#i need to go full frizz

[hopefulqueer]

Anyone have any tips on where to buy clothes that look like Ms Frizzle would wear them (for fat people)?

[starbitsun]

someone in this brain is about to lop off all of my hair in the bathroom mirror again and I’m not about it 

[fernandopiastri28]

sickly sweet ~ lando norris x reader

warnings: drinking, smut, pwp, angst 😬 mdni!

Lando Norris- known manwhore. When he's not in his car going 350 km/h, he chases that thrill in other things in life. Designer items, drinks, parties- women. But there's only one thing that he really wants, he craves her love- his bestfriend.

She felt a pair of sturdy arms wrap around her waist, almost suffocatingly tight. It made it hard to breathe, the paining sensation only increased by the already constricted airflow inside the crowded club. “Lan?” She murmured, her head turning each way in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her best friend. She felt woozy due to the alcohol seeping through her system and she really didn’t need to deal with an over insistent man who believed he had the privilege to her body in her current state.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Lando’s chin rested against her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her neck. Those were his arms around her, holding her body closer to him then anything surrounding the pair. “I’m here,” One of his hands travelled up to her hair, his fingers gliding through her frizzing hair. “Don’t worry,”

Sure, Lando was a naturally affectionate person, often insisting on hugging as a greeting and goodbye, or resting his head on the shoulder of absolutely anyone who was near him. He liked touch, saw it as the easiest way he could express his caring and love for others. But drunk him was another level- hands anywhere he could get them, face buried into their shoulder or neck. 

“Lan, you’re really drunk,” She giggled, pushing her slight anxiety down to her stomach as his lips started moving aimlessly against her neck. He wasn’t quite kissing there, but only because he was moving too quickly to be able to actually press his lips to a single spot. 

He grumbled, dissatisfied with her comment. “So? You are too,” Lando was sounding pissy already which only usually happened later into the night. By this point, he was usually going to go seek off some other girl to spend the night with who would fawn over his every move and beg for more.

Her head tilted back, resting against his chest slightly, “I am,” A grin played across her lips, forcing his grimace to transition into a smirk, his eyes full of pure adrenaline without a single thought behind them. “Not as much as you though,”

A nod of agreeance came from him, his hands idly moving up and down on her waist, settling on her hips for a few seconds as her body continued to aimlessly sway along with the music. “It’s difficult to be more drunk than I am- especially since you’re such a heavy weight,”

It was true, and something that Lando was incredibly envious of. He wanted her ability to pour endless drinks down her mouth, consuming absolutely anything she wanted at once and manage to feel perfectly fine the next morning, while he would find himself with a throbbing headache, next to a girl he couldn’t remember the name of. Maybe he’d never asked her though.

“Or maybe you’ve just drunk more,” She dragged a finger along his cheek. Even if she didn’t show it as much, she was certainly feeling very drunk. For once, she wanted to be like Lando, feel like him. She craved his complete confidence and how he would feel as if he was on top of the world each time a drop of alcohol entered his system.

Maybe tonight she’d finally score a man to bring home, be the one to tell Lando all about her most recent hookup instead of always being on the receiving end of hearing it from him.

But at least for right now, all of his attention was on her. He looked at her like she was one of the girls he’d want for even just a night, instead of the one he left behind each time they’d planned to go out together.

She knew full well that the way Lando treated his one night stands was far from something that she should be dreaming about almost nightly, to be the girl that woke up to the sight of Lando’s peaceful sleepy face, his dark lashes fluttering over his cheeks and his unruly curls- but she knew a different side of him. The one that was loving, that cared. The side of him that would talk in the highest of praise about the girls he did really like, and how he never once spoke ill of someone to her.  

He was different then how he came across, she knew that.

He held a bottle of some blue liquid, the spout of it resting against his bottom lip. She ogled up at him, her eyes wide and pupils huge. “Hello,” He grinned, laughing at her dopey upside down expression as she leaned against him. “You’re smiley tonight,” He teased, his hand wrapping tighter around her stomach to keep her up.

“I am smiley,” A deep sigh left her chest, her cheeks beginning to hurt from how wide her smile was stretching out. “I like your face,” She mumbled out, each syllable oozing into the next. “It’s a good face- a true one at that,” Her body wasn’t used to this much alcohol, and she was feeling any kind of shame melting away and just a desperate need to be completely honest. 

A rosy flush was almost definitely covering her face at this point, given how hot it felt to the touch. “I like your face too,” He smiled, his nose nudging against her forehead. It felt unexplainable, like a thousand bolts of lightning crashing into her all at once. “It’s pretty cute,” His thumb swiped along her chin, nudging it open so he could place the finish of his bottle inside her mouth, the glass heavy on her bottom teeth.

He tilted it up, letting it run over her tongue and pool up inside her mouth. It was near sickening sweet, likely what his mouth tasted like given how much he’d already drunk the majority of it. “Good,” Two of his fingers tapped her chin again, his other fingers clasping the neck of the bottle so it didn’t drop. She shut her mouth, swallowing awkwardly due to the angle her head was at. 

Once her mouth was empty again, her lips parted, her eyes moving up further to where the whites underneath her iris’ were even more visible. “More?’ She mumbled, her back shifting back unconsciously to steady herself against him. He granted her wish, keeping her mouth open as he hooked his two fingers over her bottom teeth as more alcohol spilt into her mouth.

“Fucking hell,” He hissed, his pink tongue darting out between his teeth in concentration. Their eyes refused to move and break contact, tension just building the longer the moment lasted. “You’re so fucking hot doing that,”

Her body got hotter at the praise, her mind short circuiting and essentially spilling out of her ears. “You’re sexy,” Her lips wrapped around the bottle, suckling on it gently as the final few drops spilt onto her tongue. 

He went silent, his eyes darting across her face as a way to memorise each curvature and feature complete. He wanted to engrave this moment into his mind for the rest of time. The bottle slid down her mouth further, her lips pursing and stretching thinner around the thickness. His mouth dropped open ever so slightly, his eyes near bulging out of his head at the erotic sight.

He was hard, undoubtedly. His arousal pressed against her ass where her dress clung tightly around. He grinded against her, desperate for some sense of contact and pressure against his ache. “ Baby ,” He whined into her neck, pulling the bottle away from her mouth to rest it against some table.  

Her heart pounded harder in her chest, feeling like it could explode at any given moment. The mix of the nickname, the desperation in his voice, the way his crotch was rubbing straight against her. “ Lan ,” She moaned, turning around so her chest was pressed against his, the silk fabric of his button up gliding against her exposed skin. “Please,” Her voice cracked with straight need.

“Please what ?” His hand settled into place against her jawline, his palm flush with the front of her neck, the slightest pressure against it. He knew what she wanted, both of their intentions so crystal clear, but he wanted to hear her say it- needed it.

“Kiss me,” Her voice was so fucking weak at that point, her expression completely wanton and eager for him. His eyes went straight to her lips where a glossy whine of the remaining alcohol coated them, making them even more red and wetter. The grip his hand had on her jaw tightened, putting her head into the perfect position for him.

His mouth moved against hers quickly, her bottom lip slotting in between hers in an almost practised manner. Her mouth parted, his tongue slipping inside the warm emptiness within seconds. Moans from her spilt into his mouth, the vibrating sensation going straight to his dick, somehow getting even harder with each movement she made against him.

One of her hands trailed up to his hair, tugging on his curls. They were so delicate in between her fingers, perfect coils wrapping around each digit. Her other hand snuck up under his shirt, the back of her hand brushing against the soft silk while her palm and finger tips explored his hardened abs. 

“More,” She begged, her nose nudging against his as their lips finally broke away. His breathing was heavy, laboured almost. Their bodies were still resting flush against each other as his left hand sat heavily on her ass, squeezing it, while his other remained cupping her face. 

“What do you want, gorgeous?” His voice was lower, breathless from making out for so long. He’d tipped his head down, his mouth close to her ear. There were so many things she wanted- she wanted to kiss more, she wanted to feel his tongue all around her mouth, she wanted to taste him, she really wanted to fix the ache in between her legs.

So with not even half her brain working to put together a proper cohesive sentence, she mumbled out the first thing that came to mind, “ Hotel ,”. Whether it was her hotel or his wasn’t important, all that mattered was for them to have a private room to stay up all night together in private. Because despite how at this point she could probably be convinced to drop down onto her knees and suck his cock right then and there without much effort from the brit- it wouldn’t look too good for an f1 driver to be receiving a blowjob in a random club in Singapore. 

Maybe his one would be nicer on the other hand, a Formula one driver would likely have been supplied a higher star hotel then some girl in law school using her own money to pay.

With one swift move, each of her legs were on either side of his waist, her thighs bracketing his hips to keep herself up. One of his arms snaked around her waist for stability as he navigated his way out of the club, avoiding anyone who was clearly trying to approach him for either a photo or an autograph. 

She buried her face in the collar of his shirt, one of her hands trying to cover her face in a last chance attempt to conceal her identity in case anyone had been filming. It was something she should’ve considered before they started making out, but she couldn’t change the past now.

The humid Singaporean air struck them the second they pushed past the entrance doors. A thin sheen of sweat collected on the back of Lando’s neck, but she was unaffected. Singapore was a consistent visit of hers so she’d become accustomed to the near unbearable heat. 

A taxi rolled up right to where they were standing and before she even had the chance to ask when he managed to book one, Lando’s mouth was on hers again. She didn’t even notice the taxi door being opened until he was arranging her on his lap in the backseat, his eyes going directly down to her breasts. He placed a soft kiss to one where some cleavage was exposed from the dress’s style, while his hand worked at kneading the flesh.

A whimper of satisfaction passed by her lips, earning a shit-eating grin from the man. He continued his ministrations, tugging down some of the fabric over her breast to kiss further down her chest. Her head tipped back, hitting against the headrest of the passenger seat. As she ground her hips harder into his, each bump of the road that the car hit just pushed his boner further against her drenched cunt through her panties, a wet patch forming on his trousers.

“Pretty thing,” He trailed his lips up her neck, her jaw, then suckling on just her bottom lip. “So fucking wet for me,” He growled, pulling her body impossibly closer to him. Part of her wished she’d been sober for this- to be able to enjoy this moment with complete clarity and be sure to remember each and every event the next morning.

The drive seemed excruciatingly long, but had only been a mere few minutes in reality. Her body had essentially moulded into his by the end of it, her legs unable to work to take her to the elevator up to his room. They didn’t need to work though, he was more than excited at the opportunity to carry her as long as he could.

And she sure as hell wouldn’t be able to walk by the end of the evening. 

The second the elevator doors drew to a close, Lando’s hand was tugging her panties to the side, allowing a finger to slide along her clit, “Good?” He nuzzled his head into her neck, kissing the smooth skin there over and over. The touch was met with a string of pleasured moans, all more beautiful than the last.

He got prepared before the doors reopened, grabbing his phone out with his keycard secured in the back of it, ready to open the door the second they arrived so he could be on top of her as quickly as possible. The grazing of his finger stopped long enough for him to unlock the door, and resumed as soon as it clicked shut.

“Lando, fuck, please,” She begged, overstimulated by all the drawn out teasing of the night. “Just finger me already,” She was at her wits end, completely ready to just touch herself if he wouldn’t take it a step further right then.

She didn’t have to do that though as he answered her prayers, sliding a thick finger into her aching cunt. A sigh of relief left her lips, her hole clenched around his finger in reflex. He carried her into the bedroom, settling her down on the bed as he hovered over her, his knees on either side of her hips as he covered her face in chaste open mouthed kisses.

The pleasure turned to a quick flash of dull pain when he removed his finger, pulling her underwear down and tossing them across the room in a drunken hurry. His green eyes widened as he stared directly at her pussy, his pupils shooting wide in lust. “Fuckk,” He sighed, “Can I.. taste?” He wasn’t sure exactly how to word the request but she granted him permission regardless. 

He shuffled down, his massive hands grasping her thighs to position them over his shoulders. She lifted her hips off the mattress so as to allow him to push the bottom of her dress higher up before his head dipped down, his nose nudging at her clit. The sensation sends a rush of slick straight to where his mouth was readily waiting.

Tentatively, the tip of his tongue licked alongside her hole to her clit, emitting a shudder and a groan from the girl. He squeezed down on her thighs, rubbing the right one with his thumb to help her calm down. “What colour?” He murmured, looking up at her from between her legs. 

“Green,” Her head tilted back, hitting against the pillow as she moaned into it. With the go ahead, his tongue repeated the motion, pulling more noises out of her throat. He began to eagerly lap at her wetness, the taste coating over his tongue as he grew more desperate to make her cum.

He had become increasingly more aware of the pain in his trousers, his neglected erection tenting uncomfortable in his too tight boxers. Squeezing one of her thighs tighter to make up for the loss of his hand, he reached his hand down to his crotch and began palming at the spot. He tilted his head down, his tongue fucking her while his nose buried into her bundle of nerves.

She was feeling so much. The way his tongue was buried deep inside her, how his nose was expertly rubbing her clit, his hands stroking the insides of her thighs where goosebumps prickled, and most of all- the way his deep emerald eyes remained staring into her soul. He lapped at her wetness like he’d been deprived of sex for years- in reality it couldn’t have been more than a month. 

He had a one track mind, always did. His only goal in life was win, win, win. And today’s prize was making the beautiful girl laying on his bed, his best friend, cum with his mouth. Determined to make that happen, and make it happen right then, his teeth grazed against her slit gently to overstimulate her. 

Sure enough, the action got her legs shaking and her back arching. “Fuck, Lando,” Her hand yanked on his hair, effectively pulling him away slightly. His eyes went wide in shock, it certainly hadn’t been the reaction he’d expected. 

“I’m sorry,” He kissed the inside of her left thigh, his hand idly tenderly rubbing her knee. “Did it hurt?” She shook her head, having to crane her neck to look down at him. His cheek rubbed against her leg, another kiss to the bend of her knee. That time he suckled the spot, hollowing his cheeks to leave a small red spot when he pulled away.

“No, no- just.. sensitive,” She had to take a few moments to breathe, her chest raising and dropping with forced effort. “You- you can go again,” It’s more of a request than a suggestion, and he took it seriously. 

His mouth returned to her heat, his tongue swiping up in a practised motion, each one met with more noises of delight and pleasure. A hand yanking his hair again signalled her orgasm, spilling into his mouth. He drew to a halt, going slower as she came down from her high so it wouldn’t ache from the abrupt ending.

He scooted up so his face was just mere inches above hers. He couldn’t even try to force back the smile that played on his face upon seeing how absolutely fucked out she was. Her half lidded eyes, bitten lips, sweaty skin- it was truly a sight. He kissed her, over and over, wanting nothing more than to experience the pressure of her mouth on his.

As he kept his lips on hers, he began tugging down the top of her dress to reveal her strapless bra, one of his hands moved underneath her back, his fingers toying with the clasp of her bra before snapping it open. His fingers inched the thick fabric away, the pads of his fingers grazing along her bare chest. “I’m surprised it took you so long to get that off,” She snickered, “Thought you’d wanna see my boobs first thing,” Lando felt a wave of shame rush over him, drowning in embarrassment of her comment. 

He puffed hot air up onto his top lip, a slight snarl twisting his lips. “Is that how I make you feel? Like all I want from you is your body?” His tone was harsh, piercing her skin and leaving a mark. Her expression shifted from her drunken daze to somewhat more alert. The sting behind his tone was solely just a cover for his genuine hurt, unbeknownst to her.

“No, no, Lans..” Her hand cupped his cheek, her voice softening as she said it. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it like that at all,” She angled for a kiss, receiving one almost immediately as he was an absolute sucker for an apology kiss. “If anything that’s more me, I was the one begging for you earlier,” That soothed his nerves, his mood switching back to aiming for pleasure.

He sat back on his heels as she shuffled her legs closer to her, her knees bending up towards the ceiling while still straightened enough to allow them to keep their eye contact. Lando bit his bottom lip, a cheeky grin sneaking out through it. “Sex?” He finally asked, watching her expression turn to match his. 

She leaned forward, hands tangling up in the fabric of his button up. Within seconds it had joined her panties somewhere flung mindlessly across the floor. Her fingers massaged into the groves of his back muscles, relishing in how each one ripples with each sudden movement he makes.

His fingers clasped around the zip of her dress, pulling it down tantalisingly slowly. With each bit of skin that was further revealed, his lips peppered kisses down her body. Her eyes fluttered shut, lost in the pleasure and an overwhelming feeling of ‘ oh god, finally’. As she felt the last of her dress removed and likely joined the other discarded clothes, Lando let out a short breath of exhilaration.

His nose nudged her neck, lips focused on her collarbones. “Open your eyes,” He grumbled, his thumbs kneading into her waist. “Want you to see this, pretty thing,” Her eyelids were heavier than ever so opening them felt like a chore. 

A flush of wetness streamed straight to her core as she felt him rocking his hips against her cunt. With a flurry of hands and mouths on eachother, she tucked her fingers into his boxer’s waistband and shoved them down, his hardened cock smacking up to hit his stomach.

Her eyes practically turned black as her pupils grew beyond a size Lando deemed possible. “Happy?” A finger slid back inside her like it had been before, moving in and out before realising she’s definitely ready enough for a second one. 

“Horny,” His free hand tightened in place over her hips, lifting up to help his digits reach further into her. He ignored her clit, wanting her to finish for a second time when he was actually inside her.

The head of his cock was reddened and had drops of pre-cum lining all over it. He removed his fingers from inside of her, met with a groan of discomfort, and moved that hand to wrap around his aching shaft. “I needa fuck you right now,” Lando grumbled, his hand stroking his throbbing cock a few times before meeting her eyes, seeing only pure lust and want.

His hands gripped her legs, pulling them apart and locking them to wrap around his waist. One hand returned back to his dick, guiding it into her dripping hole. A gasp was punched from her throat as he got close to bottoming out. She was full, insanely full, as if he was to leave right then she wouldn’t have been a complete woman without him inside her.

Admittedly, there was definitely a fair amount of pain that accompanies the intrusion, but it doesn’t come close to the overwhelming pleasure. “Colour?” His voice was thick as he moved in and out of her with renewed energy.

“Green,” 

Lando went faster and deeper. 

“Greener,” Her expression was dazed and dopey as she looked up at him, her lips lax as she tried to express that she wanted kisses while he ruined her.

He didn’t get the hint, just pushed her legs further up and went quicker.

He finished first and she followed quickly after. He collapsed on top of her in an exhausted pile of a mess, his breathing heavy and manual. “That was so fucking good,” Her eyes trailed up to the ceiling, a sort of emptiness filling the void. She wished he would shut up as he kept rambling on about how pretty she was and how perfect tonight had been. Post sex clarity set in, and hit hard.

Because not only did she just hook up with an f1 driver in a random country, that driver was the man that had been her best friend for years and was a known manwhore. “I love you,” He mumbled, his hand playing with her hair. “Always have, for fucking years I’ve loved you” She didn’t hear him though, his mouth muffled with a blanket in front of it and her ears covered by her pillow.

He fell asleep with his body half on top of her, his arm draped across her chest. Of course he wasn’t the type to practise aftercare. She wiggled out from underneath him, her eyes rimmed with exhaustion and the desperate need for sleep. As soon as her feet hit the plush cushioning of the carpet and the city lights of Singapore nightlife illuminated her face, she realised the grim mistake she’d made.

So with that, she picked her bra and underwear up off the floor, nicking a pair of his smallest shorts and an oversized McLaren hoodie, wrapped herself up in those clothes and headed downstairs to the lobby, calling a taxi to her own account despite how the receptionist said the charge could go to the room she’d stayed in- to Lando.

Even though he had plenty of money to his name and on his card, and how a fifteen dollar taxi would hardly be noticed- she didn’t want to feel an obligation to him to pay him back for this. She needed clarity and space, and feeling like she owed him wouldn’t allow that. 

With a quick text sent to him, ‘ thanks for tonight, don’t think we should do it again,’ she stepped into her taxi and headed to her own hotel, showering his touch off under scalding water.

The next morning when he woke up tangled in a heap of blankets and pillow, he noticed how cold and empty the bed was. “Love?” His voice thick with sleep, his arms aimlessly reaching for her. They hit nothing though, he was alone in his bed. 

He sat up in a panic, every single moment from the night before remembered exactly. Dancing at the club, his drink in her mouth, the look in her eyes. Back at the hotel, his hands undressing her, their mouths attached to each other’s with undoubtable passion. Him buried inside her, how she’d sounded, how gorgeous she’d looked underneath him.

He’d fucking told her he loved her. And now she was gone. 

The now cold bed sheets wound tighter around his body, the false feeling of an embrace not nearly enough to heal the hurt.

~ part 2 ~

[princessmaybank]

hi princess, I hope your break is going well <33 this is like super specific but could you do a jj x Routledge!reader with super blonde frizzy hair nd jj doesn’t know she dyes it brown until he walks in on her with a lions mane getting dye ready

No pressure at all for u to get to this, i love ur work so so much and I hope you’re going okay princess <333 thank you

thank you for the request! wasn't sure if you wanted smut in there but that's how all of my Fics end up so I'm assuming you do! I'm sorry this turned so dark if you wanted it fluffier. I have recently started Haunting Adeline 😂🤭🩷

Hair Dye

Pairings: JJ x Routledge!Reader

Warnings: Surprise Kiss, Fingering, Rough!Dark!JJ, Spanking, Panty Ripping, Hair Pulling, Choking, P in V, Creampie, Caught, etc.

Summary: Read the ask^

Author's Note: Wrote this so fast, I hope you like it, sorry it's so late!

"I just don't see the point, dad and I have brown hair, you got blonde hair, you should feel special!" John B says as I walk down the aisle searching for the color I want. "That's exactly the point JB. I feel left out. It's odd, plus people have asked us way too many times if we're dating, even though we have the same face." JB rolled his eyes in defeat as I found the shade of brown I was searching so hard for. I was so excited that I could barely wait until we got home.

"Hey JJ is coming over soon!" I hear JB yell from the kitchen as he puts away some groceries. "I expect nothing less. Your boyfriend basically lives here!" I laugh as I go into the bathroom and read the instructions. Once I think I finally have it down and the parts mixed together, my brother calls me into the kitchen. "I'm gonna start cooking dinner. Is there any way I am going to talk you out of this? Blonde hair takes a long time to come back." He says and almost on cue JJ stumbles in the front door. "And yet yours keeps coming back." I say throwing my thumb over my shoulder. He chuckled at my stupid joke and ruffled my hair, causing it to frizz up even more than it already had.

"Hey there, hot stuff." JJ said with a wink. I roll my eyes before walking to the bathroom. "He was talking to you!" I shout teasing JB about his best friend. "I definitely wasn't but okay. What's with her?" I hear him ask my brother. I put the gloves on and get a towel ready under my neck. "She's going to dye her hair. I kept trying to talk her out of it. Fuck, I forgot something at the store. I'll be back, try not to kill each other." I heard the screen door slam as John B ran out.

I heard loud footsteps coming from the hallway until they reached me. "You're not gonna try to talk me out of it too are you?" I say setting down the bottle of dye. "Not gonna try shit" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "You're not doing it." He demanded. "Who do you think you are?" I ask with a full attitude. "Y/N. You don't need to dye your hair." I shook my head. "I want to!" I whined. JJ went to grab the bottle of hair dye and so did I. Eventually he tore it from me and held it above his head. I wasn't able to reach it and he laughed because he thought he had won. I looked him in the eyes and took his face in my hands, planting a big kiss on him. when his lips moved back and forth with mine, I knew he'd drop his arm any second. And he did. I took the chance and stole my bottle back running to the guest bedroom and trying to make it to that bathroom. I wasn't aware JJ was right behind me until I was pinned against the bathroom door.

"Why must you be a little brat all the time?" He asked. JJ's eyes are dark now. This wasn't a game anymore. He removed the bottle from my hand, I let him take it because I was so stunned by this sudden change. "You're. Not. Dying. It." He said with a low menacing voice. "Jay-" I tried to plead, I don't know why, but he was scaring me. He was also kind of arousing me. I never had these feelings for my brother's best friend, maybe it was just how dark he felt in this moment.

He stared into my eyes before placing his lips to mine once again. It felt different this time, I felt a zing, coursing through my veins. His fingertips were now bruising my hips as he lightly humped me through our clothes. This felt unreal. I peak my eyes open for a moment. Yep. it was still JJ. He was still grabbing me with an intense force and grinding his rock hard cock into me.

My eyes shut again and I just went with it. His right hand moved to unbutton my shorts. When he found his way in, he didn't tease, he only plummeted two fingers into my soaked core. "He won't be gone long, if there's something you want from me..tell me now." He demanded again. My eyes stared into his begging to be fucked but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. "F-fuck me.." I whispered through my breath, unable to think as his fingers moved back and forth. "Speak up." His harsh tone scared me slightly but I said my phrase again, louder so he could hear.

His fingers escaped my opening, causing a whine to spill from my lips. He rolled his eyes before pulling my shorts down. I kicked them to the side before I was roughly turned around and slammed up against the door. A gasp flew out of me unexpectedly followed by another when I felt him slap my ass. I let out loud moans as he continued, taking turns with my cheeks. When they were blood red, he squeezed them in his hands. I hissed from the sensitivity he caused.

He toyed with my panties for a few seconds before he spoke. "You don't need these." He chuckled lightly before I heard a ripping sound. Shock was written all over my face as he tore the rest of the thin fabric off of my body. His fingers found my slick folds and teased them for a moment. I was about to chime in before hearing the sound of a zipper and shorts dropping to the ground. I didn't have enough time to process the noise before I felt his cock slide inside me. He let out a dark groan and quickened his pace, not letting me adjust to his size. He was going so fast and so hard. I was a moaning mess. My head started to fall but he didn't let it get too far. His hand pulled me back by my hair while his other wrapped around my throat. His fingertips squeezed tighter, not giving me much room to work air in or out. "You like that? Like my hand wrapped around your throat while you take my cock?" He asked and all I could do was give a small nod before he pulled my hair again, so now my ear was against his lips. "What would John B say if he walked in on us right now? Think he'd be pissed to see his sister with my cock jammed in her tight pussy?" He teased.

Those words were enough to cause an eruption in me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train and slid down his cock and onto his thighs. His hand left my throat and fell to my hips as I pulled in as much air as possible. He fucked me hard a few more times before his cum leaked inside of me.

The sound of the screen door opening and closing apparently wasn't enough to get JJ's dick out of me. My throat was tired, I couldn't mutter a word and JJ knew that. He rode out his high which made my eyes roll back. It was enough for me to squeeze my thighs together and cum again.

"JJ when I said anything, this is not what I meant!" JB shouted. We never even heard him walk in, but we heard the bedroom door slam. We cooled down and I went into the bathroom to inspect my neck. There were bruises where JJ had a hold of me. "What did he mean by that?" I asked. JJ was a lot brighter now. "Oh he messaged me before you two got home and told me to make you not dye your hair. He said to do anything I have to." He chuckled. "Wasn't planning this.." He said pointing to my neck. "But I'm glad it happened." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. A smile spread onto my face before I laid my head on his chest. He held me in his arms and I promised to never dye my hair.

"Good, I like pullin' on this blonde lion's mane." He giggled before I swatted at his chest.

[brainrot-goes-brrrrrr]

School bus graveyard headcanons :D

First sbg post, lets go!! No fastpass spoilers. Formatted on a laptop.

Aiden used to be a really light sleeper. Like if someone were to breathe within his vicinity, he would be up or at least aware that they were there. I think it was because he either had to move around a lot due to his parents and he wasn’t really able to get comfortable in one place, or because he was left alone often and he was aware of his surroundings. It has gotten better after this final move. I do think, though, after the whole deal with Savanna that he sleeps heavier just because he is exhausted

If a store has a sale where it is buy-one-get-one-free, Ben will take full advantage of it. Like the sales at Walmart where you buy a shit ton of single color tank tops or t-shirts for like ten dollars. It would explain his outfit variety, or lack thereof.

I like to think that Logan is stronger than what most people think when they see him. Not like visible muscle, mainly usable muscle that doesn’t really show up. He works with his grandparents like a florist(?), and I think that he does a good chunk of the heavy lifting considering their age. Large bags of dirt, fertilizer, and heavy pots require at least some muscles in order to do it effectively, and if he did it often it is pretty much a work out. [we love Logan here]

Taylor has curly hair, but just straightens it. I have no reasoning for this, I just think it fits her, just trust me on this one. I also think that she always carries a couple hair ties on her wrist or in her bag at all times. Being in the mechanics club she would likely have to have her hair up so that it stays out of her face or so it doesn’t get caught in tools. She also has a couple just in case anyone in the group needs them, mainly for Ashlyn, but I also think Aiden would use them to tie his bangs back or something.

Ashlyn just dies in the summertime because of her hair, mainly due to the heat and the humidity. I used to have long hair, and in the summer it caused me to sweat so much to the point where I felt disgusted whenever it touched me. It gets worse at night too because I’m pretty sure she sleeps with her hair down, at least when she is at home. Don’t get me started on the frizzing, with that much hair it seems like a nightmare.

Tyler is a hallway crush, it is honestly funny. I think it has to do with him being in the baseball club, and the fact that I like to think twins are popular (people just like to talk to them/Taylor is charismatic, and Tyler is considered a “jock”). He knows about it, but he does not get it or do anything about it. He is already too busy with school, his family, and now his friends and the Phantom dimension. Several people have come up to Taylor asking for his number, and she hates it every time.

Both of the twins have several moles/beauty marks on their face, and just in general, however, I like to think they are mirrored. For instance, if Tyler had one right above his right eye brow then Taylor has one above her left. Is this realistic, no clue but I think it is cool.

let me know what you think about these!!

[theostrophywife]

the christmas special | the slytherin boys.

author's note: a cute collection of christmas activities that each of the boys would do with you. consider this as my gift to all of you. merry christmas pookies ✨

BLAISE

during first year, you and blaise established a tradition of pranking your friends with elf on a shelf.

some of your most notable accomplishments were: placing your little elf friend on all of the cigarette butts that theo had a horrible habit of littering with and placing it on his desk while the elf smoked one of his fancy expensive italian cigs that he saves for special occasions.

for mattheo, blaise took an action figure and smeared it in red food dye to commemorate all of the fights he seemed to get himself into.

for draco, you slipped a tiny amount of purple dye in his shampoo which turned his hair lavender for an entire week.

for enzo, blaise ransacked his honeydukes stash and left a mountain of wrappers on his bed.

for regulus, you replaced his sleakeasy potion with plain old water, which made his pretty curls frizz up like he'd been electrocuted.

neither one of you were stupid enough to prank tom. that was a one way ticket to an avada.

this year, though, blaise flipped the game on you.

you woke up in your dorm surrounded by flowers and balloons with the elf sitting at the edge of your bed, holding a note that said: call me a christmas, because i'm already wrapped up in you — b.

you chuckled as you read the note. your door swung open, revealing a grinning blaise.

"i thought you might like that one. i have plenty of others, though."

"is that so, zabini? well, let's hear them then."

"are you a christmas tree? because I’m really pining fir you."

"wanna feel my ugly christmas sweater? it's made out of boyfriend material."

you burst into a fit of laughter, making blaise grin. "and my personal favorite, the star may be on top of the tree but you can be the star on top of me."

"blaize zabini, you are ridiculously adorable."

"yeah? did my efforts work then? wanna grab some hot cocoa with your favorite person?"

"oh? is draco free?" you chuckled at the sight of blaise's frown. "i'm kidding, blaise. now come on, i need a sweet treat. besides you, of course."

DRACO

draco was ridiculously competitive, which was a trait that you usually found endearing in your boyfriend, but he was definitely taking this gingerbread house competition to another level.

you had never seen draco so concentrated, measuring each piece with his wand and spreading the icing with such careful precision.

"we're going to win this year, I just know it." he said, his pink tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he secured the roof over your gingerbread house.

"it's not about winning, babe. it's about having fun!"

"fun?" draco asked incredelously. "no, darling, this is about crushing riddle underneath my boot, which I suppose is my own version of fun."

"oi! I heard that malfoy," mattheo complained.

"sorry matty, dray's gone full psycho." you teased, pinching your boyfriend's cheek. "I think it's rather cute though."

"you'd be the only one," theo said with an eye roll.

"don't hate, nott. where's your house anyways?"

theo shrugged while mattheo snorted. "notty boy here got too high and ate the entire thing."

you chuckled. "well, that's less competition for you and I, dray."

"good," draco said with a pleased smile. "now come on, darling. I want you to put on the finishing touch."

you nodded, taking the gumdrops from your boyfriend's hands and sticking them around the perimeter of the house. draco surveyed your hard work, really the only work he let you do since he was so adamant on building the entire thing from scratch.

"it's perfect, love."

"blimey," enzo said, cocking his head at the house. "you two really went all out this year."

tom scoffed. "it's architecturally inaccurate."

you rolled your eyes at the older riddle. "well, we couldn't exactly replicate everything, but i'd say dray did a fantastic job on his house."

"our house, darling," draco corrected. "or at least it will be soon enough."

"is that malfoy manor?" regulus asked.

"precisely," draco confirmed with a proud smile. he looped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss against your cheek. "and i've got the future lady of the manor right by my side."

you giggled, leaning into your boyfriend's touch. "lady of the manor? hmm, I like the sound of that, dray."

ENZO

every year, enzo looked forward to ice skating on the frozen banks of the black lake.

he was terrible at it, but it only made it that much more endearing.

you remembered the first time he dragged you out into the cold during first year, talking your ear off about how excited he was for this time of year.

along with you and enzo, the rest of your friends joined in on the fun. mattheo and theo were absolute menaces on ice, while regulus and draco made a whole competition out of it. pansy and blaise were content to watch in the safety of their enchanted tent, sipping hot chocolate in peace.

over the years, enzo had gotten a little bit better, but he was still a little shaky on the ice. he never minded though since you were always there to hold his hand while you patiently skated around the rink with him at a glacial pace.

you weren't that great at skating either. or so he thought.

until the two of you were chatting, keeping to the makeshift wooden rails at the edge of the lake, when mattheo and theo came barreling past.

"watch out, y/n!"

you clocked the two menaces skating past you at full speed and made a rather complicated maneuver that enzo couldn't have even dreamed of landing.

"oh my god," enzo exclaimed. "are you alright? and what was that? that little twirl and land combo? I thought you couldn't skate, honey."

you smiled sheepishly, cheeks warming at enzo's nickname for you. "it's called an axel jump. I may have told a little fib when I said I couldn't skate..."

"I can see that, love," enzo said with a chuckle. "why would you pretend that you couldn't skate?"

"I didn't want you to feel left out," you admitted shyly. "the boys are always showing off and I don't know, it was kind of nice just to take it slow with you."

"you did that for me?" enzo asked as a grin spread across his face. "i like taking it slow with you too, y/n. I look forward to it every year."

"and here I thought you just really liked the ice and snow."

"are you kidding? I hate the cold," enzo replied, shivering. "but I like when you old my hand and lead me around the rink. and I also like it when you make us hot cocoa with extra marshmallows after. I just like you, honey."

you beamed. "I like you too, enz."

enzo smiled in return, kissing the tip of your frost kissed nose. "now come on, love. show me that move again. it was hot."

MATTHEO

"babe, we're supposed to decorate the cookies not eat them all," you teased, snatching a snow shaped cookie out of your boyfriend's hands.

"but they taste so good," mattheo said with a pout. he flashed his big, brown eyes at you, fishing for sympathy. "you know I can't resist sweet things. why do you think i'm dating you?"

you chuckled at his cheekiness. "nice try, matty. but we have to decorate the cookies first and then you can have a bite."

"oh, i'll have a bite alright," you squealed as he tugged you flush against him, pulling you in for a not so innocent kiss. "there. that should hold me over for a few minutes. at least, long enough to decorate."

you shook your head and handed him the cookies and icing. mattheo hummed, bumping against your hip every so often as the two of you began decorating.

despite his complaints, mattheo's cookies turned out way better than yours.

"how are you doing that?" you asked, staring at the perfect piping on his snowflake.

"it's easy, princess. here, let me show you." mattheo slotted himself behind you, his big hands enveloping yours as he attempted to guide you in replicating his design.

"real smooth, matty. this is just an excuse to wrap your arms around me, isn't it?"

"hmm, no i'm genuinely trying to help."

you raised a brow, backing against his crotch. matty released a low groan. "is that a candy cane or are you just happy to see me, baby?"

"all i'm saying is that i'm more than happy to give you a white christmas, princess."

with a giggle, you turned around and pulled him down to you by the front of his cheesy christmas sweater. his lips met yours in an eager kiss, sighing softly into your mouth. as the sweet taste of icing coated your tongue, you chuckled.

"really, baby? you didn't even last a half hour before sneaking a taste."

"you're lucky I haven't bent you over this table yet, mi amor." his low, husky voice sent shivers down your spine.

"on second thought, i'm not opposed to having that sweet treat a little early."

mattheo smirked. those big, brown eyes were nearly black as he lifted you onto the counter, big hands roaming underneath your sweater as his lips attached themselves to your neck.

"I was hoping you'd say that, my little snowflake." you squealed as he pulled you towards him, smirking as he knelt before you. “let’s put you on the naughty list tonight, y/n.”

“I don’t mind, matty. I know you’ll make me feel real nice.”

“damn right, baby.”

REGULUS

you and regulus had not planned on getting this drunk.

the game plan was to tackle decorating the common room with ample snacks, spiked eggnog, and a classic christmas playlist.

you hadn't accounted for reggie's heavy hand when it came to making drinks.

"how much rum did you put in this thing, reg?" you asked between giggles, wrapping tinsel around yourself like a makeshift scarf. "i'm really feeling it now and we're only halfway done."

"hmm, dunno, I kind of just eyeballed it." regulus responded, dangling two emerald ornaments through his ears. "I also may have nicked the bottle from malfoy. he's going to throw an absolute fit when he finds out."

"my father will hear about this!" you exclaimed, repeating draco's iconic line. "how dare you put your peasant lips on my vintage rum?"

regulus snickered, clutching his sides. "don't make me laugh, love. i'm already smashed enough as it is."

"honestly, that's what they get for making us decorate all by ourselves."

"hmm, I don't mind. at least I got to spend more time with you."

you chuckled. "we're already attached at the hip as it is."

regulus raised a brow, pulling you in by your wrist. he stood to his full height and spun you around in a circle before catching you in his arms. "are you trying to say you're tired of me, ma chérie?"

"never. you know you're my favorite person, reggie."

"you're my favorite, too." regulus murmured, his green eyes softening as he swayed. music played softly in the background as he pulled you closer. "dance with me?"

you giggled. "we're smashed, reggie. what if I trudge on your toes?"

"you do that sober anyways," regulus teased. "just humor me, please, y/n?"

you nodded, smiling softly as regulus led you into a waltz. despite his drunkenness, reggie was still the elegant dancer that he always was. it was in that aristocratic black blood, you supposed.

as you swayed in his arms, regulus pressed his forehead against yours, his pretty curls tickling your nose as he smiled. "tu es l'amour de ma vie."

"what does that mean, reg?"

"it means that there's no one else i'd rather get drunk and decorate with besides you. merry christmas, y/n."

you beamed, rising to your tiptoes and kissing his nose. "merry christmas, reggie."

THEO

playing white elephant with your friends was chaotic, to say the least. the annual tradition almost always ended in tears and sometimes even blood.

this time around, you were the one most likely to draw blood.

"that's not fair!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms and glaring at draco. "you only want the heated blanket because I want it. you probably have a thousand fur throws, malfoy!"

draco smirked as he wrapped the white, fluffy blanket around his shoulders. "yes, but I stole this one. from you. that makes it special."

the shit-eating grin he flashed at you was enough to push you over the edge. "i'm going to skin you, you little ferret. give me back my blanket—"

"oh no you don't, dolcezza." a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and held you back from lunging at draco. theo hauled you over his shoulder and set you down on the sofa.

"don't manhandle me, teddy!"

theo bit back a grin as you huffed in indignation. he knelt before you, tapping your nose. "you're being bad, little missy. i'm putting you in time out."

"i'm not a child!" you responded, frowning at your best friend. "besides, draco started it. he stole my bloody blanket!"

"yes, but that's no excuse for violence, is it bella?"

"theodore, you literally bit enzo for taking your gift last year."

"I never claimed to be perfect."

you rolled your eyes, which only made theo chuckle. "tell you what. if you promise not to maim malfoy, i'll buy you as many heated blankets as you want." you raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with the offer. "i'll even throw in some hot chocolate and cuddles. the complete teddy package. sound good?"

"okay," you said with a sigh. "but only cause you asked nicely."

theo smiled and kissed your forehead. "good girl. now come on, pans made spiked eggnog."

thirty minutes later, you were curled up on the sofa with theo. you yawned, blinking slowly at whatever mattheo was supposed to be enacting for christmas charade. he was either doing something very vulgar or riding a sleigh. you could never really tell with matty.

"getting sleepy, bella?" theo asked, poking his nose against yours.

"mhm," you murmured, burrowing yourself into theo's neck. he smelled like cigarettes and pine. "will you carry me to bed, teddy?"

"course," theo replied as he kissed your temple. "don't you want to bring your blanket, though?"

you blinked in confusion, but smiled when theo presented you with the fluffy, white heated blanket. "you got it back for me?"

"draco and I made a deal," theo confirmed as he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

"threatening to throw me off of the astronomy tower if I don't give you the blanket does not constitute as a deal, theodore," malfoy said with a frown.

theo waved him off as he scooped you into his arms. "the important thing is, you've got your blanket back."

you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. "you're the best, teddy."

"anything for you, tesoro." theo murmured softly as he climbed up the stairs with you in his arms.

"wait!" mattheo exclaimed. "you're under the mistletoe." he pointed to the small sprig hanging atop the alcove you were currently under. "that means you two have to kiss."

theo flushed, his gaze dropping to your lips as he shifted nervously. "we don't have to, bella—" the words died in his throat as you tugged at the front of his sweater, dragging his lips down to yours.

the kiss was soft and sweet and you melted into theo like the missing piece of a puzzle finally slotting into place after years and years of pining and yearning.

you smiled as theo blinked slowly, those pretty eyes brimming with love and adoration. "you—I—wow," he breathed.

"c'mon, teddy. you promised me cuddles." you chuckled, brushing your thumb over his lips. "and kisses too?"

theo grinned. "kisses too, amorina."

TOM

tom had never really been a big fan of the holidays.

he certainly had no interest in taking part in something as childish as secret santa.

yet the second he heard that you were participating, tom was suddenly the first one to toss his name in the ring.

by luck of the draw (he threatened enzo who was the one to actually pick your name to switch), tom got you this year and even he had to admit that he was excited to exchange gifts.

the annual slytherin christmas party was the usual sensory nighmare of tom's dreams, but he soldiered through the incessant chattering, itchy wool jumper, and heavy handed spiked hot chocolate. all because of you.

"are you having fun, pumpkin?"

tom's brow quirked at the nickname, but made no protest as you sidled up next to him. on anyone else, the red velvet dress with white fur trim, ornament earrings, and christmas lights necklace would've looked tacky, but for some reason, tom found it quite endearing on you.

"it's not horrible," tom conceded.

"not horrible? why, thomas, that's almost a compliment."

"don't push your luck, doll."

you chuckled as you looped your arm through his. "wouldn't dream of it," you responded cheekily. "now come tommy, it's time for secret santa."

tom watched as the rest of the group exchanged gifts. more accurately, he watched you clap and cheer at every gift that youy friends opened. the look of genuine joy on your face was almost cracked a smile out of him.

he supposed it wasn't such a terrible thing to endure.

"your turn, y/n," pansy said.

all eyes were on you as you took your gift from the pile, carefully unwrapping the pretty green and silver paper. tom fought the urge to grin as you took the black silk ribbon off of the box and tied your hair back with it.

you pulled out the first gift, which was a set of fresh coloured inkpots from france that you religiously used to write your notes with.

"oh my god, these are my favorite! and I just ran out too," you exclaimed excitedly.

the next gift were a pair of the high heeled boots tom had caught you staring at in hogsmeade. you were convinced that your feet would get too cold in them and that they'd hurt your feet, so tom charmed them to be comfortable and warm, which you discovered with delight when you pulled them on.

"i love them! i'm going to wear them all the time."

you peered into the box, which contained one last gift. a pretty pink leather bound journal that had your initials scrawled in gold ink on the cover. your eyes immediately snapped up to tom's.

"how fancy," pansy said. "any guesses on who your secret santa is, y/n?"

"tommy!" you said with a grin. "i've only complained to him a thousand times about running out of my coloured ink and he was with me when I was eyeing these shoes in the village." you hugged the journal to your chest, smiling shyly at him. "and I told him how much I liked his fancy journal."

"now we can match, doll."

"thank you, thank you, thank you," you said excitedly, enveloping tom in a tight hug. the rest of the group looked on curiously, smirking amongst themselves at the fact that tom allowed the gesture. if it were anyone else, tom probably would've hexed them within an inch of their life.

"does that mean you like it, y/n?"

"no," you said, still maintaining a death grip around his neck. "i love it, tom. it's perfect. you're perfect, pumpkin."

tom blinked as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. your cherry lip gloss branded his skin, but he didn't mind one bit. he would wear the mark proudly.

"do my eyes deceive me?" mattheo crooned. "are you blushing, brother?"

"aw, how cute. pumpkin’s got a little crush," theo added.

tom glared at both boys. "you have two seconds to run."

mattheo and theo both looked at each other before taking off in the opposite direction.

"really, tommy?" you teased, giggling.

"they're being twats."

"such a grumpy little grinch," you exclaimed, tapping his nose. "at least let me give you your gift before you maim the boys."

"can I have a hint?"

"let's just say you and nagini will be warm and cozy this christmas," you said with a devious smile. "I made the two of you matching jumpers!"

"you better be joking, doll."

"oh, i'm as serious as a heart attack, tommy.” tom scowled as you slipped your fingers through his. "but don't worry, you get more than one gift tonight."

"you're lucky you're cute, y/n."

you chuckled, standing on your tiptoes to press a matching kiss on his other cheek. "yeah, but not nearly as cute as you, pumpkin."

[banquetwriter]

Can you do a Johnnie x reader like you go to one of Tara’s parties and it’s just you guys having fun and going home together and super cute

୨୧ Karaoke ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ reader is hungover a lil, cursing, drinking (nothing bad tho just a party) one kiss 🤭

summary: ʚ you share a first kiss with Johnnie at another one of Taras parties ɞ

Words: 2053

An: AHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE WE NEED MORE FLUFFY JOHNNIE STUFF!! i hope this is what you meant and i can def do one where it’s just y’all at home (👀)

You could hear your phone ringing. You weren't sure where exactly. You felt the natural urgency to pick your it up. You opened your eyes, squinting at the sunlight that leaked into your room. You answered the phone with a creaky little “Hello?” you asked. Flopping on your back.

The tiredness of waking up suddenly filled your body. “Y/n? ARE YOU STILL ASLEEP?” Tara’s voice shrills through your phone. You wince holding the phone away from your ear in pain. “Yes Tara, I WAS still asleep until you called me. I am still hungover… I think.” you said rubbing your eyes, you felt something weird on your hands so you looked at them only to reveal dried crusty makeup… Perfect!

Falling asleep with your makeup on is super cute. “Y/n! It's 2 pm! You have my party later! You can be hungover tomorrow, ok?” she said. You hear rattling sounds, she is presumably setting stuff up while calling you. You take the phone from your face to reveal it is, infact, 2:13 pm. You put the phone back up to your face, sighing.

“Yeah I remember, don't worry,” you mumbled, turning over. “Ok good, and take care of yourself seriously, eat like a salad or some shit,” Tara says as you let out a little giggle at her words. “Will do Tara,” you say, finally standing up and stretching.

“Bye y/n.” you hear her say before the call ends. “Mmmmm fuck.” you mumble to yourself rubbing your face, with your hands. You check your phone to see a text from Carrington asking if you are still collabing today.

“Damnit,” you mumble, pulling up the text chain. You confirmed the collaboration and suggested a video idea of streaming you guys trying the deli food from Erewhon for the first time. He agreed to the idea, you took a shower, got half ready, and filmed the stream with your friend.

All the comments talking about just how rough you looked were not helping your confidence any. You knew that they were joking but still. It didn't make you feel very good or very motivated to dress cute for the party tonight.

A party where Johnnie WOULD be. And as stupid as it was to admit you wanted to impress him so much. So after the video was filmed of eating shitty and overpriced food you managed to pull yourself together to get ready. Hoping back in a shower to shave and go the full nine yards.

You put on a damn cute outfit that was sure to earn a few edits from your fans. You did your makeup and hair to your liking and the night was looking up. You frizzed and messed with the last strand of your hair before snapping a picture for your Instagram story.

You were feeling a little mischievous and decided to put a song in the background as one of Johnnie’s. You picked “Angel of Death” since you helped him direct that one. You posted the black-and-white selfie and audibly giggled at the thought of seeing him within the next hour or so.

You hopped into an Uber and eventually made it to Tara’s party. The bright lights and music created a lively and bright atmosphere. You set your bag in Tara’s room and made your way through the living room saying hi to all your friends.

Managing to get to the rooftop where Tara and the rest of the gang were. “Heyyyy,” you said creeping up behind your short friend. “Y/n!” she shouts, wrapping her arms around you.

You get pulled into a tight and warm hug, smelling the alcohol on her breath. “Y/n, what's up?” Sam asked, looking up from his seat on a couch. Fairy lights and another speaker were set up outside.

There were a bunch of people all packed into the smaller space. “I'm good, what about you?” you ask, taking a cup from the table. “Were good were good. We just heard about you being a little hungover this morning from Tara.” Sam said, squinting as he took a sip of his drink.

You faked a look of offense as you looked at Tara. She has a giant grin making her hand into a heart as an apology. “Tsk tsk. I was not hungover! I was just recovering from one the previous day, ok?” you say in defense of yourself as you sit next to Johnnie and Colby.

“Well, that's not what we heard,” Colby said next to you, holding his hands up. “I was hungover yesterday and these two dumbasses forced me to try 7/11 pizza so yeah this morning was a rough time ok?” you say pointing to Jake and Johnnie.

Jake’s mouth flew open in offense. “Woah ok the Pizza was NOT that bad.” he grabbed a bottle of alcohol pouring some into his cup. Johnnie let out a dry laugh beside you, you turned to him smiling. “Ok, y/n we believe you. And you didn't wake up next to that server we saw mmmm?” Tara said, moving her shoulder a little.

“Hell no I didn't wake up next to no fucking server. You're one to talk by the way,” you said, sipping whatever was in your cup. “Whatever,” Tara says as you settle into the couch.

The air was cold but there were heat lamps surrounding the terrace. The next warmest thing was Johnnie's body. He was so close to yours that you could practically feel his heat radiating onto your skin. “Was the pizza that bad?” Johnnie whispered into your ear.

“No not really but Jake woke me up at the ass crack of dawn to stream that so,” you whispered back. You could smell his cologne and the smell of cigarette smoke on him. You know that smoking wasn't a good habit but fuck he did look hot when he did.

“Hey, it was like 11 when we filmed that. It was not that early ok?” he said back his voice louder this time. Not that anyone noticed. Everyone else was absorbed in their conversations at this point. You giggle slightly at his words.

Your eyes look up to meet his. It's hard under all his hair and messy eye makeup to see his bright blue eyes, but you manage. You stare into them for almost too long. You close your eyes forcing yourself to look away. You’re scared you might have never been able to look away if it wasn't for the fact you were both at a party with other people.

Including all of your and his friends who would tease you both if you were gazing into each other's eyes. “Hey, I was hungover that day, ok? 11 is way too fucking early to be up hungover.” you say in defense of yourself for what feels like the millionth time this night alone, downing whatever was in your cup.

You inhaled sharply feeling the roaring effects of the alcohol as it burned its way down your throat. “Yeah, that's completely fair,” Johnnie says, moving his head slightly to move his hair. You purse your lips together moving your body to face the group again.

Johnnie stays looking at you, his shoulders now completely blocking your view of Jake. Not that you were complaining of course. The night moved on, and you didn't drink a lot, not trying to upset your stomach further of course.

By now you, Jake, and Johnnie were all doing some shitty karaoke downstairs. You of course had picked a PTV song and were attempting to nail the notes. After your throat was sore you handed the microphone off to Jake and sat next to Johnnie once again.

Jake had picked some Billy Joel song he and was failing miserably. You and Johnnie were both giggling away at his antics. You pulled out your phone to record him. “Oh god are you actually gonna post that?” Johnnie asks with a grin.

“Duh. Probably just put it on my Instagram story,” you said nudging him slightly. There is a beat of silence between you two before Johnnie speaks again. “Is there a reason you posted your picture to my song?” Johnnie asked.

Your hands, which were still holding your phone, dropped slightly. You felt a rush of heat flood your face as your brain short-circuited. Trying to come up with an excuse for your random amount of boldness.

“Oh- I just- I-” you stuttered out turning the video off. You felt like a fish out of water flapping around for any excuse you could think of. And thank whatever god may exist as your prayers were answered as Jake handed the microphone to Johnnie.

“What? Dude, I'm not singing.” Johnnie said, looking at Jake’s hand holding the microphone. “Duuuude!” Jake says dramatically slouching down, feeling the obvious effects of the liquor. “Dude you're literally a singer,” you say looking at him, your eyebrow cocked up.

“I-” he starts to speak before looking at his friend and then at you. You nod your head in encouragement, he closes his eyes with a sigh. “Fine,” he mutters, grabbing the microphone. He takes a few seconds to queue up a song.

You don't record this time. Just laugh with your friends as Johnnie attempts to sing a song. His eyes catch yours for a moment, and his voice breaks and slowly stops working. It seems like time slows down only your heartbeat can be heard

It feels like for a few seconds your worlds combined. The eyes that were watching Johnnie apparently caught up to him as he suddenly looked around the room. He tries to pick up the pace of this song and fails miserably. Completely missing half the words.

Your breath catches in your throat and you decide you need a break. You swallow deeply, stand up and almost run out of the room. You weren't sure what you were doing, just that you felt like your insides were suffocating.

You made it to the kitchen grabbing an empty solo cup and filling it up with water. You gulped down a few drinks of it before sitting up on a counter. You wipe a drop of water that fell from your mouth as footsteps alert you someone walked into the kitchen.

You turn to see that Johnnie is slowly creeping into the room. “Hey,” you said looking back down at your feet that rested against the cabinet. “Hey,” he said, walking around the kitchen island facing you. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the opposite counter as you.

“Y-yeah I'm fine. Just got a little intense back there I guess,” you said gesturing to the living room where we both just were. “Did you really wake up with that server?” he asks, barely able to keep eye contact.

You laugh slightly “God no.” you mutter out once again looking down. “Tara And Kat were making a bunch of jokes about it but I was never into him don't worry.” you say trying to laugh it off.

He doesn't say anything, just slowly getting closer to you. You looked up at him. You feel your eyes lock again.

You don't shy away this time. You let Yourself hold eye contact. That familiar feeling in your face travels back in. Your breaths move at similar paces as he slowly shares your space.

You tried to speak but no words came out. You're glad they don't truthfully. Johnnie's hand slowly comes up and meets your face, holding your chin. He moves in between your legs and pulls your face in for a kiss.

Your eyes flutter closed as your lips meet. You swear you could hear fireworks exploding in your brain. He was so so so close, but you needed him closer. The cup was long abandoned as your hands reached up to pull his face closer.

It seems to work as his whole body moves next to you, touching you. His hand, the other one that wasn't holding your face steady moves to hold himself on the counter.

You're not sure how long it was before you moved away from him for a breath. You feel the heat in your cheeks move down to your neck and chest and you look down. “Wanna get out of here?”

[catladyoftheyr]

Too Sweet Ch. 4

Ch: (1) (2) (3)

Harvey x Gn reader

Summary: you stumble upon Harvey leaving Caroline’s dance aerobics class and startle him. He accidentally drops his dumbbells on your foot and has to patch you up <3

Word count: 1.6

A/n: vhs because in my heart stardew is set in the 90s. Also he can lift you because his dance aerobics class is WORKING OKAY lmaooo I just thought it was cute 🥰

You woke up groggy, regretting the decision to pack light when you moved to the Valley. You missed your coffee maker. You desperately wanted to roll over, to pull the sheets back over your head and sleep for just 5 more minutes. But you knew yourself well enough that 5 minutes would turn into 20. You had animals to feed and crops to tend to. You dragged yourself out of bed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before sliding your feet into your work shoes. Getting dressed could wait, you decided.

The summer air was muggy and you knew that sooner rather than later your clothes would start to stick and your hair would start to frizz. You let the animals out to graze and deftly avoided stepping on any chickens while you made your way over to the new barn you'd commissioned from Robin. A small calf poked her head out of the barn door and mooed. “Good morning to you too, Daisy.” You gave her a gentle pet on the head and she nuzzled back affectionately.

The barn and the calf had drained the last of your money. You’d have to sell directly to Pierre today if you wanted cash to buy any more seeds. You dressed for the day and headed back outside to assess what you could sell. You’d managed to craft some rudimentary sprinklers after finding a book full of blueprints your grandfather had left behind. It saved watering time, but you still had to harvest everything manually. You arranged a large basket full of everything you could part with before heading into town.

The bell on the door rang as you walked into the general store. Pierre greeted you as you set the large basket on the counter. “You’re selling today?”

“I need more seeds and tomorrow’s Wednesday.” It wasn’t technically a lie. You just omitted the fact that you were flat broke as well.

“Well I’m happy to help out. It’ll be great to have some fresh from the farm produce to offer.” Pierre took his time examining the goods you’d brought, carefully placing each item on the counter and punching numbers into his calculator. You made idle chit chat as the women from Caroline’s dance aerobics class began to file out into the store. You told Marnie that the calf was settling in just fine, thanked Robin again for her hard work on your barn. Emily told you what she was getting Gus for his birthday and overheard Jodi ask Caroline what she should make for dinner. You heard Pierre announce your total and you exchanged most of your meager earnings for seeds, pocketing the rest. You were turning to leave when you saw one more person enter the store from the house. Was that…. Harvey?

You rubbed your eyes thinking you might have made a mistake, but this town was small and that was definitely the local doctor standing there. He held a pair of small dumbbells, and you noticed sweatbands on his wrists and forehead. He wore a pair of small shorts and a t-shirt boasting what you assumed was his alma mater. You walked over to say hello and tapped him playfully on the shoulder. Harvey spun around, seemingly frightened by the unexpected touch. He dropped the dumbbells in surprise and you felt them land directly on your foot. You swore and jumped back, hopping on your good foot.

“I’m so sorry!” You both shouted in unison, apologizing to the other for different things. “I didn’t mean to startle you-“

“Your foot!”

“I think it’s okay really. I should head home.”

“You should let me examine it. The clinic is next door.” Harvey’s face displayed genuine concern, and you were secretly worried that your foot was broken. You relented, hoping the injury wasn’t going to impact your farm work. You turned around to head outside and winced as soon as you put pressure on the bad foot. You inhaled sharply and tried to find a way to walk. Harvey took notice of your efforts and wrapped one arm around your waist while draping one of yours across his shoulders. “Let me help you.”

You’d never been this close. You felt your face flush and hoped he wouldn’t notice. The act of chivalry seemed to come so naturally to him. You made your way to the clinic slowly, relishing the feeling of his arm on your waist. Harvey helped you through the doors of the clinic, allowing you to sit down on a bench in his waiting room. “Thank you” you whispered as you adjusted your positioning.

“It’s the least I could do. I can’t apologize enough for what happened. Now let’s take a look.” Harvey was especially gentle as he knelt in front of you; He unlaced your shoes, sliding off the sock of the injured foot. He pursed his lips as he examined you.

“I’m sorry I startled you. I just wasn’t expecting to see you today; at least not in Caroline’s group.”

“You need to stop apologizing.” Harvey fell silent for a moment, contemplating his next words. “I joined as a way to try and stay active. I’m not as young as I once was; it’s getting harder to stay In shape.” His face had a hint of flush to it as he spoke. You wouldn’t dream of saying it, but you found it incredibly endearing. You also couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. Harvey typically wore slacks and blazers. You trailed your vision down the lines of his arms and imagined running your fingers over the veins. His legs had a considerable amount of hair and you traced it as it disappeared under the hem of his shorts. His physique reminded you of someone’s dad, you could picture him wearing socks and sandals and denim shorts while he stood behind a grill.

“I think it’s nice that you’re making the decision to do what’s healthy. And all the women in that group are really nice. Caroline gives me some tea leaves from the bushes in her sunroom. You picked good friends.”

“Thank you. Can you promise me you won’t tell anyone else, though? Word spreads fast in small towns. I’m not ready for everyone to know about this.” His face flushed deeper, a clear shade of red now.

“I promise.” You extended your arm toward him and stuck out the pinky on your hand. “I pinky swear it.” Harvey chuckled and smiled at you before hooking his own pinky in yours and shaking hands.

Turning his focus back to your door he frowned as he felt around it gently. Even the soft touches hurt and you hissed quietly when he hit an especially sore spot. He prompted you through rotations and flexes before rising to his feet. “The good news is it’s not broken. But it’s bruised pretty badly. The swelling should go down significantly in a couple hours and you should be able to work on it tomorrow. But you need to stay off it for the rest of the day if you want it to heal. I’ll wrap it for you in a second, but you should probably ice and elevate it as well.”

The doctor disappeared behind the doors and you heard the sounds of drawers and cupboards opening and closing. You sighed and shook your head while you tried to stop the montage of scenes from today from replaying in your mind. Images of Harvey in athletic shorts, his smile as he linked pinkies, how his hands felt on you, and the look on his face when he saw you in Pierre’s swirled around your brain. Your daydreams were interrupted when Harvey emerged holding materials to wrap your foot. He worked deftly, the years of experience showing as he wrapped the fabric around you in record time. He let out a small sigh as he finished.

“You’re all set. However as your doctor I am strongly recommending that you don’t try to walk home on that foot yet. You could delay your recovery and risk further damage. Now as your friend, I’m proposing that you can come upstairs and watch a movie to stay off your feet.”

“I don’t think I can climb the stairs…”

“Leave it to me” Harvey leaned forward and swept you into his arms in one smooth motion, holding you bridal style. You gasped as your legs dangled in the air and giggled as he began to ascend the stairs carrying you. You leaned in closer, seizing the opportunity to press yourself against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he finagled the door to his apartment open. You breathed in deeply through your nose, trying to hold onto his scent before he set you down on his couch. He pulled his coffee table closer to the couch to allow you to rest and elevate your foot.

The doctor strode to a shelf near the tv that held an extensive collection of VHS tapes. He hummed as he browsed through the titles before selecting one. He popped the tape into the VCR. He settled onto the couch next to you, close enough that you could feel the fabric of his t-shirt against your arm. The movie was in black and white, definitely a classic. “I put in The Zuzu City Express. It’s one of my favorites” Harvey explained almost sheepishly. You hadn’t picked him as a film buff.

You tried to focus on the film, but the truth is you were exhausted from the stressful day. Harvey’s arm was draped across the back of the couch. You let your head fall onto his shoulder. He made no effort to move you, no indication that the action was unwanted. You relaxed and a yawn escaped. Your eyelids grew heavier as you tried harder to pay attention to the movie. Harvey’s arm moved to rest across the back of your neck, his hand falling on your shoulder as you drifted off.

[or0ch1maru]

Could you write some fluff of my favorite pretty boy deidara? :)

He’s so cutie and I need to see him go on a date and be happy for once

I apologize for my absence loves. It’s been busy and then my health went to shit for a while so I decided to take a break from most of my socials to fully unwind and heal.

But I’m feeling much better and I’m planning on sending out some requests over the next few days. Also, as I’ve mentioned before, I’d love to get some jjk requests in since I recently finished watching the show and would love to add some characters to my write list!

Fluff, deidara x GN reader first date 🫶🏻

•

-the two of you first met when Deidara visited your weaponry shop for a custom order

-the adorable blonde acting stoic but with a hint of pink blush to his cheeks as he ushered out a thanks before leaving

-just like the rest of the akatsuki, he visited monthly for a fresh set of weaponry. Kunai’s, shuriken, sheaths, the usual

-it wasn’t until his fifth time visiting that the words fell from his lips. “Um, want to go dinner sometime?” And of course, you said yes. Giving him a date and time

-the night came, and from hours before, Deidara was in his room, making sure his liner came out nice and nothing was smeared or smudged.

-the same goes for his hair. He brushed it out(multiple times may I add) making sure there were no knots or frizz

-he even annoyed the hell out of poor Sasori. “You sure I look okay?”, “don’t lie to get me to shut up ya know”

-after Sasori, and Itachi’s reassurance. The explosive blonde made his way towards your place. Your address scribbled on a piece of paper in your neat scrawl

-after knocking, he waited patiently, a small bouquet of flowers sitting in his grip.

-Konan was the one to explain that it’s ‘custom’ to bring some sort of small gift, flowers, or even chocolate to a first date

-and coming from a woman, he took her advice seriously. Picking out a beautiful, yet simple flower bouquet. Deidara didn’t want to go over board in case you ended up thinking he was weird, or overwhelming

-his cheeks flushed a bright red when you opened the door. A gentle smile plastered across your face as you gazed up at him. Your hair styled nicely, on top of a casual yet classy outfit

-just like deidara, you didn’t want to go overboard with your clothing. Wanting something comfortable yet stylish, but also sophisticated and casual

-deidara had picked a cozy, family owned restaurant about twenty minutes from your village

-the food was delicious, and filling. The two of you chit chatting about multiple different things. Mostly how it was being a member of the akatsuki and how it was being a blacksmith for rogue ninjas

-as the night wore down, Deidara walked you home. His fingers grazing your hand for most of the walk. It wasn’t until you took the initiative to hold his hand. Yours fitting so perfectly against his

-not minding his mouth hands in the slightest. Bringing you back to the day you two first met and you complimenting them

-“tonight was great, I had fun” deidara would say softly, his voice even but an underlying tone of nervousness was apparent

-despite the two of you having fun on the date, he was scared that you would ghost him, or simply say you weren’t interested in him anymore

-it wasn’t until you stood on your toes, placing a soft peck to his cheek with the words “I’d like to see you again, if that’s okay with you” fell past your lips as you gazed up at him, your two hands holding onto his that he finally relaxed

-“how does next Friday sound?” He asked you kindly, a soft smile etched on his features

-deidara then walked home, a huge smile on his face, one full of pride and happiness as your soft voice echoed in his mind

-“I’d love that, I’ll see you then” repeating over and over in his mind as he approached the compound

-excited to see you once again

[chaosheadspace]

I immediately got stuck on #2 for library boys, with Murphy, Hob, and Orpheus going to the farmer’s market together. 💗

Okay, thank you for sending in an ask and sorry it took so long to finish! This takes place at a yet unspecified time ;) 

Hob is rather proud of himself. He has lured both Murphy and Orpheus to the farmers market with him, despite the latter claiming that it is too cold. He's done so with the promise of buying handmade ravioli from one of his favourite stalls to cook for dinner tonight, and hot chocolate from a nearby cafè afterwards.

Orpheus is wearing his new puffer jacket, and their breaths cloud in the air due to a late bout of frost. Despite his earlier protest, he seems very much interested in being here now; dashing from stall to stall, begging an apple off an unsuspecting farmer with big eyes. Hob chuckles.

“Where's the one with the pasta?” Orpheus mumbles with his mouth full. “I can't see it.”

“Just a little further. You're too small to see it yet, but there's a big penne on top of the stall.”

“I am not,” Orpheus protests. “Mpampa, I need to get up on your shoulders.”

Murphy raises one eyebrow and keeps on walking, his hands still in his pockets. “Little sparrow, you have not sat on my shoulders in years. You are too heavy for it now.”

“But you literally call me little sparrow!” Orpheus protests, putting his apple core into a nearby bin.

Murphy doesn't give in. “No.”

With a defeated sigh, Orpheus stuffs his fists into the pockets of his jacket, lowers his head and trudges after him. And Hob—Hob can’t take it. Not two of them, pouting and irritated, cookie cutter copies in face and stature, if not in height and hair.

“Come on, up you go,” Hob says gently, crouching down.

Orpheus’s eyes go wide. “Really?”

“Really,” Hob smiles.

It’s a little awkward, and at one point Hob is in serious danger of toppling over as Orpheus clambers onto his shoulders. He’s heavier than he looks, and much heavier than Hob anticipated despite his slight build, but he’ll be damned if he gives up. With an eye roll and a smile, Murphy helps him stand again and Hob sways a little before finding his balance.

“I can see it!” Orpheus shouts, half-jumping, knee knocking against Hob’s chin.

“Whoah, careful there,” Hob chides, gripping Orpheus’s shins tighter. He’s just glad he’d put his hair up in a bun this morning, because he’s got no idea what he would have done with a braid right now.

Orpheus stills and twists a little to find a more comfortable position. “Sorry, sorry.”

He’s warm against the back of Hob’s head, his hands against Hob’s neck and jaw, his legs and feet curled to the sides of Hob’s chest. He’s heavy and their centre of balance is giving Hob trouble but he knows, feels it in his stomach that he’ll carry Orpheus as long as he bloody well can. Hopefully he’ll hold out until they reach the pasta stall. Christ, that child is heavy.

The fond looks they get from other people pour a pleasant warmth into Hob’s stomach that only grows when Murphy takes his hand, so everyone can see they belong together. They’re being a nuisance, blocking more than half the path walking like this, but Hob doesn't care one bit.

When they reach their destination and Hob sets Orpheus down again (which he miraculously manages without beheading himself with sixty pounds of child) he can feel his flyaway hairs stand up with the frizz from Orpheus’s puffer jacket. Murphy rolls his eyes again, which Hob counts as a win, and tries to smooth them down. Hob knows by now that the eye roll means that Murphy doesn’t know what to do with his fondness, and it comes out in peculiar ways.

Smiling, he kisses Murphy’s cheek in thanks. Then it’s their turn, and Orpheus begs until they buy three kinds of pasta. It’s way too much, but Hob knows by experience that they freeze like a charm, so he doesn’t mind.

As they slowly make their way towards the café, Orpheus dashing ahead of them with the shopping bag, Hob leans in to whisper into Murphy’s ear.

“Could I persuade you to give me a back massage this evening?”

Now it’s Murphy’s turn to smile, and he does so rather smugly. “Oh? Have you learned that an eleven year old child is, indeed, too heavy to carry like that?”

“Yes,” Hob grins and squeezes his hand. “And I’ll very likely do it again.”

[lunar-years]

For the first sentence of a fic thing:

The first time Roy thinks nothing of it; the second he thinks it a coincidence – but the third time, and catching the studied nonchalance on Jamie and Keeley’s faces, he begins to grow suspicious.

The first time Roy thinks nothing of it; the second he thinks it a coincidence – but the third time, and catching the studied nonchalance on Jamie and Keeley’s faces, he begins to grow suspicious. "And neither of you have seen it?" he repeats slowly, staring at each of them in turn with his most intense, patented glare, waiting for one of them to break.

Jamie's face remains completely stoic--impressive, actually. Usually he's first to crack. Keeley shrugs innocently and murmurs, "Guess you must've misplaced it again, babe...."

Roy snorts. Yeah. He'd believed that the first time, when he'd found it buried on Jamie's shelf buried amongst his many, many hair products. Roy must've confused the shelves one night. His eyesight is shit in the dark, after all. Then when he next went to use it, the thing was fucking broken, so okay. Shit happened. Order another, no big deal.

This time, though, the trimmer was brand-fucking-new. And he knows exactly where he placed it once he'd removed it from the packaging. "You know that this is important, right?" he growls. "I've got be at the club in like two hours. Looking professional."

He glances past their heads to catch a sight of himself in the mirror. He meant to get a real haircut, but after a few rounds of putting it off, it's gotten long enough now for the curls to really be coming back, in desperate need of a trim, and his beard looks utterly unruly to match. Altogether, he looks like he's an aspiring caveman instead of the fresh new manager of a Premier League team.

"Your beautiful curls aren't unprofessional," Keeley says crisply, arms crossed and looking all put out like he's offended her talking about his own damn hair. Jesus Christ. "Actually, Jamie found--"

Jamie is instantly at his side, holding out a bottle of curl shampoo. "Bit of this to reduce the frizz, lad, and some beard oil to tame you up a bit in the front...very professional, that. And if it happens to make you look dead sexy, too, well--" He shrugs and exchanges a look with Keeley, who nods encouragingly like he's really selling it. They're both ridiculous.

Roy rolls his eyes. "So you mean to tell me I haven't been able to shave in days because my trimmer keeps disappearing mysteriously, and Jamie just so happened to go shopping for fucking..." he takes the bottle Jamie's holding, "curl-defining shampoo in that same timeframe? By total coincidence?"

"Exactly!" Keeley says cheerfully.

"You know, two hours gives us plenty of time to try it out," Jamie adds nonchalantly, waving the shampoo. His eyes are fucking sparkling. He's gorgeous. He's always so fucking gorgeous. "Probably best if Keeley and I help you out. Gotta really massage it in to get the full effect. It will take all three of us. We should shower together!"

Keeley's heads bobs up and down enthusiastically.

"And my trimmer is--?"

"Oh hush," Keeley says, edging closer, "You can search for that later."

"...or not!" Jamie adds.

Yeah, he thinks, letting Keeley's deft hands work at tugging his shirt over his head. Or fucking not.

[crystlizabeth]

You know that

Simon Riley x Black!femreader

Warnings: kinda Angsty, fluff. Talk of past abuse(not a lot) call sign is Mav short for Maverick, reader also has a son, kinda occ Ghost, tbh this write feels messy n everywhere lol so there’s your warning. Not proofread.

Summary: Simon never understood why she was so talkative to him, but he never mind to listen. He knew he was bad for her so he kept his distance though she never made it easy for him. So when a bandage change becomes more personal he takes his chances.

Stressful week not even a week weeks, the team had been on deployment for almost a month now somewhere in Mexico. Thought she wasn’t a soldier she was one of the field nurses, she spent night and day stitching and feeding meds to the boys her and the other girls were there to make sure nobody died.

As of right now it was a more slow morning for they needed to lay low for the next 12 or so hours, soldiers going in and out having bandages changed and pain killers in their system. The smell of coffee running through the camp, “here babes.” The darkskined nurse said to her.

“Thanks Aniyah, hey has anyone changed ghost bandage yet?” The woman asked, the other girls look and her shaking there heads their expressions a little spooked at the mention of his name.

“Has anyone seen, Ghost?” She asked the cup of coffee in her hands.

“I think he’s down buy the water I overheard Him talking with Johnny.” Aniyah said tossing her braids back into a low ponytail.

Great.. now she had to hunt him down so his wound wouldn’t get infected, knowing he had to come in yesterday morning but never did. The other girls where kinda scared of his diameter well as most were. The recruits thought the lieutenant was an asshole, and again intimidating. She let out a sigh grabbing her coffee and supplies leaving the tend going to find the Lt.

As Aniyah said he was down by the water pretty far from the camp, Ghost sat in the grass smoking a cigarette. Her body started the walk down to him, he obviously heard her because he turned his head to see who it was. Ghost eyes scanning her, she wore forest green scrubs today a black long sleeve covering her arms. She always had her arms covered he’s never seen her arms bare but he never questioned could be the simple answer of just another layer to keep blood off her. Her curls worn in a half up half down style her coils frizzed yet still looked amazing, her edge laid meaning she had enough time this morning for herself.

“You know Ghosts is rude to stare.” She said walking up next to him. The contrast from the sunrise complementing Her melanin complexion perfectly.

He turned his head away from her, “What can I do for you Mav..” his tone empty.

She sat down next to him putting the kit down as well as her coffee “well i dont mind you avoiding me though it dose bother me a bit.” She admitted, “but, you need your bandage changed.”

He glanced at her taking another hit of his smoke “I changed it..” he said.

“Mmhm right, non of the girls have seen you come in or out of the infirmary don’t lie to me.” She sassed lightly, he eyes lingered on his lower face his mask sat above his lips no further than that though. She’s seen his face once before but she always couldn’t help but stare how one of his scares trailed from the top of his lip down to his chin, a few spots that healed leaving smaller but deeper scars.

His eyes met hers, “ya know it’s rude to stare.” He mocked her.

A light scoff came from the woman “oh please if you can get an eye full so can I.” She smiled at him, leaving him only to shake his head.

He put the smoke in his mouth going to lift his shirt, revealing the two bandages one on his back near his shoulder and the other on his lower side. “There.”

“Thank you.” She said grabbing the kit first going to the bandage on his side.

Peeling the bloody bandage of his stitches looked a bit irritated, she cleaned the area gently scraping off some of the crusted blood. “I wish you came to the infirmary soon, if not me one of the girls could have cleaned you up.” She spoke her voice slight worried because he’s let his wound get slightly infected just so he didn’t have to face her, she didn’t know why but she couldn’t let it bother her.

He let out a muffled scoff “those girls are scared of me, well besides Aniyah and you obviously..”

“Why didn’t you ask her?”

“Because I didn’t want her to..” he answered simply.

She signed she wanted to ask but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer. “What on your mind?” He asked.

Her eyes connected with his their gaze lingered before she finally spoke “You know you’re not as bad as everyone makes you out to be..” she said avoiding her original question.

Her eyes moving back to his wound taping it down, his eyes now focused on her. Those words hit something in him making him feel vulnerable, and god knows only she could make him feel that way. But she said it as if she knew something more, she knew that he felt that way and that it actually bothered him. They now sat in silence nothing uncomfortable but silence as she worked on his other bandage.

She soon finished pulling his shirt down going to sit next to him her eyes stayed on the moving water in front of them. “Why do you keep your arms covered?” He asked.

“Sorry if it’s personal..” he muttered hoping the wasn’t the reason.

“I have tattoos they make me feel less professional I guess and my Ex never liked them… not that care what he thinks anymore but it kinda just turned into a habit.” She answered taking a sip of her coffee.

“Less professional, you realize almost everyone here has them.” He said, “why didn’t your ex like them?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know im guessing he just wanted me to be more proper not seen as some..” she stoped herself.

“Never mind im not here to talk about my fucked up relationship.” She shook her head.

“Why do you cover your face?” Her voice sounded hesitant.

“Scares lots of them, some from my child hood and not their not very pleasant to look at.” He explained.

Not very pleasant to look at… she thought, she thought he was simply gorgeous. For only seeing his face once she took in every detail even the fact he was a blonde. But he didn’t know that.

“I was gonna say something personal but I’m not gonna cross that line..” she said.

He put another cigarette up to his mouth lighting it. “Please do.. you seem like you need to talk about something..” he spoke blowing smoke out his mouth.

“My ex isn’t a good person, god.. put it simply he was an abusive asshole, tore me apart for years. Physically and emotionally I only got out because I couldn’t live that way with my son.” She spoke, talking the smoke out of Ghosts hand as he offered it to her.

“Is that why you wear sleeves as a sense of safety, hate to make this about me to but maybe we’re the same in that way..” he said looking over at her as she took a drag of the cigarette.

“Mmhm, and you wear the mask because of im gonna take a guess, child hood abuse?” She spoke, he nodded.

“My Father..”

“My mother.” She said after.

“That woman couldn’t stand me, especially after my father passed not to mention when i got pregnant.” She laughed to herself.

It may have not been a funny moment but she was nervous she never really opened up about her abuse but now it was something she could talk about so easily, maybe because he had same type of experience? So the conversation went on as the shared the cigarette.

“I never will understand how a parent could do that to there own child… and then someone who you thought saved you from the situation only hurts you more.” Ghost spoke his head tilted up.

“Yeah well turns out my save was an ex marine with a drug problem.” She scoffed, “and yet I still find myself liking men in uniform.” She glanced over at him noticing the corner of his mouth.

“What? Whats got you all smirking Simon.” She pushed his arm lightly.

“Men in uniform?” He snuffled a small laugh.

“What can I say” she lifted her shoulders shrugging.

“God I haven’t even thought of a relationship for two years now up until recently.” She admitted.

“Oh?”

She felt the hair in her arms stand up at the way that rolled of his tongue, maybe she did find him attractive but doubt always sat in and the fear of said past relationship. But Simon would never put a hand on her. And she knew that.

“Yeah but I gotta focus on myself and my son.”

He hummed, so time is what she needed and he couldn’t blame her for it she went through hell and back but he was willing to wait.

“Better head back up. I got more boys to attend to.”She said.

He nodded, he stood up offering her a hand “lets go then.”

They stood there a minute a sweet smile displayed oh her lips. Her hand reached up to his face, his first instinct was to normally stop her but he didn’t feeling her bare hands touching his scared skin her thumb running gently over the scar on his cheek over to his lip. Her body close to him leaving barely any room, he could smell the cigarette smoke and coffee linger on her.

“You know for what is worth, you really are beautiful Simon.” She spoke barely above a whisper as she let her thumb run over his bottom lip.

His hand reached up grabbing her wrist, he didn’t move it but he held her. Something in him was crumbling under her touch he craved it not in a sexual way but in a way he needed the comfort. He felt his body let itself relax, She didn’t know how she made in crumble how she could anticipate his mood, she did know how bad in that moment he wanted to kiss her.

His eyes never left hers, she could see through him if she really desired to. She was truly astonishing.

But he could never giver her the world she deserved.

Here is one of the Ghost works!

[icallhimjoey]

Can you please write a funny/smutty JQ with whiskey dick? Like you go out and he drinks too much so he can’t get it up, but the next morning he wakes up and thinks you guys did the deed 👀 and you need to break it to him like, honey no you passed out halfway through taking off my bra and I was trapped under you all night lol

he's such a fucking idiot, i love him (i kept this cute, hope thats ok!) Wordcount: 1.1K ----

The Best

The second you saw him, you knew it was a good thing that you'd remained sober that night. Walking up to the pub Joe was at, his laughs could be heard outside and you were met with loud cheers as Joe and his friends spotted you.

"There she is!" Joe reached both hands for you, even though he was holding a drink. You thought he was going to go in for a hug, but then he dipped down lower and you realised he was going to try to pick you up and lurch you over his shoulder. You planted both feet sturdily into the carpet and used both hands to push into Joe's shoulders to stop him.

"No, no, come here, normal hugs, they're fine," and you wrapped your arms under his, forcing him to straighten and give you a normal, sensible hug. Pulling back, he left an arm slung around your shoulder and you could feel how wobbly he was, legs almost providing no support. He leant into you heavily, and you had to use a lot of strength to push back in order to keep him upright.

Joe was drunk.

"We've been discussing this all night and we need you to confirm," one of Joe's friends started.

"Or deny," another added.

Oh no. You looked at Joe, but it didn't seem like he was even fully aware of the conversation. He just grinned down at you, eyes nearly all the way shut.

"But Joe said,"

You felt your hands get clammy as Joe's friend paused to look at Joe, waiting maybe for Joe to interrupt and save himself from whatever was about to be said. But Joe just kept grinning at you.

"That he is the best... bedpartner you've ever had." You were surprised at how delicately polite they had put it.

Joe huffed a laugh through his nostrils into his drink and bent over slightly, nearly losing balance. You eyed him for a second, understanding the question, but not answering.

"Yea, Joe? Hanging with the lads? Talking about our sex life?" you challenged, unable to hide your own smile, even though you did think it wasn't the coolest thing for Joe to have said. Especially not if it was something that apparently had been the topic of a long discussion. You could just imagine how Joe would've boasted about himself to his friends, and how very clearly they hadn't believed a word of it.

"It's all good bants," Joe frowned and pushed his chin up, making his friends laugh.

You turned to face them.

"I guess I'll find out tonight, won't I?" you joked, knowing full well Joe was way too far gone to even try to think about getting his dick hard. If you didn't pay close attention, you could've mistaken him for being unconsicious right there, right now, in the middle of the pub.

"He's not," "You're definitely not,"

Both friends spoke in unison, making Joe scoff at them, and at you, and from the way Joe kept his eyes closed a little too long with each blink, you knew the smart and sensible thing to do was to take him home.

It was only a short walk to your apartment, and Joe was swaying with every step, using you to stay upright and guide him in the right direction. Half the time he forgot to pick up his feet properly, scraping his shoes against the pavement, something you knew he was going to regret later.

"I am, though, right?" Joe asked when you manouvered Joe to lean against the wall in your hallway before you turned to close the front door behind the two of you, locking it up securely.

"You are, what, baby?" you snuck your hands around his shoulders under his coat in order to take it off. Joe couldn't keep his eyes open and you softly giggled at the state of him. Here in the bright light of your own home, Joe really did look worse for wear, his curls wild and frizzy, eyes half the size they normally were.

"The best," Joe said it like he really believed it himself and flexed his bicep which he then tried to press a kiss onto, but he missed his own mouth, slamming his arm into his chin, making you giggle.

"Sure," you said, your sarcasm going unnoticed as you crouched down to take off his shoes for him.

"Come on," Joe bucked his hips forward, hitting you in the forehead with his crotch. "Jesus, Joe," you frowned, untangling his laces still.

"Come on," Joe did it again, making you lose your balance for a second and nearly falling over which made Joe laugh. He was too horny for his own good, too much alcohol turned him into a teenager.

"Bed," you said sternly, like you were telling off a child, holding your hands firmly on his shoes, making Joe step out of them as he listened to your command. It took some struggling, but after a few tries, Joe stumbled down the hall in his socks, sloppily pulling his T-shirt over his head as he stepped into the bedroom.

You predicted Joe to fall asleep upon the sight of the bed, but when you walked in, he had positioned himself seductively lying on his side, one knee propped up, waiting for you to join him in the bed. He looked ridiculously goofy.

"Are you ready for-" Joe hiccuped. "For the best night of your life?"

You raised your eyebrows questioningly as you undressed. "Of my life, Joey?"

"You haven’t seen half the things I could do to you," Joe couldn't even balance himself lying down, flopping over onto his front, making you laugh. "I'm intrigued," you tried not to think of how awful the next morning would be. Joe's hangovers could really go either way; or he'd be up for a run like he hadn't been having the most difficult time finding the bathroom in his own flat the night before, or he'd quite literally look and smell deceased.

Getting into bed, Joe was on you instantly, his torso heavy on top of yours, his head in crook of your neck, doing his very best to press kisses where you could feel them, but you knew he was getting mouthfuls of your hair from where he'd positioned himself. You just hugged him, and when you let your fingers slowly caress his back, you felt Joe sink into you more. He let out a deep sigh and his weight seemed to double on your frame as you felt his full body relax on top of yours. It took seconds for Joe's breath to even out near your ear, and you knew he'd fallen asleep. You pressed kisses to the side of Joe's head as you whispered "Best night of my life," into his hair and shifted slightly under him to get more comfortable. You treated Joe as you own personal weighted blanket and it didn't take long for you to drift off as well.

[ddejavvu]

Hello! I have no idea if you have written something like this before, if that's the case sorry for the repeat request.

I was doing the dishes when this popped into my head: Eddie x fem!reader who has nipple piercings.

I didn't think of anything specific. It can be nsfw, or something "funny", like his reaction to seeing them for the first time. It's totally up to you!

Have a nice day and thank you💟

♡ ! join my blurb day ! ♡

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Exhilaration flows through you as Eddie's hand slip beneath your shirt. You've made out plenty of times, more than you can count, but they've never led to anything like this. His nimble, ring-clad fingers lift your shirt over your head, and your blue bra stands on full display.

The sight draws an appreciative groan from Eddie, and his hands cup the lower curve of your breasts. He massages you through the fabric, "How'd these get prettier? 'Swear they're stunning with a shirt on, didn't know I'd been missing out on this."

Your back arches involuntarily, pushing your chest further into Eddie's grasp. It gives him the spurt of confidence that he needs to slide his hand between your bra and your chest, but when his palms brush metal he draws back.

"Babe," He breathes, eyes wild and hair frizzed, "Are those.. are those what I think they are?"

"Piercings," You hum, nodding vigorously as his hands snake towards your bra once more, "Take it off, Eds."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

His hands unclasp your bra from the back, his tongue sticking out of his mouth and pressing flush to his lip as he concentrates. Finally he gets the metal prongs separated, watching with rapt attention as the lacy fabric falls from your chest, revealing your tits in all of their pierced glory.

"Holy shit," You really wish he wouldn't bring anything holy into the situation, because nothing about your bejeweled piercings is, but it's the only phrase that correctly conveys just how wrecked he is by the sight in front of him. He reaches out, as if scared to shatter a glass, towards one of the metal rings, and it brings a smile to your face.

"You can touch them, Eddie." You giggle, your voice barely there so as not to spook him, "I know you want to."

When his fingers ghost over the piercings they meet the intersection of warm flesh and cold metal. The air around you has chilled the silver rings and they shock his senses, your flushed skin the exact opposite. Then his fingers join, pinching your nipple between them, and a jolt of pain shoots through you.

"Ow! Eddie," You whimper, caught off guard by his sudden actions, "Give me a little warning next time."

"This is your warning." He decides, emboldened by your intense response. His fingers barely let up around your nipple, he's practically holding onto it for safekeeping, "Shit, babe, now that I've got my hands on these, I'm never letting go."

[internet-sadass]

My Bloody Betrayal (Harry Warden x female reader)

Blurb: Your boyfriend, Joel, takes your joke about having a date in the mines a little too seriously. You turn up for your date and encounter who you believe to be Joel, dressed up in full mining kit. The date goes to plan, and you end up getting down and dirty in a mine shaft, but do you really know who it is gripping your throat and touching your body?

(this is a terrible description but tldr: you accidentally bang Harry Warden)

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, dubious consent (reader is tricked into having sex with someone), accidental cheating, outdoor sex

A/N: I'm down so bad for Harry Warden, he's so AUGHH therefore I had to bash out a fic about this lovely masked man <333 If this is terrible and confusing, I am sorry, it is a very odd plot and I doubt I pulled it off well. 

Pulling your jacket closer around your shoulders, you walked into the rickety (and definitely not up to current safety standards) lift and pressed the button. It cranked into action and began the 2,000-foot descent into the mines.

‘I wish Joel wouldn’t take my jokes so literally’. You thought, pulling at your hair, trying to fix it now the damp night air had started to make it frizz up. ‘ I bet he thinks this is a real smooth way to get some loving out of me’. 

Joel, after deciding that your joke about a ‘spooky’ date in the mines was a legitimately good idea, had added his own twist. With a dumb smile painted across his face, he’d told you that the first one to get spooked when they were exploring the shaft where Harry Warden and the other four miners had been trapped all those years ago had to give the other whatever they wanted. In Joel’s case, that meant getting to do more than just kiss you and fondle your breasts through your blouse. You had no objections to him going further than kissing and touching. Joel wasn’t the only one desiring more than just tame petting. However, you wanted your dear boyfriend to work for it. If that meant playing along with his ‘if you get scared, then I get to see you naked’ scheme, then so be it. 

Entering the shaft, you peered into the darkness. Joel had said to meet him down there, and then he’d show you around the vast warren of tunnels he called his workplace. 

“Joel?��� 

A light flickered to life, illuminating the narrow tunnel you were in. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust. In the center of the tunnel, illuminated by the single bare lightbulb above, was a figure kitted out in the mining gear and gas mask you’d seen Joel wear on the few occasions you’d picked him up from work. The figure tilted its head at you.

Cogs whirred in your head, and it didn’t take you long to piece together an explanation for whom this figure was. After all, there was only one logical answer.

“Oh ha ha, very funny, Joel. You thought I’d see you and think, ‘shit, that’s Harry Warden’ and start screaming the moment I set foot down here?” Walking up to the masked figure, you ran a hand up his arm, then pressed your hand to his chest, feeling the solid body hidden under the layers of rough fabric. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that to spook me.” 

A deep chuckle came from within the mask, vibrating along the tube. The figure, which you had decided was definitely Joel, ran a hand down your back and over your backside, squeezing it.

“Mm, good to see you too. But don’t get my dress dirty, Jesus!” You scolded him, looking over your shoulder and down at your body to see if any dust or dirt from the mining suit had stained your pretty red dress. 

The masked man backed away slightly, taking his gloved hand off our body and instead offering it to you to hold. You couldn't help but grin, feeling a little giddy and lovesick at your boyfriend being romantic and sweet while geared up in an objectively creepy-looking outfit. As ridiculous as this whole date idea was, it was just a bit of fun that both of you needed in your dull adult lives. The pair of you set off into the mines, Joel leading the way, the light on his helmet illuminating the narrow walkway, his hand firmly clasping your own.

***

The whole ‘not speaking’ schtick Joel was doing bothered you less and less as time passed. Sure, it was a bit disconcerting or even annoying to say something to him and get a muffled ‘mm’ or a deep chuckle, but you admired his dedication to making this date ‘spooky’ by playing a role. Once the two of you had finally reached the fabled shaft where the miners had died, Joel stopped and pointed at the closed-off shaft. 

“This the one?” 

A nod was your answer.

You looked at the shaft, which had since been repaired and was in use. It wasn’t all that creepy unless you thought too hard about the lore behind it. 

“Oh wow, Joel, I’m so scared of this shaft that looks identical to all the others we have passed.” You teased, grinning at your boyfriend. There was a ‘hmph’ from within the mask, and he shook his head, pointing again.

“You want to go in there?”

Another nod.

“Alright.” You said with a shrug, taking the lead this time and entering the shaft. Joel followed, his hand still holding yours. Once inside, you stopped, facing him, looking up at the two dark goggles that hid his eyes.

 “I think your plan failed. Guess you’ll be doing what I want since I didn't even flinch, let alone scream the whole time.” You guided his hands to your waist, no longer concerned about your dress getting dirty, and pressed yourself close to him.“You know what I want?” 

A tilt of his head told you to explain.

“I want you to fuck me, Joel.” You whispered harshly, annunciating the ‘fuck’ by pressing your thigh against his crotch. A groan rattled along the tube, the hands on your waist squeezing your sides before pushing you against the wall. His gloved hands roamed over your body, squeezing your thighs, the plush of your lower stomach, your tits, exploring the curves and contours as if he was mapping out unchartered territory. The hem of your dress was pushed up, exposing the meat of your thighs and your soft cunt to him. The coarse fabric of the gloves had you twitching as he ran his hands up your thighs, caressing the insides of them, letting his thumb brush over your clit, giving you the slightest hint of pleasure. You felt yourself clench in anticipation.

As sensual as it was to have scratchy gloves wandering all over your body and to have your boyfriend pretend to be some silent, dominant beast of a man, you wanted to see his face, to kiss his lips and his neck. You made a move to remove the gas mask, curling your fingers under the base of it. 

Joel jerked his head away from you and let out a firm ‘no’.

“You want to keep it on?” You asked, confused as to why he wanted to keep his face covered and, on a more practical note, how he was going to fuck you properly while wearing a clunky gas mask. 

He nodded, bringing his hand up to cup your check. You leaned into his touch, placing your hand over his. The hand on your cheek ran down your jaw and throat, giving it an experimental and light squeeze before resuming its incessant caressing of your body.

Those hungry gloved hands guided you to turn to face the wall. Joel fumbled with the zip on the back of your dress before finally getting a grip on the zipper and freeing you from the red fabric. The dress slid off your body, falling to the ground around your ankles.

“I really thought you were going to rip my dress off, but you’ve got a lot more self-control than I thought you had.” You mused, still facing the wall. You glanced over at Joel, who stood motionless for a second before he lunged at you, wriggling his fingers under your bra and yanking at it until the clasp gave way.

“H-hey, don’t break that, it’s my-”

As soon as your ruined bra started to fall off the front of you, your panties got the same treatment, being torn off your body and discarded. Heavy breaths rattled through the tube, and his chest heaved as he panted, exhilarated at tearing the remainder of the clothes from your body. You quickly forgot all about your favourite bra being destroyed when Joel pressed his body against yours, the firm rod of his erection solid against your ass and lower back. A growl reverberated down the tube. 

“I didn't know you wanted to play it rough. You wanna be rough with me, baby?” Your voice was husky and dripping with lust. The cool air of the mine against your slick lips made apparent how wet and needy your cunt was. A fresh trickle of arousal coated your lips. You felt Joel crouch behind you, his hands spreading you open so he could get a better look at what his presence and touch had done to you. He rubbed his thumb dangerously close to your opening, tugging at your flesh to peak at your pink insides. A low rumble of approval came from his crouched form.

Tugging his gloves off, Joel sunk two fingers into you without warning. You gasped and tried to turn your body away from his touch. This annoyed him, as his free hand clamped down on your hip, holding you in place and preventing you from squirming away. His two fingers probed you, curling up to tickle your G-spot, scissoring to stretch out your hole. The shaft was filled with your moans and the sound of your glistening cunt being played with by your curious boyfriend, the noise bouncing off the walls and echoing through the rest of the empty mine. 

The sensation of fingers up inside of you was joined by two more fingers rubbing circles on your clit, as Joel removed the hand holding your hip and repositioned it over the front of your crotch. You’d stopped resisting him now, so there was little point in trying to hold you in place, not when that hand could draw more pathetic whimpers out of you. Both his hands worked at different paces; the thrusts of his fingers inside you were slow and drawn out so he could caress every velvety inch of your walls, whereas he rubbed your clit at a feverishly fast pace. You were quickly coming undone, gripping at the grimy walls as you felt the pressure building in your belly.

“J-Joel, please don’t fucking stop. Please - ah god, fuck - you're so good at this.” Your words came out in an incoherent mess as you bucked back against him, almost knocking him over. 

Joel got up, removing his fingers from you for a moment, only to pull you against him, his head on your shoulder as he plunged two fingers back into you, using his thumb to stimulate your achingly sensitive clit. Now you were so close to him, you could hear how heavy his breathing was, even through the mask and the respirator tube. Arching against him, you keened as he kept pumping you, kept playing with your clit. The tension broke, and you felt yourself clench around his fingers, trapping them inside you as you practically wailed in satisfaction. You leaned your body weight against him as your legs trembled, all your strength leaving you as you came down from your orgasm. You flopped in his arms like a rag doll, held up only by the arm he’d wrapped under your breasts.

You were only given mere moments to regain your composure before Joel took your hands and placed them against the wall, forcing you to resume the position you had been in before. His breathing was ragged as he hurriedly undid just enough buttons on his boiler suit so he could slip his cock out. The crown was angry and red, leaking pre-cum as Joel gave it a pump and lined it up with your entrance. He slammed into you, shoving his full length in until his hips pressed firmly against your ass. A hand joined yours against the wall as he leveraged himself before starting to rut into you, drawing his cock out until only the tip remained submerged inside you before ramming it back in. His pace was relentless as he drilled into you, the drag and friction of his solid cock against your gummy walls making you moan and whine his name. You’d never expect that Joel would fuck like this, like some animal turned half-mad, driven only by the need to dump its seed into whichever mate would take it. Although the gas mask distorted his breathing and groans, you could just about make out the fact he was cursing to himself with every thrust. A hand grasped your throat again, squeezing it in time with the clench of your cunt, as if he was trying to show you how your tightening walls felt around his length. At this point, your head had turned to mush and you couldn't do much more than moan and stutter his name out over and over. 

Joel’s end was so close that he could feel his balls spasming as they got ready to unload. He slowed himself, trying to eke out more pleasure from the vice-grip of your cunt, drawing himself out all the way and then forcing himself back into you until his tip prodded at the innermost point of your core. His fingers gripped uselessly into the crumbling wall, and he pushed himself in as far as he could, holding himself in your heat until he felt his cock throb one last time. Viscous arcs of seed spurted out his slit, and he grunted in relief as he filled your womb and your hole with a load he’d been holding back for far too long.

The pounding of footsteps brought you to your senses as you struggled, trying to push yourself up off the wall and grab your clothes before whoever was out there could come in and see the state of you. The solid body of the man who’d just fucked his load into you stopped you from moving, his hand still caging your throat.

“Joel!” You hissed, trying to twist around to face him. The hand on your throat kept you immobile. “We need to go or hide. If someone sees us down here, the whole town is gonna think I’m-”

Joel had heard voices coming from the shaft up ahead. He’d been wandering about the mine for the last hour, desperately trying to find his girlfriend, cursing himself for being so stupid as to instruct her to get down and meet him there. His car had broken down, so he’d entered the mine twenty minutes after the arranged rendezvous time. He knew she had to be down here somewhere since he’d seen her car parked on the lane outside the mining site. 

He called out her name, hoping to hear an answer. All he heard was a hushed whisper that suddenly stopped. That single sound was enough to guide him to the shaft he’d intended to bring his girlfriend to earlier to spook her by playing a prank on her. He’d intended to get a scream out of her by pulling on a gas mask and pretending to be Harry Warden. In retrospect, he felt that this whole idea of a date in the mines was incredibly stupid.

Joel was about to call his girlfriend’s name again when he shone his torch into the shaft, only to be met with the sight of his girlfriend, naked and bent over, with a man dressed head to toe in protective mining gear grasping her throat, his hips pressed against the plump flesh of her ass. Horrified, Joel froze, staring at his girlfriend as the man let go of her throat and stepped back, sliding his half-soft cock, which was glistening with cum, out of her.

You looked from Joel, who stood at the entrance to the shaft, and the man behind you. If Joel wasn’t the one in the gas mask, the one who had led you into this shaft and fucked you against the wall, then there was only one other person it really could be.

Harry Warden.

You’d just fucked Harry Warden.

[ash-is-dying]

Mr Perfectly Fine: Chap 3

A/N: It’s been a while but it’s fineeee. I warned you I’m not a consistent person... This is quite an angst heavy chapter and we FINALLY get a hint as to why Eddie is being such a dickhead. Hope you enjoy and I’ll be starting a taglist even tho I’ve only got like a few people on it... BUT PROGRESS IS PROGRESS AND WE STAN!

Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter 3: Mr. Looked Me In The Eye And Told Me You Would Never Go Away

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After you made the unfortunate discovery that your life was going to become inevitably more intertwined with Eddie’s you gave up on avoiding him. If you absolutely had to interact with the world’s biggest pain in the ass then you were going to gain the upper hand. You felt childish but giddy at the same time, like a spy trying to figure out how to take down the bad guy. The best way to do this turned out to be an all day café study session. He had let slip that he would be unable to do any project work this weekend due to his full-day shift.

That was a bit of information he probably should’ve kept to himself.

As there was now a girl sipping on her third almond milk caramel hot chocolate sitting in the corner booth half writing notes on a lecture and half watching Eddie Munson.

For revenge purposes.

Obviously.

You watched the way he moved like he owned the bar. He timed everything perfectly. He would stick his tongue out whilst he poured his latte art, his hair frizzed under the heat of the steamer and he would hesitate by the fridge for a second too long to cool off. He had memorized every order by heart and had no need to glance at the recipe sheet behind the machinery. If he had nothing to do he’d fidget with the change in the tip jar, flipping it between his oversized hands over and over. He eventually dropped some under the counter and dipped his hand into his apron to replace the missing cash with some of his own, that was kinda cute. Not that you’d ever admit it.

When it came to customers he greeted everyone with a tired smile on his face. He was fast and listened to every order in detail. Of course when a cute girl came along every now and again he would purposefully take longer to get their order. How did you know this was on purpose? Because every girl let out the same obnoxious giggle as he smirked, eyeing them up and down. Your eardrums felt like bursting. So evidently he did possess some people skills and could tolerate customers.

He just couldn’t tolerate you.

Now whilst you had been paying avid attention to how he acted, none of this information got you any closer to understanding why he acted the way he did, how to stop it and most importantly how to get your revenge. By now your third hot chocolate had been polished off and you found yourself rubbing your eyes and walking in autopilot to the counter.

He saw you approach and you noticed his eyes close as he sighed and made his way to the register.

“Another hot chocolate if you will Munson.”

“Nope. You’re being cut off.” Your eyebrows raised.

“Cut off?”

“Yup”

“From- drinking hot chocolate?”

“Yup.”

“May I ask why you’ve come to such a decision?”

His arms flexed as he leaned all his weight onto the counter. “Well first off you have an ungodly amount of caffeine in each of those and you’ve had three so far. I believe that makes six shots of espresso. Normally I wouldn’t care but you’ve been shaking like a leaf for the past half hour. Your hands keep hovering above your keyboard and twitching, your leg jerks under the table and I’ve yet to see you write more than a paragraph for our music rationale.”

A light blush dusts your cheeks at the realization that you were being watched too and it had gone entirely unnoticed. “I don’t see how any of that is your business. You haven’t been regulating any other patrons intake.”

“No I haven’t, but this particular patron is writing the college work that I’m being graded on. God forbid I try to save our asses.” You scoff as a smile spreads across your face.

“Our asses? You have not touched our assignment and you’re gonna get in my face about doing a bad job? Because what? I’m fidgeting? Grow up Munson that’s bullcrap and you know it. Just get me my drink.”

“No.” He crosses his arms over his chest and a smug half smile sits on his face.

“No?”

“I have the right to refuse service to any customer I wish sweetheart, you don’t get any privilege here.”

You chew your lip as you come up with an idea. “I would like to speak with your boss please.”

“Wayne? What’s he gonna do for you?” You look at him, dead seriousness on your face. He raises his arms in a surrendering position as he wanders out the back to retrieve Wayne.

You stand alone as you wait and suddenly you hear Eddie’s muffled complaints from behind the kitchen doors. Silence ensues before Wayne steps out rubbing his forehead before looking up and relaxing when he sees your face. He smiles softly and rounds the counter before wrapping you in a bear hug and scruffling your hair before he turns to Eddie and speaks.

“Eddie, this is the girl I was telling you about. The pretty one that’s your age.” He turns back to you. “How’ve you been kiddo?”

It doesn’t escape your peripherals that Eddie is standing in silent shock, his jaw slack and his eyes slightly widened. “I’m good Wayne, just getting to know your nephew.” You smile sweetly and see Eddies eyes harden.

Wayne laughs gruffly, “be careful with him, he bites. Determined to be a rockstar this one, he’s certainly got the attitude for it. I can’t take my eyes off him or he’ll be off snogging one of the waitresses.” Eddie looks disgusted by the display of friendship and you can’t help but giggle. “Has he told you he’s actually in my music studies class? We’re meant to be working on a project but he’s been avoiding me like the plague.”

Wayne’s eyes shoot open. “Him dodging you? But you’re delightful, my favourite customer by far.”

“That’s what I keep telling him.” The smugness shines through on your face as Eddie tries and fails to prevent you ratting him out any further.

“Ed, why have you been dodging this poor girl? She ain’t harming no one.”

Eddie finally answers grumbling. “Haven’t… just been busy working.”

Wayne rolls his eyes in response for you to see. “Go on your break, we’ll be fine without you for half an hour, go help her do your project.” He goes to argue but Wayne shoots him a glare, forcing Eddie out of his apron and out from behind the barrier between them. Wayne hugs you goodbye and takes his place as Eddie pushes past you.

“Lets just get this over with.”

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Working with Eddie is almost exactly the same as working alone except now he’s directly across from you rather than being his usual few feet away. The silence feels uncomfortable, like his closeness is irritating your skin, his ignorant presence alone making you itchy.

“So any ideas for our music mashup? I’ve chosen classic rock so we need something that’ll either contrast well or merge smoothly, so?”

He sits scratching at his nails. “I don’t know.”

You can feel the frustration seeping out of your body as you try to talk to this brick wall of a person. “How about new age funk? Jazz maybe? The tempos could be an interesting combination if we do it right.”

He makes no effort to look up as he responds. “I’m not a fan of either.”

“So what are you a fan of then Eddie? Can you give me something?”

“Why do you care what I like? Just give me something to do and I’ll do it. My research doesn’t count for you just the rationale so what does it matter.”

“It matters because we still have to combine our music and I’m not working with some half assed jazz tune as our major work for the semester!” You raise your voice before you look at your lap. As you try to push through your building headache your eyes drift to his shoes. They have marker scrawled all over, little sketches here and there but what stands out most are the band names; Metallica, Iron Maiden and Motley Crue, there are more hidden beneath the layers of writing but from these alone an idea forms in your head. You look up tentatively your voice low and soft.

“How about metal? They would merge well and we can have some harsher undertones with a more upbeat melody.” His tongue runs over his teeth.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.” You go back to taking notes on the separate parts of your project before you hear him speak of his own volition.

“You read my shoes.” Your head shoots up in surprise and you sit unresponsive.

He smiles slightly “The bands on my shoes, you noticed them. Smart move on your part.”

You soften slightly “I wouldn’t have to read them if you would just work with me. Why do you insist on making this so hard?”

He moves one leg on top of the other and he glances out the window he seems like he’s going to say something honest and genuine till he bites his tongue. “Cause I don’t enjoy working with entitled people who expect everyone to like them. Just because you’re a pretty girl and because you don’t express how you really feel towards others doesn’t make you a saint. Frankly I don’t like you and you don’t deserve niceties, fake or otherwise. What I hate more than people who are assholes are people who pretend they aren’t ones.”

Surprisingly his words hurt. Somehow he’s managed to pick apart one of the only things that bothers you about yourself. You’re a people pleaser. The only person you genuinely dislike is the man sitting in front of you. And even so, whilst he insults and attacks you, you still can’t bring yourself to hate him. Not after seeing the man working behind the counter, the man who works tiredly but puts effort into what he does, the man you’re not supposed to see.

“I don’t expect people to like me-”

“You do. And when they don’t it kills you, so you force them into a corner, you learn what you can and try and wiggle your way into their lives. Well how about this sweetheart.” The name drips from his lips like venom. “Maybe people have a reason to not like you. And maybe you should leave them alone, so when they tell you to pick things for them to minimize contact you do it.” His eyes are cold and he is seething now.

The tears burn in your eyes as he buries himself into the wounds he’s created. He sits poised, ready for you to attack him. Ready for you to retaliate.

But you don’t.

“I think… I think I should go.” You pack up your things through teary eyes, refusing to spare him a glance as you make sure to pile your rubbish neatly and you slide out of the booth. “I’ll see you on Monday. You don’t have to sit with me I’ll just send you my notes.” You stalk out the door before he gets the chance to reply. The bell to the door rings sharply in your ear as the cold outdoor air dries your face as you walk. Pissed off and hurt as you walk away realizing there is genuinely nothing you can do against Eddie’s out of the blue hatred.

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Eddie remains seated, the gears in his head whirring as he witnesses your miniature breakdown. His foot bounces and his brow furrows as his thoughts go a mile a minute. His brain grinds to a halt as a shadow is cast over him.

“And what was that?”

Eddie glances up at his uncle acting oblivious. “What was what?”

“Edward Munson I have known that girl for almost three years and I have never once seen her cry.”

“What has that got to do with me?”

“Boy I have raised you since you were four years old, you have a tendency to be a bit of a dickhead to people you’re threatened by. So my question is why are you threatened by a twenty year old girl who has nothing against you and not a mean bone in her body?”

“Nothing. I didn’t do nothing to her.”

“You can’t expect me to leave that after she left in tears. I’m your uncle. Talk to me Eddie.”

“She just. She…” He bites his lip searching for the words.

“She’s like her, and I don’t like it.”

Wayne leans on his elbows and lowers his voice “Eddie you can’t push away every girl that reminds you of her, cause she’s not the same person.”

“She acts so high and mighty but she talks so softly, she knows everything about me and I know nothing about her, she finds things about me and pulls me apart piece by piece. She’s so determined to get me to like her and I can’t even find the words to tell her that I’m sorry. All I can see is her face staring at me and I lose it. For fucks sake she has almond milk in her drinks too!”

He takes a deep breath.

“Look even if I wanted to its already too late to fix things.”

“Well you better find a way to make it up to her. Cause you’re gonna look her in the eyes and tell her you’re not going away. Cause you’re not and you’re not just letting this go. Not if I can help it.”

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