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buckys-wintersoldier · 1 month

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Like an animal | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Fem!Reader

Summary -> When you don’t want to hear when Bucky says something and you get hit by sex pollen he makes sure you know that you should listen to Bucky when he says something.

Wordcount -> 2.371

Warnings -> (E) 18+, Minors DNI, smut, sex pollen, slight thigh riding, oral (fem!receiving), unprotected p in v, rough sex, hate sex, using of the word slut

Request -> Heyyy. I saw your Bucky smut menu and I couldn’t resist lol. Could you do 1. Either enemies to lover or sex pollen (maybe both idk im not picky) 2. Protective Bucky (I wouldn’t oppose to him being slightly jealous too lmao) 3. Oral f receiving and hate sex. And for the petnames I cannot stand anything like pet, kitten, bunny, puppy. No shame to ppl who like them, im just more simple. I'm fine with stuff like babe/baby, doll, honey, sweetheart. I hope this wasn’t too picky lol😭❤️🤞🏾 @blckbarbiedoll

A/N -> Thank you so much for the request. I hope you like it. I tried to include everything you asked for so yeah just read and decide if you like it or not I guess haha. Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

Events -> Bucky Barnes Smut Menu

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky groans when you just hit the Hydra Agent before he runs away and you follow him. The brown-haired man told your brother he would take care of you, but you’re always so stubborn around him and need to prove that you can do things on your own. Of course he knows, but being the protective man he usually is, he is even stronger when he is with you. Not only because of your brother, who is also his best friend, but also because he likes you. Way more than he admits, he really likes you since the day you started to work together, and the two are always around each other. But a part of him hates you for being so stubborn; at least he hates you in a way that he wants to fuck your attitude out of you and teach you some manners.

He tried to convince you to help, but you were just shaking your head and pushed him away before you punched the other agent. Bucky was standing there, rolling his eyes, but he knows he shouldn’t make you angry; otherwise, he would get some punches as well.

When you run after the agent, he follows you with a groan. Looking around the corner to be sure there is no other agent. When Bucky walks around the corner, the floor is empty, and he can only hear some shouts and some noises, which tell him that you’re beating the guy up.

Meanwhile, you’re in a room with the agent; he just ran into it, and in your headspace of wanting to punch him, you follow him. You don’t really look around you; you’re not noticing the suspicious things around you. The only thing you’re focused on is the Hydra agent opposite you.

“You’re such a naive little girl, aren’t you?”

“Shut up. You don’t know me, and a little girl couldn’t punch you like that,” you shout and walk closer while you lift your hand.

He laughs darkly, waiting until you’re just a few steps away. Then he pushes a button, and a loud noise echoes through the room. You immediately cover your ears with your hands, trying to make the noise quieter. The agent pushes you to the side; you fall and crash against a table before you fall to the ground and make yourself smaller. You press your legs to your chest, your head resting on your knees, while you see the man pushing another button. Then he leaves the room, the noise gets quieter, and you inhale loudly, relaxing your body while there is a complete silence in the room.

You slowly sit up, looking around, but the Hydra agent isn’t in the room anymore. The doors are closed, and you inspect the things around you. There are a lot of containers, big containers. They are filled with some kind of colorful gas, and you wonder what kind of experiments they are doing there.

“Y/N? Are you there?” Bucky shouts from outside the room, trying to open the door.

“Bucky, did you catch him?”

“No?”

“Then do it!” you shout annoyedly back and roll your eyes.

“No! We need to get you out of that lab; there are chemicals.”

You sigh, annoyed. Bucky crashes with his shoulder against the door. While you hear him groaning, you stand up and walk over to one of the containers.

“BUCKY!”

“What? I try to open the door, oke!”

“Yeah, hurry up. It-It’s cooking,” you shout back, taking a step back when the liquid connects itself with the gas.

“What?”

Before you can answer, it bangs, and a big cloud of liquid and gas is over the container, slowly getting bigger like the fog during a rainy and cold morning.

“What the fuck are you doing there?” Bucky asks, and you laugh sarcastically.

“I didn’t do anything. Here are some liquids and gases, and it just- I don’t know. It’s green! Is that normal? Is it supposed to be green?”

“I don’t know. I’m not Bruce.”

“Bucky! James! When he is green, it’s not good, so get me out of that room.”

The fog coats the room, and even when you try not to inhale it, you feel it slowly rushing through your veins, and everything starts to tingle. You feel like you get needy in a way you never were before, and you feel your pants dripping, soaking your panties immediately. You moan softly, your hand slides between your legs, and you shiver at the touch of your fingers. You rub the fabric of your panties and pants against your wet folds, feeling a bit of relief when you move faster against your fingers. A moment later, the door crashes, and you remove your hand. With wide eyes, you look at Bucky, who just broke the door and is looking around.

“Get out of there, doll,” he demands, holding his hand out for you to grab it.

“B-Bucky. I-“

He makes you shut up when he holds your hand and pulls you against him. His firm, muscular chest presses against you, and you groan softly. His leg is pressed against your cunt, and you start to grind yourself against it, making Bucky look at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“What do you think you’re doing there?”

“Please, those- Bucky- Sex pollen,” you mumble, your head falling against his chest while you move your hips slowly against his thigh.

He gasps, his hands immediately around your waist to push you back slightly. Your head falls back, and your eyes are filled with pure desire and lust when you look at him. You bit onto your lip, trying to push your hips against him, feeling the friction you had when you moved against his leg, but he holds you still.

“Please, Bucky.”

“You should learn some manners, shouldn’t you? Running after a Hydra agent and being in one room with him. He could have done filthy things to you. Do you like that? Do you like being used by a man?” Bucky groans; his eyes darken when he feels his dick harden in his pants.

As much as he hates the thought of you being used as a fuck toy by someone else, he loves the thought of using you as his own little doll. Where he can let out his jealousy and his frustration that you just can’t listen during missions and that you always talk back.

“Answer me!" his tone is rough, his fingers digging into your waist, and you moan softly.

“Yes.”

Bucky groans and leans closer to you. Then he presses his lips onto yours and pulls you closer, his hard dick pressing against your stomach, and you whimper. His hands roam over your body, finding their way up your sides, squeezing your breasts through the fabric of your shirt and bra before he slides them back down and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, and your lips never leave his while he carries you to the next counter he can find.

With one movement, he shoves everything off the surface and places you on top of it. He takes a step back, still spreading your legs apart while his hands glide along your thighs. Bucky grips the waistband of your pants, tugging at them. You move your body up to help him so he can take off your pants and panties. And he does; he shoves both down your legs and smirks when he sees your already dripping pussy. You moan; the cold air hitting your wetness makes you even more desperate, and you want to move a hand between your folds, but Bucky stops you, gripping your hand and pushing it away.

“Don’t dare to touch yourself. You need to learn manners, and I will teach you them.”

Bucky gets on his knees in front of you, his hands sliding along your thighs before he grips them and holds them apart. Then he kisses a trail along your stomach until he reaches your pussy. His tongue slides through your folds softly, and the warmth of it lets you shiver. Bucky lets go, smiling when he sees your hands gripping the surface to ground yourself.

“Good girl,” he praises.

With a short kiss on your stomach, he guides his tongue back to your folds, sucking softly at your clit and circling it with his tongue before he lowers his movements to your entrance. Your moans and whimpers encourage him to continue to give you the pleasure you want him to give you with his tongue.

“Don’t cum before I allow you to cum.”

You nod, and he raises an eyebrow, looking at you. His hot breath against your wet pussy, coated in your arousal and his saliva. Bucky works his tongue slowly inside of you, taking his time while you push yourself more against him, trying to get more of his tongue. More of him inside of you.

“Bucky-“

“I teach you manners. So we go by my pace,” he explains, kissing your clit.

“You’re a tease, aren’t you, Barnes?”

“Such a big mouth for such a little girl, huh?”

He nibbles softly at your clit, sliding his tongue through your folds again before he kisses every inch of your private part. Bucky loves the way you whimper to get more of the pleasure he gives you. He brings you close to your orgasm, but whenever you want to cum, he just kisses your skin softly. He just needs to push his tongue inside of you, and you are almost over the edge, your walls clenching around him, and he imagines his dick inside your wet, warm hole. The way you’re going to squeeze it when you cum and the way you will moan his name when he thrusts his dick deep inside of you.

Bucky gets up, making you whine. He smirks, his hands still sliding over your thighs before he removes them. You want to protest, but you don’t when you hear him unbuckling his belt before he pushes his pants and boxers down. His hard cock springs free, the tip leaking with pre-cum. He is huge, and you smirk softly when you see the veins running along his shaft. Bucky grabs his cock, stroking it a few times while he rubs his thumb over his tip and smears the pre-cum all over his dick. Then he slaps his dick against your clit, making you gasp.

“You’re so needy,” he says, his cock resting between your wet folds.

Then he likes his dick up with his entrance and pushes himself inch by inch inside of you. He stretches you open like no one ever did before, and your walls are already squeezing his dick. Bucky tries his best not to cum immediately; the warmth and tightness of your pussy make him go crazy. He pushes himself inside of you completely. You moan loudly, your hands find their way to his shoulder, and you grip them. Then you pull him closer, and Bucky breaks the distance between your lips, kissing you roughly while he gives you a moment to adjust to his dick.

Bucky pulls out of you, thrusting inside of you even harder. He is rough, fucking your attitude out of you and the way you talk back. He slams his dick inside of you, forcing it completely between your tight walls. You almost scream at the harshness of his thrusts, his balls slapping against your ass while he fucks you like a wild animal. But the two of you need it - the roughness, the slight pain inside of you, which turns slowly into pleasure. A kind of pleasure you never felt before, one only he can give you while he fucks you like a slut, a toy that just wants to be used by Bucky.

“I hate your fucking attitude,” he says, pulling out to slam his dick harder inside of you.

You scream, your fingers digging into the skin of his back. Your back arches, and you move against him, wanting him deeper.

“I hate the way you always need to talk back.”

He uses his metal hand to grip your throat. Bucky just holds his hand there; he doesn’t squeeze your neck.

“Fucking. Little. Slut,” he groans between his thrusts.

“Bucky- I’m-“

“Shhh. But even when you annoy me with that, I love you, doll,” he admits while he fucks you like an animal.

You throw your head back, overwhelmed by the pleasure he gives you. You feel every vein of his cock; he hits your sweet spot whenever he thrusts inside of you.

“I wanna cum, please. I- Bucky, I love you too. Can I cum? Please?”

He chuckles, bringing his other hand to your clit and rubbing circles on it. At the same harsh pace, he pushes his high lengths inside of you.

“Cum, doll. All over my dick.”

And you do as he tells you. While you scream his name in pleasure, you feel the know in your stomach snapping, and you cum all over his dick. Bucky watches in awe at you while you cum, then he looks down where his dick is connected with you. His cock is covered in your cum, and he groans. When you squeeze him even more, he doesn’t need long until he cums inside of you, painting your walls with his seeds while he slows his movements. You both breathe heavily, your bodies covered in sweat, and Bucky lets himself fall down on top of you. Your hands slide from his shoulders into his soft brown hair, and you play with them.

“Do you mean that, doll?”

“What?”

“That you love me too.”

“Yeah, I love you, Buck.”

He smiles, leaning closer to kiss you softly. His plumb lips perfectly fit against yours.

“Let’s clean us, and then we go back to the compound. I will make sweet love to you there. How does it sound? And then a movie night.”

“But I decide the movie,” you say.

The two of you laugh before he kisses you again and slowly pulls out of you. Bucky helps you to clean yourself before he cleans himself between a lot more kisses.

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murdrdocs · 23 days

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infidelity; coach patrick; MDNI 18+ w/ PATRICK ZWEIG

you should've known better than to let patrick—coach zweig as he's been trying to get you to call him—rile you up how he does.

he throws taunts at you with the speed of his serves, all while smirking through the way he squints to avoid the sun. he knows what he's doing when he says, "are you even trying?". because you're so obviously trying, your body coated in sweat and your muscles aching from over exertion.

you don't even know if you'll make it off the court let alone upstairs to your room.

but patrick doesn't care. he makes you work, telling you, "you can do better than that" when you hit a nearly perfect serve, much better than the one he critiqued earlier this morning (which, you believed there was nothing wrong with your serve then but coach zweig loved to pick on something new each session).

you know he does it on purpose, yet you still fall for it.

you let your body pump blood born from anger throughout your limbs as you try again and again to make him happy. but he's never happy unless you're scowling at him, pissed off because your husband is wasting your money just for some guy in the top 200 players of the world to critique the things that didn't need any work in the first place.

but your husband is also paying for this, the things you let patrick do to you after practice has ended. after patrick finally tells you, "good job today" even as you're glaring at him. after he gets in your space, leans down, and grins at you as he promises to make it all up to you while he takes your racket out of your hands.

in all honesty, the improvements on your game is enough made up. it's why he's here in the first place. well, it used to be why he was here in the first place.

but somewhere down the line, things got muddled. you mixed your tennis coach up with your husband. you let patrick in the house for things other than a quick bathroom break or a sip of water since he ran out.

you let patrick in the house for him to play the part of your husband as he asks you about your new decor while you chug gatorade. he plays the role of your husband when he coos at your dogs and he lets them lick all over his face. he plays the role of your husband as he takes you into the shower and fucks you against the wall.

meanwhile, you only really interact with your husband when you're playing a match against him him. when you're using the strategies and practice that coach zweig has taught you.

and the match is boring. it's easy. your husband has the audacity to let you win and then pretend he didn't. he smiles in your face and kisses your forehead while he tells you, "those lessons are paying off, yeah?".

when you're with patrick, he makes you work for it. on the court, he plays you cross court, making you run back and forth and pushing your stamina while he controls the court.

and when you're on your bed staring into the mirror on the opposite wall while patrick takes you from behind, it's the same. he controls you. he has enough decency to only barely make you work for an orgasm, but you aren’t let completely off the hook. this is the only form of reprieve he ever gives you, even though it comes in an unusual form.

the uncomfortable sting the patrick forces into your muscles on the court is replaced with the sting of his hips slapping into yours from the power of his thrusts. you'll take the unexpected smack of his hand against your ass over the unexpected smack of a neon ball into your thigh.

he's still cruel to you when he fucks with you off of the court, but your reward is instantanous. it doesn't take multiple sessions and hundreds of dollars to get gratification. it just takes a little dishonesty and sneaking around, which ends up working in your favors in the long run as patrick feeds you line after line about your husband, his rough fingers rubbing over your clit while he teases.

"it'd be crazy if he had cameras in here, right? hm? if he was watching your tennis coach fuck you better than he does. what would you do then, huh?"

and it’s sinful how quick his words always make you cum.

#patricksworld!#patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig x you #patrick zweig smut #celeste writes challengers

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heartlyrins · 1 month

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OUTLUCK THE UNLUCKY !

˚₊‧desc— Kakavasha and his little sister has always been the polar opposite, they say he was born lucky and you were lucky to even be born.

˚₊‧TW— dark content, incest, angst, noncon, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, mental abuse, past child abuse, human trafficking mentions, past trauma, PTSD, porn with plot, baby fever, non-consensual breeding, mentions of lactation, sister wife!reader, yandere!Aventurine, 2.0 and 2.1 lore did not happen here, spoilers for Aventurine's backstory, both of them gone through some tuff stuff

˚₊‧A/N—I made a few changes to Aventurine's backstory and 2.0 w/ 2.1 lore didn't happen here. I changed up my writing style!! Do you like it? Don't read if it's not ur cup of tea hun

Ever since you were born just a couple of years after Kakavasha—your big brother. You were disgraced, labeled as an unlucky being said by the Sigonians.

Whereas Kakavasha was born on a rainy day which was perhaps meant to be a blessing. Meanwhile, you were born on an unlucky day and just moments after your birth, your mother died.

Though as you grew up, you became attached to your big brother. A contrast to your unluckiness, his blessing outpowers your curse therefore you two were bound to be attached to the hip.

A curse you were called, but never by your siblings. They loved you dearly which includes you sister who promised you and Kakavasha the dawn one day.

But the promise were never fulfilled because your sister had died as soon as your birthday arrived. You ran away with Kakavasha.

Soon the both of you were caught and sentenced to death by the IPC— but your brother got the both of you out of that punishment, you never knew how he did it and the only thing he told you was 'not to worry.'

You fit into the lifestyle pretty quickly, everything was done by your brother. You just had to sit still and be pretty, as he said.

Soon he became the very thing that ruined yours and his life—an IPC staff, but still you couldn't shake the very feeling that you both were still just a slave, no matter how much credits you were buried in.

You were granted a house, a luxurious one, probably afforded from the IPC's money. He was doing everything for you, even though you wanted to help him at least a little bit.

You wanted to alleviate his burden. But seeing the very thing that burdens yourself—you don't think that you could help.

So you did the only thing that you could manage, become a housewife for him. At mornings he would wrap his arms around your waist and sometimes you felt like a real marriage couple.

He gives you kisses on your cheek as he stares at the wound you received from chopping up the vegetables— again.

Sometimes he would bring your fingers up to his lips just to lick them clean just to see your embarrassed expression.

Which brings you to the present situation.

"Kakavasha—I.." you were cut off with a groan from him as he hides his face in your neck.

"Don't call me that, I go by Aventurine now with other people, remember?" his breath hits your soft skin before he snakes his hands under your blouse.

"We're not in front of other people now.. And it's not like I get to meet anyone else.." you mumble—far too late to take back your words.

He gives you an 'mm' before gripping your sides harder that it was sure to leave a bruise. From his reaction, you were sure he wasn't pleased with your words.

"You don't need anyone else but me, you know that right?" he mutters before helping you to put down the knife you were holding to chop the vegetables.

"I know that.. But I haven't gone out ever since we've gotten this house.. And that was a few years back."

"But I do let you out. To buy groceries."

"Kakavasha—you know that's not what I meant. I want to go out freely, without you sending those IPC guards after me or tracking me.. Or even—!"

"[name]." the tone in his voice makes you stop, you know that's when he's fed up with your words. He pulls his hands out of your blouse before staring at you.

He grabs the sharp and brandished knife before gripping your chin with his free hand to make you face the knife, you could see your reflection.

"Look at yourself." he grips your chin tighter, "Do you see your face? It's full with scars that results in whenever I'm not there—remember, you're the unlucky child who needs me as a lucky charm to protect yourself."

"You need me." he drops the knife on the cutting board before kissing your lips and biting your lips until it bled.

He sighs as his demeanor starts appearing right back and he smiles on again with the same, sly smile.

"Don't speak of this again." he warns you before kissing your cheek and walks away like nothing happened at all.

He waits by the door as he tries to fix his tie, horribly messing it up once again before you came to the rescue and does it for him.

"I'm going now," he says as he puts on his shoes, "I'm going to be late today, don't wait for me." he merely says before placing a kiss right on your forehead.

Once he leaves the house, everything seems dark. Sometimes it seems like that you were the epitome of darkness—and he was the light that shines on your life.

Whenever he isn't there, parts of you disappear.

"Big brother, we can't leave our sister behind!" the small you sobbed when he pulled on your wrist to drag you forcefully from the chaos.

"Sister sacrificed her life for us, we have to run,[name]. I promised sister I won't let anything happen to you." he stops for a moment as he looks right into your teary eyes.

You stared back at the chaos happening behind you, that day—everything was red like the clothes you wore on that exact day.

You were dragged once again to keep moving forward by Kakavasha, but once you stared right ahead—the little hand dragging you were gone.

The only light within your life was gone, where did he go? What are you gonna do? What would you do without the light that guides you—you thought as you broke down in sobs until your body felt a warmth wrapping around you.

You can hear your name from the distance being called once again, it's Kakavasha. You were sure it was as you open your eyes to come back to the real world.

"[name], wake up. You had a dream." your brother— the grown up version of him was her once again and you sigh in relief.

You hate that dream—it was the same dream with different endings. One that would have a happy outcome.

"Did you have that dream again?" he asks and wraps his arm around you, it was the same warmth in that dream.

You hum as he sighs once again, in a pitiful way or somehow a sympathetic one. Eitherway, his hand snakes just above your waistband and sticks his hand in your panties.

"Mmn—" you groaned and look at the time, "Stop it, I'm not in the mood.." you retaliate, sometimes he would back off at times like this—especially during your vulnerable moment.

"I saw a baby today at my workplace, one of my co-worker's no doubt. They looked so happy, can't we have one too?"

"I—you know we can't have that. We're siblings, what would the world says?" you push his arm off that's groping one of your boobs.

"I don't care what people says about us, I don't even care how the Aeons view us." he moans as he humps your ass.

"Stop it, 'm not in the mood right now.." You whimper and attempts to get away from his obvious dick imprint humping you.

He stayed silent and kept a tight grip on your hips, sliding your shorts and panties off with his other hand.

"We're not supposed to be doing this.." you mutter and almost retch as he forces his fingers in your mouth.

"Just be good for me, little sister. Haven't I done enough for you? I need this." he says, not giving you a chance to respond as he's already pulling his fingers out of your mouth and already sneaking between your thighs.

"You say things as if you aren't wet right now.." he spreads your lips apart to admire your pussy before giving a testing lick and moans at the taste.

He wraps his lips around your little nub as he sucks on it, thrusting his fingers inside whilst licking your slit up and down.

Your first reflex was trying to push his head off—moaning and struggling to push him off so you laid off the fight and just accepted it after awhile.

"Pussy's so wet, stop lying and just tell me that you wanted this." he pills away and sighs as he finishes his meal, your juices slipping down his chin.

He licks his lips and pushes his cock inside you, not even giving you a warning or time to wait. He groans as he pushes in all at once.

"So good, mhm. You're so good to me, lil sis. Gonna make you a fucking mommy! yeah, you want that?" he slaps your face almost gently to wake you up from your trance before groping your tits.

He leans down and sucks on it, appreciating the size of it while he sloppily thrusts his big cock inside of you.

"Fuck, fuck.. Can't wait to see these tits swell with milk." he moans and looks at your face, you seemed so out of it.

He can't miss the way that your lips scream the words trailing along, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" in an almost high pitched tone.

When you clench around him, he doesn't even stop for a moment. Just going at a faster pace which makes you even more out of it as you hold onto whatever you can.

And when he cums— he pulls out and shoves it back in all at once making you squeal and raise your hips as you came once again.

"We're gonna do this for at least another three times, I need to make sure you're knocked up." he groans as he felt you clench.

As he thrusts deeply once more, you can feel a part of yourself disappears. The warmth you felt from him was no more, instead what you felt was pleasure—accompanied by a sense of sadness.

You can feel tears hitting your cheek and you look up to see your big brother crying, while also trying to maintain a stable composure.

"I don't want to lose you." he sobs out as you reach for his cheek to caress the soft flesh. He leans into your soft touch with reluctance, so hesitant to show a moment of vulnerablity to everyone except for you.

"I can't lose you, please don't leave me as everyone did. You're not— you're not the source of anyone's misery, I didn't believe it when you were called unlucky. Because to me— you're the very thing that made me so happy, I want to be with you forever. I don't care if everyone else leave me."

You smile—not because you find this situation comforting, because it was so incredibly hysterical that he depended on you as much as you depended on him.

Once he's faced with your smile, he loses his composure and spills his seed in your womb while hiding his face in your neck again.

"I don't care how many nightmares I have from that night, I don't care if everyone blames you for our parent's death. All I want to be is with you."

That's when you realize, he is stuck with you just as you were stuck with him.

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inuyashaluver · 6 months

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pranks - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which you love to prank your girlfriend

warnings: quite long and random honestly hehe, swearing

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if there was one thing to know about your girlfriend, leah williamson - it was that she didn’t like to be the butt of a joke. and if there was one thing to know about you, you loved to make her the butt of jokes - in the nicest way possible.

you were notorious for being a bit of a prankster, both on and off the pitch. whether it was just pranking your teammates or tricking the opposition on the pitch, the one word your girlfriend would use to describe you as was cheeky.

one thing about you is that you’re going to prank and scare your girlfriend. it’s your job to keep her on her toes. leah doesn’t agree, you give this girl a heart attack almost everyday but she can’t help but love you and honestly couldn’t hold a grudge.

leah drove you both to training one day, as soon as the car came to a stop, you gave her a sloppy kiss and ran out of the car into the training facility. you, leaving your girlfriend utterly confused at your sudden enthusiasm for training, considering how an hour prior to this, she had to drag you out of bed and had to dress you herself because you were unbothered.

if only leah knew what you had planned. you were hiding behind a bush with a scary mask on. ridiculous you knew, but something was so satisfying about seeing your big, strong girlfriend clutching her chest at none other than you.

everyone was in on your plan, finding it funny that you were still obsessed with your pranks - something that your national teammates knew from the youth camps.

leah was walking out to the pitch with keira and georgia, lightly chattering about random subjects. leah couldn’t find you anywhere, slightly upset that her training buddy was nowhere to be seen. as you heard their footsteps approaching, you leapt out in front of them.

leah jumps backwards, clutching her chest and struggling to breathe, dropping her water bottle in the process. she slouches over, head looking down at the floor with her hands on her knees.

“oh my god that scared the shit out of me” she exhales, meanwhile, you, georgia and keira were giggling like school children at your girlfriend’s hunched form.

she stands up straight with her hands on her hips looking down at you, mask still clad on your face.

“my baby girl,” she smiles scarily at you, “you have 5 seconds to start running”

“baby, no-” she was going to get you for this. her stern glare felt even through the mask

“baby, yes, 5-”

you start sprinting immediately, ripping the mask off in the process, you dart towards the pitch and see millie standing there talking to mary. you jump on her back,

“brighty! save me please” you breathe, watching leah stride over to you, stern face prominent on her features and hands behind her back.

“millie, drop her on the ground for me” leah smiles,

you wrap your arms tighter around the defender’s neck. shaking your head frantically.

“you’re kinda choking me, love” millie places a hand on your arm

“millie, she’s going to kill me, please!” you plead

“millie” leah tries again, “captain’s orders”

millie visibly tenses, dropping her hand from your arm.

“sorry, love” millie places you on the ground, you’ve never looked so small in your life - leah thinks.

you immediately start running again, leah quickly catching up to you and slamming you to the ground.

you’re on your back while leah straddles your waist.

“hey, I like this position” you wink at her, trying to diffuse the situation. leah can’t help but grin at your comment, she grabs both of your hands in one of hers and places them above your head, your breath hitches as she mischievously smirks at you. you were in for it.

she reveals the water bottle in her hand, holding it above your head.

“baby, no!” you plead, she mockingly pouts at you,

“baby girl, you know I don’t like to be the butt of jokes” she tutts, you try and give her your best puppy dog face, she almost gives in but knows she needs to stay strong. she squeezes the entire contents of her bottle onto your top half, completely drenching your shirt. you gasp as the cold water makes contact with your skin.

“you just had to have fucking ice water, didn’t you, williamson?” you glare at her,

“you just had to scare me, didn’t you, (y/l/n)?” she retorts, moving to give you a peck on your lips.

“our actions have consequences, beautiful”

you watch as she moves off your body, pulling you up on your feet with her.

she takes in your appearance, your shirt completely drenched and hair slightly damp from her water bomb. she lets out a small giggle and a wolf whistle as you rip the shirt from your body and throw it at her.

“very hot, baby. my cheeky girl,” she winks, you shake your head at her before running to the change room in need of another shirt.

leah had forgiven you, both of you returning to your lovie dovie state. hugging each other from behind, exchanging small kisses and whispering sweet nothings to each other. absolute bliss and you just have to disrupt the peace.

—

you were lined up for training drills. leah in front of you in the line. the ball was lined up for her to kick, as she ran up to connect the ball with her foot, you from behind kicked it first, meaning she kicked nothing.

everyone bellows out in laughter, you were on the floor, laughing so hard, tears were brought to your eyes. leah, returning to her ‘hands on the hip captain’s stance’, she poked her cheek with her tongue. exhaling a small scoff as she watched you rolling on the floor laughing. she immediately moves on top of you, settling her entire weight on you, tickling your sides - prompting you to laugh even harder.

leah was smiling at you full of adoration as your laughter infiltrated her ears. one of her favourite sounds in the world. she got off you and pulled you up once again, this time pulling you into a headlock but places a sweet kiss on the crown of your head.

“you’re a little shit, you know that?”

“yeah, but you love me” you teased

“yeah, I do” she grins, “turning me soft I think, how on earth do I put up with you?” she lets go of you, but not without placing another sweet kiss on your lips. you smile up at her, lightly squeezing her bicep.

one day, you decided to show your girlfriend just how much she meant to you. being awfully spontaneous and deciding to get georgia to tattoo your wrist with a small ‘L. W’.

you enter your shared flat, finding leah lying on the couch watching mindless television. you flop down on top of her and she giggles.

“hey, baby, you alright?” she gently traces shapes on your back, under your (her) hoodie.

“hi” you muffle out in her neck. you move up to straddle her waist on the couch

“I have a little surprise for you” you smile down at her, she slightly moves up, balancing on her elbows while maintaining eye contact with you - looking for any trace of mischief.

“go on then” she nods her head at you in encouragement. you lift up the sleeve of the hoodie and she spots cling wrap around your wrist. she sits up fully this time, you slightly being moved down in the process. she had been trying to convince you to get tattoos ever since she got her own - every time you declined, as you felt you had nothing special to get tattooed on you (lie - you just wanted to surprise leah)

“you’re lying” she gasps, not even looking at what your tattoo was yet. still shocked you actually got a tattoo at all. you shake your head at her and she gently grabs your wrist in her hands, gasping when she saw her initials. tears began to brew in her eyes,

“if this is another one of your fucking pranks, so help me-”

“no, baby! it’s real!” you exclaim, tears forming in your own eyes. “I just wanted to show you a token of my appreciation for putting up with my bullshit”

“I’m a saint, aren’t I?” she lets out a wet laugh, tears rolling down her cheeks

“you really are”, you kiss her tears away, she pulls you into a searing kiss, you absentmindedly rub your thumb on her ‘lover’ tattoo, knowing it was dedicated to you.

“i love you” you grin at her,

“i love you too, my cheeky girl” she lightly pinches your cheek.

the next day, leah had a matching tattoo on her wrist, your initials plastered on her skin. sure you were a prankster, but god did you love each other

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just pretend it’s you - mwah x ily kei

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greenhappyseed · 6 months

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MHA 407 leak reactions

IT’S AFO/OFA BACKSTORY TIME!!! And buckle up for more history of quirks!!!

We open the chapter with a diseased, pregnant prostitute. Very Les Miserables.

She gives birth to twins (AFO and Yoichi) by a river and dies. The water’s current takes the babies away. Very Romulus and Remus.

The mice/rats make their return, eh? Remember Overhaul’s theory? And the experiments he does on mice to better understand Eri’s quirk?

A year later, the glowing baby is born, meaning AFO was born before the glowing baby.

Unfortunately, the publicity surrounding the glowing baby led to anti-quirk extremists, who targeted a young AFO. They think he is diseased and call him an “orphan of the paranormal”… so he kills them using the spike quirk he stole from his mom shortly after his birth. (Fun that AFO was keeping tabs on Overhaul, and he now aligns himself with the PLF, an extremist group that believes in quirk supremacy.)

Child AFO is a total asshat. He stole his mother’s nutrients, killing her and nearly killing his twin, Yoichi. He stole his mother’s quirk. He killed and attacked numerous people. He believes the world belongs to him. Meanwhile, Yoichi throws things at AFO to make him stop, just like young Toshi and his metal pipe. In response, AFO kicks his brother. The narration explains AFO kept Yoichi around as one of his “things.”

(Yeah, I’m not seeing brotherly love here you guys)

More tiny Yoichi reading his tiny comics, woohoo!! They really influence his thinking and make him believe AFO has some goodness in him, somewhere. AFO read some of the comics, and his takeaway was pretty much the exact opposite. Crazy to think the course of events could have been different if AFO said, “Can I read that?” and Yoichi said, “DON’T TOUCH MY STUFF!!!”

But then it turns out AFO killed the glowing baby and stole his quirk because AFO was jealous the glowing one had a higher follower count and held the title of “the first” when he wasn’t. The glowing baby had become a soldier fighting for peace, with millions of followers, and AFO just couldn’t let that stand.

HOLY SHIT, SECOND (KUDO) TOOK YOICHI’S HAND AND RAN FROM THE VAULT; AFO LOPPED OFF YOICHI’S HAND IN RETURN. AFO yells, “Why are you running? I just gave you power!” and then “If you’re not mine, then you don’t…” AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE JUST WANTS HIS TOYS BACK!!!!!

AFO doesn’t seem to know who Kudo is at this point in time. I wonder though if Kudo is one of the glowing baby’s followers, and that’s why Kudo wanted to take down AFO so badly. I also wonder if there’s a time slip between Yoichi and Kudo escaping the vault and AFO choking Kudo, or if the events all happen one right after the other.

I assume Third is there somewhere too, since he was right there with Kudo when rescuing Yoichi.

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 407 #mha 407 #Yoichi #all for one #AFO #tiny Yoichi reads tiny comics #glowing baby #overhaul #mha overhaul #Kai chisaki #second ofa user #2nd OFA user

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rileyweb · 26 days

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i have a girlfriend!

he's drunk and doesn't recognize you.

characters: neuvillette, alhaitham.⠀|⠀gn!reader, despite the title.

knowing fontaine's "secrets" well, you became worried when you saw the sky closing in with gray clouds. before you could even think about going to palais mermonia, sedene was already tugging at your clothes while trying to catch her breath.

"it's urgent!" she didn't wait for you to ask anything, grabbing your hand and pulling you to catch the next aquabus.

the journey was agonizing, and your anxiety was making you want to pull your hair out. fortunately, sedene decided to explain the situation to calm your nerves.

"monsieur neuvilette bought some strange drink from snezhnaya and then became all weird! he wouldn't let anyone touch him, even lady furina was kicked out of the office!" although not exactly a pleasant occurrence, it was still a bit less worse than anything you had imagined before.

"finally!" furina yelled as soon as she saw you passing through the door. "took you long enough! sedene, did you explain that it was urgent?!"

while the melusine tried to explain herself, you sat down in one of the chairs, but both immediately stopped arguing and pointed in your direction. "now is not the time to sit down, you have to go talk to monsieur neuvillette!"

you sighed and stood up, heading towards your husband's office and knocking on the door, but no response was obtained. With no chance to turn back, furina quickly opened the door and pushed you inside. "you—argh."

no matter how close you were, invading the iudex's workspace was on the list of things you'd rather not do.

"ahem, i apologize for the inconvenience but i am not receiving visitors today." neuvillette spoke without lifting his head to see who had entered the room. he was covering his face with his hand, but you noticed that his cheeks seemed to have more color than usual.

a laugh escaped your lips, and instead of leaving as the iudex wished, you did the opposite and approached his desk, passing by it and going to him to try to lift him from the chair. the offended expression he made was new to you, but it didn't stop you from continuing.

"come on, i'll take you back home. palais mermonia won't collapse overnight just because you left it for a single day." neuvillette stood up without warning, roughly removing your hands from his arm.

"please, don't make me call the gardes." he pleaded, and you actually considered leaving, but seeing him stumbling over his own feet as he moved away from you, you changed your decision. you tried to hold him again to support his body. "what are you doing?!"

"taking you home." you replied, dragging him to the nearest couch, and after making him sit down and stay quiet, you stepped away to search for evidence of the crime on his desk. there was a bottle with letters that you already recognized from afar to be from snezhnaya, but just below the name, there were in tiny letters the name 'fire-water'.

you wanted to laugh at the situation, it was tragic and funny at the same time. and meanwhile, neuvillette still seemed bothered by your presence. "i am not going anywhere."

neuvillette ran his hand through his hair, in a failed attempt to alleviate the heat he was feeling, and like a good partner, you approached to help him undo part of his clothing. "stay away!"

you took a step back at his unexpected shout, body frozen in confusion.

"your actions could very well be brought to court for invasion, harassment, and offense to a judicial officer." it was already starting to stress you out, especially his stubbornness and inability to recognize his own partner.

"okay, okay. i am sorry, monsieur neuvillette, i was just following orders to take you back home, since you don't seem to be sober."

"i am sober. now leave, please." he grumbled, and before you could insist further, he continued. "imagine what my beloved would think seeing a stranger dropping me off at the door."

"oh, really? but don't worry, they won't even know, monsieur." your laugh was not contained this time, and the response to it was a furious glare from neuvillette.

"excuse me?!" he was outraged by your comment. "they will know, i will tell them everything! about your– your–"

you took a deep breath and went to the door, opening it slightly and seeing sedene and furina waiting anxiously for a result. "i'll leave."

"b-but what about monsieur? you're not thinking of leaving him alone here in this state, are you?!"

alhaitham isn't someone who usually drinks to the point of getting drunk. when he drinks, he hardly ever overdoes, at most having a glass or two. however, somehow, cyno and kaveh managed to get him to drink a little more while they were playing, which surprised you more than seeing him drunk. the result was you being called at midnight by the bartender to come and get him.

when you arrived, the place was quite empty, with only your boyfriend and the staff cleaning the tables remaining in the establishment. he was staring at the ceiling, blinking so slowly that you swore he would fall asleep right there.

upon hearing your footsteps, he straightened up and stood up, seemingly waking up from his trance. you expected him to come to you, but instead, he just kept walking straight towards the exit. your hand grabbed his arm, and he just tilted his head and stared at you. "yes?"

"you're not thinking of going home alone, are you?" he arched an eyebrow, remaining silent. his expression was one of displeasure, and you couldn't tell if it was because you were stopping him from leaving or just sleepiness. "i came to get you, alhaitham."

"i can go alone. excuse me." before you could open your mouth to say something, the scribe had already let go of you, resuming the path he was on.

for a second, you were upset and thought about leaving him alone anyway, but seeing him stumble over his own feet and grab onto the door, you ran to his side again. and instead of gratitude, you received only a grumble.

"i don't know if your culture is different, but in mine, chasing after a committed man is seen negatively." alhaitham said sharply. you rolled your eyes, putting his arm over your shoulder.

"archons..." he tried to pull away, but you held him. "ugh, i need to have a serious talk with kaveh and cyno tomorrow."

despite continuing to complain — being more talkative than you ever imagined he could be, the scribe stopped trying to get away or push you and accepted the reality that his balance was impaired after the alcohol.

after the long way, you finally arrived at your house. as exhausted as you were at that hour, it was better, since no one was awake to see the akademiya's scribe in that state.

"you can go now–" he was interrupted by the sound of your keys as you opened the door. alhaitham narrowed his eyes, entering the house, but not understanding how you had the keys to his partner's house. "if you're thinking of saying something to my–"

oh, how you missed when he would stay quiet for hours. "alright! that's enough for today. go to sleep, please." your boyfriend gave you a glare. it was going to be a complicated night.

#genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #neuvilette x you #al haitam x reader #alhaitham x y/n

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jayssluttywife · 1 month

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Academic Rivals: An Unlocked Drawer| p.sh rival!reader x rival!sunghoon

request>> its a bit long but tysm(!) to the anon who sent it, i was planning on smth for hoon but tysm for the idea<3

authors note>> ik i haven't posted in a while but somehow we gained another 100 followers overnight?! guys tysmmmm<3

minors do NOT read or interact (please)

"your grades have dropped drastically, I thought you were better than that", your teacher scolded. "I really want to help you so" you looked curious as your teacher stopped talking. "I got you a tutor, I think you know him". She walks toward the door revealing the presence of one and only,

Park Sunghoon.

He had a big smirk, entering the room and facing you. Your teacher thins her lips in a reassuring smile,"Ill leave you two to it then", she spoke, gathering her books and leaving before you could stop her. You look up at him, a pout of hatred and anger plastered on your face. You lightly roll your eyes as he bends to your height. Telling him your address with a quick 'dont be late', before turning on your heel to leave.

And thats how you got here now, bored and revising things that you never even knew existed. He stops talking, causing you to look up at him as if you knew he was going to say something off-topic. "Got any snacks?" he asks, smiling as you reluctantly stand up, letting out an annoyed sigh. You walk out of the room, unintentionally swaying your hips.

Sunghoon's gaze moves from your back to your ass. Your small shorts barely cover any of your flesh. He bites his lip, forcing his eyes away from the sight. You on the other hand are struggling to get the snacks for the top shelf (lmao) 'how did they even get there?' you think. You can't find anything decent to give him, so you make popcorn instead.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon looked around your room. It was filled with small pictures of yourself on beaches and small revision notes. His eyes were slowly drawn to small drawers, the middle draw with a black silk bow on the handle. It had a lock, but when he realised it was slightly opened, it made him more curious as to what was inside. Maybe it was some weird cringy 'dear diary' or childish photos.

In fact, it was the opposite. It was full of different sex toys, ones he never expected you would own, or even know of.

Instead of being disgusted, he bit his lip, never knowing that you were this filthy and dirty. He loved this, so many lewd thoughts ran through his mind. Imagining how you would twitch around the toy, letting out small moans and whines, oh he wanted you so bad.

He grabbed a small vibrator turning it on and seeing the small bud move made him smirk. There was also a small matching remote, a setting to speed and slow down the vibrations. He grabbed it and put it in his pocket, waiting for you to return.

You finally enter the room, your shirt exposing your waist as you were reaching for the top cupboard earlier. You place the popcorn in front of him and sit down. "There were no snacks so I had to make popcorn"

"Try it for me, please?" you watch as he takes one in his hand. His eyes never leave yours ashe puts the piece in his mouth. You gulp down the horniness building up in you, ignoring the wet patch forming between your legs. "Its alright" he answers, breaking your thoughts.

You turn back to your book but his deep voice stops you. "I think you forgot to lock something" he starts as your eyes connect to his, not understanding him. He pushes the chair back on its wheels, pulling the draw with him.

Your eyes widen as he reveals what you had thoughtg you locked before. You start to stutter an explanation but before you could protest, he pulls you towards him. "youre just as filthy as i thought you were" his breath blows on your face and he lets out a breathy laugh as you dont respond. "Couldve just asked me to fuck you" he taunts in your ear, his breath tickling down your neck.

"You want a cock don't you?" He mocks you, pouting as you slightly nod. "Get up for me then" you immediately get up like an eager puppy, ready to do anything for him. You watch as he pulls down his jeans, revealing his revealing his pink, leaking cock.

And look at you know, all on top of him and trembling as the small vibrator sped up again. "C'mon then, next question," he smiles as you still try your best to focus. You have sweat running down your neck, back, forehead, everywhere possible. "I-is is 52?"

He chuckles softly, "wrong baby" he coos. You start to sob again. "Sunghoon, t-too much!" he laughs as your body jolts to him adding the speed. "c'mon next one". This question was way more easier so you finally (estupido) got it right. "please let me cum sunghoon- please!" You can feel him thrusting up into you, it feels overwhelming but its just so good.

You can feel his dick hitting so high into those spongey spots no one has hit before. Even when you looked down, you could see the bulge in your belly which only made you moan more. "Hold it in a little longer baby" but you couldnt hear him anymore. Your eyes were at the back of your head at every thrust he did.

"Please sunghoon!" he sighs loudly, finally giving you a reassuring hum. As if you could hold it any longer, you feel your orgasm rain over you. Both yours and sunghoons liquid mix down your thighs.

♡

small aftercare~

Your in the bath with sunghoon bent over to your level and scrubbing your sore plush body. "Want to do this again?" your eyes grow bigger in plead but he just giggles lightly.

"Sure"

took me so long, i apologise

#enha x reader #enhypen #enhyphen hard thoughts #enhyphen x reader #enhypen smut #enhyphen sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon

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bunwritesss · 9 months

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Bloody Hug

Summary: Daryl snapped at you. For the first time ever. And for the first time, he was the cause of your tears (Daryl x Crybaby!Reader)

Genre : Angst 💔; Hurt/Comfort ❤️‍🩹

A/N: Here's my attempt at writing Daryl being mad at Reader! 💕 Hope you'll enjoy it! <3

As always when he was angry, Daryl did not think before he spoke. You had just returned from a mission, where one small mistake almost got you killed, and Glenn had accidentally told it to the whole group. You were not mad at him, you knew the boy did not think before he spoke either.

They all watched in silence as your eyes welled up with tears, as your bottom lip started to quiver. And as a shocked sob escaped your lips, you ran away to your cell.

And Daryl saw red. You were the only person left from his ''before the outbreak life'', after Merle's death. He had known you for years, which is why he did not want you to go on that run in the first place. Although you knew how to fight and how to handle yourself, you were clumsy. He had prevented you from tripping over your own feet countless times before, and hoped to save you again for years. Which is something he would not be able to do if you died slipping on a wet rag on the floor, as you fucking did today.

And his words stung even more than the bruises forming on your thighs. He had call you ''fucking dumb'' and ''inconscient'' and ''a fucking child'', your eyes widening in hurt as he yelled. And no one dared opening their mouths during his angry speech, too stunned to say anything, shocked to see him being this rude to you. You, the only person he was soft to.

Daryl was used to seeing you cry, because you were his polar opposite. You had always been a really expressive person, shedding tears every time you felt too happy or too sad, while he tended to hide his feelings when he was hurt. But even though he was familiar with your tears, he had never been the cause of them before. And it did not feel good. Maggie had glared at him, following your steps while everyone else stood there, staring awkwardly. He had told them all to ''fuck off'', retreating into the forest, as he did every time he felt bad.

Meanwhile, Maggie had followed you into your cell, softly holding you against her as you cried, head on her shoulder. She had always been kind and patient with you, and you were sure it was because you reminded her of Beth.

'He's just bein' a jerk, he does not think what he said, hon.' She said, wiping your tears with her thumbs.

You nodded, still sniffling.

'Do you think he'll stay mad for long?' You managed to ask, your voice raspy.

'If you had seen his look when you started to cry... I'm sure he feels bad, now.'

You would forever be grateful for Maggie, Glenn, Beth, Lori and Carol, who had listened to you cry with an infinite patience since it all began. And even though you had made sure to return the favor, being especially present for Carol when Laura was missing, and supporting them all during their problems, you could not help but feel guilty for being the one who needed to be comforted the most.

Maggie smiled at you, shaking her head no.

She cupped your face with her hands, her eyes into yours.

Maggie got up, her eyes still on you.

'And don't you dare feel bad because it was not your fault. He is just mad because he doesn't want to lose you. We all made stupid mistakes, I'm just glad you didn't break anything.'

'Well, I broke my dignity, and my ass is all bruised now.' You muttered, making her laugh.

'Maybe this'll help you remember to watch where you put your feet.' She teased you, and you rolled your eyes, a tiny smile appearing on your lips.

'Why don't you try and get some rest, hon? I'm on watch duty this afternoon, but I'll make sure to come back to check on you. Want me to ask Beth to keep you company?'

You shook your head no.

'Don't bother her, the run tired me out, I'm gonna sleep all afternoon.'

You had been friends for such a long time that thinking he only pretended to like you was stupid, but he seemed so sincere... You spent hours rewatching your conversation in your head. Beth came twice, once to make sure you stopped crying, and once to bring you some oatmeal you left on the cardboard box you used as a bedside table. Carol came as well, calming your nerves with her wise words. And promising you she would give Daryl a piece of her mind. She ended the conversation by squeezing your hand, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

She smiled softly, not believing you. Daryl being mad at you was a big fear of yours, and you were both well-aware of that. She did not say anything though, leaving you on your own to process your emotions.

You did not even try to fall asleep. You knew you would not be able to do so while knowing someone was mad at you. Especially Daryl. So you stayed there, fidgeting with your knife. Although you knew he had only yelled because he was scared for your well-being, you kept thinking about his venomous words. Did he think you were childish? Dumb? Did he even like you or did he feel like he had to protect you because you were the only one he knew before everything went wrong?

And after a while...He arrived.

You were sitting on your bed, eyes on the wall as you were reassuring yourself that you were not weak, that you knew how to fight and was a valuable member of the team, when your thoughts were interrupted by a grunt. You did not need to move your eyes from the wall to know it was Daryl.

'I don't want to talk to you.' You said, crossing your arms against your chest.

You ignored the fact it was a childish move, keeping your eyes away from him.

You finally met his eyes, scrunshing your nose in disgust when you noticed he was covered in walker guts. Yeah, he was definitely not allowed in your room...

'I'm sorry.' He simply said, and you knew it was already a big step for him. He usually did not say sorry, he only brought a trinket from his run.

'You were an ass.'

'I'm sorry.' He repeated, still at the entrance, waiting for you to invite him in.

'You know I hate people yelling at me.' You stated, your voice a bit more high-pitched than you intended. 'And you knew exactly what to say to hurt me. And you did it anyway. You wanted to make me sad.'

If you had not spent half of your afternoon crying about what happened, you probably would be crying now. But you were too exhausted to cry. He sighed, not knowing what to say. After all, he was used to making you feel better when someone else made you cry. He had no idea how to make things better.

He sighed.

'Yer too damn clumsy to go on runs.' He started, and he immediatly noticed your glare.

'Your apology sucks Daryl.'

You brought your knees to your chest, and he lowered his eyes to the tissues near your bed, a guilty look on his face. You did not try to make him feel better, you were still mad he yelled at you.

'I told you countless times I hated being yelled at.'

'I'm sorry.' You got three sorry in one apology, which was three more than literally anyone else in the group. 'But hearing Glenn talking about how ya almost died... And you laughed, as if-'

'I laughed because it was a stupid mistake, Daryl.' You said with a soft voice.

'I know you're scared when I am away. I am terrified when you're hunting, or on runs too.' You continued. 'But that does not give you the right to yell at me when I make a mistake. I tripped on something, that does not make me dumb, or inconscient... or childish. And I am mostly mad at you because I already told you how much I hate being compared to a child, just because I cry more than you all. You used this against me, and I am mad at you for that.'

You had managed to keep your voice steady, which was a huge success.

'I'm sorry I said these stupid things, didn't mean to hurt ya. I just... Seeing ya laugh as if I didn't almost lose ya...'

You nodded, softening as you noticed he was beating himself up.

'I forgive you.'

His eyes went up to you and you gave him a small smile.

'But if you ever yell at me like that again I will not.'

You both knew it was a lie. You forgave people just as much as you tripped on air. It was one of the personality traits that made Daryl so protective of you. But he nodded anyway, pretending to ignore this fact, a relieved look on his face. And seeing how relieved he was made you forget all of your anger. You rose from your bed, opening your arms for a hug. He shook his head no.

He rolled his eyes at the pun, but embraced you anyway, his arms around you. Your clothes would definitely be stained forever, but you needed the hug.

'I'm gonna stain yer clothes.'

'I don't care, you made me cry and I deserve a bloody hug now.'

You smiled.

'Did Carol yell at you?' You asked against him, and felt him nod.

'She threatened to slash my tires if I ever made ya cry again.'

'Remind me to thank her.'

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #twd #twd angst

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speedycoffeedelight · 2 months

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An Animalistic Disaster

Summery:You find yourself in a bit of a tight spot...

Masterlist

CH-13: A small problem arises

Charlie's scream brought Vaggie and Pentious in the room as they stood there agape as well.

'What's with all the ruckus around here?' Alastor said as he stepped inside the cabin again for the second time. 'Niffty's human again!' Pentious answered from your door looking back at Alastor.

Alastor quickly peeked into the room over Vaggie's shoulder.

Indeed there was Niffty, who now had much more humane appearance being held by you. She had short light brown hair with red hues which were all damp and wet. On top of her milkish white skin was a pair of light yellow eyes blinking at you, not knowing what just happened while holding onto your shoulder.

She also had her old maid uniform on. But there was a tiny hole behind her dress where a small dog tail was poking out and she had a pair of dog ears as well. Despite her small frame, she was still an adult. But you kept holding her up like she weighted nothing.

After your eyes adjusted finally you slowly opened your eyes. "Niffty..?" You choked out. You were surprised to find yourself holding onto a human, well almost a human girl instead of the cute puppy of a few seconds ago.

"Oh my god Niffty you became human too!" Charlie sequeled as she ran over to you both. As she was talking about Niffty's new look to her you felt water droplets fall on your chest. Looking down you realised you may have been holding Niffty for quite a while and water from her hair was falling on you. You decided to put her down as others came to examine Niffty's new form.

"Niffty you have dog ears! How cute!" Charlie squealed as she leaned down to her level. Alastor came close to Niffty, taking in her new form.

'Niffty, dear, tell me exactly what you were doing before you turned into this. Spare no details' Alastor quickly inquired as soon as he stepped inside the room.

"Let the girl breathe Alastor. She just turned human, let her get used to her form first" Vaggie stepped in front of her.

"Niffty you feel any different?" You asked crouching down to her height.

"No I don't think so? But I can clean properly now! There are some spots I couldn't reach as a dog. I'm coming for those now!" She ended with a creepy laugh as she sprinted to finally clean with proper stuffs.

You nervously laughed looking at her. "At least she's making the best of her form" you stood up.

'Sooo, Charlie ...' Angel began to speak .

'As of so far about turning into human, the timing is from when you come here right?'

"Seems like it for now yeah! Why?" Charlie asked turning to face the spider. Meanwhile you grabbed a new loose t-shirt and shorts and went to take a quick shower in the bathroom.

'That means I'm next right? Haha,fuck yeah! Can't wait to finally get out of this shitty spider body!' Angel said celebrating by himself.

'Hold on that means I'm last! Fucking great..' Cherri looked the exact opposite of Angel dust.

'Heh don't worry toots, I'll personally carry you around when I become human again.'

'oh fuck off'

When you came out of the shower, you were faced with Niffty literally zooming from place to place with a duster and big ass needle, that gods knows where she found from, cleaning your place up. You could appreciate her enthusiasm. At least you don't have to worry about cleaning your cabin any longer.

"Hey (Y/n), could we borrow some of your clothes?" Vaggie asked standing beside you. "Me and Charlie wanted to take a shower if you don't mind but we don't really have other cloths..."

"Oh yes please go ahead!" You quickly reassured her. "Choose whichever you'd like, please. Most of my clothes are kinda oversized since they're most comfortable to wear. But I have some tight fitted ones of my own size too. You should be able to find the ones that fit you "

"Thank you, we'll go pick some out then" Vaggie smiled at you as she went to fetch Charlie and get the cloths. You went outside at your balcony as you sipped on

some coffee and scrolled through twitter.

"They're gonna sell trading cards now?" You were wide eyed looking at the video that the Hazbin hotel twitter account just posted. "There's keychains and literal key too!! Ahhh I want it! I want it so bad!"

But your wallet was practically crying. If you were to buy those right now, it might be hard to even last the week. Especially since there are three new people in the house. Your next paycheck should come after this week was over.

There was another thing to consider, if all of the cast turned human, you might not have enough money to feed all of them. Something needs to be done so at least you all don't starve. So it was a bit of a problem.

You headed back inside so you could call for a meeting. You found Charlie and Vaggie drying their hair in your room. Vaggie wore a oversized hoodie of yours with shorts and Charlie wore one of your dresses. Your heart practically swooned at the sight of them wearing your cloths. Was this the reason people in relationship steal each others cloths so much?

You explained the situation to Vaggie who quickly gathered the other animals and Niffty. You sat on your bed and explained your concerns. Vaggie volunteered to translate for the animals.

"We really need to find a way to make more money. My salary might be enough to somehow feed three to four people at best. But not about eight of you"

'What if we attacked drunks and perverts in the streets and took their money? We would be keeping the streets clean AND get the money we need' Alastor suggested.

"Are you fucking nuts? No way we're doing that!" Vaggie screamed.

"Wait what did he say?" You asked confused looking at both of them.

"Oh he said if we could kill people and take their money" Niffty answered for you while swinging her feet from the bed.

"What the- noo!" This time you screamed looking at Alastor. "Can you not about think anything except hurting others?"

'You are the one who asked us for our suggestion'

'What if you guys become stripper's instead? It pays good money~'

"I don't think I'd be comfortable with that Angel..." Charlie nervously laughed.

After a lot more talking and presenting ideas and erasing them, Pentious finally spoke up.

'What if Charlie and Vaggie gets a job here?'

Vaggie translated it for you. "Job huh..that might be the best but where could you guys work around here without any papers.." you mumbled by yourself. "Not to mention Charlie's horns and Vaggie's antenna's on the head."

"Oh oh I could make something at home with my sewing if you'd like! Then we can go sell it!" Niffty chipped in.

'And I could create new gadgetsss when I become human! No doubt people will go crazy with the inventionss made by the great Sir Pentiousss!'

You smiled after you heard Niffty and Vaggie translated Pentious's words. "Yes that could work as well. Nice thinking both of you"

"As for the rest of you, we'll decide once you become human. For now we'll focus on getting Charlie or Vaggie to work so the load lessens a bit. Though it'll be hard finding a place that doesn't require any paperworks or something.."

You scratched your chin, deep in thought. Suddenly you remembered about a certain someone.

"I think I know just who to call for a little help to get through. But I really would rather not call her without an emergency." You sighed.

"Oh who is it (Y/n)?" Charlie asked with curiosity.

"My cousin, Melody." You said looking at the phone. "It's been some time since I last talked with her." You said sadly.

'Do you have an issue going on that girl or something?' Husk asked from the chair he was sitting and Niffty translated it for you.

"No no, not at all. It's the opposite in fact. I see her as my little sister and we basically grew up together "

"Then what's the matter?" Vaggie was confused with you answer. "Why didn't you call her all this time?"

"Her parents hate me. So I try not to call her as much so she doesn't get in any trouble. But I think a call is long overdue by now" you dialed up the number and exhaled trying to prepare yourself. "I'll be right back after the call" You said while moving out to the balcony and calling her.

'Why would anyone hate someone so sssweet as her?' Pentious said as he looked at all of them.

"I know right? She has been taking care of us all these time and she's practically an angel!" Charlie exclaimed.

'Now now Charlie, don't go jumping to conclusions just yet. We haven't seen all of her. Who knows what she's hiding in her past.' Alastor said with a grin. 'There must be some reason for this'

'Even though I hate to admit it, this fucker might be right. Don't get all high horse about her now. We barely know her properly.' Husk looked away and lied down on the chair and curled up facing away from everyone.

"Let's not all get hasty. We should wait for her to come back and hear from her what happened" Vaggie tried to stay neutral about all these as she looked in the direction of the balcony.

Melody didn't pick up the first call. But she picked the second. With your heart pounding you asked softly first like you always do.

"Hey is this a good time?"

This was to ensure your aunt, uncle or her dreaded brother weren't nearby to stir up trouble for Melody. You smiled when she said yes in a overjoyed tone.

"Yes it is! Skylar got in trouble for drinking last night and mom and dad's letting him have it. They won't be here for some time. And why haven't you called all this time?? I missed you!"

You smiled gently hearing she still misses you. And it looked like her brother was being a pain in the ass as usual.

"Isn't that guy like 15 or something? Anyway, I'm sorry for not calling you Mel, I was afraid of getting you in trouble.. "

"Girl stop worrying about me! I'll handle them one way or another. But I suppose you had a reason for calling me now hm?"

You felt guilt travelling through your entire body to reconsider your decision to ask her for help.

"Yes I actually did..but let me hear about how your life's been so far! Tell me all the gossips!"

"Hm,sure then. There was this guy...."

Melody talked about a guy she has a crush on, how her parents are overpressuring her with their expectations to a new shitty series she just started watching. You both laughed and joked just like old times. It was almost enough to make you forget about the whole deal.

"And the story's so fucking boring too like god you won't believe! Bitch at least have interesting characters! Oh and anyways what was the thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

"I was hoping you could lend me some money... I'm kinda in a tight spot recently after I bought the new cabin. I'll repay you don't worry -" you got cut off from her answering.

"Shut up, not a another word from you! Take as much as you need and don't worry about paying!"

"But-"

"No buts!" Melody's voice became a bit softer. "You never really ask me for anything. You're always the one helping me out since we were little. Let me have this at least (Y/n)"

"Alright...and who says you don't do anything?" You said with small smile creeping on your face.

After a bit more talking you told her a decent amount of money that you needed in case of emergency. You made sure to not ask more then you might need. After a few seconds of cutting the call, you got a notification saying the money has been transferred.

You went back inside with a smile on your face. "I got the money guys! We don't need to worry about starving for now." You happily announced at the lot.

"That's great to hear! Also (Y/n) some of us was a little curious about what you said before, of your aunt's and uncle not liking you.." Charlie said looking at Alastor and Husk especially.

"Oh yeah about that......" You sighed. You were unsure on how to present the story to them.

"So when I was six.."

A.N: This was a rather mild chap but it needed to be done to get rid of some questions people might have in future.

Also I'm making their human apparences based on their ethnicity and fanart I find online and add my own little twist there. So everything might not be entirely accurate.

Which show you guys think Melody was watching? 🤔🤔

Tagging: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150

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cinnnamongrl · 11 months

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sorority secrets- ellie williams (part 3)

pairing: college!ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: part 3 to this fic. you can find part 2 here.

warnings: [18+ MDNI] explicit language, top!ellie, bottom!reader, semi-public sex (sexual acts while other people are (unaware) in the room) (i’m sorry) (no i’m not) fingering (r!receiving) dirty talk, praise, bit of degradation, those are your warnings, if u don’t like, click away 🤺

author’s note: part 3 (of 5) ;0 enjoy ;)

three loud raps at ellie’s door. she pulled away and stared at you, mind working. “don’t you wanna get that?” you questioned. “nuh uh, wanna keep kissing you” her mouth was back on yours, quickly falling back into that eager pace. 2 more bangs, even louder “ELLIE!”.

“motherfucker” ellie got up and walked to her door, meanwhile you straightened out your top and tried to position yourself to sit casually on her bed. the door opened and brittney strode in, hand on hip. “you’re not answering your phone.” she stated. “yeah i’m” ellie’s eyes darted towards you, “busy.” brittney looked at you. then looked at ellie. then rolled her eyes. “whatever. theres a mandatory eta event in 15 minutes. fuckin’ emilia was supposed to tell everyone.” “event?” you questioned. “it’s for charity. a car wash…” she seemed hesitant. a car wash doesn’t sound very sorority-like. “a bikini car wash.” there it is. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” ellie spoke. “ugh, don’t get your boxers in a twist, ‘bikini’ isn’t literal, you can keep your fucking nike sports bra on.”

brittney and ellie stared at each other, a silent display of mutual aversion. you shifted uncomfortably on her bed. brittney suddenly moved towards the door, “ok i’m leaving. look at your phone i’ve texted you the details. be there in 15. bye loser” she flipped her hair and left. you almost wondered if she was parodying herself. ellie turned on her heel to face you and you gave her a small smile. “it might be kind of fun?” you offered. she tilted her head to the side with furrowed brows and gave you a half smile, a silent really? you giggled and stood up, “i have to go get changed, i’ll meet you there?” “‘kay” as your hand touched the door handle, ellie’s hand came out to touch your arm and she planted a kiss on your lips, leaving your face warm and a shy smile on your lips.

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ellie was sat in a white plastic chair, her eyes scanning the large campus parking lot for something to injure herself with to get out of this thing. she turned to one of the girls standing by her “what kind of charity is this thing for anyway?” the girl put her finger up to her mouth and pondered for a moment, “like… animals… or something. oh wait no… kids. kids with like… no money and stuff.” then she gave a little smile and turned back around, obviously satisfied with her answer. great. ellie moved to take her phone out to text you but was rendered still when she noticed you walking towards her. you were sporting a small red bikini top that perfectly hugged your boobs and illegally short shorts. ellie tried not to gape but that was made near impossible when you looked like that. she rose from the chair when you reached her, grateful to be out of ear-shot of the other girls.

“you look…” her eyes did a quick up and down of you, “like you’re trying to kill me.” you gave her a bashful smile. the sound of a car pulling in made you both turn your heads, followed by the sound of the obnoxiously loud car radio and mix of various different frat boy sounds. brittney and the others ran towards the car with buckets and sponges, arms up in excitement and ellie looked at you with a look of horror that made you burst out laughing. “c’mon, while they’re distracted” you grabbed her arm and pulled her in the opposite direction of the car wash and behind a wall that separates part of the parking lot. “how long do you think it takes to wash a car?” you asked. ellie poked her head round the wall to look at the others, a scene of scantily clad sorority girls getting more soapy water on themselves than the cars; a view which usually would’ve awoken her inner horny teenage boy, but her mind was focused purely on getting a couple of minutes alone with you.

“the way they’re doing it… we could have a solid half an hour on our hands.” she joked. you leaned your back against the wall, “hm.. i wonder what we could do in half an hour…?” playful tone to your voice. ellie raised her eyebrows and pushed down the various images and thoughts that flooded her head despite knowing you were joking. “wow and i thought you were a nice girl.” she crossed her arms and towered over you slightly. “i am” your voice was small. “oh i don’t know,” she stepped closer “nice sweet girls don’t say things like that.” she teased. you almost felt embarrassed at how much you liked her being able to flip the power and make your cheeks heat and stomach feel fluttery after you’d tried to confidently flirt. she moved her mouth to your ear, “do they?” she whispered, her warm breath on your neck sending shivers through you. before you had time to attempt to form a reply, a car horn beeped and the sound of wheels screeching against tarmac signalled the first car wash was over and the girls would no longer be distracted from your absence.

“c’mon” she took your arm and let you round the corner of the wall back to the car wash area. emilia spotted the two of you walking towards everyone, “you guys where have you been?! there’s a couple cars pulling in now, come help!” in her usual lively manner. one car drove towards you and parked. “ellie come help me clean the front over here!” emilia spoke. britttneys voice called out suddenly, voice laced with irritation “emilia we’re cleaning this one! over HERE!” emilia rolled her eyes and waved bye to you both. ellie lifted her arm to lean against the top of the car “go ahead, then” she nodded her head towards the sponge, bucket and hose with a playful smile. “why me?” you questioned. “well the guy is paying for a bikini car wash and,” she dragged her eyes up your body to make a point “you’re in a bikini.”

“fine.” you might as well make your own fun. you picked up the wet sponge from the bucket and wrung it out, purposely getting most of it down yourself. ‘oops’ you teased, mimicking some seriously low grade porn acting. ellie held in a chuckle and watched you. you dropped the sponge onto the hood of the car and smeared the sponge over it slowly, pushing your chest out slightly and holding eye contact with ellie, trying desperately to keep up the silly character and not burst into cringed laughter. you moved over to where ellie was stood and started washing (a loose term for what you were doing) the car, positioning yourself in front of her and bending over slightly to ‘reach a certain spot’ which conveniently pushed your ass out in front of ellie’s view. ellie snickered, partly because she was entertained, and partly to try and hide the fact that your jokey performance was actually kind of turning her on.

you slowly lowered yourself to grab the hose that was laid on the ground nearby and as soon as it was in your grip you spun around and spayed it over ellie, her pretty face pulled into an expression of shock, eyes darting between you and the soaked clothes on her body. you didn’t get to enjoy the view for long before she was running towards you. you screamed and ran around the car, hose gripped tightly in your hands. she changed directions in a split second and the panic made you lose your speed, allowing her to grab you with both arms and wiggle the hose from your tight grip, spraying it over you as payback. your screams and laughter weren’t lost on the others but both you and ellie were too absorbed in your little playfight to even notice. you went back and fourth fighting for the hose, ending up with you crouched down by the side of the car, arms and legs covering your chest in a ball to secure the hose with you, ellie crouched next to you playfully trying to wiggle her way into your hands, and your cheeks aching slightly from being lifted up in your amusement.

‘yo my fuckin car!’ a man’s voice spoke up from the car. you looked at ellie and burst into laughter, the realisation that you were supposed to be cleaning this guys car, not engaging in a hose fight out of his sight. ellie’s chest felt fluttery watching you laugh and she played it off in her head as the cold wet clothes sticking to her body having some sort of effect on her rather than admit to herself her infatuation already. wanting to make the most of your spot being out of eye sight of the others, ellie took your face in her hands and kissed you, briskly but not without sentiment, and your body relaxed, shoulders dropping and hands unclenching. the sound of an engine starting up pulled you apart and you and ellie stood up as the rightfully unsatisfied customer drove away.

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over the past few days a combination of a surprise visit from ellie’s step-mom and your college deadlines meant you and ellie hadn’t got to see each other as much as you wanted. your minimal time spent together consisted of tension-heavy glances across the room at eta meets, holding hands under the table, and kisses that were as passionate as they could be with only 20 seconds given to them before someone entered the room. technology was currently your saving grace.

the eta living room floor had been transformed into a beautiful mess of plush cushions, pink fluffy throws and an assortment of duvets on top of sleeping mats, all positioned around the room with a large tv front and centre. the sleepover was going well; no chad-talk so far, minimal passive aggression between brittney and ellie, and you’d managed to ever-so casually place yourself in the spot on the floor beside ellie, which allowed you to exchange looks between yourselves when one of the girls said something funny, and meant your hands could find each others under the blankets and duvets.

“your step-dad’s kinda hot, britt” one of the girls spoke through loud chews of popcorn “ugh gross, madison, joel’s like 60” madison broke out into an off-key rendition of ‘age aint nothin but a number’ and brittney hit her with a cushion. ellie watched on, disgust obvious on her face at madison’s comment. “so that’s where you get your good looks from, hey?” you joked, voice low enough to miss everyone else’s ears. “i’m adopted.” “oh…” you looked at her, trying to gauge the tone of the admission. she chuckled lightly “don’t worry, i’m not gonna start crying or some shit. my bio parents died when i was young and… joel’s a great guy. he raised me by himself until-” she nodded her head towards brittney who was lost in discussion with the others, “-he married britt’s mom when i was 16.” you nodded your head. she spoke slowly “which was… odd. at first. having to share my space and… my dad, with this high maintenance lady who wanted to transform me into brittney 2” listening to her talk about personal stuff left a urge griping at you to put your arms around her and hold her against you but you pushed down the feeling and just listened. “okay that settles it! magic mike it is.” brittney’s voice called out, bringing you out of yours and ellie’s bubble.

annoyed as you were for having to sit through shirtless men dancing for the past 40 minutes instead of talking to ellie, she found some way to be touching you the whole time which was softening the blow. her finger’s absentmindedly trailing your arm, leg resting against yours, all kept a secret from the others thanks to the pink dotted throw that lay atop both of you. the combination of her gentle touch and her presence next to you was filling you with a peace and sleepiness that made you turn to her and smile. she smiled back and lifted her hands from you to fish for her phone lost in the duvet. she pulled it out, tapped a bit, and locked it again. you looked at her confused for a moment until she gestured for you to check your phone.

your cheeks warmed in shyness and you silently giggled, opening the chat to reply without the worry of the others knowing yours and ellie’s conversation.

ellie put her phone down and you followed suit, letting your eyes focus back on the movie in front of you. ellie resumed her soft touches, her hand coming to rest on your thigh. you registered the conversation being had from the other girls, something about mike and his magic. before you had time to catch up a girl called katie turned to you “so who’s your favourite?” she said with a spark of enthusiasm. you blinked a few times. “my favourite..?” “guy!! from the movie!!” “oh! um…” you looked at the screen in front of you. “…mike.” there was a hum of agreement. pulling you out of your conversation for a moment, you were aware suddenly of ellie’s thumb stroking the skin of your inner thigh. an action that could’ve been innocent or a purposeful tease. ellie’s gaze was stuck on the screen not giving anything away, but regardless of the intent it made your stomach fill with butterflies. you attempted to pay attention to the chatter about channing tatum but ellie’s hand was moving further up your thigh, running circles, finger moving past the area your pyjama shorts were covering. your breath hitched slightly as her finger met the seam of your underwear. she lowered her mouth to your ear,

“you can tell me to stop” she whispered. you swallowed, head feeling fuzzy and body feeling heavy and warm. emilia spoke, voice directed at you “you know who kinda looks like channing tatum… chad!” she grinned wide. amazing timing. all of the girls looked at you, seemingly waiting on a response. “um i guess, haha” you smiled weakly. ellie’s finger was now stroking the cotton of your underwear, purposely avoiding where your body wanted her the most. “god you’re obsessed with him! it’s adorable.” emilia giggled. you managed a small huff of faux laughter. “so what’s your favourite thing about him?” asked madison. your mind was cloudy and did not have the capacity for chad-talk when ellie’s hand was where it was. “i uhm- i like his h-air” ellie ghosted her finger over your clothed clit and you softly cleared your throat to cover up the squeak that left your mouth on the last word of your reply. another little hum of agreement filled the room and you prayed that was the last of your q&a. “he’s got super cute hair.” katie nodded at you and if you weren’t preoccupied with feeling a whole load of other things you would’ve been feeling grateful that your answer was acceptable to the group.

ellie moved to rest her head against her arm propped up by her elbow and faced towards you, hand still under your shorts. “what about his personality? you think he’d be a good boyfriend?” ellie inquired, seeming genuine to everyone else. you looked at her with pleading eyes. she was mean. “s-sure,” ellie dragged her finger up the length of your cunt right up to your clit, where she applied a bit of pressure that made your head dizzy. “he’s f-funny and ni- mmph” ellie started to draw tight little circles, the fabric of your underwear adding to the blissful friction. embarrassment flushed through your body and you hoped to god your little slip up could be passed off as an awkward word jumble. “oh my gooood, you’re getting so shy talking about him! that’s so sweet.” cooed madison. ellie was shamelessly getting off on watching you struggle to pretend to everyone you were obsessed with this chad douche while she was playing with you over your panties, making you a stuttery mess who couldn’t even form basic responses. “i bet he’d treat you real good” ellie spoke, a mock that was only clear to you. “hm?” she expected a response. “mm” you managed, bordering on a whimper. a small part of your brain was worried about how you were coming across to your sorority sisters right now but the larger part was purely consumed with ellie’s perfect movements and the feeling building in your lower stomach as a result. as much as the thought of ellie making you come right here whilst your new friends were in the room scared you, the twisted part of your brain found it heightening your arousal and making your head feel even more fuzzy. the attention was finally off of you, they had switched back to the movie and we’re talking about the scene. you forced your eyes back there as well, too scared to look at ellie. she picked up her pace and your eyes fell shut.

ellie watched your chest rising and falling in quick succession and your teeth biting down on your lip which she was sure you didn’t even realise you were doing. watching you hold back little moans and fail to keep your composure had ellie soaking through her boxers and she squeezed her legs together to try and relieve the ache. she kept her eyes on you, waiting for the signs you were almost reaching your peak. your breathing got quicker and head fell slightly back. just as you felt the coil in your stomach threatening to break, ellie stopped her movements and removed her hand from your shorts. your eyes fluttered back open and you fought hard against a whine that threatened to leave your throat. ellie used the opportunity of the other girls full engagement on the screen to dip down and kiss your shoulder. you looked up at her but she was staring ahead at the screen, little smirk playing against her lips. you wanted to pounce on her, half in a sexual way and half in an angry way. you crossed your arms and furrowed your brows at the screen, a weak attempt at trying to hide how needy and embarrassingly horny you were and instead seem really interested in these half naked male dancers. 5 minutes into your casual act ellie moved a hand to lightly trace lines on the skin of your inner arm. an innocent display but with the unreleased tension that was firing through your whole body, her light touch was making arousal prickle at your skin. “you enjoying the movie?” ellie spoke quietly, a fake sincerity to her voice. “‘mhm.” you replied, eyes not leaving the screen. “seems it” smugness evident in the upturned corner of her mouth.

an hour later the bright glow and animated sounds from the tv were long gone, now the only noise came from the last few late whispered conversations and occasional ruffles from sheets being slept in. you and ellie had spent the hour keeping giggles, chats and flirty teases hushed to a secret volume, bodies laid facing each other. you were still basking in the fuzzy sleepy state ellie had created, but pushing down the neediness seeing as ellie was clearly feeling mean tonight. that pleasurable feeling of relaxed comfortability mixed with giggly excitement that you always got whenever you were with ellie seemed to be heightened in the late night environment of whispers and touches under the covers. the sleepover setting was also prodding you both towards wholesome playful discussions.

“what’s your favourite… food?” you asked, little jump of excitement when you thought of your question. she laughed and her heart did a little jump watching you grin at her. “pizza.” you screwed up your face. “pizza.. so basic.” “oh i’m sorry miss fancy pants should i have said my favourite food is …” she pondered for a half-second “an amuse bouch?” you chest bubbled with laughter and you nudged her playfully “no i just meant that’s what everyone says. and ‘an amuse bouch’ is not a food.” she signed dramatically, the soft orange glow from the only lamp left on contouring the features of her face and it made your heart leap a little at how beautiful you thought she was. “ok my turn,” she started, “what’s your… favourite animal?” you thought for a moment. “bunnies!” “checks out…” she began “you’re like a little bunny.” you pretended to be offended by the comparison “am not. i’m like a scary lion.” she laughed “absolutely not. you’re a cute little baby bunny.” she lightly tapped your nose. “cutest.” you held your bottom lip with your teeth to hide the embarrassed smile that was threatening to surface. “and you know what they say about bunnies?” she teased. “what?” “they fuck like crazy” she laughed at her own comment and her voice threatened to reach normal volume. you hit her on the arm “ellie! the others could hear” you spoke in a desperate hush. “they’re all asleep.” you hadn’t even realised the lack of background chatter for the past few minutes and sure enough you sat up slightly to scan the room and were met only with the still bodies and slow breathing reserved for sleep. you turned back to face her “oh.”

she pulled your body back onto the soft floor where you’d been resting and leaned over you to place a kiss on your mouth. she laid one hand on the floor to prop herself up and the other came to rest on your side. the kiss instantly sparked up the arousal that had been siting vacant in your body for the past hour. she deepened it for a few seconds before pulling away. “i’m going to the bathroom.” she spoke. surprise was evident on your features and she just chuckled lowly and got up out of her ‘bed’ to walk out of the living room, leaving the door open behind her. you sat yourself up. really? after her antics this evening she couldn’t wait even just a few minutes to p- oh. was… that an invitation? surely not. oh my god you freak she’s just peeing. unless..? you wriggled out of the mass of blankets and duvets laying over you and walked towards the door. you reached it and stopped in your tracks, running it over in your head and turning back. 2 seconds later and you decided to turn back around again, walking through the hallway to the bathroom, assuring yourself if she didn’t mean it as a proposition you could play it off as also needing to use the bathroom. you reached the closed door and stood in front of it feeling slightly embarrassed. you turned your head towards the direction you just came from, getting ready to sneak back, when the door opened suddenly.

she looked at you and raised her arm to rest on the door frame. just like she’d done the last time you found yourself in a vulnerable position in this very bathroom. but this time she didn’t talk, she just grabbed your waist with her free hand and turned you into the room, shutting the door behind her and placing you against it. and then she was kissing you, desperate and eager and you were grateful for her holding you otherwise you thought you might’ve melted onto the floor. her hands dipped under your top and her fingers traced the skin under your boobs. “ellie” you breathed out, clouded mind and sleepiness taking away any filter, mouth moving on its own terms. “this ok?” she asked. “mmhm” you nodded desperately. “more” you pleaded quietly. “manners, pretty girl.” she instructed. “more, please ellie” you whispered. “good girl” her mouth was back on yours as her hands lifted under your top, giving a light squeeze to your boobs and rolling her thumbs over your hardened nipples. you let out a little moan into her mouth and she groaned softly.

“brittney has this thing,” ellie started to speak breathlessly between kisses, “where she-” kiss “-wakes up to pee-“ kiss. your mind wondered where this could possibly lead to information important enough to interrupt this, “at pretty much exactly-“ kiss “-12 each morning” kiss. you held her face and looked at her “what?” she looked up at the little decorative silver clock resting on a cabinet in the bathroom “it’s 11:50.” she went back to kissing you, tongue meeting yours, emptying everything from your brain. she lowered a hand to your lower tummy and ran her finger along the waistband of your pyjama shorts. ellie looked down at them. white with tiny frills at the hem.

“i like these” she told you, lifting the elastic and letting it snap lightly back against your skin. you chewed on your bottom lip, shy smile on your face. she kissed you again, a little slower this time, teasing you despite how insanely desperate she was herself. she let her hand dip under your shorts and ran her fingers over your panties again, feeling the patch of wetness where your pussy met the cotton. she smiled into your kiss “you’re dripping.” your face was burning and all you managed to reply was a little huff. “so cute” she teased, all the while knowing she was just as, if not more wet under her own underwear. she moved your panties to the side and dipped a finger into your folds, trying desperately to hold back a groan. she brought your wetness up to your clit with her thumb and a moan was pulled from your throat. she rubbed little circles, making your mouth drop open slightly and grip onto her arms. “there you go” she cooed.

just as you were growing used to the feeling you felt her finger at your entrance and you gasped lightly. “you want it?” she asked. the thought of more stimulation than she was giving you already made you feel dizzy. “yes” you breathed out. “beg for it.” she demanded, a bold choice with the time limit you were on. “please ellie i need it. need you inside, please” ellie thought her legs might give out. she obliged, filling you up with one finger and beginning to move, “squeezing me so tight baby”. you whimpered in response, head full of nothing but the hot pleasure your body was feeling. your breathing was starting to get heavier again and you squeezed your eyes tight. “so close already. ‘s that because of earlier?” she taunted. you shook your head yes. she chuckled mockingly “such a little slut letting me touch you while your friends were talking to you. bet it made you so wet didn’t it? knowing they had no idea i was playing with your little pussy the whole time” a pathetic whine left your throat and she grabbed your jaw with her free hand “answer me.” “yes ellie” your voice came out shaky.

“think you can take more, baby?” you nodded, willing to take anything she gave you. “such a good girl” she praised and it heightened the pleasurable submissive fuzz your head was swimming with. she added another finger and the fullness made your jaw go slack, a succession of little whimpers and moans leaving your mouth. ellie was watching you in awe, your face a beautiful display of full pleasure and the pretty sounds coming from your mouth made her stomach flip. “so pretty” she muttered, almost to herself. your release was fast approaching you, hands gripping ellie tight. “you gonna come, pretty girl?” ellie cooed. “m g’nna come” you confirmed in a whimper. “come for me angel,” your orgasm hit you and you clenched down hard around her “that’s it baby, come on my fingers” she murmured as you came undone, body shaking from the pleasure and leaving you limp, held up only by ellie. your mind was coming back into focus as you noticed ellie leaving little kisses on your shoulder, up to your collarbone, neck and jaw. you looked at her and she looked up at you and smiled. you rested against the door catching your breath. she took your hand and spoke softly, “brittney.” “huh?” your mind not quite catching up yet. “it’s nearly 12.” she gestured to the clock. “oh!”. you let her guide you back to the living room, feet moving slowly to avoid loud creaks.

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walking into the sorority main room a high pitched squeal caught your attention. you scanned the room quickly to find ellie and you have her a little wave. emilia came running towards you and dragged you towards where everyone else was. “so…” she started “since you gushed about chad so much at the sleepover the other night-“ your stomach dropped. “-i took it upon myself to set you guys up!” she grinned at you expectantly. you didn’t speak. “don’t be nervous! it’s tonight at the tipsy bison bar but don’t worry, we’ll all be there too and he’s bringing his friends.” she beamed. “right girls?” she spoke to the others. a jumble of ‘yeah!’‘s and ‘of course!’‘s. brittney didn’t say a word. neither did ellie.

part 4

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littlemissthunderstorms · 4 months

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blue light

there’s a blue light in my best friend’s room, there’s a blue light in his eyes

2006 alex turner x reader

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“what does this even mean?” you frowned down at your math homework, erasing your pencil marks aggressively. it was too confusing. just when you thought you knew what was happening the rules of the equation would change, causing the crease in between your brows to become more prominent. you swore you’d been aging much more rapidly ever since college algebra.

“take a break, it’s not due till’ next week.” alex muttered from the floor, his nose buried in some book plucked from the neat stack he had by his bed.

you shrugged, scrunching your nose and sliding the paper in your bag before slumping back down on his bed. alex sat down next to you, closing his book and examining the seam as he leant against the wall. “you okay?” his voice was soft, the sky was getting dark and so was his room. you were so tired.

“i dunno, just, stressed.” you crossed your arms, fixating on the wall opposite of you. shadows danced across the shelfs and tables, headlights illuminating the room as a car, accompanied by a low hum, passed through the street outside. spring breeze drifted into the room from the open window, smelling like rain and trees. you closed your eyes briefly, finding serenity in the moment.

your eyes fluttered open at the feel of alex’s fingertips soft against your arm. you turned to look at the boy. “you sure you’re alright?” he looked so soft, you wished you could capture him like this forever. his hair was short and rather unruly from all the times his fidgety hands ran through the strands. his eyes were soft, the blue light in his room reflecting back into his gaze, making you feel equivalent to a puddle.

you sat up, now sitting so you were criss crossed on the bed, facing him. you sighed. “school is just stressing me out. i don’t feel smart enough with all these kids in my classes with their whole lives planned out, meanwhile i can’t even do math.” you fiddled with your fingers nervously, chewing on your lip as you tried not to let stress get the best of you.

“i think you’re the smartest girl i know,” alex blurted, eyes immediately darting away from yours, his smile faint and shy.

you raised your eyebrows, smiling softly, your cheeks a bit flushed. “you’ve got to be kidding. i’ve got like 3 C’s and 2 D’s at the moment.”

he shook his head, lifting his gaze back up to you. “no seriously, i hear you talk about art, music, the things you love. grades don’t make up your intelligence, you’re so smart and i bet you’re a hell of a lot cooler than those people in your classes.”

the blue light in his eyes shimmered and glistened back at you. you smiled. “really?” you whispered. alex shrugged with a quick nod, smiling shyly. a calm silence filled the air between you, the open window wind blowing your hair slightly.

your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips, quickly redirecting back up. your heart hammered in your chest. you quickly looked at the wall behind him. “can i tell you something?” he spoke softly. you nodded.

“you’re so pretty.”

your breath hitched in your throat. all these years of knowing him he was always the quiet, nervous type. he avoided eye contact when he spoke, his tone sometimes unsure and soft. but not now, no. he looked directly into your eyes, blue light twinkling. he was so sure of his words that he even smiled a bit when he said it.

it was scary how much it reminded you of when you met him, when your bike gear broke off in front of his house. you’d smashed against the concrete, knee scraped and bleeding. you were only 15 at the time, choking back tears when he’d scrambled outside, asking if you were alright. thankfully he hadn’t seen the fall, just you holding your bloody knee, sitting on the concrete with tears in your eyes.

his parents hadn’t been home. he’d let you in, helping you clean your knee, getting you water. you’d seen a strokes cd sitting on his counter, pointing it out. this had morphed into a lengthy conversation discussing music, films, and books. turns out you two had a lot in common, you found yourself opening up to him a lot easier than other kids your age. talking to him didn’t feel awkward or torturous, it was quite the opposite. “i think you’re the coolest girl i’ve ever met,” he’d said to you, so sure, so confident. he even smiled, his small grin identical to the one he flashed at you now.

his gaze remained set on yours even in the brief silence after. you smiled, your heart pounding. a storm rolled through alex’s gaze, his dark eyes misty and soft. you could hear your frequent pants, your loud heartbeat in the silence. you didn’t even realize how quickly the space between was being filled, how you could now feel his warm breath on your cheek, how his fingertips danced on your waist, thumbs tracing slow, calculated circles on the skin where your shirt rode up.

your mind raced, but it was dreamlike, like when you try to run but your limbs just won’t move right, or gravity has become sticky and languid, pushing you in place and leaving you with only your frantic pulse. the blue light, that little glimmer of reflection in his dark eyes transfixed you, pulling you in like a deep cerulean ocean, the thrum of your heart diving down into the murky depths, engulfed by the waves.

a loud boom of thunder rolled up from the ground, followed by a soft patter of rain, gradually getting louder as the sweet, humid rendolence drifted in through the window, filling the room with a chill. you sat up quickly, startled as you turned around, mumbling a nervous, “better close the window.”

you weren’t even thinking too much, letting your instincts get the best of you. quickly, alex grasped at your waist, gently turning you to face him. his hand cradled your cheek, eyes burning into yours with a roaring intensity and fervor that made you weak. the deepest, sweetest thoughts broke in from your subconscious, realizations and quiet whispers filling your soft heart.

your mind raced but all you saw was scraped knees, a stack of cd’s dedicated to ‘the coolest girl i know,’ shared candy on the front porch, secret song lyrics that weren’t supposed to be done yet, fidgety hands that held yours, shared headphones on a long train ride, a blue light in his room, a blue light in his eyes.

before your heartbeat could even begin to slow, before you could even form words or questions or sentences, his lips were pressed against yours.

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shortstrawberry · 5 months

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In some alternate universe, Donna and Bela decide to join hands, kick the ass Outta Miranda and decide to share you.

Yep, here is some BelaDonna headcannons, where they've decided to share you between themselves.

To the surprise of no one, Donna didn't like the idea of sharing you. Bela was somewhat more receptive, as her protective streak has always ran higher then her possessive streak, compared to Donna where it's the complete opposite.

However, Donna does unconditionally love you, and recognises this is the best way to not only beat Miranda and her cult, but also to make you happy. You did love both of them afterall.

Surprisingly enough, this polyamrous set up didn't cause as much friction as Bela and Donna anticipated. You spent the morning and afternoon with Donna, the evenings with Bela. The night, you get to yourself.

Eventually, this neat schedule started to merge. You, Donna and Bela started to have lunches together. Donna would make you both Italian food which even Bela had to praise. Then you would spend the rest of the afternoon working in Donna's flower shop, as Donna spent time in the nursery. Bela meanwhile took residence in a small table and chair Donna and you had set up for her, doing her council work.

Bela soon started to bring breakfast for you and Donna. While you and Donna set the shop up, Bela would come in with piping hot coffee and croissants. You three would sit around the small reception desk, talking about plans of day. Donna would keep her hand on your thigh, while Bela would play with your hair.

You three knew it was soon on the horizon, that the nights would merge as well. One some nights, Bela would invite you both to her dorm. But on most nights, you three would be in Donna's humble cottage. There, in the privacy given by the seculded forest cottage, you three can slowly explore this tentative forming relationship.

Donna and Bela over the time have developed a sense of camaraderie with each other. They both don't love each other romantically, probably never could. They love you too much. But they now trust each other.

Donna braids your hair in the morning as Bela packs your lunch. Bela scrubs your back during bathtime while Donna scrubs your hair. You sleep in the middle, donna and bela curling around you like a safety cocoon.

There are still grumblings about sexual intimacy, and you have to work hard to keep both ladies satisfied. Maybe with time, you three can share that together as well.

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thefiery-phoenix · 8 months

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YANDERE SIRIUS BLACK X READER

Sirius during his school days at Hogwarts was actually kinda cocky. He was confident, with his looks and his charming personality, no one would be able to resist him. He never really had that much time to fall in love with people, true, he did like messing with people every now and then but he never expected to fall in love

You were in Sirius' year and he didn't really notice you till a certain amount of time passed. He was surprised, how come he didn't notice someone so cute looking like you? He observed you for some time: Your characteristics and your personality. He saw how kind you were and how sweet and shy you were, always kept yourself to yourself. He wondered how you even managed to end up in Gryffindor when you could've done well in Hufflepuff but whatever, he wasn't complaining. He had you closer to him and he was thrilled

His first goal was to become your friend and then ask you out to the Three Broomsticks where he'll confess his love to you and the both of you would be a happy lovely couple. It was the perfect plan for him, till you decided to form another path for yourself

You couldn't deny that Sirius was handsome and charming. But you weren't really looking forward to be in a relationship with anyone at the moment. So, when Sirius called you to the Three Broomsticks, he handed you a rose and ordered butterbeers and some desserts for you guys to eat. He didn't give you the idea that he was confessing his love for you since he wanted it to be a surprise, a surprise which of course his friends James, Lupin and Peter helped him in. They helped him in the decorations and keeping his bratty little brother Regulus away out of sight so he couldn't steal you from their friend

After you were done talking and chilling with your drinks and desserts, Sirius held your petite soft hands in his rough and large ones and went "Y/N, uhh... I don't know how to say this but I really love you and I'd love it if you went out with me'' he said blushing. Your heart dropped, you most certainly weren't expecting this. You just thought he invited you to have a chat for old times' sake and to relax as friends, you had no idea he was going to pour out his feelings for you

You gulped nervously and a heavy feeling settled in your chest. You didn't want to let him down, you REALLY didn't want to, but you had to follow your heart. And right now your heart was telling you to live life on your own terms and not to be in a relationship with anyone. Besides, you just befriended Sirius only for a few months, you had to get to know someone properly for like, YEARS before you wanted to date someone. You tried to let him down gently "Sirius, you're a great guy. I'm sure you have lots of people fawning over you and people who'd die to be with you, but.... how do I say this....'' you trailed off and rubbed the back of your neck looking awkward and a bit sad. "Tell me what?" asked Sirius anxiously peering at your face. He didn't want to hear your answer anymore, it would break his heart and he wouldn't be able to handle it

"I'm really not looking to be in a relationship with anyone right now... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry....'' you whispered and stared down at the table, not wanting to meet his eyes. Sirius felt numb, he felt like his heart was shattering into a million pieces and he couldn't move. You told him a quick 'bye' and ran off, his friends ran to comfort him

Meanwhile after a few days, you tried forgetting about him. But the hurt look on his face kept haunting you at the night. You were in the courtyard reading a book. The weather was nice and windy, quite the opposite of what you felt. You felt down in the dumps for rejecting Sirius, but you had a feeling he'd most probably forgotten about the whole thing anyway and besides, he could always find someone else. You had no idea how wrong you were: Sirius was not able to forget about you, he confronted his brother Regulus and asked him if he had anything to do with you rejecting him. Of course he ended up jinxing Regulus in anger since he felt that he was lying. Next he bullied Snape for a while thinking he manipulated you or bullied you to reject him till you intervened and asked him to leave him alone

Sirius was infuriated and it was like rubbing salt in a wound. Why TF were you standing up to SNIVELLUS SNAPE? Maybe he was right... maybe Snape HAD something and his worst fears were now confirmed. You could be dating Snape. His friends found out that you weren't dating anyone and that made him relax a little. He stalked you in his Animagus form for a while and you of course didn't know it was Sirius in Animagus form. You thought it was just a random cute dog and you spent time with it. Every single second you spend with him, holding it and cuddling with it, you were fueling his dark twisted desires for you. And these days you could see that Sirius was looking happier for some reason so... you assumed it was all good for him

It was... since he was planning to kidnap you the next time he turned into his Animagus form. Not exactly 'kidnap' you per se, he'd just keep you in the Shrieking Shack, but don't worry, Sirius won't leave you alone. Your kindness and sweet nature was too addicting for him and he was far too selfish to share you with anyone else....

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