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cxrsed-angel · 1 year

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Girls Not Out | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

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summary: joel takes care of you after your first girls night out

warnings: mentions of sex but isn’t actually, drinking, age gap, (joel is in his late 50s, reader is in her 20s), mentions of puking

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“Joel I think your girl had a few drinks too many,” Tommy laughs taking a sip of his drink before walking away. joel says silent prayer hoping you werent making too much of a fool of yourself.

He knew you had a hard time adjusting to jackson, used to surviving not living, when you told him about a group of girls your age inviting you out to go drinking with them be encouraged it, and tagged along since you were nervous, he expected you to makes some new friends but he didn’t expect those friends to get you drunk of your ass.

He sighs and sets his drink down, and turns around to see you on top of one of the tipsy bison’s tables, dancing with one of the girls, grinding your hips against hers, the short dress one of the girls gave you, riding up your thigh as you moved your hips, his jaw clenching when hears a few of the younger guys that were watching whistle at you.

“For fucks sake.” he mutters as he approaches the table.

“Hi ladies, hey sweetheart I think its time to go.” he holds his hands out to you, but you stay on the table, refusing.

“Noo Im having fun, I haven't had fun in forever and Im making friends look.” you gesture to the girls, and they wave as your words slurred. continuing dancing on the top. Joel lets outs a tired sigh, hoping you don't fall off and hurt yourself.

“Can you refill it please.” you beg, pouting and giving him your best puppy dog eyes handing him your empty glass. he’s about to refuse when Tommy comes over, he pats Joel’s shoulder.

“That’s what happens when you’re dating a younger girl huh she has to much energy for you.” he jokes as he watches you still dancing and taking a sip of your friend's drink.

“ Fuck off, Tommy. C’mon you've had enough darling can you please get down.” he asks again but you refuse again moving away from him as he tried to gently pull you down you lose your balance in the hells you had spent all week learning how to walk in, a foot slips off the table, luckily Joel catches you before you could hit the hardwood.

“You okay?” he asks but you're not paying attention. You're focusing on Joel's brown eyes and how they shine in fairy lights strung long the wall. You silently admire him for a few minutes. Not realizing he was speaking to you. “You with me sweetheart?”

“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are” you sloppily run your hand up his chest clumsily, trying to be sexy.

Joel lets out a small chuckle at the state you were in. “Yes baby you have, come on let’s get you home ” he lightly grabs your arm helping you with your footing, one of the girls, just as drunk as you if not more comes up to you.

“This is joel? you’re right he is hot, you’re so lucky.” you smile and slip out of Joel’s hand taking the opportunity to gush about him more.

“I know he’s so hot, you should hear him when he’s pissed. His southern accent gets stronger it’s so sexy, it makes me so we—“Joel cuts you off before you could finish your sentence, blushing a bit.

“Okay! baby it’s time to go.” you wave to your new friends as joel leads you to the front. He finally thinks he managed to get you out of there one of the younger guys watching you dance blocks the door

“Hey you looked good dancing up there what’s your name.” Joel’s grip on you tightens, he’s about to tell him to fuck off, but you beat him to it

“Ew, no i have a boyfriend” he looks at Joel hand on your waist and scoffs.

“Who? not this old fuck, come on I bet the old man can’t even get it up anymore don’t you wanna someone who could go all night doll .” before you could come up with a response Joel fist collides into his nose, you could tell its bad when it starts bleeding, probably breaking his nose.

You hear gasps from everyone in the bar; but before anyone can do anything, Joel is already leading you out the door walking you home.

After many stumbles and you puke up all the alcohol in your system. Joel finally makes it home into your shared room. He sits on the bed next to you and rubs your back, as you lay down on the bed staring at him.

“Joel youre so hot”

He lets out a laugh “you’ve said before baby” he tries to get up from the bed, but you hold onto his hand, making him stay next to you

“No don’t leave please” you start tearing up at the thought of him not being next to you.

Joel frowns not understanding why you were crying “I’m not going anywhere just gonna get you a change of clothes and some food, maybe a bucket or something.” he tries to explain, but you cling onto him, crying a bit harder.

“No Joel please don’t leave me.” Joel’s caught off guard by your bawling and sits back on the bed.

“Okay Im not going anywhere Im right here just go to sleep baby.” he lays next to you but sees you still sniffing and crying.

“Sweetheart why are you crying,” he asks, full of concern, worried someone did something or hurt you. his worries only grow when you shake your head and refuse to tell him. “C’mon baby it’s okay you can tell me.”

You take a deep breath wiping your tears and face him “They’re gonna kick me out.” You cry out, Joel’s face frowning confused

“Who baby?”

“They! Everyone. Jackson, Maria. I fucking don’t know who does it specifically! ” Joel looks at you, trying to piece together what you’re saying.

“Why would they kick you out?.”

You stop cry a little and sit up, “This morning at breakfast I put my dirty plate in the wrong place I put it with the bowls Joel, the bowls! I was gonna fix it but then the girls started talking to me and lead me out talking about girls night out and what time to meet and I didn’t get chance to go back.” Joel stared at you with wide eyes at your babbled confession, he tried to hold in his laughter not wanting to upset you more.

“Baby they ain’t gonna kick you out because of that okay I promise.” you look at him sniffling,

“Really?” Joel nodded reassuring you

“Yea it was just an accident, sweet girl it didn’t hurt anybody, I doubt they even noticed.”

You stop crying and lay down cuddling against him, “ok, but if they kick me you out I’m telling you I told you so.” Joel smiles laughing a little as you closed your eyes slowly falling asleep.

Joel relaxes as you calm down. He thinks about it and realizes he’s never seen you drunk, he’s seen you drink here and there but never enough to let your guard know, not like this. It makes me happy that he had found a place for you and Ellie, that was safe, and you could relax, He knew that the both of you had been through so much and were forced to grow up fast. It was times like this when he remembers just how young you were, still in your twenties.

He rubs your head on his shoulder, lying down; he thinks about how he would take care of you every day if it gave you a chance to have a somewhat normal young adulthood. He closes his eyes to sleep, and it’s quiet for a few minutes until he heard your voice again.

“Joel. I think I need to throw up.” Joel laughs a little before sitting up to help you.

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Bonus: Joel woke up early to go to the dining hall hoping to grab some of your favorite breakfast foods, he was placing the food in a to go container when he hears a group of whispering behind him.

“god he’s so hot,” he turns around and sees the group of girls you were with last night; he sees them looking fresh and awake and wonders how they weren’t hungover. he turns back and continues getting your food but they continue whispering.

“aww he’s getting her hangover food, I wish I had a sexy older man taking care of me.”

Joel shakes his head but continued ignoring them, moving over to get some coffee.

“I know I bet he fucks her so good.” Joel eyes widen at the comment and spills the hot coffee on the table and a little on his hand, cursing under his breath. he starts cleaning up when Tommy walks over, making joel jump slightly as he playfully slaps his shoulder.

“Jesus Joel why are you so jumpy just came to check on your girl.” Joel relaxes and continues filling up the coffee cups.

“It's - Im fine, she’s fine I actually need to go check on her now.” he answers quickly, trying to leave the dining hall before he hears anymore of their conversations but not fast enough.

“No, he’s definitely the #1 DILF here. Do you see him?”

“We don’t even know if he has kids. ”

“He doesn’t have to have kids to be a daddy.”

Tommy and Joel overhear their conversation as the girls walk by, Joel feels his face starts getting red, wondering how much you told them last night.

“Were-are they talking about you?” Tommy asks but Joel just shakes his head and heads towards the door.

“I gotta check on her, know she’s gonna a bad hangover. I'll see you later Tommy” he says as he leaves out the door, hoping to forget that whole situation ever happened.

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cheriematt · 2 months

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 — 𝒎. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

synopsis — y/n gets car troubles in the parking lot of a book store and matt offers her a ride on his bike content warnings — use of 'y/n' , biker!matt , pet name (sweetheart) wc — 1357

Y/n joyfully walked Barnes & Noble, carefully reading the backs of books, selecting ones she would like to purchase. Her headphones filled with her favorite songs, filling her more joy.

As she was reading the back of a dark romance book when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. Y/n removes her headphones, slinging them around her neck, her brows furrow as she looks at the man in front of her.

He lowered his arm, “Hey, I just wondering if you could direct me towards the, uh, journals?” The girl smiles warmly, setting the book down on the shelf before turning back to him, “Of course!” Y/n begins to weave through the different aisles of books, finally stopping at the stationary section, which was more of a space for anything that isn’t a book.

“Here you go, hope you find what you need.” She smiles once more, turning around on her heel, going back to the section she was previously in. Y/n continues to scan through books, finding a few more before deciding to stop herself. As she browsed the book store, she couldn’t help but thinking about the boy she’d encounted not too long ago.

As she walked to the cash register, she couldn’t help but purposely walk past the journal section, hoping she’ll see him. Y/n frowned when the brunette boy was no where to be found, she shook it off, knowing that her actions were pointless and her getting worked up over it was ridiculous.

The girl paid for her books, walking out into the parking lot. As she stalked closer to her car, she grabbed her keys out from her purse. Unlocking the black vehicle, she opened the door and sat herself in the driver’s seat. She sat her paper bag filled with books in the passenger seat, proceeding to close the driver’s side door.

Y/n retrieved the keys that she had temporarly discarded to the cup holder, fiddling with the ring before landing on her car key. She inserted the key into it’s slot, when she turned the key to start the vehicle, nothing happened. Her brows furrowed as panic flooded through her body, the girl tried once more, but got the same disapointing result.

She got out of the car, popping the hood. Y/n looked around the guts of the car, she knew nothing about cars but still looked to see if anything looked out the ordinary. As she blindly looked around the car’s mechanics, a voice appeared behind her.

“You alright?” Y/n nearly jumped out of her skin, quickly turning around to face the voice. Of course, it was him. The beautiful boy from the book store, “I— Um, yeah.” The brunette smirked, his head cocking to the side as he watched the girl try to form a audible sentence.

“Car troubles, sweetheart?” Her throat bobbed before she nodded, “I’ll be honest, I’m not too knowledgeable on cars, but if you need a ride..” Y/n’s brows furrowed, “Accepting rides from strangers is ‘How to Die: 101’.” The boy laughed, shaking his head playfully.

“Smart girl,” he responded. “I don’t even know your name, you don’t even know mine.” The boy couldn’t help the smile appearing on his face, “Well, that’s not a hard thing to learn, sweetheart.” Y/n’s cheeks redden, she looks down to the asphalt than up to the man. “Are you gonna keep calling me that?” He nods, “Til you tell me to stop.” She smiles, leaning against the car.

“It’s Matt,” he states abruptly. “What— Oh, yeah. I’m Y/n.” Matt simply nods, looking around at the dark setting. “Well, I think we’ve met your requirements—knowing each other’s names and all—so are you now willing to accept my offer?” The girl frowns, knowing that saying yes isn’t smart, but it’s just as dangerous as getting into an Uber.

Y/n bites the inside of her cheek, “What about the car?” She looks at the currently useless vehicle, then to Matt. “I can get it towed,” he suggested. “I’ll get it towed,” she corrected. Matt nodded, a small smirk apparent on his face. “C’mon, get your stuff.” The girl looked at him in confusion, “I—” He turns back to her, “I have a place for you to put your things, c’mon sweetheart.” Y/n sighed in defeat, proceeding to grab her things.

Once she’s gathered her small collection of personal items, she begins to follow Matt through the parking lot, the street lights illuminating the contours of his beautifully sculpted face.

They soon arrive at Matt’s motorcycle, Y/n freezes in her tracks. “Matt,” she whispers timidly. He turns around immediately, “Yeah, sweetheart?” The girl looked from the bike to him, “I’ve never backpacked before,” The boy smirked, “Well you’ve seem to got the lingo down,” Y/n scowls at him, “It’s not funny, Matt.” The grin was quickly erased from Matt’s face, “It’s not that bad, sweetheart. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, just lean when I lean and you’ll be good. Okay?” She bites her lip nervously, “Matt, I’m scared.” This made Matt frown, he didn’t want her to be scared, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I won’t let you get hurt, okay?” He placed his slender hands on her arms, trying to offer her comfort.

“O—Okay.” Matt rubs her shoulder soothingly, slowly walking her closer to the bike. He sets her things in the pouch he had on the side of the vehicle. Y/n stood by the side as Matt got onto his seat, “You’re up, sweetheart.” She swallows nervously, nodding her head as she walked closer to the bike. The girl did as Matt instructed, putting her right foot on the peg before slinging her left leg over. The boy grabbed his spare helmet, sliding over her head.

“Good job, baby. You did great, now where am I dropping you off?” She told him her address, waiting for him to pull directions before they set off. Y/n held her breath as he started to drive, clinging onto him for dear life. At their first red light, he informed her that she was okay. “I’m just scared, Matt.” The boy smiles, though she couldn’t she it through the helmet.

“Green,” Y/n commented simply. His head whipped around, quickly removing his left foot from the ground to continue their journey to her house.

Y/n rested her head against his back, closing her eyes and trying to not let her nerves get to her. His body warmth comforted her slightly, she shivered at the frigid air, cursing herself internally for not putting on more layers.

Matt felt this action, at the next red light, he lifted his helmet shield, “You cold, sweetheart?” She nodded, her teeth clashing against each other as a reaction to the bitter weather. “You want my jacket?” Y/n shook her head, lifting her shield as well. “I don’t want you to be cold,” she pointed out. He quickly shook his head, “I have a sweater under this, I’ll be fine, sweetheart.” The girl sighed and Matt knew she had given in, “Fine, but hurry because this light is gonna turn soon.” He smirked and quickly removed his jacket and gave it to her. Y/n slid her arms into the sleeves and wrapped her arms back around Matt.

They continued to her house, about five minutes later they arrived in front of her home. Matt stopped the vehicle and put up the kickstand, “Here we are,” he removed his helmet, shaking out his hair. Y/n took hers off as well handing it to him, grabbing her things out of his pouch.

“Should I pick you up tomorrow, to get your car?” She nodded, “That would be great, but don’t feel like you have to,” He smirked, “I’ll be here at noon.” The girl blushed and nodded, getting off of the bike.

“I’ll see you tommorrow then,” she smiled before walking over to her house. Y/n looked back and Matt was sat on his bike, watching her. The girl walked in and then looked out the window, watching him drive away.

Y/n smiled the rest of the night, she had never been more excited for the next day.

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thatoddgent · 10 months

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💫🌸🐸helloooooooo could I request some ghoul reader who is scared of the thunder and lightning? Some fluff comfort of the ghouls, each ghoul finding them cowering in fear and how each one’s reacts and what they do? Ghoul reader is newly summons and they are still sensitive to it and it’s There first storm?!

Thanks!

Calm In the Storm (Nameless Ghoul[ettes] x Gn! Ghoul Reader)

A/N: Finally feeling better, so time to get this out, thank you so much for requesting and even more for waiting. I really appreciate the love I've gotten on my work so far, and it's people like you that give me this outlet and the ability to share my work. I went with the approach of setting the scene and then splitting the scenario, I hope you like it! :)

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: None! Pure comfort, unless you count mentions of overstimulation, or fear of storms.

The room was so quiet, but so loud, your head was so full but there was nothing all at once. A new life, surrounded by people you don't know, the looks and the sounds that greeted you, it was all too much.

Just a few hours earlier, you were surrounded by strangers, the stinging chill that filled your lungs being ripped from you in the commotion. They had summoned many before you, but how were you to know the pain you would feel by being called upon, by being created?

They had escorted you to the ghouls den, tossing you into a room that was set up in preparation for your arrival, but they didn't quit care enough to prepare you for this new life along with it. New sights, new smells, new feelings, they came in waves that washed over you harshly and now you felt stranded.

The cold stone walls, meant to shut out the outside world, trapped it and its noise inside with you, drilling it into your already aching head. It pounded at your skull, and the sharp night air pricked at your nose, which had also shared the abuse of your senses. Tears were stinging the corners of your eyes, and your heart yearned for something that wasn't there, and there was no denying that you were scared out of your mind.

A strange smell began to take over, the earth outside and the stone of thee building mixed together almost beautifully, almost blessing you with some sense of comfort. But, naive as you were, so young and so new, had no idea what the smell of rain meant. A small rumbling caused your ears to perk up, followed by the soft drip of rain on the ground.

You pried yourself up from the floor you were curled up on, moving the curtain hanging on the window just a tad, and looked out to the night sky. The glass began to wet, droplets gliding down the surface and pooling at the base of it, even if you were a bit on edge you couldn't help but be curious. Your eyes continued looking outside, and you swear you caught a glimpse of light in the distance, just for a moment.

Another rumble rang through your ears, followed by a loud crashing sound. It bellowed against the walls and you could almost feel the ground beneath you shaking, your body immediately falling to the floor. You wrapped your arms around your head, trying to block out the noise, but the only thing you were met with was the growing wet sensation on your cheeks. The sobs were soft at first, but they slowly grew until you felt like you couldn't breath, and soon you were left a shaking pile on the floor.

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Cumulus

As soon as the rain began, she started making her way to your room. Being the more nurturing one of the bunch, she always tried to look out for any of the new summons and ensure they were safe. She knew all too well what it was like, and for you to be the poor soul that was welcomed into the world with a storm this heavy, she was sure you weren't doing too good.

The closer she got to your door, the stronger your scent became, sopping with a feeling of despair and fear. Her pace quickened from a walk into a run, and she couldn't help but to open the door as soon as she got there.

Her head peeked around the wood door, searching for you in the room, and that's when she saw you huddled up on the floor at the end of the bed, so caught up in your panic you didn't notice she was even there.

She stepped in quietly, walking deeper into the room until she was a few feet away from you. Not wanting to scare you anymore, she knelt down on the floor, letting one of her hands reach out and press down on the floor in front of you.

You barely saw it from under your arms, but your head snapped up and your body flinched, not knowing who on earth could be in front of you.

Your gaze met hers, and through your blurred vision you began to make out her features. She had kind eyes, and the look on her face was worried. She was like you as well, sharp horns emerged from the top of her head.

"It's alright sugar, I know it's scary outside but you're gonna be just fine."

Her voice was smooth and comforting, it put you a little at ease. The hand that she had on the floor moved closer as she reached out for one of your own.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, honest."

You had no reason to trust her, but the first person to treat you with such kindness, you had a gut feeling that you could, so you rested you hand in her own and let her stand you up. She led you to your bed and sat you down, finding a seat just next to you.

"You know," Her voice was soft. "I always loved the rain, me and my daddy use to sit out on our porch and watch it fall, he would tell me the thunder was my mama saying hello."

A glimmer of sadness flashed in her eyes, and you wondered why she was sharing such a personal memory with you.

"I'm named after them, the clouds that grow all big and make it rain. I like to think of it as my way of telling my daddy I'm okay, 'course he probably thinks I'm up in heaven or something."

Your muscles relaxed and your head fell to rest on her shoulder, and she let out a sweet chuckle in response.

"How about you close those little eyes of your and listen in, focus on the sounds."

You obliged, your eyes drifting shut while you focused on the rhythmic pitter patter of drops on stone. You grew tired and you started to relax in Cumulus' touch, letting her hold you while you started drifting to sleep.

"Whenever it rains, you just think of me, I'll keep you good and safe."

A gentle rumble interrupted her, and she laughed again before laying the both of you down.

"And mama will too."

Cirrus

She was never a fan of storms either, pacing the halls trying to calm herself down, walks at night always did a good job at cooling her nerves. No one else was supposed to be awake, but she could hear, and smell, the lone soul who resided in the room at the end of the hall.

She was headed there anyways, and she couldn't just leave someone to fight those emotions on their own, that's when she saw that the room belonged to you, the newest ghoul in the ministry.

She opened the door hastily and made her way in front of you, in a bit of a panic to make sure you were alright.

"Hey hey, it's okay, can you talk?"

Your head snapped up to see who it is, but with the emotions spilling out of you, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You tried to choke out a few words, but the attempt was beyond feeble as another sob erupted from you.

"Poor thing... You stay right here for me okay?"

She stood from in front of you and rushed out of the room, she seemed to be on a mission because she barged through the halls in a direct path to what she needed.

When she returned to the room, she had a few things in her hands, and as she made her way back over to you a few murmurs were heard from under her breath.

"First day here and they couldn't even make sure you're okay? What a shithole."

She sat back down in front of you and laid the things in her hands on the floor. She obviously had no way on knowing what you like, so she brought a small variety of things to give to you to ease the stress. She picked up a set of headphones and placed it on your head, careful not to startle you too much.

The noise outside became nothing but a soft whisper, and your ears could finally rest without the constant assault of noise.

Cirrus offered you a smile, and you finally calmed down enough to get a good look at her. She spoke gently, you assume she probably had experience with stuff like this, but it was comforting for a stranger to care like this for you.

"That's better, huh? I hate this weather, I can only imagine how scared you must be..."

Your voice was still lost somewhere in the mess of feelings, but you found it in you to nod in response.

"You're probably a little too startled to sleep, so I brought a few things to keep you busy, and I can stay with you if you'd want."

Her hands gestured to the pile of items she brought, a book, notepad and a small handheld console waited for you. She didn't have a lot of time to pick stuff out, but she tried her best to hit all the bases for things you might want to distract yourself with.

You carefully picked your item and held it close, and Cirrus carefully guided you onto your bed. You two didn't talk much, but the silence was comforting, and needed, it gave both of you a chance to relax and focus on keeping calm. She stayed beside you for hours, until you finally found yourself drifting to sleep.

Her eyes rested on you for a while, making sure you were comfortable and didn’t startle in your sleep. In that moment you were her main priority, of course sleep does come for us all in due time, and she dozed off eventually, laying beside you under the covers.

Stratus

She loved to stay up and listen to the rain, even if it meant that she didn't get enough sleep that night, it just always fascinated her.

There was something different tonight though, along with the smell of petrichor that seeped in through the windows, a new scent made its way to her nose, one she couldn't quite place.

Being the curious little thing she was, she decided to sneak out of her bedroom and try to find the source, puzzling on what it could be, and as she made her way through the halls the smell grew stronger and stronger until she was face to face with your door.

Her eyes flickered to the tag on the door, a name she didn't recognize, paired with the smell, it didn't sit right with her. A hand made its way to meet with the old wooden door, given it a soft knock. She waited anxiously for a respond but heard nothing, but just as she was about to come to terms with the fact she seemingly wouldn't find an answer, she heard it, or rather, you.

It was so quiet and frail, she thought she might have made it up, but a small voice behind the door spoke a single word.

"Please." You muttered, fighting through your sobs and shallow breaths.

A pit formed in her stomach and she opened the door, trying to find the source of such a sad plea. You were already looking towards the door, and when your eyes met hers she almost teared up at the sight of you.

"What's got such a thing like you shaken up?"

Her voice was spilling with worry, and her body practically flew towards you. Though, before she could press you any further, another bout of thunder echoed in the distance, and the way your body jumped gave her the answer she was looking for.

She took your hands in her own, squeezing them lightly, her mind stumbling while she looked for an answer, anything that could help you calm down a bit.

"Would you like to see something special?"

The question did peak your interest, but you were still skeptical at such an offer, and from someone you didn't know, though you guess you didn't exactly know anyone here. You nodded your head weakly while you tried to slow your breathing a bit, Stratus massaging the palms of your hands while you did so.

When you were calmed down enough to stand, she helped you to your feet, wiping a few stray tears on the way up.

"There ya go! You just follow me, I promise, you're gonna love this."

You could almost feel a smile cracking at your face, the warmth she radiated was contagious. Your steps followed quietly behind hers, as you two made your way through a series of halls and stairs, all the way until you were met with a tall spiral staircase that lead to hell knows where. She assured you that it wouldn't be much longer, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit exhausted by now, be it from the crying or the walking. The both of you made your way up the steps, and as she opened a raggedy old door, you were met with a breathtaking sight.

There you stood, on the bell tower of the chapel, gazing out across the night sky. The rain cascaded beautifully across the horizon, and you finally got a look at the abbey grounds in its entirety. You could see so much from there, from the blooming gardens to a long, winding road that made its way to town, it almost completely distracted you from your prior fear.

"It's crazy, right? I see this old place every day, but whenever I come up here it's like the first time all over again."

She stands next to you, her small frame leaning over the balcony rail, taking in every sight and smell she can.

"You know," Her gaze turns to you. "You're kinda like me. I was scared when I was first summoned, I never knew what to expect."

You listened, curious to see where she was going with this.

"You're not alone is what I mean. This is your home now, and were gonna make sure that you feel safe."

Your eyes began to sting with new tears, though the smile that faded onto your lips let her know that you weren't scared anymore. You scooted closer into her, carefully wrapping your arms around her frame, and she did the same, holding you in the most loving hug.

"Thank you." You spoke softly, finally letting her hear your voice.

You could practically hear the smile on her face when she responded.

"You don't need to, we're family now."

Aether

Slow, heavy steps made their way down the hall. Aether had spent the day running around in preparation for the summoning, seeing as he was the biggest of some of the ghouls, they didn’t question having him do any of the heavy lifting of equipment. He enjoyed helping, and would be lying if he said he didn’t like having people rely on him, but he didn’t love the strain it put on his back some days.

He was just happy it was done with, and he could finally get a chance to relax in his room, but on his way he got the idea to check up on you. He knew sometimes new summons had a difficult time adjusting, not to mention that on occasion they brought no memories with them, so he was prepared to protect himself if need be.

A loud rumble erupted through the building, and with it, the smell of absolute dread. Aether’s face dropped and he picked up his pace, following the smell to your bedroom. He placed a few firm knocks on the door before opening it, letting you know someone was there. A frown spread across his face when he saw you.

Body shaking, you looked up at him, eyes screaming for some kind of help in the way you couldn’t muster up in words. He walked over slowly, kneeling on one knee in front of you.

“Hey now, it’s okay, I’m here.”

His large hands found their way to your face, gently wiping at the tears that glided across your cheeks. With your vision clearing up, you began to recognize him from the ritual, he had been standing next to the man they called Papa.

You couldn’t tell if you liked that he was a part of the summoning, though, you were glad anyone was here with you at this point.

“Let’s get you off this floor, you gotta be comfortable so we can get you calmed down.”

It was a little amusing how he talked, it was almost father-like with the ‘we’ and ‘let’s’.

Aether was always incredibly empathetic as well, since his power often used emotions and such, so he picked up a trick or two when it came to helping people in distress. His tone was soft, and his voice low, offering a break from the overbearing sounds that had attacked your senses before.

He guided you to the bed, tucking you under the covers. He stepped away to pour you a glass of water from the pitcher on the table, and carefully placed it in your hands.

“So many tears, we don’t want you getting sick, small sips.”

The water met with your tongue, you hadn’t noticed how dry your mouth had become. The cool feeling washed down your throat, soothing the scratched feeling from coughing.

You were still shaken up, but you had started to come down from your emotion filled high, and he could tell.

“Would you like a hug? People says mine are the best, you know.”

You smile weakly, and nod your head, causing with to make his way into the bed as well. His arms make their way around your torso, holding you in a warm embrace. The supposed rumors were true, he hugged you tight enough to offer a comfortable weight, and his body heat soothed you, you weren’t sure if you’d ever want to move.

“Better?”

You laughed into his chest, eyes looking up to meet his.

“Yes, thank you.”

Your voice is beyond quiet, but he knows how exhausted you must be.

“If you’d want,” his hug loosens a bit. “I could stay with you tonight. I’d hate it if you woke up feeling like this again.”

Your smile widens and you lean into him, already getting comfortable under the cover of your blankets.

“I would love that.”

Swiss

The rolling thunder was nothing new to this ghoul, he adored the sound of it paired with the humming strings of his acoustic.

He sat propped back against the headboard of his bed, plucking lazily at the strings in search of a new melody, but something about tonight was different, and he just couldn’t get into his usual zone.

He brought the guitar to his side, placing down on the bed with a sigh. Tonight would be a long night, he was nowhere near tired either, so he would have to find something else to occupy his time.

Palms rubbing against his eyes, he began to pick up on a strange scent from outside of his bedroom, maybe that was what had been throwing him off? Whatever it was, he had to find the source, whether it be due to his frustrations or curiosity. He threw the strap of his guitar over his shoulder and made his way into the hall, following the trail until he was face to face with your door.

He knocked on the door, he wasn’t sure what he would say when you opened it, but he wasn’t one for planning ahead. When there was no answer though, he grew a bit concerned.

His hands met with the wood again, and he listened intently for any sort of response, that’s when he heard the muffle sound of sobbing from behind it. He opened the door slowly, head peeking around to scan the room, and then he saw you in the corner.

He walked into the room and shut the door behind him, pulling his guitar from his back and placing it against the bed. He stood in front of you, studying you for a moment before kneeling down to your level.

“You alright, kid?” His voice was low and smooth.

You couldn’t even bother to look up, just shaking your head hastily in response. His lips twisted into a small frown, he wasn’t usually the one people went to for this kind of thing so he wasn’t too sure how to help.

He remembered his guitar and plucked it from its spot, and he sat down in front of you, holding it loosely in his lap.

“Hey, you ever see a guitar like this?”

Your head lifted a bit, looking at the black instrument in his hands, you shook your head and he let out a small chuckle.

“She’s a ‘beaut isn’t she? She sounds a whole lot prettier with this rain, you wanna hear?”

He could tell that you were hesitant, tears were still pouring from your eyes and your body was shaking. You weren’t sure how to answer, and he was racking his mind for a solution.

“How ‘bout we start of slow,” He moved to sit beside you. “Pluck one of the strings, you can be as gentle as you want.”

One of your hands left it’s place on your head, reaching for one of the strings and pulling at it softly. The noise startled you at first, put it did peak your curiosity a bit. You looked up to him through teary eyes, only to be met with a warm, toothy smile.

“Good, now if you put your hand-” He guides your hand to the body of the guitar. “Here, focus on what you feel.”

Your eyes close and you try to zero in as he begins to play a simple melody, the gentle vibrations tickling the tips of your fingers. You leans into it, your whole hand pressed against the smooth wood, taking in the waves of sound. The tears finally stop, though your eyes still sting a bit, it’s all an afterthought now.

You hardly notice the clapping thunder outside, senses full of the smooth singing of strings that echoes through the room. Swiss leans into you, letting you rest your head of his shoulder while he plays, there’s something intimate about it, just the two of you and his playing.

He doesn’t stop until soft snoring joins the chorus of sounds, and he looks to see your head hanging low against him. He sets his guitar to the side and carefully shimmies from your touch, picking you up from the floor. You begin to stir in his arms, but quickly fall back to sleep when he places you into the plush mattress on your bed. He goes to grab his guitar and leave, but when he looks back to you under the covers, gets struck with a bit of inspiration.

He sits in a chair in the corner of the room and his fingers once again start to dance along the strings, as he finally finds himself able to piece together the tune that was stuck in his head before. And now, as his eyes begin to feel heavy with sleep, he silently dedicates it to you.

Sodo

He laid in his bed, hands covering his ears trying to block out the noise, though it didn’t work as well as he hoped. After a day of running around all he wanted to do was go to sleep, but being such a light sleeper the thunder was keeping him awake.

The blanket covering him was thrown angrily across the bed, his temper getting the best of him for a moment. A sigh left his lips and a hand traveled up to his temple, rubbing small circles in a feeble attempt to sooth himself. Kicking his feet off the bed, the only thing he could think of was to take a little stroll through the corridors and try to walk the frustration off.

The smell of rain was a whisper against the stone, barely there, but still present as ever. Sodo would be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him that still yearned for it, the cool sensation of the water against his skin, droplets and waves alike. Maybe that was the real reason he hated this weather so much, his old life just just outside, taunting him with an embrace that was just out of reach.His eyes were beginning to tingle, but he’d be damned if he’d let someone catch him out here like this, so he took a deep breath and continued walking.

He wasn’t the only one though, because despite him calming down, the feelings and sorrow only grew stronger.

When he finally reached the door where it felt strongest, he could practically feel the emotion dripping from it, puddling at his feet. Despite his better judgement he opened the door, be it out of curiosity or worry, he couldn’t tell you.

The room was seemingly empty, perfectly made sheets on the bed and furniture that remained undisturbed, until his eyes wandered to the small bundle of a ghoul that rested at the foot of the bed. His eyes widened, what should he do? What could he do? It wasn’t like he knew you, let alone how to help, but the sight of someone so helpless had him act on instinct.

His feet gently padded against the floor as he made his way over to you, and he sat right next to your spot on the floor. A hand wandered to yours, giving warning that someone was there.

You flinched at the touch, but we’re so desperate for comfort or relief, you didn’t care where from anymore.

Sodo wrapped a thin arm around your body, pulling you to lay against his chest, never letting go of your hand. His eyes shut, and he tools a moment to focus on everything around him.

You felt his body warming under your touch, it startled you at first, but as the heat grew stronger you began to find it pleasant. Sodo’s free hand made its way to your face, and just like he had done before, he began to work little circles against you temple.

Your crying finally began to stop and your breathing slowed, allowing you to relax your senses just a bit. You looked up at the ghoul that was holding you, his eyes were still shut and his hair had fallen in his face, it almost looked like he had fallen asleep he was so at peace.

A gentle squeeze met your hand, and his eyes opened just a tad, letting the beautiful orange color of them seep out to greet you.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said with a dumb smile. “It would ruin my reputation.”

You laughed hoarsely at the joke, your throat still a bit scratchy from the crying.

“Never.”

He smiled down at you, but his hold didn’t falter, instead, he pulled you closer.

“I don’t think either of us are doing too hot tonight…” His voiced trailed off, his lack of confidence beginning to show just a tad.

“You could stay, if you’d like to I mean. I think we both could use the company.”

He was stunned at the invitation, but he was also relieved that you were the one to ask. You both found a spot on the bed to relax on, and you continued to enjoy his gentle warmth until you drifted off to sleep.

Mountain

He could care less about the weather, this time at night was precious to him, a moment to himself to breath. And that's what he did, ever night, like clockwork, he headed to the kitchen to make a small cup of tea, something to warm his body and ease his mind, before he made his way to the usual spot. The kettle boiled, steam rolling almost beautifully from the spout. He poured some out into a large mug, with a fancy tea bag placed delicately inside, the earthy scent wafting straight into his nose and filling his senses. He sighed, rubbing his temples gingerly with his fingers, finally cooling off after a long day. It wasn't that he was stressed, per se, but he definitely kept himself busy, so having some time for himself to detox and wash off the days work was nice.

He picked the mug up from the counter, holding it firmly as he began to walk towards the balcony doors. He always found himself making his way there when he had the time, it was a perfect spot to take in the scenery and breath. His bare feet padded softly against the stone floor, his long tail trailing behind him, softly sway from side to side. On his way, just down the stairs from his destination, he found himself stopping almost subconsciously. He stood, feet planted in front a door that belong to someone he couldn't quite remember, no matter how much he racked his brain. It sounded familiar, the name on the small wooden plaque, but he couldn't match a face to the memory. And then it clicked. Mountain always tried to be in the know, monitoring everyone's schedules to ensure things were on track, it was just the way his mind worked, things done on time and done correctly. He had heard about the ritual, rumors spread fast when the people of the ministry have nothing better to do, and that name had fallen from people's lips a number of times. He stood still, listening to the sound of crying that could just barely be hear through the door, he had been so distracted by his own thoughts he hadn't even noticed your distress. He wasn't entirely sure why, but his body began to move on it's own, one of his hands leaving the warm cup and twisting the doorknob. He was almost surprised to see such a small, timid creature sitting on the floor, maybe he had been expecting some large beast, or someone more tall and lanky such as himself. Regardless, he stepped carefully into the room, his steps light and soft. His smell, or maybe the scent of the tea in his hands, must have set you off, the sudden change in your senses making you head snap up to look at him. He wasn't typically one to show a lot of empathy at face value, usually more of the person you go to for logical advice rather than comfort. But, something about the way your face was ridden with tears, the way your eyes were puffed up and your lips quivering, the intense fear that rested on your face, it made the corners of his lips drop ever so slightly. Closer and closer, you eyes locked onto him as he moved, until he stood just in front of you. Your arms dropped to your sides, hands pressed against the floor as though you were ready to retreat at a moments notice, your eyes looking up to him with nothing but distrust. He knelt down slowly, sitting on his knees, as much as it ached against his joints. He brought the large mug up towards you, offering it carefully. "It will make you feel better, if you'll trust me." His voice was soft, with a slight tired rasp behind it. Your ears perked up slightly, your eyes flickering between him and the peace offering, as it seemed to be. Your hands move from the floor, shakily making their way to meet his hands and take the drink into your own. The scent was pleasant enough, a soothing mix of herbs and petals that the ghoul had made himself. You sniffed at it, the smell drifting into your nose, as your eyes softened. The cup made its way to your lips, the warm liquid soothing the dryness in your throat almost immediately, the taste was somewhat floral, with a very earthy undertone, it made your body begin to relax into the hard floor. Mountain just watched quietly, his body unmoving to avoid alarming you further. You continued to drink the tea slowly, ever sip helping to ease your nerves more and more, until it seemed as though you had almost forgotten about the storm outside. It was a strangely comfortable silence, just the two of you together. Even though you didn't speak a word, you began to learn about each other through body language, the way that you both enjoyed the peaceful chill of the night air telling you almost everything you needed to know.

It wasn't until your eyes began to feel heavy, and your grip on the mug began to loosen, that the tall ghoul in front of you made any sort of move. He carefully pulled the drink from your grasp, placing it on a table nearby before turning back to you. It was a bit sweet, the way that you were slowly starting to drift to sleep, but he couldn't just leave you there on the floor.

So, he nestles his arms under you, slowly and carefully pulling you into his chest and carrying you over to your untouched bed. His body was warm, his scent reminiscent of the tea you had been drinking, it saddened you when he placed you into your bed, his scent drifting away as his body pulled from yours. He tucked you into your blankets, his body turning to leave the room as he felt a small hand tug timidly against his sleeve. Eyes wide, he looked behind him, your half lidded eyes gazing up to him. "Thank you..." You said with a quiet yawn, the need for sleep obvious on your face. He smiled gently down at you, pulling the hand from his shirt into his own, rubbing a few gentle circles with his thumb as you finally fell into the clutches of your slumber. "Of course."

#the band ghost #band ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader #x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #band ghost x reader #fluff #angel writes

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angel-of-sweet-revenge · 6 months

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As some of you might know, I am British. And as someone who used to live in London, and often visits, I can say that Jack Atlas's accent was not one I've ever heard. I'm saying London because Jack's voice sounds like it should be from there but also not. I asked my dad just now and he was no help (thanks dad for saying "its an american putting on a british accent" i had no idea /s) but now I thiiiink I've worked it out.

I think it's a watered down Cockney accent, mixed with RP british english. RP isn't fully a London accent either; it's more like a posh, "correct" way of speaking it. I think. British politicians from London are probably the best example, as well as newscasters. Cockney is... cockney. I think it's from some parts of London but I'm not sure; I've always stayed in the central area and most people have a more RP leaning accent. (I'm not good with accents)

My sister said Jack has a watered down Cockney, but I interpreted it instead as a cockney attempting a RP accent. Especially because i thiiiiink if i recall correctly the cockney lilt gets stronger when Jack's annoyed and muttering.

If I'm right, then you know what this implies?

Jack's originally had a Cockney accent when young but taught himself to speak in an RP accent because an RP one is meant to be more of an upper class one.

Meaning that Jack is deliberately trying to sound like he's from a higher class.

And honestly this works so well with Jack's character. Jack's a poor kid who wants to be one of the upper classes, he wants to appear richer. So of course he would speak in a more refined accent.

Also I now hc that Jack's accent depends on who he is speaking to. To strangers/professionals, he speaks in a heavier RP accent. To friends his accent is a mix but still RP leaning. And to his brothers?

He has the thickest Cockney accent and only they can understand him.

#ygo 5ds #5ds #jack atlas #angel writes #angel analyses 5ds again

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angelsandarsenic · 2 months

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I was reading a post about how “mystery meat” in horror is always human meat. No mystery even, and it’s not scary anymore and it got me thinking about how great a horror movie would be where the main character is well aware that they’re in a horror movie but finds everything so extremely tacky and underwhelming that they simply can’t be scared.

But I don’t make movies, I write, so I thought this would be perfect for Cellbit

Imagine one dark and stormy night, Cellbit is home alone, maybe he’s trying to mess with some supernatural crap that he may or may not know is haunted. Everything is primed and ready for the beginning of a horror movie.

There are suspicious noises that he completely ignores. The house creaks, it’s no big deal. When a shadow is bearing down over his shoulder, he hardly noticed the intense feeling of dread and paranoia, nor the icy fingers tracing over his shoulders. Honestly, that’s a pretty normal experience for him. He has a Past and mental issues, he’s ignored worse. The lights flicker. Annoying, but he’ll just change the lightbulbs later.

That’s fine. The Horrors have dealt with plenty of oblivious or tough people. They know that when the Big Spook comes, he’ll still be running for the hills, crying for god and wondering if he even really saw what he just saw. Then the fun can really begin.

Except…at the height of the ritual, when doors are slamming and everything is rattling like mad and Cellbit looks up, he just…stops. And frowns. In all honesty, he looked disappointed, annoyed, and The Horrors are confused.

“Blood in my walls? Really?” He asks. “You’d better not make me clean this up.”

All at once, everything stops.

Cellbit’s brow furrows.

Then suddenly, something is thrown across the room at breakneck speed, slamming against the opposite wall.

Cellbit doesn’t even flinch. “Now that was just rude.”

He finished the ritual, but to his dismay, nothing more interesting happened. The Horrors are utterly perplexed. It- it must just be a one-off situation. If They keep trying, They’ll get him.

But They don’t. It almost become a game to Cellbit, whenever it isn’t getting in the way. Meanwhile, The Horrors are getting more and more frustrated because who is this insolent human to make fun of us?!?! They try every trope and tactic in the book, to no avail.

#Qsmp cellbit #horror movies #horror tropes #Horror au #angel writes #horror #cellbit

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angelscherryblossoms · 2 months

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kisses at 2am

Warnings: none

author's note: just felt like writing some fluff for Fundy bc why not lol

Fundy had been working on editing a video for hours. Hed been by his computer almost all day, only coming out to use the bathroom. You came in, putting your hand on his hair and scratching his scalp. He let out a sigh of satisfaction and let himself relax a little. You smile at him.

"are you coming to bed soon? you've been working for a while..."

You glance at the time. It was almost 2 in the morning. You look back at Fundy, pulling up a chair next to his and looking at his face. You liked to admire it.

"yeah, sorry, I'm almost done... just a little while longer..."

He said as he glanced at you before looking back at the screen. You nod and sigh a little. Fundy notices and looks over at you, he smiles softly and pulls you closer. Placing a soft kiss on your lips before attacking you with kisses. His lips coming in contact with your cheeks, forehead, and lips before he ends it with a soft kiss to your nose.

"I'm finishing up now, thank you for waiting."

He smiled at you, letting you rest on him as he finished up what he was working on. He made sure to carry you to the bed. He brought the blankets up to cover both of you and made sure to cuddle you until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Yay!! I got this out! It's not the best but it's decent. Since we aren't writing Wilbur anymore I'm gonna write for his son lol.

~angel~

#mcyt #dsmp x reader #cc Fundy x reader #fundy x reader #bad writing #fluff #Fundy #Fundy fic #angel writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #fundy x y/n #fundy x you

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angelsaxis · 4 months

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Okay tell me a random number from 1 to 160 and I'll give you a snippet from my book that comes from the corresponding page number

OR give me a keyword and I'll find you a sentence/passage that has that word

#angel posts #angel writes

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ah-scheisse-its-you · 4 months

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MarcoAce | Words: 2,904 | Rated: E

Happiest of birthdays, Ace!! 🧡🔥🎂

I wrote ns/fw for his birthday this year because @xamaxenta drew Ace in such a pretty outfit that I could not resist having Marco see him in it so I hope you all enjoy him getting railed

#one piece #angel writes #portgas d. ace #marco the phoenix #marcoace #marace #fanfiction #mentioned haruta (op)#includes art!#xams art #ns/fw fanfic #first one ive published wow #def proud of it

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theorphicangel · 6 months

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satoru would be so obsessed with kissing you, trying to work on your laptop on the couch is no longer any without you being bombarded with pecks across your cheeks, nose and lips.

“satoru…”you warned, starting to get annoyed at all the typos you were making.

“jus’ give me five minutes baby, only five and I’ll leave you alone forever.”

you know a trap when you spot one.

last time he said that it ended up with him between your thighs with your clothes discarded on the floor, not to mention the amount of unfinished work you had left to catch up on.

you shook your head, muttering under your breath, “I can remember the last time those words came out of your mouth satoru.”

gojo simply smirks, “oh yeah? since you enjoyed it so much last time how about—“

“no satoru. I really need to finish this.”

“can I help you then?”

you let out a sigh, “unless you know some shit about biotechnology, then I don’t see why not.”

satoru streched put his arms, his shirt riding up a little, “don’t underestimate the brains of the stongest.”

“mhmm, remember when you thought people in Australia could predict the future just because they were 20 hours ahead?

“I didn’t know back then!”

“yeah, yeah excuses excuses.”

#as much as I make him ‘dumb’ I still love him your honor #angel writes #gojo satoru headcanons #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk

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cxrsed-angel · 6 months

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Cheer Skirt Misap: Hazel Callahan x Reader Smut

word count: 1k

summary: Hazel finds your new cheer uniform attractive. Particularly the skirt and how short it is.

Warnings: Oral (r receiving), Hazel is an ass girl, slight spanking, hazel doing sexual activities when’s she probably shouldn’t be. After that fight. Reader is more feminine. 18+ MDNI

A/N: I watch bottoms 2 months ago and i haven’t stopped thinking about her and ruby cruz since, so here’s this. Also reader is a cheerleader. I wish I could come up with a clever title. Also Hazel gives me service top vibes.

Hazel is sitting on your bed. She’s trying to listen to whatever you are talking about, but she can’t focus on anything besides how hot you look in your new cheer skirt. The skirt is white with blue and red on the bottom, falling just above your thigh. You had gotten the new uniforms for the big game against Huntington. She watches you move around your room, getting ready for the game, her eyes lingering on your legs and how short the new cheer skirt seemed compared to the old ones.

“Pj was such a dick the other day. I mean, saying that about your mom was so out of line, babe, and I mean, you didn’t make a fake fight club to have sex with cheerleaders. You actually cared about female solidarity and everything. And you’re literally dating a cheerleader on your own accord without lying-“

You pause your rant about PJ, turn around, and see Hazel sitting in your bed, staring at the lower half of your body. It’s clear she isn’t paying attention. You walk closer to your bed and see her bruised face from the fight at the pep rally. You frown, knowing she probably had some sort of concussion that was making it hard to focus.

“Hazel? Hazel, are you okay…do you need to lie down? Am I talking too fast?”

Hazel looks up at you with her blue eyes bruised black and purple, but they’re still big and bright as she looks at you.

“I-um, no, I was just thinking about something else.”

You sit beside her on your bed, your thighs touching hers in her black jeans. Hazel's eyes linger on your upper thighs again before tearing her eyes away. She feels her heart beating faster in her chest, trying not to stare at your legs, trying to ignore the ache in between her thighs. She feels a bit guilty being so turned on as you look at her, so worried and concerned.

“Oh? Thinking about what?” You see Hazel look a bit flustered at your question, and you relax a bit. You could tell it wasn't something bad, but you were still intrigued about what was on her mind.

“Um. I was just thinking about you and how you look cute in your cheer skirt,” she tells you the truth partially, slightly nervous and embarrassed to admit that your skirt had turned her on so much.

You smile at the compliment. “Oh, thanks, babe! We got new cheer uniforms since it's like the biggest game ever, but they are a bit shorter.” You get off your bed and look at the skirt through your mirror. It’s a few inches shorter than your usual cheer skirt. You thought you got the wrong size at first, but they just ended up being that short. “I'm glad we were shorts underneath, or I would literally flash the crowd.”

Hazel smiles, laughing a bit at your comment, eyes still gazing at your lower half. “Well, it looks really good on you. Maybe shorter skirts make you more aerodynamic, help you fly up higher or something.”

Hazel suggests innocently when she knows thats probably not the reason your skirt is so short it's almost showing your ass considering your team’s pep rally performance. You laugh a bit, smiling at her reasoning.

“I really don't think that’s the reason, baby.”

She toys with the bottom of your skirt lightly as she continues. “No, I think it is! Maybe it could help with the-the air and going up and-and flips and stuff because there less..fabric?”

Hazle tries to justify but fails, making you laugh more. You find her attempt cute, though. Her blue eyes linger on your thighs again, gazing at them before she pulls you onto her lap by your hips, quickly kissing your lip-glossed lips suddenly. You suck in a sharp breath at the unexpected kiss, closing your eyes and melting against her the familiar feeling of her lips. You feel Hazel’s hands grasp your hips tighter as she kisses your lips, pressing against each other. Your arms go around her neck.

You break apart from the kiss slightly, looking at the playful smile on her lips and her face flushed and red, her eyes wide as she looks back. You can tell she’s turned on, and if her gaze didn’t give it away, her hands creeping up under the skirt did.

“You’re really happy over these aerodynamic skirts, huh?” you smile at her, knowing that was not the reason she couldn’t keep her hands off you. You could tell it was because of how the shorts showed off your legs and a bit of your ass.

Hazel pulls you against her passionately. Your lips crash together, kissing you again. She pulls you by your hips back on top of her. You feel her hands lightly moving down your back. She can’t keep her hands off of you, but you move your lips off slowly as you realize how things are progressing. You stare at Hazel, hesitant when you remember.

“Hazel…are you sure you can do…more strenuous activities? You know you were beat up pretty badly, babe.” you look concerned as you sit up, moving off of her. You move off from on top of her and sit back on your bed.

She nods excitedly like there is no problem, like she didn’t get the shit kicked out of her the other day and is perfectly okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s fine. I’m like almost 100% better anyways.” Hazel tries to sound sure, but you can tell she isn’t. You nod, still not fully unconvinced. You saw the fight and know she had taken quite a beating, and the last thing you wanna do is make it worse by having sex.

You pause, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “Babe, I really don’t think we should be doing anything. Plus, we have to be at the football game in like an hour.” Hazel nods, pouting her lip a bit as she thinks. You watch her fidget with her silver rings as she thinks of a solution, clearly not taking no for an answer.

“Oh! Wait, wait, I got it.” Hazel looks excited, her blue eyes excited. She lays down on your bed. “I’ll just eat you out.” You pause, thinking for a few minutes about her solution,

“I don’t know Hazel…what about you-”

She cuts you off, hungrily kissing your lips as they press against hers. She cups your cheek and slips her tongue in your mouth. You melt instantly, feeling that warm feeling you get every time you kiss. After making out for a few minutes, you feel her pull away, your head a bit dizzy from the kiss.

“Please let me eat your pretty pussy. I promise I’ll be fine,” Hazel begs as she looks at you, slowly rubbing circles on your hips. Her words go straight to your core, turning you on.

You look at her and give in, unable to resist her big blue eyes. “Fine, but you’re stopping the second you get dizzy or something feels off.” Hazel nods as her grip on your waist tightens as she looks up at you excitedly.

She pulls your black lacey underwear from under your cheer skirt and throws them somewhere off in your room. You lean down and cup her face with her face, your lips crushing onto hers again, making out. Hazel moves her hands down, lightly squeezing your ass. Her lips linger, touching against yours as she looks up at you.

You move, placing your hips over her face. You look at her as she stares back excitedly. You slowly lower yourself on her lips and waste no time licking around your wet and puffy folds. She licks along your lips slowly, and you gasp at the feeling of her tongue. She continues moving her tongue as you try to hold your hips, trying not to thrust them, Hazel’s injuries still in the back of your mind. You moan out her name as she sucks on your clit.

“Fuck Hazel, please don't stop.” you close your eyes, grabbing the side of her sheets and slowly rolling your hips against her lips.

She grips your ass under your cheer skirt, squeezing it. Her tongue slips inside your entrance, and your moan grows louder as her motions speed up slightly, eating you out like she’s starved. Your face grows hotter as you feel the arousal building; you feel yourself getting wetter under her touch. She places a smack on your ass, and you moan, not expecting to like it as much as you did.

“Fuck, baby! I'm close!-yes, right there! Fuck Hazel!”

Your back arch letting out a breathy moan as your orgasm gets closer. You thrust, moving your hips faster as she swirls her tongue around your swollen clit. You feel yourself coming undone as your orgasm hits. Cumming around Hazel’s lips. You breathe deeply and slowly move from on top of her, sitting in your bed. Hazel sits up, her chin wet and lips swollen.

You look at her, wiping your wetness off her lips. “How do you feel? Are you dizzy, or do you have a headache?”

Hazel smiles and shakes her head. You nod, still catching your breath. You feel her hand on your thigh, rubbing it softly, feeling her cold rings on your skin.

“Yes, I’m fine; never been better.” She beams, happy from her previous activities. You kiss her lightly before standing up to finish getting ready for the game against Huntington. Hazel leans against her arms, watching you in your bed.

“But after I feel better, I’m gonna have to fuck you in that skirt.” you turn around at her words, a bit shocked at how bluntly she put it.

“Oh? You are. And eating me out while I'm wearing it isn't enough?” Hazel shakes her head lightly.

“No. I mean, it's good enough for right now, but the thought of watching you bounce on my strap in that cute little skirt is making me feel a bit foggy and extremely turned on.”

You nod as you return to putting on your makeup for the game. “Well, get a doctor’s note, and we can make that happen.”

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