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Casual

Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex and a boy ☹️

(you said, "we're not together", so now when we kiss, I have anger issues)

Your friends always made fun of you, calling you a loser for changing yourself for a boy who would forget in months after he was done with you.

You were happy to stand at the sidelines and be the quiet, good girl, for him, especially so. You held back all thoughts that didn't pertain to him, because at that moment he enveloped you completely.

You couldn't help but hear the words that were jokes between him and his friends, the utters of "we're just casual" filled your head while the whispers of "we only fuck", tug at your heart.

You had heard the rumors of Luke sleeping around, but you had no reason to believe them because that is all they were, rumors.

You let him consume you, when all your thoughts should've been about your plans after college, rather than if he was gonna call you tonight or if he was too busy.

You spent late nights together in his car. You'd sit there after everything was done, skin to skin, where he watched you draw hearts in the fog of the glass.

You remember the few times you met his parents, and how eager he was to get away from them for a bathroom hookup.

You watched as he left the bathroom, perfectly monotone as you continued to fix your makeup, not wanting to be anything less of perfection.

As you sat back at the table, his hand found its place on your thigh, a smile graced your lips.

Him mom began to speak to you, you always loved her need to include you.

"Summer will be here in just a few weeks, and I, we, thought it be nice to have a little get together at the lake house,"

You smiled at her, gleaming, before Luke spoke up.

"She would love to, but she's got graduation to worry about."

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks, not understanding why he doesn't want you there, before you could speak up, he started talking again.

"College is so demanding, especially for someone as bright as my girl."

His arm came to rest around your shoulders, as the words "my girl" echoed through your mind.

You felt comfortable then.

But it didn't stay like that for long.

Soon the only time you'd really see each other is when he needed to blow off steam.

You would allow it, loving that you're so close to him.

You would allow him to fuck you as he shoved your face farther into the cushion of the couch.

You wanted him to need you.

You think back to the day you went shopping with friends, when as soon as you got back, he wanted a fashion show, so you did, showing off your new favorite bra, which soon became his new favorite as he tore it off.

The bra laid there in his bedroom floor for 2 months, before he shoved it into his dresser.

Every thought you had was of him, every thought you have, is of him.

You lost every piece of yourself to a boy who refused to grow up.

And you let him drag you down with him.

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Just saw all my boyfriends at my first NHL game 😁

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are you doing a part 2 to “not so bad”? if so in part 2 can felix catch them in the act?

I never really do part twos for anything I write but if that is something people would like then I would consider it,

Plus i’m kinda stuck at home with the weather so

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Alr guys, I have two fics i’m in the middle of writing and I want to know which one to post first.

They are both angst btw

If you want to know more about either just let me know 🫡

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Not So Bad

Felix Catton x Fem!Reader, Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, Oliver in general, smoking? idk, not proofread 😓

(It’s been *checks watch* almost 8 months but i’m back!! I missed writing but I find it so physically and mentally exhausting and demanding but I did it!! I finally wrote something!)

“I invited a friend over,” Felix spoke out, smiling down at you as you steady yourself.

You, on the other hand, find yourself rolling your eyes as you grip his arm, holding yourself up as you both walk back inside from your nightly endeavors.

“Felix, babe, you always do this and it never ends well.”

The cigarette that once rested on his lips is now being held between his fingers, shrugging as he offers it to you.

“I know, but I have a feeling about this one.” You laugh out at his words, taking the cigarette from him as he kisses your forehead.

“I’m not trusting you until it it’s been proven to me,” A hearty laugh rumbles in his chest as he takes the cigarette back from you,

“Whatever you say pretty,”

As you both continue to wander around outside under the light of the moon you find yourself with your head on his chest, giggling with him while staring up the the constellations in the night skies that resemble the glimmer in his eyes.

You eventually find your way back inside, quietly making your way back to your rooms, bypassing Farleigh, who simply raised his eyebrows at your obnoxious sex hair and Felix’s discarded suit jacket and tie.

Felix led you back to your room where he stood hovered in your door with his long arms laid up against the doorframe as he watched you get undressed before changing into your sheer nightgown.

You knew what he was waiting for, almost laughing at his mannerisms as you make your way over to him, watching as he ducked his head down to kiss you.

When he finishes he pulls back, bidding you a goodnight as he stumbles off to his own room, leaving you with a starstruck smile on your face as you go to bed.

Upon waking up you had noticed a certain buzz in the atmosphere as you pulled yourself out of bed, slipping on a robe and slippers before making your way downstairs.

As you approached the table for breakfast you had noticed no one was there, to your surprised, before quickly remembering it was the day of Felix’s new friend arrival.

You shuffled to the living room, approaching the rest of them. Felix opened his arms up for you as you scrambled to go sit in his lap.

As he pulled you down into his lap he leaned to whisper in your ear,

“You missed his arrival darling, you slept in so much, must’ve had a marvelous night to put you to sleep like that.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as you leaned back into his chest, looking up at him before whispering back.

“I’d say mediocre at best,” He rolls his eyes dramatically, feigning hurt by your words.

“Well as I was saying, he’s upstairs getting settled so you should meet him by dinner.” You nodded up at him, placing a kiss on his cheek as you settled into his chest.

You had slept through breakfast and lunch when you had woken up, so you didn’t hesitate to jump up to get ready for dinner, after you had dressed yourself, you found your way to Felix’s room, not even having the chance to knock before he opens the door.

“You know you never have to knock, lovey.”

“Just trying to be nice,” He smiles at you,

“Alright, we should get going, everyone is already down there.

Walking into the dining room, ready to take a seat, when you had noticed your usual spot next to Felix was now taken up by a dark haired boy with piercing eyes.

You simply shot him a look, before pulling out a chair across from him to sit at, causing muffled laughter to leave Venetia and Farleigh.

Elspeth cleared her throat, trying to resolve some tension,

“So, Oliver, how is Oxford for you?”

Oliver, you thought to yourself, makes sense

Oliver, as you learned his name, shuffled as he set down his cutlery, a loud clank as he does so.

“Well, I am actually enjoying it,” He wrings his heads as he tries to form a sentence, and before a second passes, you speak up.

“So Oli, is it okay if I call you that? Anyway, how’d you meet our dear Felix here?” Your eyes bore into his, trying to read him, not completely trusting his presence here yet.

“Well, I, uh,” Before he had a chance to finish Felix cut in, conveying you to stop.

“Well he practically saved my life, it was pure fate.”

As Felix went on to retell the story of their meeting in full detail you continued to to stare at him, almost trying to see through him.

Before you had even realized dinner was over and Felix was once again leading you to your room, going through the same routine every night.

After you kissed him goodnight you flop down onto your bed, rolling onto your back as you pick up the book you had been reading, flipping it open and determined to read a few chapters before you drift off.

As you make yourself comfortable, you has swore you had heard a creak of the floorboards outside you door. Placing you book down, you listen intently before settling back into bed and brushing it off.

You continue to read a few chapters, not noticing the dark figure that now stood in your doorway, with your door creaked open, what finally ripped your attention away from the words on the pages was the slow squeak of your door hinges as your door was pushed open.

Your head jerked towards the door, noticing the figure as you sit up, throwing you legs over the edge of you bed, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Hello?”

“Y’know I have just the right to be here as you.” Oliver made his way into your room with slow footsteps.

“Oliver? What’re you doing here?” As he approached your bed he stopped, staring down at you,

“You should really try to be nicer to our dear Felix’s guest.” Before you, Oliver drops to his knees, hands on your thighs as he looks into your eyes, not breaking eye contact.

You find yourself stumbling over your words, trying to think of anything as his hands run up your nightgown.

“Oliver. Why’re you in my room?” Your voice shakes as he lays his head on your thighs, looking up at you.

“Just wanted to make sure you know where I stand.”

“What do you-“ you were quickly cut off by the sensation of his fingers on your clit,

“Oh!”

You hand found his way into his hair, a reflex of some sort, moaning as he worked his fingers.

“Look at me.” Your eyes found his as he watched your face, fingers working diligently in your cunt, pulling you closer in.

Just as you felt yourself about to reach your peak, he pulled back, placing his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.

You watched him while your chest roses and falls , soft pants leaving your lips.

“Taste so sweet, like a peach.” He pulls himself back, never taking his eyes off of yours, as he pulls your underwear down your legs.

“You need to know that i’m no threat, angel.”

You watch him with your mouth gaping, soft whine’s coming from your throat as he pulls your thighs apart, shoving his head under your nightgown.

You feel your legs tense up around his head as his tongue prods at your slick entrance, nose bumping into your clit.

Your hands find your way to his hair again, grasping it in your fist as you watch him lap at your wet pussy.

He keeps his eyes on you as he pushes a finger into you, lips still on your clit while he works up, pushing you to the edge.

You pull at his hair, thighs clenching around his head as your thighs tremble in need, desperately rutting against his face as you feel yourself approaching your orgasm.

He slips in another finger, curling it to where you need it the most, groaning against your cunt as you clench around his fingers.

“Such a fucking slut, giving yourself up to someone you don’t even know.”

As the words left his lips you let go, covering your mouth as your body shook against him, reaching your peak.

While you brought yourself back down and opened your eyes, Oliver stood before you, placing a rough kiss on your lips before sauntering off back to his room, leaving you to think over what just happened.

The early morning sun shines through your window as pull yourself out of bed, thinking over last night again in your head as you made your way to breakfast.

Making your way to your seat you stop near Felix, leaning down to softly whisper in his ear,

“Maybe Oliver isn’t so bad.” before taking your seat across from him

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Hey Guys!! (whatthefuckwhatthefuckWHATTHEFUCK)

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You’re Losing Me

Jack Hughes x Reader

Warnings- Mention of drinking and throwing up, Mean!Jack 🥲

(Hey!! Idk if y’all missed me but I have missed you!! I’ve been busy with my own things ya know, like, a baby, moving, school, basic stuff. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!)

Everyone you knew would describe you as lively and full of spirit. Your parents even described you as a wild child. While you were wild and out there you were never bad, and they were thankful for that. You carried your full of life attitude with you all through life, from primary to high school, onto college. Your intense friendliness and spark is what attracted most people to you, especially your boyfriend of now 3 years. He remembers the first time he saw you. It was at a dingy college party he was dragged to, and while his friends were off getting drinks he spotted you from across the room. Like a moth to a light, he was attracted to you. He got up closer to try to see what you were yelling about, and who you were yelling at. The closer he got the more he picked up on.

“-And you probably own a guitar cause you wanted to be like John Mayer and thought girls would find it attractive.”

Jack found himself laughing at the way you screamed at the man sitting in front of you, pointing a finger to his chest.

Your head whipped around at the sound of laughter, the guy in front of you forgotten as you started pointing at Jack.

“What are you laughing at? I’ve seen barber shop floors with better haircuts than you and wha-.”

At that moment he knew, he wanted you in his life.

And in his life you were, after screaming at him for 10 minutes he asked for your number, where you stood in disbelief, but eventually ended up giving in.

Years later you have become a vital part of his life, supporting him through every aspect of his life.

Jack couldn’t imagine life without you, and he was hoping he would never even experience it. But as seasons change so do people

•••••

You don’t remember who you were celebrating or what but you knew that you weren’t completely sober. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as everyone encouraged you to take body shots, you friend smiled at you, telling her you could take them off of her, so you did, cause that’s what best friends do. You both giggled as everyone clapped for you, as you finished she stood up on the table, pulling you up with her as everyone cheered for you.

“I’m the best damn thing at this party!” You screamed, watching as your friend and everyone around you agreed, laughing with you.

Your laughter stopped as you felt yourself get pulled off the table, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you saw who it was.

“Jack? What are yo-“ Before you could even finish he guided you toward the exit into the cold of the night, gasping as the hoarse breeze hit your body.

“We’re going home.” He set a hard pace as he yanked you to the car, you had never seen him like this hit you felt it was best to just listen.

Silence was the only thing you heard on the way home, watching the headlights fade off as you sat parked in front of your shared home. Ready to get out of the car you were stopped by Jack speaking

“Do you ever think before you do anything?”

“What do you mean?” You sat back into your seat, facing him as he faced forward, eyes set on the garage in front of him.

“You know what I mean, you pull all this shit and expect me to just smile and be okay with it? You seriously can’t be that stupid.” Before you could even answer him he got out of the car, slamming the door behind him, but you were quicker, running after him as he stomped his way into the house, throwing down the keys on the counter.

There he stood, head down, hands gripping the counter.

“You’re too much you know.”

There it was, the one phrase that slashed your heart in two.

In all your years of living no one had ever told you that you were too much, but hearing those words from the man you loved hurt more than a bullet ever could.

You stood in disbelief, afraid to speak, afraid he’ll slip away.

You watched as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a dainty black velvet box, tossing it at you. He sighed as you caught it, still refusing to look up at you.

“I had my heart set on marrying you, but I can’t do this anymore.” You felt your heart settle in your stomach, scared that if you opened your mouth you might throw up.

“You know, I wouldn’t marry me either.”

And as those words were spoke into the air, never to be taken back, you watched as his eyes fell while clatter of the dropped ring box was the only thing to be heard. You turned away, out the door, out of the driveway way, out of his life.

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haven’t done anything for christmas except sleep, been sick since last week and honestly, this is probably the end for me, this is actual death

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I ignored what this post was about and kept going “that’s the fucking dude from glee”

are we gonna talk about this outfit or

(via camelia somers instagram)

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no cheating by looking but who do you think your Spotify top artist is gonna be this year 👀

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Already Hurt

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Warnings- angst

(Optional: listen to while reading)

You were always bound to get hurt, it’s always happened, and you let it.

You never saw it coming until it hit, too blinded by lust, infatuation, obsession, love.

You knew what it was like to love someone, but you never knew if you were in love. You convinced yourself that you should accept love in any form you can get, even it’s venomous.

But Jake was different, his attitude and cockiness made him a red flag but you were convinced you could change that, maybe this is what he needed, someone to be there and guide him, and that could be you.

He was everything you hated in a man, everything that made you double over in tears, doubting your very existence and worth, except there was something about him to drew you in, you were like a fish drawn to a hook.

Unknowingly to you, he couldn’t be changed, he liked to consider himself too “macho” but he was really just an egotistical jerk in the shell of a man.

You knew his name, his callsign, the meaning behind it, why he hated ‘Rooster’ so much, what his parents were like, where he grew up. You knew everything you could about him, he never took the time of day to even ask you what your favorite color was, let alone real name.

Yes it hurt, but you thought this is what love was like, you knew love wasn’t easy and maybe your path was just rockier than what you had seen other peoples like.

And after reading all the books and watching all the movies you thought love would come easy, maybe you just weren’t built for that.

If you were lucky Jake would pay attention to you, he would kiss you, and compliment you while he strokes your cheek, that was rare though. Other nights he’d sit at the bar talking to whatever blonde or brunette wandered up to him, and you’d sit and watch as the girl twirls her hair around her finger, laughing at all his bad jokes until he eventually took her home and took her to bed.

You rose colored glasses did wonders to cover his red flags, you thoughts were captivated to him. Through the hard exterior of his smug attitude there were cracks where he was genuine.

You were never on the end of this, you were on the end that always lead you to his bed, where he’d kick you out in the morning, this would go on for weeks, every few days he’d take you to the bar, have a ‘date’ but you enjoyed it, you enjoyed his presence.

But no good things last forever, after months and months of these interactions, you find yourself standing in front of him as he sits on the edge of the bed, head resting in his hands. His jaw was tensed, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes refused to meet yours.

Afters weeks of him leading you on, you finally found the nerve to voice your desperation to the man before you.

“Do you want me or do you not?”

That earned a dark chuckle from the man,

“What makes you think I want something serious with you?”

His words were like a serial killer on the loose, stabbing you right through the heart as he gathered his clothes, not even bothering to put them on correctly before he was out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

And that was when the lenses of your metaphorical rose colored glasses shattered.

You couldn’t even cry anymore, you were already so hurt.

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Hangman: No one likes Coldplay

Rooster: I like Coldplay-

Hangman: Okay, one person likes Coldplay.

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Top Gun Maverick characters as screenshots in my camera roll

Maverick-

Rooster-

Hangman-

Bob-

Phoenix-

Coyote-

Fanboy-

Payback-

+ Hangman @ Rooster

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Fourth of July

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Milf!Reader

Warnings- smutty content

(Couldn’t stop thinking about this post I made…)

Rooster had to admit he loved summers, he loved hanging out at the bar with his friends, he loved going to the beach, and he loved the Fourth of July, but he especially loved you.

You were the epitome of a young man’s dream come true. The true definition of a Milf. He swore he was practically in love with you, and today of all days had two of his favorite parts of summer at once.

You had invited him over for drinks to celebrate the Fourth. He had accepted without hesitation, and you told him to bring something to swim in. That night when he got home he couldn’t help but get off on the thought of you in that tiny bikini he had seen you in earlier that summer.

When the next day approaches he settles on bringing a 12 pack and some cookies he picked up, he was excited, but when he approached your front porch he felt all the air leave his body.

In front of him stood the hottest mom he knew, wearing a small bikini, leaving nothing to the imagination. Rooster felt his face heat up as he looked at her, it was a dream come to life.

You couldn’t help but stare at him like a school girl, he looked good, anyone with eyes could say that. He looked like he was straight out of a modeling magazine.

His swim trunks hung low on his hips, and his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt showed off his glowing chest. And on top of that he had those sunglasses he wore with every outfit, perched on the bridge of his nose. He had a face you just want to sit on and a chest you want to kiss for hours.

You had never wanted a man as bad as you wanted him.

“Come in! The kids are with their dad so it’s just us!” You spoke with a smile, letting the taller, handsome man into your house, leading the way to your backyard.

“You can set the drinks in the cooler and the treats on the table.” You pointed to the cooler that was sitting under an umbrella.

“You got it ma’am,” Hearing that leave his mouth left you…hot and bothered.

Not only was he attractive but he was respectful.

You needed him.

You sat down, starting to put sunscreen on your legs, making your way up. He couldn’t help but just stare, the way your hands glided up your legs, and then to your plush thighs, and your stomach and arms. He wanted to do it for you, hell, he’d drink all the pool water if you wanted him to.

“Bradley, will you be a dear and get my back?” You broke him out of his trance as you handed him the sunscreen, lay face down and untying your top to keep it out of the way.

He swore you were trying to kill him, as he started to apply the sunscreen to your back he heard you let out a moan, and that shot straight to his dick. He had never been harder than this in his entire life. He sat between your legs, almost on your ass as he leaned forward to work the sunscreen into your skin.

You could feel him pressing against you, and you wanted him to take you right then and there.

“Bradley, darling, will you take my bottoms off, I don’t want a weird tanline from them,” He felt his whole body heat up as he started to drag your bottoms down your legs, his eyes roaming over the curve of your ass.

Without warning his hands are gripping you, pulling you into his hard dick causing you to gasp.

“Holy fuck!” You were face down as Rooster started grinding against your ass, letting out grunts as he gripped your waist. It had been so long since you had felt this good and this was just dry humping.

His thrusts started to get sloppier as he came undone, but feeling him against your ass got you so worked up, even after you came down from your high.

Once he let go of you, you turned around and pulled him down onto you.

You couldn’t let him go now.

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I know for a fact that this man, this man right here, is in love with Milfs.

He’s a Milf Hunter.

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In Every Universe

Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings- slight MoM spoilers

(I’m back!)

The sparkle that was once in your eyes had dispersed. You hated it, the feeling of ultimate loneliness. Like you’re the only person in the world with no one around for comfort. You should’ve known when he went to her wedding, he demanded he go, insisting he send his best regards to her and her new husband.

You would never be as good as her, she was everything you would love to be, everything you wish you were.

You should have seen it coming, when your soon to be husband decided to go to his ex’s wedding and later left to travel through the multiverses to protect a child.

You supported him, he was the love of your life, you wanted the best for him, but you would never compare.

Stephen came back and the first thing you did to him was wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, glad he was back home and safe.

There was a change in his demeanor, he looked emotionless as he loosely hugged you back, you pulled away, a small pout painting your face.

“Stephen, what’s wrong?” You grabbed his hand, hoping to bring comfort to him, he pulled away from you, his stare not meeting your eye.

“I’m still in love with Christine.“

Those words made your heart ache, like your stomach was filled with concrete.

You should’ve expected it, you always came second to her, you would never compare to her.

“In every universe, I love her.”

You wanted nothing more than for him to say that about you, you wanted to be the one he talked about like that.

The one he loved in every universe.

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i just think me and him would have the same favorite ldr song