologne smell as nice as it did? Why did his voice echo through my skull like smooth water running down a creek? Why was his proximity to me like a warm blanket on a winter night, even when he was the one who pulled me so close when I tried to step away?

"So you all have been gossiping about who I choose to bring to my events like it's any of your business? However, if your interest longs to be satiated so strongly, this is a close friend of mine who is working on diving into the photography world. Treat them with as much respect as you would with me." Ayato was beside me, but for most of this interaction, it sounded like he was miles away. To jump into something as large as this, I felt both thrilled and privileged. But I couldn't swallow the lump in my throat that was fear of too much eyes on me, anxiety that my talent wasn't good enough to even be here.

"Would you like some refreshments? We have sparkling wine, as well as tomato sandwiches personally made by our gourmet chef." The staff member brought my attention back to reality as they offered me a few treats from a platter. "I'm alright, but thank you." I shook off any remaining negative thoughts that were floating around with a deep breath. That was when I realized half of the eyes around us that I originally thought were staring at us with critique and judgment were actually giving looks of bewilderment, almost like they were admiring gazes.

"Don't they look like a power couple?" Two nearby women's conversation faded in through my ears. "I see it. The way Mr. Kamisato is holding their hand... There's no way they're not a couple, right?"

Okay. Maybe not the conversation I want to be eavesdropping on. I tried to grab my hand and shake it away from Ayato's, but it was to no avail. "Is there something wrong?" He looked back at me after waving away a photographer I recognized as the creator of one of the photobooks I had at home, sitting in my dorm room. "No, I guess not... Just how high popularity are some of these people?..." I mumbled. "I think the fact I'm here says enough," Ayato silently laughed, regaining his posture quickly after.

"Can't believe I forgot you're the infamous Kamisato Ayato, pfft," I laughed as some of the pressure dropped off my shoulders. "Only to the majority of people here. To you, I'm just Ayato."

Maybe it wouldn't be too much of a pain to get used to this.

— ruptured appendix situation still going strong but i had to bust out this chapter LOL hopefully the written portion serves as a little treat bc i'm gonna cry myself to sleep if nobody likes it /j, i love it and that's all that matters. ayato is so hot.

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It only took one time for Steve and Eddie to pair up for the buddy system to make Eddie want to be paired up with Steve a lot more. He was shocked when they not only got a lot of things done, like finding clues, paying attention to details, putting together the pieces that they found and would essentially lead them in the right direction. Eddie saw Steve in a new light now and he didn’t understand how the group could down play him when he’s been nothing but helpful, sometimes he would find things that even Eddie would have never noticed if it wasn’t for him. Without even thinking about it Eddie felt comfortable praising Steve for being so sharp and throwing in small compliments because it just seemed like that was the right thing to do. It shocked him when Steve looked at him with wide eyes, admitting that he’s never gotten positive feedback for the things he’s done. Eddie thought that had to be bullshit because Steve had to be used to the ‘thank you’s’ from the group and he’s trying to be humble about but he admitted to Eddie that he doesn’t get that. He noticed that in the upside down after defeating the bats Steve was in a hurry to thank him, Eddie saw this as fake due to the fact that he truly believed that Steve prove she could hold his own and he’s positive that he has in the past. With all of this being added to the slow build up of their friendship Eddie always jumped up at the opportunity to be by Steve’s side just to lift him for every little thing he did and it made him feel good when Steve would naturally follow him whenever the group split up.

When the group had came up with a plan that involved searching a building or any area that required the to go with separate teams Steve and Eddie were already attached at the hip before anything could be said.

“Everybody can check upstairs while me and Eddie will stay downstairs.” Steve spoke up. It caught everyone off guard because his usual partner was always Dustin but lately it hasn’t. Dustin furrowed his brows feeling a little down about Steve’s quick decision.

“Okay, well let’s start looking. If you guys find anything just holler out.” Nancy said firmly. Her and Robin went upstairs then Lucas and max followed them. Dustin stayed downstairs with Steve and Eddie assuming all three of them would stay together.

“Alright then, that leaves us with all of this to search.” Steve said while motioning his hand towards the room that they were in. He didn’t say anything else and automatically went looking for anything of importance. Dustin was about to follow him before Eddie stopped with a hand on his shoulder.

“Henderson, me and Harrington got this. Why don’t you go and help them out upstairs.” Eddie tried to be subtle with his approach, he loved seeing Steve and Dustin be a duo he really did but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of how their bickering affected Steve sometimes. It started to become so much that Steve would just get random jabs even if he wasn’t saying anything. Dustin frowned, he didn’t understand what Eddie had in mind.

“But I haven’t been paired with Steve in weeks.” Dustin complained. Eddie knew was true and he kept that in mind when he made his decision to be Steve’s partner majority of the time, in his head giving Steve just a little bit of reassurance during everything that has happened felt right.

“I know. After today I’ll let you two do your thing, I promise.” Eddie smiled at Dustin who was still a little heartbroken but he understood. He turned away to head upstairs leaving Steve and Eddie alone.

While they searched down stairs Steve started opening up about himself and his family, almost in a ranting way which Eddie let him because he was too lost being in awe to even say anything. Eddie chimed in with his own experiences with his families and both of them came to the conclusion that their upbringings were really shitty even if they were polar opposite’s they related to each other in many different ways. Eddie found himself slowly falling for Steve after every conversation and he knew the land would be hard but he couldn’t control the way he felt. Whenever Steve was looking for something in a room he would turn his attention away from it to looks at Eddie who would be standing across the room and give him a soft smile before turning attention back to whatever he was doing. Eddie blushed hard afterwards, his entire body became weak and Steve had no idea what he was doing to Eddie. In the middle of being flustered by Steve, Eddie found something that was related to what they were looking and he snapped back into reality.

“Harrington, I think I found something.” Eddie whispered. Steve ran to him and stood behind him to look over his shoulder. Eddie could feel how close Steve was to him making his heart beat extremely fast. He shivered slightly when Steve leaned forward to get a closer look at their discovery while rubbing against Eddie’s back.

“Huh, this is probably give us hint about Vecna’s next move. Wait a second,” Steve said before running to where he standing previously then grabbed a piece of paper. He returned to Eddie’s side with the paper in his hand and both of them analyzed it. “I was reading this earlier and it matched the clues that we found back in Hawkins. Maybe there’s more connected to this but with this we’re already off to a great start.”

“You’re right. We make a damn good team.” Eddie joked. His eyes met Steve’s and both of them started smiling. Soft laughs escaping their lips. Eddie didn’t realize how close they were to each other until he turned around to look at Steve and now they would be face to face.

“We do.” Steve said in a tone a little lower than his usual one and Eddie’s stomach started doing flips. Eddie couldn’t stop his eyes from looking at Steve’s lips as silence fell over them and slowly the gap between started to close. He had so many thoughts running through his head but kissing Steve was definitely the most bizarre one.

“Steve-“

Eddie was interrupted by the group running down the stairs to tell them what they had found. Steve and Eddie separated from each other quickly and created a suspicious amount of space between them. Everyone could tell that something was off with two since they’ve never acted like that before. Eddie didn’t know what Steve had felt in that moment but if was anything like the way he was feeling then they needed to talk about at some point and the next time they paired would probably be the perfect time.

[romantique-dreams]

IT'S GONNA KILL ME - E.M (VOLUME TWO)

summary: you knew that any words that came out of eddie's mouth were too go to be true, but he was proving your theory correct with any chance he could get. two could play that game.

w.c: 7.1k

warnings: SMUT. 18+ MDNI!!!. angst, swearing, drinking, party scene, mentions of being drunk, p in v, overstimulation, oral (m & f receiving), throatfucking, bondage (a belt), dom!eddie, fuckboy!eddie (all kinds of ! eddies), reader getting hurt during intercourse, unprotected sex, creampie. this is all i can think of and see for right now and i will update as necessary!

it’s gonna kill me vol. 1 (here)!

authors note at the end, pls read <3

It was easy to say the last three weeks between you and Eddie were less than eventful. You were both back to the intolerable normality of meet up and fuck, which slowly came to a stop; no obvious signs, no gentle touches, not even a kiss goodbye. You didn’t feel very exclusive to him, regardless of his last words to you that night.

You should’ve known better— should’ve expected it from him. He wasn’t hard to read, he was a guarded person who had fortified armies around his very being. He didn’t feel remorse, he basically didn’t feel anything, which was only evident from the glimpse of him with another girl in the woods ravaging at his neck just as you had done—eyes laced with sacrilegious intent.

You could tell from the way his eyes pierced blazing holes into you that he never meant a word of what he said. 

It was about time you ventured to someone different, someone with no attachments, someone you had barely known. It was the perfect opportunity to release all the anger pent up inside of you, transfer it into this poor human being looking for no more than a good fuck. Chris didn’t know what he was getting himself into, he thought he had bagged a horny babe looking for hookups—little did he know he was trespassing. 

You and Chris had tentatively planned to go to a party you both just happened to get an invite to, which meant the two of you were in an awkward limbo until you were positive you wanted to be seen with him in public. You and Chris were not together, no one had seen you together, and you weren’t a couple; but people in Hawkins loved to shoot the shit. It was a never ending cycle of sneaking around to avoid the judgmental looks sent your way from the ruthless citizens that resided within. 

You and Chris had tentatively planned to go to a party you both just happened to get an invite to, which meant the two of you were in an awkward limbo until you were positive you wanted to be seen with him in public. You and Chris were not together, no one had seen you together, and you weren’t a couple; but people in Hawkins loved to shoot the shit. It was a never ending cycle of sneaking around to avoid the judgmental looks sent your way from the ruthless citizens that resided within. 

Ultimately, you decided to go to the party with Chris—god forbid if anyone saw you there together. You already mapped out your plan for the night: you would arrive with Chris, go “get a drink”, and just happen to get lost. Your interest in him had waned and he was pretty annoying. It wasn’t a well thought out plan, but this man was dense.

―

It was about twenty til eight, just about the time he was supposed to be picking you up. On cue, his headlights were flashing through your living room windows, casting a warm glow on everything that lay untouched. You were usually home by yourself and things began to collect dust. Your parents were away more often than not on various trips, meetings and vacations they claimed their job sent them on. Sometimes, they went away for entire weekends to visit your brother in Pennsylvania, leaving you on your own. You didn’t mind though, you liked your alone time.

You gathered your wallet and house keys in one hand and finished the fruity drink you called your pregame, which was clutched in your other, and discarded it as you walked out the front door, making sure to lock it behind you. The chill winter wind bit at the apples of your cheeks with a shade of rouge covering your skin as your breath fanned out in front of you, only to be left behind you with each quick step towards Chris’ car. Winter had just set in the dreary land of Indiana and soon enough the roads would be too treacherous to venture out onto. 

“Hey there, sweetheart.” Chris shot you a wink as you shut the passenger door behind you and you fought to hold back the gag that threatened to force its way out at the blazen ick he gave you

You were always the one throwing around pet names, but now you hated them. The very thought of a title being put in place instead of your name made your whole body cringe—it was never the same after things were cut off with Eddie. You grew to hate the very thought of being with someone romantically, and frankly you didn’t care about others anymore. Since then Chris was always the middleman between you and your constant inner quarrel with your feelings, doggedly taking the brunt of it.

“Hey.” It was all you could give to him. 

Chris was fast to put the car into drive and head to the party. The radio was playing low as the defroster worked double time to keep up with the cold air, preventing it from fogging up and distorting the driver’s view. Soft tunes reverberated from the sides and the back of the car as you fiddled with the hem of your sweater. 

“I wonder how many people are gonna be there tonight considering the roads are absolute shit.”

Out of all things Chris could’ve been good at—it was small talk. He was the type of person to never leave you alone, silence was not his thing, and you hated that. You knew it wasn’t his fault. He’d seen every inch of you clothed and completely naked, so what was the issue? What was your problem? 

“‘M not sure, hopefully not too many people with how cramped Lacy’s trailer already is.”

Lacy was a distant friend, yet a decent one at that. The two of you didn’t always talk but made time for the annual get together, consisting of talking shit about fellow schoolmates and complaining about home lives. It was the one thing you seemed to look forward to.

Chris took your small replies as a notion to cease the small talk and focus on the road. It wasn’t too long until the snow covered sign of the Forest Hills Trailer Park came into view and you were pulling into the drive. Previous car tracks surrounded by the wintry mix led to the back of the second set of living quarters, while shoe prints and red solo cups littered the outskirts. 

Plenty of unfamiliar faces were staggered around the front of Lacy’s trailer, all accompanied by a significant other or friends, none recognizable though. Most of the guests were clad in their winter attire with the bottom halves of their faces covered by the wool scarves their mothers made them, no doubt. It was a trailer party, after all. 

—

Eddie fucking hated parties, they weren’t his forte, neither were small spaces in general—so you can only imagine how a party in a trailer was going to go. Unlucky enough for him it was a brisk three minute walk down the unpaved road to get there.

Eddie weighed out his options on what the night could possibly have in store for him: getting drunk (that was a must), skipping out and going to The Hideout, fucking some random, lighting up in his van at the quarry—really anything to get him out of his damned trailer. He definitely wasn’t planning on having a companion for the party, nor was he planning on going home with anybody—but drunk Eddie was the worst at sticking to his planned agenda. 

He made a swift beeline to the drinks while his eardrums shrieked in terror at the god awful music they were playing. Rock Me Amadeus by Falco was not on his party playlist. 

The assortment of alcohol that lay before him wasn’t very vast; wine coolers, hard liquor, and natty light. Trailer party. He went with hard liquor, anything to not have the taste of perfume or cat piss, an unwelcoming yet unsurprising taste for the quality of beer, lingering in his mouth. 

He even took a shot. Or, it was supposed to be one. One turned into multiple shots of lukewarm whiskey, but one thing about Eddie was that he could hold his liquor in ways others couldn’t. He may have been on the skinny side, not much meat to him, but plenty of nights at The Hideout while trying to shake pre-show jitters was enough to condition him. 

Alas, nothing had been stimulating him well enough and he quickly grew bored, which ultimately led to him taking a step outside on the front porch to light the pre-roll he had with him. He never left home without one—even when home was a couple of yards away. His motto was always you never know when you might need to show up and toke up. 

As he took long drags from his joint, his last exhale caught in his throat and his eyes trailed to the end of Lacy’s driveway, finding you almost instantaneously. Tears were brimming at his lash line as he tried to clear the burning in his throat, coughing up a lung—smooth move, Eddie. 

You were placed under Chris’ arm like a new found toy he couldn’t wait to show off, but your face said what you didn’t need to. Your lips were pressed into a tight line and your eyes stayed harsh. Eddie could see you were unhappy and couldn’t help but feel resentment within him starting to bubble. Although, it was pretty fucking funny to see you with Chris out of all people—lord knows that man didn’t even know what a vagina looked like. The jealousy didn’t last long, pity soon took over, and he couldn’t help but feel for you. There was no way Chris was pleasing you, satisfying you the way you deserved. 

Eddie removed himself from the situation before you could notice him and made his way back inside with a gameplan. If you could show up with someone else knowing Eddie would be there, he was going to find someone too.

It didn’t require much effort to find a desperate girl looking for a dick to grind on, then again, he was pretty charming when his high was doing the talking for him.

—

You wrapped your arms around your exposed torso, compensating for the lack of fabric since you had opted for a smaller shirt—hoping to bring some sort of spice to your night. Chris attached himself to your hip and grabbed your arm as he led you to the front. You really weren’t in the mood for being paraded around, nor were you willing to deal with the quizzical looks or questions of whether you two were together or not so you were in a foul mood. Definitely shouldn’t have come with him.

The two of you ventured your way inside as waves of bodies crashed into one another in the tight space. Music resounded off the walls while the very picture frames holding sacred memorabilia rattled. As the bass crept into the tattered wood, the paneling of the walls squeaked and you could feel every step of the other partygoers. 

“I’m gonna go grab a drink, I’ll be back.” 

You were grabbing a drink, but you sure as hell weren’t coming back for Chris.

You sighed to yourself as your eyes scanned the excited crowd of inebriated teenagers, shuffling your way into the kitchen. The counters were littered with alcohol; while most of the bottles were tipped on their sides, the remaining liquor poured out onto the laminate tops, subsequently covering every item in a sticky glaze. 

You decided to pour yourself a drink from a bottle containing blue liquid rather than opting for the spiked punch that seemed to make an appearance at every get together. You took a few sips of your liquor as a familiar warmth coated your throat and you were pleased it didn’t taste disgusting, a content sigh leaving your lips after you finished off the rest. 

It didn’t take long for a few more cups of liquor to hit your system and leave you with a floaty buzz that lingered in your actions— rendering you quick to forget Chris had been your plus one. 

A familiar voice traveled through your ears and sent a pang to your chest as you eavesdropped into a conversation nearby. 

“We can totally go back to my place, yeah? No pet names though, or any funny business like that. Just this once, ‘kay?”

You could feel the resentment in this man’s voice. 

“Haha, yeah, totally.” The female drunkenly giggled.

Your features dropped, a frown contorting onto your lips.

Eddie.

This is bullshit, absolutely not.

You poured yourself a fresh cup of a red wine that was untouched and mustered up all the courage left in you to turn the corner in an abrupt motion. You were holding the cup out in front of you with only a soft grip on it, any quick movement was sure to knock it onto whoever it came in contact with. The scarlet liquid proceeded to spill all down the front of the ‘innocent’ victim, a groan of disgust leaving the male’s lips. 

“Oops?” You mocked as you looked the person up and down with a scowl and shrug of your shoulders.

“Are you fucking serious?” 

Your eyes blinked rapidly trying to clear the blurred vision that distorted Eddie’s figure.

“Looks like you have a little something on you there, need me to help?” 

He snarled through gritted teeth as his hands balled into tight fists. “No, actually we were just leaving. I don’t need your help, she can help me.”

Eddie wrapped his hand around the drunk female’s arm and yanked harshly, eyes burning into you as you stood with your mouth agape.

“Yeah, alright! Go ahead! Fuck her, sounds like a plan. Not like you said you’ll be exclusively seeing me or anything—I was the best one you had, nah.” Your tongue was laced with venom and your blood boiled beneath your skin. 

You could visibly see Eddie’s body tense up as the words hit him. You could see each syllable savor within his being. His grip was loosened immediately and the girl’s arm was thrown back to her side as he charged towards you. In one swift motion your wrist was enveloped in his large grasp and you were being rushed away to the backyard of the trailer—his trailer visible from where you two were. 

“What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Why don’t you tell me, Eddie?” All emphasis was pushed onto his name.

“I have no fucking clue,” he drawled, “I saw you were here with Chris anyways, why don’t you go find him? Go fuck him, huh?” His finger drilled directly into your chest. 

You cackled in disbelief. “You think I want to be here with Chris? How stupid do you really have to be to think I want to be at a party with Chris?”

Eddie’s hands fell beside him, gripping the fabric from his denim jacket while his knuckles turned white. 

He knew you didn’t want to be at the party with Chris, but it was really all he could use against you considering the circumstances—he was the one who left you hanging.

“Are you just going to sit here and bitch at me, or go fuck Hannah and Emily? Or god knows who?” You spat at him as your face was riddled in disbelief that he had the nerve to confront you about Chris.

“Can you just shut the fuck up for two seconds? Like is that a thing you can do?” Eddie glared.

“No, actually I can’t. Do you want to know why?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, good. I was going to tell you anyway.” 

“You were the one who told me I was the best. You were the one who said you exclusively see me. How I am acting, Eddie, is completely your fault, and you’re too self centered to even notice anything!” 

By then your hands were trembling and your words were flying out faster than your mouth could form them.

Eddie stood unphased as you unleashed on him. He knew he was in the wrong, but it's what he did, and you should’ve known that. 

“Oh look at me! My name’s Y/N and all I want is a boyfriend to care for me and kiss the soles of my feet because I’m just such a lovely lady! Eddie’s the perfect candidate! He loves me, and I know he does! He’s just the best!” Eddie mocked, voice significantly a few octaves higher, “you’re a fucking idiot. If you would’ve opened your eyes for just one second outside of me fucking you, you would’ve realized I’m one of the most unavailable people in all of Hawkins! You just don’t want to accept I didn’t want you.”

He was lying to you and himself. 

The air between the both of you grew hotter as you invaded each other’s space. The veins in his neck bulged and your face flushed red hot as you screamed at one another—chests heaving and hearts racing.

“Pah! You’re hilarious—are you a comedian?” You almost fell forward from the outburst of laughter that left your mouth. 

“Shut your mouth, Y/N. I swear to god if people see us having a lovers quarrel at this party—” He trailed off while he snatched a hand over your mouth.

You ripped Eddie’s hand off of your mouth and glared.

“We’re not lovers. You don't do that, remember? And the reason why we’re even having this quarrel is because of you! You’re too fucking selfish, you say you don’t want me but you roped me into this. All of a sudden it’s such an issue that I’m pissed off and here with someone else, who I don’t even really want to be here with—but why would that even matter? Unless you care, and you’re too worried about what I would think, hm?” 

Eddie snickered as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. “That’s a good one, Y/N. Now you’re the comedian!”

“Hilarious, I know." You deadpanned.

Eddie stood before you, eyebrows quirked as his nostrils flared with vexation. You could see his heartbeat bounding off of the alabaster skin of his neck that was riddled in marks from various women. Eddie was out of his element—he was never the one at a loss for words. His thumbs twiddled beneath him with each corner of his thumbs inflamed from the incessant picking at them that he was doing.

“Alright since I’ve struck you speechless, here’s what you’re gonna do,” you paused as you snapped in front of his face with curtness, “You’re taking me back to your trailer. Do you copy, Edward?”

His only response was a stiff nod.

—

The silence between the two of you was deafening. Nothing could resolve the insufferable tinnitus that played between your ears; not  the booms from the attendees, and not even the roars of the engines going up and down the drive. 

There was a significant amount of distance between you and Eddie as you walked—he stayed on his side and you stayed on yours, reluctant to not have any lingering touches of each other's hands swaying back and forth. 

Eddie’s features were hardened; his lips showed no emotion, his eyes stayed lidded to the ground, while the muscles of his jaw tensed with every step he took. Eddie was uncomfortable, and he really did not want to do this—so why was he letting you coerce him into this? It couldn’t have been the way he was drawn to you, nor the way you made him realize what he had wanted. 

According to Eddie there was absolutely no way possible his fortified armies were surrendering. He saw no tattered white flag being waved around his heart, and there wasn’t ever going to be one at that. Those armies surrounding his heart were to stay on full lockdown, but they could for only a small amount of time until you started treading through No Man’s Land.

Your army consisted of you, and only you. You tore through endless cities while you left a warpath in your wake as you came to your final destination—Eddie. 

As you stumbled upon the steps leading into Eddie’s trailer you pondered at who might’ve been here when you weren’t. Could it have been Pam Macy, or Chissy? Or god forbid Lacy? 

You inhaled deeply through your nose as the familiar scent of his humble abode tickled your senses, his trailer hadn’t changed much. The numerous caps on the wall that collected dust lay in the same spots they were while the coffee table littered with taxes and bills remained unkempt. Dashes of empty beer cans and microwaveable dinners lay across the counters as you strode by to his room. You even made sure you were careful enough to not step on any of the land mines of dirty clothes that trailed back. You paid no mind to the disarray that was his trailer though, you knew they were scraping by for all they could.

“Alright, why are we here?” He stared at you quizzically as his left hip popped out—a nervous habit he developed from his unsteady childhood.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?” You drawled while making yourself comfortable on his bed, a bed that was all too familiar to you by now.

“Jesus christ, Y/N,” he huffed, “I’m so sick of this back and forth. You tell me this shit is my fault, then you don’t elaborate. And then to top it all off you turn around and attempt to interrogate me as if I can follow all of the incoherent sentences that come out of your fucking mouth!”

Ouch. That was a low blow and he knew it.

You couldn’t stand the way he talked to you, but his strong stature lured you in. All dignity that was left within you circled the drain by the second until it completely left your body and seeped into the floor, leaving a mortifying puddle at your feet. Your bottom lip trembled as you swiftly made your way over to Eddie, hoping he wouldn’t murder you for what you were about to do.

You raised your left hand and wound it back as if it was under tension until the spring let loose in your elbow and the flat of your palm came in contact with Eddie’s cheek. A welt and imprint of your hand formed almost immediately while you were able to notice small blood vessels bursting under his skin, interrupting his ivory complexion.

Eddie stood unphased as the only noticeable feature were his eyes darkening underneath the dim light of his lamp. 

A malicious smirk spread across his face as he soothed his cheek with his left hand—cool rings bringing comfort to the sting. 

In a blur Eddie’s free hand attached to the nape of your neck simultaneously drawing you closer. 

Well this certainly wasn’t the plan.

Both of your hands reached to grab at his wrist that strained under the pressure of pulling you closer while all of your attempts to get him to detach failed. His grip trailed to the front of your neck now, still no words being spoken from either party. 

“Eddie—,”

“Shut up.”

With little to no effort, similar to if you were a rag doll, you were tossed onto the bed—and Eddie was quick to follow up. He slotted himself above you, his face as though it was chiseled from the marble the Greek’s used.

With one finger he gestured up and down your quivering figure, “do not move.”

All color drained from your cheeks as Eddie worked at your hands with his belt which resulted in you losing any leverage. A carnal instinct was inhabiting itself inside of Eddie, burrowing deep within his skin and trumping any sense of remorse that lingered. 

The constant turmoil that festered inside of him when he looked at you was truly the worst, he had never been so at war with his mind before. Both battalions in each hemisphere of his brain were waiting for the next command, armed and dangerous as they defended their morals. The morals in question were whether or not Eddie was to give up his deadbeat persona of being the ‘sex god of Hawkins’, or finally surrendering and telling himself to raise up his white flag  just for you. By the end of the night either side would come out victorious; however, it may not happen the way he hoped for.

This back and forth the two of you were doing was sending him into a spiral, the real culprit being his feelings that he dreaded, but it wasn’t going to stop him. Eddie planned on getting what he wanted regardless of how he had to do it. That thing he wanted lay in front of him on the bed with big doe eyes piercing through him, wrists bound, lips pouting—just the way he preferred. You.

Eddie danced his fingers along the curvature of your hips to your waist, finally stopping at their final destination on your supple lips. He pried your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb and gently swiped it across, resulting in a small bounce back from them since his hands had been clammy. He could feel your body quivering beneath him as he was still hovering over you; scared of what was to come. 

With both hands he ravaged at your shirt, you were sure it was going to tear from the brute force he applied. You could hear the seams popping as he worked around your bound wrists—until you couldn’t. Your bare chest was displayed (much to his liking), nipples budding at the bite of the cold air that engulfed his trailer; Wayne hadn’t paid the electric bill this week. You could feel the intensity of Eddie’s stare as it trailed from your navel only to stop at your neck, his eyes bulging out of his head almost instantly. 

A familiar heat rose from the floor and into Eddie as his pupils blew and his jaw clenched. 

Were those marks from Chris? 

Eddie huffed through his nose and jolted towards you, never missing a beat as he grabbed your chin between his fingers to pull you to him.

“So now you’re letting Chris touch you? Unbelievable,” he scoffed as he tossed your face to the side in revulsion. 

“I—,” you choked.

“What did I say?”

Your eyes fluttered down in defeat. You could see the rise and fall of Eddie’s chest with each sharp inhale and exhale that he took; he was fuming. You hated letting Chris touch you, let alone just look at you, but you still had needs that required being tended to—but Eddie wasn’t going to listen.

The rest of your garments were quickly discarded by him to the floor as his followed right behind. He placed both hands on your inner thighs, his fingertips leaving indents in your pliable flesh. Eddie pried your legs apart, salivating at the sight of your bareness before him, this was his favorite part; you were vulnerable and you couldn’t do anything about it. His mouth attached to where your thigh and pelvis met while he suckled and nipped at the skin with intent to leave a trail behind.

To say Eddie was fuming at the thought of Chris’ mouth on your body was the understatement of the year. Granted, Eddie was the one who did leave you, and the one who led you on—but he never expected you to go out and fuck someone else. He was too strung up in the fact he thought he had you wrapped around his finger, but yet again, he was wrong. 

Each reminder fueled his malicious intentions with you tonight, each becoming stronger than the last. His mind spun as he began to feast on your core. You were dripping from the force he was using on you, and you tasted divine. He had been starved of this, starved of you—completely malnourished that just the taste of you sent him into a ravenous disposition of no return. 

He lapped up all that he could before prodding into your hole with the tip of his tongue, each stroke deeper than the last. Eddie hovered his thumb around the hood of your clit, only gently flicking when he reentered his tongue to match the pace of his thrusts.

“Dear lord,” you mumbled out breathily.

Eddie worked and worked at you while you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Profanities slipped past your gaped lips and hung in the air that surrounded you two; and the scent of sex, weed, and sweat wasn’t following too far after. Your wrists were still bound in front of you and within no time the handcuff links started to bite at the delicate skin around them, leaving small—but noticeable—irritated splits in place. You yearned to lace your fingers throughout his locks that cascaded down his shoulders and hung besides his chiseled cheeks but you were rendered helpless. 

There had been multiple chances for you to have had your release by now, but Eddie wasn’t going to be generous with you tonight. He could feel you clench your walls around him and hear your breath hitch in your throat, yet was quick to halt all movements he was making so your orgasm would dissipate. It was borderline torture what he was doing to you, and you couldn’t take it any longer. You needed a break—your body needed a break. 

“Good god Eddie,” you writhed under the harsh grip he had on your thighs, “it’s too much. T-too sensitive, please. Please for god’s sake.”

Your chest heaved with each syllable as your eyes fluttered to the back of your head, only the small galaxies that rippled across the back of your eyelids keeping you grounded.

Eddie’s eyebrow quirked up at your pathetic pleading, able to decipher what you needed without you elaborating. The male grabbed your hips and slung you to the edge of the bed on your back so your head was hanging off, hair tumbling beside you.

Eddie reached to his nightstand and shuffled through the top drawer, returning with a lit pre-roll in his posession. He took a long drag from it and exhaled with his lips pointed downwards for the smoke to invade your space, and sneak into your lungs. You inhaled with each exhale that he aimed towards you. You could feel the pulsating between your legs, the way Eddie’s comforter caressed the baby hairs on your arms, the ache that settled behind your knees and in your calves, and the heaviness of your surroundings. 

It wasn’t even thirty minutes in and your mind had been fucked out, yet the marijuana contrasted everything you were feeling in that moment. While you huffed and puffed beneath him with worry that your wrists were never going to be set free, you knew that Eddie had you—just like Eddie always had you—and he was going to take care of you the way that he always took care of you. 

“Open up, sweetheart,” he mumbled as he gripped the entirety of his cock in one hand and tapped it against your lips. 

You willingly obliged and he was quick to push himself to the hilt of your throat, emerging an instant gag from inside of you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he nuzzled himself inside of your throat—you could feel the bulge that poked underneath where your chin and neck had met. 

“That’s it—,” Eddie praised with a soft pat to your right cheek, “good fucking girl.”

You grunted in response around him eliciting a heavenly moan from his mouth, more smoke tumbling past his chapped lips. He began to thrust into your mouth, assaulting your uvula and the top of your mouth. He would pull out fully to let you gasp for air, as you choked on the oxygen that your lungs so desperately needed. 

Eddie grasped onto each side of your head for more leverage with one hand taking a fistful of hair and continued his fluid motions of pillaging your throat. Spit began to pool at the corners of your mouth and trickle down to your temples, knotting your hair in the process and leaving a puddle of spit beneath you. 

Your throat was growing sore along with your bound wrists, and Eddie was able to tell. He could see the distraughtness that covered your features, leaned forward with his length still in your mouth and hastily removed the belt that restricted you up until now. Regardless of the discomfort you were in you could feel the wetness that gathered between your legs and covered your thighs, complete embarrassment wiping over your body. Your cheeks flushed a bright red and your eyes stayed half-lidded as Eddie observed you from above. 

“Poor poor thing, too cock drunk to even tell me that I was hurting you.” 

He gently caressed your shoulder and grabbed your wrists to inspect them, still inhabiting your mouth with his throbbing length.

You whipped your head backwards, spit dripping down the tip of your nose with an uneasy feeling in your stomach from the amount of times you had gagged around him. 

“It’s kinda hard to protest when your cock is in my mouth and I can’t move my fucking hands, ‘ya know?”

“Thanks for the insight, dumbass,” he chortled.

“Anytime,” you deadpanned.

Eddie reached forward, cock twitching from the cool air brushing past it, and grabbed your hands while being mindful of the open sores on your wrists. He looked down at them and maneuvered you to be facing him, his lanky frame still wavering over you. Everything about you was a mess: your mascara left tracks down the apples of your cheeks, dried spit covered your chin and neck, and your hair had been knotted behind your ears and near the nape of your neck. 

“‘M sorry about your wrists, didn’t think you’d pull that hard,” he whispered as he circled his thumb around them. 

“All good, nothin’ I can’t handle. Now are we gonna get this show on the road?”  A smirk encapsulated your lips as your eyes glimmered under the dim, warm light of Eddie’s domain. 

You situated yourself to where your legs were propped up and spread on the edge of the bed, your head meeting in the dip where Eddie laid the most. 

Eddie dropped to his knees in front of you with blown pupils, face level with your puffy lips beneath you. He cradled each of your thighs in his hands before taking one swipe of his tongue over each fold, inserting himself instantaneously after.  Eddie filled you up like no other—not even Chris had made you feel so full to the point it felt like he was going to rip through your uterus and puncture through your stomach. It was a comfortable stretch nonetheless, you enjoyed—more like loved—having Eddie bury himself so deep inside of you. You adored his ridges, his veins, his mushroom tip that prodded each spot so perfectly. You’d be a liar to say you didn’t miss this.

“Oh fuck—,” Eddie wavered from above you, hands gripping the sheets beside you.

He was quick to thrust into you, not sparing any time for you to adjust to the newfound stretch. A cacophony of sounds ranging from skin slapping, whimpering, and moaning reverberated in both of your ears, blissfulness settling in over the both of you. 

As Eddie barrelled into you your hips pulled back to meet each movement forward, eliciting sweet sounds of pleasure from your lips. He curled his lower half upward to prod at the spongy spot that was located just past your entrance, each thrust harsher than the other. His hand found its home placed around your neck and gently placed pressure on the sides, rather than directly on your windpipe. Stars clouded your vision and your mouth hung open, only choked out moans and whimpers able to be heard from you.

“You take it so fucking good. Did you know that, baby? You can handle me better than anyone else can. Eddie’s so proud of you,” he praised as he bent forward to lick a stripe near your earlobe.

“I always knew that, Eds.”

A cynical smile curled onto his lips and his pace quickened. You could feel a burning growing in your stomach, trailing down to either side of your thighs, and down to your toes. It developed fast and grew even faster when he began assaulting your clit with his free hand, the calluses giving an otherworldly sensation to the overstimulation you were already experiencing from your never-ending night. 

“R-right there, please, please don’t stop, Eddie,” you drawled out.

Eddie took that as a sign to quicken his pace and pour everything into you. He could feel your walls sputter around him as your release took over your body, the liquid covering both him and the sheets underneath you. You threw your head back crying out in pleasure and frustration as Eddie’s hands and cock resumed pillaging you, relentlessly plunging into you. With each entrance the head of length gave your cervix kisses, sure to leave it bruised, and sure to leave you with a bit of soreness the next day. But who were you to care when it felt this good?

“J-Jesus H. Ch-Christ, Y/N, your pussy loves me,” he mocked, yet stuttering as he was nearing his end as well. “She’s so needy for me, I can feel her sucking me in for more.”

Eddie pushed you further onto the bed and flipped you around so that you were on all fours. He grasped each ass cheek that lay displayed in front of him and quickly submerged himself back inside with a shiver. It took him no time to resume where he had left off, his hand now placed back around your neck so his chest was pressed flush against your back. He contorted your body to hit your spongy spot once again, your thighs shaking from beneath in response. 

“Cum inside, do it, Eds.”

“Right where I was going to anyway. Jesus fuck—,” he stuttered with the lasts of his strikes into you.

You could feel him twitch inside of your gummy walls, his hot seed covering everything it came into contact with as his thrusts faltered. His body fell forward and he was now hunched over top of you with your face buried into the musky comforter that was now soiled. Eddie peppered small kisses over the small of your back and left them hovering just behind the shell of your ear.

“You did so good,” he mumbled with his hot breath fanning across your neck.

Eddie was pussy drunk as he came down from his high, so inebriated to the point where coherent thoughts were thrown out of the window and back at the party you both abandoned. 

He placed himself next to you in a more comfortable position now, both of you now laying rightways on his bed. You stared over at him as you traced your eyes along his silhouette; his hair was matted to his forehead and his brow laid firm across his face as he steadied his breathing.

“Quit staring.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh—even when he was so fucked out he was still his egotistical self.

Eddie slung one arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Your scent invaded his nose; lavender, bergamot, and the sweet smell of your release reminded him he was where he should be—beside you in his bed.

—

The morning sun shone through the blankets Eddie hung up as makeshift curtains since he couldn’t afford any real ones and breezes of cool air came through the cracks of his window. It was the perfect concoction to disturb the peaceful sleep you had dozed off into the night before. 

You blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust your eyes to light that distorted your view after just waking up. Eddie’s arm was still wrapped around, only now it was around your torso and his leg was sprawled across. You sighed quietly to yourself, careful to not disturb him as he was still asleep. 

You unlatched his arm from around you and sat up gently, swinging your legs to the edge of the bed. You pinched the bridge of your nose between your pointer finger and thumb, penitent of what you were about to do to him. 

It was an extensive search to find your clothes among the sea of dirty clothes piles that belonged to Eddie, reluctant to find they weren’t too far when you stumbled near the door. You slipped yourself into last night's garments and whisked yourself out of his bedroom after taking one last look at him as he rested. His mane stayed unkempt even in the early morning, curling around his ears and forehead while he took deep and even breaths. Only slight twitches came from him as his brow furrowed—you wondered what he had been dreaming about.

You didn’t want to do this to him, but he left you with no choice. After previous occurrences you had to give him a taste of his own medicine whether you liked it or not. You were never the person who up and left, you were the one getting attached quicker than what you liked to admit, and this was hard for you to do. It was especially hard after how sweet he had been when he noticed he’d hurt you last night—but it was what you had to do. You had to show him what it was like. 

You whisked yourself out of his front door, not allowing yourself any time to think further about Eddie or last night. You soon realized that Chris was the one who had dropped you off and you were left with walking home, or searching for the nearest phone booth to have someone pick you up—you opted for the latter and continued on your way home.

—

Eddie soon woke up after you had left, the noticeable indent in his bed missing. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the back of his balled fists and groaned as he got up to put on a pair of most likely dirty sweatpants. 

“Y/N?” He called out as he popped his head around the door of his room.

You were nowhere in sight. 

He ventured into the living room to see the screen door and the storm door hanging open, the cold winter breeze taking the opportunity to invade his humble abode. All that was left behind were your shoe prints that led to the entrance of the desolate trailer park.

To be continued.

[miss-nandini]

Can I request some Azul x f!reader angst? Like she accidentally sees him in his true form and he lashes out at her because of his insecurities and she tries to reaffirm him that she doesn’t mind what he looks like, but Azul keeps lashing out not listening or believing her until she yells at him that she loves him no matter what he looks like or what he has done and reader and Azul both realized that she just confessed to him (Happy ending please and thank you! 🥹🖤🖤🖤)

A/N: I wanted to write something like this for so long, thank you 💜💜💜

All about you! (F! Reader)

It was accidental, really. You didn't mean to pry. It just...kind of happened. What you didn't expect was, you and him ending up quarreling.

He thinks you hate him now. All this time, he kept his best act up so he can prove himself worthy of you. But now? Well, who can love a stupid, ugly octopus like him? Honestly, he blamed himself. He can't stand his true form then how will YOU even LOOK at it?

You, on the other hand tried to console him. You told him countless of times before that his looks doesn't matter to you. You love him for him. But, he doesn't seem to believe you at all.

"Oh, shut up (Y/N)! What do you know? Why did you even come in here?"

"Seriously?! Azul come on, you know I love you; right?"

"Yeah, right."

"Azul, I would never lie about that!"

"Everybody does. What makes YOU different, prefect?"

"I love you Azul, that's the difference!"

"No, you don't! Nobody can love someone like me! I know you hate me! So stop lying already!!"

"For God's sake, I'm not lying!! I thought I knew you. Did I?"

"Well, did you? Angelfish."

"Don't answer a question with a question."

"Leave."

"What...?"

"Leave and don't EVER come back."

Well, that was that. After his outburst, you left and continued with your classes. His accusing tone hurt, the fact that he doesn't trust you hurt. The whole day you were at the verge of tears. At some point even your friends suspected something. But, you brushed off their concerns.

It was around 10:00 pm when you found Jade at your door. You were confused. It's not normal for Jade to show up out of nowhere, unless there's something wrong. But, to be honest the Octavinelle trio were the last ones you wanted to see after your argument with Azul. You wanted to ask what's wrong but Jade beat you to it.

"Azul is locking himself up in his bathroom. He just wouldn't come out. Can you go see him?"

"He told me to fuck off, Jade."

"...You out of all people should know that is the last thing he wants."

"...Fine."

Soon enough, you found yourself near his bathroom door. You were ready to bang on the door for the heck of it, but to your surprise, the door was slightly ajar.

"...Azul?"

You poked your head inside and there he was, sitting in the bathtub in his octo-mer form. He was sobbing the life out of himself. You suppressed a long sigh and stepped in the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

That caught his attention. Oh, of course it's you—wait a damn second, it's YOU?! How?! After all the nonsense he spat, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that you will come back for him.

"(Y-Y/N)...? W-what are you doing here...?"

"Well, can't let you drown in misery alone, can I?"

"...(Y/N), you should hate me—

"Oh, for fucks sake Ashengrotto, how many times do I need to tell you that I LOVE YOU! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW YOU LOOK!!"

You yelled and he flinched.

"...Look, you can be an octopus or whatever. But, I only see the amazing boy I fell in love with and you know what? Your true form looks perfectly fine to me."

"Just because you said it, doesn't make it true." He chuckled bitterly.

"I'm not only saying idiot, I'm seeing it."

"Oh really?"

A sloppy smirk painted his face. "Then you better come here, so I can make it up to you."

His tentacles pulled you in the tub with him before his lips landed on yours.

"...I'm sorry, angelfish..."

"Apology accepted."

[lyrenminth]

Talk to me

Summary: Joe and you got in a discussion, so you went with your friend to get wasted and now Joe has to deal with your drunk ass.

Warnings: alcohol consumption.

Joe was watching film in his private room. After a discussion he always did that, avoiding conflict... avoiding you like a damn child. Still gets on your nerves when he does that because it is unfair and you're trying to make the things work here, and sometimes (most times actually) feels like you're the only one doing the work. Joe doesn't talk about his feelings quite often, he has an image to maintain even in front of his beloved ones. You wish he would open more to you, because during the season his moods are changing and it is difficult to understand what's going on. 

But this afternoon his behavior was unacceptable. 

"What?" You exclaimed, feeling anger gathering in your throat.

"I'm not going" he stated, simply, sitting on the couch staring at his phone.

"Joe, she is my best friend it's her wedding, I told you six months in advance" you said, not trying to hide your disappointment. He didn't even looked at you. 

Hiding, he was starting to walk away, not physically but you could see how is posture changed. 

"I went with you to all the events in your schedule,  and you cannot make a space for me?" you demanded.

"Well, you went because you wanted no because I asked you" he clarify, low voice.

You laughed, your stomach twisted and you felt nauseous.

"Just like that? I went because you're my partner, Joe. We're together, Mandy knows you since we started dating and she and everyone is going to asked me why my boyfriend of five years isn't with me!" you snapped, tears starting to build in your eyes. "You're such an asshole sometimes" you whispered before leaving the room.

After that discussion you decided not to stay in the house. You needed to stay away from him and reconsider everything. Because you did everything for him, and he couldn't do a simple thing for you and it hurt so much. 

Joe wasn't a bad partner, he was generous in private but his personality in private and in public were so different, sometimes you didn't know what to do.

You went to you room to got dressed with cute top with high rise jeans. After your discussion you talked to Mandy, and decided to get dinner and drinks together. 

Checking your bag in the kitchen before heading out, you caught a glimpse of Joe standing in the kitchen's door.

"Are you heading out?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Where are you going?" he crossed his arms.

"Do you even care?" you muttered under your breath.

"Baby..." he said, getting closer. You walked away from him, like his mere presence was the last thing you wanted to touch or see. It was partially true, if Joe touched you, it was over. The power he had over you was problematic to say the least. Besides, you made plans with Mandy already. "I know I'm an dick...I just...you know I'm not comfortable going to parties"

"You go to parties, just not my parties" you explained, flat.

He sighed, reaching for you. Unfortunately, his long arm reached your wrist. His other hand laying on your waist. The touch made your skin tingle, and his gaze...oh, Joe knew how to soft your heart.

"I'm sorry" he apologized, cupping your cheek "I'm going to Mandy's wedding, ok?"

"This is not the first time, Joe" you felt tears running down your cheeks "I need to be alone, let me go" 

"Can we talk when you comeback?" he wiped the tears away.

"May"

"Will you comeback?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Always" his blue eyes staring in concern. "I'm going to fix this"

"Can you?" you raised your eyebrows.

His eyes went dark. A challenge. Joe loved challenges. "Let me prove myself, darling" 

"I don't wanna do this if you feel obligated to do. I want you to be there because you want, because you want to spend time with me, Joe. Alright?"

He nodded, serious. "When are you going to comeback?"

"I don't know"

"I'll wait"

"As you wish" 

You walked towards the door, not glancing back once. Thankfully, your evening with Mandy went great, you drank until you started getting happier by the hour. Mandy didn't drank at all, since she was the designated driver.

Your dear friend took you home, ringing the bell of your house. You could barely stood up, but you smiled when Joe opened the door, glancing between both.

"Thank you for bringing her, home!" He said to Mandy before dragging you inside. 

"Bye bye!" You yelled. "I love you" sending kisses to Mandy who had a worried face "Joe! Joe!" you called him. 

"What? I'm here" he said annoyed, he was grabbing you by the waist to keep you steady.

"Helloo, Joe my love" you threw yourself at him, buried your face in his chest "My boyfriend has great tits!" you said, rubbing your face on his chest.

He laughed, and you felt the vibrations in his chest. 

"You're drunk as fuck, let's go to sleep" he said guiding you upstairs.

"Oh, but my boyfriend is going to get maaaad"

"Why?"

"I'm not a cheater!" you tried to move away from him but he grabbed you.

"I'm your boyfriend, dumbass" he said, half joking. Seeing you drunk it wasn't something Joe was used to.

"Are you?" you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

"Yeah, like for years now. Now let's go to sleep!" 

"No! If we are a couple" you searched for his hand "Then we should make it +18" you whispered, laughing. 

Joe rolled his eyes. In the bedroom he helped you too undress, and he left you in underwear. You went to brush your teeth, and he watched you to help you if you threw up.

"Do you want to threw up?" he wondered once you were in bed, you shook your head.

"My boyfriend doesn't want me" you said instead, covering half of your face with the sheets. "He leaves me alone all the time"

"It seems like your boyfriend is a dick" he contemplated.

"Righhhht"

"But he loves you, it just that...he doesn't know how to express it properly most of the times" you listened carefully, and nodded. Joe continued "He...he struggles with his own feelings, but everytime you are around he is less stressed, less  worried. He's happier" 

"He doesn't spend time with me, though" you added.

He sighed.

"People need space sometimes. I live surrounded of people who don't truly care about me, just what I give them. I'm a dick for saying those things to you" he lowered his gaze to the floor like a scolded child. "And I like to spend time with you, but only you"

"Joe..." You came to your senses for a bit. "Just talk to me"

"I'll try" Joe sometimes felt like his emotions were tight knotted inisde him, a mess he didn't want to deal with most of the times.

"And come to sleep, I'm cold" you called him, making a space in bed.

He laughed. "Yes, ma'am"

[peachdues]

Chapter 2 was amazing wow. Sanemi is in DEEEEEP

And look… not that I don’t understand sanemi and what he’s going through… but god my heart truly breaks for reader.😞 she woke up already scared like she knew that she was about to lose him. Clutching that poor blanket to her body like she was anticipating her nakedness and vulnerability in every aspect during the times to come. And for him to go radio silent? And probably prove every doubt she ever felt right? I can’t imagine how hard and painful it must be to lay yourself bare, mind and body, declaring your love and allowing him to be your first with only the hope that you would be something different, and you’re left alone at your most vulnerable. Ohhhh I’m afraid something like that would actually traumatize me lmao sanemi it’s time to lock in

Ahhh thank you so much!!

I love the consideration you give her (especially since I cut the chapter off right before her POV picks back up lol). Yeah, it’s a pretty tactless move on Sanemi’s part, even if he has a legit reason for why he’s avoiding her.

That said, I’ve always maintained that Compass isn’t angsty (at least, as between the main couple), so I think you’ll be happy to see how she handles it (which is. Leagues better than him). That isn’t to say she doesn’t have her doubts or anxieties — she does. But she understands him probably better than he does himself, and that means knowing who and what he is. Sanemi’s observation of her at the end of chapter one still rings true — she didn’t expect him to say he loved her back; she just wanted him to know where she stood.

All the angst in this story is either inside of Sanemi’s own head (boy needs to stop having thoughts before he gets hurt) or from external sources. I’ll actually go out on a limb here and say there’s no real miscommunication between them — at least, not like I’ve done in other fics!!

[eddiemunson-fanfic]

At work.

Modern!Eddie Munson x Plus size!FM!Reader.

Warnings: edging, dirty talk, fingering, teasing, dom!Eddie, modern!Eddie.

Summary: It was as if it was a game to you. Teasing him, leading him on, knowing he couldn't do shit about it. You knew how crazy you made him when you did this, but god, did your inner slut ignite to the max when you saw and heard how he reacted to you. You loved it, but little did you know that this time would be different than all the other times you've done it, not that you complained of course.

Request from @tessab154

"You fucking minx" he texted you. Making you giggle as you knew how worked up he got from just you telling him how you fantasized about how he would bend you over a car or work station, taking what was rightfully his.

Because that was definitely true. Everything about you was his, and his alone. You loved being his, and you loved it even more when he made you know and feel how much he loved every single part of your body. How much he loved to make you cum, how much he loved the taste of you. How much he loved to be buried deep inside you.

You swear you could almost feel him pulsing inside you just by the thought of it. And god, he was the best lover you've ever had.

"You love it" you sent back, with a picture of your boob, your nipple barely showing.

You could almost see his expression, how he bit down on his lip, trying to stiffle a moan by the sight of your nipple.

Because if there was something he loved more than anything, was how sensitive your nipples were. How you reacted when he swirled his tongue around them, playing, torturing you so so sweet.

"Fuck baby, you have no idea how fucking hard I am just because of you"

"Prove it" you teased, and he obliged faster than you would ever dream of. Oh, he was worked up alright. But god, did he love to tease you just the same amount back. Sending you bulge picture of how hard he was. The tiny dot of precum staining his boxers, making you squeeze your legs together to create some sort of friction.

You could see the vein on his dick all so clearly from the picture he sent, and you wanted nothing more than to be in front of him on your knees, pulling down his boxers, watching his dick do that bounce you loved so dearly when you freed him, grabbing him in your hands and tracing the vein with your tongue, feeling him pulse on your tongue as you did.

"I need you so bad, Eds"

And silence. What the fuck?

He opened the message, it stood clear as day that he had read the message, but why did he not answer?

Minutes passed, and you started to get annoyed by how he made you wait for a response.

If he was jerking off without letting you in on it, you would give him hell so fucking bad when he came home.

You got startled when the front door suddenly shot open, making you scream a tiny bit, and even more so when Eddie suddenly stood in the door way to your bedroom, already rid of his shirt and pants as he stood there trying to catch his breath.

"You fucking tease" he smiled mischievously, walking slowly towards you as he licked his lips.

"What a sight for sore eyes" he said, looking you up and down where you laid, legs spread, naked.

It made you wetter seeing how eager and hungry he was for you. His eyes were driven by lust, and you loved watching him this crazy just for you.

"You needed me, huh pretty girl?" he cooed, laying down beside you in bed, tracing his finger softly up and down your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in it's place, making your breathing catch in your throat, anticipating what he had in mind.

"Mhm" you whimpered, as he leaned down to place a soft kiss to your tummy, placing himself between your legs as he did so.

"Fuck, she's so beautiful" he whispered, almost too low for you to catch what he was saying. The view of him between your legs like this, made you unbelievably wet for him. Making you struggle to keep your cool as he leaned down to place soft kisses to your pussy.

"So wet for me already" he grinned, looking at you between his lashes, grabbing onto your thighs, pushing himself closer to you as he buried his face between your legs without any warning, licking soft stripes with his tongue, licking up your juices as he moaned.

"Tastes so good"

"Eds, please!" you practically begged, gripping his hair as you tugged slightly, your hips bucking up into his face, making him chuckle as he pushed you down by your stomach, tsk'ing at you.

"Use your words, pretty girl, words, I need to hear what you want me to do, don't whine like that"

You hated when he did that. He knew how desperate you got when he turned you on like this. He knew that you had difficulty to use your words or even form a coherent sentence.

"Words, baby, words" he cooed, slithering his entire body upwards, hovering over you, but not too much so you could feel his boner press against where you needed him the most, making you wrap your legs around him to trap him where he was, grinding yourself against him as you moaned, loving the feeling of how it felt when he rubbed against you, your wetness drenching his boxers, making it hard for him to focus. But he was too quick, and way stronger than you.

"Don't think you can brat yourself into an orgasm, pretty girl" he said, pinning you down, and getting loose from the grip you had of him with your legs.

"Don't tempt me, or I will have to bring out the handcuffs and chains again" he warned, but he knew how much it turned you on to be at his complete mercy.

Not that he brought the handcuffs and chains often, but when he did, it was the most intense orgasm you would have. You didn't even know you could cum that much, and that it could feel like it did, but you learned quick after getting into a relationship with Eddie, that this was your new life, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Someone doesn't listen today, huh?" he smirked at you as you tried to grab a hold of him by his boxers, trying to pull him towards you.

"Kiss" you whined, and he chuckled.

"Kiss me, please" you whined even more as he just looked at you, watching you wiggle underneath him, so needy for him you could explode.

He pecked your lips softly, teasing you by licking your lips before pulling away.

"I think I need the handcuffs today, don't you?"

He asked you as if you had any say in his decision.

You knew that if you didn't feel comfortable, he would listen, but you both had learned that if the safeword wasn't used, or there wasn't any sign as to you not feeling comfortable about it, you had every right and all the power to stop it.

But you didn't and you didn't complain a single moment when he was buried knuckles deep inside you, curling his fingers just right to make you scream his name.

His dom side was completely out, and he didn't give you any mercy, no matter how much you tried to wiggle your way out of his grip, but it was to no use. He had you cuffed to the bed, and you had no place to go.

"That's it baby, scream my name, make everyone know who makes you feel good" he encouraged, sucking onto your sensitive bud of nerves, making tears form at your eyes from overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" you cried out, your hips bucking up into his face, making the sensation of his fingers inside you more intense.

He continued his torture with his fingers, knowing exactly how to torture you into the most intense orgasm ever, crawling his way up to your face as he kissed you hungrily.

The taste of yourself on his lips were intoxicating, drawing you closer and closer by the second, especially when he started to kiss and suck on your neck.

"Are you my good girl? Are you my good fucking girl?" he growled into your ear, making it hard for you to even breathe. How could someone talking dirty have this kind of power over you? You were ready to combust on his fingers right there.

"You gonna cum for me, hmm?" he cooed, probably feeling how tight your pussy squeezed his fingers, making it clear how close you were.

"That's it, right there. Cum for me baby, cum for me pretty girl. Just like that baby, that's it. That's it, pretty girl, yes" he encouraged as you let go completely, riding out your high on his fingers. His chuckle in your ear igniting you almost once again.

"Yes, make a mess on my fingers baby, just like that, fuck"

He let you ride out your high, cooing you and making sure you knew you were safe, brushing your hair and giving you soft kisses as he always did.

The love you had for this man was almost unbearable.

"That's it, there's my good girl" he said as he loosened the handcuffs on your wrist, giving your wrist soft kisses as they came loose from the cuffs.

"Hi" he cooed, cupping your chin softly as you looked at him, fully blissed out as you gave him a small smile, all you could muster at that moment.

"Hi" you answered back, kissing him back, watching what he did as he uncuffed your ankles too, giving them soft rubs and a few kisses on each before he crawled up to lay beside you again, opening his arms for you to cuddle close.

"I have never seen something so fucking sexy as when you cum like that, baby" he chuckled, giving your forehead a small kiss as he rubbed your shoulder with his arm.

You had no energy to answer him as you could feel yourself struggling to stay awake.

"I wanna.." you tried, but to no use. But he knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted to help him too, and he loved you even more for it. No matter how blissed out and how much you struggled to stay awake, you wanted nothing more than to make him feel just as good as he did you.

"Just relax baby, we got the entire weekend on us" you could hear him say before you fell asleep, safely in his arms.

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i don't know about this one you guys.. but i hope you like it :')

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: The Story of Us Fest (Part 1)

The Story of Us Fest 2024:

Constellations and Miscommunications by noxinkwell - E, WIP - For the last year, Hermione and Draco’s relationship was a dream come true, hidden away from from prying eyes. That is, until it was time for Hermione to meet his mother. Then, everything fell apart. One year later, Draco is revealing two new potions—one to heal the ‘souls’ and the other is to heal a close friend. Hermione is forced to re-live their relationship when she’s invited to a Healers’ Gala hosted by the Malfoy Family to celebrate this momentous occasion. Tonight’s gala was only for her career. Hermione could get through one more night of seeing her ex and then she can move on… right? Based on: The Story of Us-Taylor Swift. Oh, a simple complication Miscommunications lead to fall out So many things that I wish you knew So many walls up I can't break through Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah I don't know what to say since the twist of fate When it all broke down And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Declassified by byanca_black - T, WIP - Hermione Granger believed she knew the man she married. Five years of unwavering trust had built a fortress around their seemingly idyllic life. But when Draco does something that she never believed he was capable of, their perfect world comes crashing down.

One Single Thread of Gold by justforgiggs - M, WIP - On a dreary September day, Narcissa Malfoy receives a shocking prediction from an unlikely source. She'll spend the next several years trying anything in her power to prevent it from coming true. -- A Narcissa POV Dramione fic

VERSIONS by jiex_hua - M, WIP - IN WHICH, two ex-lovers have different versions of their past but the present brings about an opportunity to reconcile their story. PRESENT: When workaholic Hermione Granger's so-called friends drag her home to London for a weekend, the last thing she expects is crashing her ex's bachelor party. Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, has no idea it's the moment he's been waiting for—until he sees her. PAST: Post-war Draco Malfoy is proving he can rehabilitate back into society under the watchful eye of none other than Wizarding Britain's Bleeding Hearted Boy Who Lived Hero, Harry Potter. But staying in line isn't so simple when he catches said hero's Golden Girl colluding with a Death Eater's son. Meanwhile, Hermione Granger is on another mission for the greater good that no one, especially her best friend Harry, can know about—even if that means forming an alliance with said best friend's ex-Death Eater pet project. FEATURING: past/present dual povs, both equally unfiltered and equally unreliable

Twist of Fate by Sparkly_Bee - E, WIP - It is harrowing how a single choice can change the trajectory of one’s life. What if it wasn’t his choice, but the choice of another that shifted his path? This isn't a tale of good decisions and happy endings, where a man can find his redemption. This is the tale of the boy who had no choice finally getting a chance to choose. Draco Malfoy has lost hope awaiting his fate amidst the Death Eater trials when his longtime crush, Hermione Granger, joins his legal team. What will drive Draco Malfoy’s choice? What will that choice cost? Can Hermione Granger save him?

In My System by Ink_and_Cider - E, WIP - “Come home with me,” she breathed. “Just for tonight. You're discreet, and obviously we have chemistry.” “Why are you giving me a sales pitch, I'm already trying to shag you in an alleyway. Do you frequently have to beg for sex?” “I usually make them beg,” she shrugged, taking a step towards him. “Oh really?” His eyes grew dark and heavy, and he stepped up to meet her. “Do you like when wizards beg at your feet?” “Sometimes. Other times, I allow them to worship me. If they earn it.” His swallow was audible and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. “Granger, if you aren't into public nudity, I think you ought to take me home now.”

Pull Me Under by IndigoHaze - M, one-shot - One night a few moons ago I saw flecks of what could’ve been lights But it might just have been you Passing by unbeknownst to me Snow On The Beach - Taylor Swift feat. Lana Del Ray Grief can eat away at a person until they're a shell of themselves. When someone can't publicly express their grief, it can drive them to madness. At least that's what Draco believes when he loses Hermione when she drowns during the second task of the Triward Tournament. Meanwhile, he's unaware that she's trying to find him. Written for The Story of Us Fest in DWS! (WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH)

A Million Little Times by Silver_Snidget - E, one-shot - And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and stolen stares They show their truth one single time But they lie, and they lie, and they lie A million little times And you wanna scream Don't call me "kid" Don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors You know I can't see with anyone else “I told you not to show up today,” he said in a low voice. With his free hand he brushed her hair over her shoulder. His hand moved slowly, leaving a tingling trail in its wake, from her arm all the way down to the hand that held her book in a vice grip. He gently loosened said grip and entwined their fingers.

The Synthesis of You by dearhummingbird - T, WIP - She could see, however, how it calmed him, how he heard music in everyday things - the clinking of a spoon on porcelain, the pitter-patter of raindrops. To Draco, his mother sounded like Chopin’s Etude Op. 10 No. 3, powerful, serene, sorrowful, with bursting moments of joy. His father was moody, sombre; the first movement of Beethoven’s Sonata No. 14. Though, from the stories his mother told him, his father wasn’t always that way - even Draco had glimpses of memories - more Beethoven’s ‘Pastoral’ than ‘Moonlight Sonata’. Draco hears music in everyday things, in objects and the people around him. But he didn’t expect that his favourite song would one day be the result of the summers spent with a certain Muggle-born witch.

There’s Glitter On The Floor After The Party by GoldMagpie - T, one-shot - “You’ll do what…?” “If I kiss you at midnight, McLaggen won’t.” He explained rapidly, his gaze falling to her lips briefly. “If you want me to…?” - New Year’s Eve changes Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy’s lives forever.

Of Starlings & Shorelines by Hanniesalwaysreading - E, WIP - It’s been five years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and Draco is living in self-imposed exile on the Yorkshire Coast. His bigoted past is far behind him, his future is bright, and no one can bring him down. No one, that is, except for Hermione Granger. Why Granger, how nice to see you. What am I doing here, you ask? Ah, well, you see, I ran away like the coward I am, and I’ve been hiding on a secret estate cleaning up bird shit for the last three years. What the fuck are you doing here? — Or, how Draco Malfoy accidentally turned his home into a bird sanctuary, learned a bit of veterinary medicine, befriended a phoenix, and failed to keep Hermione Granger’s swotty nose out of his business.

dust off your highest hopes by cosmic_kate - T, one-shot - After draining all her accounts on repeated unsuccessful reversal attempts for the botched obliviation she performed on her mother, Hermione is just desperate enough to accept Draco Malfoy's offer of employment. He's annoyingly charming, handsome, and even comes with his own personal sidekick. But when she finally realizes what he's after, everything changes. OR Play seek and find for the 100 Taylor Swift titles hidden throughout.

Hoax by dittanyanddreams - M, one-shot - "You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark" Hermione sat in the window seat of her London flat looking out over the misty city on the horizon, cradling a mug of piping hot tea in her hands. The soft, rhythmic tapping of raindrops against the window echoed a comforting melody. It was during these peaceful moments that her thoughts unfailingly drifted back to her days at Hogwarts, particularly her eighth year. She had been Head Girl, an expected outcome even with the war having disrupted their education; but she had been paired with Draco Malfoy as Head Boy - a combination that had initially appeared impossible to work. Can Draco truly distance himself from pureblood culture, and what can the price of meddling and miscommunication truly be? This is not a HEA, please mind the tags!

little taste of heaven by goldrushrenegade - E, WIP - In which Hermione is forced to endure the presence of her ex-boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, in order to secure the coveted position of Junior Unspeakable. Being around him is unbearable, he acts as if he wants to be friends—as if they ever were friends—while planning his wedding with Astoria Greengrass. Hermione has tried to hate him…but her heart knows what the truth is. - Essentially, a love letter to Fearless (and every Taylor Swift post break up I-still-love-you song because I have no self control)

it's coming down, it's all around by kakumeizenya - T, one-shot - “Just so you know, Draco,” she says as he settles into the seat next to her. “If you sit at the front, you’re not allowed to sleep.” “Why?” “It’s against the law.” A blatant lie. “They stated it in the Geneva Convention.” Followed by another. -- Or, Hermione is knee-deep in denial.

Cracking Locks by kaycares - M, one-shot - Lately, Hermione dreams of cages. She knows they started the night Ron proposed. She just can't figure out why Draco Malfoy is always there.

Good Ideas & Power Moves by kaycares - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger is so sick of running as fast as she can, wondering if she'd get there quicker if she were Draco Malfoy.

Things We Never Did by AutumnWeen - M, one-shot - When loneliness set in, magic provided comfort, but even the most innocent spells can become addictive. People can be addictive, and that is something Hermione Granger knows well.

For You, I Would Fall From Grace by morgan_magic - M, one-shot - Hermione’s marriage was happy, her pregnancy easy, but postpartum she falls into a deep depression, contesting with suicidal thoughts and skirting psychosis. And although she finds love and helping hands thrust upon her, it’s never the person she needs. Or: Hermione can't live with grief and Draco's distance, but Draco can't live without Hermione.

If We Survived by Yeuxverts - E, one-shot - For the first time he thought maybe he might not die before the war ended. Maybe he’d survive. Maybe she would. She should know. How he felt. She should know how much he loved her. She reached a hand out to offer him the pardon and it fluttered to the ground, forgotten, as he pulled her close to him and gave her the kiss he’d been crafting for years. Draco Malfoy reflects on the contours of his and Hermione's story over the years of The Great War.

I Wish You'd Left Me Wondering by Sparkly_Bee - E, one-shot - "I’ve never-” Her courage disappeared when his eyes widened. “Never?” he asked, squeezing her hands. His whole body lit up, everything from his cock to his jaw twitched at the thought that she was untouched. He would be the first to figure out what made her tick. “That’s hot.” *** Draco Malfoy takes Hermione Granger to the Prefect's Bath and makes her feel better when her on-again/off-again boyfriend, Ron Weasley, runs off with another brunette. Things get wet, sloppy, and little crass. Will Hermione regret it? Yes. Do we regret it? No, and neither does Draco. At least not right away. Mind the tags!

Pink Rosé Regrets by allofthelights11 - M, one-shot - The awkward morning after. Fuck Theo and his commitment to screw-top rosé. Hermione is having none of it.

The Great War (Hermione's Version) by leryan - T, one-shot - Hermione felt like she'd been running for months. Years. Her bones ached. Her lungs burned. She was so tired. But she had to run. Inspired by "The Great War" by Taylor Swift .