#walking backwards into hell staring god into the eyes

[justanothervaultie]

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[youraverageaemondsimp]

Sweet vengeance. // Gwayne Hightower x Cole!Reader (sister of Criston Cole)

Summary: After the encounter with Criston Cole, they return to the keep after successfully defending the territory, almost as if the gods were calling out for him to seek revenge; he ends up bumping into you.

WARNINGS: smut, mdni, porn with plot (a little bit too much plot ig), unprotected p in v sex, slight breeding kink, cunnilingus, oral (f. receiving) interrupted orgasm at the end, cumming inside, Gwayne is an absolute asshole to Criston, purity culture, virginity loss, profanity, age gap (left it up interpretation, but the reader is in her 20s and Gwayne in his 40s), doesn't follow the show plot it's a literal fic which I altered heavily + not proofread.

WC: 2.7k

A/N: here comes the promised gwayne x cole!reader fic, I've teased it ever since that confrontation episode dropped and now finally I'm able to publish it 😭 // divider credits: @cafekitsune

Gwayne walked through the corridors furiously, stomping his feet inside the red keep, departing to his guest chambers in a hurried manner, trying to stay calm.

He just returned from the battle, successfully defeating the invasion of the blacks into King's Landing, securing the land for themselves as Aemond ruled as Prince regent. However, there was only one thing on his mind.

His sister's tainted honour.

Amidst everything, he had gotten Criston to confess and admit that he was sleeping with the Queen, he was disgusted by the revelation. Wasn't Criston a kingsguard? Vowing to not seek pleasures or taint his cloak?

He felt sick in the stomach, wanting to empty it out, regardless of the fact that there is nothing inside.

His feet tapped against the stone floor harshly, his armour clanking with every step forward, he took a harsh turn at the end of the path only for his body to hit something that came from the opposite direction, causing him to stumble two steps backward. He took a moment to collect himself and straighten his posture, wanting to see what it was that he bumped into.

He looked down, shocked to see you on the ground. You broke the impact of the fall with your hands, which proved to be a bad idea considering how the force made them give up immediately, crashing your butt onto the ground. “Ouch.” You clenched your eyes shut as a burning sensation spread through your buttox.

You glared at the reason for your fall, eyes widening on the realisation that it was Ser Gwayne Hightower. “Seven hells, I apologise my lady, are you alright?” Gwayne is quick to apologise, extending his out, waiting for you to grab it and get up.

You gently place your hand in his, his palm closing immediately as he grips onto you while you get off the ground. “Ser Gwayne, I apologise, it was me who was at fault.” You bow, dusting off your gown with one of your hands.

“If it is not rude, might I ask who you are? I have not ever seen you around before, yet you seem to know me.” He speaks politely, giving you a small smile and you nod. “I am Y/N Cole, I know you very well Ser, your knighthood isn't unheard of.” You praise him.

“Y/N Cole… ? Are you related to Ser Criston Cole perhaps?” He questions, furrowing his eyebrows as his grip tightens around your hand. “Yes Ser Gwayne, He is my elder brother.” You reply.

Gwayne was not aware that Criston had a sister.

He took in your form, eyes trailing down from your face to your neck, to your breasts and further downwards, analysing you quite intently, “Mhm, I did not know he had a sister.” Gwayne shrugs, still not letting go of your hand. “He is quite overprotective, so he doesn't mention my existence to his peers.” You admit embarrassedly, looking down and biting your lip. He stared at you for a moment too long, the like of dots being connected as his mind sketches out a plan of action. His expression almost betrayed him as his face bloomed into a wide smile.

Oh you sweet little thing.

He could not believe that Criston had a younger sister. It's almost as if the Gods are etching him on to trudge this path, but he was not going to complain. It felt like he won a war when he realised this fact.

He can use you against Criston.

Perhaps he will make Criston feel the same thing he felt.

He smiles widely at you, bringing your hand upwards and pressing his lips to your knuckles. You blush at this gesture and give him a soft smile in return. “If you may excuse me, I have to take my leave, my lady. I've returned from war and my state.. is well.” He looks at himself and you chuckle, “It is alright.” You reply and he smiles. “Let's go on a stroll next time, yeah?” He speaks in a questioning manner, your eyes widen at the offer but you nod immediately.

Those walks became more frequent as you both enjoyed each other's company quite a lot. Gwayne found you much more bearable than criston, he's aware of the fact that he is an elitist. Holding himself at great stature as he comes from the Hightower family. So any other house that is not in power or he hasn't heard of; he acts like an ass to them.

But he found himself being lenient on you, perhaps to butter you up for the feast he's planning to have. His thoughts have been a mess for the past few days. He at first began to plan on how to execute the plan and take your maidenhead and let the keep hear it. But the ratio of the execution and sexual part became heavily unequal as he wanted to indulge fully in you.

You were beautiful, your skin was pretty, the way your hair was styled, exposing your neck from behind. He wanted to bend you over the ledge and fuck you. You would be so confused he assumes.

Have you had your first orgasm? Did you ever touch yourself?

You were from Dorne so you must know of the deprived acts right? But he notes how young you are, likely spending your entire life here in Kings Landing with Cole.

It was one of those usual garden walks you went on with Gwayne, walking in silence as you both had nothing to talk about, this was no means foreign to you, there would always be silence sometimes during your walks; but this time it felt tense.

Like the feeling of a volcano before it erupts.

You both were standing over the parapet of the backside in the keep, noticing how the waters flowed gently. You felt him move, standing right behind you, pressing himself against you.

“My lady.” He whispers in your ear and you turn your head slightly, not reacting in any way, “H-hmm?” You reply in nervousness his hands moved up your sides in a sensual manner. You stood there frozen.

He grabs you by your shoulder and spins you around so that you're facing, placing his hands on both the sides of your frame; preventing any escape. “Are you promised to any man yet? Your beauty is otherworldly.” He asks, his eyes staring right into you, his voice was sweet yet held a hint of his perverse desire for you.

You shake your head no.

“Such a pity.” He mocks, one of his hands coming to grip your cheek. He pauses for a moment, staring at your lips before looking into your eyes waiting for you to say something; yet you remain quiet as your heart beats loudly in your chest.

He takes it as a cue to press his lips against yours closing his eyes; fully indulging himself onto you as he groans at how soft your lips feel, his own move against yours in a soft manner, a gentle pull of a wave.

It was your first kiss, never having done this with anyone before, it felt odd; but in a good way, his lips felt soft against yours, he waited for you to reciprocate— giving you all the time you needed to process this.

One of his hands rested on your hips, using it as leverage to pull you closer, pressing your bodies together while the other positioned itself against the back of your head pulling you deeper into the kiss.

You responded a while later, learning through the process, moving your lips in a rhythmic motion with his, he muttered something against your lips which you weren't able to process as your mind was hazy. Something about this kiss was shooting immense pleasure down your body; increasing the heat between your legs.

He pulls away from the kiss to take a breath while staring at your lips, noticing the string of saliva that was still connecting you both. He hums before capturing your lips once again but with even more fervour this time. He pushes back until your butt hits the ledge before he places you on it, not breaking the kiss at all.

He plants himself between your legs as his hands roam around all over your body in desperation, sometimes gripping your waist or your soft breasts, squeezing your flesh as he grips onto you tightly.

He breaks the kiss abruptly before he suddenly kneels, you look at him confused until you notice that he's hiking your skirts up, revealing your intimate area. “Ser, this might be inappropriate—” You try to protest but not knowing what to expect, but circles his arms around your thighs pulling you close as he disappears before your legs.

You watch curiously when you feel his warm breath on your cunt. You shriek in surprise when you feel his tongue run across your fdd before he fully takes in your cunt.

You squirm uncontrollably as he works his wonders on your cunt; causing you to grip his hair tightly and push yourself further into his face, you let out small moans, hoping that no one would pass by this area and catch you both in this compromised position.

You place your other hand on the ledge to support yourself from falling before closing your eyes and fully enjoying what he's doing to you. His tongue laps hungrily at your folds, licking them up and down before he suckles on your clit harshly, flicking the bud with his tongue before capturing it wholly again with his mouth.

He groans into your cunt, enthralled by the sensation of having your soft folds in his mouth, he enjoyed it way too much than he'd like to admit, wanting to be forever stuck in between your legs.

You feel a sudden heat building up in your abdomen as he continues his actions, “U-uhm Ser Gwayne— I think something is happening.” You tell him unsure which makes him speed up his movements.

Without warning, you're hit with a plethora of euphoria, your back automatically arching and your voice letting out a loud moan as the feeling hits you in waves. He suckles on your cunt for a minute to let you ride out your orgasm before coming out your skirt.

You feel your cheeks heat up when you see how his lips were coated with your wetness which makes you look away in shyness, he gets back up on his feet before grabbing your chin and tilting your head slightly to make you look at him.

He doesn't say anything but only stares at you as he slowly connects both your lips once again, making you take your own essence. He grinds against you, pressing his now hard bulge in between your thighs as he dry humps you.

He tears away from the kiss with a wet pop, not wasting any time in undoing his breeches, revealing his cock to you, your eyes widened at the sheer size and girth of it. “I-i don't think it will fit?” You stare at him which makes him smirk a little, “It will my lady, I shall see it does.” He replies before bunches up your skirt, making your cunt come into view.

He slowly lines himself against your entrance, his tip kissing the entryway gently as he slowly closes in, pushing it inch by inch. He places his hand on both your sides as you grip him for support, the stretch stinging a little bit.

It takes a while but he's fully inside now, and slowly he begins to move, he grabs a hold of your waist with one of his hands so you don't fall over the edge, he pushes your body against his, making it so as if you're hugging him.

You wrap your arms around his neck tightly as he rams into you, thrusting in and out; causing you to bounce along with him, he grunts into your ear, whispering sweet things.

“Seven hells, you feel so divine.” He whispers against your ear, causing you to clench involuntarily; which makes him gasp in shock, “Jeez—” He drops his head onto your shoulder, now fully gripping you by his arms around your waist as he rams further and further into you. “Fuck, I'm about to finish— should I do it inside you? Fill you up with my seed huh? Make you carry my babes?” He groans, the idea of you being pregnant with his children driving him insane, it would always be a good way to get back at Criston.

You feel him hitting your sweet spot inside you, prodding it with his tip every thrust. His pace falters as he reaches his end, with a final thrust— he finishes with a loud moan of your name as he pulls back and recaptures your lips, kissing you with even more hunger.

He keeps thrusting, wanting you go finish as well, you were about to; almost reaching the breaking point— “What in the seven fucking hells is going on here?!” The shout of a familiar voice makes you snap out of the trance, Gwayne halts and you both immediately look to the place of origin.

It was your brother, Criston.

His expression contained that of both anger and shock, Gwanye quickly pulls himself out of you and puts his breeches back on and you get off the ledge and pull your skirts down and pat the wrinkles down.

“B-brother I— I can explain, it was me—” You begin, “Be quiet, Y/N.” He grits his teeth, cutting you off from speaking as his eyes shoot daggers into Gwayne, whose face is now bearing a smug expression.

“You fucking bastard!” Criston yells before he reaches over and grabs Gwayne, throwing him to the ground before punching his face. Gwayne dodges it, holding his hands down. “It is not so nice when you discover that someone has been fucking your sister, is it?” Gwayne remarks which angers Criston further.

A group of guards rush over putting an end to this fight, pulling the two men apart as you stand there in shock, shaking as if you were scared of both the men.

The next thing you know, You, Gwayne, Criston were all standing before the dowager queen as she looked at you all three in questioning ways. “What has happened?” She directs her question to Gwayne who raises an eyebrow.

Gwayne doesn't answer, “This b- Lord Gwayne was—” Criston swallows as he looks at you, “He was caught in a compromising position with my sister.” He blurts out, “And what was the compromising position that made you raise your hand on my brother, Ser Cole? They could have just been together—” Alicent wanders off.

“He was fucking my sister.” Criston grits his teeth, spitting the words out like venom, causing Alicent to cut herself off. She goes silent as she looks over at her brother, “Is this true?” She asks and Gwayne nods, “Yes my Queen, how can a man hold himself back at the sight of such a maiden? Besides, she wasn't opposed to the idea.” Gwayne speaks out, his words angering Criston ever more.

“Y-yes your grace, I wasn't opposed to it.” You jump in defending Gwayne which makes me smile at you, making Criston look at you in disbelief.

“My Queen, he has tainted her, he has ruined her, who will marry her now?” Criston brings up a valid point which makes the Queen get lost in thought, you put your head down, ashamed of it.

“I shall, I will marry her.” Gwayne volunteers which makes everyone look at him in shock. He only offers a smile.

He wasn't doing it out of kindness or anything, he knew that by marrying you, Criston will experience the same torment and anguish Gwayne felt when he discovered the truth of Criston and Alicent, except it will be a hundred times worse because Criston has no way to avenge himself, for he cannot marry Alicent.

He'll have to suffer, watch his little sister marry Gwayne, become his wife and a mother of his children, every step will be a stab in a vital organ to Criston.

Was Gwayne going a bit too far? Perhaps, yet it didn't matter, for the situation only benefits him. Not only will Criston be tormented by this relationship but he will have you as his pretty wife whom he can fuck and ruin all he wants.

Gwayne is a selfish man.

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[billieshrry]

Only Angel • B.E.

Summary: you meet a girl at a party, you smoke a joint with her, and you let her fuck you like crazy.

Warnings: smut, gxg, degradation, shes high, dom!billie, sub!reader, one night stand, strap!billie, i did not proof this

You don’t know why you let Abby drag you to this party.

She claimed you needed to “go out more” and “not be so shy” now that you graduated college. Living in L. A. Was threatening to you, though. Too many people, too many drugs, too much drama.

So when your roommate first asked you to join her, you laughed in her face. When she begged you (for days, actually) you finally gave in.

“What’s the harm in it?” She asked. It was a “small” function, one of her friends from her college invited her to a party in the Hills. He told her to bring as many people as she knew. And well, Abby only really knew you. You didn’t want to disappoint her.

Plus, it’d probably be nice to get out of the house for a night, especially after moving all of your shit across the country 2 weeks ago.

And so, now you’re here, silently motivating yourself to walk through the huge doors of the mansion just 2 streets over from Rodeo Dr. That is, until Abby drags you inside by your wrist before you’re done manifesting a good night.

You immediately go to the kitchen to get a drink.

The entire house was packed, the music was loud, and you’re honestly surprised nobody has made any complaints about it to the police. The speakers were rattling and you just wondered who the hell owned this nice of a place and also listens to Drake.

3 shots later and you’re ready to wonder around the house. You look outside the back patio first, watching stupid, drunken idiots jump off the roof into the huge pool. Internally rolling your eyes, you keep looking around until you spot a girl on the couch, manspreading in cargo pants at least 4 sizes too big on her, smoking a joint while a blonde kisses down her neck.

And she spots you too.

All Billie is thinking in this moment is how innocent you look: a cute pink mini skirt with your black lace thong barely peeking through, probably by mistake, and a small sheer top with a matching bra also vaguely showing. You looked like an angel.

Your eye contact with the mysterious black-haired girl doesn’t waver, even while the blonde, practically on top of her at this point, sucks marks into her neck that will probably be there for days.

The girl blows smoke out towards you, then curls her finger to beckon you over.

You oblige.

She shoos off the other girl, who doesn’t seem phased but instead runs outside to probably find her friends. The girl on the couch pats her lap, looking you up and down, silently telling you to sit there. Instead you sit next to her, take the joint out from between her fingers, and take a long drag.

“I’m y/n” you say, not daring to look her in the eyes as you give back her joint. She takes it, and you see from the corner of your eyes as she puffs once more before putting it out on the tray in front of you.

She adjusts her backwards fitted cap before licking her lips and slouching down a little more.

“Billie. You come alone?”

You tell her Abby’s somewhere probably hooking up with a dude before Billie puts her hand on your thigh, sending chills up your spine. She leans in to your neck, her lips barely grazing your ear, and whispers just loud enough for you, and you alone, to hear.

“Wanna follow me upstairs, baby?”

So obviously, you go.

She walks behind you, staring at your ass shake each time you take a step. You silently thank God that Abby made you wear a tiny mini skirt and just a lace thong underneath. You remind yourself to thank her later.

Billie puts her hand on the small of your back as she leads you to a bedroom down the hallway, then slams the door shut and locks it. Immediately, she slams your body against the door, kissing down your neck and squeezing your hips simultaneously.

“Coming out looking like this was dangerous, you know.” Billie groans into your ear as her hands travel around your waist.

She makes her way up to your tits, gently squeezing them and then moving her hands around to take your bra off. You lift your hands up so she can rip your shirt and bra off together, your legs shaking with anticipation. After haphazardly tossing your top across the room, she grabs you and pushes you on to the bed, face down. As you moan, she smacks your ass and grabs the handprint after, soothing your fiery skin.

“You gotta hush, baby. Can’t let your friend know who you’re having fun with.” Billie tells you seductively before kissing down your spine, then propping your ass up so she can get a good view.

“So fuckin’ wet already, hm? Can’t wait to taste this pretty little thing.” Billie said quietly, to herself most likely, before grabbing your cheeks and attaching her mouth to your pussy.

She moves her tongue around expertly, making you fall apart under her touch.

“F- fuck Billie!” You exclaim, feeling your legs get even shakier and that pit grow in your lower stomach. You reach your arms out, grasping for the sheets, the pillows, anything to grab onto. You struggle to keep your moans in, not wanting to know what her punishment would be if you got too loud.

“Don’t stop, pl- ah!” You’re cut off by Billie sliding her middle finger inside of you, curling it to hit that soft, spongey spot. Your body weakens and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you shake and beg for more.

Although, all she does is stop.

As she removes her finger, she gets up and pulls your hair so hard your back arches, your back now flush against her chest. As you pant for air, she shoves her finger down your throat, watching you through hooded eyes. You taste yourself on her finger, gagging and keeping your eyes locked with hers.

She pulls your hair tighter, sliding her hand out of your mouth and grasping onto your neck instead, aggressively making out with you. Although Billie mumbled through the kisses, you heard her loud and clear;

“I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard, angel.”

“I’m gonna turn you into a little devil in these sheets, hm? You want that?”

You nod and she releases the grip on your throat, which forces you to flop back over onto your stomach. However, this isn’t the position she wants you in.

Billie swiftly grasps the back of your legs and flips you around so you’re lying on your back as she leans over you, her knees on either side of your legs at the end of the bed. She quickly (and with one hand) takes her belt off, and then pulls her pants down revealing a strap she had been wearing this whole night. You look up into her eyes, a glimmer of fear not going unnoticed by the woman above you. She just smirks and spits down onto the fake cock, rubbing it around before running the tip up and down your folds.

She leans over you, moving your legs onto her shoulders before sliding the very end of the dick into your entrance. You gasp loudly but she shuts you up, shoving two fingers into your mouth.

Billie thrusts her hips all the way into you, watching your back arch like an exorcism.

She was gonna fuck that only angel right outta you.

As her pace sped up, your moans increased in number and volume, and she moved her fingers away from your mouth, now toying with your nipples. As she pinched and squeezed at you, she watched your jaw slack and your eyes flutter shut, appreciating the effect she had on you.

“I’m gonna cum, Billi- fuck!” You yelp, her fingers finding their way to your clit. As she rubbed tight circles, she could tell you were getting close. She watched with a low gaze as you came apart right underneath her, soaking her cock and fingers.

She fucked you all through your orgasm, hers following soon after, the pressure of the strap hitting her spot too much to handle. She slowed her pace but not her hardness, eyes rolling back and her hair falling into your face as she bent over you, cumming.

Her sighs in your ear sounded like heaven, and she lightly licked your ear before sucking on the lobe.

“God, you’re so fucking good, I wanna die tonight in your sweet little pussy.”

Idk how to write smut I’m just bored sry

[gojoidyll]

blindsided pt 1

simon ghost riley x fem!reader

summary | you're blind and haven't realized that you were in the apocalypse. thankfully, some military men point that fact out to you.

based off of this

Your alarm blared loudly causing you to groan and reach for it. You fumbled for a hot minute, but managed to hit the off button before sitting up. You were forever grateful that your mother set up your alarm for you since you didn’t have the eyes to do it yourself. Well, you had eyes, of course, you were just blind.

Yawning slightly, you moved so that you were sitting on the edge of your bed, your feet planted on the ground. And the moment you did that your could hear the faint pitter-patter of your beloved service dog, Bob.

Bob was a chill and quiet dog, only ever barked and pulled roughly at you when a car was speeding towards you. And Bob was smart. Too smart, in fact, cause he always growled and showed his teeth when someone would flip him the middle finger for shits and giggles. He didn’t like the disrespect.

“Do you know what today is?!”

You felt your dog jump, his front paws landing in your lap as he leaned in and licked your cheek.

“That’s right, buddy! Grocery store today!”

Bob jumped off of you as you stood up, your feet shuffling a bit as you reached for your trusty walking stick.

“Let’s get ready and beat the morning rush, yeah?”

You could feel Bob’s tail happily hit against you before he trotted off to the kitchen, you smiling as you followed after.

Your morning routine was simple. Hit your pinky toe a few times, hope to god the clothes you put on aren’t inside out or backwards, pop in some toast and maybe even indulge in some pancakes, while also being sure to feed Bob. Then, if you have to go somewhere, strap Bob into his harness, get your shoes and socks on and head on right out the door (while being sure to not forget your wallet in the process).

“I hope the store isn't ’t so bad,” you said as you locked your front door before turning to walk down your sidewalk, “and that the busses aren’t crowded…,” you shivered at the memory of having a bunch of snot nosed brats petting your service dog while also being forced to stand in the overcrowded vehicle.

And as soon as you reached the end of your driveway, you heard a large crash from the house in front of you, most likely Jerry knocking over his trashcan again. Ugh… Jerry. The man was annoying as hell, and a pervert.

Just because you were blind doesn’t mean you couldn’t feel his stare on you. It gave you the creeps!

“The hell?”

Stopping you heard hurried footsteps coming towards you from Jerry’s house, your lips immediately setting into a tight line. I swear, if he is going to try and touch me again-

The moment you felt his hands grab you, you tightened your grip on your walking stick/cane and swung it down hard on his ankle. You were surprised he didn’t let our a pained scream instead of a loud groan, but was satisfied when you heard him fall to the ground and let you go.

“Sorry about your ankle Jerry, but I did warn you about touching me and grabbing me like that. Put some ice on it, and, God, take a shower. You smell like a rotting corpse!”

Crinkling your nose, Bob got the message and started walking in the direction of the main street towards the doctor’s office. Unbeknownst to you though… Jerry had gotten up and started to hobble after you, albeit slowly. But you were already far away from him to notice or care. If he had something to say to you then it better be an apology. Other than that, you weren’t interested.

After a few more minutes of walking, your dog stopped causing you to smile.

“Finally made it to the bus stop.”

You released a sigh of relief as you stood there for a few minutes. Bob sat down next to your feet. And as you waited at the bus stop, you started to get antsy. Usually other people would start to wait with you, but it must be a slow day, or… you missed the bus. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.

Then your phone dinged, signaling you that you were going to be late for the bus if you didn’t get a move on. (Your mother helped you set up alarms for when the bus stops.)

“Darn it,” you muttered, “guess I missed the bus. Come on, Bob, let’s get going.”

Pulling the leash a bit, your dog got up and started walking again. And as you walked and got out the neighborhood and more into the city, you found that everywhere was more… trashy. It was weird. It was like you were walking over more things than you typically would.

You tried to ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach, something that Bob easily took notice of as he stopped so you could catch your breath. You don’t know what’s going on with you today. Was it just nerves?

Shaking your head, you fumbled a moment before finding Bob’s head and giving him a gentle pat between the ears, “let’s… let’s just go to the small gas station shop instead, yeah?”

Bob let out a quiet woof as he started walking again, presumably to the small little gas station instead of the grocery store. Your doctor always told you to take things easy if you felt something was off after all.

And after one more block, Bob stopped in front of the door to the gas station. It was odd that there weren’t any cars trying to fill up during the morning rush, but you decided not to think about it.

“Morning, tommy!”

Your voice rang out when you opened the door (after embarrassingly missing the handle a couple of times), but surprisingly Tommy didn’t answer. Instead, you heard a loud thump in the back.

He must be in the storage closet; you thought with a grin.

“Come on, Bob.”

You tugged gently on his harness as you went through the various shelves. Frowning every now and then when you felt how little the supply was with your cane, “what the-?”

You stopped for a moment, “Hey, Tommy! Where is everything? Did you forget to restock?”

You had called out to him again, but instead of an answer, you hear another loud thump and rolled your eyes.

“Let’s just find what we can, Bob.”

You managed to snag a bag of chips, some tampons, and even a few more extra snacks and two small bags of dog food. Bob would always woof once for good products or two times for no, put that back. You always wondered how Bob got so smart, but you were thankful, nonetheless.

Then, going to the counter, you didn’t bother to wait for Tommy as you went behind it and bagged your items yourself after ringing them up and getting exact change out of your wallet. Your bills and such were stamped with brail, so that way you could tell if you were handing someone a dollar or a twenty, deciding not to fiddle with the cash register, you placed twenty-five on the counter.

“Money’s by the cash register,” you called out but was only greeted with an even louder thump from the storage closet. Shrugging, you folded your cane and slipped it into one of the plastic bags and slung them over your shoulder while opening one of the chip bags you got.

Popping a chip in your mouth you tugged the harness with your free hand, “let’s go home, Bob.”

Bob let out a small woof and tugged you to the door.

“Man, these are some pretty good chips. Here, try some!”

You flicked a piece up in the air, and not a moment later did you hear Bob snap at it and crunch it between his teeth. You could feel how his tail wagged when being granted the chip. It made you grin.

Meanwhile, four men were on the other side of the street. All of them decked out in military gear.

“Not a single living person in this whole damn city!”

“Quiet, Soap.”

“But-“

As Soap was bickering with their Captain for the tenth time that day, Ghost found his mind wandering. A part of himself still unbelieving that this situation exists. Just a month ago he was on deployment. He didn’t expect to come back to this.

Though, his thoughts were soon interrupted when he glanced across the street towards the little mart, the door opening wide as a dog walked out first followed by some.. girl? Fucking hell.

He glanced towards Price who got the message, and looked to where Ghost had his sights on.

“Soap, you’re about to eat those words.”

Soap finally looking to where everyone else was including Gaz, brightened almost immediately at the sight of you.

“I’ll be damned,” he said as he raised his arm up to wave, “hey, you! Lass with the dog!”

Minding your own business, you didn’t expect to be called out to. Especially by someone with such a weird accent-

You turned, “uhhh- yeah?”

You tried to muster up a voice loud enough in hopes that they heard you.

“Ye blind lass? We’re over here!”

You couldn’t stop the heat of embarrassment cross over your features as you still couldn’t tell which way his voice was shouting at you from except from the fact that he was somewhere behind you.

“Actually,” you called back out, “I am!”

“You’re what?”

“I’m blind!”

There was a heavy silence that followed and thinking that you have successfully turned down someone catcalling you, you turned back in the direction of your home and motioned for Bob to move again.

“Hold up!”

You frowned when you felt this person grab your shoulder, the way his grip felt sending a jolt through your body momentarily. This guy was stronger than Jerry, your walking stick probably won’t even leave a bruise if you try to hit him. Not that you could, though, since you put your cane in one of your plastic bags.

Bob let out a small growl, you didn’t need eyes to see that his was raised into a mohawk.

“Listen, I’m just trying to get home. I’m not in the mood to get mugged or anything like that, and- and if you do try something my dog will bite.”

Wrong, Bob was sweet. Sure he growled at aggressive people but he wouldn’t hurt anyone. He was a service dog, and a violent service dog wasn’t a good one. (You begged to differ, especially in situations like these-)

“Soap, let her go.”

The grip on your shoulder quickly disappeared as soon a the new voice popped in. Ok, so there are two guys.

“Sorry to frighten you love, but seeing you out here just through us off guard was all.”

You scrunched your face up, “why? It’s natural to go outside, isn’t?”

You didn’t realize that they looked amongst each other until a new voice popped up, this one a bit rougher than the others, “do you know what is even going on around you?”

You furrowed your brow, “no?”

Three guys. Ok so there are three men-

“Love, it’s an apocalypse.”

Four men-

You shook your head at that, “the what now?! That’s- that’s impossible! I mean, just earlier I hit Jerry in the ankle-“

“You mean the zombie that’s slowly hobbling towards us?”

“Pervert Jerry is a zombie?!”

You wished that you stayed in bed this morning. Cause like, what the hell?!

[actiniumwrites]

BLURRED LINES

synopsis: the defining moment that changed the course of your relationship with them from being enemies to that of lovers

characters: kaeya, yelan, scaramouche, ayato, cyno, dottore, and alhaitham x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, injuries, blood, fighting, harassment (not from any of them), not proofread

notes: idk man i just wanted to write some enemies to lovers scenarios. each of these get longer as they go, so uh, sorry if you wanted some of the first ones to be longer cause i don’t really know what happened 😭 enjoy <3

Kaeya watched how you laughed so loudly, so confidently at him as you fought somewhere behind him. It was as loud and recognizable as usual. He felt his heart beat faster — flushed, annoyed, and fed up with your constant need to one up him, laugh at him for no reason, and point out each and every small mistake he makes. As the Cavalry Captain racked his brain for a comeback, anything to take you off your high horse, his ears began to hurt as your laughter faded into that of dreadful screams. Blue eyes caught yours in an instant, turned so fast that his body almost gave him whiplash. No. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this. Not when he hadn’t realized his hatred for you was nothing more than a guise for his buried love.

Yelan’s faint laughs scared the people on the harbor. Such an intimidating women, softly — yet arrogantly — laughing to herself was certainly an odd sight to see. She had bested you once again, and you hadn’t even known it yet. And Archons she couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you realized it. Her laughter quickly subsided at the faint sounds of desperation and begging, coming from somewhere within a nearby alleyway. Nearly walking past it out of the need to be in other places, Yelan stopped in her trail when the whimpering cries turned into your voice. Fury festered throughout her body in an instant. Nobody was allowed to mess with you, not unless it was her. Maybe she hadn’t realized it yet, but she would do anything to protect you — even if it meant giving her life.

When Scaramouche fell limp out of the robot, falling from great heights as he plummeted to the ground, he held no beliefs he would be caught — no less by the hands of you, his sworn enemy. Yet, there you were, arms wrapped tightly around him as the traveler and Paimon stared at you in shock. Something about the way your heart felt the moment you saw him fall was deeply painful, like weeds growing around your heart. Though, the strong heat from your love was enough to burn those weeds, enough to propel yourself forward without thought and save the man you had unknowingly come to love. And as Nahida watched the scene play out in front of her, a knowing smile crossed her face.

Ayato loved nothing more than to argue and debate with you. It came as a package deal alongside the fact that you were from the Tenryou Commission and he was from the Yashiro commission. Because god you were so smart and always had the perfect comebacks, even though it was infuriating when you would win. What he didn’t like, however, was when he would watch you argue with someone else. Especially when you lost to them. Ironic, right? He hated watching his enemy lose? So when his eyes spotted you around the corner of Ritou, backed up against a wall as a rude man berated you, his eyes filled with fury and his heart was racing. No one was allowed to treat you like that. So he took care of them for you, even though he knew you were fully capable. And as you stormed away from him, he was left with a single question: if you were supposed to be his enemy, then why the hell did he care so much about you?

The moment Cyno saw you fall backwards, he scoffed. Honestly, when were you actually going to beat him while sparring? But then you didn’t get up. Cyno swore he felt his heart fall out of his chest. And oh archons, the moment he saw blood, the weapon fell out of his hand and his feet propelled him forward. His knees scraped against the rugged bricks of the floor as his arms wrapped themselves around your torso and hoisted it against him. But then your eyes opened and the laugh he always thought was so beautiful fell from your lips. Stopping when your eyes met his serious expression, you joked, “What? Don’t tell me you were actually worried about me?” Cyno’s eyes pierced through yours, a serious, yet genuine, expression painted across his face, “Don’t scare me like that, it’s not funny…I thought I lost you for a second.”

Dottore felt annoyed the moment he heard you knock on the door. So he ignored it, knowing only you would be stupid enough to get hurt and go to him at such late hours of the night. You could’ve seen another doctor, but he knew you loved to annoy him more than anything else. But then the knocks came again, weaker and more fragile this time. Sighing, he opened his door, only to find you. Your eyes were kept on the floor, but he could see the tears that pooled in them. Blood adorned most of your body, and your clothes were all tattered and torn. The arm that was holding you up against the door gave out and you collapsed, but not before Dottore caught you in his arms. You were mumbling, shaking, and absolutely terrified as you leaned against him. And yet, for some reason, Dottore couldn’t help but feel a small feeling of warmth spreading in his cold heart at the thought of you coming to him when you were most vulnerable. Though, it wasn’t enough to stop the anger he felt for the person that hurt you.

Alhaitham sighed for what felt like the thousandth time that day as he spotted you in the library late at night. Shouldn’t you have already gone home? Or were you just trying to get ahead him again? Perhaps aiming to steal his position at the Akademiya this time? He never knew with you, but at least the competition kept things a little more entertaining each day. So, he made another sarcastic comment toward you on his way out. He couldn’t see your face from the way you were sitting, but your silence stopped him in his tracks. No rebuttal? No comeback? Not even an annoyed sigh? And then your shoulders started to shake, and small whimpers fell from your lips. Shit. Alhaitham didn’t know what to do in situations like this. But even so, he stopped and walked toward you. Sat down next to you and stayed quiet, only offering a few tissues and some water he had on him — which you hesitantly, but gratefully took. Maybe you were his “enemy” and maybe he didn’t know how to deal with people crying, but for some reason it felt natural with you and he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave you alone.

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He Chose You (Pt. 12)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E for Explicit.

(LISTEN… this story has gotten out of control and I need help.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End

“It’s alright, child.” Sera’s moods swung round like a revolving door. She could change and bend from someone motherly to a raging Force to an uninvolved observer in a millisecond. “You don’t know any better.”

She reach out and placed a hand on your cheek, perfectly warm and loving in her caress while her eyes remained like flint against the loveliest of features. “Everything has come to pass as it should. You’ll understand in time.” 

It made you sick. Your skin grew clammy as an acidic substance shot up your esophagus and your whole body pitched backward to escape.

You would’ve taken hours locked away with that asshole Adam before you stood another minute being condescended to by the Seraphim.

You were sulking, and you knew it, but you couldn’t stop. 

The building that you had been taken into to meet Sera in the first place served as some sort of Capital. It was grandiose and reached so high up that you couldn’t see where the damn ceiling ended. Perhaps it didn’t. 

You had to take great pains to escape it, navigating among high-ranking angels of all kinds filtering from both the ground and air above you in orderly chaos. It quickened your step to notice that a number of them did a double-take at seeing you. 

           They resembled different things, just as the angels outside did, although most of them appeared human-like. You wondered briefly if there was a rhyme or reason to it, or if God chose to make the woman you barely avoided running into resemble a moose because it made Him laugh. 

Once you’d escaped the war room, you had immediately breathed a little easier. Still, you continued on until you physically felt the tiny shocks and electric currents of warning ebb from your skin. It was as if Sera’s essence had stuck to you, her presence clinging to your frame to make a longer impression.

It had your skin tightening, muscles clenching as a chaotic flood of anxiety and fear prevented you from walking solidly. Too many ‘what if’s’ took you in and out of awareness, making you stumble over nothing. 

It had crossed your mind that Emily did not appear before you’d made yourself scarce. A part of you had wondered at that, feeling as though she’d have waited for you out of some concern for your wellbeing. 

Perhaps that was all for show, however. Sera was clearly excellent at appearing benevolent, and Emily had looked toward the Seraphim for guidance in front of you. It stood to reason that Emily could also be two-faced. 

The logic was sound and yet it made you wince, whether from shame at your incorrect judge or character —

‘Or how much she reminds me of Lucifer.’

You imagined Emily looking at you while stripped of any warmth and compassion. She quickly changed, morphing into Lucifer with hollow, unfeeling red eyes. 

It hurt.

—

Panic had you frozen in place a time or two before you’d gained a wide enough berth to stop. 

Beforehand you’d walked clouds so polished and flat you’d swear they were glass, amidst the more general population of Heaven with your arms wrapped around yourself. It felt needed when even those outside the Capital looked at you with interest, as if they knew. 

Maybe they did. Was it against the rules to keep secrets in Heaven? 

“We are literally judges, juries and executioners in Hell.”

“Executioners?” 

“What’re you talking about?” 

The recollection of a seemingly insignificant moment drew you to a halt. You stared at the pristine ground, fists knocking at your sides. The confusion on your face doubled when you looked up. 

Your ‘wide berth’ had led you far away from the crowds of perfectly content angels and their sleek, futuristic buildings. Farther than you’d anticipated, as ahead of you lay a line of trees that thickened into a dense forest. 

Like Earth, Heaven had a variety of terrains — or so it would seem. Child-like curiosity had you crossing the line between airy openness and into the thicket of pines. All varieties of fir, pine, and larch coexisted with one another, bowing and swaying in the wind. There was nothing to be afraid of, but a sense of oddity hung in the air as you walked a perfectly sculpted path. 

The smell of damp earth and lilies rose from the ground at your feet. A warm breeze rustled the hair that hung limply around your face. Birds sung merrily above you, flitting from branch to branch. 

It occurred to you that no matter how deep you traveled into the woods, the sunlight never waned. 

And yet faintly you heard roaring. It was distant but growing louder with every step you took. 

It was not an animal nor man calling out to you from far away. You felt the change as the smell of sap intermingled with that of salt on the wind, and the floor turned from nettles and moss to pale sand. 

You rubbed your eyes as the trees parted and seemed to disappear as they revealed a beautiful, sparkling sea. 

Sun cast off the surface of the ocean, bouncing against a kaleidoscope of multicolored clouds surrounding it. And you had Dejá vu before blinking away the flash of purple and honey in your eyes. 

You watched tiny waves as they fell against the shoreline, seafoam disappearing within moments. It continued, mesmerizing you, as you ambled toward it. When the water finally rushed over your feet, it carried tiny seashells that scuttled around you. And unlike the ocean you were familiar with, this one was a perfect temperature, no acclimation required. 

For the first time since arriving in Heaven, you felt yourself smiling genuinely. 

You gave into the urge to squish the wet sand between your toes and waded into the water up to your ankles. Your worries began to wash away with each pull of the tide, slow and steady. 

Eventually, you meandered away from that singular spot and began to trek parallel to the shore. The sun never got in your eyes nor did the sand get whipped up and blow into your mouth. Everything from the waves to the breeze was gentle. 

As were the eyes that were upon you. 

As soon as you felt that stare, you stopped in your tracks. Just the thought of turning to them was daunting. 

You don’t have to look, but you do. 

There’s a woman with you now, with hair so long and blonde it’s almost white. Her chin, lips, nose, and eyes are delicate and soft.

—

Eve had lingered upon your every step once you’d arrived in her neck of the woods. 

She was glad to see that the effects of the beach it hid were enough to soothe you, even if it was more of a distraction than a cure. You deserved something good, even if it was relatively meager compared to everything you’d endured up to this point. 

Your figure grew smaller as you crossed the sand, away from the first woman’s hiding spot. You were none the wiser, engrossed in the soothing give and take of the water. It made it easier for Eve to creep up the beach only a few paces away, free to follow your path without ruining your tranquility. 

It reminded Eve of a simpler time when she was the one being eyed curiously from afar. 

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[yandere-kokeshi]

Hi! I hope you're having a nice day

I'm just wondering if you can make a yandere ghost or price with a s/o who has a other boyfriend fic?

Thanks<3

(if you don't have time for this, it's okay)

— Such Waste

Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, suggested age gap, swearing, talks about reader who grew up in an abusive family; current-bf is abusive/has an unhealthy relationship; reader is slightly naive, violence, and detailed blood..

A/N: this one was pretty hard for me to finish so sorry if it's dull or simply not well; I'm not very happy with it lmao. Enjoy! :]

Inserting the key into the door with a small click!, and opening it to your usually, scattered apartment, you sighed — heavily. 

Today was grueling. Not only was your work office incredibly demanding, but it was possibly draining what was left of your very soul. Your bones and stiff muscles were hurting. Begging for you to get more sleep than having 2 – 4 hours of naps every day.

You took off your shoes by the front door and put your belongings on the table; re-footing your steps backwards, to put your keys on the bookshelf for remembrance. Though, you were rudely interrupted as your phone buzzed multiple times, and you let out yet another sigh. 

In your bones, you had a feeling — an immediate feeling of who it was.

Grabbing your phone in the back pocket, you whisked it out and typed in your passcode before seeing multiple, if not, tons of missed calls and text messages from your current boyfriend.  

Liam: Are you srsly ignoring me? It was a joke. — sent at 8:23 pm

Liam: baby, come on. You passed your break. Just answer me. — sent at 8:57 pm

Liam: answer the fucking phone! Are you dumb? Pick up the phone!!!! — sent at 9:21 pm

Liam: if you don’t answer, it's over. — sent at 11:48

You rolled your eyes, feeling anger rise in you again. You chose to send a small message. Who would’ve thought the blue-eyed, blond hair and a tooth gap combo of a man would be the best fit? Not you, apparently. 

You: Got caught up with work. Sorry, we can talk more about this tomorrow. I’m gonna head to bed. Night.  — sent at 12:19 pm

While Liam was a nice guy, he was slightly controlling and immature. Always wanted to know who or where you were, why you were hanging out with people he didn’t know, and if you loved getting unwanted attention. Sometimes, fights got so bad that your elderly neighbors had to call the police to separate the two of you for a few nights. 

Poor Lucy. Wonder how she still deals with you being next door.

Groaning, you put your phone back into your back pocket, before your hands rubbing over your face in exhaustion. 

Not only was your boss extremely cranky and rude today, but everyone was on edge due to his behavior. You couldn’t even talk to your coworkers without them using the excuse of ‘I have to leave’ whenever he steps foot into the room. Plus, the stress of bills, your current boyfriend, and the harassment was getting to your breaking point. 

God, you hated this job. But it paid your bills. That’s all you cared about, right?

You scoffed, feeling your back prick and pop in places that sounded like it shouldn’t. Looking at the fridge in your kitchen, you slumped over and walked over to it, talking to yourself as you opened it, reaching down for the leftover pizza box that you didn’t get to finish last night.

Barely eating a few pieces, you were already heading down the hallway to your bedroom, peeling off your sweaty work clothes. However, something stopped you in the tracks that made your heart jump right out of your chest and into your mouth. 

Roses. Roses were on your bed. Sure, it was beautiful. The lilac, reddening color shining in your room was gorgeous. 

But who put them there?

You stared at them. Who the hell was in your apartment? Was it maintenance? Maybe a surprise gift they gave out for people living here in the poor-run down apartments?

No. It couldn’t be. Rarely do they ever give you things — especially flowers. What and who the fuck?

“Do you not like them?” 

You jumped at the sudden rough voice, dropping your pizza on the floor and whipping around, seeing a giant man sitting in your favorite chair in the corner of your bedroom; wearing a thick, menacing skull balaclava, piercing your skin like a knife. 

“Who… the fuck are you!” you shouted. Your feet stepped back, watching him as he repositioned himself — his elbows now resting on the armrests of the chair, and leaning forward into the obvious comfy chair. You couldn’t help but judge the guy. Who wears a skull mask other than on Halloween? Was he a killer? Going to slice you—!

“I would think you’d know that with the stuff I gave you.” 

A chill ran down your spine. So was this — no, this was the guy. 

The man who left your favorite chocolate on your window seal each morning, the sweet notes of compliments, sometimes bearing suggestions on things you should wear that day. And the huge bouquet on the front door, which was soon transported to your dinner-table, that was left every Friday.

Oh, my g-d.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, finally looking at his outfit, seeing the Britain flag sewed on his Khaki pants. It’s military. What the fuck did you do? “Did I break the law?” you hushed out, terrified at the man.

However, the man in front of you snickered. “Doubt you’d have the guts to break the law, sweetheart.” 

“I– what?” you looked at him dumbfounded. Who the fuck was this guy? 

“Ya’ heard me, only have a speeding ticket,” he remarked, making you dart your eyes toward behind you to the hallway, seeing the front door before back at him. “Pretty impressive for your age, if ya’ ask me.”

Your brain short-circuited. “How… do you know that?” you posed, feeling your breathing quicken. “I have so many questions,” you added. But yet, the man stared at you with his darkening eyes. Didn’t help that your room was dimmed. You really should’ve fixed that light. 

He stared at you before speaking up. “Bet ya’ do. I’m all answering them as long as you get rid of that cunt of a boyfriend.” 

“E… ‘cuse me?” you stammered, taking another step back. But, your anger got ahead of you; your eyebrows knitted against each other. “I can assure you that he treats me well.”

Though, the man just scoffed and stood up as your throat closed at the sight of the man. Why the fuck was he so tall? “Sure. Keep imagining that sick fantasy image of yours, and you’ll wake up in the hospital with a broken nose.”

You wanted to defend yourself. But he was right. Breaking your index finger hurts like a bitch. The frequent fights were exhausting. The last time you tried talking with Liam about visiting a close friend an hour away ended up with his hand reaching out towards your wrist, twisting it with a large sprain and a large hospital bill. 

The yelling. The self-blame. The hours of constant harassment with texts and calls. The horrible smell of booze. You really fucked up your love life, didn’t you? 

“But,” he started, a thick accent voicing in as he stepped closer into your direction. “I can treat you better, love. Someone who won’t hurt ya. Treat you like the doll you are.”

You narrow your eyes at him, nervously biting at the inside of your cheeks as you wait for him to continue. 

“I’ll make sure to treat you well. Something you haven’t been lucky to feel. Your parents were mean towards you, no?” he asked questionably, and it made your heart drop to your stomach. “But, I can take care of you; better than anyone has.” 

So many questions raced through your mind as your eyes darted at the floor then back toward the man. Like a rabbit, you stiffened. Confused. Body shaking as the predator approached. 

“I don’t… even know who you are,” you replied, tightening your hand into a fist. Your heart was speeding, hands and legs shaking with fear. Your throat stiffened. He could clearly see it — and yet somehow, his eyes got softer; those brown pupils having a sad and apologetic look. Almost like a dog trying to comfort you. 

You don’t know you’re crying until you feel a gloved thumb wipe them away, causing you to flinch. Realizing that the man was now in front of you, you tried to step back, but your ankle hit the bedroom wall, securing you in a close habitat. 

But, with everything going on, you didn’t have the energy to push him away nor look up at him. Continuing to look at the floor as your mind circled around on whom the fuck was this man? 

“Look at me, will ya’?”

You hesitated. Didn’t reply. But as he said your name, a shiver traveled down your spine, and you looked at him – his predominant features coming in. Even with your anxiety and fear swirling in your stomach, you looked at the creases in his eyebrows, the clashing scars near his temple, eyes, and brows. His jarring eyes surrounded by black eyeshadow, seemingly gentler, almost like they were trying to welcome you into a trap. 

You stare up at him with half-lidded eyes. And with a gasp, you felt his hand take your chin, his palm almost eclipsing the lower half of your face, and turn your head right into the direction he wanted you to: staring at him in the eyes.

“I promise. I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassures, though, it doesn’t help as more tears drowned down on your behalf. 

And yet, you couldn’t fathom his words. 

“I don’t–” you started, taking a deep and sharp inhale, “–trust you, I don’t even know your name. How can I know you’re… not some, serial killer?” your question was weak. And stupid. But it was the only thing you could think of out of the bluster. 

His eyes narrowed at your reply before answering at your ‘plea’. 

“I suppose that’s a start,” he huffs.

You looked at his eyes, before narrowing down at the mask. And clearly, by your eyes and non-answer, he nodded at your invisible ask. 

Stepping back, the man’s hands traveled to lift the mask upwards. He revealed the point of his chin, the skin equally rough, like his demeanor. 

He didn’t stop from continuing, exposing more of his lower lip. The skin there was rugged and scarred, little creases in the flesh. Scars that made your heart thud awkwardly. At his cupid’s bow, where you saw a huge scar, it made you gasp quietly out of wincing. The thick mark going upward on his left lip, so callused and rough. It looks like it still hurts.

Finally, he pulled the mask fully off, revealing his natural-resting face, thick eyebrows, and the two large scars right above his filled brows. It helped a bit that he revealed himself, but you were still unsure how to… understand the situation.

He said your name, and it made you look at him. “Rest your worries when you’re by me, yeah?”

Those words fell into your stomach and twisted like a towel being squeezed. Though, somehow, in a way, you felt safer. A hesitant silence settles between you both, before you decide to speak up.

“Y–ou won’t hurt me?”  

Those stunning brown eyes take a moment to gaze into yours, searching something deeper in your meaning. Instead, all you could muster was eye contact that kept flickering to the floor and trying to calm your quickened breathing.

“What kind of man would I be if I did that, hm?” his voice is airy, tone-flimsy when asking his question. 

You swallowed thickly, “I want to know your name.”

“You do know my name, sweetheart,’” he coldly corrected you, “—use that smart brain of yours.”

Seconds blurred by you, trying to think – imagine what could or would be his name. But nothing came up. Nothing came to your brain, which, the man in front of you, hummed in acknowledgment at the state of your confused state. 

“Shame you don’t remember,” he started, a smirk curling on his face. “It’s Simon.”

Memories you didn’t know at the time came forward. 

Many things are given by that name — your favorite fast food being delivered to your home after a bad day, bouquets in expensive vases being delivered every week; cards given with clothes and money. And somehow, your insurance was now covering things they didn’t. 

Oh, and let’s not forget about the lingerie being sent. A note of: I hope to see you wear this tonight. Signed with initials: SR. 

At first, you thought it was Liam – but he was a cheapskate. Never liked spending money, especially on you. 

Your eyes widened, a bubble trapping itself in your throat — it was him. Police didn’t help, saying something along the lines of, ‘until they hurt you, we can’t do anything’. But when did they ever help? 

“So… what do you want, then?” you whisper, suddenly breathless with this proximity. You can see the gold-brown of his eyes clearly, the halo of honey flecks that cover the circumference of his pupil. His eyelashes flutter when he blinks, so pretty and… oddly feminine. 

“You.”

And just as he rasped that word, the banging on your front door started. The familiar yelling of Liam drowned out your thoughts, and his screaming made the two of you snap your head in the direction of the front door. 

He yelled out your name, and you flinched. Already feeling the bruising grabs, the constant screaming where your ears ring for hours. Oh god, what the hell did you do? 

“You– need to leave,” you ushered out, hands and legs shaking for the splinting images that shot through your head. 

He was banging on the door, jamming his fists; the handle being shaken so hard that it rattled stuck. It was all too much. 

Simon said your name, but you shook your head. Denying his existence. Danger was near, nobody would help save you. He needs to leave, he needs to leave, heneedstoleave—!

He grunted your name louder, and you looked at him with teary eyes; the small rivers turning into full tsunami’s. You couldn’t think. Breathe. He was here. Going to hurt you. He was going to die. So were you.

The door broke, the familiar thundering footsteps shook from across the house. And before you could react, Simon pushed you behind him — shielding you away from your abuser.  

“You—!” Liam screamed into the bedroom, a bottle of beer in one hand and his other clenched into a fist; his blue eyes burning into your stomach. You choked out a sob as he stepped further, but stopped at the sight of Simon. For once, Liam looked retched at his own thoughts. 

“Who the fuck are you?” he yelled, and the man only narrowed his eyes at Liam; challenging him with his height and quiet demeanor. 

“Get the fuck out.” his rough and dark voice sent shivers down your neck, making every hair stand up.

Liam scoffed, a plethora of curses voiced out, before he shut up. Your eyes narrowed, and as you looked at his shocked face, you saw a gun in view next — Simon’s finger gripping the trigger, aiming it at Liam’s head. 

Your heart leapt out. Fight or flight mode flicking on.

“Come on, man– we, we’re playing. Right—?” he chuckled out, and Simon grunted. 

In the dimmed room, you can see his high cheekbones and the absolute rage that is evident on his face, even hiding behind his mask. His hands are clenched around the gun tightly, finger curling even tighter around the trigger. 

“I’m not going to ask again; leave the fucking apartment.” 

Liam falsely chuckled, “O-or what? You’ll shoot me? Doubt you have the balls, my… guy.”

Within seconds, the gun went off — making you scream, closing your eyes, and covering your ears. Your fingernails scraped at your ears, making them ring. It hurt, not a single thought. Oh god, what the fuck happened? 

“—uck!” was all you could muster before you knelt to the ground, wrapping arms around yourself; teeth clenching down your lips as you felt— tasted blood. 

After a few minutes – or seconds – you open them up and find Liam, leaning on the wall for support, bleeding through his arm. There was so much– on the floor, on his hands. His eyes were widened, looking at the man in front of you; anger yet fear rising. 

He started hiccuping — more blood dripping down to the floor as he clenched his nearly wound. 

“Don’t ever let me see you again.”

Simon’s rough voice of threatening sent shivers down your body. Your breath hitched. Your body starts to shake as your eyes widen. Simon’s threat was enough for Liam to nod instantly, giving you one look before running out; not giving you a second look as it may not leave tonight with his face intact. 

You were about to say something, but the man cleared his throat and looked down at your shaking form. “Ya’ okay?”

You looked up at him, slowly nodding. In return, he said nothing, making you feel his eyes take in every detail of you. To your face and pupils, to your shaking legs and ragged breath. Yet, having never meeting you before, he gladly handed over his hand down to you. 

Looking up at his scarred hand, you hesitantly looked at it — large fingers, nails scratched and clear hangnails. You didn’t know what to do, other than grab it and strand up with his help. 

“Get your things.”

Your eyes narrowed, breath heaving. “Why?”

 He looked at you, brown pupils dilated. They were so feminine– pretty. His breath hitched, and a large hand grasped your shoulder. 

“Cause’ you’re gona’ be coming with me, forever.” 

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Sam warned you when he imprinted on you. He warned you not to deny the bond. You're just scared. You're terrified of being tangled up with wolves and vampires. What if you get hurt? You want him. You love him. You two have been a thing for a couple of years now. It's never been official. One day, he left the face of the earth. He came back, and things were different.

You've decided to do what's best for you. It's been a week since you've answered a text or a call from Sam. The last thing you told him was that you're moving out of Forks for safety.

His arms are of each side of your head. He's growling. He's angry. Your back is pushed against the front door inside your house.

"Sam. Out." You spit.

His face moves closer to yours. "If you leave me...." he sighs, looking down and then back up, "Forks.. I can't protect you."

His face is so mesmerizing to you. You feel the need to lean in, kiss him, and stay. NO! You stop yourself.

"Sam." You warn.

He growls, backing away from you. He grabs your arms, pulling you away from the door. He opens it and phases, running off quickly.

You fall onto the ground and start crying.

Loud running is heard behind you on the porch.

"Y/n, where'd Sam go?" You hear a panicked Paul.

"I don't know." You sniffle.

He helps you off of the ground. "I heard his thoughts. It just caught my attention. I just came to make sure you are okay."

You nod your head, looking out at the misty day. "Yeah, I'm fine."

----

Sam: I'm back home. Can I see you? I'm sorry for how I acted.

You ignore it and keep scrolling online for a safe place to live. You're looking for an apartment that's cheap as hell. Something that'll just give you a place to sleep when you're not working.

Sam is calling...

You decline the call. You groan and slip on your shoes. You get in your car and speed off to Sam's house.

You make it there and bang so hard on his door. "Sam!" You scream.

He opens the door and looks at you. God, you love him.

"I don't want you. I don't want to be here." You say.

His face falls but then he grabs your arm, pulling you inside.

"Hey!" You call out.

He shuts the door and turns to you. "That's a lie. I know when you lie. I know you." He grabs your face.

You don't want to be without him, but you are afraid.

"Sam Uley," you push his hands off of you, "I'm leaving." You spit.

"Fine. But I can't protect you." He pushes you against the wall, holding your shoulders. "You won't be able to call for me. You'll be dead before I can get there." He whispers.

You look up at him in shock. Your eyes start to water. "Fuck you, Sam." You hiss.

"You've done that before I imprinted, babe." He let's you storm out of the house.

You spend the rest of the night packing your stuff and trying not to have a mental breakdown. Once you're done, you fall back on your bed. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead from pushing yourself. You have to get out fast.

You feel a cold breeze come through your room. Ugh, you left the window in your room open. You turn your head to look at it, but you're faced with red eyes.

"Hey." She smiles with evil.

You jump out of the bed and stare at her with fear. Your heart starts to pump, and you hear pounding in your head as the rest of the place is filled with silence.

She grabs the wolf necklace on your nightstand that Sam made for you a month ago. She observes it and places it back down. "An imprint. This will be fun." She smirks.

You know this is your end.

Your head starts racing with memories. The ones that mean the most are with Sam.

"If you leave me.... Forks.. I can't protect you."

If you leave, nobody can save you. But right now, you have a chance to be saved.

"Sam, please hear me." You whisper.

She starts chuckling and walks backward to the window. "You're lucky." She stops smiling and jumps out from the window running.

You look out the window and see a group of wolves chase after her. You quickly shut the window and lock it. You walk backward sitting on your bed.

"You called for me."

The voice sounds like a melody.

"Sam."

"Yes?"

You feel him sit next to you. You keep your eyes forward, still in shock.

"I love you." You whisper.

"I know. I love you too." He wraps an arm around you.

"Don't let me be scared anymore." You finally face him. You look over his face and then his shirtless body.

"You will never have to be." He grabs your chin.

His eyes wander in yours. "You're already packed." He smiles.

You scoff with a smile and move your chin away. "Is this your way of asking me to move in?"

"Only joking if your answer is no." He chuckles. He sits for a moment, and you don't reply. He grabs your chin softly, pulling you back up to his face. "Even before I shifted, we've loved each other." His eyes sparkle.

"Sam, do you remember our first kiss?" You ask.

He slowly nods his head.

"Do you remember the first time in your bed?" You bite your lip.

He nods slowly, again.

"Can we do those again?"

He let's go of your chin and looks over your face. "I've been waiting for so long. I feel like.. I won't be able to stop myself from getting aggressive. " He says worriedly.

You don't care. You'll take whatever he's got to give you. You touch his chest and push him down. You straddle his thighs and look down at him.

He's taken aback but grabs your bottom and slides his hands up your back. He lifts his back, pulling you against him and kisses you roughly. You kiss him back with just as much roughness and tongue. His teeth slide against your lip, making you grab onto his hair and tug. He moans and starts to pull your shirt off.

A loud howl is heard.

He stops and sighs in annoyance. He gulps and looks up at you. You sigh and slump down.

"I'm sorry, baby. I have to go."

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The pack walks into your house, and so far, it's consisting of Paul, Jared, and Embry.

You place the cooked meals on the table.

"Mm! Damn! Y/n, it smells good." Jared side hugs you.

You laugh and hug him back. "Thanks, kid."

Sam walks up to you, and you look up at him. "Sorry about last night. The boys needed their alpha to finish the job." He smirks and grabs your bottom.

You shriek not used to this contact from him but then smile. He must feel comfortable enough to do that because of what happened last night.

You're not so sure what even came upon you. You guys haven't talked since last night, but it is routine for them to come over during lunch for your food.

"Sam, don't get nasty." Paul says.

"Don't tell me what to do." Sam picks with him.

Paul looks down at his plate and keeps eating his food.

"Alpha's orders." Embry teases Paul.

You giggle at them and lean up to kiss Sam's cheek. He smiles and then sits down to eat his food.

After eating, the three stooges go outside to wrestle, leaving you and Sam. You are in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess.

"So.." Sam says, standing behind you.

"What you got?" You smile.

"I adore you." He says.

You stop cleaning and turn to look at him. You lean up and press your lips on his. He kisses you back, holding onto your waist.

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Truth or Dare Part 1: JJ MaybankxF!Reader

Part 2

Summary: The group decides to play a game of truth or dare, pushing JJ and y/n over the edge. Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Drug and alcohol use, mentions of sex, kissing. No smut in this part. Decided to make this two part because I kind of got carried away with the word count.

Word Count: 4K

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“God, it's hot”, sweat pooled around the bottom of my hair as I placed it in a tight bun. The AC went out days ago. With John still fending for himself, he couldn't exactly afford to get it fixed. I was just thankful he was letting me crash here. My mom was out on a bender, and told me to get the hell out. She did this periodically,  never even giving me time to pack or gather a few days of clothes. 

“Sorry, trying to save up to get it looked at in a few days.” John was in the kitchen, his head stuck in thawled out on the floor in front of us, rolling a blunt with a grape swisher. My favorite. JJ was sprawled out on the floor in front of us, rolling a blunt with a grape swisher. My favorite. I admired the way his fingers rolled it, the way his tongue lightly licked the paper to stick both sides together. He looked good even in the heat, his hair sweaty and skin sticky. JJ wore a loose gray cut-off shirt, his toned shoulders exposed. With every moment I could see the subtle veins in his muscles move and flex. His hat was backwards, like often, and he was sticking the tip of his tongue out a bit, focusing on his rolling. 

He looked up, locking eyes on me. “What, you feenin’ that bad?” JJ smiled. 

I laughed, embarrassed he caught me staring. I annoyingly started crushing on JJ this past summer.It had gotten stronger this past month as JJ started staying at the chateau more and more. After everything that happened with JJ's dad and my mom kicking me out of the house all the time, we understood each other pretty well. John B welcomed us at his house. He always mentioned how quiet it was without his dad here. Most nights, JJ and I slept on a blow-up mattress or the couch. There were nights JJtried to go home, give his dad a chance. Most of those nights he showed up at 3AM, lightly tapping on the window for me to let him in. John B had basically tuned his hose into a homeless shelter. 

Sometimes, I thought I would catch JJ eyes lingering on me as I sat across the room or when I was wearing something a bit revealing, but I could never really catch him. There was tension in the air some nights, but JJ never acted on it. I thought about mentioning my crush to him a few times but I knew he was loyal to the rules. No pogue on pogue macking being one of the few. It might have sounded stupid now, especially after Pope and Kie worked out so well together. There was no drama with them, no fights causing tension with the group. The rule just sounded dumb now. 

“I was watching the way you roll, can never get mine that tight,” I lied. Weed. A good distraction for JJ. 

“Here, let me show you,” JJ patted the ground next to him, moving a few things so I would have space to sit. I took a seat in a criss-cross-apple-sauce position, our shoulda lightly brushed and I tried to ignore how hot and smooth his skin felt against mine.

“Here take this one”, JJ handed me a swisher, the tobacco thrown on a plate in front of us. He grabbed my fingers gently, instructing me on how to rub up and down in a quick delicate motion. I felt my face get as he held my hands in his. “Oh, yeah. See, that looks great. Good job” JJ smiled, pressing his shoulder a bit more into mine. 

I laughed “Thank you, Professor Maybank. Outstanding lesson”. I handed the fresh blunt to JJ and he took out a baby blue lighter. 

“Hey, you lighter thief. That's mine.” I scolded him. “I've been looking for that.”

He laughed again. “Yeah well, wanted to carry you with me.” 

A gentle knock on the door followed as Pope and Kiara walked in, carrying a pack of beer and popsicles.

I sprung up. “Dear god, give me one of those.” I geeked excitedly. My mouth was so dry. 

Kiara laughed, handing me a red colored cherry popsicle. I undid the wrapper, and licked it slowly. 

I took my seat down to my JJ again. It was so hot the popsicle was melting on my hand already. I sucked off the juice, bringing my fingers to my mouth. JJ finally lit the perfect blunt, and took a short hit. He motioned to me and brought it to my mouth, the b, unt between two fingers. I attempted not to make eye contact as I breathed in, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from him. We stayed like this for a second before I blew the smoke gently towards him. Of course, I had to start coughing, my throat on fire. 

“Alright, just breathe.” JJ padded my back. I nodded my head and sucked in the hot air, trying to breathe the smoke feeling away. 

JJ grabbed the blunt, passing it over to Kie and Pope. Pope surprisingly hit it, something we didn't see him do often. He made a sore, sour face when he finished, immediately grabbing for water.

My lungs had finally stopped burning and I licked the popsicle a few times, the cold ice beating the dryness of my tongue. I let out a low slow moan at the chillness. Cherry was always my favorite. Bright, hot, red. I sucked a bit at the tip, juice filling my mouth. 

JJ, looked over. I could tell by his shifting and clenched jaw he was uncomfortable. Maybe the weed got him nervous or something. I grabbed his shoulder, the room slightly spinning. I was always light weight and JJ always had the strongest shit.

“J’ you okay?” I asked, taking a small bite off the top of the popsicle. 

JJ smirked a bit, his head tilted slightly to the side. “I’m doing just fine, y/n”, he spoke.

Sarah took a small hit, almost gagging. She was still getting used to our life, but she was open to trying as many new things as possible. I remember the first time she smoked. She stayed up all night counting the stars. She kept messing up and having to start over again. She handles it a lot better now.

We each passed it around a few more times, I stopped after three hits. It's all I could take before becoming a puddle on the carpet. It was getting dark out now and since it was our last weekend before school I knew the group would get a bit crazy.

“Come on, let's go take a dip in the hot tub,” Kiara exclaimed. She undid her shorts and t-shirt, leaving her in a light purple bikini. It complemented her skin tone beautifully.

“Bet, gotta change first.” In a corner of the living room, JJ's and I’s clothes were thrown in cheap dollar store bins. Most of my stuff was left at my mom’s house. All I really had here were the clothes I was wearing and things Kiara and Sarah let me steal. Mostly stuff they didn't wear or was gifted to them.

I dug around in the bin, looking for a swimsuit I was pretty sure Sarah threw in. Hopefully, it actually fits. I was a bit thicker than the two girls, so some things were a smidge too tight. 

I finally found the top and bottom pieces. It was a dark cheetah print pattern and honestly very sexy. But, it absolutely didn't match Sarah's clean girl aesthetic. I held it up to the room. “Okay, this is what I got.” JJ, let out a low whisper and I rolled my eyes. Maybe I'd just wear shorts and a crop top.

“Wow, I bought that for Sarah. Can't believe she won't wear it”, John B laughed as he stood in the doorway, his face a bit red.

“I have plenty of swimsuits, John. That was just the one I thought y/n would like the most. Fits her ‘bad girl’ look, don't yall think?” Sarah smiled, walking me to the bathroom so we could both change.

It was a small dim lit room with a slightly crusty mirror. One of my goals while staying here was to help John clean it up a bit. JJ was surprisingly a big help, always trying to assist with the small cores around the house. I washed the dishes, he dried them. I put clothes in the washing machine, and he folded them. It was sweet of him, especially since I never asked.

“You're going to look so good girl. Here, turn so I can tie the straps”. Sarah grabbed the two thin straps and tied them in a cute bow behind my neck, holding my tits at a great height. 

The bottoms fit me really well too. I was a bit surprised at how much I liked it. Usually I would dress more modestly. Most of my bikini covered my chest pretty well and I usually opted for something less cheeky. It was a bit tight around my hips, but the thong style made my ass look amazing. Sarah gave me a light tap on one of my ass cheeks. 

“Oh yeah y/n. You need to wear that to the next beach party, take a new man home with that thing.” I laughed and Sarah fixed my hair, pulling it down my back. 

“I don’t know. It’s kinda… a lot.” I laughed. 

“Oh come on, you need to embrace that body you got.” Sarah rushed me out of the bathroom before I got a chance to reply. Honestly I was thankful. Sometimes I needed a light push. 

By the time we walked out, everyone else was in the hot tub. I grabbed a few towels from the tub and the case of beer Pope brought. I was a bit nervous about what the guys would say to be honest. They always hit on us girls, but mostly they remained playful. I just didn't want them to get carried away. 

I met JJ’s eyes as we walked outside to the hot tub, a hot blush spread across my cheeks. I heard Pope mumble a “goddamn” and Kie slap him across his bare chest. 

“You look so good, y/n.” Kie yelled, her voice honest and pure. 

JJ remained quiet but he watched closely as I sat across from him. I felt tense but the hot water washed away any anxiety I was feeling. I silently handed JJ a bear as he sifted around slowly. His face back to that uncomfortable feeling. 

“Thanks,” he pretty much whispered inaudibly. He had ditched his shirt and hat, his upper body completely exposed. I tried not to focus on it too much and opted instead to close my eyes. I let the water engulf me, take my body to a place of pure relaxation. I let my eyes focus on the classic rock music JJ played in the background. He had good taste. 

“Okay, have an idea,” Pope spoke up. “Let's play Truth or Dare.” 

“That’s kinda cringe”, Kie laughed. 

“Oh, come on. I've never played.” Pope’s smile fainted a bit. Sometimes I forget how innocent he used to be. So much has changed this summer. 

“Yeah, sure Pope. That sounds fun to me.” I lied. To be honest, it did sound cringe. But Pope never brings stuff like this up and I could tell he was having a good time.

“Alright fine, I’ll play”. Kie low-key rolled her eyes but wore a fake smile.

“Okay, then I'll go first”, Pope said. “John, truth or dare?”

John B looked a bit spooked. “Pope, I don't trust how mischievous you look right now. I’m goin’ truth.”

“Okay, scaredy cat”, Sarah light-heartedly joked.

“Hmmm…I got it. What is the first thing you’ll do when you find the gold?” Pope asked.

“Oh, starting deep,” JJ mumbled. He was shifting around a bit. I could tell something was off.

“I don't know. I mean, I never even thought about it. Maybe just clean up this place. Build a house big enough to fit all the homeless friends I have.” John’s face was in wonder as he fantasized about the future. It was sweet. His first thought was all of us. Sarah let out a faint “awww”.

“Okay, guess I’ll pick someone…Sarah. Truth or Dare?” John B wore an obvious smirk.

“John, why?” Sarah shook her hair softly. “I guess dare but only cuz I'm not a chicken like you.” She joked again.

“Fine, I dare you to let me give you a hickey. Anywhere you like”, John’s smile was wide now.

“John, you know I hate those.” She frowned. Sarah was still breaking out of her shell. Never too loud or obvious about the sexual relationship her and John shared.  

“Dare is a dare,” John stated confidently. Sarah let out a deep sigh and moved closer to John B. 

“Fine, you can put one on my neck. A small one.” She huffed. She moved her hair to free the base of her neck. She laughed a bit but was still slightly angry as John B lightly sucked on her neck. To be honest it was a bit awkward. Especially because I was close enough to hear the little groans John B let out. 

I looked at JJ. He paid close attention to the two, a bit too much. His cheeks were a bit red, his jaw tight and lips closed. I think he noticed by gaze because he quickly made eye contact with me before dropping his eyes to the water. 

“Okay, okay. Get off me” Sarah chuckled. “That tickles”.

“This was a great idea, Pope.” John B wore the smile of a champion like he was seeing his family for the first time after a long battle. We all laughed a bit, except JJ who sat eerily quiet.

“Y/N truth or dare?” Sarah questioned excitedly. 

“Um, I guess I'll go with truth.” I answered. 

“Okay… Tell us about a crush you have. If you do have one.” It was a fairly innocent question but it held a lot of weight.

“Oh um.. Okay. Yeah, I do kinda have one. I guess. He’s really smart, more than people give him credit for. Funny, always smells really good. Also, super strong. He's got like a sleeper build where you can't tell how much muscles he has until he uses them”. I rambled, probably embarrassing myself.

“Aww, that's so nice. Any guy would be so lucky” Sarah responded. 

“Wait, oh my god. I know who you're talking about. That guy you work with? Is his name Chris?” Kie was genuinely excited. I didn't talk about boys often, mostly because the one I wanted was sitting right here with us. I didn't have the heart to tell her that 1. Chris is gay, and 2. He was nothing like what I just described.

“How’d you know”. I tried to play it cool, change the subject as soon as possible.

“Y/n, I hate to break it to you but that man does play on your field. If you know what I mean.” JJ finally spoke up. His face was in a slight frown and his eyebrows were tight. He looked mad but I could tell at what. 

“Okay mister, gaydar. Your turn” I spoke quickly. 

“Dare me,” He shot back just as fast. 

“Okay, you were quick with that. Let me think. How about…you race me in shotgunning one of these beers?” JJ loved competitions. I thought maybe another drink would loosen him up more. 

“Oh, sweetheart. You're going down, you know that right?” I ignored his pet name, trying not to linger on it for more than a moment. JJ finally had a smile and I was confident my theory had proved successful. I grabbed two beers out of the case. Might as well drink them since Pope went through the trouble of stealing from the gas station. JJ grabbed his pocket knife he kept on the edge of the hot tub, perfect for moments like this. He poked holes in the bottoms of each can. I grabbed one, holding it at a side angle. Then, I fetched into position, my finger hovering just over the tab. I swear he was staring me down, his eyes digging daggers into me. 

“Okay. Ready. Set. Go.” Kie counted down fast. 

I brought the can to my mouth immediately, pulling the tab and suckling at the whole. I tried my hardest to get as much down as I could. JJ clearly was in no playing mood. By the time I took three swallows he was already done. He crushed the can, throwing it over his shoulder behind the hot tub. 

“Told ya, can't beat me.” He had definitely perked back up. The group laughed and I finished my beer. It tasted like shit but I tried to play it cool. Beer had run down my chest, signing the crease between my breasts. JJ quickly looked them up and down and shifted a bit more angrily. I don't understand. He literally just won. 

“Kie, truth or dare?” JJ finally turned away from me, breaking his eye contact and looking towards Kie. 

“You know I'm always gonna pick dare.” Kie was wrapped under Pope’s arm. They looked comfy.

“I dare you and Pope to show us your favorite sex position.” JJ laughed. He knew they would hate this. Pope was still so shy when it came to sex and Kie was just a private person overall.

“That’s it?” Kie raised an eyebrow. “So easy”. Kie, stood for a moment, positioning Pope so that he was bent on his knees. Then he hovered her ass just above his pelvis. “Doggy, but kinda closer. That way we can still kiss and I don't feel so gross after”. Pope’s face was as blushed as I'd ever seen it. He grabbed Kie’s hips and brought them up and down slightly. 

“Okay, okay. Don't show them all of my girl’s moves.” Pope mumbled. 

“We should try that,” John motioned to Sarah. 

“Okay, Pope’s got the moves. I am satisfied. JJ smirked. 

“Hmm, who should I pick? I guess me and Pope technically just went. Y/N I'll choose you. Truth or dare.” She asked.

“Well, I just picked the truth. So I'll go with a dare”. I was honestly a bit nervous. Kie knew how to stir the pot. I think she was low-key picking up on the crush I developed. She sometimes shot looks at me if JJ and I were alone or a bit closer to each other than the rest of the group. 

“Ooh, good choice. I dare you to sit in JJ’s lap until I say to stop or until we get tired of playing.” Her face was serious. She did know, that just confirmed it. 

I thought about it for a moment and it didn't seem too crazy. I mean I sat next to him everyday and sometimes I had to sit in his lap if we took Pope’s truck. It wasn't completely new. I looked at JJ. Great. He looks pissed again. Was sitting that close to me so bad, I thought to myself.

I felt my own smile drop a bit.

“Okay, yeah. I guess”. I moved across the hot tub, fixing the string of my bikini that had moved just a bit too far up my ass cheeks. I turned my back to JJ and sat my legs between one of his. He let out a soft breath. He shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable as I set down. 

“You’re light”, he spoke plainly. No hint of any emotion in his voice. 

“John, truth or dare?” I smiled. Please pick dare. 

“Since my girlfriend made fun of me last time, I’ll pick a dare”. John had a fake sarcastic tone. 

Yes. “John, I dare you to give us the best rendition of a Broadway dance you possibly can.” I was relying not to laugh too much, imagining his awkward moves. 

John got out of the tub, standing in the dirt and grass next to us. I played the only broadway song I knew, something from Hamilton. The Whole group watched him, letting out high pitched yays and laughs. 

I tried to stay still as I watched John’s moves but the water made JJ’s thighs too slippery. His shorts gave a bit of resistance but not enough to keep me balanced. Each time I got comfortable I would slide down a bit, causing me to move around even more. 

“Quit moving,” He whispered. His voice was dark.

“Sorry, the water is slippery. It's kinda hard to stay balanced.” I tried not to make our struggle obvious to the group who had begun to watch John B try to do the perfect cartwheel. JJ let out another sigh. This time deeper with a bit more annoyance. He brought one arm across my waist, holding me up tightly into him. His forearms were toned, that sleeper build I mentioned earlier. 

“That better?” He asked. 

“Yeah, thanks.” I mumbled. His fingers lightly grazed my side, sending a tingling sensation throughout my entire body. I tried to shake it off, focus on anything else. He was warm against me, his chest pressed into my also bare back. The only thing between us was the thin straps holding up my top. 

As time went on, and John’s dance ended, I felt JJ become more and more stir-crazy. He bounced the leg I was straddling lightly. I tried my hardest not to grind on him, the soft tapping motion on my core was driving me crazy. His shorts rubbed against my thigh and exposed ass. The thong allowing me to feel every fiber under me. I wanted to run for the hills but I knew I wouldn't. He gripped me tighter like he thought I might actually really runway the second he let go. Then he started making slow up-and-down strokes against my side with his thumb. I swear he was teasing me, trying to see just how much of him I could take before I actually did anything.

The group praised John B. “An excellent performance”, I laughed. He breathed heavily as he got back into the water, taking his seat next to Sarah agin. 

“Alright y/n, I’m out for revenge now’. John smirked. “Pope, truth or dare?” John’s chest rose and fell softly, clearly still a bit tired. 

“Truth,” Pope responded. 

JOhn B asked Pope some question about losing his virginity. Pope went on a long rant and the group listened as he described a girl he met during summer break his sophomore year. 

JJ shifted a few times as he listened to the story. My blood ran hot as he moved his free hand and placed a tight grip on my thigh. “Sorry, felt like you were slipping still”. He mumbled into my neck, closer now than he was before. 

“It’s cool”, I played it off but my cheeks were bright red. I hoped the rest of the group didn't notice how obviously turned on I was by him. I let myself relax a but more into him, snuggling more against his chest. I tried to ignore the obvious poking sensation I felt at the base of my back. Clearly JJ was trying to stay as calm as possible too. 

Pope finally finished his story, Kie looking a bit surprised at the new learned information. That could be a problem later, I thought. “JJ, your turn. Truth or dare?” 

“Hit me with your worst, bro. Can’t scare me.” JJ’s voice was loud in my ear, “dare.”

“I was hoping you’d pick that. I felt JJ’s chest vibrate against me as he took a deep breath. “Clearly something is going on there”, Pope motioned to our closeness. “I dare you to kiss, y/n. Nothing too much, just whatever your feeling” 

Everyone in the group goes quiet. I feel a rush of cold wind hit my face. Why, why, why is all I could think. I wasn't even sure if JJ even really wanted to do this or if it was beer and weed making him so reactive to my touch. 

“Pope, really?” JJ’s face was angry, his voice hot as metal left out in the summer sun. 

“Well. you don't have to but that does make you the loser.” Pope smirked.

“I aint no pussy bro, and I definitely aint a loser.” I felt JJ turn me a little, pulling my face closer to his. I stayed quiet, a chill running through me as I met his eyes. JJ met my gaze for what seemed to be minutes. He finally broke away, looking down at my lips. He moved his hand from my thigh and placed it softly on my chin, bringing my lips at the perfect angle for him to finally place his. He leaned in softly, his lips soft and plump. It felt like heaven and i didnt want to stop. I could tell he didn't either/ The kiss grew a bit heavier. To be honest I forgot the whole group was staring at us. JJ let out a deep groan, moving his hand down my back, arching it a bit to add more force. 

I hear someone clear their throat, making me rip away suddenly. It was clear the energy has changed amongst us. JJ looked a bit spooked, like he could tell if what just happened was real or not. 

“I think that calls it. I'm going to bed”, John Spoke out. 

“Yeah, I should probably be heading home. Parents ya know,” Pope laughed. 

The group made their separate ways, leaving me and JJ hot and gasping for air. We sat obviously still, both of us too afraid to move. Too afraid to speak. 

[justanothervaultie]

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (xiii) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10 p11 p12

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : halloweekend finds the pair in a tense party environment, putting their declaration of "just friends" to a test.

warnings : fluffy fun, very angsty at times, smutty at times (forgive me if it’s not up to par i haven’t wrote smut in a sec :/), alcohol and weed use mentioned, barely proof-read

mickey speaks : i have too much fun writing lucas and y/n scenes pls save me also i hope u enjoy and had a good halloween luv u all sm

THIS IS PART THIRTEEN, READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLEASE...

THE house is flooding. people are moving in and out constantly; stepping out for a smoke, or leaning over to let out strings of bile-filled saliva, or just leave the crowded event altogether. those who walk past the leaving groups are likely to step over a few drunk, costume-clad bodies (who have decided the floor looks "hella comfy" at that point in their night), and would be met with an undeniable heat radiating from every wall as the electric beats of the rhythm of the night headlines over every speaker.

by the time you arrive (with remi's hands wrapped tightly around your upper arm as if you were both entering a terrifying, haunted house rather than a boozy costume party) the party is at it's peak. a man in a hyper-realistic werewolf costume stood at the door to ask for your names and shamelessly flirt with the two of you before you were let into the large house.

you look to remi with excitement once you're fully engulfed in the home and your faces are both painted by the slow changing, colored lights. just as your mouth opens to speak, a smooth and familiar voice rings out a groan around you both, "good god!" lucas breaks between you two, hanging each of his large arms over the length of both you and remi's shoulders. "you two are lookin' fine as hell," he looks back and forth, eyeing you both with his toothy grin that glimmers extra with the decorative gem on his canine.

remi lets out a laugh, "thank you lucas," she sees the way he's leaning onto you and drawing circles on your shoulder making her smile, "but i will not be participating in any sister-wive shenanigans- so i'll see you," she slips from his hold and begins to walk backwards and silently mouths "i'll be in the kitchen" to you while motioning her hand as if she was drinking something which makes you laugh to yourself and exchange thumbs up's with each other.

lucas sends a flutter of his fingers to remi and when she turns around to navigate through the crowd, he's looking at you again- with your dolled up face and sheer-red glossed lips that he keeps staring at whenever you're speaking or rubbing them together. he hooks his arm to pull you closer as he leans down to speak into your ear through your hair, "how've you been, baby?"

your face gives away his obvious affect on you. you look down and then back up at him, bringing your hand up to play with his fingers on your hot skin, "i've been good. how about you?"

he brings his head close as he listens to you speak, nodding his head at a few people who assumingly recognize him.

"mmm," he unwraps his arm from you as he moves to lean his back against a wall with various faux spiderwebs and skulls stuck to it; still just as crowded by people on either side of him talking loudly or meeting each other's tongues. "love to hear that, you know 'm always feelin' good," he keeps ahold of your hand and smoothly spins you around to face him. he eyes your tight red corset and the way your ass sits in those tiny pink bloomer shorts and has to ask, "so.. what are you? some kind of fairy?"

his face looks so genuinely curious and attractive under the luxurious lighting that you can't help but smile, "i'm cupid! see?" you turn and lift your leg slightly to show off a small decorative bow and arrow attached by a lacy thigh garter.

"have you shot anyone yet?" he grins and his eyes, while puffy and red, remain focused on you.

it's been a while since you've seen lucas and even longer since you've felt the gentle intimacy from a guy you like, so you lean close and wrap your arms around his neck, lifting yourself up slightly to kiss his cheek, "just one."

lucas dramatically groans and leans his head back against the wall, "fuckin' hell," he bites at his bottom lip. when he finally brings himself to make eye contact with you again you're there, so close to him, with that pretty smile and those charming eyes. he jokingly shakes his head back and forth, "jesus." he starts to look around before calling out, "are there any nurses around here?! shit i'll take a sexy doctor at this point- my heart might just give out right now!"

you let out a cackle and look behind you at the few people who have overheard lucas' call for help before looking back to him and shushing him through his attractive laugh and calls of “help me”. he pulls you close enough for your faces to unintentionally meet to share an intoxicating giggle, before you take hold of his thick overall strap and hold his chin, feeling over his soft facial hair. you surprise him when you deliver a taste of you with a kiss to his lips, your voice gentle, "hey shhh ... i can take care of you."

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"what. the. fuck?!" matt says through a stifled laugh, waving through the smokey air to ensure he is seeing correctly.

chris stands with his hips tilted and cherry red lips pouted, dressed head to toe in a little red-riding-hood costume while he leans on a giggly andrea who's his self-proclaimed slutty big-bad-wolf counterpart. she’s got fluffy grey ears on top of her loosely curled hair and heavy dark eyeliner that brings out the hazel in her eyes. her tiny daisy duke shorts, furry boots, and sharp fake canines pull the rest of her costume together perfectly.

nathan's cackle rings as he comes from behind matt to greet his friends, "holy shit, that's too good, which one of you thought of this?!" he points a finger out from his grip on a slim beer bottle.

chris starts to laugh as andrea playfully replies, "who do you think?"

"just wait until nick sees you in this after you told him you wouldn't do drag with him..." matt tsks, still astonished by the sight of his brother in a tiny skirt.

chris twirls and plays with the ends of his frazzled wig as andrea begins to show them the photos she'd taken while they were getting ready. matt looks over to chris, "i really can't deal with how into this you are."

chris' face deadpans and he jokingly jumps at matt with a fist curled, making matt move backwards and almost knock nathan's drink out of his hand, "yeah, that's what i thought! i'll beat your ass!" he pitches his voice up to a hyper-feminine octave.

andrea lifts her hands up as she laughs, "woah? i thought this was a classy party?!"

matt sputters out his own chuckle at chris who is still playing up some sort of reality tv level fight, "oh my god hold me back!" he wraps andrea's arms around his torso while simultaneously throwing his arms in matt's direction, "hold me back babe, i'm about to kill this bitch!"

almost everyone around them has fallen weak from laughter when nick's exclaim cuts through over the loud music and hysterics, "is that christopher?! my brother?!" nick rushes down the stairs and chris immediately pushes through a crowd to go hug him.

"dude, chris is off one tonight! holy shit, i can't stop laughing," nathan wipes his eyes and rests his hand on matt's shoulder.

asha (who just so happened to get caught in chris' tight hug due to nick's hold on her hand) gives chris a soft pat on the back before ducking from between the two drunk idiots' hold and heading to greet her friends. "andrea! hi pretty lady!" the two squeeze each other tight before she moves to hug nate and matt.

"you all look so good! where's y/n?" she asks with a wide grin, the bright colors of her daphne costume enhancing the bronze of her skin in the low lighting.

"don't know." matt says with a shrug and a glance around the party atmosphere. he wish he knew. honestly, he wishes you were at his side, holding onto him right now.

his night out with elijah a few weeks back was only helpful for that night. sure, he had fun with the attention and heat of the moment sex that came with it- but he was left annoyed the next day when he woke up next to a girl incomparable to you. it was embarrassing and an emotionally drunk mistake; he's given himself enough shit for it, so he doesn't feel any need to ever expose that to you, if he's gifted with your openness again. if.

"she got ready at remi's, so i haven't seen her yet," andrea says before she's distracted by her boyfriend stood on a wooden table across the room, "chris! bájate (get off)! get down from there!" she yells in worry while quickly parting from the group.

"god, he’s wild." asha looks from chris dancing on the raised table to the two boys next to her, "well, i'm gonna go get a drink and hopefully find y/n while i'm gone," she spins to leave and surprisingly matt is right next to her, ready to follow suit.

"i'll come with you," he explains and asha pauses in question, "c'mon, just keep walkin'."

the two approach the vile display of a kitchen with cluttered liquors and mixers, sticky residue atop the counters and plenty of bodies using the space as their personal lounge. matt's got his head turning constantly (in hopes to at least spot you from afar and get the chance to admire), as he stands next to asha who's creating a beverage of sorts, "what're y'making?"

"literally have no clue, just puttin' a little malibu with hawaiian punch i'm sure it'll be fine-" she looks over to him, "what the hell are you doing?" she laughs while putting the cap back onto the tall bottle, "whipping your head around like crazy. do you have opps around here, matthew?"

matt rolls his eyes, "no," he sighs and goes to grab another beer from the fridge (after excusing himself to a couple leant against it). he twists the cap and takes a long sip.

"hey! you done with that yet?" a brash and irritating voice yells into the air, causing matt and asha to look over to see the guy with a poorly made vampire costume and his grimy finger pointed at her, "yeah, you!"

"excuse me?! who the fuck are you talking to?" asha immediately defends while gesturing to the bottle dismissively, "yeah i'm done with it you asshole, take it."

though he stays silent, matt's face displays disgust which makes the man just as mad, "the fuck is wrong with your face, cowboy? can't even defend your girl but you wanna have that dumbass look on your face."

matt laughs, the last thing he expected was to be ridiculed and pestered tonight, "can you chill the fuck out? there was no issue until your greedy ass came in here and started cussin' at girls and callin' me a cowboy when i'm clearly indiana jones."

asha tilts her hand as if to say, clearly? well that's debatable, which makes matt kiss his teeth. she ignores him and flashes a smile, mouthing, "okay, let's go" but the guy can't help but rebuttal and continue to shout profanities while the pair head out of the kitchen. so it's only right that matt turn his head to the guy and yell out, "go find some happiness and peace you drunk fuck, no one wants you here!" before he snickers to himself and gulps down more of his beer, wiping his dripping mouth with his exposed forearm.

matt and asha swiftly move through the crowd while laughing and sipping at their drinks until they find a spot big enough for both of them on the makeshift dancefloor. "hey, that drink better be worth literally fighting for." matt yells over the music and points at the solo cup in her hand.

"eh," she shrugs and begins to sway herself with the hypnotic dance-pop music playing loudly. she connects large dips of her hips with movement in her arms and lipsyncing that helps to loosen matt up enough to find some enjoyment in the small buzz of alcohol and pounding musical vibrations. though his playful mood dies when asha almost chokes on her drink (out of excitement) as she taps at matt's shoulder a few quick times. "oh my god! i found y/n! and ... is that ... lucas?" she squints her eyes.

matt doesn't mean to but his entire body reverses to get a view. only it's worse than he could ever imagine in his own creative mind. it's the harsh breaths you're taking and the way your bodies move as one and how he's hugging onto you under these turquoise and orange lights, it feels like matt has just been kicked down onto his knees and beaten over the head bloody. the heat of the people around him who keep bumping into him as he stands and watches you perform, is dizzying. there's constant movement in both time and the crowd, yet matt feels stuck. but that's strictly internal, matt's external remains dangerously calm. calm enough that asha doesn't notice any change, not even the roughness in his throat when he replies to her comment of "i didn't even know they were a thing" with a hushed, "me neither..."

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"wow you look fucking terrible, matt" nick stares with wide eyes, "asha, babe, how did you leave my brother alone for like thirty minutes and he's got the face of death the next time we see him?!" he laughs at his brother slumped in a lonesome outdoor chair.

"s’not on me! i promise he was fine when i left him!" she drunkenly expresses.

matt leans his head to the side, "yeah, make fun of me all you want. i'm not the idiot in a fuckin' blonde wig."

nick dramatically caresses his short, slightly off-centered, wig, "not too much! i am fred fucking jones!” making asha giggle uncontrollably as he adds, “where is the respect for icons around here?!”

matt's finding it difficult to enjoy any part of his night now that he has the sight of lucas practically fucking you in his friend's living room imprinted in his skull. he wishes you could have seen him there, watching. he hopes that your stomach would've dropped and you'd ask him to forgive you as he walked away. he hopes that maybe lucas was bothering you and matt just missed the part where you slapped him and told him to leave you alone. that wasn't his fucking sunny. sunny has more respect for herself. he knows sunshine when he sees it; and sunshine is better than matt. from what he saw, tonight you're just like him. how could you? do you truly see matt as a fucking friend? has all of his bickering about not getting with his friends fallen on deaf ears? or do you just not care enough?

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"so you're the only minion? what are your friends dressed as then?" you ask in reference to his costume as lucas feeds you a potato chip from the large bowl he stole from a dining table.

he has a smile as he looks up at you, sat on top of his lap, "yeah, you could say i went rogue, i guess. i got fired for bein' high on the job." you laugh and he brings another chips to your mouth, "all my boys are dressed like m&ms or batman and shit." lucas is caught by surprise when he sees matt approach the couch. "matt! what's up, man. i haven't seen you in a minute, here sit down." he moves the bowl from the cushion next to him, tapping the seat to invite him closer.

you quietly take a sip from the cold mixed drink in your hand and play with the lacy ruffles on your tiny shorts. you wonder if he’ll actually sit down, just to fuck with you. you truly never know what to expect from matt, you two haven't even been alone together since he'd given you an impromptu tattoo on your back. you know he’s likely come over to degrade you over enjoying any time without him. you don’t think he should be bothered with what you do with anyone else at this point.

he speaks up with a shake of his head and downturned lips, "nah i'm cool. y/n, can i talk to you?" his voice has a deep rasp that forces his east coast roots to sprinkle into his dialect.

"hm?" you finally look over to him. while your eyelids sparkle with loose glitter, his eyelids are heavy and his eyebrows, a confusing kind of angry. his lips are upset with you and his jaw is achingly pissed. your lips are still so soft and plump; matt would hate to think they've been kissed by the man underneath you.

"can we go talk?"

"what's going on? is it about one of our friends?" you're playing clueless in hopes that he'll let you finish enjoying your time not thinking about him tonight. for one fucking night.

he repeats your words in a breathy mock, "what's going on? y/n, please don't do this bullshit with me right now."

"alright no need for all that," lucas breathes out, his eyebrows pinched together.

a smile plays on matt’s face at the audacity of him to speak up as the literal other man here, "lucas, shut the fuck up. this has nothing to do with you, i'm just tryna' talk to my friend right now before i leave this dumbass party."

"wh-?!" lucas' voice gains it's own, contrasting, roughness.

“matt?!” you scold and immediately stand up, turning to lucas with an exhaustive sigh, "just give me a sec, okay?" you squeeze his hand before turning to matt, "come on."

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"this is fucking ridiculous,” he huffs.

"matt, slow down. please," you try to keep up with him physically through the crowd, and emotionally through his words.

he's mostly talking to himself with the way he speaks under his breath, "what the fuck were you thinkin'?"

"i can't hear, what are you saying?" you genuinely ask and try to move closer from behind him, only you accidentally move too harsh and swift, tripping yourself in the process.

he's quick to grab hold of your torso and lift you upright, "be careful, y/n."

"yeah, m’trying, matt." you readjust yourself upright and he takes his warm hands away from your body, reluctantly grabbing your hand instead to pull you the rest of the way through.

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you can finally see him. now that you’re both stood in the first bedroom matt could find upstairs, you're finally able to see him under the controlled, yellowed light of the private room.

you're in the middle of the unfamiliar room, watching him with his back towards you as he shuts the door. he lets out a deep breath as he looks over to you. it's too bad he can't cherish you when you're so damn cute in your tight costume and angel wings.

you curiously admire his appearance as well; he's clad in brown textured pants with a belt and rope connected while his toned chest and arms display his collection of tattoos under the brown vest. his face is attractively looking to you with fake bruises on his cheekbones and corner of his lip. the hat and satchel he wears would normally make you smile and giggle out of appreciation for his commitment to the character, but he's looking at you with such trouble you're feeling the drunken buzz you once had begin to fade.

"hey," your voice is small.

"y/n, what the fuck is going on?" his voice is immediately bitter.

you breathe out a laugh through your nose dismissively, "wow, okay. i'm not doing this right now..." you start to walk around him and towards the door.

"what? don't leave?!" he follows you and you stop.

you look over your shoulder at him, "matt, i'm not letting you yell at me and make me feel bad for enjoying my night out."

"no, i-" he sighs through his nose and comes close as he lowers his voice, "i'm trying to look after you," he gently wraps his arms over your shoulders, connecting his hand with his wrist.

"you're not... you're actually just being selfish, matt." you stand your ground.

"lucas isn't good for you, y/n, i've told you this," he reminds you with his face buried into the space where your shoulder and neck meet.

you groan, "i don't think you understand how fucking frustrating you sound!" you remove his arms and turn yourself around to look into his eyes, because maybe it will help him (and yourself) believe your words, "you wanna talk matt? let's talk. how about this: you and i were never and will never be together."

matt's tongue runs over his teeth and his stomach slightly aches the thought but he takes it on the chin, playing up his cocky personality you unfortunately have grown to favor. he smiles in your face, "i bet that felt good, huh?"

"better than you'd think." you think he can't tell but your eyes are the slightest bit glossier as you speak.

"mm," he nods his head, "right … so now what? you found another sleazed-out pothead to give you dick every now and then? you replacin' me?" he condescendingly laughs at you.

"'m not fucking him, matt. you're being childish." your eyes pinch in animosity.

matt notices your hand remaining on the doorknob, "you're not gonna leave yet though? we still need to talk.."

"about what?" you cross your arms.

matt shrugs with pouted lips, "i mean, i don't know. whatever friends talk about. i haven't seen your pretty ass all night- don't want my impact to be us fussin' at each other."

"you've made a big enough impact already don't you worry." you sarcastically roll your eyes and move to go stretch out on the soft bed, “but fine we can talk, as long as you go get a few drinks for us to share.”

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"you can’t be serious!" he exclaims with a laugh.

"no! m' dead serious-” you adjust yourself to sit up tall on your knees, the bed dipping below you and your strawberry wine cooler in hand, “and you know me, i’m just stood there trying to fight off actual tears while this woman nitpicks my entire cake design in front of a crowd of customers, matt.” you widen your hands to exaggerate your drunken spiel, “a crowd!”

matt continues to laugh at you through his mouthful of slightly bitter beer, he swallows before tugging your arm so that you’re sat once more, “c’mere.”

after you asked that he bring drinks up to you if he expected you to stay and talk with him, matt almost immediately went to the kitchen. he left you to sit alone in the space with your thoughts, which only made you crave a drink strong enough to make you stop thinking of all the bad. you wondered what lucas was doing but that began to make you fell terrible; you sent him a text apologizing for matt’s behavior and telling him you were going home for the night but you’d enjoyed your time with him. he was kind and cool about it which you appreciated.

you accidentally topple into his chest him when you’re pulled down, but matt easily adjusts himself to hold you as if it was a perfect accident. you blink slowly as you look at him and his teeth that show only slightly with his smile.

he can’t help but move his free hand further along your body, he hasn’t held you like this in what feels like forever. “i missed you,” he admits and palms your thigh soothingly.

you just stare at him. you want to believe him so badly but even your intoxicated brain can replay andrea’s words from two nights ago through your head: “and chris told me that … matt’s been sleeping around with a few different girls over the past month and a half …”

it pains you to remember the initial shock you felt, so you take your final sip of your drink and move from his lap, taking his drink he was currently sipping from him and placing both cans on a small table in the room.

“what is it?” matt questions with his costume-clad body stretched over the length of the bed and his head propped up by his hand when you come back over to the bed.

“i know you don’t miss me, matt,” you try to sound as put together as possible, sitting yourself cross-legged and in front of him. you take off his hat to let his hair fall out and into its place, kissing at his temples.

you place the hat behind you as matt leans closer to you, placing a hand on your knee, “you don’t know anything if you think i’m lyin’…” he looks up into your droopy yet seductive eyes.

you smirk at his confidence before you lie down parallel to him, “be honest, i can handle it.” you pry. you wonder if he’d actually tell you, especially when he so obviously wants to get in your pants.

“you want honesty? hmmm…” he reaches for your hand, playing with your smooth and manicured nails, “honestly… i was pissed when i saw you with lucas earlier, i don’t think you should give him your time.” his expression is a bit serious like he truly had kept those words in his drunken mind all night. you don’t give any change in your face, tired of reiterating that you don’t care what matt has to say about your love life anymore. “and well, honestly…” he licks over his bottom lip, “you look cute as fuck as cupid tonight.”

you reluctantly smile, “wow all of that and your nose never grew.”

“i’m an honest man. your turn,” you continues to play with your hand.

“honestly… i think the indiana jones look is doing you favors.” you giggle when he displays a look of shock by your compliment, “don’t act so surprised! ‘m more shocked we haven’t kissed each other yet.” you comment.

matt blinks a few times finding the space between you two has become warmer, “pretty sure kissing is considered a friendly interaction in france,” he pulls you closer before leaning over to hold your face in his palm.

“you made that up,” you giggle and look from his intoxicating blue eyes to his pink lips.

his own laugh slips through his smooth delivery, “yeah i did but-”

you tangle your fingers through his deep brown hair as you pull his face to connect with yours, suddenly too overwhelmed with desire to let matt finish his sentence.

he lets the control stay in your hands, with his weight on top of yours and his tongue only peeking out once your lips wrap around it.

it’s hot and spit heavy collision, with both of you endlessly sucking and holding the other’s lips captive. you’re so clouded that you can’t be bothered to complain that your decorative wings are uncomfortable and poking into you.

matt’s hands reach into the bloomers you wear and pull them down slightly to grip the skin of your full hips and feel the fabric of your tiny pair of underwear. your hands continue to scratch at his scalp and hold his cheeks (at times moving to hold his neck and give tiny pulsing squeezes).

your mind is one tracked and eventually you’re fed up with waiting for matt to push past your underwear and give you what you need. you take it upon yourself to move your hand from his chiseled cheek to the space between you two, trailing down and into your shorts.

matt initially thinks you’ve gone to move into his pants but is pleasantly surprised to pull back and see you using your fingers on yourself. he hums against your ear, “mmm you’re so fucking sexy when you’re touching yourself, sun’.”

you mewl out a soft moan at his words as he lays wet kisses from your ear to your neck, where he licks and nips lightly. you move your fingers from your clit to dip into you, whining out towards the ceiling as you work them.

matt purposely places his crotch against your spread thigh to give you insight into his cravings. what he doesn’t expect is you to tell him, “fuck yourself matt- do it against my thigh,” through several breathy moans. he moves to kiss your lips and flick his tongue against your own again. when he pulls away you whisper, “please? i wanna watch you, matt.”

he punches his eyes closed and you bring your hand from your shorts up to his mouth, smearing your index and middle fingers across his lips until he opens his mouth and sucks your fingers thoroughly, attempting to give out a moan with his mouth full.

his teeth slightly graze your fingers as you pull them from him, your soft voice meeting his ears while his eyes stare admirably, “you got me all wet,” you show your damp fingers before you move them back to play with your sensitive clit.

matt’s head tilts downwards to watch you move your hand beyond the fabric, taking it upon himself to pull your pink bloomers off of you.

he watches your fingers working eagerly under your lace underwear as he unbuckles his belt as quickly as he can. he glances up at your face, with your mouth hung in an open “o” shape and your hair slightly disheveled, and can’t help but pause his undressing to kiss your cheeks harshly, making his way to your mouth for needy and rushed kisses. you remove your hand from your pleasure to finish unzipping matt’s pants and messily pushing his boxers down far enough to free his dick.

matt lets out a relieved groan at the feeling, removing his lips from you to spit on his hand and immediately wrap it around himself to release the tense pressure. matt holds onto you as he moves himself against the fullest part of your inner thigh, so close to your heat that his stomach recoils just thinking about being inside you.

his moans are just as whiney as yours when you begin to hurriedly hump into your own hand. matt’s face is smushed into the side of your face with heavy breaths and body heat adding to the tumultuous pressure in your core. “matt,” you breathe against him, “i can’t hold-”

he brings his hand to your neck, shushing you, “yeah? s’okay…”

you allow his encouragement and strained voice to aid you as you finish with shaking legs and a string of sharp moans into matt’s ear. you attempt to close your legs but matt forces them to remain wide as he adjusts his dick to lie against your soaked panties before rutting his hips pathetically against the covered area.

you whimper at the feeling and your legs jerk softly whenever his head bumps at your tired clit. you wrap your arms around matt’s neck to keep his body close to yours whispering in his ear how sensitive you are and that he needs to be gentle with you to make him moan into your mouth and promise he’ll try.

your tongue plays in his mouth as matt reaches his peak, groaning (embarrassingly loud for someone who did nothing more than jerk himself against you) and continuing his strokes as he cums on your covered cunt.

he removes himself from on top of you after a few breaths, immediately taking off your filthy underwear and exchanging them for your tiny bloomer shorts for you.

you allow him to care for you as you stare at the ceiling, your body’s sweat becoming apparent as you begin to mentally process the fact that you just participated in the one action you promised yourself (and andrea) you would not commit again. you feel weak and embarrassed where you’d normally feel bubbly and excited to get to spend time with matt after having sex.

you want to cry but you also want to yell. you want to tell matt that you wished he cared about you. you wish he would have called you again instead of taking random girls to bed. you wish he would look up from his fucking phone right now and see you pouting and saddened by what’s happened to the two of you.

you get up from your spot on the bed and walk across the room to grab one of the small pink whitney shooters lying on the dresser. as you twist the cap off you wish you were at home, with your kitten and your warm bed. matt watches you throw the shot back, coating your tongue with a sting and leaving your throat warm.

he slowly makes his way to you as you go to open the second shooter. he wraps his arms around your waist, “do you believe i missed you now?” he leans down to ask into the air next to your face.

you breathe out before taking the second shot silently, pinching your face at the awful taste.

“sunny?”

silence.

you finally turn to look at him, your eyes carry such misery that matt’s face changes from one of contentment to one of complete worry. “what’s going on?”

your mouth is downturned and your brain is foggy, “this is ruining me, matt. you’re not good for me.”

matt’s completely offended, “i’m sorry? did i just spend the last hour and a half with someone else?! what are you talking about?”

you look down at the red wood of the dresser you lean on for balance, “this all was a mistake, i can’t believe i let this happen again …”

matt can’t help but let out a laugh in disbelief, “what the fuck is happening?!” he’s concerned at this point.

“i can’t- like, explain. i’m just-” you’re the worst type of drunk at this point; you’re being a confrontational drunk yet you're too fucked up to make any sense out of what you’re trying to say.

matt rubs his head and grabs the final seltzer from next to you, “y/n,” you can hear the snap of the tab as he opens it, “should i take you to ‘drea?”

you crouch slightly and bury your head in your crossed arms, no longer fighting any tears that escape.

“baby, why are you cryin’? come here, hug me.” he taps your sides to get you to stand and let him hold onto you.

you reluctantly wrap your arms around his middle and allow him to caress your head. “i just don’t think we should do this,” you get out through a small sob.

“hey, i’m gonna get you home and then we’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

after a few moments and calmed breaths you just shake your head and remove yourself from him, letting his arms trail off of you as you walk away and grab your shoes off of the floor.

you stumble over to the bed to put the small kitten heels back on. matt watches you with his eyes and puts the slim can down before he moves close to you and squats down to be level with your feet, “are you sure you wanna put these back on?”

“i don’t need your help,” you mumble and push his hands away from your shoe.

“sunny.”

“matt, you can go!” you finally let out your frustration through yelling.

“sshhh, stop fighting me, y/n!”

you throw the shoe against the floor harder than you intend, “no! don’t tell me what to do. don’t try to treat me all fucking special i know those other girls might get jealous.”

“here we fucking go,” he sighs, “there’s literally no one else, y/n! i haven’t even talked to other chicks tonight, you’re the one who was all over someone else and i’m over that shit! we’re cool and we’re friends so there’s no fucking reason for you to be mad.”

your mouth is flat and your eyes squinted as you look down at him, “i’m talking about the ones you’ve been seeing over the past few months!”

“why’re you sayin’ shit that’s not even true?!” he’s stands upright, “i can’t deal with this shit.”

“i know it’s true!” your lips pout as you fight off crying again.

“no you don’t, because it’s not!” he walks away and begins to slip on his own boots.

“yes i do! chris told me you fucking idiot!” you point at him, letting tears pour once more. your face is crumpled and your eyes welled with salt.

matt shakes his head silently as he finishes lacing up his boots.

you wipe your eyes and slide your second shoe back on before frustratingly removing the bracelet he’d bought you only a little over a month ago for your birthday. you stand up and grab your broken lopsided angel wings from the bed, walking back over to him.

“you done?” he asks roughly.

“yeah. stay out of my life,” you coldly push the bracelet into his chest and move towards the door.

“don’t worry about it, sweetheart. don’t think we’ll need to be friends anymore!” he yells as the door slams. he looks down at the bracelet and runs his thumb over the inscribed frank ocean lyrics, then glances around at the poor shape of cameron’s guest bedroom.

“fuck!” he shouts into the air above him.

* bonus a/n: i know a party + hookup + fight sesh hates to see them coming😭😭😭. no but in all seriousness i can see the toxicity here, pls this is not normal and i know that! BUT their feelings are very complex towards each other and the idea of being loved which causes shit like this to happen to them. by the end of this story they will not be this toxic i promise growth to come lol!!!!

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[phant0mth1ef]

you wonder why i’m bitter.

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a loud crash echoed throughout your shared apartment, a vase had hit the floor at an unusual speed, then after the vase came another, then everything that was on his nightstand.

the door latch clicked, the man opening up to find his apartment completely trashed, and all his belongings piled up in a circle in the living room, the noises of things being pushed off the shelves was nearly puncturing his eardrums.

you’d heard the latch click. you knew he was home. and you still refused to let yourself out of the bedroom where you’d locked yourself inside, the man slowly walking around at the destruction you’d created inside your shared living space.

“y/n? what the fuck are ya doin’?!” he pounded on the bedroom door, your tears were dry on your cheeks as you turned your head at the sound.

you’d opened the door, showing him the wreckage of your bedroom.

“you fucking cheated on me, katsuki?!” you pointed an accusatory finger at his chest, causing him to stumble backwards.

“hah?! no i’d never do that, what the hell’s gotten into you?!” this was turning into a screaming match.

“don’t you fucking lie to me! i know everything. you’re a douche. i hate you.”

“y/n, chill out. where’s akari?” he had some nerve to ask about your child as if he’d never done anything wrong.

“with my mom. but that doesn’t matter because you have a whole other kid. is that where you’ve been sneaking off to at night?! god i knew you couldn’t get stuck with night patrol that often. i can’t stand you, katsuki.” his face turned white.

“yeah, i know about the other kid. 12 years, katsuki. we were together for twelve years. and your other kid is 6 years old. you fell outta love that fast?” you angered expression quickly turned to sadness, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes as he just stared at you, mouth open.

“i’m leaving, go fuck yourself.” you took the band off your ring finger, tossing it at his feet as you slammed the apartment door. leaving him stunned in the hallway.

[wileys-russo]

After Mearps' recent tiktok Ima need an Alessia fic about her Turkey Fear please queen

this was painful to write as someone who is ALSO terrified of bush turkeys. based around this tiktok; https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNXWYK1m/

human shield II a.russo

“-mm they look a bit like massive rabbits.” your girlfriend pondered with a frown as you crouched down on the ground staring at the kangaroos in wonder.

“what! what sort of rabbits did you have growing up in kent less?” mary laughed in disbelief of the blondes take, a small smack heard as alessia lightly hit her.

“they dont have rabbits in kent mary all the chavs would chase them for fun.” you smirked, yelping as your girlfriend kicked at the back of your knees ruining your balance and sending you tumbling onto your ass.

"less!" you scowled up at her as the sudden movements scared away the small family of kangaroos, the four of them hopping away as you stood to your feet and brushed the dirt off of you.

"you're such a child." you huffed making her and mary laugh as you continued to walk away from them. "thats rich coming from you baby." your girlfriend teased, poking your bum lightly with her foot as you shot her a glare over your shoulder.

"the both of you are children." mary scoffed as your girlfriend caught up to you and grabbed your hand, swinging it back and forth and repeatedly kissing your cheek until she gained a smile.

"sorry mother mary!" you poked your tongue out at her, alessia joining in making the goalkeeper roll her eyes and walk off ahead of you two mumbling about how she was sick of babysitting.

"please mary you love us!" alessia teased with a smug smile, still swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. "love is a strong word alessia." the older woman tutted, the three of you chattering on about everyone's plans for the day off tomorrow.

"what the hell is that!" your conversation stopped as a strange bird appeared from the bushes and alessia suddenly stopped, her grip on your hand tightening. "oh my god its ugly." you added on, both of you frozen on the spot.

"its a turkey! get over it." mary laughed, throwing her head back at the obvious fear written on both your faces. "here birdy birdy!" mary cooed clicking her fingers. "mary don't call it over!" you hissed, trying to run away as alessia held on tightly to your hand.

"babe!" you gasped in disbelief as she suddenly grabbed you in a tight bear hug, holding your back to her front using you effectively as a human shield.

"lessi let go!" you whined, twisting around and pushing your head into her chest trying to shove her backwards as she screamed and the bird moved toward the two of you.

"you get in front you're taller!" you ordered with a grunt, trying to wrench her hands off of you as she continued to try and push you forwards toward the turkey who loomed closer and closer.

"you get in front you're older!" the blonde retorted back as you managed to duck behind her, your hands on her waist trying to keep it that way. "by nine days!" you scoffed, yelping as she managed to once again grab you and hold you in front.

"less you're supposed to protect me not use me as a human shield!" you squirmed as her fingers dug into your hips still holding your back to her front.

"oh my god its charging at us baby kick it or something!" the striker gripped you tightly as mary doubled over in laughter at the two of you. "kick it?" you repeated in disbelief at her suggestion.

"alessia you better let go of me or i swear to god you're sleeping alone for this entire tournament!" you warned seriously, almost jumping on top of her as the bird darted toward you making you both scream and fall to the ground.

"pair of fucking idiots the both of you!" mary shook her head in disbelief, shooing away the bird as you glared down at your girlfriend. "i love you?" she smiled guilty, groaning as you elbowed her in the stomach and stood to your feet, storming off.

"dog house tonight for you less!" mary teased, barking at her as the striker hurried to her feet brushing the leaves off of her with a sigh. "shut up mary that thing was huge!" alessia huffed, crossing her arms and following after you as the goalkeeper kept pace.

"speaking of, i think it heard you." mary teased as the bird appeared again, alessia freezing in the spot. "come on less! you need to go and say sorry to your poor girlfriend." mary encouraged, waving for her to follow her.

"yeah i'll go when its moved!" alessia replied, taking very slow and cautious steps as the bird pecked at the ground a few meters away, seemingly disinterested in either of the girls.

"alessia is afraid of turkeys everyone!" mary announced, phone in hand filming a tiktok. "yeah well it just started charging right at us." alessia caught up to her, eyes never leaving the bird making mary grin.

"well i wouldn't say charging!" mary laughed, camera zoomed in on the strikers fear stricken face, nervous smile on her lips. "oh i would!" alessia scoffed, memory flashing back to just a few minutes ago when the bird had attacked.

"i would say its simply walking and minding its own business." mary turned her phone to film the bird now, wandering away from them still pecking at the ground. "well yeah but it did look us in the eye-go!" alessia argued, mary feeling a hand dig into her back as the younger girl shoved her forwards.

"why are you pushing me?" mary laughed, ending the video and sliding her phone into her pocket as alessia hurried the two of them down the path leaving the bird long behind them.

"god that was pathetic you're such a wuss." mary teased, swatting alessia's hands away from them as they returned back to the main building of the hotel, waving to a few of the other girls who were sat together on the grass watching a huddle of kangaroos.

"i am not!" alessia argued with a frown, the two of them jogging upstairs and into the lobby. "yes you are, first you use that poor girl as a shield and then me. she was right you should have been in front you're taller!" mary laughed with a shake of her head.

"i couldn't think about it in the moment my natural instincts kicked in." alessias frown deepened. "your natural instincts? what to cower and hide behind your five foot girlfriend? good luck less!" mary snickered, clapping her on the back and wandering off to find someone else to hang out with.

with a deep seeded sigh alessia stepped into the elevator, tapping her foot impatiently as it ascended the two floors and she made her way to your room which was right next to hers.

both of you having swapped spare key cards she wasted no time letting herself in, wincing at the glare you gave her as she did, closing the door softly behind her and making her way toward the bed.

"i'm sorry." she started honestly, standing at the foot of the bed as you were laid down on your back, head buried in a book and refusing to meet her apologetic gaze, eyebrows creased into a frown.

"i'm really really sorry?" alessia tried again, taking a seat on the end of the bed as once more you stayed silent, still not meeting her eyes as they trailed down your body. "i'm really really really reallyyy sorry." the striker continued, moving to sit up on her knees.

"baby." the girl frowned as she tried to lay down, your feet pressing into her shoulders preventing her from doing so. "i'm really really really really really really reallyyy sorry!" the blonde effortlessly knocked your feet off and flopped down on top of you, torso hovering above your hips as she held herself up with her arms.

"you used me as turkey bait." you scowled, lips pursed together in a small pout as you glanced at her over the top of your book. "you're the cutest turkey bait a girl could ever ask for?" alessia smiled charmingly, settling down so her chin rested on your lower stomach.

"cheap flattery will not work this time russo." you warned sternly, marking your page, closing your book and placing it down on the nightstand. "oh not the last name, baby you wound me!" alessia cried out, sitting up a little and clutching at her chest dramatically.

you bit down on your bottom lip to swallow the smile which wanted to curl onto your face. "nope! saw that." your girlfriend grinned, dropping back down and gently placing a tender kiss to the sliver of tanned skin poking out where your shirt had ridden up a little.

"alessia!" you couldn't help but laugh as suddenly she was pulling your shirt up properly and wedging her head inside, effectively wiggling herself to wear it alongside you. "you're stretching it." you groaned, still laughing as her head eventually poked out of the top, her body pressed flush against yours, pinning your own to the bed, the two of you trapped inside your training top.

"you wear mine all the time anyway babe so it doesn't matter." the striker grinned, shoving her hands in as well and moving them up to cup your face. "hello beautiful." she sung out with a charming smile, lips hovering over yours as you shook your head and she pecked your lips repeatedly again mumbling an apology each time she did.

"you are ridiculously clingy." you teased, corners of your mouth curving into an amused smirk. "gotta take the best care i can of my little human shield, and my most pretty girl." the taller girl was quick to retort back as your mouth formed a small o, dipping her head and pressing her again lips to yours.

"you're so lucky you're cute."

[dsireland86]

I have such a dirty request.

Noah fucking you in front of a mirror while Matt watches and jerks off and their most praising you and taunting you

“Oh I know Noah’s cock is so big baby but your doing such a good job taking all of him like a good girl”

“Squirt on Noah’s cock baby that’s it make a big mess”

Your just endlessly squirting from the back to back orgasms and the sensory overload from the both of them

And maybe Matt might play with your butt hole for extra stimulation while Noah is just plowing into you

Ugh I have issues but it’s all I’ve been thinking about

Ugh good god! Unholy thoughts! 🥵🥵🥵. Okay, this one just might be the death of me. The idea is just way too, *sigh* it's pretty good.

Mirror

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The mirror is the first thing I notice when I walk into Matt and Noah's hotel room. It extends from halfway up the wall all the way to the floor making it taller than Noah. Matt closes the door and locks it as I tuck my hair behind my ear, staring nervously at the floor.

This was his idea. I wasn't sure at first, knowing Noah would never agree to it, but earlier tonight as we hung out by the pool, Matt's mention of his idea made Noah smile in the most surprising way and agree almost instantly. I had no other option but to agree, too.

Noah removed his shirt as Matt closed the blinds and turned on the two lamps sitting on the bed side tables. My pussy clenched the moment Noah pulled me into him, wasting no time at all.

His hands slip under my shirt, up my spine, and soon my shirt and sports bra is gone, thrown to the floor as his lips crash into mine. He yanks my leggings down, along with my panties, shoving his tongue in my mouth and tasting me.

"God, Noah," Matt scoffs. Noah looks over at his friend and smiles. "Jealous?" Matt looks at me, turning his hat backwards. "Yeah, I am." I feel my cheeks heating up. "Would you like Matt to have a turn, too, Princess? You want him?”

Noah asks, looking down between my legs and slipping a finger inside my folds, finding my clit immediately. He starts to massage it, and already I feel like I want to cum. "You like that, don't you," Noah grins, watching me get all flustered. I nod, digging my nails into his shoulders. He slips his finger in his mouth, tasting me off of him, and I watch his eyes grow dark. "On the bed. Now," he growls.

Matt watches darkly as I do what I'm told. Sitting on my knees completely naked, I stare at myself in the mirror with anticipation filling me to the core. Matt continues to stare at me, standing off to the side while already palming himself through his pants. It's fucking hot as hell and I can feel my arousal building between my legs.

Noah climbs on the bed behind me. Our eyes meet through the mirror, and his stare is heated and darkened with lust and unmoving from mine, so I look away. But he's not having it. He takes me by the throat, his long arm reaching around me and latching tightly enough that it makes me whimper. His warm breath runs down the side of my neck as he turns it to taste my skin, leaving wet trails in the wake of his tongue and lips.

"If the skin of your neck tastes this good, I can only imagine what that sweet spot between your thighs tastes like,"

Noah's teasing makes my knees buckle, and if he wasn't still holding me by the neck, I'd definitely fall over. I look, with my own lust filled eyes, into the mirror as he takes his other hand and runs his fingers through my center while he bites my earlobe. The choked back moan that escapes me has Noah groaning and cursing beneath his breath.

"How sweet, Princess, I can smell how desperate your cunt is for me." "Noah, fuck," Matt muttered, shifting his weight. "You should take a seat, Matt. This is going to take a while." The smirk I see Noah give Matt makes my breath get caught in the back of my throat as my heart pounds against my chest. "Are you ready for me, Princess? I won't be gentle"

Noah's penetrating gaze is enough to keep me locked where he wants me. But then he slowly pushed me down, hiking my ass up by the pull of my hips and forcing my face into the mattress.

"Fuck. Look at this beautiful ass, Matt," Noah sighs, almost as if moaning for it. "Should I?" I hear him ask. I manage to catch a glimpse of him through the mirror, and he's looking over at Matt. "No. Save that for me." Matt's eyes meet mine, and he smiles.

The pressure of Noah's fingers hit my core instantly, making me cry out in a pleasure I've been aching for. And then he enters me; stretching and filling me inch by inch thrust by thrust, making me claw the bed sheets beneath me. At first Noah’s pace is slow, making sure I can feel all of him. But as soon as he bottoms out and I feel his tip hit my cervix, I fall apart, becoming absolute putty in his hands.

"Goddamn, your sweet cunt feels too fucking good around my dick. Fuck, Princess," Noah moans, picking up his pace.

With his one hand on my back, holding me down, his other hand comes crashing down on my ass, smacking it hard. I scream, hearing a strong string of curses fall from his lips and our skin slapping together loudly. I manage to see into the mirror and watch as Noah fucks me hard from behind, his face full of nothing but pleasure and satisfaction. His forehead is shimmering with sweat already, and with his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, the scene is enough to make me cum. I feel the low-pressure buildup invading my abdomen already and cry out, begging Noah not to stop.

Matt's presence beside me can be felt but not seen. Noah slows his pace for a moment as the feel of an unfamiliar hand runs over my ass and around my rectum. He releases the hold on my back, allowing me to move enough to look up and see Matt standing next to the bed, watching as Noah slowly thrusts into me and then pulls out, repeating it over and over. As he does, the pressed tightness of a finger entering my rectum is tantalizing in such a carnal way that my thoughts go instantly dark and as the small, choked cries escape me, I can't deny how good it feels even though I know how sinfully wrong it is.

"Matt likes your ass, Princess," Noah snickers.

"Good god baby, I know Noah's cock is big, but you're fucking taking all of him so well like a good girl. Shit! And your pussy looks beautiful doing it too," Matt groans.

He moves to the front of the bed so I have a better view of him., but Noah pulls out and quickly flips me over on my back, hovering above me. I'm a wreck, writhing mess for him now, as he brushes the hair out of my face and leans down to kiss me. It's a slow, sweet, meaningful kiss, one that has me wrapping my arms around his neck, and before I realize it, Noah slips himself back inside me, making me moan louder than before and I hear a low rumble leave his chest.

"Oh fuck your pussy feels so good like this," Noah praises, rising up to his knees.

He grabs my legs and pulls me partially onto his lap, spreading me open wide like his favorite book, and watching intently as his dick goes in and out of me. He starts pounding into me hard, giving Matt a clear view of him fucking the breath, the very life out of me.

"I love the way you look, taking my cock, pretty girl," Noah hums, throwing his head back and thrusting harder into me. "Oh my god, Noah, you're gonna make me cum. Keep doing that, please" I cry.

Matt hovers above me, leans down and captures my lips, before pushing his shorts down and freeing his cock. He’s much larger and thicker than I imagined, and looks absolutely delicious. "Yeah you like what you see, don't you?"

Matt grabs his hard, cock, the tip of it covered in precum and begins to get himself off while watching Noah fuck me. He leans down and kisses me, and I feed off him as Noah picks up his pace, his cock jerking off inside me. I pull away from Matt's lips and gaze up at Noah, and what I find is nothing short of perfection. He's gone, so gone, lost in the connection of our bodies, his eyes completely untamed. It's enough to send me over the edge.

"Noah, oh fuck, baby," I whine, digging my nails into his hands then his arms. "You cumming for me, beautiful?" he pants, sweat dripping from his forehead dripping onto my stomach. I hum in response, too far gone to speak.

"Motherfucker!" Noah growls, instantly pulling out of me and latching his mouth onto my pussy. I moan so loud, I'm sure the people in the room next to us can hear, as my orgasm comes crashing into me.

I cum harder than I ever have before and for a moment I think I might have peed. The warm liquid that gushes out, trickles down the back of my ass, soaking the sheets beneath me.

"Holy fucking shit, Noah, she just squirted on you!" Matt cries. "No shit, she did," Noah says, looking down at me. "You're making a disgusting, beautiful mess, baby," he grins, lowering himself down and latches his mouth around my clit and continues what he started a minute ago. I grab his hair and choke back another moan, biting my lip to keep it contained. “That shit was so fucking hot!" Matt praises me, kissing me again.

Noah slides back up, throws me legs over his shoulders and slams himself fully into me, making me scream in pain and pleasure. His name falls from my lips as do moans and cries of more and harder, and I cum for a second time, shrieking Noah's name as my body convulses and more of my juices squirt onto Noah's cock.

"Oh fuck, that's it baby, squirt that pretty shit on Noah's cock. Let him fuck it back into you," Matt praises.

His words are enough to bring Noah off the edge and immediately he pulls out and cums all over my stomach with a sharp, intense groan mixed with a growl. Spent, Noah leans down, strong biceps next to me, and he kisses me for a few endless seconds before moving away and crashing onto his back.

I roll over to my side, not caring at all about the cool trickle of Noah's release running down my skin, trying to stop my body from violently shaking. I've never had an orgasm like the ones I've just had, let alone twice in one night. Before I can get it together, though, Matt has me back on my stomach with my ass up just enough for him to find what he's looking for.

"Are you okay with this, baby," he asks, his voice low and raspy. Matt's sexual frustration is clearly evident as his fingers dance over my back and straight down between my cheeks. I feel the cool liquid drip onto my bottom, and Matt's finger's massage it all over.

"Yes," I whine, knowing what's about to come next.

I see him look over at Noah through the mirror and grin. Matt's behind me in an instant, positioning me where he wants me and slowly, while pressing down on my back, his cock begins to enter my rectum, carefully and gently. The pressure is unreal and at first I don't think I can go through with finishing, but Matt's arms find me and he holds me as he gently starts to thrust against my ass.

"Oh, baby," Matt moans into my neck. "Fuck, holy fuck you feel incredible." He kisses my ear and then my neck, distracting me until he bottoms out, staying still for a moment and allowing me to adjust.  "You good?" Noah asks, seeing the way my breathing has intensified. "Mmmhmm, I'm good," I whisper, trying to adapt to Matt's size.

"How does it feel? Hopefully as good for you as it does for me. The way your ass is wrenching down on my dick right now feels incredible," Matt croons, running his hands up your back softly, hoping it will relax you some. "Yeah, move, Matty, I need you to start moving, please," I whine, begging for any kind of feeling from him. "Hell yeah, baby," Matt mutters, grabbing my hips.

His slow, smooth in and out movements fill me from behind in a way that no earthy words could ever describe. Planted firmly on my knees, gripping the bed sheets, I moan over and over, unable to think of anything else but Matt inside me. "Baby, fuck, I'm not gonna last, I've got to cum! Shit!"

Another hand slips between me and Matt and I realize quickly it's Noah. He finds my clit and begins to massage it, circling it in the way that only he can that makes me cum.

"My Princess always cums first," he mutters in my ear, wrapping his other hand around my throat. Between Matt filling me up from behind and Noah working my clit, it's not long until my third orgasm hits me, and Matt pulls out immediately, spilling his seed all over my back.

I collapse onto the bed, completely and utterly wrecked. I can't move. Every nerve in my body is on fire and I'm shaking. "Hey, baby, you okay?" Matt whispers, wiping his mess off my back. I nod sleepily. Strong arms lift me and hold me into them, I throw my arms around Noah's neck, knowing without looking that it's him.

"Let's get you in a nice warm bath, huh?" His warm breath on my ear followed by a sweet kiss makes me feel safe, and I snuggle deeper into his chest as he takes me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us.

[ellieslittleburrow]

Summary : You're fighting off a bunch of men when Reacher comes to help. But you don't need his help. What does he do about that?

Pairings : Jack reacher x Platonic!reader

Warnings : fighting men

A/N : what a good change, i love this strong female lead thiing. Also what do we think?? Do we like??? Should we do more Reacher? Enjoy 🌸 also wtf i've never written something this fast.

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"Let's split." You shout, spinting after the long-legged man while Reacher goes after the other one.

Your feet follow as your eyes scan through the crowds, you can't let this one go, he needs to be int- He takes a right turn, and as you enter the same alley, you find him already jumping over the fence-Nothing difficult for you...You've done that many a times- and as your shoes stick to the wall, you push against your arms to lift yourself up and over the brick bloc, jumping down onto the next alley-

You notice his body dissapearing into the right, and as you ready yourself to start running again, a couple of men suddenly appear from both sides, sending you staggering backwards in surprise.

"Don't make this too hard on yourself, little lady."

You straighten yourself up-You can't seem scared- You're not scared. And as they confidently walk closer to you, you examine their figures, the way their arms fall at their thighs. Big men...Boohoo...Too confident they don't realize you just shoved your hand into your pocket to put your brass knuckle in. Play time, fuckers.

As the first guy reaches for you, you pull his hand and kick your foot into his stomach-giving yourself some time to launch at the next guy, who throws a punch your way-you dodge it, punching him from under the chin, he staggers back and before you get to attack him again, the other guy grabs you from behind, swiftly pulling you from the ground and into the air. You squirm, freeing your arm from his grip to swing it back violently, your elbow landing somewhere on his face-You don't know where but it's a good enough place because he let go of you.

"Little lady, huh?" You scoff, throwing a punch at his face before spinning around to twist the hand that just gripped your shoulder-they might be big, but they're not as trained as you and you take advantage of that by punching his face while his hand is still twisted. He groans as the knuckle kisses his skin. You spin around again, finally ready to finish one of them off. The first guy is standing back up, his body rocking back and forth, conveying a lack of balance. "I'm gonna enjoy-" You swing your foot upward, landing it right under his testicules and as soon as he bends down in pain, you take ahold of his head, kicking your knee right into his face-

A crack sounds behind you, causing you to tuck and to spin around-Reacher.

Your eyes meet and Reacher lets go of the man's body, letting the cadaver hit the ground. You stare at him, unsure of your own emotions. Only then does the realisation hit you that the man you needed to catch escaped!!!

"Did you catch him????" You ask and your face reddens as anger courses through you. He did the fuck not.

"No" Reacher coldly says, only heightening your anger even furthur.

You close the distance between you two, lifting your chin up to look at him.

"Why would you fucking do that, Reacher? We've been running after this guy for a month-What the hell is wrong with you?" You yell. But that doesn't do much to him, so you push against his chest. "I'm talking to you-fucking answer me." You demand, your face leaning in every direction his goes. He's avoiding your eyes and you hate that. "HEY!"

"I COULDN'T LEAVE YOU HERE ALONE." He yells back and you startle, taking a discreet step back.

"I don't need your help, Reacher." You only lower your voice a tiny bit. "I can take care of my own god damn self."

You look back when breathing sounds behind you, snapping you out of the fight. "Oh yeah, him." The guy you knocked out starts waking up. You walk over to him, dropping to your knees to plant your knuckle into his face, knocking him out a second time.

"I don't need your help."

"It's not-it's in my instincts. I can't help it."

You scuff. "As flattering as that sounds, Reacher, my case is drowned. It's fucked. So please do me the favor of keeping your mouth shut-you're not the strongest guy in the world, i did not need you."

"Yeah! And you're not in a competition, relax."

You'd gasp at his response if you could-but you didn't want to puff his chest up for him. Ouch...You ignore the sting in your heart, brushing past him to walk back home.

What a guy...

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Hello again ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀 i hope you enjoyed this 🌸 i'll see ya next time!

[jeongsoo-jin]

Pairing: Idol Song Mingi x afab reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is called baby and love, oral (female receiving), hickeys, a bit of whiney Mingi if you squint, a bit of overstimulation

Requested: by @18autumngirl for their friend's birthday, their birthday's the 30th if I remember correctly, so this is coming out a little early, so happy early birthday to them!

Your best friend Mingi has been on tour with his band, but never missed a day of calling you to listen to you rant about your day, but as you look at the clock in your living room, you realize its getting late, and he is yet to call. You sigh, and get up to start on dinner, putting music on, of course it's his, it always is. As you're listening to the music and stirring the contents of the pan, you start realizing just how much you miss him, so you decide to grab your phone and text him, asking if everything's alright, telling him that you're worried since he hadn't called or texted all day. You sit your phone back down on the counter, sighing again, but continuing to cook your meal. The music is to loud for you to hear a key being put in the door of your apartment, but you feel the cool breeze from the hallway make it's way inside, and you turn around, slightly alarmed. When you realize that it's your best friend standing in the doorway, you can't help but run to him, excitedly.

“Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” you say, tightening your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

“I wanted to surprise you for your birthday”

“well it's one hell of a surprise, I fucking missed you”

“i missed you too” he says, placing his hands around your waist to lift you and spin slightly, before setting you back down. He breaks from the hug, and gives you a soft smile

“What’s for dinner? It smells amazing” you laugh at him, before making you both plates and sitting down on the couch. You end up watching a movie you both have seen at least a hundred times, and as it progresses, you end up cuddling next to each other, which isn't out of the ordinary for the two of you. What is out of the ordinary, however, is Mingi’s hold on your waist as you lay your head on his chest. Almost like he couldn't stand to let you go in the moment. You make no move to loosen his hold on you, and just continue staring at the television, although you’re not so focused on what's going on in the movie anymore.

The movie ends, but this time it felt like the same film you watch all the time had doubled in length, and still neither of you have made any move to get up, and are both sitting, looking at the screen absentmindedly as the credits play. Only after the screen fades to black, do you finally decide to get up, to take the dishes from the long forgotten meal to the sink. Mingi trails not far behind you, neither of you saying a word, and both of you feel the tension setting in the air as you begin to wash the dishes. After you're done, you turn to look for a towel to dry your hands off with, but Mingi stops you, standing very close in front of you, with you looking up at him with confusion on your face.

“God, I fucking missed you” he says as he cups your cheeks in his hands, kissing you. Your eyes widen in shock, before closing as you kissed him back. He backs you into the counter slowly, and you let out a slight yelp from your back touching the wet counter from where you were washing the dishes. He pulls away, and looking at you with an expression of worry, almost a nonverbal way to ask if he had done something wrong. You walk back towards him, and attach your lips back to his, before walking away towards your bedroom. He takes the hint, and follows close behind, shutting your bedroom door behind you both, and pulling you back towards him, kissing you again, before walking you backwards to your bed. Your calves hit the bed, and you fall back, with him landing on top of you, never breaking the kiss. Both of your hands start to silently wander on the other person's body's, finally seeing each other in a different light.

He goes to take your shirt off, but not before looking at you with the same expression from earlier, but this time with a bit of excitement on his face, silently asking if you want him to continue. You smile up at him, nodding slightly before he pulled your shirt above your head. He begins palming your naked breasts as he kisses your neck. He slowly trails his mouth lower, stopping just above your panty line, before taking his own shirt off. He plants a final kiss on the center of your underwear before sliding them off, and gliding his fingers through your folds. You sit up on your elbows to watch him as he begins licking at your cunt. He puts two fingers into you, slowly sliding them in and out to stretch you, but as he looked up at you in time to see your eyes rolling back, he sped up his pace. You reach out to grab his head, pulling him back down to your clit, and when he starts eating you out messily, your elbows give out from under you. He reaches with his hand that's not preoccupied, and holds your hand, rubbing soft circles into the heel of your palm slowly, which is very different from the now brutally fast pace he’s set with his other hand, curling his fingers into the spongy part of your walls. You throw your head back, moaning quite loudly, feeling your orgasm build.

“There you go, baby, come for me” he says, face still between your thighs, and the vibration from his voice sends you over the edge of climax, as you cum on his face. He doesn't stop, but does slow down quite a bit to let you ride out your orgasm. When you pull him away, the overstimulation getting to you, he smiles at you lovingly before glancing to the side of the bed.

“what are you doing?” you ask, following his eyes to the digital clock on your nightstand. You watch the time change to midnight with him, before he turns back to you.

“Happy birthday! Want your present now?” He asks, with a smirk on his face, before standing, and ridding himself of his pants and underwear. He climbs back on the bed, adjusting your legs to straddle his hips as he lines himself up with your hole. He kisses you again as he slides himself in fully, as you whine from his length. You feel so full of him as he begins thrusting into you softly. Though it doesn't stay that way for long. He starts fucking you rougher, as he hiked your leg higher on his torso, and begins kissing your neck harder than before. If he didn't leave marks earlier, there will definitely be some now, but you're not thinking much about that, honestly you're not thinking much at all, all too focused on Mingi's movements. He holds your hand again, while his other hand pushes lightly on your stomach to apply pressure on your g-spot from the outside. It doesn't take too long from all of the stimulation for you to cum again.

“Flip over baby” he says, helping to guide you on your hands and knees. He slides back in, fucking into you slow and deep. He grabs your shoulders to pull you back to him, so your back is against his chest. He moves one of his hands to wrap around your midsection tightly, while the other one goes to your clit, rubbing in circles.

“I love you so much” he says, as his thrusts grow more sporadic, nearing his climax. “Come with me baby, please” his voice having a slight whining tone to it.

He rubs your clit faster, and you feel the knot in your stomach thicken, and your moans grow louder. You feel Mingi start to twitch inside you, and you tell him you're close to coming. He bites on your shoulder lightly to muffle his moans as he cums inside you, with you following close behind. You guys stay like that for a second, with you in his arms, basking in the in each other's warmth, before he pulls out, and helps you to lay down, your legs growing stiff from putting your weight on them. He lays beside you, and you rest your head on his chest, before speaking

“i love you too, Mingi” you look up at him and smile, curling into him more.

“happy birthday, love” he says, grabbing your hand that's on his chest, and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. You end up falling asleep like that, and Mingi lays there, admiring you for a little while, before drifting off to sleep himself.