#I don’t think I actually said what I wanted to say but hopefully y’all get my drift
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📍Worlds 2017 Post FD
I don’t think I’ve ever seen this moment.. discussed, and as I was watching this comp to make another post recently I got stuck on this moment I’d seen several times, but it hit me in the feels more significantly this time round.
First let me set the scene (which you can go watch for yourselves on the full video here starts at 3:30:40).
Once the competition has finished, VM make their way from backstage under the stands to the k+c/ marshalling area for the medal ceremony. But before that they are to give an interview. A camera person has followed them out to this area and there are a few different people wanting their attention. First, someone from the US fed/team who shakes their hands (says congrats) then one of the competition officials asks them something, then the lady who congratulations them and tells them she will do their interview. They can’t go straight to the k+c yet however because the team who competed last (right after VM), HD are still there (and after a disappointing skate are still being consoled by their coaches). So VM patiently wait off to the side. Then it’s here when this gif starts.
TS only had Marie with them in the K+C, however both Marie and Patch watched their skate and knew they had won- despite not being the last team to skate, they had a large enough lead after the short to essentially render them unbeatable (even with his misstep). When they left the K+C after their skate, they unlikely watched the final team or knew the final result as it pertained to HD, so as they came out for their interview they were probably not fully aware of what was happening in the K+C- obviously they saw they were sad but maybe didn’t know their final placement. Both Patch (and that other coach I don’t like) were with HD in the K+C, so Patch comes from there over to VM.
Now, let’s not kid ourselves, we all would like to admit that there is nothing ‘wrong’ with two men embracing like this- and we’d be right- there absolutely is not. But inevitably just bc of.. society (more so social norms of the past- it’s hopefully changing now) this is not the most common thing to see, and therefore, at least for me and I would assume many others, illicits more of an emotional reaction just bc we don’t see it all the time. It shouldn’t be weird- it’s not weird, but it’s still not something you see everyday.
So with that out of the way… what a truly beautiful moment this is.
I’m not gonna go all on again about Scott and what he was dealing with personally that season (iykyk if not hmu and I’ll tell you/look at some previous posts), he’s said even by earlier 4CC that season he was emotionally wiped, so by now, with the relief of the season finally being done, they had won, there was no needing to hold it all together for the sake of competition anymore. You could tell in the K+C after their skate how drained he was, at least to me it seemed it wasn’t just exhausted from the skate or the misstep, it was a culmination of things.
We’ve looked at previous posts the wonderful way T took care of him in those moments in her own quiet way and just being herself- being there with him was everything he needed (being with her (holding her hand/looking in her eyes) was the only time he felt ok 🥺).
But of course they were not alone in this comeback- and they made sure everyone knew that. The support they had from their team was as important as the support they gave each other, and it’s interesting the different ways that support is displayed- the similar yet different ways between T&S and either of them with a coach.
As I said-in the k+c, he was so obviously drained of energy, emotion, I felt so bad for him but also so proud of him and them for achieving what they did that year, and bad that it wasn’t as excellent as they wanted that final skate to be. Here waiting off to the side, it may be the lighting on his face but he almost looks like he’s about to cry, just so depleted of energy. It may have been that he saw Patch walking over and that was the look of near tears.. The way P seemingly doesn’t even say ‘congrats’ to him/ them. Obviously all skaters/athletes in general have special relationships which their coaches so it’s not like this is whole exchange is unique, but just the way there is communication without words- same thing S has with T but in a different way that is unique to them. The way S almost falls into P, like he just needs someone to hold him up bc he’s so exhausted. P goes to him like ‘here, let me hold you’- that’s what S needed to ‘hear’ in that moment rather than ‘congrats’. Also to see two men embrace like that (& esp when you know the relationship in this case is very special). It’s not a hug of ‘congratulations’ because he doesn’t really need to congratulate them, they don’t need that from their coaches, or more they don’t need it verbalised in that way. They have a deeper connection with them and for P+S, P knows what S needs in that moment is to just be cared for as a human.
I’m so freakin attracted to S for this reason- that he’s so open with his emotions and accepting and giving of affection. Describing him/them often as ‘soft’ isn’t a joke- it’s what they are and it’s an umbrella term to describe their affection and sensitivity.
Then if all that wasn’t beautiful enough, the way T just gently steps back a little to give them space. She is not being excluded, P is of course going to hug her as well, she does not find this awkward. She knows S needs a hug from P and so she gives them that space. I’m really not explaining it very well but I know what it says when I watch it and I’m just hoping y’all reading are getting what I’m trying to put into words.
This all goes back to TS’s just unbelievable level of knowing of one another and now having coaches who they trust enough and want them to be on some sort of level of knowing with them. The way she can be part of that hug without being part of that hug. How they can support each other with out being the one hugged/doing the hugging. The way they are so gentle with their emotions towards each other and create a safe space for each other to feel what they need to feel.
#I don’t think I actually said what I wanted to say but hopefully y’all get my drift#I won’t subject you to any more babbling on this#just watch the gif and feel the softness and emotion#worlds17#soft bbys
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New Camera 🔥
Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)
warnings: SMUUUUUTTT NSFW 18+ (umm lots. use of camera/recording, dom matt, degrading, slapping, language, daddy kink, slight choking, unprotected, creampie, j very rough)
authors note: so this won the vote for which y’all wanted first! ask and u shall receive! this one is FILTHY AND KINKY so if that’s not ur vibe, uve been warned…also side note, i feel like this goes without saying but, i write mostly unprotected… guys pls don’t actually do that. wrap it before u tap it🫶 ok luv u!! enjoy!!
summary: your boyfriend matt gets a new camera before going on tour and decides to experiment with it on you…
word count: 2,270 w
~you look good on camera baby let’s go make a film~
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your phone buzzed on your desk.
“be over in 10 babe ❤️” read a message from matt. you went back to fixing your makeup in the mirror, wanting to look your best for your boyfriends last night home. Matt was about to leave to go on tour tomorrow and it would be a month and a half before you got to see him again. even though you were excited for him, you wanted to make sure it was extra hard for him to leave you. after swiping on some lip gloss, you rummaged through your closet and landed on a thin white tank and flannel shorts. comfy, but still cute and showed just the right amount of skin to hopefully get his attention. your doorbell rang and you ran to answer it.
“hi, beautiful” matt said, pulling you in for a kiss.
“hi” you said smiling at him, the chill from outside hitting your mostly bare skin. he closed the door and walked in. his eyes gave you a once over as he took off his coat.
“you look hot” he smirked
“oh yeah?” you replied coyly, turning to head back down the hall.
“yeah. some shorts” he chuckled out, blatantly checking out your ass.
“what these?” you teased, bending over slightly
“don’t start with me, y/n” matt came up behind you and slapped your ass, playfully but hard. the two of you walked to your room and you flopped on your bed, reaching for the remote to your tv. matt followed and unzipped his backpack, rummaging through it and pulling out a box.
“whatcha got there?”
“bought a new vlog camera for tour!” he answered, excitedly
“wanna see?” he sat down next to you, showing off the new device.
“oooo fancy” you knew nothing about cameras, but pretended to be impressed since matt was so enthusiastic. his fingers whizzed around the buttons.
“it’s got awesome quality and it’s so easy to use” he continued, the machine chirped as he hit the red button and pointed it at your face.
“matttt” you whined, covering your face with your hands.
“what are you being camera shy?” he snickered, standing above you continuing to point the lens at you.
“cmon show me that gorgeous face of yours baby” you huffed, dramatically and lowered your hands looking up at him.
“that’s my pretty girl” he cooed, making a smile toy at the corners of your mouth. you could never say no to him. his eyes flicked over you behind the camera and you tried to read what he was thinking. he licked his lips and backed up, silently, getting a wider view of you in frame. you stayed put on the bed.
“take your top off” he stated, flatly.
“matt-what—?” you nervously laughed out
“did i say it was a question? take your top off” something about the harshness of his tone was so out of character it made your heart race. you reached for the hem of your tank and began to lift it.
“damn, baby” matt growled out, lowering the camera to capture your exposed tits. you breathed heavily, unable to bring yourself to move from your perched position on the edge of your bed. your eyes followed as his hands lowered the camera even further to where you had your hands in your lap.
“now your shorts”
“but—matt—im not wearing any underwear” you stuttered.
“and?”
“well you’re filming i mean i—“
“if you’re gonna be a little slut and not wear your panties then i get to treat you like a little slut. strip.” he interrupted, gruffly. you couldn’t help but notice how insanely hot he sounded being so demanding, and hoped he wouldn’t be able to see your already obvious wetness. you reached for your waistband, standing, never taking your eyes off him as you began to lower your shorts to the floor. you stepped out of them and kicked them aside. nervousness spread goosebumps across your skin as you became aware of how completely exposed you were to matt and his camera. this was unlike anything you’d ever done before.
“good girl” matt praised, dryly.
“you wanna give me a better view of that pretty little ass of yours and bend over the bed for me?” you felt as vulnerable to matt’s commands as the machine in his hands. you slowly turned half way and rested your hands on your bed, lifting your ass into better view for him.
“fuck” he exhaled. you could feel him move closer behind you. he brought a hand sharply down against your flesh. you whimpered.
“so sexy” he growled.
“got me so hard just looking at you baby” you turned your head back to look at him. he laughed, sinisterly.
“what? you wanna see what you’re doing to me, slut? huh?”
you nodded, dumbly. he snickered again.
“course you do. get on your knees for me.” he demanded. you followed every order like a well trained dog. you settled down by his feet and looked back up at him, as he readjusted the lens again.
“mmmm you look so perfect from this angle, babygirl” he praised stroking your face gently, before slapping his hand against your cheek just enough to sting a bit. your jaw dropped slightly in surprise, which matt took as an opportunity to slid his thumb into your mouth. you sucked at his digit and he groaned, watching you before sliding it back out of your mouth creating a popping sound.
“take off my pants” he commanded. you eagerly fumbled with his belt and zipper, hooking your fingers around the waste and and pulling slowly. his already rock hard dick sprung out and slapped his t shirt. your mouth almost watered in desperation at the sight of his veiny, practically throbbing, member.
“open your mouth, baby” he exhaled. you looked up into the camera, doe eyed and parted your lips with your tongue out slightly. he pumped himself with his free hand, the tip of his dick just grazing your lips and tongue and then began to slowly insert himself into your warm wet mouth. he ran his hand down your head, petting your hair, soothingly, as you took him all the way down the back of your throat. fighting the urge to gag at his size.
“such a good girl” matt groaned. his pets reached the base of your skull, then latched harshly into your hair. his grip was tight, as he began to thrust into your mouth. you felt tears form at the corner of your eyes as he forcefully fucked your throat. matt let his grasp on your hair go and slid himself out of your mouth. he grabbed your jaw and forced you to turn your messy face to him, getting a clear shot of the streaks of tears on your cheeks and spit running down your chin.
“get on your hands and knees. i need to feel that pretty little pussy of yours” he huffed, patting your face again. you scrambled to the bed, desperate to feel him fill you up. you’d never felt so much heat screaming from between your legs in your life. you arched your back, letting matt have perfect access to your dripping folds. matt dragged a finger down them, teasing you and eliciting a loud whine from your lips.
“soaking for me already huh, slut?” he mocked. all you could do in response was whimper.
“so pathetic for me” he taunted, pressing two fingers against your entrance.
“matt—please—“ you breathed out in agony
“camera can’t hear you, baby. be a good little slut and beg louder for me.”
“Matt—fuck—-please—i need your dick now—“ you cried out, the need for contact almost eating away at your brain. you screamed as matt rammed into you, entirely, and without warning. the unprepared sensation of stretch caused a pleasurable pain to radiant through you. he groaned, finally feeling your wet pussy around his torturously hard dick. he began to relentlessly pound into you from behind, filling the room with deafening slapping sounds intermixed with your screams and his grunts.
“MATT—“ you cried out, overwhelmed by his intensity, collapsing your face into the pillows beneath you.
“what? ” he wrapped his free hand around a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back up.
“don’t act like you can’t handle my cock now, slut.” he snarled, not letting up on his unwavering rhythm in and out of your core. he slapped your ass again.
“understand?”
“yes matt” you wheezed. he slapped your ass again.
“yes, who?”
“fuckk—yes, daddy” you sobbed out
“good girl” his thrusts hit your g spot each time, making your legs shake and stars form against your tightly squeezed eyelids.
“you wanna show me how much you love my cock, princess?”
“yes, daddy” you hardly could think straight
“bounce that perfect ass on my cock, baby” he said, slowing his thrusts. you obeyed and began to rock your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his dick.
“good girl. doing such a good job” he sang out, one hand gripping your flesh while the other captured your movement on film. you whimpered again, your hips stuttering.
“you tired, princess?” you nodded and let out another pathetic sound.
“need daddy to take over again?”
“yes—oh fuck—please daddy-“ you managed to mumble out. Matt pulled out of you abruptly, causing you to whine at the loss. you couldn’t move anymore, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop fucking you. he slapped your ass again
“turn over” he growled
“i wanna see your pretty face when i cum in your pussy” you felt like you could cum from his filthy requests alone. you’d barely even landed on you back before matt slammed back into your throbbing entrance. he struggled to keep his balance momentarily, too desperate to feel you around him again. he kept one hand supporting himself upright and the other still holding the camera, pointed at you as his picked back up his steady thrusts.
“so perfect—look ss-so good—with my cock stuffed inside your little pussy” he huffed out between thrusts
“OH—fuck—yes—your cock feels so good, daddy” you moaned out, helplessly. your eyes rolling back into your head. matt’s free hand wrapped around your throat, constricting your breathing perfectly.
“watch me while i fuck you, slut” he growled.
“yes, daddy” you wheezed out against his tight grip. he removed his hand and you gasped for air. within moments of his dick pounding perfectly back against your sweet spot, you felt your orgasm begin to crest.
“FUCK—IM—“ you panted.
“that’s it—good girl—cum all over daddy’s cock” he ordered. your walls clenched and throbbed around him uncontrollably, causing him to let out a string of curse words. you felt his dick begin to twitch deep inside you.
“ohh-hh-fuck—shit” he stuttered out, his thrusts becoming wilder and less expertise.
“mmm—close—“ he groaned, his jaw dropping slightly.
“mmmm fuck yeah cum inside me, daddy” you whined out, your high still settling.
“shit yeah baby? you want me to fill your little pussy?”
your brows knotted and your nodded your head desperately.
“fuck i’ll fill you up—so full of cum—baby you’ll look—-so perfect—spilling out of you” he huffed
“OH FUCK FUCK BABY IM GONNA CUM” he cried out as his whole body shook. he thrust deep into you one last time, halting as his cock spasmed against your walls. releasing a multitude of spurts of his hot white load. once matt seemed to regain his senses, he clicked the red button again—ending his taping. he pulled out of you slowly, making your legs shake. he glanced down at your trembling sensitive entrance leaking his release in pulses and bit his lip in a satisfied smirk, snapping one last photo of the mess he’d made of you.
“MATT!” you laughed out in embarrassment, shutting your legs and rolling onto your side.
“sorry…i had to. too hot not save” he said, smiling and flopping down next to you.
“are you okay? was that too much?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face.
“no way. i loved that”
“you swear i wasn’t too rough with you?” he said with worry. you shook your head vigorously
“not at ALL! that was HOT” you replied through a smile. he fought a grin, biting his lip clearly extremely pleased at your enthusiasm.
“so can i ask what inspired the camera?” you questioned.
“well, now on tour i can reminisce what it’s like to fuck my crazy hot girlfriend” he smiled at the ceiling.
“hey!” you slapped his chest playfully “you know you can always facetime me and we cannnnn” you dragged your words out, looking off into the distance above his face in teasing suggestion.
“oh don’t you worry, we’ll have phone sex all the time. this is just for when you can’t call me and i need to…y’know” he glanced down at his crotch.
“jesus, how many times are you planning on jerking off” you teased
“twice a day. minimum.” he matter of factly stated, grinning again.
“MATTHEW!” you scoffed out in shock
“What? not my fault you’re so sexy” he laughed, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.
“yeah yeah whatever. just NEVER show that to anyone”
“are you kidding me? you think i’d ever let anyone else get a look at you like that? nhhuhh nope.” he shook his head dramatically
“only i get to see how perfect you look getting your brains fucked out” he leaned in, kissing you playfully again. you giggled, feeling a slight blush.
“i love you, you freak” you said against his lips.
“i love you more, baby”
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ok y’all were on to something with wanting this one cause WHY DO I LOVE IT?? rly hope everyone likes it ahhh 🫶🫶
also guys imagine matt accidentally posting the wrong video and posts ur tape instead of a car video?? HAHA
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♡ Hook, line, and sinker (sub!abby // follower req)
Basketball!abby X nerdy reader
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Summary: Abby is the head captain of your college basketball team, a known player in more ways than one…but you knew her dirty little secret
Warnings: smut, MDNI, porn smidge of plot, sub!abby, top!reader, cunnilingus, fingering if you squint, abby is sub inexperienced, abby is a whiny little sub, author enjoyed thoroughly, no y/n, no physical description of reader
A/N: first req!! So thank you for sending it in. Hopefully this will hold y’all off till I can get out a full fic :// (this was supposed to be a drabble and I got carried away oopsies). Psa wrote this at 2am so it’s probably a MESSSS
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She was dangerous force, intimidating just by the sheer sight of her. She was the kind of girl that people walked on the other side of the road when she was coming, afraid of what would happen if she snapped. Hell even the girls on the court would run from her, and not in the way the game was supposed to happen, they just knew she broke bones.
Abby was brutal, she was a hard hit, she was uneasy to break… she was a fucking whiny sub.
No one knew that of course, none of the girls she tossed around like dolls as she rammed into them emotionlessly, it would ruin the reputation she had built, right?
But you knew.
She was embarrassed you ever saw that side of her, but fuck did she need you. Only you could let her beg and plead to let her cum after denying her over and over again. Only you were allowed to see that pretty pink pussy drenched in slick that ran down her muscled thighs. Only you ever made her cum.
The situation she had you in was less than practical. Abby begrudgingly asked for your help in physics since you were undeniably the smartest in the class…oh if she would’ve know the things you’d teach her. 
You weren’t her type, she liked easy girls, the ones that threw themselves at her so she never had to even try, open up to anyone. Some girls had pressed for more, to which she’d move on to the next.
You…you were difficult, hard to read. She was surprised you didn’t use the chance of meeting with her to study to get a good fuck out of her. You were strictly business, even when you couldn’t stop thinking about what she would look like with her legs wrapped around your head.
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That day had started just like the others, abby sprawled out on your tiny dorm bed while you sat neatly across from her, textbooks giving needed separation between the two of you. She always felt the need to dominate every space she took up. If only you could just break her…
“I- I don’t fucking get this. I’m not going to.” Abby says dragging her large hand cross her face. She was usually frustrated when she came to you, but today was the worst you’ve ever seen. She’d leave in a much better place than you had started, but after 3 hours there had been an unusual lack of progress.
“You’re not using your head,” you say growing impatient. You let out a sigh of equal frustration, knowing you’d have to break down the first wall of unspoken territory with her, “what’s wrong with you, you seem off today.”
She returns a scoff back at you, head tilting up to meet your eyes, “I’m fine.”
You shake your head knowingly back at her, “Abby you-“ you begin to protest as she cuts you off defensively, “I said I’m fine. Now are you actually going to teach me? Or would you like to keep interrogating me?”
Your mouth opens in anger. She wants to play this game, let’s play. “Don’t come at me because you were too busy fucking the entire woman’s soccer team last night to be prepared for this midterm.”
“Why the fuck do you care what I do,” she barks back with just the same vengeance.
You laugh at her blatant assumption, “I didn’t say I did.”
“Then why are you breathing down my neck,” she says narrowing her eyes on you, in an almost curious gaze, still laced with anger.
“I just think you should worry about yourself more than making half of Yale’s female population come.”
She returns a breathy laugh, shaking her head turning away from you, “and you don’t think I get off?”
You cross your arms with a testing gaze on the profile of her face, she couldn’t even look at you talking about herself that way. “I know you don’t.”
“And how the hell would you know that.”
“You’re so fucking tense I’m sure you haven’t gotten off in years, can’t even let yourself do it.” You watch as she twists her fingers around themselves nervously, still unable to meet your eyes.
“Y- you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says unsure, barely above a whisper.
Any assumption you had made had been completely checked off now, and you were ready to completely destroy her. Before you could make out a rational thought your hands were at the textbooks in front of you, the separation between you and your weary opponent. You moved everything off onto the desk next to your bed, closing the once necessary gap.
“Come here,” you say as she finally meets your gaze again. “W-what?”
“You heard me, lie down completely,” you demand, and she reluctantly agrees, unsure of her fate.
You make your way to the side of her, brushing your bare knees against her side which causes her to flinch as her fists are closed tightly next to her.
You place a hand on her abdomen first, trying to ignore the chiseled muscle beneath her black tank, “have you been touched here?”
“Yes.”
You then move your hand to the bicep caged around the outline of your legs, she was sure not to make direct contact, “have you been touched here?”
“Yes.”
You move the same hand to her cheek, cupping the sharp line of her jaw, her eyes now drowning in yours, the anger that had held her down now disappearing. “Have you been touched here?”
“Sometimes. N- not often.” Her gaze falters, fluttered down out of your reach at the vulnerability.
Your hand drags down to her neck, this time you let it roam, dragging your fingers across her pulse, “and here?”
“No.”
You click your tongue at her, “shame,” bending down on your knees to scatter slow kisses up the throb in her neck. You feel as she squirms slightly beneath you, “such a sensitive area, really,” you say returning upright, dragging your fingers down to her raised nipple, hardened by your kisses.
“Here?” You lay light circles around the heightened bud as her mouth falls open, quickly closing it with her top teeth on her lip to make sure she doesn’t crack.
She shakes her head rapidly in response, eliciting a giggle from your throat as you move to her other nipple, sure to give it just as much attention.
You let your hand drag down to the seam of her sweats, toying with the exposed skin between her shirt and pants with your fingertips. You watch as her teeth let the grip of her lip go and her head fall back to the ceiling.
The tips of your fingers ease under the sweats over her boxers, inching your way in till your hand cups her mound to which she lets out her first groan of satisfaction “Have you been touched here, Abby?”
“Fuck- no. never.” Her chest rising and falling heavily now, unable to catch her breath.
“You want me to touch you there abby?”
“Please- please touch me there,” her fist that was caged around your bent legs now gripped into your thigh, large hand almost completely engulfing your leg.
“Well since you asked so nicely, take off your pants. Only your pants.” Within seconds she had them down to her ankles, ripping them off and discarding them to the floor. Her hand returned to your thigh, eyes now trained on you.
You moved your hand back to her mound, covered by her black boxers. You began rubbing down to feel how soaked she was, pooling already. You wouldn’t give her much, not yet, only rubbing slow and soft stripes up and down to hear her breathy moans from the stoic woman.
“Does that feel good?” You ask her doe-eyed as she stare’s pathetically up at you, so needy for anything you’d let her have. “Y- yes.”
“Take off your boxers.” With the same enthusiasm she rips them down at your command, returning her gaze back to the ceiling, still embarrassed at her vulnerability but unable to stop herself.
“Open up those legs for me pretty girl,” you say rubbing your palm up her thigh.
“You can’t talk to me like that… I- I’ll come” she breathes out, bucking her hips slightly into the air to no sense of relief.
“I haven’t even touched you yet,” you let out a small giggle at her admission, continuing to rub in her inner thigh.
“Y-ou don’t h-ave to- I’m close enough.”
“Awh pretty baby, all from some talking?”
She continues to buck her hips in hopes that your hand will meet her in the middle. “Please touch me before I finish.”
She had been so good, so pliable, so you honored her wish by placing your fingertips to her raised clit, soaked by her arousal. “Oh fuck!” She yelps, raising her hips into your touch, the hand on your thigh digging crescents into your soft flesh.
“So swollen, just for me?”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck- don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begins to plead. You know she won’t last much longer. And you had to taste her.
You whip your legs around her backwards to straddle her, getting a perfect view of her sopping wet cunt, pretty pink lips coated in white slick. You lick a fat stripe down her slit, tongue pointing into her leaking entrance to get a taste of her.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” she begins to babble as you lap at her hole. She moves her wide hands to grasp at your covered ass in search of stabilizing herself.
You return to her swollen bud, immediately sucking it into your mouth, pulsing it systematically as you hold her wavering thighs open.
“I- im- FUCK-“ she begins to shake under you, whimpers flying out of her as she bucks into your mouth, riding out her early orgasm.
She continues to shake as you try to suck every last bit of her climax out of her, letting her revel in her pleasure. You wish you could talk her through it now, but you’re sure she’ll let you do it over and over again.
As cries of overstimulation flood her voice you let off her clit with a pop, eliciting one last whine from her throat. You return next to the half naked brute, right back to where it started.
She hops of the bed and lazily returns her clothing back to her body.
“No one hears of this. No one.” She says with a pointed look, deep into your eyes.
Ah, the reputation must be upheld. Whiny fucking sub.
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Momo x gn!reader
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synopsis - who knows how you ended up getting stickers glued on the face by a pretty girl but you don’t complain
wordcount - 570
A/N - writer’s block has hands y’all im ngl💀 but i do have a couple things drafted up🤭 (spy!yeji but you didnt hear it from me)
“Stop making that face.”
“What face?”
“You keep scrunching your cheeks everytime I put one on, it messes it all up.”
“Oh because it’s supposed to be structured?” You asked, feeling the mess on your face.
Several stickers, all pink and white following the Barbie color theme she loved so much. You thought they were pimple patches, and you were foolish enough to ask about them, believing her when she told you they were.
You trusted her, as one would their girlfriend, so you let her on your lap, her makeup half-done as she took a break to cover your two pimples that had popped out overnight.
You found out they were regular stickers about two minutes later, when she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore. By then it was too late to get her to stop, she’d tasted how fun it was.
Her giggles kept leaving the sweetest smile on her face. If it weren’t for it, you’d have whined her out of your lap far long ago.
She seemed happy. The way her eyes never failed to smile along with her lips, you swore it was the most beautiful sight this world had to offer. What an honor to be the cause behind it.
So long as it was harmless, you were okay with whatever could bring her joy. Even getting stickers on your face that would definitely make you break out more.
The things you’d do for that woman.
“Yes it is structured.” She said as she focused on another sticker. “I’m trying not to overbear your cheeks.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the way her lips mindlessly parted. You’d think she was dealing with something with much higher stakes.
She was so effortlessly endearing. Was she even aware of how easily she could make you weak?
“Why not? That should be the point. It’s like blush, no?” You argued, making her chuckle.
“That’s ridiculous. No, it’s not.”
“Why not?”
“It’s just stickers.” She answered, focused on yet another one she applied to your chin this time.
“Are you gonna be done any time soon?” You wondered.
As much as you loved Momo, your muscles were starting to strain from trying to hold still for so long.
“I am actually. Do you want to see?” She grinned, reaching for the pocket mirror in your hand.
You nodded, smiling back at her before the sight was replaced with your own self.
“What do you think?” She asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh in response.
“Momo, why?”
“What?” She whined despite joining in on your laughter.
“Just—Why?”
“I don’t know, you asked and then I saw you looked pretty so I just continued. You told me I could!”
“Oh, so I’m not pretty without them? Do I have to live with these on my face forever? Look at me!”
“I am! You look nice, I wanna kiss your cheeks so bad, but it’s going to mess it all up.” She pouted, running her thumb over the stickers ever so gently.
“I’d rather kiss your lips anyway.” You shrugged.
“Just say cheese.” She rolled her eyes, grabbing her phone to capture the memory she’d just half-forced on you.
You simply laughed, following her orders as you looked into the camera. She took a few pictures, different angles catching the love you shared and gave each other so happily.
The two of you looked awfully wholesome in all of them. Looking at them, you were almost jealous of yourself before remembering you’re the one she loves.
What an honor. Hopefully you’ll stick around each other for a long, long while.
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Oh Deer - Part Four
A/N: thank you again for all of the support!! I had to rewrite this one a couple of times because I just couldn’t decide, I hope you like it <3 I’m so excited to share my writings and I’m so astonished every time y’all leave nice comments I love them so much, thank you!! All of that said, enjoy!
Chapter Summery: Lilly is treated to a glamorous night out under the Vs’ roof, accompanied by a familiar demon, angst and tension ensues.
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I rolled my eyes, again, and waved away the idea. “No way, we both know Alastor fucking hates me, he just hates Lucifer more I guess.” Angel was positive that Alastor was sincere in his display earlier, I was not quite as delusional though. “He quite literally said he was fucking around.” I added. Even if I found myself fascinated with the demon, I wasn’t so naive to think that feeling went both ways.
“Maybe, or maybe he just wanted an excuse.” Angel paused and had a look of realization on his face as he broke out into a smile. “If you want some real attention though, y’know the Vs are throwing that big party if Velvette ain’t already dragging you to it you could be my plus one! Val usually keeps me pretty fucking busy all night, but they are actually pretty fun. Lots of cute demons and free booze if you know what I mean!” Angle said with a wink and laughed. That’s not a terrible idea actually, get out a little and have some fun. My streak hasn’t been so great recently so I could really use a win on that front.
“Y’know that actually does sound fun. Velvette hasn’t brought it up at all yet so she probably won’t need me there, but I also don’t have anything to wear for it, I’ll need something new. I could use some retail therapy anyway.” I said and rested my head on top of the pillow in my lap smiling. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! Angel lit up at the sound of going shopping.
“Oh I will make sure you are the best dressed demon in the whole fucking party, don’t worry about that tuts! We want something that will show you you off!” He held up his fingers like he was mimicking a camera taking pictures of me. “You got it all babe! The tits, the ass, the smile! They are going to eat you up, especially once I’m done with you!” He ranted making me laugh. I don’t think in my whole before and afterlife I’ve ever heard someone describe me that way. “I’m serious! Al will see what he’s missing tomorrow night!” Angel teased very proud of his scheme.
“This has nothing to do with him, but I do like that idea. As soon as I get off work we need to hit the shops so we still have enough time.” I said trying to plan out the next night. Angel agreed and we worked out the time table to make sure we would stay on track. Work, then shop, then hotel to get ready, then back across town to the party. Excellent, tomorrow night will be all about what I want, it’s been a while since I could say that.
After a couple more hours of giggling and gossip, like hearing allllll about how Husk and Angel made eye contact today and it was riveting, we settle down to fall asleep while the purple lights twinkled above our heads. I tried to calm my mind, but it raced just thinking about tomorrow. This party is for high profile souls, overlords and wealthy demons in hell, hopefully I don’t stick out too much, but I like to think I’ve learned a good amount from my work. Maybe it will be enough to actually go a whole night without thinking about the radio demon, I can only hope.
The next morning there was a renewed joy in my step as I walked down to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. It didn’t matter that it was far too early to be awake, or that I was about to be yelled at for the next ten hours of my day, no, I would do it all with a smile because today I actually had something to look forward to. I cozied up in a chair in the lounge with my mug and breathed in the steam while I watched the fire in the fireplace dance.
1-2-click 1-2-click 1-2-click
I can’t help but wonder what makes him need to be up so early, what business could he have at 4am? He walked through the lounge and I tried to hide the fact that I was watching by playing on my phone. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in the sight of him with curious eyes, he was less put together than usual. His ears were tucked back and he wasn’t wearing his waistcoat. It was an odd sighting for him to not have it on. Without it you could see his sleeve garters which gave him an almost rugged look like he had been pouring over his desk for hours, and then you could see his little deer tail. He didn’t greet me and I was not going to be the first one of us to say anything so he passed through the room quietly. After he did, I took another sip of my coffee. Maybe his broadcast had given him some sort of trouble, or perhaps he had been returning to his M.O. from before his absence of torturing souls he saw fit on the air. I don’t care to listen to his broadcasts, when anything important happens I will know either from sinstigram or Velvette yelling about it the next day.
After a few more minutes of enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning hotel I cleaned my mug out and made my way to work.
Upon arriving I could tell I was going to have a few extra duties today. They were already decorating the main event space elsewhere in the building, I could tell by the exorbitant number of tables and decor being moved around through the halls, and if there is one thing Velvette loves it is to micromanage how something looks. I go up to the studio and start collecting my clipboard and the ever growing list of what must get done today. Between keeping tv personalities well dressed, reshoots for the launch of Velvette’s fashion line, and now the party I think I’m going to need a second pair of arms. I guess that’s what we have the studio aids for.
“I need the Art Director for Velvette’s line in the studio, we need to confirm details and revisions.” I spoke into my earpiece and waited for confirmation before moving onto the next task and then the task after that. Finally some time later Velvette joined us in the studio and started barking her own orders as well. I joined the collection of demons flocking to her side for their morning abuse.
“Fucking finally, Lilly I need you to make sure everyone to set downstairs before you leave today. Make sure you have the vision plan and everything else I had them work up so you actually know what the fuck you’re supposed to be checking. If a single fucking chair is at the wrong angle it is your fault. Me and Vox have put too much fucking work into this party tonight for it not to look right I need perfection from you today. Even the seven bloody deadly sins are coming so if anything is not exactly the way I fucking pictured it, your leash will become very short.” She ordered and I nodded quietly. “Until then I need the stupid fucking art director for my line up here now!”
“Yes Ma’am. The Art Director is waiting for you with the concept photos for final approval.” I stated. She smiled, not exactly rare, but not exactly common especially while she was working.
“Finally you use that fucking brain of yours to get shit ready before I have to tell you to. How refreshing! In that case find the makeup artists, they keep running off to hell knows what and I’m this close to snapping one of them in half to set a fucking example, ungrateful little shits!” And with that she left to yell at the next soul she could find.
I spoke into my earpiece again, “Creative Director for Events, where are you? We need to check in immediately.” Upon confirmation that they were downstairs in the event space I headed there myself and we went over the binders of planning and inspiration the Vs had laid out. The event hall was really more like a grand ballroom, as hypermodern as the Vs were, it would seem they still found charm in some old world aesthetics. With massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, white marble floors, and dramatically draped floor length windows, it nearly looked straight out of a period piece. The colors for the party were blue and black, sounds like Vox won that argument. The tables were being set up with black tablecloths and vibrant blue hydrangeas, I didn’t even know you could grow those in hell. There were demons running all around the space sweeping, bringing things in, decorating the stage, the bar, exchanging the drapes out to match the color scheme.
I checked every chair and table to make sure they were level, every centerpiece for dead flowers and leaves, the stage for splinters, the drapes for snugs in the fabric. “Do we have the staff apparel ready?” I asked the director. She was a short demon who was lizard like with one large eye in the center of her head.
“No, we hadn’t coordinated that yet.” Of course not. I mentally rolled my eyes, luckily costuming was my bread and butter.
“I’ll handle that then, how much staff will there be tonight?” I asked clicking my pen so I could jot in down. 100 serves, 10 bartenders, 5 bands, 45 miscellaneous staff on the floor, okay, doable. “Keep a handle on everything down here, I’ll track all of that down, do not let them fuck it up.” I said and she gave a polite nod. Awesome, 160 coordinated outfits, because that won’t take all day or anything.
I spent a good few hours tracking down various sizes of royal blue suit vests and dress pants, royal blue suit jackets, royal blue button up shirts and black ties, royal blue knee length skirts, shoes, but it was possible with the size of our costuming department. By the end of the day I had neatly organized racks of outfits for each position and each size with a skirt or pants option. Staff was just beginning to trickle in the door and I assigned a few studio aids to help make sure everyone had the clothes they required for the night. Before it was too late I did one last once over of the ballroom. Centerpieces were good, chairs good, all the ambient candles were lit, I could see the bartenders just beginning to organize the bars, the bands were setting up their equipment, I think I might have actually pulled this one off.
I breathe a sigh of relief and I finish triple checking my work. Everything is set in place which leaves only one more thing: myself. I handover to the Event Manager who has arrived for the evening and she thanks me for getting us here, something I’m not very used to hearing. I thank her and text Angel Dust that I’m on my way out the door at work and am heading out to pick out a dress. He immediately texts back that he is on his way to the front of the building as well and we will meet there. I gather myself and get there just as he is.
Angel is in good spirits as he links his lower arm with mine, which is still a bit tall for me, and we start wadding through shop after shop. We know we are on a time crunch, but Angel seems to have something very specific in mind. Finally after trying on at least two dozen dresses and probably half as many shops, when I step out of the dressing room his eyes light up and a big smile spreads across his face.
“Oh baby, that is the one!” He spins me toward the mirror and I can’t help but feel a little self conscious. “You are going to be turning heads all fucking night in this little number! We might need to hire security for you!” I laughed at the idea and attempted to pull the hem down just an inch more. It was a very short black, strapless dress with a wide square neckline and a low back. It came with a pair of matching black elbow length gloves and I could already imagine how I would pair it with accessories at home. He was right though, it looked stunning. It hugged every square inch of my body and admittedly had more cleavage than I was used to as it seemed to defy physics by still being supportive, it was beautiful.
“Angel, it might be too much, I don’t want to go overboard.” I said biting my lip, but I couldn’t stop turning in the mirror to see myself at every angle. Angel grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the mirror.
“It’s perfect.” He assured. We bought it and took it home with just one hour left to get ready for the evening.
When he stepped out Angel was wearing a black version of his typical suit jacket and shorts, exchanging his pinkish red gloves for a baby pink pair and kept his thigh high boots, he looked incredible and I told him so, he nearly blushed for a second before lighting back up as we walked downstairs.
“Me? Fucking look at you! Little miss straight-laced, you look drop-double-dead-gorgeous tonight!” He beamed, this time it was my turn to blush. I had added a pair of dark tights and my royal blue Mary Jane shoes, with a delicate royal blue ribbon tied around my neck like a choker. I pulled my gloves up a little more to make sure they were all the way on before running a hand through my hair. I hope he is right.
“Thank you Angel, I try my best.” I said sheepishly. Angel instead upon stopping by the lounge where the rest of the group was gathered to say goodbye before we were off. We stepped into the room and I smiled awkwardly as Angel presented me, very proud of his work.
“I give to you, the new and improved Lilly!” He sang and motioned to me. Charlie looked surprised but happy, Vaggie was about the same, but had a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Sir. Pentious had a light blush but reassured me that I looked very nice. Husk was trying to hide it, but absolutely eyeing Angel. Niffty squealed with joy and ram little figure eights around us manically giggling about how nice we looked. Alastor was nowhere to be found though. “Where’s the big guy? I said I needed everyone!” Angel frowned.
“Please excuse my tardiness, I too was getting ready for tonight!” Alastor chirped as he walked into the room. He was dressed very well, his suit looked new just for the occasion as it was a slightly deeper shade of red than his normal suit and it was more simple with a short tail coat and a chain across the chest and it had a very faint pinstripe pattern to it. He looked like he had gotten a fresh haircut and maybe it’s my imagination, but even his old cane looked a little fresher to match. As I finished drinking him in I realized his eyes were going over me in the very same way.
“Since when are you fucking going to a party that Vox is throwing?” Angel asked the demon who chuckled.
“Oh I wouldn’t dare miss it, so many important demons and souls there tonight. I couldn’t give Vox the chance to twist a narrative if left to his own devices! Plus,” he pulled a small paper from his breast pocket. “He invited me.” Alastor had a wicked smile on as he stuffed his invitation back into his pocket. Angel gave me a small look that told me this was news to him, as it was to me. I guess Alastor is an overlord and Vox does seem rather keen on him. Even if they are enemies, best to keep him close.
“Well, I guess we should all get going then.” I said and before I could turn towards the door shadows crushed over us and just as quickly as they appeared they dissipated and we were in front of the event room door.
•
As soon as I saw her in the lounge I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her dress was the most revealing thing I’d even seen draped across her figure. The visual mixing with her timid posing made something within me tick. Every curve was on display, the dress hardly covered her ass as the hem just barely brushed the top of her soft thighs, it scarcely managed to contain her chest if she didn’t have perfect posture it could be quite the display, her exposed back left her looking delicate and accessible. An anger burned in me, traipsing through a gala in such a vulnerable position, she should be locked away from such prying eyes where only I can look upon her form like this, where I can revel in it. The gentle look in her eyes made my mind race. How dare she look like that and yet so innocent at the same time, I wanted to ruin that innocent look, I wanted her eyes to hold nothing but pleasure and lust as I did so. If a soul should so much as hover their eyes over her a moment too long I might have to restrain myself from slaughtering them. As we walked into the event room Angel was quickly called away but Valentino, who blew us a sarcastic kiss from across the busy room. My eyes stayed trained on her though, she would not be leaving my sight tonight whether she knew it or not.
•
Alastor seemed in no rush to find any friends as he walked behind me through the crowded space. Hundreds of demons and overlords and hellish elites mingled around me. I secretly enjoyed his company, but me and Angel had agreed that tonight was about me and as much as I was intregued by Alastor, I knew that went one way. “Alastor, if you are going to accompany me tonight,” I turned and flashed a smile at him. “Would you perhaps be able to hunt down a drink for me to sip on? It’s awfully warm.” I asked, anxiously adjusting my gloves again. He casted his eyes across the room before answering.
“Why don’t you join me, My Dear? We’ll find it together. Then I can brief you on who not to talk to.” He stressed the end of his sentence like it was very important I don’t meet certain souls in attendance tonight. He reached to place a hand on my shoulder blade to guide me forward but I stepped to the side.
“Please Alastor, I’ll find my way to somewhere quiet until you return, I’m a big girl.” I teased a little and batted my eyes at him. I don’t know what his deal was tonight, maybe he had more foes than friends in attendance, but still I know how to get out of a sticky situation when I find myself in one, especially here.
“I insist, I wouldn’t want to abandon a lady at an event like this, who knows what kind of unsavory figure could swoop in.” The static crackled off his voice at the beginning. I felt his hand meet my shoulder successfully. His eyes burned into mine and I felt there was danger that I wasn’t aware of. I gave in and slowed to allow him to guide me towards the bar. It was quite busy and in the crowd my back was nearly pressed against his chest as we walked. I could feel the heat coming off in him, he smelled like fresh rain in the woods. I kept my hands clasped in front of me and kept a polite smile on as we finally reached the edge of the crowd for my drink.
Alastor left my side by less than two steps to order me a drink, I took the chance to look around the room. There were hundreds of finely dressed demons in attendance, a part of me was very pleased to see everyone enjoying the space I had helped to create and so far not a hair out of place.
“For you, My Dear.” He said graciously as he handed me my glass, if I remember the menu correctly this is a mermaid mule, giving it a violently blue color. “Now I think it’s about time we start making the rounds to say hello, don’t you think?” He grinned and placed his hand back on my shoulder blade as we reentered the crowd. It wasn’t really a question that explain answer. I looked up at him from the corner of my eye, he was quite cautiously watching the crowd. I couldn’t tell if he was looking for anyone in particular or not, but his mind certainly had a goal it was focused on.
“Alastor, I appreciate the escort, but really I was hoping to be on my own tonight.” He did not bother to look at me, but he did seem to see someone he wished to talk to as we gently started heading a different way. “I fear you might not be the most suitable wing man.” I teased trying to smile at the taller demon.
“I’m afraid not, besides please allow me to introduce you to the darling Rosie, overlord of cannibal town!” He motioned to the women just a couple of feet ahead of us now. She was tall and remarkably pretty even with her hollowed out eyes and her sharp teeth she managed to look friendly and lively. “Rosie! A pleasure as always!” Alastor sang.
She turned and lit up upon seeing him, waving us over. “Alastor darling, it’s so good to see you! Who’s this little number you brought along tonight? You better keep a close eye on her. I could eat her right up!” Her smile reminded me of his, but it was more sincere. She spoke with a very old dialect, but it left me thinking she ought to be sipping tea on someone’s porch with a novel in her hand. I returned her smile and Alastor introduced us.
“This is Lilly, an associate of mine from Charlie’s hotel.” He said and Rosie gave a small applause.
“It is very nice to meet you Ma’am, I am very lucky to be a resident under the princess’ trust. I hope you are enjoying the evening, I helped put it together, so please feel free to let me know if there is anything at all you need. I am positive we can make it happen.” I offered and she giggled.
“Oh such a sweetheart, you are! What a very nice swaray this is turning out to be, thank you! I can’t imagine need anything not already provided!” She assured me and she and Alastor continued to talk for a few more minutes. I watched Alastor as he did, he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, it was a nice look on him, but his ears would twitch every so often giving away that he was still on high alert.
Eventually Alastor excused us, in search of another overlord to greet. We repeated this pattern a few times, one even joked that if Alastor was going to keep such a close eye on me he needed to put me ‘under contract’, or he would. I felt Alastor’s claws ever so slightly press themselves a little harder into my skin and his laugh was clipped. Once we had a moment to ourselves again I scanned the room for Angel or Valentino, I hadn’t seen him since our arrival, but with no luck. I did however spot another V. I could see Vox chatting up an interesting looking demon, he was tall and owl like and dressed quite regally, I recognized him as Stolis, rumor had it he did love daytime dramas so I guess I can’t be too surprised.
“Alastor, maybe I should go find Angel, just to check in on him.” It almost felt futile, of course I enjoyed Alastor’s company, and the feeling of his hand sent electric currents through my skin, but it also felt hopeless to think that he was thinking what I was thinking. Thinking about how he had looked so delightfully disheveled this morning, how he might look beneath his well tailored clothes, how the heat of his body might fully wash over mine, how his hand might feel elsewhere. It wouldn’t take more than a couple skilled movement to have me out of a dress like this and I was sure he was skilled. I nearly blushed at just the passing thought.
•
It took all the strength I had to not sink my claws into her. Why did she want to walk away so badly, I have been nothing but the perfect gentleman all evening and still she is not content. I flicked my eyes back down to hers, I could smell a faint scent of attraction from her, how sweet it smelled. Maybe I could use that to keep her close. Clearly she wanted some kind of attention tonight, I could give her a little taste. “Do I bore you? I apologize if meeting so many people was overwhelming, but it would have been rude not to.” I grinned, I allowed my hand to drop to the bottom of her back, just above her dress. “I appreciate your cooperation, truthfully,” I walked us forward and bent down ever so slightly so I could whisper into her ear. I could smell the perfume of her attraction better here, her back was stiff and I could see her chest rise and fall with every deep breath she was taking. “I don’t trust a single soul here to be alone with you, My Dear.” I said, my tone was soft but I couldn’t help the static creeping into my voice. It was true after all, none of them deserved to even lay eyes on her.
She looked up at me with sweet wide eyes, “Is that why, Alastor, you’ve kept me on such a short leash tonight?” She asked. Oh I would love to put her on a leash. “Afraid I might find a new overlord to pester?” She smiled at her own jab. “Don’t worry, I was just hoping to find a little bit of, y’know, company tonight.” Her face flushed softly and felt that pit in my stomach grow.
She wanted some disgusting demon to see her like that, to touch her like that. The idea made me sick, and more so my anger grew. The image of her sprawled out, eyes so innocent and inviting, her hair like the halo she deserved on the pillow beneath her, for someone else? I had to control my anger or before I could explain myself we would be back in the hotel, back in my room, and I needed to be here tonight unfortunately.
And that reason was walking towards us now as my smile widened I was keenly aware of my hand moving to grip Lilly’s waist instead to keep her even closer to me.
•
Alastor’s grip was strong, I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at, surely what I said hadn’t upset him like this. Then it made sense, Vox. While they have been throwing punches from afar via broadcast this is the first time they will have seen each other face to face since Alastor’s return. Vox was in the same suit he always wore, but it at least looked a little better pressed today.
“Alastor! Has anyone ever told you it’s rude not to greet the host.” Vox remarked as he walked into range. “I didn’t think we were inviting just anyone tonight?” He laughed, Alastor produced his invitation from his pocket again.
“Why, you personally signed it. There was a kiss and a heart on my invitation just like you always did.” Alastor remarked, flipping it over between his fingers to prove it, making Vox scowl slightly. I held in a giggle. His annoyed eyes landed on me and I suddenly wanted Alastor’s shadows to whisk me away from here. Work is one thing, I tolerate whatever abuse the other two Vs wish to throw my way as politely as I can to keep Velvette happy, but I’m not working now, and my back is against the chest of the soul Vox might just hate the most in all of hell. The other part of me wants to stand tall, who says I can even rely on Alastor for defense here, he’s so hot and cold with me. “And Vel’s pet, what a combination! I must say Velvette has only had the pettiest complaints tonight so that is as close as a job well down can be for her, congratulations!” Vox held out a hand for me to shake. I wanted to look at Alastor for approval or an excuse, I really wanted to not have to shake his hand, but I did. An acute ringing appeared in my ears.
“Thank you, Mr. Vox.” I said plainly. There was tension in the air between the two, but they both remained polite. It would cause too much of a scene for them to duke it out here in public. I felt the anger pooling in Alastor’s muscles as it felt like he was entirely still, not even feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed behind me anymore. I could feel his eyes bore into me, something I normally treasured, but now I couldn’t shake the animosity that was behind them even if that was not necessarily directed my way.
“I rather think red and black would have been a more flattering theme, but I guess blue is nice to some people.” Alastor quipped, adjusting his suit jacket proudly, Vox’s smile strained.
“It looks to me that someone prefers the blue.” Vox smirked and reached for the ribbon I wore around my neck, but before he could actually make contact Alastor moved us a step back. He held me with a force that threatened the delicate fabric of my dress.
“A gentleman would ask permission before reaching for a lady that way, and concede when she denies. Maybe you yourself are too modern for basic manners?” Alastor teased. His eyes burned bright red, contrasting his airy attitude and smile. I could feel his breath ticking the nape of my neck, under different circumstances I might let myself dwell on that feeling, I knew he was fired up. As bloodthirsty as Alastor may be, he has his values.
“You know I could introduce you to at least twenty demons here tonight who could show you a better time.” Vox couldn’t help but keep the irritation out of his voice as he stood with one hand on his hip, it almost sounded like a threat, I’m not sure if I wanted to know exactly what a good time entails for him. Vox played with Alastor’s protectiveness tonight. Ironically, here was someone who was basically offering me exactly what I claimed I wanted, but now that it’s in front of me and especially coming from him I had no interest. I was repulsed by the idea. I kept my back straight and tried to shake off Alastor’s grip a little, I don’t want to be intimidated by Vox right now. He doesn’t hold any direct power over me more than any other demon here. I’m sick of being pushed and pulled around so much.
“I’m plenty satisfied with my company. I’d like if you left us be now, I’m sure you can find time to taunt Alastor on any other day. We would like to enjoy the night.” I asserted. His plasma smile inverted. He looked like a petulant child being told play time was over.
“You’re welcome to reconsider, I’m sure Velvette would like-“
“Velvette does not care for my company, Mr. Vox.” I cut him off. I held back my shame thinking about her and forced myself to continue. “Goodnight, Sir.” He couldn’t hide his displeasure in my answer, clearly he had wanted to demean Alastor in some way by whisking away his date. He took two steps towards us, leaving just a foot of space in between. Baring his LED teeth he looked down at me.
“You ungrateful bi-”
“Be so kind as to let us get on with our evening wont you?” Alastor cut him off, static crackling off his words, he loomed behind me, his eyes practically begging Vox to push him further. He wouldn’t make the first move, but he wouldn’t step down once Vox did. Without looking past me Vox took a deep breath and straightened his tie returning to his dry smile.
“Enjoy the night. We’ll see you in the studio tomorrow.” Vox nodded in my direction with a glint in his eye. I stood in silence as he turned his back to us and rejoined the crowd.
I turned around to face Alastor. Part of me wanted to run away from here, be enveloped in his arms and just dissolve. Another part of me wanted his fingers to find somewhere else they could mercilessly sink into and to free me from my dress as we fell onto his bed. The part of me that won, however, was the part that looked at his angry eyes and smiled, requesting another drink. We could stay here if it meant he would keep holding onto me, if it meant he would continue to be just a step behind me no matter what, if it meant I was the center of his attention for a little bit longer. I knew I might have to pay for my disrespect in the morning, but that felt so far away at this moment. Right now I was safe, I was with Alastor, and that's all I wanted to think about. The ambient candle light danced in his eyes as he looked at me, and as much as he would hate to hear it, the contrast of the rich blue background only made his red hair and eyes look all that much more alluring.
He indulged my request and his grip on my waist was no longer lethal as he guided me to the closest bar in the event room. I ordered my drink and downed it to try to steady my head. Alastor gently hummed along to the band playing while leaning his back against the bar a little, he looked content and for a moment he almost looked like a regular person enjoying his night. If you wanted you could imagine him in life, whatever that had looked like, it was haunting.
“Alastor, would you dance with me?” I asked, unable to keep a smile off my face at his display. He stood up and took one of my hands in his and his grin grew as he gave me a small bow.
“Of course, My Dear, I’d be delighted.” He replied and we joined the dance floor not far away. I was, unfortunately, not a terribly skilled dancer, but Alastor led and I was able to follow. His arm snaked around my waist while the other kept my hand, my free hand rested on his shoulder. His eyes consumed me and I savored it. We had been close all night, but for the first time the proximity felt purposefully intimate. I nearly couldn’t bear the way he looked at me, half lidded eyes slowly raked over my figure before landing back on my own eyes. I wanted him to say something. Beside the fact that I was heavily focused on not tripping over my own feet, my heart raced and I’m not sure I could muster anything worth saying. This was the closest thing I could call a confirmation that he might be thinking what I’m thinking. Maybe he had been all night, maybe that was why he couldn’t let me out of his grip for more than thirty seconds. Or maybe he just liked putting on a show.
I was able to match his steps as we spun around the floor. He had a slightly softer smile playing on his lips. I hoped my nerves weren’t showing through in my smile, I felt like I had it under control, but as I held his gaze I wasn’t so sure my eyes were on my side. “You are a marvelous dancer, no need to worry, you are doing perfectly fine.” Alastor cooed, thinking that must be what’s caused my anxiety. I allowed myself I look past him for a moment to collect my thoughts. I wasn’t even an okay dancer, but it is sweet he would say so.
“I think you are the first dance partner of mine to say that. I stepped on many date’s toes unfortunately in life.” I admitted. Back in my dancing days I quickly fell down the rank of ladies at work to take out, I might be able to make you laugh but that’s about all I was good at on a date.
“Maybe the problem was more so with the partner.” Alastor said and twirled us around. “I seem to have no such problem.” He pulled me ever so slightly closer to him, my chest nearly against his. He was right, I hadn’t actually had much of a misstep at all. He was an excellent dance partner. He knew how to lead and to help me stay in time with him. Alastor gently guided my waist in the direction changes, or gave my hand a gentle squeeze. We were working in tandem quite gracefully.
The song came to an end and I wished it would last just a couple of minutes longer. Alastor released me and gave a slight bow, he was completely serious but I couldn’t help from giggling a little. Such a gentleman tonight. His hand returned to my shoulder blade and we melted into the crowd again. I thought about Alastor more, he is difficult, but it just makes me want more of him. I never know what I will get with him and as frustrating as it is it is also alluring. I pulled up the tops of my gloves a little, just to busy myself, as I caught my breath. I almost felt cold now without the heat of his body so close to mine, even though he was just a few inches further away than he had been it was enough for a chill to sweep through me. I hugged myself a little to compensate and blushed slightly when I realized how pronounced it made my chest. Almost immediately I felt a warm soft fabric cover my shoulders. I looked down at it as I pulled it closer to me and realized it was Alastor’s suit jacket before looking back at him.
“You looked cold, understandable given your attire, we wouldn’t want you to catch a chill now would we?” Alastor offered before I could even question him with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled back.
“Thank you, though I paid good money for this dress, I ought to show it off. I don’t know when else I’ll ever get the excuse to.” I said and soothed the hem of my dress that just barely came down long enough. I moved to shake off the jacket, but his hand on my shoulder kept me from doing so.
His smile widened. “I think you look particularly lovely just like this!” His voice rang in my ears. Such a protective gentleman. I couldn’t help but to want to tease him.
I shrugged off his hand and his jacket, offering it back to him. “Please, Alastor, I insist.” He begrudgingly took it back and slipped the jacket back on, adjusting his cuffs. I looked up at him with shy eyes as I slowly traced my hands over my silhouette, seemingly to soothe my dress to anyone else. I watched as Alastor’s eyes followed my hands. “Thank you, I think I look rather nice, don’t you?” I asked sweetly. His eyes flicked back up to mine before I spun a little to give him a better look. His grip on his cane became tight. He looked at me like I was prey he was stalking in the forest, absolutely trained on me watching what I would do next. It burned into me and I loved it.
“You look very nice, My Dear. I think you know that.” He said, his voice was clipped, but not dangerous. I smiled. It was fun to get under his skin a little, especially given how he does it to me.
“Maybe, but I was just curious if you also thought so. You look quite handsome yourself, I rather like this suit on you.” I teased and adjusted his lapels a little. I could feel his breath again on the top of my head as I did so and when I looked at his eyes they were glowing a deep ruby color. His hand curled around my wrist, plucking it off of him. I could tell he was trying to decide exactly what to say, so I continued to press him. “Oh, does the touching only go one way? You’ve had your hands on me all night. I thought I might return the favor.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at him. My vision darkened and for a moment all I could see was the glowing of his eyes and his crazed grin. When it lightened back up I knew I was back in the hotel, but in a room I had never seen before. My eyes found the forest that looked like it had been patched onto the room and I knew. This must be Alastor’s room.
The confidence I had held just seconds ago evaporated upon the realization. Alastor gently guided my chin so that my gaze was directed back at him. I knew my eyes were wide and my heart thudded against my ribs as I wasn’t sure if I should be terrified or thrilled, or both. His ears were flat against his head as his eyes drank me in one last time. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me tonight.” His voice came out low and no louder than a whisper. One of his arms wrapped around my waist like when we were dancing, but now his claws nearly pierced my skin through the delicate fabric of my dress. He held me close there, I had no answer.
Alastor used his other hand to slowly run the sharp edge of a claw along a path from my jaw, down my neck, over my shoulder, then across my back. My skin hissed at the sensation, it wasn’t even enough to truly break the skin but it sent shockwaves through my system. I stood perfectly still, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing. I wanted him to just tell me, tell me if he craves me the way I crave him or not. I wanted more of his touch, but I was in no position to demand such a thing.
“As soon as I saw your little getup tonight,” He started to explain, deliberately fiddling with my dress’ fabric. “I wanted to whisk you up here, keep you away from any other soul who might see you in such a state.” I felt my face growing increasingly warm as he combed his free hand through my hair. “I didn’t think they deserved such a sight, but I didn’t want to upset you, My Dear, so I settled for keeping a close watch over you.” I melted into his touch as he held my cheek in his hand while he spoke. “I restrained myself then, but you have pushed me too far.” Alastor leaned his head in closer to mine, until our foreheads almost touched. His eyes were still a glowing deep red. “I’ll tell you a secret. All night I have been able to smell the lust pouring out of you, and right now is the strongest it’s ever been. You smell so sweet.” his neck dips even lower and his lips threaten to brush against my neck, the promise of sweet kisses tantalizing close. I could hear the sound of my blood pumping through my veins, I was hyper aware of every inch of my body that Alastor was touching, my muscles screamed for me to do something. Either run away or grab him and never let him go, waiting was torture. “You have to go.”
My mind raced. Alastor wanted me to leave? We were still tangled together, he made no real move to let me leave. My body ached for more of his touch, I desperately wanted more. I didn’t want to leave this moment. “Please, let me stay.” I begged, my voice breathy almost as if I was gasping for air. I didn’t need air, I needed Alastor. He slowly straightened back up and released his grasp on my waist. My skin hissed at the lack of his heat, the dewy scent of him retreating as he took a step back. He did not raise his eyes to meet mine though, instead his voice was low and gravely, charged with static and energy as he commanded me again.
“Leave.” It was not a question. I held myself back from arguing with him and backed away towards the door behind me. His shadows pooled around him on the floor. Some seemed to deliberately run in my direction as if to grab me and pull me back but any time one headed my way another would smack it back. I watched Alastor while my back was still waiting to find the wall. He was not his normal composed self, no this was raw. He almost looked ashamed, yet angry, searching for something to take that out on. I would pray for whatever creature he takes that out on if I thought it would help. The heavy rise and fall of his chest gave away just how agitated he had become.
Finally my back pressed against the wall while my hand began to search for the doorknob. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t speak, I could barely move. Did I do something wrong? Can I fix it? I don’t want to push him too hard, but it gnawed on me, if I’d caused this outburst I want to make it right. I opened my mouth to call out his name, but before the first letter could fully form a shadow shot out to me, wrapping itself around my throat and jaw. I froze, I’ve been in the position before and did not want to make him more angry. Alastor slowly turned towards me, his breathing was labored and as he lifted his head I could see a gruesome grin on his face.
“I. Said. Out.”
I was forced backwards by the force of his shadow and only was able to disconcert the sound of his door slamming back shut as I realized I was now on the other side of it. I had fallen back from the force and found myself just staring up at his door. I suddenly felt small and alone here. Just a minute ago I had been the center of Alastor’s universe as we danced and now I was thrown aside and shut out. I wracked my brain for what had set him off so terribly.
I remembered his words, he had confessed to being attracted to me, and knowing I was attracted to him, it felt humiliating. I had felt so exposed and vulnerable in that moment, he hadn’t technically rejected me, but it sure felt like he had. My confidence had crashed. I wanted to curl up and die. I also wanted to march back in Alastor’s room and scream at him for making me feel this way, for building me up just to crush me in the end. Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I forced them away. I don’t want to break down, instead I redirected the energy. You want me to leave? I’ll leave alright.
I slowly pulled myself back up and dusted off my dress, fixing myself and taking a long deep breath for comfort.. I cast one last hurt glance back at Alastor’s door and headed downstairs.
Shame, humiliation, and confusion swirled in my mind, perhaps distorting my decision making capabilities. I debated my next move, but I wasn’t in the headspace to think wisely. My feet carried me forward as if the speed of my steps could out pace these feelings. Soon my heels were clicking down the grand staircase outside the front door while my nails dug into my palm, my gloves didn’t protect me. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was walking, but I eventually found myself down an all too familiar path.
I could see the massive glowing light of the Vs’ studio signage even though I was still a solid mile away. It was as daunting as it always was, the blue neon looked like a bruise on the hellish red sky. It was fitting. The place that I looked forward to leaving everyday was suddenly a constant I could cling onto. I knew exactly where I stood here, I knew what to expect, what to do, how to act, who to be. I was thankful for that role, thankful for the rock it gave me to sink my nails into in order to hold onto something, anything, that made me feel better. Here I didn’t have to be myself and everything that entailed, I could simply be Velvette’s errandgirl, someone who did not care what that deer demon was doing back at the hotel right now. Someone who didn’t dwell on whether or not she would be able to bring herself to look into his deep ruby eyes the next time they met. Someone who didn’t miss the way he looked at her back in the ballroom with a playful possessiveness as the candle light danced behind them. No. I would be too busy for any of that.
I straightened out my back when the building came into focus drawing on a polite shy smile.
Quietly, I rejoined the event space. The party had of course continued in my absence, none the wiser to my personal angst. I cast my eyes about the room in search of Angel, unlikely as it was I couldn’t help myself. A friendly face would be nice right now, but no such luck. So I took a step forward, ever still conscious of my looks and of the crowd, and made my way back towards the bar. Alone this time, but the night was just beginning.
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All I Want Is You (Jey Uso x Ex-Girlfriend!)
Part 1
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PART 2
Friday August 4th
Josh walked into the arena holding hands with his 4 year old son. He had a camera crew following him for some type of vlog that was being shown on the WWE’s Youtube channel. The camera crew was filming him walking past a trailer that had Joe’s face on it. He said some snarky remark about looking better than Joe when his son tugged on his hand.
“Dad, look.” His son said. Josh looked to where his son was pointing and felt his heart skip a beat. He didn’t know she was going to be there. He knew he would probably see her at SummerSlam since it was an event for both shows but he wasn’t mentally prepared to see her tonight. “Can I go say Hi?” His son asked using his best puppy dog eyes. Josh nodded and let go of his hand.
Janelle was talking to Michael Cole when she felt someone wrapping their tiny arms around her legs.
“Hi J!” He smiled up at her, his two front teeth missing. She smiled and bent down to pick him up.
“Hey bud. How you been?” She asked, melting a little when he wrapped his arms around her neck.
“Good. I missed you.” He said still not letting go of her neck.
“I missed you too bud.” Josh felt his palms sweat when he got closer to Janelle, he prayed that he didn’t say anything stupid with the cameras on him. She arched her eyebrow at him when she noticed the camera crew but didn’t say anything about it..
“Come on. Let's go get some food.” He said to his son trying to pry him off of Janelle. With them and the camera crew laughing when his son just wrapped his arms and legs around Janelle tighter.
“No dad, I wanna stay with Nelle.” His son said, turning around and pouting at his dad.
“You guys know each other?” The cameraman asked, causing Josh to stutter before Janelle rolled her eyes and answered for him.
“We used to date.” She said
“Used too?” The cameraman laughed when Josh and Janelle turned their faces up at him. “My bad just asking.”
“Yeah used too, Mr. Nosey.” She said, rolling her eyes. Her expression softened when she brought her attention back to Josh’s son. “You don’t wanna go eat with daddy?” She asked, making Josh suck in a breath that hopefully the camera’s didn’t pick up. He loved when she called him that. When Xavier shook his head no Janelle turned her attention to Josh who was already looking at her. “He can stay with me until he’s ready to go with you.”
Josh nodded his head. “My cousin was going to sit at Ringside with him during the show, I'll let you know when she gets here.” Janelle nodded and walked off with Xavier leaving Josh with the camera crew. “Yall not gonna cut that out huh?” He asked, seeing the smirk on the cameraman's face.
“Why do you have my nephew?” Joe Anoa’i asked as he walked down the hallway seeing Janelle with Xavier.
“Because he likes me better than his dad.” Letting out a laugh when Xavier nodded his head in agreement. Joe took Xavier from Janelle.
“You actually talked to Josh?” He asked his eyes widening when she nodded her head. “It wasn’t awkward?”
“No gossip girl. I think we’re both over the break up.” Arching an eyebrow when Joe just gave her a ‘yeah okay’ look. “What's with the look?” She asked, taking Xavier back when he reached for her.
“I mean,” He paused and shrugged. “Y’alls breakup tore up a friend group.” Holding his hands up in defense when Janelle narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m just saying we all used to hang out then yall broke up and I hardly see you or Tati anymore.” Janelle rolled her eyes.
“Well, Tatianna is pregnant, so she’s not on the road anymore and I’m on Raw now.”
“Yeah well you would still be on Smackdown if you didn’t ask to get traded.” Janelle rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t ask to be traded”
“That’s not what I heard.” Janelle narrowed her eyes at him. She didn’t understand where people were getting the rumor of her asking to be drafted over to RAW was coming from, but it was pissing her off.
“I’m going to walk away now.” She said, turning her back to him and walking away, not giving him a chance to respond.
“Damn I aint know Janelle was back on Smackdown.” Joe said as he sat down next to Josh in catering. Josh looked over at him.
“Tell me about it, X traded on me as soon as he saw her.” He said picking up his fork to continue eating.
“So how did it feel to see her again?” Joe asked.
“Damn Uce, what you a reporter now?” Joe laughed.
“Nah, I'm just wondering, I know things ended badly between y’all.” Josh nodded his head and swallowed his food before answering.
“Yeah, but I think we’re both over it. It was months ago.” Josh looked at his phone when it beeped with a notification. It was Janelle telling him that Xavier had fallen asleep and she needed somewhen quiet to put him. He told her to meet him at catering so he could take Xavier back to his dressing room.
“I’ll see you later Uce.” Josh said, standing up, throwing his trash away and walking out of catering to wait for Janelle.
“Hey.” Josh turned and smiled at her, taking Xavier’s sleeping body from her.
“Thank you,” He said to her. “For taking Xavier when he wanted to go with you. You didn’t have to take him.” He finished when she arched her eyebrow at him.
“It was no problem.” She said rocking on her heels, when they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. “I’m gonna..” She started pointing behind her.
“He nodded his head. “It was nice to see you Janelle.”
“You too Josh, good luck tonight and tomorrow.” She said before turning around and walking away.
Janelle didn’t see Xavier or Josh for the rest of the show. After meeting with Paul and confirming that she was definitely moving back to the blue brand. She headed to the parking lot stopping when she heard Xavier throwing a tantrum.
“No!.” The 4-year old yelled out. “I wanna go see Nelle.” Josh looked around desperately.
“ I don’t think she’s here anymore X. Come on we can get McDonald’s” Xavier wasn’t trying to hear that though. He started crying and kicking his legs harder. Janelle walked over to them.
“Xavier. What’s wrong?” Xavier broke free from Josh’s grip and ran over to Janelle.
“I wanna stay with you.” He cried into her leg. Janelle felt her heart break, she didn’t know that her and Josh’s breakup had this type of effect on Xavier. Josh crouched down so he was eye level with Xavier.
“Xav, come on we talked about this daddy and Nelle don’t share a room anymore.” Him saying that only caused Xavier to cry harder. He looked up her.
“Help me.” He mouthed to her. She cleared her throat and pried Xavier off of her legs and picked him up.
“Okay. How about your daddy go and get the food and me and you can go back to the hotel and watch movies. I’ll stay until you go to sleep.”
“Promise.” He asked, pouting at her. She nodded.
“I promise..” She looked back at Josh. “You wanna take my rental and I’ll take yours?” He nodded and gave her the keys and his keycard.
“Room 3310, Jon is there.” Janelle groaned and nodded her head putting Xavier into the car seat. “Whatchu want to eat?” He asked her, holding the driver's door open for her. She shrugged.
“You know what I like.” She said before shutting the door and starting the car.” She looked in the rear view mirror at Xavier who was smiling at her and she could help but smile back. Starting the car with a sigh, she started driving to the hotel
Xavier talked her head off the whole journey up to the hotel room. Janelle didn’t mind though. She missed being around him. They finally made it to the room, opening the door Janelle let out a surprised shriek when she saw Jon standing in his underwear.
“Ayo, whatchu doin?!” He yelled as he ran into his room. She laughed and placed Xavier on the couch, crouching down to take off his shoes.
“Do your boxers have frogs on them?” She said laughing when he came out of the room and threw a pillow at her.
“Shut up, my mom gave them to me.” That caused Janelle to laugh even harder. “Why are you here?” He said walking over to his nephew and giving him a pound.
“Me and Xavi having a movie night.” She said untying the laces on her heels and slipping them off her feet. Jon arched an eyebrow and her.
“Just you and X?” He looked over to his nephew who was cuddled up against Janelle. Normally he would be ripping and running around the whole hotel room, tearing shit up. But now he looked so content with just being close to Janelle.
“No Josh too.” He looked over at her. “What? We broke up months ago. I’m over it, I'm pretty sure he’s over it and I’m doing it for Xavier. He had a whole tantrum at the arena.”
“You might be over it, but I know my brother, he aint over it.” Janelle ignored his statement and turned her attention to the cartoon that Xavier was watching.
Josh didn’t immediately pull off from the arena. He sat in the car for a bit. “What the fuck.” He muttered, scrubbing his hand over his face. He 100% wasn’t over their break up. He wasn’t even sure why they broke up. He came home one day to all her stuff packed and placed by the front door, the house keys and car keys on the kitchen counter. He couldn’t even think of reasons why they broke up, they were happy or at least he thought they were happy.
Josh pulled off, driving to the nearest McDonalds, his thoughts shifting to the ring box in his closet.
The sound of someone knocking on the door paused Janelle, Jon and Xavier’s game of hide-and-seek.
“That must be Josh. I have his keycard.” She said walking over and opening the door. She took the drink out of his hand and set them down at the kitchen table. Jon walked over to the bags looking in them. Scoffing when he only sees two meals and a happy meal.
“Man, you knew I was here.” He grumbled going over to the hotel’s restaurant menu and looking at it. “I'm hungry too.” Josh ignored him though. His eyes on Janelle as he watched her help Xavier sit at the table.
“What?” She asked when she turned around and noticed him still standing there, staring at her. He shook his head and mumbled ‘nothing’ before grabbing his food out of the bag and going to sit on the couch with his brother. He looked over at Janelle when she cleared her throat. She nodded her head over to the empty chair next to Xavier.
“What are you doing?” She asked. He sighed and got up from the couch and made his way over to the table. Giving her a look when she started laughing.
Jon watched them with a small smile on his face, hoping that they could talk out their problems and get back together. They were good for each other. He got up and walked into his room, giving them privacy.
After they ate, they went into Josh and Xaviers shared room. Janelle stood awkwardly by the door as Josh helped Xavier into his pajamas.
Josh went into the bathroom to change, leaving Janelle and Xavier.
“Can I sit in the middle of you and daddy?” He asked, already climbing into the bed.
“Of course,” she smiled at him, walking towards the bed, wishing she had a change of clothes. She climbed into the bed next to him, tucking her legs so that her underwear wasn’t showing.
“So what are we watching?” Josh asked as he came back into the room, dressed in some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Janelle looked down and Xavier, who was looking at her already.
“You want me to pick?” He nodded his head and snuggled closer to her.
“Wow this is a lot of pressure.” She said, tickling his sides making him giggle. “Lets watch SpiderMan” Josh nodded and grabbed the remote to turn the movie on.
15 minutes into the movie Xavier was rocked. Janelle looked down when he started to snore and laughed.
“Guess he was sleepy.” She said, sitting up slightly so she wouldn’t wake him up. With Josh’s help she maneuvered him so he was laying on a pillow and not on her. “Well, goodnight.” She said, cracking the door so that the light from the living room wouldn’t wake Xavier.
Josh looked over at Xavier to make sure he was secured and followed Janelle out of the room.
“Wait.” He called out after her. She turned around, leaning against the front door. “Thank you, for coming to be with Xavier, I don’t know how I would’ve calmed him down.” She nodded her head.
“It was no problem, you know I love Xavier.” That caused Josh to scoff. “What was that for?” She said, crossing her arms.
“How you love him, but you abandoned us.” She gasped.
“I didn’t abandon him or you Joshua. We broke up.” He shook his head.
“No, you broke up with me, leaving me and my son heartbroken, that little boy asked about you for months. And what was I supposed to say? Janelle left you just like your mom?!”
“That was uncalled for Josh!” She said, raising her voice slightly. He shrugged.
“Well it's true and I'm not apologizing for it.”
“Joshua, we broke up, I moved out. Was I supposed to still come around?” She asked, frowning. She should’ve known this conversation was going to happen.
“Why did we break up? Why did you move out? Im still fuckin’ confused.” She groaned and rolled her eyes.
“Josh, come on. We argued everyday, we saw each other at work and at home. There was no escape.” He furrowed his eyebrows at her.
“What argument? We had slight disagreements.” She scoffed at that.
“Josh we yelled from the time we woke up til the time we fell asleep.”
“So what, we were going thru a rough patch, but that doesn’t mean you leave me and my son.”
She groaned and threw her head back against the door, “I love Xavier, but I wasn’t ready to be a mom. I felt overwhelmed. There I was playing house with you-” He cut her off.
“Playing house? Seriously?”
“I wasn’t ready for that lifestyle! And then you kept talking about how good of a mom I was to X and how you couldn’t wait until we had kids of our own.” She was growing frustrated with him. Why couldn't he see where she was coming from. She was young and wanted to have fun. Did he understand the sacrifices she made for him and his son?
“That's how people who love each other and want to spend the rest of their lives together talk, Janelle!”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore Josh. I just wanna go to sleep.” She said as she opened the door.
“Go ahead, run away like you always do.” She sighed and let the door close behind her, she wasn’t lying when she said she loved Xavier, she really did. And she wasn’t lying when she said that she wasn’t ready to be a mom.
When she started dating Josh, she knew he had a son but she didn’t know he was a full time dad. Xavier would stay with Josh’s mom when he was on the road but all that changed when Xavier met Janelle, he didn’t want to leave her side. So Xavier started coming on the road with them and wherever Janelle went so did he. He would sit on the equipment boxes behind the camera, while she did her interviews. It got to the point where she was missing out on social events to stay with Josh and Xavier.
She wiped tears from her eyes as she got on the elevator and pressed the button to her floor.
Hopefully this will only be 2 parts. Enjoyy ❤️
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Can we get ex-barracksbunny Simon from your TikTok to finally give Johnny that one chance to treat him so good?
It would be criminal to not answer this lmao. In my brain, this is og soapghost but y’all can view it how you want
Ghost sighed softly as Soap started up again.
“Come on, LT. Bet I can treat you better than anyone else.” Soap sounded so confident. Ghost was well aware the only reason he kept pushing is because Ghost hadn’t actually said no. If he did, Soap would stop.
“Don’t think you can MacTavish.”
“You two aren’t on a private line.” Gaz cut in. “Just thought I’d say that.”
“Fuck off, Gaz. Simon, you could at least check for yerself?”
Ghost could hear Price taking a deep breath to scold Soap on how what he was doing was borderline sexual harassment.
“Alright. You act good on this mission, I’ll give you a chance.”
Price started coughing, choking on his words.
Soap very slowly, accent thick as honey, “What sir?”
“Don’t get coy now. We’ll talk later. But only if this mission is handled well with no injuries.”
Soap was a goddamn angel. Every order executed with precision.
Price looked so mad about it.
After their debrief, Ghost went to his room, planning on a shower. He noticed his shadow quickly.
“Johnny. You’re taking me to dinner first. Tomorrow. Unfortunately for you, I’ve gotten slightly higher standards.”
“I get to have dinner with you?” Soap followed him, looking at him like he hung the stars. Ghost rolled his eyes.
“Johnny, I’m already going to sleep with you. Now fuck off.” He hit the back of his head. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”
“Will you be taking the mask off?”
“You’ll find out.” Ghost closed the door.
In all honesty, Johnny’s simp behavior had zero to do with Ghost saying yes. It had been four years since he got laid. After getting captured and... everything that came with it, he just hadn’t wanted to.
His therapist had suggested two days ago that he was touch starved. Normally, he’d brush it off as dumb as hell, but he matched all the symptoms. He was pretty sure she hadn’t meant have sex with the nearest person, but casual touch didn’t seem like enough.
In his past, he slept around a bunch. It had felt nice. Gave him connection. Was a lot easier than trying to fumble through conversation.
Who knows. Maybe Soap would be good. At the very least, they’d be pressed against each other for a few minutes. Hopefully Soap had some stamina.
He texted him. “Dress up nice and pick the place.”
“You got it, LT. Just keep looking pretty.”
Bitch.
Ghost did dress up nice though. As nice as he could. Plain black shirt, nicer black trousers, his ski mask.
Soap had flowers when he opened the door. Carnations.
Ghost stared at them for a second before taking them and setting them on his desk. “Thank you.”
Soap smiled at him and walked with him, immediately talking like it was any other day. Ghost was actually pretty thankful for it, even though he didn’t admit. They were pretending they were just hanging out. Like normal.
Soap had picked a pretty nice place, catching Ghost off guard. “One check, please.” He told them ahead of time. Ghost tilted his head but let it go.
“So why did you want to have dinner first? Not that I’m complaining.” Soap said the second part quickly, hands going up.
“I didn’t want it to feel like a cheap one night stand afterwards.” Ghost glanced at him. “I have to work with you. I’d like to be able to pretend I respect you in the morning.” He was teasing, moving closer. “Do you mind that much?”
“No. I like that I’m getting to spend time with you.” Soap smiled at him.
Bastard.
Simon felt stupid butterflies in his stomach. He squashed them.
When the food came, he lifted his mask up only slightly. Soap openly stared at him. His eyes traced every feature he could see.
Ghost started eating a bit quicker. He didn’t normally like being observed but something about the way Soap stared at him made him feel particularly weak.
Soap smiled softly at him and they kept talking.
It wasn’t until much later that Soap made a comment about the thing.
“So... You really let them call you Pretty Boy Riley?”
Ghost blushed and unfortunately Soap could see it this time. “Yes. I did for a while... When I first joined the military, it was my first time away from my family. It was... I had never really got a chance to be out and then suddenly I was not only out but surrounded by a bunch of men who were interested. It’s why I slept around so much.”
Soap smiled at him, seeming genuinely interested. “Makes sense. I came out in secondary school. It was a bit different then.”
Ghost hummed. “Hard to imagine you as a teen.”
“I was a football player too. If you can imagine.” Soap laughed, taking another drink. They’d both went nonalcoholic for today. Probably a smart choice. “I bet you were a theater kid.”
“Nope. In a band.” Ghost laughed. “I was the bassist.”
“No fucking way. Still play?”
“Haven’t tried it in years, but I could always try to pick up again.” It had been fun. “We were awful before you ask. My brother was the singer. He had my dad’s voice.”
“Wasn’t your dad in a band?”
“As a drummer.”
Soap laughed immediately and paid. He drove them since he “didn’t trust Ghost behind the wheel” for some reason. Ghost didn’t really like driving so he rolled with it, enjoying getting to sit passenger.
Soap’s hand fell on his thighs and he stared, a little taken back. Ghost was ushered into Soap’s room.
He expected there to be an awkward pause. For Soap to realize what he was doing, but then he was lifting Ghost’s masks up to just above his nose and kissing him hard. His hands were on Ghost’s hips, backing him up.
“Simon. Can I take the mask off?”
His mouth was too dry to form words so he just nodded. Soap pulled it off of him.
“I see why they called you pretty.”
“I’m sure the scars are pretty ghastly. Try not to look at them myself.”
“Still a bonnie even with them, Si. Always will be.” Soap pressed his hands against his chest and Ghost fell willingly, hitting the bed. Luckily it was one of the nicer ones.
Soap’s mouth was on his neck before he could really think, pinning him down.
“Told you, Lt. Best you’ve ever had.”
“Cocky.” Ghost spat out but it ended up more of a whine thanks to Soap tugging his hair. They undressed each other in record timing and Soap just wouldn’t stop kissing him, holding his face with his hands running all over him.
Soap pulled away. “Are you okay if I...” His hands slid between Ghost’s thighs, being... gentle.
Ghost stared at him, finding it a little hard to breath. “Yes. Keep going.”
Soap nodded and reached under his pillows to grab a bottle of lube. It was half empty and Ghost shoved down any feelings that gave him. He watched him coat his fingers before gently pushing his first finger into him.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Been a while.” Ghost hummed, feeling his face flush. “Should’ve prepped beforehand...”
“Nah, I like this part.” Soap grinned at him and started to kiss along his jaw. “I’ll return the favor later, yeah?”
“Who says we’re doing this again?”
“I’m sure you can handle a couple of rounds tonight, right?” Soap kissed him and Ghost relaxed, letting him fit another. The stretch was... fuck it was great. Their chests were pressed together and all he could think about was how warm Soap was.
Ghost groaned at the third one and he felt Soap’s tongue lick its way into his mouth. He grabbed the headboard, panting.
“Okay, enough. Come on, show me a good time, Sergeant.”
“That an order?” Soap teased as he pulled away. He was still being gentle as he moved him around, lining up. He reached up and grabbed Ghost’s hand. “Just squeeze if you need a break, okay?”
Ghost nodded, though he thought it was a bit silly, and held his hand tighter. Soap leaned over him so their lips were almost touching as he pushed in.
Ghost groaned before whimpering. Soap paused, looking stunned he managed to get that sound out of him.
“I swear to God Johnny, keep moving.”
Soap immediately started to push in again as he marked up Ghost’s neck and his shoulders. “How did you hide the hickeys?”
“Never let them make them. You’re special.” Ghost grabbed Soap’s hair and tugged him back down when he went to pull away. “Keep making them.”
Soap bit him hard and thrust into him, Ghost scrambling at his shoulders with his free hand. He adjusted them slightly and slammed into again, making Ghost whine. Ghost was just about to say some sharp retort when Soap found it, hitting his sweet spot hard.
Ghost saw stars, moaning softly. He squeezed Soap’s hand hard to ground himself and almost beat the man when he paused.
“Please.”
Soap didn’t need anymore than that. He started to thrust in hard, hitting the spot over and over again. Ghost’s legs went around his hips as he moved, kissing Ghost every chance he got.
“Johnny.”
“I got you Simon. What do you need?”
“Just keep doing this.” Simon bit Johnny’s lower lip and made eye contact with him. His hips continued to snap right into Ghost’s who was loving the treatment. Soap’s chest was also very nice to stare at and he got to run his hand over it, feeling the hard muscles under soft skin.
Before long, Ghost couldn’t seem to shut up. Moaning and whimpering as Soap hit that spot over and over again. He kept his eyes closed and felt his legs start to shake. A pressure was building his core and he knew he was going to have to take Soap up on the multiple rounds because he didn’t want this to end yet.
Soap noticed. No clue how, but the fucker knew and he sped up. His hand bruised Ghost’s hips and he purred when Ghost scratched down his back. It was all so much. Too much. The skin to skin contact made him feel half insane already.
Ghost pulled him down for a kiss and came, squeezing Soap’s hands so hard he thought he’d hurt him. He shuddered and buried his face in Soap’s neck, feeling warmth spread through him as Soap came too.
“Sorry, i should’ve worn a condom or asked or..” Ghost shut him up by kissing him.
“Not the best but you’re up there. Your technique needs work.” Ghost flopped back. “You’re a quick learner. I’m sure you can figure it out with experience.”
“Experience? So we are doing this again.”
“If you want...”
“Knew you like me LT.”
#Johnny Soap Mactavish#Simon Ghost Riley#Soap Cod#Ghost COD#Soapghost#Ghostsoap#Soap x Ghost#Ghost x Soap#Macriley#Call of Duty#Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2#bottom ghost
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The Kansas City Couple Pt 3
A/N: I can't even believe I finished them. The end is a little rushed but I hope you like it.
Warnings: language (when is there not)
Word Count: 1739 (I'm sorry jk I'm not)
Interviewer: I promise we are not trying to bore you with episodes that are only us asking Y/N and Travis questions. So today is going to be us following the couple through a regular training camp day. So we will start at the Kelce household in Kansas City and follow Y/N as she gets ready and goes to the camp. And then we will follow the couple at the actual camp. So here is your favorite couple.
Y/N walked around the house. The house was a mess like normal. “So right now I am just getting as much ready as possible before we leave. Donna, Travis’s mom, should be here soon. She stayed at a hotel last night. She hasn’t been to a training camp day in a couple of years so she is pretty excited. Practice starts at 9:30. It's 7 now. It's a 40 minute drive so I probably should have been getting ready like 20 minutes ago. I’m expecting Travis to call me soon though so y’all can get that on film.” Ring RIng. “It’s travis.”
“Hi baby, what are you doing?” “Oh I am just getting ready to go down for breakfast. Just wanted to say good morning. What time do you plan on getting here?” “I plan to leave here at like 8:15-8:30 so I have time to get a spot and to hopefully see some fans.” “Ok, I love you baby.” “Love you Trav, I see you in like an hour and a half.” (Hangs up)
“So Travis has no idea that his mom is coming today. Which is why she stayed in a hotel, cause it would have been weird if Travis called me and I was trying not to have Donna in the camera.” Y/N walked upstairs to the couple’s shared bedroom. “So right now I’m gonna get dressed, do hair and make up. And just wait for Donna to get here and then we’ll leave. We will head to campus and hopefully be able to see Travis before he has to go out for practice. Then we will watch practice and then eat lunch with Trav. And then watch the second half of practice. And then he is coming home tonight because they don’t have practice tomorrow.”
Y/N got dressed into her 87 jersey. She got on some black biker shorts, and her signature white cowboy boots. The doorbell rang. Y/N walked downstairs to the front door. She opened the door and there was Donna Kelce in her signature look. Her split jersey. She was gonna wear her regular Travis jersey but she is flying to Philadelphia tomorrow night for Jason’s training camp and didn’t want to pack two jerseys.
“Hi Y/N,” Donna said. “Hi Donna, how was your flight yesterday?” Y/N responded. “Oh it was good. Does he know?” “No, Travis has no idea. He called me this morning and I told him I would be leaving here at 8:15 so we could see each other. But he doesn’t know I am leaving early so he can see his mom.” “I’m so excited to see him.” “Did you see he brought the mustache back?” “Yeah, I saw that on the Chief’s Instagram.How do you feel about it?” “It’s unique.” They both started laughing. “So you don’t like it,” Donna said. “No,I like it. I was just hoping it would stay in the past. I don’t think we need it to come back every year. But it does make him look hot.”
The two finished getting ready to go. Y/N packed her backpack full of things Travis said he needed her to bring. The two walked out of the door at 8:05. They estimated that they would get to campus at 8:45.
Donna and Y/N finally made it to campus at exactly 8:50. In all the time that Donna has gone to training camp she hasn’t been able to see Travis prior to the start of practice. Y/N pulled up to the security guard and showed her badge that could get her into the dorms. Once parked, the two got out of the car and headed into the building. Y/N hadn’t been to see Travis yet. To keep the surprise, she told Pat the night before when she asked for his room number.
Y/N led Donna to Travis’s room. This would be the first time since the Super Bowl that Travis and Donna are seeing each other. Y/N knocked on the door while Donna hid around the corner. Travis opened the door. He immediately picked Y/N up and hugged her. They kissed each other like they haven’t seen each other in months. They broke away from each other and Travis looked into Y/N’s eyes, sensing she needed to tell him something. “I have a surprise for you, actually two,” Y/N said. “What?” Travis responded. Y/N walked over to the doorway and waved to Donna to come in. “Mama,” Travis yelled. The two embraced in a huge hug. “Oh my gosh. What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Jason’s today,” Travis said. “No, I’m going there on Friday,” Donna said. Travis looked at Y/N. “Wait, what is the other surprise?” he asked. “Ok, it is for the both of you. I’m pregnant!” Travis picked up Y/N and spun her around. “Are you serious right now baby?” he asked her. “100% positive!” Travis finally set Y/N down and they turned to look at Donna. She was crying. Donna walked over to Y/N and embraced her in a hug. “I’m so excited for you two.” Travis hugged his mom next. “Thank you mom.” “I’m gonna head down and get us a spot. I’ll let you two talk for a bit,” Donna said as she gave Travis another hug and walked out of the room.
“I’m so fucking excited right now. When do you find out? How far along are you?” “13 weeks ish. I found out like a month ago. I just didn’t want to tell you then. I haven’t told Pat or Jason yet so you can tell them.” “Oh my god! I’m gonna go tell Pat now. Wait, I'll tell him in a bit. I need some time with you.” Travis led Y/N over to his bed and sat down with her. “Trav no. You need to go get ready, we don't have time for this.” “No, we do. You just told me the best news of my life. I need a second with my wife to celebrate. At least to talk.” “What do we need to talk about that can’t wait until this evening?” “When are you due?” “Oh that is something we need to talk about. Um I’m due on February 14.” “What?” “Yeah, so idk what the plan is if you make it to the super bowl, because I’ll be due 3 days after.” Y/N started to tear up. “Hey it’ll be ok. We will focus on that at a later date.” “Ok, but you really need to get ready. I can’t have Andy yelling at me cause his best receiver is late to practice. So get ready and I’ll see you in a bit.” With that Y/N gave Travis a kiss before heading out of his room and back out the building.
Y/N found Donna almost immediately in the Family Tent. After 15 minutes, all the players came out. Travis found Y/N immediately. He immediately ran over to her and gave her a kiss. Patrick came over soon after that. “I’m so happy for you, Travis just told me,” he said. “Awe, thank you Pat,” Patrick ran off to join the rest of the team.
Practice was going well other than a small fight between Travis and another teammate. The other player hit Travis’s head a little too late. The players were supposed to avoid hitting heads anyway. Travis threw a couple of punches but nothing severe.
Practice wasn’t super exciting other than that and ended pretty quickly. Coach Andy Reid decided to call the second half of practice off. He liked to give the players as much time off as possible and decided they didn’t need to practice the second half of the day. Travis walked towards Y/N and Donna. He could immediately tell that Y/N was disappointed. Y/N never liked when Travis got in a little fist fight but she was even more upset because it happened with a) his own player and b) at training camp. As Travis got closer you and Donna walked to the fence (if you don’t know what I am talking about: there is a fence to section off where the field starts. So where the family members and fans can’t cross). Donna and Travis hugged. Donna told Travis she was proud of him. Then Travis looked at Y/N. “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so frustrated. But we have been dropping passes like crazy, delaying hits all day. I just got fed up with it,” he said pulling Y/N in for a hug. “I understand that you got frustrated. But Travis you are supposed to be a role model for rookies. You can’t just start throwing punches. Thi us our 11th season. You better than anyone what you can get fined for in a game. Fighting during training camp can cause bad habits.” Travis nodded his head and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll meet you at the car ok?” he asked. “Sounds good. I love you,” Y/N responded. “Love you too baby.”
Travis made it to the car about 30 minutes later. Y/N was in the passenger seat with Donna in the back. Travis got into the driver's seat. “So my favorite ladies, where are we going to lunch?”he asked them. “Hmm, I picked last week. We should let your mom pick. Donna, where should we eat?” Y/N asked. “How about that barbeque place you guys love so much?” Donna said. “Fuck yeah, we can go to joes,” Travis immediately got excited.
Interviewer: That is all for your favorite NFL couple. Come back soon for the first preseason game of the season. Could’ve kept filming but we would be here all night.
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Late Night Subway
(Grayson x Fem Reader)
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Hey y’all out there! Am happy it’s a nice and cold day jeez. I want to let you know that I’m glad that I am able to make more and finding more people reading my stuff, including lesbians which is amazing 💜 I want to say thank you for loving my stuff.🤭
Enjoy reading this for today and be doing more hopefully next week since I’m off for break yay!
Gloomy night in Piltover city, their was finally an underground train station that was made for people to get back to their usual home. And one of them is you actually. A lot of folks was already home in their cozy bed, while you just got out of work and you were pretty much the only one there. The subway was dark and green, which showed in the atmosphere. Some of the lights were flickering and some weren’t but dim. The air was musty, thinking none of the workers ever cleaned down there. It felt like you were in Zaun already but weren’t. You just got off from late night working at the main area of the library in Piltover, wanted to go home so so bad. You sat on the bench waiting for the train to arrive….hopefully. This place felt unfamiliar like it wasn’t suppose to be this awful compared what it looked before. All cleaned and perfection. It would be packed everywhere during the day. Maybe this night wasn’t the right time to get pick up. It was now 10pm. You had this deep thought if someone was watching you in the shadow as you kept looking back and forth. Just in a few moments later, you heard someone approaching you. “Sorry to startled you, miss but it seems that no one should be here at this time of night. Where are you heading to at this hour?” The sheriff says coming from behind. “Um home.” You thought for a second it was a creep asking you for something, until you realize enforcers do check on others who are still around this subway area. And she was one of them. “Oh thank goodness I wasn’t the only one here, I was scare for a second.” You took a deep breath from all the anxiety you had. “Dont worry ma’am. It’s my honor and job to protect any citizens of Piltover. May I ask what’s your name, dear?” The big women says. She was pretty much taller and look pretty strong comparing to your size XD Which made you not focus on her question but her whole body figure, til you shake your head.
“Oh uh it’s y/n.” The sheriff smile in pleased. “Y/n, how lovely. I’m Grayson. As you might’ve guessed already that I’m an enforcer in case anything happened here. That’s why I came to make sure everyone gets home safely.” You form a small smile and blush appear on your cheeks. “That’s very nice of you, Sheriff Grayson. I do need to get home actually. I was just afraid something might’ve happened to me. But thanks to you,” you said. “It’s no problem, ma’am. It’s my duty to ensure city of Piltover is safe. Since I’m here, may I walk you home and make sure you arrived there safely?” Grayson says offering her hand at you. You nod, smiling as you hold her hand. “That’ll be lovely, Sheriff.” Grayson offered your hand, gesturing to walk with her as you two saw the train finally arrives. “Follow me. I’ll find us a seat somewhere.” You two walk in and sat at the farthest back corner near the window. The train begin moving on towards the tunnels. While looking through the window, you look back at Grayson, seeing her as she makes sure everything was okay during the train. She saw you look up at her, which made her chuckle and wink at you, as a way of flirting at you. You couldn’t help but lift the palm to your mouth as you turn completely red looking slightly away from her. Oh god.
Later on, Grayson sigh, sitting down next to you. You two talked for a little while to the point, you felt your eyes tired. Letting out a yawn, you tried to stay up but couldn’t. Grayson glance at you. “You seem tired, y/n. Why don’t you lean your head on my shoulder.” You look at her twice, while blinking to stay more focus. “Wha-Really? Your such a sweetheart, Grayson.” You nod at her sweet advice and lay on the side. The sheriff lets out a small hum, flustered by your nice words. Throughout the train, you two were in complete silence. An hour later, train finally stop for your destination. You didn’t know Grayson would do such a thing, which was carrying you in a bridal style, while getting off. It caught you off guard being in this sort of situation. You didn’t say anything but just let it happened. Towards home, you thank Grayson keeping you safe and warm around her. You actually wanted to do more of this with her. So you gave her your phone number in case. You gave Grayson a hug, not wanting to let her go for tonight, but didn’t wanna make things too awkward, so you pull back. “Thanks for bringing me home. Hope to see you another day. Stay safe out there, Sheriff and gets some sleep. Goodnight.” You smile waving at her, but startled when she let you go inside as a way for respect. “Me too, y/n. Me too. Have a goodnight, dear.” Grayson says before walking out and watching the night sky, thinking about you, with a warm innocent smile linger on her face.
“She does like me. Just as much I like her too.”
The end
🥺aww me next Grayson pls
#arcane#arcane fandom#arcane grayson#enforcer grayson#enforcer grayson x female reader#grayson x reader#grayson x you#sheriff grayson#fanfic#arcane fanfiction#arcane fanfic#fem reader#arcane milfs
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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 6
chapter 10:
1. “The first thing Regulus notices is the sun.” jesus christ, first line of the chapter. of course he notices the sun first. of course.
2. oh shit, it’s the crimson river. shit. fuck. damn. i didn’t expect to get the fic title so early on. holy shit
3. holy shit. this. this is like the inferi. i just. wow. i- oh shit
4. EVAN fuck yeah!! lets go
5. if i wasn’t 100% positive that james would survive, then i’d say his generosity would be the death of him. but vanity is gonna be the rue of crimson rivers, isn’t she?
6. PETER!!!! shit. i love him. he’s gonna have to die too, isn’t he? if it’s not already known to y’all, peter is one of my favorite marauders
7. “”Don't pretend you can't climb; I've seen James, he's taller, and you're not going to tell me you're not climbing him, are you?"” PFFFT OMG EVAN BABES, NO HESITATION TO SAY WHAT YOU MEAN, HUH?
8. reg thinking that evan is mental is so real. babes, he’d love your bestie. of course he’s mental. of course you two get along
9. “lover boy” “poor lamb” evans nicknames for reg >>>>>>>>>>>
10. 😟 they’re gonna propel themselves across the blood river with a VINE??? bitch, they ain’t gonna survive this
11. damn reg made it across. i know i shouldn’t be surprised but damn
12. :/ none of the death eaters having died yet is gonna be an issue, isn’t it?
13. reg has his daggers. i swear that this is gonna turn james on at some ridiculous point
14. reg grabs a hatchet for james 🥰🥰
15. 😧 EVAN BABY NO RUN
16. 😒 i read the authors notes and found out the game makers broke the branch. they can suck my metaphorical dick
chapter 11:
1. the huge list of warnings at the start of every chapter takes me out. cause i know this fic is deep and dark- yet seeing all those surprise me 😭😭😭
2. awww, vanity is marlene’s district. marlene has been knew that vanity was gonna die. all these babies in here.
3. i wanna know the five who died and make sure evan is not one of them. and i want vanity to make it through the night. i want all of them to live. i’m too soft for this fic
4. 😧 the river froze over. shit no wait shit no
5. oh wait. i knew it meant the death eaters could get across, but i forgot it meant that reg could also bolt out 😭😭 i don’t think things through
6. 😟 reg made his first kill. (and hopefully his last and he’s gonna leave the arena with no trauma 🥰✨☺️)
7. they sounded the trumpets and announced those who died. i am not okay. i am in fact crying
8. “[Sirius] never did really catch his breath after that, and he doesn't think he's breathed the same since.” i- god. these children. poor poor children
9. i like canon slughorn, but do not like crimson rivers slughorn. why the fuck did he design this arena?? fuck him
10. god, sirius, please don’t get caught back up in your drinking habits
11. good for remus standing up for himself to sirius about his drinking habits. remus my beloved
12. 😳 remus that’s a little horny of you
13. remus and sirius would kill for one another. james and reg would die for one another. i’m calling that theme right now.
14. “”Oh, and when I said I wanted to murder for you, you looked like you wanted to eat me, and then you weren't even ashamed of responding like that. Actually, you scolded me, like I should have known that would rile you up instead of frighten you.”” jesus, the two of them are so fucking horny for each other.
15. god, i love the ways regulus has subtly showed he’s cared about sirius in the deepest ways
16. awwww sirius and remus are hugging. they deserve a moment of peace
#well this took me the fuck out#marauders#fanfic#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#remus lupin#sirius and regulus#sirius black#wolfstar#crimson rivers#evan rosier
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thor as your s/o headcanons!!
type of writing: headcanons / scenario
word count: 560
request: yes / no
original request: heyy! idk if you write abt thor, but if you’re willing would you be able to do just some generic headcanons about being his s/o <3
dynamic: thor odinson x reader
characters: reader, thor odinson
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thor is the sweetest ever
and when i say ever i mean EVER
i’d say he would be the type to make you breakfast every morning
like very stereotypical movie rom-com romantic
he’s always really enthusiastic
thor is totally willing to try anything like any time you go on a date you do something different
once you went rock climbing
idk why that’s just what i thought of HAH
he didn’t really like it though because the rocks were all “too small and too slippery”
so he just sat on the side the rest of the time to cheer you on
OO AND ONCE YOU WENT BOWLING
and well…
thor doesn’t always know his own strength
so he chucks the ball super easily
and sometimes it’ll go in other people’s lanes
but usually they don’t mind because it’s a strike anyway
he also insists on playing with the bumpers up
i feel like he would bring you home anything that looks interesting
and he always wraps the things up in wrapping paper
and y’all
that man fr can wrap a gift
they always look immaculate
here’s how it goes
so you’ll come home and he’ll already be at the door
and he always has this little smile
this like mischievous yet pure smile
and a sparkle in his eye
when i say sparkle i mean like a sparkle fr he’s adorable
anyways he’ll always have his hands behind his back
and he’ll say
“ close your eyes and hold out your hands!! “
and you’ll just grin bc you know what’s coming ofc
but once you open it the thing could be anything from a cake to a lampshade
yes you read that right
a lampshade
he just thought it looked pretty !!!!!
and so it reminded him of you :)
awwwwwwwww
omg thor is a blanket hog
that’s just facts
like you’ll be on the couch watching something & you’ll feel the blanket start to move slightly
and then more
and then more
and you’ll say something
AND HE LITERALLY PRETENDS TO BE ASLEEP
so you just let him have it
he also calls you a lot
like a lot a lot
he leaves messages
just to tell you little things
“ hey, y/n!! look outside!! there’s a rainbow!! goodbye!!”
“ hello y/n. there’s a big threat to the universe right now so i will be home late for dinner. i am so sorry! goodbye!!”
“ y/n!!! it’s me, thor! i think we should consider getting a young dog. i believe it would be fun!! goodbye!!”
i also think he would discover emojis later than everyone else
and so he thinks they’re really cool
ummmm he also buys you a lot of matching stuff
like keychains & hats & shirts
it’s so cute
OH
i also think he likes to sing to you
guys ik it’s cheesy BUT
he actually has a really nice voice.
he really likes frank sinatra & ella fitzgerald & that era of music
but also the man can whip out some mean rihanna if he wants to!!
like i said before he’s just the sweetest
ok last thing
yk when it’s dark & you have clothes in the corner of your room and you think it’s a monster
he thinks that a lot
like he’ll just yell in the middle of the night
& he makes you investigate it LMAO
IDK HE’S JUST THE BEST
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#thor headcanons#thor#thor odinson#thor odinson headcanons#marvel#marvel headcanons#mcu#mcu headcanons#thor odinson x reader#thor x reader
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According to popular vote, here’s the huskerdust y’all asked for! This turned out way more angsty than I expected lol, but don’t worry, there’s plenty of comfort too.
Not a performance
He should be excited right now. He should be full of eager anticipation. But despite what he “should” be feeling, Husk finds his ears drooping.
“Husk, baby, are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” he says, a slight growl in his voice. But Angel hasn’t missed the way Husk isn’t quite meeting his eyes.
“Husk, we don’t have to do this right now. Your consent matters. It’s not like being stuck in one of Val’s shoots.”Husk winces, and Angel instantly regrets the comparison.
“That’s just it! You’re a professional, and I’m just a… an old, washed-up ex-overlord. How the fuck could I ever be good enough for someone like you?”
Angel cups Husk’s face in his hands - he almost uses his other arms to hug Husk, but reconsiders as he’s not sure how much Husk really wants intimacy right now. “Husk, look at me. I want you. Not some fancy schmancy professional porn star. I get enough of that at work. That’s a performance. This is not about performing, it’s about being real with someone I care about…” He pulled back a moment. “Husk, are you… crying?”
“I’m fine,” Husk repeated, sniffling.
“Hey, remember that part I just said about being real? I don’t want you to perform for me. How are you feeling?”
“I…” the cat rubs his eyes that have been insistently watering. “Okay, fine. I feel like shit. Happy now?”
“Happy that you’re opening up? Yes. Happy that you feel like shit? Definitely not. I’m here for you, whatever you need.” He opens his arms for a hug, and Husk practically collapses in, desperate for the affection. There’s a brief moment of peaceful silence as Angel feels Husk’s breath warm on his neck.
The breaths get more frequent and shallow, until Husk finally pulls away and turns to the side. “Huh’RRRSCHH! Ugh, sorry. As if I didn’t feel disgusting enough.”
“Oh, so when you said you felt like shit, you meant…”
“I meant a lot of things. But yeah, I’m fuckigd sigk.” He frowns at the sudden congestion. “Oh thad’s jusd woderful.” Angel hands him a tissue and he lets out a long, gurgling blow. “Thanks. Hopefully that will help for a while.”
Angel nods. “How long have you been feeling like this for?”
“Ugh, the brain’s a little foggy right now so it’s hard to say. Actually, now that I think about it, my throat was a little sore last night so I downed a bunch of whiskey. And I thought it was just a hangover when I woke up with a headache, but I guess I have been sneezing a lot too.”
“You poor thing,” Angel says softly, stroking Husk’s fur. Husk flinches at the touch, then immediately softens. Angel pulls his hand away as soon as he registers the reaction. “Husk, are you okay? Do you need me to stop touching you for a bit? Do you need me to leave and give you some space?” The words tumble out so fast it feels like he’s about to trip on his own tongue.
Husk’s pupils dilate and he freezes. “Don’t go. Please don’t leave me. I need you to stay.” The water that’s been welling up in his eyes turns to full fledged tears.
“I’m not going anywhere, Kitty. I’m right here.” Angel takes a deep breath. He’s never seen Husk anywhere near this vulnerable - it’s an honor but at the same time it’s a little terrifying. What the fuck is going on? “You don’t have to say anything, but I’m ready to listen if you wanna talk. And either way I’m staying here with you.” He tries to look into Husk’s eyes, but the cat is already turned away.
“Het’HRRRRR’tschhh! Fuck. I don’t need this.” Angel’s eyes start to get watery too. “I don’t mean you, Angel. I need you. It’s just this… shitty ass cold that’s making everything suck more.”
Angel nods, tears receding. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so awful, Husk.” He reaches a hand forward and then freezes awkwardly before he gets to Husk. Damn reflexes! He just saw the man flinch, that is not the time to be touching unprompted.
Husk takes Angel’s hand and guides it gently to his back, guiding him through the motions of stroking before letting go. “I do want to be touched, Angel, I just… freaked out for a moment there. I guess some part of me still feels like I don’t deserve you.” Angel starts to open his mouth. “And I know what you’re gonna say. And I’m trying to believe you. But the feelings are just taking some time to catch up. And this… this…” he breaks out into a coughing fit while Angel rubs his back. “This ain’t helping.” Angel stops rubbing, and Husk facepalms and moves Angel’s hand back to where it was. “Sorry, I’m shit at communicating today apparently. You’re doing great. My immune system is not. I hate being sick.” He rubs at his eyes again, growling.
“Um, Husk?”
“What?” He asks, a little too snappily, his ears flattended to the back of his head. Angel flinches, and Husk’s ears droop. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. What did you wanna say?”
“It’s just that your eyes are, well… I don’t think I’ve seen them that red before, and the fur looks a little… I don’t know. It just looks different somehow and I’m pretty sure that’s not typical cold symptoms.”
Husk frowns. “Oh.” The frown abruptly deepens. “Oh shit.”
“Husk, are you alright?” Angel asks shakily, fighting to keep his voice from rising a few octaves.
Husk buries his face deep in Angel’s neck and takes a long sniff, then pulls back before Angel can wrap him in a hug. The effect is immediate. “HRSSCH! HTTTTTSCH! HRRRRRASCHU! Tchh! Tssssch! Itschhh! Hattttsch! HRRRRRRSCHHH’OOO!” The fit continues for several minutes, with barely any space for Husk to breathe. Angel keeps passing him tissue after tissue, holding them up to Husk’s face when he realizes his partner is too incapacitated to hold the tissues himself. Eventually, the sneezes subside and Husk catches his breath. He looks like he’s about to collapse.
“Fucking hell, Husk, do you wanna tell me what just happened there?”
“Okay so maybe pressing my face directly into a suspected allergen wasn’t the smartest plan.”
“You don’t say! Please just use your words next time, babe.” Angel paused for a moment. “Wait, what allergen?”
“It’s the… snfff, ugh. The perfume. Why do you even have perfume on anyway?”
Angel sighs. “Another one of Valentino’s dumb ideas. He says it’s needed to ‘set the mood’, despite the fact that nobody can smell through the TV screen. Although, Vox does like updating technology, maybe he’ll figure it out at some point.” Another sneeze from Husk startles him out of his musings. “Right, the allergies, sorry. If I had known it would be a problem, I woulda…”
Husk puts his hand on Angel’s arm. “You didn’t know. It’s not your fault. You’ve been doing great. Honestly, I’m just… I didn’t even know if I could feel anymore after all I’ve been through, but you made me want to feel. And you’ve been with me through all the confusion and shittiness that’s included in figuring out how to feel again. I… thank you.” Wait, were those real tears now? Shit.
Angel nodded. “Of course. Anything for you, Husk.” He stands up. “Speaking of which, how about I take a shower to clear all of… this off? And then we can cuddle up and watch something. Maybe a sappy romcom, or some kinda action thriller - depends on whether you wanna lean into your emotions or take a break from them, I guess. Either way is fine with me. We’ve got plenty of time.”
Husk nods. Angel starts to walk to the shower. “Wait!”
“What’s up?”
“I, uh… can I come with you? To the shower? I just still don’t wanna be alone right now.”
“Husk, I’m going to wash off the perfume. You’ll be sneezing your poor head off!”
“Yeah, but I’ll be with you.” Husk blushes, realizing just how sappy that sounded. “And also steam is good for, uh, congestion. I am still sick, you know,” he adds, punctuating with a series of coughs.
Angel chuckles. “Alright then, just try not to pass out. But if you do, I’ll be there to catch you.”
Husk wraps Angel tight in a fierce hug, too overwhelmed for words. Of course, that hug means he once again has his face pressed in Angel’s neck. “Oops…”
#snezbin hotel#my snezfic#i also worked in so many tropes I love#intentional allergen exposure to ‘test’ the allergy#catching someone else’s sneezes#confusing allergic tears with emotional tears#this was a lot of fun to write so I hope y’all like reading it as much as I liked writing it
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Hello, i’m ranting again but ffs Army are infuriating i simply cannot.. I’m making this post for my queer people but also for my non-queer people but who support the LGBTQ community. Again sometimes i’m really bad with words, i really don’t know how to put shit out there correctly but please bear with me.
So i’ve been on tiktok and that lovely girlie’s video popped up on my fyp (the same girlie i posted yesterday), basically the caption on the video was “Me watching homophobic “armys” throwing a fit bc queer armys find comfort in Jimin’s queercoded lyrics”, me being me i checked the comments and i come across shit like this
The way people are so very against any of BTS members being anything but straight and like to throw the “don’t assume” stupid comment, that “they never came out” “they never said it themselves” yada yada, bitch do you even know what queer coded means? Do you know what a code means to begin with?
People seem to forget that these men are in an environment that doesn’t allow them to just “come out” they can’t just fucking shout to the world that they’re fucking gay Patricia!
It’s the fact that Jimin has been dropping hints here and there to HOPEFULLY people can understand, can get the fucking message, but people are still out there wanting him to just say it as it is, they don’t understand the effort it take to fucking come out in a homophobic country in a God forsaken industry with entitled fans who can’t accept idols being non-hetero.
It’s like people are trying their best to break Jimin’s effort in trying to “set himself free” as he fucking just said from all this bullshit, from holding back, from “HIDING” bitch he literally said that wtf do you think he’s hiding from? The monster under his bed? The muffin man in his closet? Wake the fuck up! You’re stanning a man but refuse to understand him, refuse to give him a chance to express himself without having to put himself in a tough position.
I remember sharing before this one video from a tiktoker who made a joke about how queer celebrities deal with dating questions when they didn’t necessarily come out or weren’t intending to but still were trying to drop hints :
(Matt Taylor)
It is already hard enough for queer people to be accepted in this society and people keep on making it harder for them. People saying that your own personal interpretation shouldn’t be imposed on what Jimin means, if y’all keep on acting this way when the fuck are we ever going to understand him? Are we always going to put his efforts in vain? That man simply CANNOT COME OUT and you know what? He doesn’t HAVE to either, why tf do people think he will just trust such an entitled fandom to come out to them?
Bitches be really quick to deny the fact that they’re simply homophobic but Jan, could you please enlighten me on why tf do you get so fucking defensive whenever anyone mentions the possibility of any of these men being queer? Them assholes aren’t even ready to accept that Yoongi, the man who ACTUALLY said it, is queer let alone making effort to understand Jimin.
I won’t say this enough, i will obviously not repeat it enough but THIS is why Yoongi said that FANS, MOTHERFUCKING FANS will understand not Army cause y’all only hold the fandom’s name nothing more. So fucking entitled and want everything handed to them on a silver plate. Now the narrative is that queer people aren’t “supposed to look a certain way” aka members who look “manly” are surely not queer. Yesterday again i came across a tiktok of a dude doing a prank to his BOYFRIEND, here’s what they look like :
Now don’t bullshit me on “this is not what i mean when i say manly” cause i know perfectly that this is the exact image some people picture in their head for how men looking like that can’t be gay. You want Jimin to feel comfortable enough to come live often, to share things with us, to see him perform, bla bla bla but how tf can he be comfortable with your sick asses when he can’t even be given a chance to be understood, to not put him under the projector?
People assume that you just gotta tell the world about your sexuality and that’s it, easy peasy lemon squeezy, such a happy world and everybody will be accepting yey
You don’t know the struggle of fighting to let yourself known to others without being put in a risky situation as a common person let alone as a celebrity in a very unforgiving industry, people tend to forget that it can be career threatening, so just for your own comfort you’ll have these men risking everything just so you can have that verbal validation?
I’m going back to the term “Queer coded” It’s called that way because there are “CODES” used by a person to hint to their sexuality and if your illiterate asses could spare 5 mins to google what that means y’all would’ve been 10 times smarter.
If you can’t support Jimin, or any member really, the right way, please see yourself out these 7 men really don’t need no more of these people as part of this fandom, it’s already hard with straight up haters and now they have to deal with supposed “fans” who can’t do shit correctly.
So please for my queer people, let's do our best to support and let our boy know that we understand we get it and we are sending him all of our love and for people who support the community and still understood Jimin and are supporting as well, thank you, thank you so much for being amazing, thank You.
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i have so many asks but i dont want to annoy you 😭 but the boys reaction to their badass s/o who literally snaps and takes down most of the socs with barely a scratch?
A/N: The gif is from another Swayze movie, I just had to use it <3 hope y’all enjoy this! I sort of mixed these two requests, pulled inspiration from both of them so I hit all the different points!
DARRY CURTIS
It depends on the context of the fight upon whether or not Darry’s going to find himself being involved in it
Like if the dude you’re fighting has been bothering you and finally says does or says something that crosses a line, Darry’s not surprised to see you throwing fists
If he just finds you in a fight with someone, he’s most likely going to muscle his way between you and get you to break it up
Heaven forbid you get beat up in the fight, and I mean even the slightest of bruises or a busted lip and Darry’s borderline feral
Hopefully, you’re enough of a skilled fighter to prevent yourself from getting too beat up, you’ll save Darry a whole lot of stress
All in all? It depends on the context of the fight on how he’ll react to what’s going on
SODAPOP CURTIS
This is hard, because like, Soda’s too laid-back to really start fights but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t fight, he will get involved in certain situations
So when someone tells him that you’re in a fight with someone else, this boy is sprinting as fast as humanly possible to go and save you
But when he gets there and sees you’re actually holding your own and you’re winning the fight, barely a scratch on your face, he’s pretty impressed
Secretly a little worried? Especially if the other person is getting a few hits on you, he’s just a little concerned
Brags to Steve after the fact because his sweetheart was in a fight and walked away victorious
Literally everyone who will listen to Sodapop the next day will hear about your fight
PONYBOY CURTIS
Ponyboy’s honestly a little surprised to see you in a fight
He’s just not an overly aggressive person (just a little cutie who watches sunsets) so any advice he’s going to give you is probably about not getting into a fight
Maybe the person you’re fighting deserves it, Pony really isn’t bothered one way or another
He’s used to seeing people he knows in fights but you can bet you’re going to have a discussion about the fight, he’s just not gonna ignore it
If you end up a little bloody, Ponyboy’ll fix you back up, grumbling the whole time about how this is exactly why you shouldn’t get into fights
He just doesn’t want you hurt, y’know? Even if you’re a good fighter, there’s always a chance for something to go wrong
DALLAS WINSTON
Dally doesn’t understand why you’re in a fight, he knows that you know he’ll fight for you
Doesn’t matter if the person deserves it or not, all you gotta do is tell Dally about said person and Dally is prepared to fight
He says he’d do anything for you, doll, and he means anything
If you do find yourself in a fight, I feel like you could hold your own, don’t look at me and tell me Dally wouldn’t teach his partner a little bit of self-defense
My boy doesn’t want anything to happen to his doll and the best way to prevent it is to help you help yourself
Thinks you’re pretty cute when you’re fighting especially if you end up with a busted lip or something, he’s murmuring teasing remarks with a wide smile while he thumbs at your lip
JOHNNY CADE
When you go into a fight and come out practically scratchless? A huge weight instantly leaves Johnny’s shoulders
He knows you can take care of yourself, you can hold your own if he’s not with you
This isn’t to say that he likes seeing you in fights cause he really doesn’t, I promise you that
Johnny really hates seeing you in any sort of violent scenarios, this includes rumbles and the like
Even if you can hold your own, it still scares Johnny, y’know?
Either way, Johnny’s happy you’re alright but he’s definitely gonna ask you to stay away from the fights from now on
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
If he could, Two-Bit is sitting on the sidelines with a bowl of popcorn watching the fight, a huge smile on his face
He’s as cheerful as can be, watching you demolish somebody else with the widest smile you’ll ever see on his face
But, like, if you’re losing, Two’s stepping in to help you out and to keep you from getting pushed around too badly
He’d cheer? Clap if you get a good punch in there and stuff like that, he’s super proud of you!
Two’s pretty content to watch you, you’re strong and independent, he knows that and he loves to see you
Imma just add that he think you’re very badass and very, very hot
STEVE RANDLE
Thinks You’re Badass And Hot Pt. 2
We’ve discussed Steve’s cheerleading tendencies before, he’s super into you doing anything when you’re excelling
If you’re not winning the fight? Steve is already running to help you out, don’t you worry about that doll, he’s gonna help you out
He pulls you in for a kiss after you’re done, he’s running high on adrenaline and is always affectionate
Will literally tell everyone how strong you are and how you barely even got any marks on you, so very proud of you
Steve’s just a cheerleader for you man, literally the most supportive partner you’ll ever see
TIM SHEPARD
Tim’s really torn when he sees you in a fight, so many things are running through his mind
On one hand, the protective side of him is screaming to get involved, to rip the other person off of you and show them what happens when someone messes with Tim Shepard’s doll
On the other, you’re actually kicking the dude’s ass and Tim is royally impressed by your performance
That being said, he’s so gonna give you a heavy talking to about being in a fight
Granted, Tim now knows that you can totally save yourself if need be
But he’s still totally overprotective and would rather fight for you <3
CURLY SHEPARD
Totally A Cheerleader Pt. 2
I’ve mentioned him being a chihuahua before, right? Because this man has so much angry energy bottled up inside of him
“Hell yeah Y/N! Show him!”
Curly practically lives for fighting so he’s probably going to be one of the only boys who doesn’t rag on you for being in a fight
He’s so proud of you babe! So happy for you!
When you come out of the fight without a scratch? *Cue Curly with heart eyes*
#the outsiders#the outsiders hcs#the outsiders headcanons#the outsiders x reader#dillo’s writing#darry curtis#sodapop curtis#ponyboy curtis#dallas winston#johnny cade#two bit mathews#steve randle#tim shepard#curly shepard#darry curtis x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#dallas winston x reader#johnny cade x reader#two bit mathews x reader#steve randle x reader#tim shepard x reader#curly shepard x reader
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Aberration
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: ~4.3k
Summary: First and second meeting with Nat.
A/N: I have decided not to give a preview of the next part, it was near impossible to find an interesting part that didn’t spoil anything. Hopefully I can post it on Saturday! Here’s something to tide y’all over.
Warnings: Drinking, smidge of violence, and suggestive content.
Saturday nights for you were usually spent holed up in your room of your apartment studying. You usually were preparing for tests days in advance or finishing up some assignments early, but not tonight. Tonight, your friends had convinced you to get out for once and you’ve actually enjoyed yourself. You’d started off getting ice cream at a nearby place before being dragged to a club that was mostly just a bunch of drunk people jumping around. You’d spent most of your time at the bar drinking while your friends danced, but you were fine with that. You were talking with the bartender on and off and you are starting to get a little more buzzed so you’re feeling good. By the time you consider ordering a fifth drink, you notice that someone new is sitting next to you.
Nat had been on business a couple of blocks away not long ago. She’d been striking a deal with a client that hadn’t taken long at all. After checking in with her boss, she realized she had nothing else to do for the night and she considered her options. She was too awake to want to go home and sleep so she found herself wandering down the street. This would be dangerous, idiotic for a normal person given that it was well past a socially acceptable hour to walk around at night alone. That said, Nat wasn’t a normal person, and short of someone just deciding to shoot her out of the blue, she’d have a fairly decent chance of defending herself if any trouble arose.
She didn’t realize that the trouble was waiting for her inside when she walks into a club that’s still filed to the brim. She ventures past the masses of people dancing and heads directly to the bar. She’s thirsty and not nearly drunk enough to think about how this deal had gone, so she sits down at a free barstool and looks around for the bartender.
“She stepped out for a minute. Left me in charge, what can I get you?”
Nat turns to see a woman near her age, maybe a little younger getting up from her seat with a smile. She’s clearly already had a good amount to drink, but she’s steady and clear minded enough to look to Nat with a questioning look as she rounds the bar. She considers just saying she’ll wait since her drink is a little less commonly known. She also considers just ordering something else, but glancing at you again, she realizes that you can probably handle it, or you’ll simply tell her that you can’t.
“Are you sure? I can wait.”
You smile at her kindly before shaking your head and holding up your hands to pretend like you’re writing on a notepad.
“Don’t sweat it. What would you like?”
After ordering Nat watches as you go to make her drink. She’s watching you like a hawk, but you don’t seem to mind as you grab a glass, shaker and the necessary ingredients. You are grateful for the fact that you’d taken a bartending class at a friend’s bachelorette party recently, otherwise you’d be completely out of your element. You get it near perfect and Nat can’t help but smile as she takes it from you with a nod in response to your question.
“Is this right?”
“Looks great, thanks.”
She takes a sip as she watches you look to everyone else at the bar, but they seem fine with their drinks at the moment. You also figure that the bartender will be back any second so you move back around the bar and take your seat back next to the redhead. You grab some of the peanuts in front of you and start cracking them open with a smile.
“Happy to be of service.”
Nat takes a moment to consider you. You’re dressed comfortably, but still your clothes highlight your assets. Nat realizes that you’re probably a student given the proximity to the campus and the tired look in your eyes. She smiles slightly at you before setting down her drink.
“It’s good, thank you…”
She trails off and you smile wider as you finish chewing before shooting her a look. You offer a wave before introducing yourself to the ridiculously attractive redhead. You’ve never seen her before, not here or not on campus. She looked a little older than you and you couldn’t picture her in school. She had an aura of being in charge, of being in control over everything and you’d be shocked if she didn’t hold some sort of authoritative role. You were starting to think of occupations she could hold when you realized you needed to tell her your name.
Private security…CEO....free-lance-
“Y/n. Nice to meet you.”
You hold your glass up to her and she smiles in amusement before humoring you and clinking hers against yours. She takes a sip watching as you do as well before smiling at her decision. She needs to take a break and try to decompress to feel something other than stress and responsibility.
“I’m Nat.”
You talk with the redhead long after the bartender returns, and even after your friends leave to another club. You pass on the opportunity to join them and just stay at the bar with your new drinking buddy. You can tell that Nat is slowly relaxing as you talk to her, but she’s still observant of her surroundings and not drinking enough to truly become drunk. You’ve switched from alcohol to water at this point and after returning from the bathroom where two people were making out, you’re almost disappointed to see two empty seats where you left Nat. You glance at your watch before deciding that it’s probably time for you to leave anyway. You grab your wallet from your purse preparing to pay so you can leave when you hear a voice behind you.
“It’s taken care of already. Do you want to get out of here?”
You feel a hand on your lower back and you have to suppress the urge to shudder at the sound of the redhead’s low voice. You simply nod before smiling at the possibilities that the rest of tonight holds.
You had been right to assume that Nat was someone who enjoyed exercising control in all aspects of life. You’d been unsurprised when she took the lead as soon as you left the bar, and you honestly didn’t mind. You were tired and not being in charge for once was freeing. You were able to relax much better and your sleep once the two of you finally went to bed was amazing, if a little short. You’re woken up by the other occupant of the bed getting up, but you’re too tired to really protest beyond a tired groan. The redhead stops short before she smiles fondly at you. Maybe if things were different, she could have humored the idea of more than just one night together.
“Go back to sleep, dorogoy.”
She doesn’t promise that she’ll be back because she knows she won’t be. She’s just grateful that you fall back to sleep before she finishes getting ready. She sighs as she glances back to you one more time before she leaves as quietly as possible.
You wake up again a couple of hours later and you groan as you stretch out underneath the covers. You’re pleasantly warm and have no intention of getting out of bed yet this early on a Sunday, but sudden realization that you went to bed with someone has your eyes flying open. You look to the other side of the bed and see that it’s empty and a quick glance around the room confirms what you suspected. You frown slightly but don’t get out of bed to confirm that Nat’s gone when you figure that her absence and the lack of anyone’s clothing but your own is pretty much a definitive answer. You pout slightly before lying back down and trying to go back to bed.
Last night had been fun and you suppose you hadn’t expected anything else out of it. However, a goodbye would have been nice. You shake your head at the thought as you yawn and roll over onto your side with a sigh. It doesn’t matter. You probably won’t ever see her again anyway.
1 year later
You try not to show your nerves and make your raging anxiety obvious as you follow Wanda to the bar where you had only been to a couple of times. You were meeting your girlfriend’s best friends for the first time and you were a nervous wreck. Despite having dated for close to a year, this is the first one of Wanda’s friends you’ve met. It was very unconventional and you would have been more upset about it if you didn’t know what Wanda did for a living.
You’d learned early on that she wasn’t actually a student, and that when she had to disappear at random times and sometimes go dark for a few days, it was just her job. She wasn’t ignoring you, and she wasn’t cheating on you, she was just dealing with work.
You hadn’t asked for specifics until you realized that what you had with the redhead had the potential to become serious. You had been with her for a few months before you asked the upfront question of what exactly she meant when she said her job dealt with various businesses. Wanda had been reluctant to tell you out of fear of scaring you off. You hadn’t taken it great honestly, and Wanda had feared losing you when you frowned and shook your head at her confession. However, you’d already decided that you wanted to be with Wanda long term, so you just set a few boundaries that kept you in the dark and allowed Wanda to do what she needed.
Now, almost 6 months after that conversation, Wanda was ready to risk introducing you to her friends. It was nothing against you, and all of her friends had certainly heard a lot about you because Wanda talked about you all the time, but no one had officially met you. Steve and Bucky have both had a single conversation with you, and both were tense and full of suspicion. You were fine with keeping both of these a secret given how poorly they’d gone. Whenever Wanda was out with you, she was careful and she always looked over her shoulder if you two met somewhere that wasn’t private. You rarely went out together, but when you did, she arrived after you always and you always left separately. It took some getting used to, but tonight was one of the first times you and Wanda could arrive and leave somewhere together.
This probably had to do with the fact that you were meeting on her territory and anyone who looked at you twice was going to suffer dearly for it.
Wanda was well aware that this didn’t include her friends though and she had to remind herself that they would love you. She loved you and she was happy with you. That was all her friends should care about, right?
“It’s okay to be nervous. I’m a little nervous too, but they’ll love you.”
You smile at her as she squeezes your hand reassuringly as she leads you through the front doors. The bar is relatively busy, but the noise is just above a quiet murmur accompanied by the clinking of glasses and silverware. You look to the bar first wishing you were comfortable enough to drink and get drunk, but you wanted to make a good impression. It was important that Wanda’s friends liked you. You glance around absentmindedly trying to guess who you were meeting tonight, but always Wanda had been vague about who you were meeting tonight.
“Who exactly are we meeting, Wands?”
Wanda’s smile disappears and her expression becomes neutral as she looks around the bar. She’d promised you her closest friends tonight, but she hadn’t wanted to overwhelm you on the first go. She knew her brother wasn’t meeting you anytime soon because he would be way too over the top overprotective brother and that would freak you out. She had figured that Nat and Yelena would be the least harmful at this point and if things went well with them, Bucky and Steve could join later. They were very chill and kind people, but the fact they were big and imposing made her hesitate to introduce you to them first.
“They’re right over here, detka.”
You turn to where Wanda’s gestured with a nod. You take a deep breath as subtly as possible before you study the duo that you see sitting in the booth. They’re on opposite sides so you only see the blonde and the back of the other woman’s head. The blonde looks close to your age and she notices you and Wanda almost immediately. She looks intimidating and she reminds you of Wanda with how she appraises you within a few seconds of realizing who you are. You aren’t sure if you’re smiling, but you hope you don’t look as intimidated as you feel when you and Wanda arrive at the booth.
“Y/n, meet my friends. This is Yelena…”
She gestures to the blonde who just offers you a small smile before turning to the redhead who’s finally turning to face you. You feel your stomach drop and you know you look as shocked as you feel when you realize who you’re looking at.
“And this is Natasha.”
Nat looks at you and unlike you she’s able to hide her surprise a little better. You see her eyes widen slightly before she schools her features and tamps down her mortification. You on the other hand just stare at her in shock, your face heating up as you try to not think about how Nat looks exactly the same as when you last saw her. Your mind is already trying to put together the clues that you had and the questions that fly around your head about how long she’s worked with Wanda when your girlfriend turns to you at your continued silence.
Wanda frowns as she looks to you in confusion. She’s wondering why you hadn’t introduced yourself when she sees your shock as you stare at Nat. She looks to the other redhead and notices that she’s clearly uncomfortable as well. It’s subtle because Nat is just like that, but Wanda realizes quickly that she’s clearly missing something. Yelena realizes it to and she scowls before shooting her sister a look that she’s avoiding like the plague.
“What’s going on? “
“Y/n, what’s wrong?”
You can’t stop yourself from reacting the way you do. It’s one of your flaws that Wanda’s called endearing at times, but you doubt she’d feel this way right now. When you’re faced with an uncomfortable situation, you usually have to fight the urge to burst into tears or start laughing awkwardly. You take a small step back as you cover your mouth and your eyes start to tear up. You don’t notice Wanda’s bewildered look as you start to laugh incredulously. You can’t believe your luck and you’re doubled over and near crying when you finally manage to hear something that someone says.
“What the fuck is happening?”
This comes from Yelena and you can’t help but feel bad about how horribly you’re portraying yourself right now. You’re sure Wanda’s deeply embarrassed and the slight flush and the evident scowl on your girlfriend’s face supports this claim. You do your best to try to save face with everyone present as you shake your head and wipe your eyes before moving back toward the table.
“I’m sorry, it’s nice to meet you, Yelena. I’ve heard a lot about you, and I’m sure you’re regretting coming here tonight.”
You don’t give her time to respond as you turn to her sister and then your girlfriend with an apologetic look. You take a deep breath before sitting down next to Yelena while Wanda who’s still very confused, sits down next to a silent Nat.
“Good to see you again, Nat.”
This throws everyone at the table off. If Nat had to guess, she would have assumed that you would be a little upset with her. It doesn’t take her long to scold herself for that thought. It was over a year ago when the two of you slept together and there had been no expectations for more. Not to mention, you were with Wanda now and from what the other redhead told her it sounded like the two of you were pretty serious.
Nat clears her throat, ignoring the looks from her friend and sister as she nods in agreement. She reaches out for her drink and downs the rest of it before responding in a low voice.
“You too.”
Wanda’s done just sitting by in stunned silence. She looks between the two who have apparently met each other before asking the obvious question that hasn’t been addressed for some reason. She can’t help her paranoia, and she has a feeling that she’s not going to like what you have to tell her.
“When did you two meet, exactly?”
Nat’s sitting next to her and despite all of her training, she can’t lie to her friend. Her mouth twitches and Wanda doesn’t see it, but Yelena and you do from where you sit across from her. Yelena clearly has her suspicions, and apparently Nat’s behavior is confirming them because the blonde’s mouth drops similarly to how yours did.
“No way. Cyka, what the fuck?”
You and Wanda are looking to her in confusion before the redhead looks to Nat in annoyance. She’s about to pull rank when you speak up from across the table. You’re trying to save Nat from getting in trouble, but you somehow make it worse.
“It was a long time ago, Wanda. It’s not a big deal.”
Wanda turns to you with an angry glare before she speaks through grit teeth. Her friend’s behavior is more telling than your vague statement and Wanda can feel her anger growing at the woman next to her. If she did what Wanda thinks she did she might have to punch her in the face.
“What happened a long time ago, Y/n?”
You open your mouth to respond, but for some reason Nat wants to take over. She figures that if it comes from her Wanda will be less angry. That doesn’t mean she’s getting away with this scot-free.
“We slept together.”
Yelena groans as she slaps her forehead as she mutters ‘I knew it’, but Wanda doesn’t say a thing. She doesn’t even appear to react at all and that scares you more than her yelling. You’ve learned over the months you’ve been with her that she rarely yells when she gets really angry. She’ll kill you with a look and the silent treatment before you eventually come groveling to her for forgiveness.
“How long ago was this?”
Wanda’s question is barely above a whisper but everyone hears it. You’re less concerned about doing the exact math in your head because you can see that Wanda’s angry front is concealing an obvious hurt. You realize you should have clarified this immediately and you almost reach out for her before you realize she might pull away out of anger.
“It was a few months before we met. It was just a one-time thing, right Nat?”
You look to her for help and she immediately nods in confirmation. You both clearly want to get out of this awkward situation that you’d been thrust into unknowingly. With this in mind, Nat speaks up to try and save face and miraculously Wanda becomes even angrier at her words.
“Yeah, that’s right. It didn’t mean anything, Wanda.”
You hadn’t even gotten to register Nat’s words before Wanda was responding in a way that rendered you speechless. You were so distracted by the sight of Wanda shoving Nat that you didn’t hear Yelena mutter an insult under her breath at her sister’s stupid comment. She isn’t surprised that Wanda reacted this way, but you’re practically gawking at your girlfriend who has her friend pinned against the wall with a vicious glare.
“Say that again, Nat. I’m not sure I heard you right.”
Nat clearly realizes her mistake and she shakes her head despite knowing it’s too late. She resists the urge to steal a glance at you for help. That would only make things worse. She’d just insulted you in front of Wanda who thought the world of you, and she was 99% sure she was going to get hit. You finally shake your surprise when you see Wanda’s hold on her friend tighten and her gaze turns even more threatening. If that’s possible. You almost hesitate to speak up because you’re fearful of how Wanda will respond. You’ve never seen her this mad.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Wanda. I swear, it’s just--.”
Nat’s not sure what she can say to make this better, but she’s eternally grateful that you speak up. You sit up and try to reach out for your girlfriend, but she’s too far away. You hurry to stand up and move closer to her to try and prevent whatever violence is about to come.
“Just what?”
Wanda’s gritting her teeth she’s so angry, and she’s surprised by the restraint she’s showing considering what her friend just said. She knows that Nat didn’t mean anything by it, but she’s still a little thrown and angry about the fact that you and Nat apparently met and slept together just months before you started dating her. She suddenly realizes why not introducing you to her friends sooner wasn’t the best idea. Yelena just watches the scene play out in silence, not sure who she’s rooting for. She figured that you’ll be able to calm Wanda down with a little persuasion. She’s honestly such a goner for you. She can tell whenever Wanda talks to her about you. It’s so obvious that she has to resist rolling her eyes.
“Wands, come on. She’s telling the truth. It wasn’t anything other than sex. We never saw each other again.”
When Wanda feels your hand on her shoulder lightly tugging her away from Nat she wants to resist. She wants to punch her friend in the face for the fact that she called you insignificant, and that she got to have you first. The thought makes her shake in anger, but luckily you know Wanda well and you wrap your arms around her shoulders and bodily pull her away from Nat with a pleading look she can’t see.
You feel bad for Nat because honestly it wasn’t a big deal and you wouldn’t have minded never talking about it again. If only you could have hidden your horrible reaction to seeing her again. At least you know how to fix this, it just might take some work. Okay a lot of work to persuade Wanda that you’re not hung up on Nat in the least.
“You might want to get out of her reach, sestra.”
This comes from Yelena, and Nat doesn’t need to be told twice. Since you’re still working on pulling Wanda from the booth, she just ducks under the table and moves to sit beside her sister. She reappears and breathes a sigh of relief when she sees her friend and boss glance to you and sigh in defeat. She frowns and you shoot her a look that would make her laugh under any other circumstance. However, she’s in hot water as it is and she’s not going to risk incurring Wanda’s wrath again.
“Babe, I think you just beat me for the most inappropriate reaction tonight.”
Wanda immediately scowls and the two of you argue briefly about who in fact was the worst behaved so far. You admit that you didn’t do much better, but at least you didn’t threaten anyone, let alone a dear friend with violence over something that happened so long ago. Wanda shoots you a look before she shakes her head and shoots Nat a scathing look.
“I disagree, Y/n. I think that was a completely appropriate reaction to someone calling you insignificant. If it had been anyone else, I would have punched them.”
You simply sighed because you knew you wouldn’t be winning this argument right now. So instead, you decide to apologize and hopefully get Wanda to do the same.
“Alright, love. I apologize for my horrible reaction. Nat, Yelena. I apologize. Now, I believe it’s your turn, Wands.”
The redhead looks to you in confusion before she realizes what you’re saying. She is about to shake her head but you shoot her a warning look that says ‘would you like to sleep on the couch for the indefinite future’, and Wanda relents easily. She hates it when you’re mad at her, and she hates the cold and lonely couch even more.
“Come on, I want to actually get to know your friends instead of worrying about you jumping over the table to throttle one of them.”
Nat seems to stiffen at the idea of this and you can’t blame her, but luckily Wanda’s giving in pretty quickly. You have to resist the urge to smile smugly as she apologizes to Nat.
“I’m sorry, Nat. I shouldn’t have shoved you and gotten mad. I’ll buy tonight.”
You smile at your girlfriend, leaning closer to her as Nat just nods and accepts the apology. Yelena doesn’t let her verbally respond though and she smirks at Wanda as she downs the rest of her drink.
“You were buying anyway, boss.”
You can’t help but laugh at this and when you and Yelena exchange an amused look, you feel the first tendrils of friendship form.
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luke hughes x !ghost reader (strictly platonic.)
warnings: mentions of death
this is also taking place during freshman year!
also let me know if y’all want a part 2, I don’t know if I want to make this a series so😵💫 this might be a little proofread so if there are mistakes sorry
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you honestly didn’t think you would be dead at 18 but here you are losemly wondering the halls of umich seeing all the students walking by particularly one standing out from the most. His name? completely unknown to you but hopefully you figure that out soon and maybe you’ll find out the story of how you died. You quickly walked up behind the kid who obviously knew of my presence but wouldn’t talk to you in such a crowded place only his bedroom at this so called sophomore house or at parties cause everybody’s drunk and obviously won’t question a kid talking to mid air or the library in the far back corner which is where we’re heading now, he went in and immediately went over to our corner table sitting down pulling out his books and I sat down across from him.
“I see you’re hanging around more” he said whispering. “yeah I have some business to attend too.” “What business?” “Can’t say sorry” you said crossing your arms. “We both know you can say, you won’t” he said eyeing me before writing down something in his notes. “I’ll tell you once you trust me enough to know your name and I actually mean trust me not just tell me it cause you want to know my business.” you said standing up and going to stand next to him. “Okay I got it y/n but please if it’s anything dangerous don’t mix with it” he said looking up at me before looking away and continuing his studying. “It’s nothing dangerous I promise but stop talking to air, dukers coming over” you said moving to stand behind him.
“Hey man why are you always back here alone? It’s so creepy” Dylan said plopping himself down in the seat where you were sitting moments ago. “I just prefer to stay hidden when studying, which usually works but how did you know I was here?” “Ethan told me you usually come here to study so I wanted to study with you” “ah okay well you excited for the game tomorrow?” luke asked taking a quick glance at me when duker looked away to grab his stuff. you sat down right next to Luke and picked up Dylan’s pencil moving it around, luke sent me a glare before snatching the pencil and setting it back down where it is before mouthing to quit it, you rolled your eyes huffing and leaning back in the seat.
“yeah I’m pretty excited but more nervous anyways are you excited for jersey? ” Dylan said as he started to study. “Jersey?” You said quickly look over at him. “yeah im excited to be back with jack” luke choked out taking a quick glance over before looking back at dylan. “It’s gonna suck playing against eachother when I go” dylan said “yeah but it’ll be fine so let’s just study and worry about that when it comes” luke said as duker put in his air pods and started studying.
“So what’s this about jersey?” You asked glaring at him slightly. “I got drafted this summer” he said eyeing me before going back to his work. “drafted?” you questioned narrowing your eyes. “oh sorry right forgot your way older then me um drafted meaning I’ll go play in the national hockey league and do that professionally as my job.” “oh when do you go play?” “I don’t know yet but we’ll see okay? nothing to worry about right now y/n but I really have to study so talk later?” he asked which you nodded too before getting up. “don’t worry I’ll let you finish this, I have some stuff to handle now I’ll see you later tonight” you said heading towards the doors. “be safe!” he called out quietly. “no promises” you said before dissipating.
#luke hughes#platonic luke hughes x reader#luke hughes fic#jack hughes#quinn hughes#dylan duke#umich boys
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