#and i’ve been ignoring all the signs of God telling me to come back

[ist4rgirlo]

──────── 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐜.𝐟

ONE SHOT !

what else can you do when you see the love of your life looking at someone else like how you look at him?

SEQUEL : invisible string

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There it was again, that pain in my heart. That pain that I’ve been constantly feeling whenever I would look at Conrad and Belly. He had this smile, this smile that only comes out for Belly. What was so special about her? what was so special about her that I don’t have?

Where did it start? when did things start to fall apart? it started with him acting so different — ever since Belly came here last summer, his world started to revolve around her. It was like I wasn’t here at all.

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

There were times where I would be alone in my room, thinking if I’ve done enough. If I was worth it, If I deserve Conrad. I felt insecure — Belly was beautiful, I admit that — she’s always been beautiful.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

He failed to see the signs, he failed to see how hurt I was. How it pains me everytime he would say the words “i love you” because it never sounded sincere anymore.

He would act like nothing happened, completely ignoring me. He doesn’t even notice that when we’re talking, all he talks about is Belly. He never saw the glint in my eyes, he ignored my cries, my cries for him.

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me

I never wanted to lose him, it would kill me if I did. I never saw myself not loving him anymore. He is my dream, the love of my life — well was. It was exhausting, tiring — now he’s slowly losing me.

I walked towards Belly and Conrad — “Excuse me” I asked softly, looking at the both of them.

“Hey, y/n” Belly smiled at me, I looked at Conrad — he was barely taking his eyes away from Belly, mesmerized by her smile.

“Uh.. can I talk to Conrad?” I asked, looking down. My hands were shaking, tears started to form in my eyes. I hated this, I shouldn’t have walked towards them.

Conrad looked at me before saying bye to Belly, he pulled me to the side — raising his brows at me, tilting his head — waiting for me to talk.

He looked different, he acted different — the man infront of me looks nothing like the man I fell inlove with. I looked at hin in the eyes, seeing no emotions in it — my heart shattered.

“I-Is something wrong between us?”

“Wrong? I don’t understand you” He sounded genuinely confused, it was ridiculous. I should’ve just stopped there, at this point I am the one hurting myself.

“I know you don’t”

I chuckled, looking down. “Y/n if you’re going to waste my time then just do it another time” he said — running a hand through his hair — stealing a glance at Belly.

I scoffed, he looked at me — his brows furrowed “What?”.

“Oh nothing, I just think that you can’t take your eyes off her. I mean I can’t really blame you”

“What are you talking about?!” Conrad’s voice started to raise a little.

“I’m not stupid, Conrad. I can see it, you don’t have to lie to me. You’re falling for her, are you?” — “Conrad” it felt wrong, it didn’t feel right at all — calling him by his name — it felt like we were strangers. He was just silent — looking away.

Why can’t he say anything? why is he so quiet? why is he not denying it? why isn’t he choosing me?

“Do something, babe, say something" (say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me)

He bit his lip before saying “Y/n, I’m sorry” he tried to reach for my hand — his face filled with guilt. I bit my lip as I fought back a sob — pulling my hand away from him, walking away from him.

My heary dropped, my stomach churned. I regret it, god why am I so stupid? I couldn’t breathe, my heart broke in so many pieces. What happened to us? where did I go wrong?

I gave him all my best me's, my endless empathy.

I shook my head no, “No, i’m sorry for being so fucking stupid. I should’ve never let it last this long, we shouldn’t have happened. I knew that there was always a spot for her in your heart, I should’ve just stayed away” that wasn’t true, I don’t know why I said that.

Conrad looked at me, walking towards me grabbing my hand “No.. no y-you don’t mean that. Please, y-you don’t know what you’re saying.” he stuttered, shaking his head no — hurt from what I just said, he knew it was true, he tried to deny it but he can’t.

All I wanted was for him to notice me, for him to love me like how much I love him. No one told me how exhausting it was to chase someone who won’t give you back what you gaveto them.

Choose something, babe, I got nothing (got nothing)

To believe

Unless you're choosin' me"

“I-I’ll just go, I’m sorry for ruining this party. I’m so so sorry, Susannah” I said before putting a hand over my mouth — pulling away from him, turning around.

“Darling please“ Susannah said standing up from her seat, I looked at her, shaking my head no.

“Do something, Connie!” Jeremiah panicked — yelling at Conrad — he was about to run towards me but he was too late, I was already out of the door.

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

I looked back — seeing Conrad hugging Belly through the window. I ran towards my car and went inside — I sobbed as I drove off — didn’t dare to even look back. That was my que to leave because he already chose, and he didn’t choose me.

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway

And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone

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here you go anon !! this totally broke my heart — i hope you enjoy <3

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feather , part 4

“ when it’s on a platter for you ”

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[trensu]

have another snippet of stasis in darkness! just 'cuz i'm bored tbh, and kinda stuck on all my wips i'm currently working on.

The seventh night:

“Has he spoken to you yet?”

“How could he when you’re here yammering my ear off every night?”

“He’s a god, I’m sure it wouldn’t be that hard for him to shut me up.”

“Even gods have their limits.”

“Oh, har har. The warrior’s got jokes. You didn’t answer my question.”

“...not yet,” Steve said stiffly. 

“It’s been how long now? A week?” The man hummed in a falsely thoughtful manner. “Maybe he’s just not that into you, man. Maybe he’s letting you down easy.”

At his words, Steve involuntarily curled his shoulders inward, slightly, ever so slightly, in defense. He'd been wondering that same thing earlier that day. Steve had toiled hours in the sun to fix up the shrine; to make it welcoming; to encourage a divine visit. 

He had stopped wearing his armor to free up more time to work. Putting it on and taking it off took too long, and he didn't have to maintain it as much if he wasn't wearing it regularly. He stuck to only his chainmail. He'd kept his shield stored away, too, so it wouldn't get in the way while he worked. Though, he made sure to keep his sword nearby.

He’d taken his knife and traced over the etchings of stars in the alcove that served as a backdrop to the statue. His knife had been ruined but it didn't matter. The Lord of Night would probably want the stars of his dark sky with him, he reasoned, and these had worn so thin. Sadly, it was the only detail he could bring out of all the stone. The statue’s face was so crumbled that Steve couldn’t even begin to guess what it had originally looked like.

He had discovered that the vines he chose to keep were moonflowers. They had blossomed every night since he’d removed the other more invasive plants. He'd draped them carefully so they lay across the statue's shoulders, wrapped lovingly around its torso and clung to its waist before the ends of the vines trailed off at the knees. 

The strange man might have made himself a nuisance during his visits but he never stayed the whole night. Steve had been able to get a few hours of makeshift prayers at the shrine every night. He’d done all this, yet dawn broke every day without a single sign that the Lord of Night had been listening.

“Warrior?”

Steve broke out of his reverie. He refused to look at the man. He had to clear his throat roughly before he could speak.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been rejected by someone I love." Steve tried not to dwell on his father's perpetual scowl and his mother's infinite disinterest. "I’m pretty used to my devotion being one sided by now.”

“That’s a bummer,” the man said. His sympathy was meant to be teasing, Steve could tell, but it came out surprisingly sincere. “Good thing you have a whole pantheon! Strong guy like you? Any god would take you to be their warrior in a heartbeat.”

“What are you talking about? No, I’m nowhere near done with his shrine,” Steve said determinedly. “I know a silversmith and a stone mason who’d give me a hand, and Dustin and Robin have been dying to come up here to bring him offerings. The only reason they didn’t come with me is because I had to do the pilgrimage on my own if I wanted a shot at earning his blessing.”

The man spluttered.

“Are you insane? A god rejects you and you’d come back? What kind of stupid–were you dropped on your head as a child?

“A couple times, but that doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Are you sure? Have you checked? You should go to one of the gods of medicine. Owens, maybe. Have him take a look at your head,” the man huffed in frustration. "For stars' sake, why would you want to come back?"

He ignored the insult to his intelligence. For stars' sake. Steve murmured the words to himself, letting them settle in his mouth to get a feel for them. He'd never heard of that one before. He liked how it rolled off the tongue, natural as anything. 

The man waited for his response. Steve took a moment to try to sort out his words. He kept his head bowed towards the shrine as he ruminated.

“People barely remember my god,” Steve finally said. “And when they do, they remember him as something he’s not. Even if he doesn’t believe I’m worthy of carrying his crest, he shouldn't be forgotten.” 

The man said nothing. Steve took a shuddering breath before the quiet could take over. 

“Having someone forget you is…it’s very lonely. Which is the worst feeling. I…I guess I don’t want him to be lonely anymore.”

The silence that followed his statement stretched long enough that Steve started falling into that meditative state he’d learned during his many nights at the shrine. It helped dull the twisted up, unsteady sensation that lingered from the man’s prodding at his every self-doubt and fear.

“He hasn’t rejected you yet, though,” the man broke Steve's musings awkwardly.

“He hasn’t reached out to me either. It’s fine. I’ll keep coming either way.”

Another silence. It was around the time the man usually left Steve to his worship. He didn't hear retreating footsteps. Instead, the man cleared his throat, and when Steve looked up at him, the man turned his face away, shrouding it in gloom.

“Maybe he’s nervous. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t contacted you yet.”

“Nervous? No way.”

“He sounds like a godly weirdo,” the man said. “Maybe he’s never had a holy warrior before and doesn’t know what to do.”

“He’s the good kind of weirdo! And there’s no way he’s not had a warrior carry his symbol. He must’ve had loads back in the day. I probably don’t meet his standards,��� Steve smiled lopsidedly, playing off his insecurity.

“I’m serious!” the man exclaimed. “It’s possible! Some gods never get warriors. Some never want them at all!

“Look, even if I was the first to offer to be his, he’d know he didn’t have to be nervous,” Steve insisted. "I’ve never served a god before either! I wasn’t sure I could have faith at all until I learned about him. So like, if he’s new to it then so am I, and we’d figure it out together.”

“...you really mean that, don’t you? You’d let him make it up on the fly if he took you on.”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugged.

“You’d keep coming back even if he rejected you?”

“Yep.”

“But why? That’s so stupid. Nobody would do that!” The man sounded frustrated.

“I’m not really known for my smarts,” Steve said matter-of-factly. “Robin and Dustin had to translate the only book we found about the Lord of Night because I definitely wouldn't have been able to. It was a tiny book but it still took them ages to do because the language doesn’t really exist anymore. So they told me it’s possible it’s not accurate. It felt true, though, to me. 

“There was this quote, I can’t recite it word for word, but…it was something about how monsters don’t always look monstrous, and the monstrous aren’t always things to be feared.”

“That sounds ridiculous,” the man protested. Steve shook his head.

“No, it’s true! Like, I know I’ve got a pretty face and really great hair,” he smirked when he heard the man scoff, “but I was such a fucking asshole when I was younger. I went around hurting people on purpose, tearing them down for no reason other than I was hurting too, and that’s the shittiest reason to hurt anyone. I had to get some sense knocked into me by the people I call friends now. 

“My friends are the greatest people I know, and I’m really lucky to have them, but to everyone else? My friends are losers. They’re rejects because they don’t act right or they don’t look right; they talk too much or too loudly. People treat them like shit because they're different. 

“And after I noticed that, I started seeing it more even if I don’t always pick up on it. And I still mess up sometimes. I'm not a god, I can't change the world but…in the stories Robin and Dustin translated, the Lord of Night helped people like my friends because it was always the weak and rejected that try to hide themselves in the dark. I want to help those people find him again so they know they’ve got someone holy in their corner. They should know someone loves them enough to protect them.”

Steve didn’t really know where all those words came from; he wasn’t a wordsmith like Robin and Dustin. He always had a hard time verbalizing his thoughts, and he usually messed up the words. Nonetheless, these words had almost burned to be said. 

When the speech that flowed from him finally reached a natural end, he felt…lighter, cleaner. He felt like his shield and sword when they were polished to a shine. But when he turned to see his audience’s reaction, the man had gone. Steve felt strangely dejected instead.

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The eighth night:

“Hey, it’s me again. My supplies are low and I don’t know what your thoughts about hunting on your land are so I’d rather not…I don’t want you to think I’m disrespecting you. I might have to leave soon to get more supplies,” Steve swallowed nervously. “Which isn’t an ult..ultimate…? No, damn, what is it called? I’m not trying to force you to talk to me before then, is what I mean. Not–not that I could! With you being a god.” 

Steve scoffed at his own blundering. He should’ve had Robin help him make speech notes. Cards with conversation starters. Something! He took a deep breath and tried again.

"But I'm coming back, I promise. I meant what I said about fixing up your shrine. I’ll commission a new plaque and I’ll talk to the stonemason about replacing your plinth. I don’t know a lot about sculpture, but I’ll get you the strongest type of stone and get something nice carved on it. Your flowers? Or cats? Cats are cute. Maybe your bats would be better…?” Steve trailed off.

It was quiet save for the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. The full moon illuminated the area more than ever before. The shrine must have really been a beautiful sight back in its heyday. The thought of it sent a pang of longing through his soul.

The hour came that the strange man usually showed up. Steve steeled himself for another round of questions, another jab at his faith. The hour went by with Steve alone in the clearing. Steve frowned.

“Do you think he’s okay?” 

Steve’s question went unanswered.

After another hour without seeing his stranger, Steve had finally convinced himself to round the perimeter for a quick check in case the man was nearby or in need of assistance. When he found nothing, he checked again in case he missed something. 

Still nothing. Uneasily, Steve gave up his search and returned to the shrine. He knelt before it again, head bowed. He cleared his throat.

“Lord of Night, I don’t know his name, and I know he’s been rude–annoying–but could you please watch over the man? Please keep him safe from harm for as long as the stars shine tonight. Thank you.”

He received no response, but Steve had faith. He knew he was heard. He knew his god wouldn’t let an innocent come to harm if he could prevent it.

ps: i do not do those reader tag list things. if you’d like to keep up with my stuff, follow my writing tag: trensu tells stories

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[reminiscingtonight]

Hoodie

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

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You never thought you’d be one of those girls. Break ups happen all the time. People move on all the time. Not moving on, is something you have never found yourself doing. 

You pride yourself in never getting caught up in the past. Dwelling on those who don’t want you isn’t something you’re keen on doing. You’re a big girl, you can handle rejection.

At least you could, until Leah Williamson came along and ruined all of your plans.

Signing for Arsenal has been one of the highlights in your career. A lifelong gooner, you jumped at the chance to play for the club. Leaving behind your friends and family was hard, but it ended up being worth it when you met who you thought was the love of your life. 

The two of you kept it on the downlow for a while. Leah was still fresh out of her break up with Jordan and you were dealing with your own failed relationship. Neither of you were looking for anything serious, but months of spending time with each other both on and off the pitch developed into something real. She asked you to end things or start something real, and you chose the latter option. 

Nearly a year and a half later, the two of you were as happy as could be. Or at least as happy as two people in a secret relationship could be. Neither of you outright told anyone you were dating, but it wasn’t like you were hiding it either. All of the girls on your club team knew about your relationship, but outside of that, everyone just thought you were two close friends, including your national teammates back at home.

You were fine keeping your relationship to yourselves, but you couldn’t deny it bothered you a little bit to not be able to tell your closest friends about your lover. You dropped multiple hints, even outright asked Leah if she thought it was time to go public, but the blonde always seemed to avoid answering your question with ease. 

It all came to a head when you asked if she wanted to go visit your family and friends in the off season. You were set to leave for camp, the WSL season ending soon, but you wanted to check your holiday plans before you left.

When Leah offhandedly said she thought your time would be better spent chilling around London, staying around her family and training here, you snapped. 

“Is it too much to ask if I could introduce you to my friends and family? I’ve met all of yours, Leah.”

She blinks, taken aback by your outburst.

“I can only fend off those ‘are you seeing anyone in London?’ questions for so long before my friends know I’m lying. I love you, Leah. And I want to tell people that.”

“I know you love me. And you know I love you too. Why can’t that be enough for us?”

“I don’t want to hide us anymore.”

“We’re not hiding.”

“We are if no one knows about us except for a couple girls on the team!”

“My family--” 

“Yes! I know your family knows about us. But what about mine? Why can’t my family know about us?” 

Leah follows you as you stalk to the bedroom.

“God, it’s almost as if you’re embarrassed to be seen with me,” you mutter, grabbing your bag off the bed. 

When you look up, Leah’s stiffened, knuckles grown white. She looks like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out.

Your blood goes cold when she still doesn’t answer. “You are, aren’t you.”

“I-- I’m not!” she eventually stutters out. But it’s too late. Her silence has been telling enough.

You leave England fuming. The team can tell you’re in a foul mood, but since none of them know about Leah, they remain oblivious to the real reason you’re so angry.

Sophia tries asking if everything’s okay once. You nearly take her head off. It’s only the memory of her terrified face that has you muttering an apology to the striker a couple hours later.

Camp ends without much fanfare, you play your last game with Arsenal, and then you’re back in the states. You ignore all of Leah’s attempts to talk to you during the two weeks you spend in London before leaving again. You only stay long enough to pack up and send Leah a box of her things from your place before you’re back on a plane headed for LA. 

Christen meets you at the airport and you sink into her hug with a loud sigh. It’s been far too long since you’ve been back home. 

Finding the hoodie is a mistake. Christen’s helping you unpack when she finds the red pull-up with the number six stamped on the back. “I thought you were number--”

You snatch away the piece of clothing from Christen’s hands before she can finish. “Um, I must have accidentally grabbed Leah’s. She’s always leaving her things everywhere, even at other people’s places.”

You had grabbed whatever pieces of clothing you could find sitting around your living room as well as a couple pieces from the back of your closet back in London. You didn’t recall purposefully packing Leah’s clothes, but it wouldn’t be a surprise, given she had a habit of leaving her clothes all over your apartment.

You can tell Christen doesn’t fully believe your story, but she doesn’t push. 

When she leaves, you have every intention to throw the jacket back into the furthest corner of your closet. 

Instead, you find yourself wearing it to bed a couple hours later. The faint smell of Leah’s perfume still lingers on it, and you find it annoyingly comforting. 

A month passes. 

Leah must have taken your move back to the states in the offseason, as well as the deliverance of her things to her apartment, as confirmation of your break up. She doesn’t contact you once, choosing instead to leave you alone. 

You’re not sure if her unwillingness to fight for the two of you hurts more than her unwillingness to meet your friends and family.

You split your time going to your friends’ games and keeping your soccer skills on point. You do everything you can to keep busy. Any time you’re alone, all you can think about is Leah’s stupid face and her stupid jacket that you’ve gotten into the habit of wearing whenever you’re back at Christen’s. The forward never says anything, only gives you pointed looks when she spots you wearing it. By now you’re past the point of caring. You have a feeling your best friend knows about you and Leah, but you’re thankful she doesn’t say a thing. 

“Ever thought about coming back to the NWSL?”

The two of you are out for breakfast at a new pop up joint that Christen loves, when she drops the question. She gives you a look, but you shrug, focusing more on your breakfast than Christen’s question. 

“Look, I know the break up with Sonny was--”

“This isn’t about her,” you interject, frowning at Christen. You haven’t thought about Sonnett in a romantic sense for a while now, so Christen’s line of questioning takes you off guard. 

“You did hop the first plane out after your break up.”

“Emily and I have made up, we’re fine.” Things hadn’t worked out with the defender, but it was a mutual parting. Yes, you took the Arsenal contract in the midst of your separation from Sonnett, but the two of you agreed that you worked better as friends than lovers. Plus, after meeting Leah, your relationship with Emily became the last thing on your mind.

Christen hums as if she doesn’t believe you, but goes back to her initial question. “You did always say you wanted to play in LA.”

Although she was a couple years older than you, the two of you had grown up together. You always followed in Christen’s footsteps. You went to Stanford years after Christen had graduated. You joined the national team years after Christen had already broken through. Despite this, the two of you have never played on the same club team. You know your best friend has been dying to do so, and if you’re being honest, a part of you has been too. 

“Christen,” you drawl out, fixing her with a look.

“Okay, fine, fine,” she chuckles. “I won’t push it. Just know that Angel City would love to have you on our front line.”

As much as you loved playing for Arsenal, you can’t deny you haven’t thought about coming back home to play. And now that you and Leah have broken up?

You sit on Christen’s words for the next couple weeks. Another camp rolls around, and by then you’re itching to get back on the field. 

When you pack the red hoodie, you do so subconsciously. You spend the first 30 minutes after arriving in your room staring at the piece of clothing. It isn’t until Ashley opens the door, excitedly yelling your name, that you shut your luggage. 

Later, after all the festive fun of seeing all your friends have worn off and the two of you are settled back in your room for the night, Sanchez falls asleep in seconds. You’re jealous, left glaring at your friend’s sleeping form. 

You do everything you can. You count sheep. You run through plays. You do your damndest to fall asleep but nothing works. Swallowing your scream, you sit up with a huff. Careful not to wake up your roommate, you stalk to your suitcase. 

Promising yourself this would be the last time, you shrug on Leah’s hoodie. By now her perfume has long disappeared, but it’s the comfort it brings you that somehow has you falling asleep in minutes. 

---

The night before the game, Ashley posts a picture of the other girls crashing your hotel room. In it, you’re buried under a mess of bodies, but the red hoodie hanging off your frame is visible. The girls give you a ribbing when they notice you wearing it, but you’re all quick to forget about it. 

You’re half listening to a story Emily’s telling the room when you hear the notification of your phone go off. 

You frown when you spot the name on your screen. 

Leah Williamson

After all this time, you’ve long stopped expecting Leah to contact you. The absence of contact stings, but you get used to it soon enough. After all, you couldn’t do anything else but move on.

As covertly as you can, you open your text thread with the English defender.

[That’s my hoodie]

It’s quickly followed by a:

[I’ve been looking for it]

You grit your teeth, anger quickly mounting. Out of all the things she could’ve sent you, Leah really wanted to discuss your wardrobe? 

Smashing your keyboard with more force than necessary, you type out: [Come get it then]

You see the gray ‘read’ instantly, but you don’t get a response. 

Scoffing under your breath, you throw your phone down next to you. Lindsey doesn’t miss the action. 

“Uh, everything okay?”

She watches as you shrug your way out of the sweatshirt. 

“Doing great,” you grit out, tossing the hoodie back towards your suitcase. 

You tell yourself you won’t touch the sweatshirt ever again. 

Your resolve lasts less than 24 hours.

You’re wearing the familiar piece of clothing the second you’ve finished showering after the game. 

Fueled by your anger, you score a hatrick during the friendly. Every time the ball hits the back of the net, you’re stuck between wishing Leah was in the stands and picturing her face inside the net. 

Regardless, you bask in your teammates’ praises. The heavy pats on the back and screaming of the crowd follows you all the way back into the locker room. 

The second you’re in the shower though, you feel all the emotions hit you at once. The sadness. The pain. It’s always moments like these, when the adrenaline has worn off that you miss Leah the most. You’re not sure why you had stuffed her sweatshirt into your duffle, but you’re quick to pull it on when you walk out. 

“Movie night at your place when we get back?” 

You give Rose a non-committal hum, knowing that her and the rest of the girls would be over regardless of your answer.

The small midfielder starts off on a tangent about her English Bulldog and you nod where appropriate, feigning your interest with ease. It’s not that you don’t care about the conversation, you actually do miss Rose’s big pup, but it’s there, when the two of you are just exiting the building that a familiar flash of blonde hair catches your attention. 

Your feet come to a stop, body spinning towards the parked cars before you can stop yourself.

Your first thought is Leah looks stunning. Dressed in a simple pair of sweats and a sweater that suspiciously looks like an old university one of yours, she looks as beautiful as the day you first got together. Her hair’s down in soft waves, and you have the sudden urge to run your fingers through her hair. Despite all that, you can’t ignore the fact that Leah looks like she hasn’t slept in days though. Your heart clenches at the thought, but you don’t dwell on it much, because your next thought is that Leah must have some nerve to show up here unannounced. 

You’re crossing the parking lot in seconds, angrily spitting out, “wow, I didn’t realize the hoodie meant so much to you.”

Leah seems partially taken aback at the anger in your voice. She opens her mouth but you don’t give her the chance to say anything.

“The fact that you actually flew out to get it back? Ballsy, given you never shown me the same care in the year and a half we’ve been dating.” Yes, the two of you have been keeping your relationship under wraps, but it wouldn’t hurt to visit each other’s games every once in a while. You’ve been to plenty of England’s, but Leah has never been to one of yours, at least she hasn’t until today.

You’re well aware of the eyes you’ve attracted, but neither of you pay your teammates any heed.

Peeling off the hoodie, you hit Leah right in the chest with it. “Take it. I don’t want it anyways.”

The feel of the hoodie hitting her snaps Leah out of her daze. “I don’t want it back. I didn’t come here for it.”

You stare at her. She stares right back. 

The longer you stare at your ex, the more certain you are that you’re going to scream. Or do something worse. If Leah doesn’t leave any time soon, England’s going to have to find a new captain, and Arsenal a defender.

“Then what the fuck are you doing here?” You’re well aware you’re stomping around like a petulant child, but Leah’s testing the last of your patience. 

“I didn’t come for the sweatshirt,” Leah repeats. She takes a hesitant step towards you.

You can’t help but gape at her, stuck between wanting to throw yourself into her arms and getting on the team bus.

“Leah--”

“I came for you.”

She takes another step forward, close enough to place a hand on your arm. 

Her touch sets your skin ablaze, but it’s enough for you to jerk yourself back. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s not funny. Leave me the hell alone.”

You spin around, but Leah’s hand shoots out again, this time lightly gripping your wrist.

“I’m not playing games, honest. I miss you.”

You try to yank your arm away, but Leah holds tight, tugging you back towards her. Stumbling backwards, you crash right into Leah’s chest. Leah wheezes out in surprise but stays upright, steadying both of your bodies. 

“Sorry, I--”

“You can’t do this, Lee. It’s not fair and you know it. Let me go.”

“I love you. And I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder for us.”

Leah’s words hit you right in the chest, heart clenching painfully at her admission. Shutting your eyes, you let out a long breath of air. “It’s been almost two months. You’ve had two months to call me or say something or literally do anything but this. Why now?”

Leah nervously chews on the bottom of her lip. “Jord talked some sense into me.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “So you went to your ex and--”

“I was scared. I didn’t want to go public because I was terrified that I couldn’t handle it if we were to ever break up.”

“So you thought it would be better to hide our relationship like it was a dirty secret?”

Leah drops her eyes to the ground, nervously scuffing her feet on the ground. “I know I messed up, okay? I just loved you so much and was so scared that you’d find someone else and realize I wasn’t worth the effort.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Someone like who? Leah, you’re the only person I wanted.”

“Wanted?” For the first time tonight, Leah sounds meek, terrified of your answer.

You sigh heavily. There’s only one of two ways this will end. Either you break it off now and finally move on, or you risk it all again, giving your relationship another go. You’re not sure which one would be the better choice.

The longer you sit on your words, the more you can see Leah visibly deflate in front of you. You can feel her hand starting to loosen around your wrist, so you quickly shoot out:

“Want. The only person I want.”

“Still?” Leah looks surprised by your words.

“Are you really going to make me spell it out?” You’re glaring at her now, but Leah knows there’s no real heat behind your eyes. 

“Keep the hoodie?” she implores, pushing the balled up sweatshirt towards you. “And my love as well?”

You eye the red hoodie, debating how much of your ego you’re willing to sacrifice tonight. Wearing your formerly ex-girlfriend’s hoodie every night for the past two months and then nearly duking it out with her in front of your teammates is already embarrassing enough. You’re not sure you can handle the amount of teasing sure to be heading your way if you pull on Leah’s hoodie again. In the end you settle with pushing it aside, wrapping your arms around Leah’s waist.

You sink into her arms, sighing at the feel of being pressed against Leah’s body again after all this time.

“You should keep it,” you mutter, pressing your face against the side of her neck. “It doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

Leah’s chuckles reverberate through her chest and straight into your heart. “I’ll give you another one.”

You’re not sure how long the two of you stand like that. It could’ve been seconds, minutes, or hours, but eventually Leah presses a kiss against your forehead. Her hands run soothingly up and down your back, as she nervously asks, “Can you introduce me to your friends?”

“I don’t think you have a choice anymore,” you chuckle, pressing a light kiss against the piece of skin right in front of your lips. Leah shivers under your touch and you have to hide your smile. “If they stare at us any harder, we might combust into flames right here.”

Leaning back, you quickly press a kiss against Leah’s lips. It’s so quick that she doesn’t have a chance to kiss you back, eyes widening in surprise. You slip your hand into hers, yanking the English defender towards your teammates. 

“Who’s your friend?” Sonnett teases as the two of you approach, the smirk on her face not faltering at all.

“The woman responsible for giving me orgasms now,” you deadpan. The result is instantaneous. Leah stiffens next to you, Emily chokes on nothing, and the rest of your team dissolves into cackling laughter. 

Your ex sputters about as she tries to come up with something to say, but she takes the quip with good humor. Christen shakes her head in amusement but you give your best friend a blinding smile. 

The questions start coming from everyone everywhere but Leah takes it like a champ, never shying away from all of the questions. If anything, she stands taller with every question, arm tightening around your waist. 

It’s there, body pressed against Leah’s that you know the two of you are going to be just fine. You just have to grab ahold of another one of Leah’s sweatshirts and the two of you will be just dandy. 

#leah williamson x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

[malamira]

I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU HAVE MY HEART (EVEN IF I DON'T REALLY SHOW IT)

synopsis: co-workers to enemies to friends...? no, that's not right. they skipped the friends part entirely. so, the benefits are... what, exactly?

a/n: wrote this years ago and decided to bring it back to life! with a few edits and revisions, of course. i know some people were disappointed that i took this off the internet, so here it is!

i plan on reposting majority of smutmas at some point throughout the year, so if it's anything to look forward to, i hope you keep your eyes peeled!

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The repetitive ringing tone in Inuyasha’s ears made him grip his steering wheel harder. “Come on, Kagome,” he hissed. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”

Finally, the tell tale sign of a click resounded. “Hello?”

“Thank fucking God,” he breathed out. “Where are you?”

“I’m out,” she said, and he could hear the bass in the background. “What’s up?”

“Where? I’m picking you up.”

“What? In—” She let out a sharp breath. “No! Are you crazy?”

“Halfway there,” he muttered under his breath. “Look, I’ve had a shitty day, and I need you to blow off some steam.”

“Should I be flattered?” she said sarcastically, then softer, as if she pulled away from the phone. “Just work. I—Hey, Sango, wait—”

He was halfway to the business district and decided to pull over at an emergency bay. The sounds of a scuffle was heard on the receiver, short puffs of wind and rustling. Sooner than later, a new voice floated into his ear. “Hello? Who is this?”

“Kagome’s boss,” Inuyasha snapped.

“Wait—Inuyasha? Why is Inuyasha calling you?” That last part was softer, said to Kagome. She came back. “Why are you calling Kagome?”

“None of your business!”

“Sango!” Inuyasha heard, in various volumes. She must’ve been struggling to snatch her phone back. “Give me back my phone!”

“Of course it’s my business,” Sango said. “She’s my best friend and you’re garbage. Why are you calling her?”

“Garbage?” Inuyasha exclaimed, affronted. “I thought we were friends!”

“The amount of sex you have is unhealthy and every relationship you’ve had has been a dumpster fire,” she pointed out.

“I’m twenty-nine,” he snapped. “The amount of sex I have is just fine, thanks. And it's not my fault all my exes were psychos!”

“Don't call them psychos when you're part of the problem!"

Inuyasha held himself back from flinging his phone. "Ju—"

"The reason why they ended so badly was because you’re an emotionally constipated asshole incapable of communicating and you know it!”

He tried to not break the phone in his grip. This was not the time nor the place to deep dive into his personal issues. "Not the time, okay, Sango? Just let me talk to Kagome."

“Are you gonna have sex with Kagome, too?” she needled.

Sango didn’t have to know the honest answer to that question. “No, for God’s sake. We have an emergency deliverable on Monday.”

“It’s Friday night! Well past office hours!”

“Ask Kagome if she wants to work on it over a full weekend or start tonight and finish tomorrow to get Sunday off,” he snapped.

Sango was evidently Not Happy. “Fine. Ugh, fine. The one time I actually manage to get her out of the house… Kagome, here.”

More rustling.

“Thank you,” Kagome said. “Hey, sorry. So what was that?”

“Sango thinks we’re having too much sex.”

“I heard her little tirade. I know it's a you problem."

Jesus fucking Christ. “Whatever. Message me where you are as soon as I hang up,” he demanded. “Every second longer will make me want to fuck you rougher.”

“You’re so impatient,” she complained. “This is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

He ignored her and ended the call. His phone darkened as he waited, then lit up again a full minute later, her name popping up on the screen. It took her a full minute. He smirked as he shifted gears and sped away.

—

As soon as he picked her up, he sped over to a fairly full parking lot and parked in the darkest corner he could find. Before she could ask, he unbuckled his seatbelt and practically assaulted her, pressing his lips to hers and palming her breast over her shirt.

“Inuyasha,” she gasped when he pulled away.

“No bra?” he grinned wickedly. “I should be so lucky.”

“Wasn’t for you,” she snapped, and somehow that irritated him. She pushed him off her. “And what gives? I thought we were going to your place.”

“I’m impatient.”

She shook her head. “No. If I’m gonna be a booty call, I’m gonna get the whole nine yards. That means sex on a comfortable bed and a shower immediately after.”

“Jesus, you’re demanding,” he grumbled, strapping his seatbelt back on and reversing out of the parking lot. “Even my exes didn’t make me work this hard.”

“That explains why we’ve been having sex longer than you’ve been in any relationship,” she quipped.

He didn't respond. Was it Psychoanalyze Inuyasha Night? What the fuck?

His house was a bit of a drive from the central business district, maybe around thirty minutes, and normally Kagome liked to fill the silence. When she wasn’t chatting up a storm like she normally would, he reached over with one hand to push her skirt upwards as he caressed the inside of her warm thigh. “What are you thinking?”

That pulled her out of her reverie. “Huh?”

“Normally you’d be halfway through your tenth conversation topic by now,” he said, flicking on his turn signal. His eyes darted to his mirrors before switching lanes. “What’s up?”

“Oh. Uh, nothing. I just… I guess I didn’t realize it’s been over a year.”

“Since we started having sex?”

“Since your last relationship.”

His face soured. “Can we not talk about that? I wanted to get laid tonight, and you’re killing my boner.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m not.” Kagome reached over and twirled a silver lock that escaped the bun on his head around her finger. “I did this because I wanted to help you, you know.”

Inuyasha scoffed. “And the fact that you also broke up with Kōga around the same time had nothing to do with it?”

“Well, I didn’t say I wasn’t also doing it to help myself.” She shrugged, more nonchalant than he liked. “I’ve always found you cute. Didn’t expect you to say yes to this kind of… arrangement, honestly.”

“Didn’t expect you to propose it,” he said, glancing at her. “Given our… history.”

“You mean you being a complete asshole to me every time you saw me?”

He winced. That was deserved. “I said I was sorry.”

“I know.” She trailed her finger along his jaw. “But… I don’t know. I think I’m not… I think I’m not helping you, anymore.”

His hand stopped the motions along her thigh. “Care to elaborate?"

"Maybe this whole arrangement is just a band-aid solution for your actual relationship problems?" she mused aloud.

"What?"

“Are you even seeing anyone? Like, at all?” she asked, nose wrinkling as she spoke. “Wasn’t that the deal? We blow off steam through sex, go on with our lives. We see other people, and stop this as soon as we do. That’s what we talked about.”

“So? What are you trying to say?” Something clicked in his brain that made him stiffen. “Have you been seeing someone else?” Inuyasha asked, unreasonable rage simmering beneath his skin. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“Can you not freak out?” Kagome snapped. “You’re overreacting.”

“I’m not—” he huffed, pulling his hand back and setting it on the steering wheel. “Just give it to me straight. Are you seeing someone else? Enough to make you—make you want to stop… whatever this is?”

“What if I said yes?”

He didn’t know what he would feel—that was a lie, he knew exactly what he would feel, but the unpleasant way his stomach curled, like he was just punched in the gut; the intensity of it wasn’t something he was expecting. He turned to a familiar emotion, instead. “Then why the fuck are you here, then?”

“You called me, remember?” she shot back.

“You didn’t have to say yes!”

“That’s not the point!” she snapped, adjusting herself in the passenger seat to fully face him.

“Then what is your point?!”

“My point is is that maybe this—this—this arrangement is starting to be harmful rather than helpful!” she shouts, throwing her hands in the air and narrowly missing the ceiling of his car. “Just being fuck buddies is becoming a problem! We’re both not in relationships but regularly see each other, and it’s stopping us from seeing other people!”

“We don’t stop each other from seeing other people!” he shot back.

“Inuyasha, I’m not wearing a bra, I have a condom in my purse, and I was ready to get wasted in a club. Yet I’m in your car on my way to your place because I will have sex with you.”

Despite the sheer irritation that manifested itself on his face, Inuyasha took the time to deeply inhale, then exhale. Dealing with Kagome was a true exercise in patience if he’d ever had one, and he’d since learned that she was more receptive when he was visibly calm, or at the very least not shouting, mainly because he’d observed that she felt dumb for screaming her head off when he was calm in the face of her wrath.

And besides, this was not a conversation to be had while driving.

Silently, he drove on and stopped at the first emergency bay he came across. He punched in his hazard lights and took off his seatbelt for a second time, before turning to look at her.

“So what do you want?” he said, looking her straight in the eye. “Tell me what you want.”

Kagome’s gaze was steady, but she breathed in. Her hands shook as she took off her own seatbelt to mirror him; she was nervous.

“Do you want this to end?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I was just… Someone asked, and I thought—”

“Asked what? Who asked?”

“Yura, from Marketing. She said she was interested. She asked me if we were dating.”

Yura? Who’s that? He deemed it insignificant and barreled on. “And what did you say?”

“What do you mean what did I say? I said we weren’t dating, and that you were single. What else would I say?”

“So you’re okay with me dating her? Is that what this is about?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” She gingerly rubbed the underside of her eye, careful to not smudge her makeup. “Do you?”

“I’m not interested in Yura,” he said flatly.

Kagome groaned. “That’s the problem, Inuyasha. You’re not interested in anyone. It’s been over a year! This has to end at some point.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? Didn’t you just hear what I said? You’re not interested in anyone!”

“Jesus Christ, Kagome. I can’t believe I have to spell this out for you.” He ran a hand over his face. “I’ve been having sex with you steadily over the past year because I’m interested in you.”

She blinked, then gaped, then stared back at him, horrified. “What?”

He glared at her. “No need to look so disgusted.”

She fixed her face. “Sorry, I didn’t—I mean—What?”

“I’ve been asking you out on a proper date for the past year,” he said exasperatedly. “You were there. You shot me down every time.”

“I thought you were kidding!” Kagome cried, frantic. “You don’t do emotionally available—or anything emotional, for that matter. That’s not you! You don’t ask people out! I had to ask you, the first time!”

“Yeah, well,” he mumbled, “It’s different when it comes to you, apparently.”

"I mean, Sango said you had a communication problem—"

His ears twitched. "Don't listen to her—"

“—but I could disagree, but you’re sure as hell not patient. I’ve been turning you down for a year and you didn’t get the slightest bit pissed off?”

“Like I said,” he continued, looking every bit as perturbed as she was. “It’s different when it comes to you.”

Her cheeks burned. “Wh—Wh—” She struggled with her words, before deciding to simply stare at him, jaw unhinged.

Inuyasha reached over to gingerly close her mouth, before taking her chin in his hand and brushing the corner of her mouth with his thumb. Her lipstick smudged in the slightest. “Look, you’re right. I don’t do feelings. That’s not me, that’s never gonna be me. I'm bad at talking about them, too, because I didn't see the point. It’s why all my past relationships went down in flames; I never made the effort to try, because I didn’t think it was worth it, or that it mattered.

“But I—I don’t know. I’m just not interested in anyone except you. I haven’t been interested in trying on making anything work, except when it comes to you.”

“Because of the sex?” she asked, so innocently that it made him want to laugh.

“Maybe. I don’t know. The sex is good. But spending time with you isn’t so bad.”

"'So bad'?"

He rolled his eyes. "It's not bad. At all."

“Because of the sex,” she repeated flatly.

“Look, I’m not going to dissect whatever the hell I’m feeling, okay?” he snapped. “All I know is that I like you, I like having sex with you, I like spending time with you, and I’m not interested in anything with anyone else. I’m not going to further elaborate because that means talking about my feelings and I’m not gonna do that.”

“That’s fair,” she said thoughtfully. “I mean, I won’t ask that from you. I know you and that’s not who you are.”

See, this was why he liked Kagome. She wasn’t the type to demand stuff of him, unlike all his former girlfriends, who demanded flowers and birthday celebrations and grand, romantic gestures—which, ultimately, led to the demise of all those relationships. Because, as they said in one way or another, he didn’t give enough.

But he was a giver. Ask Kagome, even. He was so giving. But these women wanted things that he didn’t give, didn’t want to give. Never planned on giving, because he either didn’t see the point or just didn’t find them worth giving. With Kagome, it was different. What he was was what he was and that was fine. No pressure, no expectations.

Maybe it had to take a friends with benefits situation to realize it, but regardless, it worked; they were happy, there was no pressure, and he really, truly appreciated that. “Thank you,” he said, and meant it.

Her pondering continued. “But…”

He raised an eyebrow. “But what?”

“You’re going to have to ask me out properly.”

He violently rescinded his earlier thought about her not being the type to ask stuff of him. Inuyasha stared at her, unamused. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Look, if we’re gonna date,” she said shortly, “I expect the whole nine yards. Dinner. Maybe a movie. A romantic walk somewhere, preferably by the beach. A kiss when you bring me home. That kind of stuff.”

“There’s a pattern with you,” he mumbled under his breath. Louder, he said, “Fine. Anything else?”

“Yeah. No sex on the first date.”

“What?!” His jaw dropped. “Kagome, we’ve been having sex for over a year! I think we’re past that point by now!”

“Rules are rules! No sex on a first date!” she insisted.

“Rules are—” Inuyasha dragged his face down in one sweep. Was this even worth it? “You know what? Fine. Fine. Jesus fucking Christ. But what else? And are you sure?”

“What do you mean, 'am I sure'?”

"I know you're siding with Sango about me having a communication issue? You really wanna get into a relationship with me?"

The corners of Kagome's mouth turned down in a frown. "Hey, I never said I agreed with her. You never had a problem telling me what you wanted, or what you expected."

Looking back at it, he really didn't. Maybe because they stepped into the arrangement with no expectations, that he didn't feel like he needed to hide or think about anything.

"Why are you asking?"

His cheeks flared up with heat. "Um. Nothing."

"Seriously? Just tell me."

"I'd really—"

"Inuyasha," she said sternly. Inuyasha took in her expression and decided that no, she was not being stern, she was being stubborn, which was worse.

“Fine." He cleared his throat. "I... I don’t know, I just—I want this to work out. I’m not gonna be the reason why another one of my relationships fail because I’m—as Sango said—emotionally constipated. So I’m going to… try.”

Her face went from shocked to incredulous then straight up teary-eyed. “Inuyasha,” she whimpered. “You want to try for me?”

Oh, good fucking God. “This is why I’m not a feelings person.”

“No, no, no,” Kagome said, pressing a hand to her chest and sniffling. “That was just really sweet. I didn’t think you had it in you."

His eyebrow twitched. “You’re baiting me and I won’t fall for it.”

“I won’t be too hard on you,” she placated, leaning forward. The hand that was on her chest went to pat his knee, then moved to cup his cheek. “And for the record, I don't think you're emotionally constipated. You're just bad with feelings. and you're too shy to talk about them.”

"Okay, enough,” he declared, ignoring the giggle Kagome let out just as he closed the distance to press a deep, wanting kiss to her lips, her soft lips parting under his careful attentions. When he pulled away, something made him ask, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah,” she said, a little breathy. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” He kissed her lightly. “Are you free tomorrow for dinner?”

She laughed in a way that made his heart swell. “Yes, of course.”

He pulled away and resituated himself in the driver’s seat, driving out of the bay as soon as Kagome had strapped back in. His hand made its way back to the inside of her thigh and they drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence.

“To make things clear, tomorrow is the only day I’m going to hold off on sex with you,” he said with finality when he pulled up into his one-car garage. “Got that? All bets are off for date number two.”

“I figured,” Kagome said with amusement. Inuyasha hopped out of the car and met her on the other side, helping her out. “And tonight?”

“Like I said,” he said, smirking. He slammed the door to his car behind her and pressed her against it, his lips starting to work on her neck. He relished the sound she made when he wrapped his arms around her thighs and hoisted her up to carry her into his house. “I’m impatient.”

#inuyasha x kagome #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fic #i don't remember the tags #💞.writing #inukag #inukag fanfic #inukag fluff

[blackroseguzzi]

hi , can you write about Kai Anderson getting really jealous and possessive with his girlfriend please? I hope this is ok with you. Thanks 💖

Jealousy 🔥

Summery: Kai goes to visit you at the bar you worked at. He doesn’t like what he sees.

Warning: language, mentions of death & blood, alcohol, violence.

Kai’s POV

My therapist once said that I show signs of exhibitionist jealousy. I won’t lie, I always strive to be superior and better than all. I am competitive, and at the sign of loss I become resentful.

I know the feeling of jealousy, but I don’t allow myself to fully come forward to admit that I feel that emotion. You’re mine. I own you, your body, your mind. I don’t like to see anyone else look at you the way only I am supposed to look at you.

Tonight was no different. I sit at the end of the bar. Females with barely any morals parading around half naked around me. One tried to speak to me, but I could smell her fake tan and ignored her, my eyes fixated on you as you served the men and women all staring at you- they want your attention. They want you to make them a drink, and they probably all want to fuck you.

I took another sip from the vodka cran you made for me earlier that night. You had winked at me as you slid it over the bar. It was alright, but your pussy tastes far sweeter.

I watched you giggle and became so curious to know what the man in front of you had said that made you smile. I’ll have to smash his face into the porcelain sink next time he uses the restroom.

He kept talking to you, until you turned your head making eye contact with me. I could see your mouth moving, the world ‘boyfriend’ certainly leaving your lips. He got the hint, and the fire inside my bones subsided- just a little. Nobody gets away with flirting with you, especially when I was watching it.

I chugged the last of my drink, knowing if I slid over the empty glass you would see it, and you would come over to hastily attend to my needs for a new drink. You were such a good little girl for your Devine Ruler. Your instincts must have felt my demand and you were suddenly making your way over to me.

Until that man’s hand grabbed your arm.

“Yo bitch, I’ve been waiting forever for a fucking IPA!”

Ohhhhh. No no no no no.

Fuck that.

I felt my body slide off the bar stool, some skinny skank snaking in, eager to get another tequila shot to send her deeper into a drunk that was going to get her in a lot of trouble later.

I walked slowly towards this asshole, and I grabbed his shoulder. Your eyes widened as you noticed me there, and the douchebag let go of his tight grip on you, and he was suddenly looking right into my eyes. He was pathetic, I could tell in his gray blue brainless eyes.

“Don’t you EVER fucking touch her,” I seethed in anger. If there was a god, he was reminding me that there was a room full of people and not to get out of hand. Yet.


“Who the fuck are you?” The man shoved my hand off his shoulder. I laughed. He didn’t know who he was talking to. Poor pathetic mindless fuck.

“I’m here to remind you not to touch things that don’t belong to you,” I narrowed my eyes at this sorry excuse of a person before me. He probably still lives with his mom and watches porn on his lunch breaks.

“Kai, just let it go,” Your sweet voice soothed the anger in my veins. I looked to you and the halfwit slithered himself back into the crowd of people. I’d find him later, I had other sets of eyes all over this place so I could keep you safe.

I leaned in close, my hand grabbing the back of her head close so I could whisper in her ear.

“You know I don’t like when someone touches you. You’re mine.” I was happy that her hair still smelled like our shampoo.

“Fuck, you really know how to turn me on,” She whispered back in my ear and I felt my dick harden. She was just as fucking smart as me.

“Meet me outside in 5,” I let her go and made my way into the small hallway, making my way towards the exit. I saw the man who was flirting with you earlier walking in the same direction and we exited the bar at the same time. Exhilarating. It’s not everyday when things are this easy for me.

I watched as he pulled out a smoke. I could go for one of those.

“Hey, can I bum one off you?” I asked, nodding towards the man’s cigarette.

“Yeah dude, here you go.” I grabbed it and lit it up, sticking it between my lips.

“You know any other good bars around here? This one has negative 2 good looking girls in there,” He chuckled. If only he knew that girls hated men that smoked and who had patchy beards.

“Nah, this one is the only one with the good drinks.” I responded. He looked at me curiously, and it clicked.

“Oh about that bartender. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend bro. I’m sorry,” He took a drag from his cigarette and laughed “I mean can you blame me though? She’s a fucking fox.”

Nobody talks about my sweet doe like that.

I felt my first smash into his nose. Not once. Not twice, but three…maybe four times. I felt the warmth of his blood all over my hand. I love that feeling.

Okay, maybe I did have some exhibitionist jealousy issues.

I watched him lay unconscious below me, not turning around as I heard the door of the bar creak open.

“You know, bloodying a man’s face is better than any rose you could buy me,” You whispered to me as you curled your arms around my waist.

I smile before taking your hand and leading you away from the filthy excuse of a man.


“I had to make sure he knew who you belonged to.”

“It was kind of you to keep him alive,” You brought my bloody hand up to your lips you kissed my knuckles. The blood lingered on your lips for a moment before slowly wiped them off. I needed to take you home and fuck you.

“He is one who can learn from his mistakes. He knows never to lay his eyes on you ever again,” I told her, bringing her down towards the alleyway behind the bar. I saw your eyes widen as Speedwagon came into your view. He was beating the ever living shit out of the man who had grabbed you at the bar…

“Now this man here, he’s too far gone to be forgiven. Laying your eyes on my little lamb is one thing, but laying your hand on her is a whole other story.”

“I love it when you get jealous,” Her lips were on mine before I had a chance to speak.

I’d be lying If I said I didn’t love it too.

#kai anderson #kai anderson ahs #kai anderson smut #kai anderson x you #kai anderson imagine #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #evan peters imagine #ahs cult #evan peters fanfic #kai anderson fanfiction #kai anderson messiah #kai anderson x reader #evan peters

[daisybell17]

Texts with Loki hc’s:

Loki: Where are you? -Loki

You: I just finished training with Pete…why r u signing ur texts?

Loki: ur? What? -Loki

You: U R

Loki: ??? - Loki

You: stop signing your name idiot

Loki: No. What’s “UR” - Loki

You: …are u fr?

Loki: “fr”? - Loki

You: 💀

Loki: You’re dead? - Loki

——————————————————————————

*changes nickname to “witchboy69”*

witchboy69: What happened to my name?!

You: I changed it hehe

witchboy69: witchboy69 of all things??? How do you change it back?

You: Not telling lol :)

witchboy69: What the hell does this even mean?!

You: Because…you dress in all black…and because 69 haha

witchboy69: The 69 was unnecessary…

You: No no…it was SO necessary hehe :))

witchboy69: Do you want me to 69 you?

You: dafuq…

witchboy69: So yes?

You: No?!

witchboy69: …

You: Meet me in compound kitchen

witchboy69: I’m already here *sends pic*

——————————————————————————

You: WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?!

You: ANSWER ME YOU IDIOT???

You: ITS BEEN 3 HOURS…YOU MISSED THE ENTIRE MOVIE

You: LOKI WHERE. ARE. YOU.

You: *calls* *no answer* PICK UP YOU ASSHAT

You: For the love of gods Loki…this is THE THIRD TIME…

You: TEXT ME BACK HELLOOOOOOO

Loki: …oh…my time was set in Asgardian time…

You: …CHANGE IT ALREADY YOU ASSHOLE

Loki: Whoops! Ok changed! I love you ❤️ I’m sorry 😢

You: wtvr k

Loki: :(

You: …love u

——————————————————————————

Loki: Hello??? Why haven’t you texted back?!

Loki: I’ve been sending you pictures since earlier?!

Loki: I can clearly see your phone on the couch, why aren’t you answering???

Loki: Are you still mad I missed the movie?

Loki: Love please don’t be mad at me :( I’m sorry

Loki: Please respond!

Loki: I’m sorry ok…

Loki: Oh come on! I can see your phone on the couch!!! Right here!!! Answer me please :((

Loki: Hello???

Loki: Loveeeee :(

Loki: Please answer meeeee

Loki: I’ll give you kisses

Loki: And hugs

Loki: Answer please :(

Loki: …ok this is embarrassing…i just…ignore all that…i’ll just call you!

Loki: Ignore that again…i’m an actual idiot

——————————————————————————

You: I love you my mischievous boy ahihi, my best boy, good boy, scrumptious, delicious, handsome, pretty, amazing, phenomenal, cutie pie, god, hot, sexy, beautiful, loving, best boy, loki! 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Loki: k

You: :(

Loki: >:)

——————————————————————————

Loki: Where is my helmet

You: I don’t know??

Loki: Yes you do, I saw you holding it

You: What?! No!

Loki: YES it’s with you

You: NO ITS NOT!

Loki: *sends pic* caught

You: Oh…hehehehehe, its nice right?

Loki: you look hot with it

You: ik 🥱

Loki: 😏

#loki #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki marvel #loki god of mischief #marvel #loki series #loki fic #loki hcs #texting loki #loki thor #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #texting loki lol #loki my beloved #loki x you #loki tech #lokius #loki 2012 #loki 2011 #loki 2023 #hc #fics #fanfics #tom hiddleston loki #frost giant loki #loki season 2 #loki odinson #loki headcanons #loki hot

[bts-bay-bee]

coffee shop

Pairing: park jimin x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1872

Warnings: *unedited work*, they’re baristas, they do things that they probably shouldn’t do at a coffee shop, unprotected sex, theyre both going through dry spells, rough sex, cum swallowing, choking, biting, hickies, vaginal fingering, panties do get ripped and stolen, spit play (a tiny bit),

Prompts: 5 (“Deeper? Harder? Think your little pussy can take it?”), 8 (“Stop trying to run from my dick”), and 12 (“Choke me, bite me, use me”)

Request:

A/N: hi anonie! I answered this so late that we already hit 2k and so i apologise! Also, I did prompt 11 in my yoongi drabble, so I won’t include it here. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it!!!

“It’s not my fault finals kicked my ass!” Was the first thing you heard when you entered the on-campus coffee shop, cringing at the volume, which was so loud that your entrance was barely noticeable, allowing your shift partner to continue speaking to a ‘customer’. “I made the executive decision to choose passing over pussy, excuse me if I’m going through a bit of a dry spell –”

 “Hi, Jimin,” You interrupted, amused at his panic-stricken face. “Hey, Taehyung.”

 Giggling over his steaming hot chocolate, Taehyung greeted you, ignoring his best friend’s red cheeks as he waved goodbye and exited the coffee shop.

 “Y/N, I, er, sorry you had to hear that –”

 “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one going through issues.” You cut him off, saving him from embarrassing himself with his rambling. Pausing, he cocked his head to the side.

 “You’re going through a dry spell? What about that guy who always comes in and gets that God awful Frappuccino shit –”

 “He wants me, I never said I wanted him.” You retorted, dryly. Jimin suppressed a laugh, levelling you with a gaze and a raised eyebrow.

 “Well then who do you want?”

 “A bit forward, don’t you think?” You teased, eyeing his biceps as he crossed his arms over his chest.

 “Not as forward as you eye-fucking me, I can tell you that.” He muttered, probably not meant for your ears.

  “So, Jimin,” You began, watching him turn the sign to show that you had officially closed, your chin laying on your open palm. It had been weeks since you had walked in on him complaining to Taehyung about his dry spell, weeks since you had started dropping subtle hints about him fucking you, yet nothing was done about it.

 “So, Y/N,” He mimicked, a small smirk on his face as he dropped the blinds for the front windows, blocking out any moonlight from entering.

 “How much more obvious do you want me to be?”

 Pausing his walk back to the counter, he looked lost. “Obvious? About what?”

 “Fucking me.”

 Jimin rolled his eyes, scoffing at you. “Y/N, I’m not in the mood for your games.”

 “I’m being serious!” You insisted, in disbelief at his blatant disregard for your seduction skills. Well, maybe they were a little lacklustre, but you could not have been more obvious. “I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

 “We’ve always flirted.” He sighed, tugging on his blond hair in irritation. “It’s nothing new. You never want to take it further than flirting. It’s always just been a joke between us.”

 “Well, this time, I mean it.” You snapped. “What more do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg?”

 With the clench in his jaw, you knew you either succeeded in getting what you want, or in pissing him off. Truthfully, you don’t know which one held more appeal in the moment.

 “That does sound appealing,” He laughed, the smile on his face not reaching his eyes. “It would sound better if you weren’t messing with me.”

 “Oh, for fuck sake, Jimin. Choke me, bite me, use me. I don’t care, just do something –”

 He cut you off by wrapping a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides firmly. He was so close to you that all your senses screamed Jimin, everything about him enticing you to the point you felt your knees weaken.

 “You don’t know what you’re asking for, do you?” He murmured, backing you up the counter, crowding you in so that you felt trapped. There should be shame in the way your panties dampened, your thighs clenching to alleviate some of the ache, but he shoved his knee in between your legs, preventing that.

 “I do,” You mumbled, already blissed out by having his hands on you that you felt kind of already felt satiated. “I’m asking for you to fuck me.”

 “Here?” He breathed, grip loosening on your neck so that he could kiss your jaw. “Where we work?”

 “I don’t think I can stand the wait to make it back to either of our apartments.” You admitted, trying to breathe evenly as he sucked on your sensitive skin, the skin already tender from his ministrations. You rocked your hips against his and held in a gasp when you felt how hard he was. “By the looks of it, neither can you.”

 “I’ve been fucking my fist every other day because of you, what do you expect?” He complained, sucking your skin harder, ending with a bite, making you yelp. “You’ve been wearing the prettiest little things, makes my imagination run wild.”

 You chose to ignore him, pulling him away so you could unbutton your jeans, shimmying the fabric down your thighs as quickly as you could before you froze in horror at the loud rip that made Jimin wince.

 “… I’m sorry?” He tried, the remains of one of your cutest pairs of panties in his hand. “I didn’t realise it would be so easy to tear!”

 “You’re buying me new ones.” You sighed, rolling your eyes when he immediately kissed you in apology, his reddened, swollen lips already giving way to his tongue. Kissing him was better than you thought it would be; he controlled the pace easily, not faltering or hesitating for a moment, while you focused on unbuttoning his jeans, palming his painfully hard bulge through his boxers.

 Jimin pulled away from you reluctantly, spitting on his fingers before easing them into your core. Feeling you open up on his fingers made him grin, teasing words about to leave his mouth until you pulled his cock free, using his precum to ease the glide of your fist.

 “Opening up so well for me, angel.” He sighed, forehead knocking against yours, curling his fingers so that you were stretched out. Biting your lip so that you didn’t let out an embarrassingly loud moan, you swallowed hard.

 “I can’t wait anymore,” You admitted, breathing uneven. “Please fuck me. I’ve been waiting for you.”

 “Have you, now?” He laughed, spinning you around so that you were squashed against him and the countertop (which you realised that you would have to clean again… You can’t really be serving coffee on a surface which probably had precum and pussy dust on it.)

 “Yes, and you’re always teasing.” You complained, trying not to pout while he cooed at you.

 His chest was hard against your back, only moving away when he lined himself up to your entrance, tip prodding against your pulsing muscles. Bringing a hand to cup your cheek, he guided your lips to his, barely resulting in a kiss. Every time you tried kissing him properly, he would move away slightly, making it impossible to actually feel his lips on yours. At the same time, he pushed his cock in a tiny bit, before pulling out completely, never giving you the entire tip, never stretching you out on his cock.

 “Don’t be a tease!” You whined, desperate for any form which you could get him. “I thought you wanted to fuck – oh, fuck, Jimin.”

 Thrusting into you shallowly, he finally kissed you properly, but still didn’t let his entire length fill you up. Even without the entirety of his cock pumping into you, waves of pleasure pulsed up and down your being, being touched everywhere by Jimin leaving you feeling unbelievable. But one thing about you, is that you were greedy for everything and anything when it came to Park Jimin.

 “Jiminie?” You breathed out, eyes half open. He hummed in response, hands tangling in your own. “Want more, please. I know you want to go deeper. You can go harder. Want you to use me, remember?”

 “Deeper? Harder? Think your little pussy can take it?” Jimin asked, grip on your hands almost unbearably tight.

 He barely let a second pass after he saw you nod before he began fucking into you harder, his skin slapping yours hard enough to echo throughout the entire shop. Now utterly blissed out, you struggled staying upright, your knees weak, basically useless in supporting you.

 “Fuck, you’re so much better than my fist, Jesus, Y/N.” He groaned, eyes furrowed, as you cried out and clenched around him, staving off your orgasm, not wanting it to be over so soon. “Going to – damn, fuck – going to fuck you every shift. Your pussy is so addictive, I could don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

 His words made you feel like you were overheating, quickly feeling your orgasm rear its head, desperation to stave it off making you move away from his thrusts.

 “Stop trying to run from my dick, you wanted it to be deep and hard, so you’re going to be a good girl and take it.” He hissed, holding both your wrists in one hand as he used the other to push your face down into the corner, forcing you to arch your back, making his cock hit even deeper.

 Obscene, wet sounds made you want to burrow your head in shame, sobs and moans being drawn out of you at an alarming pace if it was anyone other than Jimin. Speaking of, it's not like he was faring any better; he kept groaning into your ear, curses way too creative for someone as polite as him sneaking their way out.

 "Jimin, so close, I'm so close." You whined, thighs trembling.

 Somehow thrusting faster, sweat dripped down his temples, his efforts not needed much longer to have you coming around his dick hard, your walls engulfing him in the most addictive ways.

 Throughout your entire orgasm, he never stopped thrusting, the suddenly impossible tightness only resulting in him having to pull out of your dripping hole, tugging your neck so that you could swallow down his cum happily.

 A few moments passed, not really enough time to actually catch your breath, but he tugged you to him, swollen lips suckling on your tongue, almost as if he was trying to taste himself there, to make sure the encounter had been real.

 "Jiminie?" You mumbled, head resting against his chest. You pretended you didn't hear how fast his heart was beating as he hummed in response to his name. "We're going to have to wipe down the counter again."

 Clicking the image, expecting a stupid meme or maybe even your work schedules, you froze when you saw it.

 Sitting down cross-legged after getting railed like that was probably a mistake, but you didn't realize it until you were halfway there. Ignoring the dull ache in your pelvis and hips, you unlocked your phone after seeing a text from Jimin with an image attached.

Your ruined pair of panties (that you suddenly realized definitely didn't come home with you) were somehow even more ruined by the globs of cum on them.

 jiminie:

*image attached*

okay so my hand definitely isn't as good as your pussy but your panties helped a lot :)

btw, if I just keep ripping your panties, will you eventually stop wearing any?

 yn:

keep ripping my panties and you'll never get to fuck me again

now send me a video of you using them to cum, I know you have one

#jimin smut #park jimin smut #bts smut #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #bts x reader #smut #jimin x reader smut #park jimin x reader smut #bts x reader smut

[observeowl]

Miscarriage N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha wasn't there when R needed her at the most desperate times

Your POV I was waiting in the hospital, going through my life decision. What has caused it to go downhill? Everyone here was at least with someone yet I was here alone. 

I have been having some discomfort around my stomach and knowing that I have been having some difficulty during my pregnancy, I knew it was not a good sign. 

With one last try, I decided to text Nat.

You: Nat, can you accompany me to the doctors?

Nat: Why did you message me? I thought I told you not to disturb me at work?

You: I know, but I really wanted your support. And everyone here is with their partners.

Nat: So? They probably booked an appointment. You just decided to go without telling me.

You: This is the A&E And I seriously think something’s wrong with our child

Nat: You’re making a big deal over nothing. Stop finding me during work.

I sighed as I set down my phone. Nat changed during the last few months of the pregnancy. At the beginning, she was really kind and attentive but she started to drift away and focus on work. Even when she’s back, we hardly have any conversation. 

“Ms Y/L/N.” 

The doctor called my name and I stood up. 

“I’m sorry, but there appears to be no heartbeat.”

“What?” I wasn’t sure if I heard correctly. 

“Sorry for your loss, your child has passed away. I’ll start with the papers to get you admitted for induced labour. Do you have anybody to call?” 

I shook my head. 

“Okay, I’ll give you a moment.”

This was it, my child died before I got to hold them in my arms. I looked towards my belly for one last time. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better mum, I couldn’t give you the future you deserve. Something must be wrong with mummy that’s why you had to suffer. I’m so sorry…” My bottom lips quivered as I caressed my belly, the overwhelming feeling of loss was beginning to get to me as I let the tears flow down my cheeks. 

I was still sobbing when the doctor returned. “I’m sorry.” I wiped my tears with the back of my hands.

“No, it’s okay. I’m here to guide you to your ward.” 

--- >after stillbirth/induced labour<

I was laying on the hospital bed after birth. Thanks to the nurses and doctors, I was able to hold him in my arms at least once. He was so tiny at 5 months. They had to do the birth and death certificates as I remained in the ward. 

They told me I was only allowed to discharge the next day since they needed to make sure everything was fine and there were no other complications. 

I woke up from my nap by the ringing on my phone. I stretched over to pick up the phone and it was Wanda. 

You: Hi Wanda.

Wanda: Oh my god, Y/N! You finally picked up your phone. Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for hours! We were all so worried. Where are you?

You: I’m… I’m at the hospital. 

Wanda: Oh my god! Do you need me to go over? Did anything happen? Nevermind, I’ll just come over.

You: Thanks Wanda. Can you come alone? 

Wanda: Sure Is everything alright? 

You: Please… I just want you.

Wanda: Okay. I’m coming over now.

After the conversation with Wanda, no matter how much it hurts, I curled up in a ball and started crying again. 

I was still crying until I felt Wanda’s hands around me. She looked at me in a disarray state and knew what was wrong. “He’s gone… He died… All because of me…”

“It’s not your fault, you didn’t wish for this to happen.” 

Second POV Wanda stayed with you throughout the night. She wanted to inform the team where you were and that you were safe but you told her not to do that. You just wanted to be left alone.

Wanda tried to talk to you during the ride back but you would either ignore her or just make some noise. What she said you had no idea, in through one ear and out the other. 

Everyone crowded around you when you came back because you have been missing for a day. You shot them a quick smile before taking your bag from Wanda and headed for your room. “Don’t let anyone in JARVIS.”

“Yes Ms Y/L/N.”

“What happened to Y/N?” Steve asked after seeing you went up the elevator emotionless. They didn’t know anything except for Wanda rushing out to get you. Your belly was still around the same size since it wouldn’t go down until a few weeks later. 

“She lost the baby.” Wanda said in a low voice. 

Only gasps were heard from the room, everyone was so excited for the arrival of the new baby. “Does… Natasha knows about this?” Steve inquired wearily.

“I don’t think so.” 

Natasha was nowhere to be seen. She has been in her office in SHIELD so people hardly know what’s going on with her. Only Clint and Steve ever entered her office to look for her but she would only chase them out without explanation. 

“So she’s still in SHIELD?” Steve nodded his head. 

“I’m going to call her.” Wanda said as she made her way up to your room. 

Nat: Wanda, what is it? 

Wanda: I need you to come back.

Nat: Why? You know I’m working.

Wanda: It’s about Y/N.

Nat: I know. She told me she went to the hospital yesterday.

Wanda: And you didn’t go?

Wanda tried to open your door but it was locked. She told JARVIS to open the door but the AI couldn’t refuse your orders. 

Nat: Does it really matter? 

Wanda: It does. 

Wanda opened the door with her powers and saw your dark room. You were not under the covers where she was expecting so she turned to the bathroom. 

“Oh my god! Y/N!” She found you covered in blood, lying on the bathroom floor. “BOYS!!” She yelled but decided that bringing you down to the lab would be faster. 

Nat: Wanda! What’s happening? Shit.

Wanda couldn’t reply as she left her phone on the floor as she carried you down. Everyone looks at you as Bruce prepares the medical supplies. Steve tries to place pressure on your wound as Wanda runs back to her phone. 

Natasha was making her way back after hearing Wanda screaming for the boys to help.

Everyone was glaring at her when she walked into the lab. Bruce cleared his throat and brought their attention to him. 

“Y/N is a bit weak since she’s just given birth along with the blood loss we found with her earlier. It’s better to keep her in bed after she wakes up.”  

“Wait… What do you mean by given birth?” 

“She delivered a stillborn baby Natasha. That’s why she was in the A&E and you had THE AUDACITY TO TELL HER YOU WERE BUSY WITH WORK!!!” Wanda shouted at Natasha. Everyone around was surprised that she dared to shout at her.

“SHE HAD TO GIVE BIRTH ALONE! WITHOUT ANY HELP, ANY SUPPORT!” 

“I..I…” 

“I’m ashamed of you.” 

You started to stir when everyone left the room for you and Natasha. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“Get out. I don’t want to see you.” 

“Y/N-”

“I said get out. Get out, before I force them to take you out.” 

You weren’t ready to face her yet, not when she left you alone when you needed her most. 

#natasha x you #natasha x reader #natalia romanova #black widow 2021 #clint #wanda maximoff #miscarriage #my writing

[lillylvjy]

omgomgomg lilly!!!

can i get something like a new year party which wilbur or y/n gets drunk and just randomly confess to other

A/n- hi aimi!! I hope you enjoy this! It was poorly written but! It followed the request! So enjoy!

Warnings// one sexual joke (Tommy), swearing, kissing, teasing ig, tell me if I missed anything:)

I thought that I was dream in’ (when you said you loved me)

You honestly didn’t know how you got here. One moment you were talking to Joe and Ash, the next you were being pulled out of the house by Wilbur onto the roof of the apartment building.

“Wilbur, what’s up?” You question the tall man has he let your wrist go and turned his back towards you.

“You know. I’ve never liked when you talked to other guys. Especially my friends.” Wilbur slurred half his words, obviously drunk of his ass. But as people say, drunk words are sober thoughts.

“What? What are you talking about?!” You asked, confused on why he was saying this.

“don’t like how close you get to them. Don’t like how they look at you either. How they think you are free to take and are selfish about you.” Wilbur said laying down on the cold concrete roof.

“Well, I’m sorry Wil but you don’t get to chose who I talk to, who I flirt with, ect. And im sorry you feel that way towards them but I don’t know what you want me to do.” You said, crossing your arms as a breeze came over you. You walked over to Wilbur and sat down next to him.

“Why can’t you just be mine?” He asked in a hush whisper.

“What?” You looked down at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve been hinting and trying to get you to realize that I have fallen in love with you this whole year. And when it seems like you finally get it, poof. You go on and act all flirty with the guys. It’s annoying y/n. Frustrating. All I want is for you to acknowledge my feelings and show me some sign that you feel the same. Or show me that you only like me as a friend. God dammit, just show me something please!” Wilbur begs. He never looks at you. Only looks at the sky.

“Wilbur. I’m sorry. Im sorry I didn’t catch it. I’m sorry that I made you feel like this. In all honesty, I thought you didn’t like me. So I used my only way to get over it. By being flirty with others and trying to find someone else. It didn’t work. I’d only think of you. Wil, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. And I understand that frustration. And I’m sorry for ignoring it.” You said , looking down at your hands as you played with them.

As tears began to sting in your eyes, Wilbur grabbed your hands and kissed them. He lifted your chin to make eye contact with you. “Darling, if knew that! I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

Wilbur cups your face and brings you in for a gentle, loving kiss. After a while you both pull back to catch your breath. You smiled at him as he leans his forehead against yours.

“I really hope you remember this tomorrow.” You told Wilbur as he laughed.

“Oh I’ll definitely remember this!” He said as he pulled you back into a kiss, but it soon got interrupted by an all to familiar gagging sound.

“My eyes! My beautiful eyes! I need bleach!” Tommy screeched as you covered his eyes.

“Tommy! Don’t be mean. Ash wanted us to come get you guys! 5 minutes before midnight!” Em said as she took Tommy’s hand and led him back to the apartment. But Tommy couldn’t leave without saying one more thing.

“Use protection.” He screamed.

Wilbur groaned as you laughed and got up. “Ok lover boy, let’s go back in there. We can share our first new years kiss together. How about that?” You asked him, while helping him off of the floor.

“That sounds lovely. But I have to kill Tommy first.” Wilbur said in a serious tone.

You slapped his chest and scoffed. “He does it to get you riled up, you know?” You pointed out to Wil.

“Yes! But it’s still uncalled for!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah yeah. You’d never kill him tho. You love him too much.” You said, taking Wilbur’s hand and dragging him down the stairs.

“I hate how you’re right.” He huffed as you walked back into the apartment.

Taglist: @deadphantomsociety (if you wanna be added, send me a lovely ask or ask me on this post:))

#wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #wilbur x you #wilbur mcyt #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x reader #wilbur dream smp #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #x reader #lilly writes #lilly’s ask #aimi <3

[frenchfrywrites]

Under the coveralls

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom top amab gn reader, sub bottom Michael Myers, feminization, breeding kink, lil size kink maybe?

“Where did you get this?” you ask upon unbuttoning Michael Myers’ coveralls. 

He’s laying under you, and after a lot of heavy petting and grinding, you both felt the need to see more skin. To your surprise, underneath he’s wearing the nicest black, lacy, lingerie set you’ve ever seen. 

No doubt he snatched it out of someone's house, or at least you hope he did that and this didn’t come off a corpse. As an answer, Michael just does that stupid head tilt that tells you absolutely nothing (but, you must admit, he does look adorable when he does it).

You pull the coveralls further apart revealing more of the set. In the back of your mind you take a second to wonder how he must have looked putting them on. You wonder what made him choose this color and set. You’re glad he chose the lingerie that he did, as the bralette cups his scarred chest so perfectly, making it look like he’s got a nice pair of tits. You squeeze his pecs, hearing a soft exhale from behind the mask.

“God, you are so pretty,” you murmur honestly, your excitement to see (and touch) more of him generating a hot, tingly sensation within your loins.

Unbuttoning the coveralls more your cock twitches when you see he’s got a matching pair of panties that are beautifully bulged with his hard cock. You groan softly, running your finger along the length of the dick, finding his tip has made the panties slightly damp already. 

“Oh Michael,” you coo, “look at you.” He takes your words literally and does as he’s told, looking down to where you’re rubbing his tip. “Gonna let me fuck you with these on?” you ask, and he nods in a way that could only be described as excited for him. 

“Okay, let me go get the lube, can you get your coveralls off for me?” it pains you to pull yourself from him but you swiftly get off the bed, grabbing the lube and hastily removing your clothes.

When you return you make yourself comfortable between his now nude spread legs, setting the lube next to him. Michael reaches out, touching your arm. He’s developed a little code- it took you a little bit to figure it out- but you know what that means. 

“Good girl,” you praise, delighting in the way that he very quietly moans and leans back against the pillows. “Yeah, good girl, you just lay back and let me take care of you tonight, how’s that sound?” Michael signs good which is one of the few, but very helpful, signed words he’s learned. 

Taking your time you run your hands along his chest again, paying special attention to his nipples. You squeeze and tug on them through the fabric of the lingerie, then cup his chest. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, y’know that, right baby?” Michael shudders under you, arching into your touch. You lean down to kiss the skin of his that’s exposed, still groping him over the fabric of the bralette. 

“I gotta see if you’ve got a pretty pussy to match,” you grin up at him, biting into the meat of his chest. Michael makes a muffled noise under his mask, his hands coming from where they’d been fisting the sheets to grab at your arms. Clearly, he likes the sound of that. 

You kiss your way down his muscled body, nipping every so often. Once you reach his panties you pull the hem down just enough to give his sticky tip a kiss, then cover his cock back up and back off. Michael jerks his hips up, desperate for more attention on his dick.

Ignoring him, you pull the panties to the side, only enough to reveal his hole to you. Letting out an appreciative moan, you trace his rim and feel him twitch under you.

“Such a pretty cunt,” you praise, fumbling around for the lube while still mesmerized by his hole. You coat your fingers and press them against his entrance, relishing in the way he jolts at how cold they are with the lube. “Sorry,” you say, not feeling sorry at all. And Michael knows it. 

Before he can do anything to get back at you, you press your fingers into him. Michael gasps softly behind his mask, squeezing involuntarily around you. Slowly, you inch your fingers into him, stretching them open and closed to get him ready to take you. 

“You’re so tight,” you hum, leaning in to kiss and nuzzle his exposed chest. He’s so quiet you feel it more than you hear the soft groan that comes from him when you curl your fingers up towards his bladder. “Not sure if you’ll be able to take all of me,” you tease, “might only be able to stick my tip in.”

Michael grunts angrily, reaching out to grab your arm in a nearly bone crushingly tight grip. You laugh off his outburst,

“I’m only kidding Mikey,” you coo, and his grip loosens by a fraction. “I don’t think I could manage just fucking you with my tip,” you confess, sliding your fingers out slowly, because he’s more than ready. “Your pussy feels so good I can’t help but wanna feel you all around my cock,” you kiss his chest. Michael’s cock twitches in his panties, but if you weren’t looking you’d miss it. 

“Condom, or-” Michael cuts you off, shaking his head swiftly. At this point the condom only serves as a method of easy clean up, because you’ve been tested and Michael has only ever had sex with you. 

With how needy you both are you don’t waste time lubing yourself up. 

You readjust just a bit, moving Michael by his hips- causing him to squirm and pant at being manhandled around. Holding him steady by his hip with one hand, you pull his panties further to the side so you can rub your tip against his hole. 

Michael wraps his arms around your neck, a subtle signal that he’s ready. You lean down to kiss the cheek of his mask before you press yourself into him. 

There’s a little resistance, because Michael has a tendency to get excited and clench up, but he soon relaxes. In little to no time you’re able to thrust yourself fully into him. He lets out a muffled, choked moan, tightening his hold on you.

Knowing exactly what he needs and wants you jump right into fucking him at a quick pace. “Ungh, you look so pretty baby girl,” you ramble to yourself, letting one of your hands come down to squeeze his dick that's confined within the panties, “the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Michael’s chest rises and falls dramatically as he takes deep wheezing breaths, his hips grinding back against yours every so often. 

His legs come around your waist, trying to pull you deeper. He easily becomes frustrated when he doesn’t have you as deep as he’d like, and lets out a loud- the loudest he’s been all night- grunt to express it.

“You want to feel me in your womb huh baby?” he can’t nod fast enough to answer your question. You slow down, “unhook your legs for a second,” you tell him softly. Michael does as he’s told quickly, staring at you curiously from behind his mask. “I want to try a new position,” you tell him, pulling out much to his dismay, and gently pushing his legs forward towards his chest. “Hold onto your legs for me,” again he does as he’s told, wrapping his arms around his legs.

You get him into the position for a mating press, and once again align yourself with his hole. This time when you thrust yourself in Michael lets out a pleased sound. Your thighs rest against his strong ones, and in this position you tower over him. 

Within the first few hard, quick thrusts Michael’s cock begins leaking pre, a wet spot forming on his panties.

“Hah, feels better having me like this, yeah?” you ask breathlessly, pounding him into the mattress. Michael lets out a series of soft moans and groans as an answer to your question. 

He brings his hands up, shakily signing “good” over and over again. You groan loudly, uncontrollably increasing the pace of your thrusts as your orgasm steadily approaches. The force at which you fuck Michael generates a lewd slapping sound as your balls hit his ass with each thrust. 

“My pretty- ungh- fucking girl,” you’re feeling so very close to cumming now, feeling him squeeze and clench around you, “I’m gonna pump you fuh-full’ve my cum,” you tell him, “and- ah- you’re gonna make a mess of your panties,” Michael nods enthusiastically to that. 

All it takes for Michael to cum is you leaning down to kiss the exposed skin between both of his pecs. His breath hitching dramatically is the only warning you get before he clenches like a vice around you. You follow soon after, fucking him rabidly through his orgasm and your own. 

Your promise is kept as you fuck his hole full of your cum, and Michael completely ruins his panties.

As soon as you’re able to you gently pull out of him, releasing him from the mating press. Indulging yourself, you take a moment to watch your cum seep from his pretty, pink, puffy, ruined hole. It takes a lot of resistance to not lean down and clean him up with your mouth, because Michael is needing your attention elsewhere. 

He weakly takes your hands in his, and pulls them to his panties. “Ah,” you exclaim sleepily, “bet these feel gross now, huh?” Michael doesn’t even give you the courtesy of a nod, just tugs on your hands, meaning he wants them off now. Quickly you comply and help him out of them.

You let out a low whistle when his groin is revealed to you. The excess amount that he came makes his soft dick shine in the low light of the room, and again it takes a lot of resistance not to take him right into your mouth to clean him up. Instead you then help him out of his bralette. 

“Bath time?” you offer softly. Michael seems to consider this, and then without warning he’s trying to get out of your bed. 

You can’t help but laugh when his legs shake and wobble as he attempts to stand. Despite it happening before your very eyes, no one would ever believe you if you said you saw the Haddonfield Boogeyman stumble. 

Rushing to his side, you offer yourself as support to him. Michael pushes you away, and you can feel him glaring at you from behind the mask,

“You’re not going to make it on your own princess,” you tell him confidently, “might as well get over yourself and accept my help,” Michael lets out an annoyed huff, but leans into you all the same. 

You make it to the bathtub, where Michael sits awkwardly as the water rises. “I’m gonna go get the bed ready,” you tell him quietly, “and maybe clean up along the way, because I’m almost certain my cum leaked out of you on our way here,” you joke. Michael splashes water at you, but you can see his eyes crinkling from behind the mask, telling you he’s grinning. 

Getting up to do that, you stop at the doorway and turn back to him. “Hey,” you tell him softly, “you really are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Michael stares at you for a minute before moving to haul himself out of the tub (seemingly a threat, that he’ll come and get you). Unperturbed you laugh, closing the door behind you and smiling when you hear the water splash as he sits back down a moment later. 

As you go about cleaning and readying the bed for sleep, you think about how you hope he was blushing under his mask. You also think quite a lot about how you could fluster him more when he gets back.

#happy halloween here is a lil treat #thank u to gabe for the idea for this fic #it took me ages and ages to write but ofc I had to post it on halloween #spice #sub michael myers #sub slashers #cw feminization

[cherryskyies]

Levi slowly realizing he is in love

for part one

(a/n): I don't know how long I'm going to drag this out, honestly. I just like writing for it <3

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It’s excruciatingly slow, but the walls Levi had built so high begin to chip; each smile you send his way is another crack in the concrete. He should have built them better, sturdier, perhaps with metal? Though his efforts are in vain, he fights it tooth and nail. 

The last four months have been brutal, Hange keeps pestering him to ask you out, Armin keeps trying to make advances- and worst of all: you don’t visit as often. He’s lucky to have you in his office once a week, compared to the everyday he’d gotten used to.

Levi hates change, truly.

He hated your visits the first few weeks, but he didn’t have the heart to kick you out, as you were great at being quiet and filling out paperwork.

Now, the work seems intimidating, piled a mile high — not to add the silence, he’d gotten used to the sound of your pen on paper, the quiet yawns you’d fight back on exceptionally late nights, the clink of your tea cup that would make you wince everytime you sat it down; he could go on. 

“Levi~,” Hange sang, cheerful as ever. “I’ve got good news- oh,” they took in his appearance: hair messy, darker eyebags than usual, deep frown etched onto his face, “Bad time…?”

He doesn’t remember them knocking or him saying come in, but he is too tired to bitch. “No, what do you need, four-eyes?” the nickname had become less degrading and more..affectionate overtime.

With a jump in their step, they plopped down in the wooden seat across from him, “I have good news, it’s about your little birdy, (y/n).” the mention of your name had him visibly perked up, Hange had to stifle a laugh. “Armin finally got the courage to ask her out, yeah?”

His face fell, there was no way in hell that little s- “hey, hey, Levi I haven’t even finished, let that poor pen go.”

Levi sat the pen down next to a document, a death certificate for a young scout named Henisey Lorpan, waiting to be signed, “I don’t care about my cadets love lives, Hange. If this is all you came to me for, then you are excused.”

His day was officially ruined, he wouldn’t be leaving his office for anything.

Hange smiled, shaking their head as they giggled, “Like I said, not done. She said no, she already has her eye on someone,” they paused, gauging the captain's response before continuing. “Mhm, should’ve seen the poor kid, looked like a kicked puppy.”

Once again, Levi grumbled, “You’re dism-”

They cut him off, standing from the chair to leave, “Point is, I think she likes you, Levi.” The soft click of the door filled the room.

He picks the red pen up, signs his name onto the parchment and sets it aside.

______________________

There are two things Levi must learn. One: how to share, and two: how to swallow his pride.

It's impossible, that's how it feels, at least. Levi is losing his grip every passing day, watching other men flirt with you- god forbid they touch you.

Hange's words repeat in his mind, they have never been one to lie to him, but how likely was it that you liked a man twice your age?

He does not have the upper hand and he hates it, almost as much as he hates the way you make him feel.

Levi would love to ignore the way your hands feel on his arm; soft and nothing like his, the way your eyes look up at him, all tired and sleepy- something he wishes to wake up to, forever.

You've been nothing but kind to him, determined to prove your worth and keep your spot on his squad. Though, the only way you'd leave is if a titan pried you from his cold, dead arms.

"Sorry I'm late, captain," you rushed, balancing the tea in one hand and your books in the other. "Armin held me up, wanted to tell me about glow jellies- pretty cool, honestly." a soft smile adorned your features, he could tell you had a soft spot for the kid.

He dismissed you, the corner of his lips upturning ever-so-slightly, "A simple apology would have sufficed, cadet."

It was clock-work, you'd read a book on the sofa, occasionally you'd get up and help with paperwork if there was a ton, but otherwise you kept to yourself; just how Levi liked it.

Against better judgment, Levi cleared his throat, glancing your way, "Hange mentioned Armin asking you out," the book in your hand fell, hitting you square in the face with a thud. "Not to be a cock block or anything, but if it interferes with yours or his performance, I will have to remove him from my squad, understood?"

He itched to hear what you would say, whether you would deny it or not.

"Levi," your voice was sweet, dropping formalities with the captain due to peer shock. "Me and Armin..we aren't- I don't like him like that. He's my best friend, I assure nothing is going on."

A moment passed, you felt like you could die from embarrassment.

"Alright," he studies you for a moment, stone eyes taking in your appearance; your clothes are messier than usual, but he nods, content with your answer.

______________________

Two more months go by, he knows he has to do something, to tell you and get it over with or this feeling will swallow him whole- that is if Hange doesn't get to him first, he thinks.

If he wasn’t so sure they'd turn him into titan bait for their experiments, he'd think about letting them have their way.

Snow sets in, falling from the sky at a steady pace. You're out there, making a snowman with Armin and Jean. The carrot has bite marks, no doubt from Sasha, but no one cares.

"Jean!" He hears you yell, you're so close to his window. "You're gonna…snow….doing that!"

Your voice is muffled, he can only catch snippets of your conversation.

Levi doesn't notice Hange sitting across from him, he doesn't notice them getting up and putting their hand on the curtain to pull it back, "Cute snowman," they comment, watching as Levi startles at their -not so- sudden intrusion. "Kind of creepy that you're listening to them."

He frowns, not daring to peek behind him to see the snowman- or you, for the matter, "Get out," but Hange doesn't budge, instead they open the window and call out-

"Hey, cadets, cute snowman! Can you come to Levi's office, Cadet (l/n)?"

Matchmaker Hange mode has been activated, Levi can see it in their eyes.

#levi #aot levi #levi aot #levi ackerman oneshot #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi headcanon #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi x y/n #snk #snk levi #snk oneshot #aot one shot #levi oneshot #x reader #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #levi x reader #oneshot #imagine #headcanons #anime #levi x you #levi attack on titan #levi heichou #fluff #angst #levi fanfiction #levi fluff

[loverontheleft]

Angel (revised)

Original request: Uhhhh I have a request based off of the most recent picture you reposted by @panicattheforeheadsblog.. I get such dom energy from that picture and I can’t handle it. I’m just thinking so he’s live on twitch talking to his fans about tour and stuff, and the reader wants his attention really bad so she creates a Twitch account with a username that makes him know that it’s her, but not any of the fans. Then the reader starts teasing him, begging for him. When he sees it he tries to ignore it but she knows he knows and starts messing with him more. Until he finally says he needs to sign off for the night. He comes into the room and punishes her for acting out and gets all dom 👌. Lots of spanking 👀☕ Sorry if that’s too specific I’m in a place and I got carried away 😂😂

Brendon x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Thigh-riding, oral (both), sex, spanking, language.

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Brendon pauses the stream, and his eyes flash behind his glasses. “Y/n. I know that’s you. Stop it.” His composure breaks, and he grins. “You’re being so bad, baby.” His voice is a low purr, and it takes all of your self-control to not whimper.

“You love when I’m bad,” you tease when you’re sure your voice won’t tremble with desire. You’re making a conscious effort not to look up from your phone where you’re messing with the Twitch app you’ve just installed purely to fuck with him because he isn’t fucking you. “Besides, I’m not doing anything.”

Brendon scoffs playfully, and you smirk. “Okay,” he murmurs. “So the username that is a combination of my anniversary with my still-not-public girlfriend and her dog’s name is…who then?” You shrug, still not making eye contact, murmuring something about strange coincidences. “I swear to god, Y/n,” Brendon laughs, shaking his head. “If you send one more message into the stream that’s just our safe word,” and now you look at him, grinning. Everyone else in the stream has been ignoring your single-word messages of ‘fondue,’ but you knew he was seeing them and you just knew it was getting to him. “You’re gonna need it,” he finishes, the longing and underlying tension clear in his voice.

You hesitate, unsure. “Wait…is…is that supposed to make me not send it again? Because honestly, that’s not very convincing. You should try harder, B.”

You stretch a little in the armchair opposite him on the couch, moaning at the pleasant burn through your legs. “You know I love it when you get a little rough. You feel guilty, but you shouldn’t; I love when I’ve got marks from you all over my body. Fingerprints, bruises, bite marks, anything. Hold me tight, claim me, fuck me hard, make me tear our pillows apart with my teeth because you’re pushing me to the edge with your tongue and fingers and cock. God, my absolute favorite thing is when you eat my pussy from behind while I’ve got my face pressed to a pillow. The way you smack my ass and pull me back onto your mouth so you can rub your tongue against all of me; I just can’t stop coming.” You’re bouncing one leg crossed over the other, your tone sugary sweet despite your words, and your eyes still on your phone.

“Y/n, please,” Brendon groans with a smile, closing his eyes. He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me. You’re so…god, baby, you know I want you.” You drop your phone and raise your eyebrows teasingly. “You’re killing me. Come over here.” He slips his glasses back on and pats his lap, rubbing his thigh. “Come sit, baby.”

“Someone is still supposed to be streaming…” you point out, giving him a suggestive smile, stretching again. “But that same someone,” you murmur, “is baiting me. Wearing his glasses, calling me ‘baby,’ asking me to sit on his lap…someone knows I can’t resist any of those things.” He grins and closes his laptop, setting it to one side. You groan when he pulls his glasses down seductively. “Fuck, Brendon…you’re teasing, but you know I can’t resist that.”

“So stop resisting,” he tells you with a smile. “Come here, Angel. You wanted my attention so badly? I’m going to give it to you. And if you ask nicely, I’ll give you something else too.”

You grin and roll off of the chair, landing on your hands and knees so you can crawl over to him, hips swaying. “You’re killing me. You’re fucking killing me,” Brendon groans as you work your way across his living room at a glacial pace and bite your lip, eyes on his. “No—fuck, Y/n, don’t fucking slow down—no!” He fists his hair in frustration when you teasingly move even slower, mimicking a sloth to perfection as you crawl in slow-motion. “Better.” Brendon nods approvingly when you switch back to your original seductive speed. “Get over here.”

When you come to a stop at his feet, he beckons you closer, so you rise up enough for him to bend forward and snake an arm around your waist and haul you into his lap. “There’s my girl,” he murmurs, nudging your ear with his nose. “There’s my Angel who needs some attention, hm?” You nod sweetly, and he grins, pulling back to kiss you softly. “You’ve got my attention now. Why don’t you settle on my thigh here and let me give you my full attention?” You shift a little so you’re straddling his thigh. “Hi love,” he whispers, tugging a lock of your hair affectionately. “Ride my thigh. Make yourself feel good; let me see you come like this.” You rise up to shove your leggings down and he stops you. ”Nope. Like this. Fully clothed. Want my angel to come for me fully clothed. Once she’s done that, then she can strip for me, and we’ll go from there.”

“You’re bad, B,” you scold him teasingly. “Making me come in my panties and leggings.” He smirks and tells you it’s payback for the way you were being bad earlier.

“Fair enough,” you acquiesce with a shrug and rest your hands on his shoulders lightly as you start to move on his thigh. Brendon grins and points out that you’ve admitted you were being bad if you’re agreeing this is payback. “Hush, B. That was then. This is now. Fuck,” you mumble, closing your eyes. “Fuck, this feels so good. Your thighs, Bren…they’re always talking about your thighs and wanting to ride them and come on them, and Jesus if they only knew how good—oh, fuck!” Your voice jumps an octave when he starts kissing your neck. “Brendon, god, you know I love that.” His hands wrap around your hips, and he pulls you higher up his thigh so the top of yours is pressed to his erection. “Yes baby, fuck yes yes yes!” You squeal when you come, the seam of your leggings pressing against your clit and driving you over the edge; you’re babbling incoherent gratitude for his making you come as he rubs back against your thigh while making small sounds of pleasure. “Oh fuck oh god Brend—what are you doing?”

You’re disoriented and panting when he turns and pushes you onto your back so you’re stretched out on the couch. “Oh fuck, baby, what are you doing?” You’re breathless now as he tugs your leggings and panties down in one swift movement and wiggles so he’s kneeling between your thighs.

“Speaking of amazing thighs,” he mumbles, pressing warm kisses up toward your pelvis, starting at your knees and alternating between legs. “My baby has the best thighs. And the best pussy. And the best clit. And now that she’s been good for me and come on my thigh, I’m gonna eat her perfect pussy until she comes again.” You’re squirming like crazy by the time his mouth closes over you and his tongue rolls out; you both let out broken moans of pleasure as his tongue moves deeper. “Honey,” he gasps against you. “Angel, my perfect girl, oh fuck.” His arms curl under your thighs and he spreads you wider for his mouth so he can really torture you with his licking and gentle sucking and moaning and kissing. “Want to eat you out forever; shit, you’re the best.”

“Oh god Brendon, baby, yes, eat it!” Your head is pressed back against the couch armrest, and your hands are in his hair as his mouth moves faster and sloppier; he’s abandoned his refined technique since both of you know exactly what you need to get off right now. “Don’t stop,” you moan as his mouth moves over you, tongue licking in broad, wet, warm strokes while he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue using delicate little licks. “Oh fuck, Brendon don’t stop.” His lips are sliding over you; it actually feels like he’s making out with your pussy and, given the way he’s moaning, clutching your thighs, and rubbing against the couch, he’s loving it as much as you are. “Gonna make me come,” you manage, voice high and tight. “Gonna come, oh Jesus fucking Christ fuck me; Brendon, yes!” Your squeal of pleasure is ripped from you; you’re breathing hard, pulling at his hair, gasping and grinding as you praise him. “So fucking good, oh—oh fuck Brendon—making me come oh fuck baby the best you’re the best oh god yes yes yes now!”

“Holy fuck,” Brendon groans, licking at you eagerly. “Goddamn, you’re so sweet, Angel. Oh shit, come for me one more time, my love. Need more.” His fingers slide into you and curl insistently. “Once more, baby.” You moan as he rubs against your G-spot, and your entire body convulses.

“That’s my girl,” Brendon murmurs against you, tongue already moving and swiping over you tenderly. “My baby comes when she’s told. Damn, you’re such a good girl for me.” He scoots up and rests his head on your stomach, trying to catch his breath. “Sweet girl. Love you so much.”

“Oh god,” you whimper, reaching down and bending to the side to grope for his erection. “I fucking love you. Brendon, baby, I love you and I need you. Oh fuck, please, please, let me have you!” He nods and props himself up on one arm to move over you. You tangle a hand in his hair and pull his mouth, still slick with you, down to yours. “Fondue, baby, oh fuck, fondue.” Brendon pulls back and looks at you, obviously confused that you’re safe-wording now.

“If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to die. Save me.” You grin at him, and he groans, crushing his mouth to yours and sliding into you; you scratch and claw at his back as he goes deep.

“Fuck, Angel. I’ll always save you.” You both gasp as you clench around him; his eyes roll back at the feeling, and you’ve tangled your legs around him—your lips are parted in silent ecstasy as you both move together. “God fucking damn,” Brendon manages, trying to focus on your face. You whimper and nod, rocking upward to meet his hips. The movement makes the crown of his cock brush over your clit and you’re dizzy with lust; you can already feel your impending orgasm, and he’s close too if the breathless praise he’s murmuring is any indication.

“Ow!” Your yelp of pain is sudden; you’re both frozen, and then start laughing after the shock passes. “Your glasses, B.” You reach to one side to grab the frames that have fallen off his face from his frenetic movement. “Here you go.”

“Should I go put my contacts in?” Brendon is laughing too as he places his glasses back on his face. You scoff and wiggle backward so his erection slips from you; you roll onto your stomach before arching up onto your hands and knees. “Baby?” His voice is a little strained as he watches you settle onto the couch, making yourself comfortable while waiting for his cock.

“No. Keep them on. They make me so hot. You’ll just have to fuck me from behind so they don’t fall off.” You’re grinning at him over your shoulder, and he smiles as he shifts too and grips both of your hips. Abruptly, he comments how you won’t be able to see them on him though. “So? I’ll know they’re there,” you murmur, winking at him. “Fuck me, Urie.”

“Oh god,” Brendon groans as he thrusts forward. “Fuck, baby, you feel so—love getting you like this—miss your pretty face, but I love holding you and going hard like you love—oh shit, Angel, yes, so goo—fuck!” His voice breaks off in a strangled moan as you tighten around him again; you’ve got your face buried in your arms as you work hard to meet him thrust for thrust. “Gonna come,” he warns you.

“Come, Bren,” you pant, lifting your head and turning to meet his eyes as best you can. “Come in me. Come in your Angel.” He groans again, lurching forward to kiss over your neck. The edge of his glasses presses against your skin, and you can’t control the whimper that comes out of you. “Fuck, Brendon!” He nods, tongue teasing behind your ear as he presses himself flush against you, his chest to your back. “Baby, I’m—right there, I’m gonna—”

“Come,” Brendon gasps, biting down lightly. Your shriek fills the room, and he bites harder, which makes your hips spasm as your orgasm rips through you. “Oh fucking hell, Angel; I’m coming in you,” he grunts, lips grazing your neck. “Oh fuck! Yes, come on my cock, yes!” His fingers dig into your hips, and his once-smooth rhythm is gone as he convulses, gasping your name and filling you. The heat makes you quiver; you tighten around him instinctively, wanting more. One of Brendon’s hands leaves your hip and snakes down between your legs to tease your clit, and it’s an instant reaction.

“Yes yes yes yes yes!” Your entire body is shaking with exertion as you chant and fall apart under his touch. “Oh fuck, Brendon, yes, there, now, fuck!” Your voice is tight, and your eyes are clenched shut; you can feel his breath on your neck and his middle finger is still moving over your clit in gentle circles. “Brendon, fuck!”

“Yeah Angel, say my name,” Brendon groans, resting his head on your shoulder blade. “That’s a good girl.” You’re both breathing hard; you can feel his chest heaving against your back before he scoots back and out of you. You whine at the loss, turning to give him a pleading look as he collapses in a seated position on the couch. “Come here, my love,” he murmurs, patting his lap. You turn and curl into yourself, head resting in his lap. Lazily, you run a finger up and down his still half-hard cock; he shivers, and you grin up at him. “Angelbaby,” he says softly, stroking your hair. “Someone still has to be punished for misbehaving while I was streaming.” He takes a lock of your hair and twists it around his index finger, tugging affectionately. You smile up at him, wriggling closer to his erection so you can lick at the base of his cock, grinning when you feel him twitch at your touch. “Don’t think you can blow your way out of this,” Brendon says with a laugh, tugging at your hair again.

“Oh I know I can’t. I’m just offering.” You grin and wrap a hand around him, pumping slowly. “Think you can spank me while I blow you? I promise not to bite your dick.” You smirk up at him, squeezing the head of his cock and licking eagerly at the rest of his shaft. “I promise,” you repeat, eyes closed as you taste yourself on his cock.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Brendon says helplessly, raking his hand through your hair, eyes wide. “You’re so…”

“Sexy? Dirty? Good? Amazing? I’ll take any of those,” you tell him with a small smile. He laughs and massages your scalp as he tells you E, all of the above. “Good answer,” you murmur, shifting onto your hands and knees and swallowing him down for a brief instant before pulling back with an audible pop as you let his cock slip out of your lips. “How many spankings did I earn, sir?” You’re rocking back and forth, wiggling your hips in anticipation. “Angel was such a bad girl,” you purr, licking at the tip of his cock.

“She was,” Brendon agrees in a low voice, still stroking your hair lovingly. “How many does my bad girl think she’s earned?”

You pause to mull this over, stroking his cock idly as you think. “Well,” you muse. “Let’s consider what exactly I did. I teased you, certainly.”

“You did.”

“And it was public since you were streaming.”

“It was.”

“And I made you cut your stream short so I could get off on your thigh,” you point out. “Three things.”

Brendon nods, considering. His hand leaves your hair and starts rubbing gentle circles over your ass and the backs of your thighs. “I think twenty for the teasing,” he decides, and you nod, telling him that sounds fair. He grins down at you. “And another ten for the public factor.” He pauses for another moment. “And another ten for ending the stream.”

“Forty?” Your voice is small, and he nods. Using his free hand, he cups your face and raises it gently so you meet his eyes. He searches your face, concern evident.

“Angel, we don’t have to—please you know you do not have to—we can—I don’t expect you to always—”

“No,” you cut him off. “Forty is good. I’m okay.” He nods slowly, fingers stroking your face now tenderly. He’s your first partner you’ve trusted enough to confess your interest in spanking; forty is certainly the most you’ve ever earned, but he’s been so good and compassionate as you both explore this.

He was quick to tell you he’d never spanked anyone before, but if it’s what you wanted…the first night you tried was one that solidified your faith in and love for him—both of you giggling and moaning and touching and teasing throughout, both of you surprised at how much you both enjoyed it. Because of that, you have full faith he’ll take care of you, and you both know he’ll stop before you safeword if there’s even a hint of you being uncomfortable.

“Just…” you falter, trying to find the words. “Pace yourself,” you finally say, arching your back into his touch. “Maybe only do the last…ten at full force.”

“Of course, Angel. Whatever you want,” Brendon soothes, kissing you softly. “Don’t bite my dick.” You giggle and kiss him back, shaking your head.

“I promise. Will you be counting since my mouth will be full?”

“Yeah honey,” Brendon murmurs. “I’ll count. You just focus on my cock.” He shifts slightly and pats you gently, almost as a gentle warning. “You ready?” You nod and suck the head of his cock in between your lips. “Fuck,” he grunts, letting his hand make contact. “My Angel sucks my cock so good. That’s one.” His hand pulls back and lands again. “Two.” You suck him down deeper, relishing how his cock twitches in your mouth when he spanks you. “Oh fuck, yes!”

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You’re squealing around his cock, mouth tight and body rocking back and forth gently as Brendon reaches the final five. He’s at full force now as promised, and you’re so wet that it’s spread down your inner thighs. “Thirty-six,” Brendon groans, and you lurch forward under his hand. Your mouth tightens even more as your head moves to take him deeper. “Fuck, Angel, just the tip,” Brendon tells you in a tense voice. “Just the tip. That’s a good girl. Thirty—sev—oh fuck yes, such a good girl for me, sucking on my cock so nicely, shit baby, oh god, thirty-eight, yes yes yes love, thirty-nine, oh Jesus fucking Chr—shit!” Brendon is gasping as you suck hard, your hand clenching around the base of his cock and stroking upward urgently. You’ve been moaning and whining at each bit of contact, each time pushing you closer to the edge. “Gonna come with me?” Brendon groans, shifting slightly so the hand he’s been using to spank you is now between your legs and his other hand is angled, a bit awkwardly, to deliver the last swat. You nod as best you can with his cock in between your lips and he groans again, breath hitching. “Fuck, Angel. Jesus, okay, forty—holy sweet god in heaven yes!” Your own orgasm sends you reeling and you’re shrieking around his cock for the split second that he isn’t filling your mouth. His fingers slide into you and he curls them, doubling the intensity of your orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Brendon’s helpless chant fills your ears and you swallow eagerly before letting him slip from your mouth when he’s spent so you can let out your own squeals of pleasure.

“Brendon, baby, yes!” Your voice is hoarse and he immediately wraps an arm around you and flips you onto your back before settling between your legs, laying flat over you so your chests are together. “Holy shit,” you murmur after a moment, brushing your fingers over his face tenderly, lingering on the frame of his glasses almost in awe. “You’re…you’re incredible.” You bite your lip before you kiss him gently and he meets your embrace, lips moving over yours.

“No, you are, my love,” he counters when you part. “You’re something else entirely. I love you so much.” You repeat it back to him, letting your head rest on the throw pillows. He slumps over you, face in the crook of your neck. “Is it nap time, my love?”

“Hell yes,” you say with a laugh, running both of your hands through his hair as he nuzzles your shoulder. “I don’t think I could move an inch.” He smiles against your skin and makes a soft sound, agreeing with you. “Rest, baby,” you whisper to him, closing your eyes.

“You too, Angel,” he murmurs affectionately, turning his head to kiss your neck gently. “My good girl worked hard, taking those spankings and sucking my cock; she deserves a good nap.” You yawn, already half-asleep as he continues to praise you sleepily, so you’re not positive, but you think the last coherent thing he murmurs is, “god bless these glasses.”

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It had taken a grand total of five gurgling stomach noises, six “Ugh, I’m hungry” and about a thousand sighs for Pierre to understand that you, in fact, were famished. Not that your boyfriend was usually this ignorant when it came to your state (he actually never was, he was pretty perceptive in normal times and mindful to have you happy, fed and content) but he had been playing Warzone for what felt like forever and despite your constant signs throwing at him that you wanted him to put that damn controller down, he had been somewhat yelling into his headset for Charles to actually “do something, God dammit!”. 

Needless to say, you had heard Charles’ yells in your little living room more than the soft music you had been playing in hopes it’d drown the yelling, the gunshots and the helicopter blades whirring. You didn’t even comprehend where the fun was in throwing yourself in a game of war like those two kept doing. You had gladly accepted Pierre moved his console from his parents’ to your place because you didn’t want to prevent him from playing and having fun and you also weren’t against video games yourself, but you hadn’t expected it to turn your flat into a scene of battle. 

“Are you okay?” Pierre had finally asked after the uptenth sigh you had heaved. 

“I’m hungry,” You had moaned back.

“Well eat something,” Pierre had giggled.

“Pierre, it’s almost 10pm, I’ve been waiting for you for dinner,” You had explained.

“IT’S TEN PM?” Charles had yelled back.

“Hi Charles, yes, it’s past ten, even,” You had responded.

“Oh shoot, my girlfriend has been waiting for me too,” Charles had explained. “I think it’s time to call it quits, mate.”

“Tell her I said hi,” Pierre smiled fondly. “We’ll get back to this tomorrow?”

“Sure, if we’re both free and our poor girls aren’t too mad.”

“I’m never mad, Charles, I’m happy you guys are having fun, I’m just hungry.”

“She’s the best,” Pierre giggled. “See you soon mate,” He added, before turning the console off. “I’m sorry I lost track of time, do you want me to cook to make myself forgiven?” He smiled, his hands coming down on your thighs to drape your legs over his. 

“What do you have in mind?”

“What are you in the mood for?”

“Kinda am craving pasta right now.”

“How about fresh bolognese? And I’ll make my famous chocolate cake for dessert?”

“You would?” You lit up like a Christmas tree.

“I know how much you love it.”

“That chocolate cake is the best thing I’ve ever had,” You whined, closing your eyes and falling into his chest. “Don’t joke about that chocolate cake.”

“Do I ever lie to you?”

He never was. Of all the boyfriends you’ve had (not that you’d had that many), Pierre was the most honest, upfront guy you’ve ever got to date. It probably was because you were best friends before you ever became more, but he had no issue telling you the truth as it was, just like you didn’t wear gloves when the time of hard truths came. You would call him out on his ego sometimes and he would be blatantly honest when you’d be wearing a questionable outfit. It was never mean or rude, it was looking out for the best for each other and you loved that. 

Pierre took your hand and dragged your body back up. He pushed you to the kitchen and sat you on the counter next to where he was currently setting up everything he needed. He grabbed a carrot, an onion, the ground beef, a can of tomato pulp, salt, pepper, butter and everything else he needed before he opened a couple of cabinets to fetch a couple of pans, one for the sauce, one for the pasta. 

“So what are we gonna do first?” You asked.

“You always start with the sauce, because it takes a bit more time to cook,” He explained.

“You seemed to know a lot about this,” You teased him.

He smiled at the onion he was currently chopping, his eyes barely even watering which was a miracle but it seemed to be down to the fact that he had run his knife under water beforehand, something you didn’t even know. 

“When I moved to Italy, I was so completely lost at the beginning. Like, obviously you find the same type of products than here, but they do things differently and it was the first time I was really on my own and responsible for my meals.. So I took a few cooking classes with one of my neighbours. She was very helpful.”

“Oh you found yourself a nice lady in Italy, then?” You semi-joked, a bit of jealousy appearing in the pits of your stomach. 

“She was seventy and couldn’t stop gushing about her grandkids,” Pierre laughed. “You have nothing to worry about, mon amour.”

You felt so dumb that all you could do was lean your forehead on his shoulder and looked at what he was doing. Pierre started by putting the oil, butter and chopped onion in the pan that he had previously placed on the stove. He told you that you should always stick to the medium heat, because the higher one just had a tendency to burn everything, which made you smile because you had no idea Pierre knew this much about cooking. He left you in charge of the stirring while he was making sure the ground beef was correctly salted and peppered, before he crumbled it with a fork that he had fished in a drawer.

The fact that he knew exactly where to find everything was still making your heart swell, even though he had been somewhat living with you for almost six months now. 

He added the beef, told you to keep an eye open and to let him know when the meat wouldn’t be red anymore. After that, he did something you hadn’t expected and added milk to the preparation, which made you frown but he laughed, telling you that it was a secret he had learned from his neighbour and to trust him. So you did, especially when he uncorked a bottle of white wine, poured a quarter of it in your pan and grabbed two glasses for you to sip on while he took back the reins, or, more accurately, the wooden spoon. You did pour the tomato pulp, because he let you do it while he was filling the pot with water to cook the spaghetti and got another bowl to start on the chocolate cake while you were supervising the bolognese. 

The kitchen smelled deliciously good and the rumbling in your stomach truly kept getting louder and louder, only tamed by the sips of white wine you were getting and with the hand of Pierre rubbing gently your belly from behind you, before dropping a kiss on the crook of your shoulder. 

“It’s almost ready, I swear,” Pierre reassured you. “The cake will bake while we eat, it’ll still be warm for dessert, which I know is your favourite way of having it.”

“Do we have custard to go with it?” You enquired.

“I grabbed a brick at the grocery store. I knew you would ask for that cake and I knew you’d ask for custard with it,” Pierre tenderly confirmed.

“You know me so well,” You kissed him, lovingly.

“After all these years? I sure hope so. I’ve known you since we were five, mon amour!”

“And? You could have not paid attention,” You shrugged.

“Me? Not paying attention to you? That would have been worrying,” He scoffed. “I still remember that your favourite pen in primary school was a pink one with a little cat at the top of it.”

You giggled at his confession, still admirative that you weren’t the only one collecting details about him that you had carefully tucked in a corner of your memory. You knew everything there was to know about Pierre and he knew everything there was to know about you. You were each other’s guardian of everything that made yourselves you. 

“It’s funny how vocal you were and how you taught me to make that bolognese, but not the chocolate cake,” You remarked.

“That’s because one, the bolognese isn’t rightly made, it should stew for like three hours but you’re hungry so we’re doing a crash version of it, and two, I’m afraid you love that cake more than me, so it I teach you how to make it, I’ll be useless,” Pierre joked.

“You’re an idiot,” You giggled.

“Maybe, but I’m your idiot, so it’s your problem, really,” He shrugged, amused.

He was. He was your idiot and that truly made you so happy, it was ridiculous. You couldn’t remember the last time you thought you truly belonged to someone, someone that wasn’t Pierre already because he was your best friend and you were his and that’s what mattered the most. But to know that you could leave your heart into his hands, appreciating the fact that you didn’t have to fear anything because he would protect it fiercely? That was more than words could describe. 

Dating Pierre wasn’t easy every day. When it wasn’t the loneliness, the tears at every goodbye or the frustration that sometimes made him hurtful without realising, your insecurities kept telling you that you always were on the verge of being replaced by someone who would be thinner, prettier, more available, someone who would let him in charge and would accept to be dependent on him, so he’d never be alone. 

But when it came to the solar boy in your kitchen, baking your favourite cake just because he wanted to make you happy, you knew you were safe and cherished for years to come.

Or maybe even for infinity.

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This is a whole lot longer than one last line heh...and comes from about four chapters down the line because the current chapter is just going nowhere right now:

John reclined back into the passenger’s seat, staring at her, focused on her neck and the two red lines that circled it, not to mention all the bruises and bite marks along her collarbone and neck.

Her ears were burning, that sixth sense that told her someone was paying attention to her. She tried to ignore it as she kept her eyes on the road, but his bright blue eyes just leered harder. 

“What?” she snapped.

Smiling to himself, ear to ear and slick with slime, John had that cheshire cat grin about him again.  “Tell me Kathleen, was the collar your idea or my brother’s?”

Kit glared at him from her periphery, focusing on driving rather than the annoyance that sat beside her. “What are you on about?”

“If I’d known all it would take to get you to join us was to put one on you I would have done so from the start.”

Kit stretched her neck absentmindedly from side to side, as if she could feel the muscles tensing on their own.

Leaning over the middle console, he stroked the side of her neck. “Apparently it's been sitting tight on you, rubbing you raw.”

“Fuck off, John.” She said, slapping his hand away.

He sat back in his seat once more, a smug grin making his eyes sparkle with so much joy. “A kinky little thing, aren’t you? Hardly following the laws of the Father while up in the mountains, hmm?”

She rolled her eyes, her thumb tapping against the wheel as her shoulders started to hunch like an alley cat about to fight. “Oh yeah, because you’re so innocent. You were really living that humble lifestyle with the cars, the planes and the mansion.”

He ignored her comeback, repositioning his sunglasses on top of his head, pushing back slicked black hair. “I’m surprised Jacob is keeping you as his pet, he never took me for much of a cat person.”

“And you are?” Her eyes slid sideways to look at him with a sneer. “Somehow I imagine you’d be the type to catch them and skin them, considering the art projects I saw in your bunker. You know they say that that kind of behavior starts young, and it's a good sign of being a –”

“I’m sure you’d know well, Kathleen. How many spiders did you pull the legs off of just to see them twitch and slowly die?”

Kit spun the wheel, turning the truck to the side of the road abruptly. Ripping back on the emergency brake, the truck stopped with a screech. Whipping round to face John in her seat, pale blue eyes glared at him, rage barely contained. 

“Whatever the fuck you think it is you’re doing, it needs to stop. I am not yours, I was never going to be yours, and your delusional fucking wedding where you carved into me doesn't make us a thing.”

He sat forward in his seat, his brow furrowed, eye twitching as he pulled on the front of his jacket, straightening it. “You kissed me back!”

“Yeah, I did. So fucking what, John? I’ve lived to regret it. I’m Jacob’s, nothing is changing that.” She said, pointing her finger into John’s chest. “You and I are a lot alike, in the worst ways. Seven years trapped in a bunker together? We wouldn’t make it seven days. Either one or both of us would be dead, and on both occasions it would be you first.”

He scoffed, a roll of his eyes telling her he didn’t believe it. “Please Kathleen, you’re not so dangerous. I know how a mind like yours works, I’m sure I could have you purr -”

Her hand gripped around his throat, short nails digging into the skin until it bled, and two pale eyes staring into his very soul. “I swear to God, John, I will end your fucking life. Right here, right now. For real this time.”

“And just how would you explain that to Joseph? You think Jacob would forgive you for harming me?”

The muscles in her face twitched as she bit back on the need to hurt him.

"Clearly you haven't given up on your sin yet. Your soul is not yet clean. Even if you are set to be our Lion. You're still no better than the wild animals my brother likes to keep in cages."

Kit rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away. "I can't give up on my wrath yet. There's still a war going on and just because I've switched sides doesn't mean I stop being a soldier."

#wip wednesday #(yeah sure i'll put it in that tag #wip last line #american beasts #that's right john's back in kit's life and he's absolutely making it her problem #i just love putting two wet feral cats in a bag together and watching them claw at each other

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𝕳𝖊'𝖘 𝕬𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 (He's Already Dead)

Pt 2

G/NReader x Poly!Lost Boys

Okay. So here’s part 2. There will be a part 3 and if there will be anymore, I’ll say so when I post the next part.

TW: Vague mentions of abuse, that pretty much it. Mostly fluff.

It’s been a few days since our little altercation with the asshole on the boardwalk and things were back to normal. Well, except the fact that I was finding it harder and harder to try and ignore my feelings for the boys. I mean, how could these four incredibly attractive and amazing guys ever feel the same way for me? My insecurities and low self esteem from years of verbal and sometimes physical abuse, have made me feel like I’ll never be good enough for anyone. What if I tell them how I feel and they say they don’t feel the same? What if they laugh? What if, by telling them my true feelings, I completely ruin the best thing that has ever happened to me? I was so lost in my own spiralling thoughts that I didn’t even realise Dwayne was standing I front on me, trying to get my attention. “You with us y/n?” He asked softly, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Hmm? Oh. Uhh, yeah. Sorry. I was just lost in thought.” I told him. Not meeting his gaze. “Mind sharing with the group?” David asked, raising a brow in question. I looked at him for a second, then looked away, shaking my head. “It’s nothing. Nothing important.” I tell them. By now, they are all watching me. Looking for any sign of what could be wrong. “Aw, come on babe. You can tell us.” Marko said with a smile. “Yeah. Especially if it’s a sexy thought.” Paul added, wiggling his eyebrows at me.  That promptly earned him a smack to the back of his head and a glare from Dwayne. I sighed. They weren’t going to let this go until I fessed up. “Look. I don’t want to talk about it here, okay. Can we go somewhere more private?” I asked. David nodded and signalled for everyone to get on their bikes to leave. I went to get on the back of Dwayne’s bike, but David stopped me. “You’re riding with me.” He said. I looked at him, then made my way over to his bike and got on. We rode away from the boardwalk and to a secluded part of the beach.

The whole way, I was trying to figure out how I was going to tell them. Do I just come out with it? Like, hey guys. I know you won’t feel the same way, but I’m in love with you. All four of you….. God. How would that even work? Before I could think too hard on it, we had stopped. The boys turned off their bikes and got off. David helped me off of his bike and looked at me. “So. Care to tell us what’s got you so distracted tonight y/n?” David asked. The others now watching me too. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and went for the straight forward option. “I’m in love with you guys. Look. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I needed to tell you all how I feel. I also know I’ve probably just ruined our friendship by saying this bu-“ my rambling confession was cut off by Paul and Marko almost tackling me with a hug. “We love you too sugar!” Paul said. “Yeah, we’ve loved you since we first saw you babe.” Marko added. I stood there in shock. My silence made them pull back from the hug and look at me. “You okay there?” Marko asked slowly. I blinked a few times and slightly shook my head. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” I told them. “You don’t look fine.” Dwayne said with a slightly worried look on his face. “Sorry, it’s just.” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “I honestly didn’t expect you guys to return my feelings.” I told them truthfully. “Now, why would you think that?” David said as he took a step closer to me, reaching to hold my chin with his gloved hand. “I don’t know. I just. I didn’t think I was good enough.” I said. Dwayne came to stand next to me and ran his hand through my hair, before letting it rest on my neck. “You’re more than good enough y/n. If anything, you’re TOO good for US.” He said softly. We all stood there quietly for a few moments until Paul broke the silence. “So….. does this mean you’re ours now?” He asked hopefully.  I smiled and looked at him. “Yeah. Well, at least I hope it does.” I said. “You were ours from the first night we saw you.” David said, leaning in closer to my face. “And we are yours. Forever.” He finished. “We will always be yours. We will always protect you. We love you prince/ss.” Dwayne added. “I love you guys too.” I told them. 

I can’t believe that they feel the same way. I can’t believe that they’ve felt this way the whole time. “How come you guys never said anything before?” I asked. “We wanted you to come to us. For it to be your decision.” Marko replied. “Okay well, next time, please just tell me.” I said with a laugh. Man. We could have avoided so much and been together this whole time. I mean I guess I could have said something sooner. “YOU could have told US sooner too babe.” Marko responded with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah.” I said, waving my hand. 

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“So…. Does this mean we can make out now?” Paul asked with a grin. 

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