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yestrday · 2 months

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: ̗̀➛ LOVE BITES. yan! isagi yoichi / gn! reader / yan! kurona ranze

you don't know what to do but spit fire and hate at two kidnapping psychos who can't even keep their lips off each other. they could at least have the decency to not do it in front of you :/

+ waaaah idk this writing feels lazy but i love love loooove poly yanderes and i wanted to try exploring it...

( once again. how do kissing scenes work. slight bl00d. poly relationship. implied other poly relationships who are also out to getcha )

ever since their blue lock days, kurona had always been isagi’s partner-in-crime. of all the partners yoichi could have chosen, he who had came later in his life was the one who won isagi’s trust and hand. and now he and isagi conquered together– in every match, in every television appearance, and now most importantly, you.

“kurona,” isagi murmurs, his delicate yet calloused fingers running up and down your bare hips. called by his silent command, kurona leans in closer, and his lean body presses itself on your shivering back. there is a silent intimacy in the air, simply indescribable by words. alone in the shadows of their shared living space, with only the occasional sliver of moonlight whenever the curtains flutter, the three of you press your heated bodies together.

isagi casts his gaze upon him, benevolent and possessive. it’s a cross between the kind off-field isagi and the cruel maestro of the court, and kurona finds himself shuddering under his gaze. “kurona,” he calls again. “talk to [your name] for me, please?” he sends him a pleading look, obviously disappointed that none of his attempts to consoling you is working. “i think they’re still scared of me.”

“mmm, is that true, [your name]?” he nuzzles into your nape and hugs your waist. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers dig into your skin– not harsh and blood-drawing as you expected, but well, who can blame you for your paranoia? “why’re you scared of isagi? of me? hmm?” your nape is soft against his nose, and he lets out a content sight. “we’re taking good care of you, aren’t we?”

you can’t help but whimper when he finally places all his body weight on you, treating you like a mere plushie as you’re now squished between isagi and kurona. “that’s right,” isagi hums, idly playing with your hair. “whatever you want, you can ask. we’re pros now, [your name]. we can buy you anything you want.”

you bite your lip, sending a teary glare up at isagi. he smiles so kindly, just like the kind boy you once cheered on blue lock tv. you can feel kurona’s gentle touch on your stomach too, and keenly aware of how capable he is of hurting you with just one clench. “i want to go back home.”

kurona and isagi share a quiet laugh. “everything except for that, that is.” the blue-haired boy even has the gall to send you an apologetic smile. “sorry.”

“we need you here with us,” kurona whispers, as sweet as he can be. his teeth graze against your nape once again but before he pulls away he takes a nip at your skin again, with more warning than the last. “you’re our prize, our trophy, our love. all of us love each other, yeah? you love us, and we love you too. how could you handle being away from us?” he has the gall to say all of this like it’s fact, imposing their feelings on you even when your face contorts into disgust with every delusion he spouts.

“i don’t think i would wanna live without you and isagi,” kurona whispers into your skin, as if sharing a secret. isagi’s one arm slings itself around kurona, now having the two of you huddled in his arms. “i think i’d die. yeah, i’d die.” sometimes, you think that kurona might just as much of a prisoner as you are. isagi likes to play nice all the time but both of them know how cruel and manipulative he could be, and how tightly he has kurona wound around his finger. but you watch as isagi smiles endearingly at the boy, pressing a kiss on his lips. then when he pulls away, kurona lets out a low whine, isgai’s breath hitches, and he dives in again for yet another albeit messier kiss. you cringe and look away.

chuckling, isagi gently holds the back of your hair— slightly squeezing the strands as warning— and guides your vision back to them. isagi is watching you from the side of his eye, smirking as he continues with that messy and drooly kiss. kurona struggles to even open his eyes, too pleasure-struck as he leans into the kiss. “watch, [y. name]. you could learn a lesson or two,” he chuckles. “kurona’s always so good for you and me. you should see what you’re missing.”

“i’m not missing out anything,” you sneer, though you’re only speaking to air as isagi redirects his energy into making out with kurona. “you two are sick. keeping me here and subjugating me to your every whims. you’re perverted psychos, that’s what you fucking are.”

kurona’s eyes slant slight, looking somewhat like a kicked puppy as you spout venom at the both of them. isagi just looks more amused than anything and he finally releases kurona from his hold. the sharp-toothed holds both of your hands in his as he looks up at you pleadingly as he presses your cold palm against his cheek. “[y. name], you’re here because we want to protect you. everyone out there wants a piece of you… kaiser and ness… nagi and that millionaire. isagi just wants the best for you.” he presses a soft kiss to your palm. “for the both of us.”

you want to refute this, that the only reason why they locked you away is so their other equally psycho competitors won’t find you and take you for themselves. but kurona’s eyes and gentle acts have a way of prodding at your heartstrings and you feel like you were falling for this stupidly effective manipulation tactic of his. so instead you sigh and look away from him, gritting your teeth with hardened eyes.

“now, now, don’t be too stubborn,” isagi laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “you’re going to be with us for a lo~ng time. might as well learn how to love it.”

you bite your lip to silence yourself and watch as kurona smiles gently at you, nestling himself right beside isagi’s head. “love you so much, both of us,” he murmurs into your skin. his sharp teeth graze the soft flesh, making you stiffen and your fingers dig into isagi’s thigh in alarm. “you’ll accept our love, won’t you?”

“of course they will, kurona,” isagi affirms, not even waiting for your response. “don’t feel too guilty.”

a silence between them happens, sharing some sort of secret message you’re not privy to. soon, kurona’s lips twitch into a smile—

and his teeth dig into your neck, blood seeping from the broken skin as you scream at the pain. warmth shoots through your neck, something trickles downwards and under your shirts, and you stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as you hear nothing but your own shallow breaths. kurona hums beside you, licking the marks in apology, and one fearful glance at him has you flinching at how he licks the blood from his lips with that ever-gentle expression.

“looks s’ pretty on you, kurona,” isagi says appreciatively, pressing down on his lower lip with his thumb and kurona opens his mouth so he can get a full view of the mess within his mouth. “must taste really good, huh? especially with the way you’re blushing.”

he’s right, your mind manages to comprehend. his eyes are lidded as his tongue swipes at his teeth to get every drop and the blush on his pale face tells you just how much he’s enjoying this. the man’s a sick pervert. how could i fucking forget?

“don’t be so angry, [y. name].” isagi swipes a trickle of blood from your skin and presses it against kurona’s lips, who too eagerly sucks on his finger to get more of the taste. “it’s the least you could do for hurting kurona’s feelings. our feelings.”

you don’t quite have the energy to even bite back. in defeat, you slump against isagi and close your eyes to the sound of kurona’s hungry slurps and isagi’s encouraging moans.

sick fucks.

maybe you should let yourself get kidnapped by reo. better the collar than getting bitten. probably.

#yandere blue lock #blue lock #yandere x reader #yandere isagi yoichi #yandere kurona ranze #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #kurona ranze #yester.writes

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sleepyangelkami · 1 month

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SICKENED d.dixon

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DARYL DIXON X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - when you don't show up to your lunch date with daryl, he suspects somethings wrong and makes his way across the commonwealth, only to find you sprawled out in your bed, temperature high.

☆ WARNINGS - fever, mentions of being sick, emetophobia, vomit, throwing up, daryl is mentioned to be quite a big older than reader, reader is mentioned to have hair, mention of anxiety, (1) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

daryl dixon was something of a fearless warrior, and also a fearful worrier.

you liked the commonwealth, as much as one could when filled with the doubtful thoughts that whoever was in charge, would soon betray your people. when you got to the commonwealth, daryl was the one who seemed most worried. you were worried too, until you tasted the cotton candy they had to offer and you were sure this was a good place.

daryl became a trooper while you worked at the bakery, alongside your good friend carol. carol was possibly one of the best workers in there. you liked to think that your baked treats were nice but nothing could ever compare to carol’s sugar cookies.

with you and carol being so close, she knew you and daryl had been itching to spend more time together. while you could enjoy the commonwealth as much as your ability would allow you to, you couldn’t deny the fact that you missed daryl. it seemed as though he was always working, always picking up shifts or being given them by the governors son.

for some reason, he threw tasks at him like he had something to prove.

nonetheless, daryl worked tirelessly and endlessly until finally, he got a day off.

the kids would be in school until three, so you both decided that it was finally time for you guys to spend some time together, just the two of you.

you’d walked into the bakery two days early, grinning from ear to ear though carol was already changing your shifts, putting her on yours so you’d get the day off. when you’d stared at her with an open mouth, she’d only winked. “daryl told me.” she’d shrugged.

everything had fallen into place smoothly.

daryl was old enough, much older than you, he’d been on plenty dates before and he’d been with you for what felt like forever.

yet he still couldn’t stop the nerves from swarming in his stomach.

he’d arrived to the caffé early, at least he thought he was early seeing as you were nowhere to be seen.

then a couple moments went by, one of the workers walked himself outside to where he was sitting, asking him if he was ready to order.

daryl suddenly felt worry eat at his stomach, and it was nothing like the nerves from before. there was pre-apocalyptic nerves like taking your girlfriend out on a date and then there was the post-apocalyptic nerves, the sullen worry that something had gone terribly wrong.

he cleared his throat, glancing at the menu in front of him. “‘m waiting for someone.” he gruffed out to which the waiter smiled.

the man had a cloth draped across his arm, looking sufficient as ever. daryl thought he looked stupid. “right. take your time.”

though it appeared to be you that was taking your time.

daryl worried easily. perhaps it was due to how many people he’s lost. perhaps it was because nowadays, it seemed like you were the only one that truly mattered to him anymore. nonetheless, he barely waited a half hour before slinging back on his sleeveless leather jacket, face screwed up as his boot covered feet found themselves stalking across the town.

he owned a little apartment, one that had rather noisy neighbours. you owned a large, three bedroom house, always inviting daryl and the kids over. truth be told, the kids rathered your house than they did his little apartment.

daryl didn’t know how he ended up standing in front of your house so quickly but he didn’t bother to try recall his events, instead, he brought his fist up to the grey door, knocking down on it harshly.

he received no answer.

worry ate him from the inside.

you were fine, you were fine. you had to be fine.

as fine as you may have been, it didn’t stop him from applying his body weight on the door, shoving it open. he watched as your lock fell broken on the ground, pursing his lips and making a mental note to buy you another.

the common wealth was strange and so was having to worry about money again.

the man found himself walking up your stairs. he called out your name once, then twice.

he received no answer.

it wasn’t until he stood in front of your bedroom door, creaking it open when he felt slight relief.

he could make out the strands of your hair that sat atop your baby pink pillow. he walked further into the room, your curtains were still closed. then, he could make out the way your brows had strewn themselves together.

your face looked uncomfortable.

he wasted no time in waking you. “baby, get up.” his large hands were placed on your smaller body, gently rocking your body. it was unlikely for you to be sleeping this late, you were the kind of girl that went to bed early and rose the same.

you woke with an uncomfortable noise leaving your lips, a type of whimper as you screwed your eyes shut.

“wh’s wrong, hm?” instead of being angry that you missed your date, he instead sat himself on the bed, fingers brushing away the strands of your hair. his brows furrowed when he placed the back of his hand on your forehead, feeling the scorching skin. “you’re burnin’ up.”

you offered up to response to that. “what time is it?” your voice was scratchy and broken, blinking heavily and slowly as you tried to rise from the bed.

instead of helping you up, he practically forced your body back down to the bed. “why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

your lips turned into a type of pout. “did i miss our date?” you’d been looking forward to it for ages.

“no matter about lunch.” he waved you off, focusing on the more important task at hand. “how long you been feelin’ like this, sweetheart?” the way his tone seemed to rest so gently was enough for your insides to feel almost warm.

you shrugged your shoulders, feeling drowsy as ever. “a day… i think.”

a sigh left his lips. he’d been so preoccupied with his new job that he’d hardly had time for anything anymore. I mean, it was you who was getting judith and rj up in the morning, making sure they were dressed and ready for school. by the time he woke, you’d have them off and made his breakfast.

“daryl…” his eyes snapped back to you, ridding his thoughts. “i don’t feel so good.”

and there it was.

the sick-anxiety.

“okay, let’s get you sat up.” he helped you into a seated position beneath the blankets, your brows were scrunched together, eyes weary.

he knew how anxious you got when it came to being ill, that was why he was thankful you never did.

“how’s the stomach, huh? not feelin’ good?” you only shook your head at him, eyes beginning to sting. “okay, that’s okay, jus’ relax f’me.”

your eyes were slightly wide and watery as they followed his movements. he crossed the room, grasping the bin that sat by your door. he glanced inside, taking out the single piece of plastic and placing it on the desk as a later problem.

now that the bin was empty, he manoeuvred it towards the bed.

“think you’re gonna be sick?” you looked a little green but shook your head nonetheless. he nodded before peeling the blankets back, sitting his body next to your own. sick and all, all he’d ever want is to be close to you. “why didn’t you tell me? could’a helped.”

you shrugged your shoulders, placing your head against his strong arm. “i missed the date.” you spoke all pouty.

he couldn’t help the way his lips quirked up. even in your own sickness, all you worried about was that damned date. “‘s just lunch, darlin’.” placing your hair behind your ear. “can get it any day.”

in attempts to not look too bummed out, you glanced down to his hand which he’d interlinked with yours. “not with your job.”

he caught on to the sadness etched in your voice right away. he cleared his throat. “‘s just for a little longer, promise.”

it took a couple moments for your breathing to become slightly shallow. his eyes traced over you gently, waiting for any sudden movements. even though your mouth hadn’t so much as opened, his hand was still inching towards the bin that sat at the edge of the bed. “daryl.” your voice sounded much more broken than before. “‘m gonna…”

he didn’t need to be told twice.

skillfully, the man grabbed the bucket before your sentence could even finish. he placed it on the bed before you, helping your head hover over it as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the bin. he heard you half cry while throwing up, and he shushed you quietly.

“‘s okay, you’re okay.” while you held the bin, he used one hand to gather your hair, keeping it away from the sick bucket while the other hand rubbed gently up and down your back. “doin’ so good.” you could barely hear him now. his words were muffled and fell against deaf ears as you focused everything on finishing.

he waited until your head rose from the bin before taking it from your grasp, shushing you and helping you towards the bathroom.

sooner or later, he ended up flushing the contents down the toilet, using pieces of kitchen paper and antibacterial spray to wash the bin out while you brushed your teeth.

he’d been praising you the entire way while you stayed silent, sniffling.

it was no secret that the anxiety was eating you from the inside out. he knew this was the hardest part, though. the first time is always the worst but hopefully it was only a bug and it would subside in a couple hours.

once you finished with your teeth, placing the toothbrush against the counter, you turned back to the man. he simply gave you a look of sympathy. “c’mere.”

and you didn’t have to be told twice.

you kept your head hidden in his arms, letting the fat tears fall against your cheeks. you felt so stupid for crying, it only made you cry more. and that caused daryl to shush you. “It’s okay, it’s all over, baby.” though it mightn’t have been, he still chose to keep the positivity. he didn’t judge you for the way you cried like a downright baby, instead, his hands moved to gently caress you, lips pressing kisses against the crown of your head and sweet nothings falling from his lips. “did so good, my brave girl.” and hearing his words did help, it lulled you in a way that beat the anxiety that crawled up your throat.

he waited until you’d calmed down a little before tucking you back into bed.

it didn’t take long for sleep to succumb over you then. he sat with you for many moments after that, gently playing with the loose strands of your hair and not the ones that were stuck to your face.

with the fever that you had, he assumed a headache would only follow.

deciding to be careful enough not to wake you, he crawled out of the bed to grab you some aspirin, knowing you’d need it by the time you woke.

and he was right.

as soon as your eyes had peeled themselves open, you were whining. he couldn’t help but smile at you, such a whiner. but it was okay, because you had him to shush you and coo at you, telling you everything would be alright.

after your relentless whines, he reached over to the television, grasping the remote and switching it on. “what’re we watching?” you asked, yawning to yourself. today had been a long day, and you hadn’t even made it out of bed.

daryl was thankful that carol was taking the kids after school and keeping them for the night. while it was supposed to be for other reasons, he was still glad that he could spend the time with you, even if you were sweating like a pig. “what do you wanna watch?”

“you pick.” nuzzling into him even further.

it was as if his touch could heal all. he still found himself chuckling. “you’re letting me pick? maybe i like sick y/n even more than the better one.”

you tried not to frown. “don’t be mean.”

daryl only laughed to himself, gently pressing a kiss against the frown of your head. “‘m sorry.” now you found yourself rolling your eyes. “your forehead’s still hot.” he commented, lips pressed into a thin line. “we gotta do somethin’ to bring down that temperature.”

you furrowed your brows, looking up at him with doey eyes. “how?”

he ripped the blankets from your body.

“hey!”

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creedslove · 4 months

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have you seen the nye pictures of pedro? the one where he has his arm in one of those slings?

could you write something regarding that about any of the pedro boys? like they break a born or get an injury and they neglect it, not letting you take care of them although they yearn for your care.

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I know anon, poor thing fell down and now he's got surgery coming 🥺 I hope he recovers soon ❤️‍🩹

"Fine! If you don't want me helping you then you can do it yourself!"

• you said angrily as you couldn't believe how stubborn Joel really was. After he injured his shoulder at work, he became unbearable, as all you wanted to do was to help him, but he said no

• you understood that Joel was an independent man, he was strong and was used to doing things on his own, but since he had to wear a sling on his arm, he was having a hard time doing some things but whenever you wanted to help, he simply declined

• he hated that he had to be driven around by everyone and if he had to hear another Driving Miss Daisy joke coming from Tommy he wasn't sure what he was capable of doing

• and the fact you did everything to help him caused him a mix of feelings: on one hand, he was thankful even if it didn't seem, but on the other hand, he felt deeply ashamed of depending on people to do regular things, so even if he wasn't proud of it, he still snapped sometimes

• he ignored when you asked him if he needed help changing clothes or maybe washing his own back during the shower, but he never seemed willing to do so

• it just pained you to see Joel struggling with regular things such as cutting up his own meat during lunch, you didn't like seeing him so helpless and not only that, he also had to keep taking painkillers

• but at the same time, you were running out of patience because you were only trying to help and Joel was being even kinda rude to you, you were feeling so angry so you snapped at him, also you weren't proud of it, but you felt like you reached your limit

"Darlin' I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, I'm just embarrassed about being so useless all the time"

"I'm tired Joel, I don't like seeing in pain and struggling, if I try helping you it's because I love you!"

"I know babe, I really do, I'm sorry, I will try to be a better patient for you, I suck"

"yeah, you suck Joel, but just don't be so rude okay? All I want is to see you alright"

• you placed your arms around his neck and felt how his hand slid down your back and rested on your waist, he smiled shyly at you and nodded, he couldn't resist you and he was acting like a dick, when in reality he should be worshipping you

"you're right, baby girl. I'll be better for you"

• he leaned in and kissed your lips, he wanted to feel you closer, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him and he wasn't going to give you up for a small thing like that

• for once, Joel had to learn it was alright for him to be taken care of instead of having to take everyone under his wing

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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I was the one to ask for the mortician ask and I loved it! I’m in school to become one and I just thought it would be fun since the job isn’t talked about much! So I have another request, how do you think Valeria, Laswell, Rudy, Alejandro whould act when they get jealous and/or their s/o is getting hit on? Thanks!!!!

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Hello! I'm glad you liked it! Becoming a mortician definitely sounds like a lot of work, but I'm wishing you lots of luck! May your future job be very fulfilling for you! Thank you for another request, this one was also pretty fun to do, but then again, I'm just glad I get to write for the characters people don't always write for! Especially the girls!

Alejandro, Rodolfo, Valeria and Laswell When Jealous

Alejandro: Although he knows you’re loyal and would never cheat on him, something does make his blood boil as soon as he sees someone else getting a bit too friendly with you. You’re his and his only, that’s something just about anyone crossing him will come to understand eventually. While he does not want the whole world to know you’re together, he thinks there’s nothing wrong with showing people such when he feels potentially threatened. Walks up to you, uses the most embarrassing nicknames on you and slings an arm around you. Although he usually gets over it fairly quickly, forgetting about the perpetrator as soon as they leave you alone, from time to time, when he’s had a rough day, he might hold a grudge for just a tad bit longer. Even when you’re home, he’ll be a bit more clingy than usual, always has his hands on you whenever he can. The only real reason he can think of where he doesn’t need to feel your attention on him might be when you’re using the bathroom, but other than that, you’re gonna have to deal with him. If you don’t like being touched then he’ll just be standing next to you. Any excuse to spend as much time with you as possible. You’ll get a lot more I love yous out of him, and he does want you to say them back. Alejandro is by no means an insecure person, especially not when it comes to your relationship, but it’s still nice to hear that your loved one won’t leave you for some douchebag you met in the boondocks. Reassure him still, even without being prompted to, and he’ll calm down eventually, releasing you from his grasp. You can tease him about being jealous, but, in the heat of the moment, he might be a little bit mean. He won’t lash out, but might raise his voice for a word or two before lowering it again. Give him some calming touches and spend some time with him alone and he’ll go back to being his usual self in no time, though.

Rodolfo: As soon as he sees someone flirting with you, it can go either of two ways: He’ll either stand next to you and join the conversation, making it quietly known that you’re taken, or he’ll watch for a moment, giving the perpetrator mean glares where they can see him until he thinks the conversation is taking a turn for the worse and will tell the person off. He may not be the tallest, most intimidating man if we go by looks alone, but he’s a sergeant major, he can hold his own and be scary if he needs to be. Rudy gets a bit broody once he’s properly jealous and will stay that way for some time. He gets over it on his own too, don’t worry, but it will take significantly longer if you leave him alone. He won’t mind, but he will appreciate it if you actually approach him, maybe have a chat with him about something while you’re at it. He goes quiet, fully aware he’s jealous and the fact that it’s over essentially nothing. Like Alejandro, he trusts you enough to know you’d never even consider someone that wasn’t him as long as you were together, but still. Sometimes he avoids you because he’s being childish, other times he’ll just stand next to you and try to garner your attention that way. Once you’re alone, he just wants you for himself and will try to strike up a conversation with you about anything he can think of. The more effort you put into trying to keep that conversation going, the quicker he’ll recover. Rudy isn’t a very physically affectionate person normally, but he’ll hint at how you should give him a hug and maybe a kiss too. Since he loves physical affection from the ones he’s close with, it’s a surefire way to calm him down more quickly. Put his face in between your hands, put your foreheads together, tell him how much you love him and how he’s the only one for you and you’ll get yourself a smiley, softer guy. Works like a charm.

Valeria: Not at all one for PDA, but not above telling someone to fuck off either in her usual way. Will also make death threats at the person flirting with you. If she sees you’re uncomfortable with the unwanted attention then she’ll send their remains to their family in a cardboard box. If Valeria wasn’t so scary when mad, it would be kind of funny how pissy she gets when jealous. While she knows very well that you won’t leave her, she absolutely loathes any and all competition there might be. Yes, she won’t sling her arm around you in public, yes, she will shoot anyone who looks at you a certain way for longer than two seconds. As mentioned before, she becomes cranky when jealous, but will also just seek you out. Your attention is for her to enjoy, and you’ll give it to her. If she sees you’re scared she’ll try to tone it down a little bit, but her discomfort will be made known to you. What do you even think of such lowlife? Disgusting creatures that are worth nothing, Valeria is a much better match for you in any regard. Can and absolutely will talk your ear off. Not very insecure either, but insects should stay away from you, in her humble and honest opinion. Behind closed doors you can be a bit more physically affectionate with her, drape yourself over her and use her lap like a throne, singing her praise. This is among the few times where she won’t mind too much physical affection. The more the better, the more you adore her the more easily she’ll return to being her usual, mocking self. When she’s jealous she won’t mock you, she’ll mock whoever made her jealous and be so incredibly mean about it, it’s honestly a bit concerning. However, you get to hear her use more Spanish words to better articulate what she means. Just smile and nod, even if you don’t exactly know what she’s talking about, she appreciates you listening. Agreeing with her is also a good way of calming her down, as well as ensuring that person might live to see another day.

Laswell: Although she’s not a big fan of PDA either, when she can feel the anger bubble up inside of her, she’ll actually put a hand on your shoulder or grab your wrist. Just small gestures that show you’re close with her. Might drag you away if she genuinely does not like that person. But if she’s just jealous because you’re not talking to her, which, granted, barely ever happens, then she’ll just watch the conversation unfold for a bit before butting in. If you weren’t enjoying yourself in the first place, you can count on her to get you away from the creep. If you were having fun, then you can just talk it out like adults, she prefers it that way too, actually. When she’s properly jealous she’ll withdraw herself. While she might not actively avoid you, she tries not to get in your way. Being jealous over essentially nothing is childish, and she’s an older woman, so she really has no reason to act that way. Might become a bit more passive aggressive towards you, but she really means nothing by it. But for that to happen she needs to be extremely ticked off and jealous, otherwise she’ll just keep her usual cool. In her case, since she, in general, isn’t a big fan of too much physical affection, being overly physically affectionate with her might just annoy her some more. Show her your affection through the smaller things, such as baking her a pie or just trying to engage in conversation with her. Even though she’ll love it when you simply sit next to her in silence as well. You want to spend time with her instead of other people, she can recognise that. Laswell appreciates that tremendously. You can also just give her some chocolate if you want to make her feel better. Doesn’t even need to be anything big or fancy, but some pralines definitely wouldn’t hurt. Overall she’s just glad you’d rather spend time with her than some stranger who could never treat you as well as she treats you. You both recognise that, you can both work from there, and you can both be calmer and happier knowing that.

#cod #cod x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #so sleepy again today #but hey! Las Almas gang and Laswell! Heck yeah!#I had to write this since it's a good idea with some good characters!#plus I get to get a better feel for Rudy like this as well!#though I'm also really looking forward to tomorrow's request as well since it sounds like a pretty fun one #anything with König and speaking German is good in my book #if I understood the assignment correctly which I am not actually sure of!#either way have a nice day anon!#also cool emoji! I absolutely adore cherries! definitely among my favorite fruits!

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Full Pogue

Masterlist

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader (both over 18)

TW: 18+, smut, alcohol and weed consumption, piv intercourse, sex in public (kind of?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), I think thats it

Summary: You've had a terrible day and JJ is hell bent on making it better. (requested by my bestie @disturbedbeautywrites I hope I did it justice)

Word Count:2.4k

A/N: re posting bc it wasnt showing up in tags for some reason

JJ knew the second he saw you. He's always had a knack for reading you; your clenched jaw and taut shoulders clue him in immediately. He hates when his girl is stressed. He never wants you to be anything but happy and carefree.

So as soon as you slam the door and throw your bag down instead of hanging it up the way you normally do, he's on his feet moving toward you.

"Hey sunshine, I missed you."

He makes a point not to ask how your day was and you're grateful. He never pushes you to talk, always giving you the option to come to him first.

Usually, his nickname for you earns a smile even on your worst days, so the fact your lips don't quirk up and you don't relax in the slightest has him concerned. He's never seen you this worked up, and he starts formulating a plan immediately.

"Go get changed, we're gonna go out." He smiles, pushing you gently toward your room.

"I'm really not in the mood, JJ."

He nods and takes your hand to pull you along since you don't seem willing to budge on your own.

"I know, and that's exactly why we're going to do it."

You grumble as he drags you behind him, your feet practically cementing themselves in the carpet beneath you.

He gets you in the room and gladly starts packing a swimsuit and a few other things, well aware that you won't do it yourself. Once he has what he needs, he slings the bag over his shoulder and turns to pick you up in a fireman carry.

You squeal as your feet leave the ground and JJ slaps your ass playfully while carrying you outside. He takes you straight down to the HMS Pogue and sets you down before climbing on board.

"JJ what are you doing?"

Your skeptical voice matches the scowl on your face, but JJ doesn't let it deter him.

"I'm on a mission to make you feel better. You know I won't stop until I succeed so you might as well make this easier on both of us and just climb your cute ass in here."

He reaches out and you grab his hand reluctantly, steadying yourself as the boat rocks under you. You take a seat with a huff and cross your arms, making it clear that you're not happy.

"Cheer up, buttercup. We're gonna have a grand ole' time!"

You can't help but match his infectious smile as you settle into what you're sure is going to be an eventful afternoon.

Before you know it, you're floating in the middle of open water with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. Your worries seem far away now, meaningless specks way off in the distance of your mind.

The two of you are doubled over in hysterical laughter as tears roll down your faces. You don't even remember what started it, but it doesn't matter. This is your favorite thing to do, spending time with JJ while the rest of the world and its bullshit melts away.

"Do you think we'll ever get out of here? Like get married and have our own lives without all the small-town drama and class wars?" You ask, and JJ rolls his head to the side to look at you.

You smile as his blonde hair flops around and he licks his lips.

"I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm not going anywhere unless you're coming with me. I'm cool with making my way in the world and getting married, but only if it's to you. It'd be a damn good life, too. I'll get you anything you want. Fancy house, expensive ring; you name it and it's yours."

You stare at his sun-kissed face for a minute and sit up on your elbows.

"You wanna marry me someday and make me a Maybank?" You tease, but JJ doesn't laugh.

"Sunshine, I'll give you my last name today. Just say the word." His tone is serious and you realize the gravity of his words.

"Y/N Maybank. I think I could get used to that." You grin, and JJ kisses your knuckles as comfortable silence blankets you.

A few more minutes go by and JJ stands to start the boat.

"No, I'm having so much fun!" You whine, and he gives you an amused look.

"We're not going back just yet. I have one more thing up my sleeve."

Your eyebrows shoot up and JJ watches as you let smoke billow out of your mouth and inhale with your nose.

"You're wearing a tank top, baby. You don't have sleeves."

Your voice is teasing and he rolls his eyes before turning back to the task at hand.

"Smartass." He mumbles, and your laughter floats through the air as he takes off.

You spend the next twenty minutes trying to figure out where the hell he's taking you. Your eyes widen as he stops next to the cliff he's been dying to jump off of and you look at him.

"No, JJ. You are not doing that!"

You're game for almost anything; hell half the time you're the one putting the stupid ideas in his head to begin with. But staring up at the 50-foot drop-off, even you know this is a bad idea.

"You're right, I'm not. We are." He grins and you look at him like he's grown a second head.

"The hell we are! JJ they're going to find our bodies washed up on the beach!" You exclaim, and he rolls his eyes.

"Well, at least they can say we had fun. Come on."

Before you can protest any further he's tying up the boat and hopping down on the sand, stopping to wait for you. Against your better judgment, you follow after him and start the trek up the rocky cliffside.

Once you're at the top, your legs start wobbling as you peer down at the water below. You can feel your heart rate spike and your breathing becomes shallow.

"JJ, I can't do this. It's too far."

He turns you away from the edge so you're focused on him and his hands come up to rest on the sides of your neck. His long fingers tangle in your hair and you lean into his touch as he grounds you.

"Hey, you trust me right? You know I would never do anything to put you in danger on purpose?"

His hands hold your head in place as you try to look behind you, and after a moment you give up and look back into his eyes.

"Yeah, bu-"

He cuts you off with a kiss and pulls back to rest his forehead against yours.

"But nothing, Sunshine. I'm going to hold your hand the entire time and we'll jump together, okay? Full pogue?"

You take a second to mull over the idea before saying 'fuck it' and nodding.

"Full pogue."

The smile that lights up his face is blinding and he gives you a fiery kiss. Your mouths mesh together as his tongue traces over your bottom lip, and you let him in.

Your tongues massage against each other, fighting for dominance until you're out of breath and he pulls back.

"That's my girl. Come on."

He pulls you to the edge slowly and you take a deep breath while trying not to think about your imminent death. What's the point of life if you're not really living, right?

True to his word, JJ's hand never leaves yours and he starts to count down from ten. When he gets to three your hand squeezes his with a vice grip and as soon as he gets to one, you jump without a second thought.

Time stands still as you free-fall and it seems like an eternity before you plunge into the warm water. JJ slips from your grip upon impact and you swim to the surface, eyes darting around as you try to find him.

Panic starts to rise when you don't see his golden head of hair, but a few seconds later he resurfaces and you sigh a breath of relief.

Now that it's over, all the adrenaline and emotion come rushing in at once and you let out a loud 'whoop'.

JJ laughs victoriously, a crazed look in his eye as he swims over to you. You've done a lot of crazy shit, but none of it has ever felt as insane as that.

"Holy shit, baby. We did it!" He cheers and you wrap him up in your arms.

The two of you just stare at each other, your hearts racing and adrenaline coursing through your veins in a near-lethal dose. You seem to have the idea at the same time as your lips come back together in a heated kiss.

Your teeth clash, saltwater and beer mingling on your tastebuds. You let out a moan and cling to JJ like your life depends on it.

The waves toss you around, submerging your heads underwater periodically as you float and make out without a care in the world.

After a few minutes, he breaks away and the two of you start swimming to shore at lightning speed. You only get to about chest-deep water before he stops you, and your body crashes into his at the sudden force of being pulled back.

His mouth covers yours as he paws at your top, pulling the string behind your back and tossing it in the water. His hands slide up your waist and he runs his thumbs on the underside of your breasts as you moan.

"Are we really doing this?" You ask between kisses, and the way he presses his bulge into your hip answers the question for you.

His mouth trails down your neck, sucking dark spots into the flesh and you throw your head back to grant him better access.

Everything is rushed, the prospect of getting caught nagging the back of your minds. You feel his hand slip into your swim bottoms and let out a sharp gasp. There's so much happening, and your body is in overdrive.

The ocean laps at your skin, waves crashing into you, and the warm sun beats down further warming your already scorching hot skin. You can feel the sand as it shifts under your feet, and everything combined is intoxicating.

There's still weed and alcohol in your system, heightening even the smallest sensation. You don't know what to pay attention to, so you surrender to the moment and just let yourself be consumed by it all.

JJ wraps your legs around his waist and sinks into you, both of you releasing a sharp gasp. Your nails bite into his shoulders as he supports you, the sensation of him filling you up euphoric.

You aren't sure when he pulled his trunks down or untied your bottoms, but as he starts moving slowly, you can't bring yourself to care.

"Fuck, JJ."

Your voice is breathless as you cry out and he pulls you tighter against him. He leans into the waves, allowing them to rock the both of you and your eyes roll back.

It feels heavenly, a whole new experience, and you suddenly can't remember why the two of you have never done this before.

"I know, baby. Shit, you feel like you were made for me."

His voice is raspy and it sends pleasure straight to your core. His head drops to the crook of your neck when you clench around him and you both know this isn't going to last long.

One of his hands snakes around your back and holds the back of your neck to keep you upright, while the other one dips down to where your bodies meet.

You choke on a broken moan when he starts rubbing your clit just the way you like, and the drugs in your system elevate the electricity shooting through you. Every nerve ending is buzzing like a live wire and you can feel yourself hurtling toward your climax.

JJ can sense this and speeds up slightly, chasing his own end as well.

"Come on, sunshine. Let me feel you come around my cock. Can you do that for me?"

You whimper at the desperation in his tone and your mouth drops open as white-hot fire spreads from your center all the way down to the tips of your fingers. JJ isn't far behind, your own release triggering his.

You feel his hips stutter as he paints your walls and he bites down on your collarbone to maintain some form of self-control.

Your bare chest heaves against his as the two of you take labored breaths, trying to come back down to earth. Your vision slowly focuses and when you finally look at him, he's already staring at you with a loving smile.

"There she is. Hi, pretty girl. You doing okay?"

You manage to nod and he peppers your face with kisses before carrying you toward shore.

"JJ my swimsuit!" You remind him and he chuckles while holding up one of his hands.

"Right here, baby."

He gets you to waist-deep water before setting you down and his arms steady you as your legs wobble. Your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders and he slips your top over your head before reaching behind you to tie it.

Once it's secure, he re-situates your bottoms and checks to make they're not going to fall off and looks back up at your face. There's a pink hue on your cheeks, a combination of leftover flush and sunburn. He thinks it's stunning.

His lips press to your cheekbones gently and you smile at the sweet gesture.

"Let's head back before the group gets worried." JJ suggests and you nod while taking his hand.

The walk back to the boat is leisurely, neither of you is in much rush to end your magical day just yet.

The sun is starting to set on the horizon and you stare at JJ as he's covered in pink and orange hues. He looks angelic and loves explodes in your chest.

"You're so pretty." You mutter contently, and he looks over at you with raised brows.

"I'm supposed to tell you that." He teases and you shrug.

"Well, you deserve to hear it too. I love you."

Your arms wrap around his torso and you turn your head to the side to rest it betwen his shoulder blades as he steers the boat, wanting nothing more than to be close to him.

"Love you too, sunshine."

#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff #outerbanks #outerbanks fic #outerbanks smut #outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks smut #jj maybank imagine

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can I ask some Octavinelle x gn!reader?

It can be whatever u want! Angst, fluffy, yandere, smut… I just want some Octavinelle, if you do, thank you in advance <3

I don't think I've done yandere for them before, I'll go with that.

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x Reader

Tags: yandere behavior, forceful kissing, tracking, love bombing, emotional manipulation, cuddles, gaslighting, texting, stalking, love letters

A/N: Yandere goes so well with these three, a match made under the sea. And appropriate for MerMay.

YANDERE!AZUL

Doesn't threaten you nor is he violent with you, or anyone else for that matter

He doesn't need to be, he will wear you down slowly, sending you lots of love letters every day in fact

Always sitting next to you in class, paying more attention to you then to the professor and passing you more cute love notes

Insistent that you go to the upcoming dance with him, he even makes a contract for you to sign, which you find odd because you know what kind of deals Azul usually makes

It's not something to be taken lightly

When he sees how hesitant you are he asks you if anyone else asked you yet, knowing that they didn't, they'd signed his contracts long before

Because no one else asked you, because no one wanted to he tried to tell you that its because all of them know that they're not good enough for you, but he is, he has always been the perfect gentleman for you hasn't he? Yes, he has, he's been there for you every day

When you agree to go with him, he gives you the contract again, and you not realizing that you were signing your company to him, not just for the dance but for the rest of your life, sign it

YANDERE!JADE

Is an absolute sweetheart to you

You can't pinpoint why others are weary of him, he's always smiling at you, complimenting you and helping you out when you need it

Which somehow happens to be just when he's around. Something that he always attributes to his good timing, you can see him be cool

He always calls you to tell you good night and is clingy first thing in the morning, slinging his arm around you and kissing your cheek as a greeting

Not shy about PDA at all, he seems to rather enjoy when others see how in love the two of you are, almost as if he always plans it

Kissing you in the hallway, right before class begins, during gym class and holding your hand during lunch break

Constantly compliments you, he has a seeming endless amount of praise for you that he will throw at you whenever he feels like you're not giving him enough attention and then suddenly he will stop

He will never call it punishment but the silent treatment after so much loving words always feels you empty on the inside and you know you did something wrong and running to him to say you're sorry

YANDERE!FLOYD

Very heavy on the stalking and memorizing your scheduele

He always offers to walk you back to your dorm, just to make sure that no one weird follows you home, you know, other then him... that was a joke, you're supposed to laugh

Weather you want to kiss him or not you'll find his lips on yours, his tongue coaxing out a moan from you

Frequently takes you out on dates even when you're tired, always carrying you back to his bed and cuddling with you until morning

Pretty insistent on having dates at least twice a week but his favorite time if when school's out on Saturdays and Sundays so he can have you all to himself

Gaslights you quite a bit when you complain, saying how he feels hurt that you don't want to spend time with your boyfriend, even though he brushes off both his brother and his best friend to spend time with you

Its not like he's asking you to never go out with your friends, just let him know where you are

If that doesn't work and you don't call him he will find you pretty easily by tracking you through the shell necklace he bought you for your anniversary

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toomuchracket · 3 months

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love potion (sweetheart!george x reader fluff)

george's gf gets a new perfume and he's obsessed. short and sweet. day 2 of valentine's week. enjoy <3

you drop your bag onto the desk before you slide into your seat. yawning, you pull your textbooks and pencil case from the bag, taking out a pen and tapping it against the front of your exercise book while you wait for the rest of the class and the teacher to file in.

well, while you wait for one specific person to walk in. it doesn't turn out to be a long one, though; luckily - and characteristically, you suppose - he's on time.

“i recognise that rhythm, you little thief,” george's smile is audible as he walks behind you to get to his own seat, and a big one appears on your own face at the sound of his voice. he winks at you as he stands and pulls his books from his bag, and you can't help but grin. “sorry for making you sit through band practice for so long on saturday that you memorised my drum part, baby.”

“s'ok. i like watching you play,” you turn in your chair as george sits next to you, leaning on the back of your seat and looking adoringly at him. “i think it's hot.”

your boyfriend smirks at you, shuffling his chair closer to yours and slinging an arm around your shoulders. “i think you're hot. morning, angel,” he leans in to kiss your cheek, but snaps back to look at you almost as soon as his lips meet your skin, eyes wide. “what is that?”

“what's what? have i gone patchy?” your brow furrows, and you rifle in your blazer pocket for the compact mirror you know you picked up before you left for school. strange - you thought you'd done a decent job with your makeup, for a monday morning. “seriously, g, is there something weird going on with my face? tell me, please.”

he doesn't answer, just closes his eyes slowly and lightly nods the way he does when he's processing.

it makes you panic. “george!”

your boyfriend jumps. “hmm? nah, you're gorgeous. sorry, angel, what i mean is… what's that smell?” george practically shoves his whole face into your neck and inhales deeply. you giggle, slightly nervous of being caught engaging in pda, and gently shove him off you; he sits back and smiles at you, eyes dazed. “did you get new perfume, or something?”

“oh,” you touch your neck almost self-consciously, nails grazing the pulse point you'd spritzed onto just under an hour ago. “yeah, when i went into manchester with mum yesterday. gucci.”

“ooh, posh,” he smirks, laughing when you elbow him and leaning back in his seat quite attractively. “smells amazing, though. i really like it.”

“yeah?”

george nods. “yeah,” he sits up again, nuzzling into you and inhaling the fragrance a second time. “gonna stay like this for the rest of the day, thanks. maybe for the rest of time, in fact.”

you giggle. “you're an idiot, babe.”

“only cos you're irresistible,” george takes a final sniff of your perfume before moving to sit properly. “you and that perfume. gonna be a struggle keeping my hands off you all day.”

“nah,” you ruffle his hair. “ the novelty'll wear off soon. you’ll be fine.”

oh, how wrong you are.

that first class - the only one you actually have with george today - is fine, albeit your boyfriend constantly leaning closer to you “just so i can see the board without that guy’s massive head in the way, babe”, despite him never having complained about an obstructed view before. you don't say anything, just nod and bite back your grin and do your best to focus on your work; easier said than done, when george’s lips are only inches from your own. if you just turned your head…

jesus. what is up with the two of you?

he does kiss you, though, when the bell rings at the end of class. that in itself isn't unusual - despite your aversion to pda, you know everyone's too busy rushing to shove everything back in their schoolbags and make it to next period to be looking at you and george - but you do let yourself linger against his lips for a little bit longer than usual before pulling away.

actually, it's george who breaks the kiss first. “you're trying to kill me, aren't you?” he breathes, helping you up from your seat and wrapping you into a hug. “wearing that perfume, kissing me like that. and here i thought you were a nice girl.”

you laugh, leading him towards the door. “well, babe, you know what they say - always the quiet ones.”

“yeah,” george hugs you again when you reach the corridor; you giggle when he, yet again, deliberately takes a breath of your perfume. “see you later, angel. don't miss me too much.”

“i should be saying that to you!” you scoff, ruffling his hair. “bye, baby.”

you pass your boyfriend again an hour later, on opposite sides of the art corridor. a cheeky grin appears on his face when he spots you from a few feet away, and judging by the warmth in your cheeks you reckon there's a flush forming on yours. it's busy, two parallel currents of people coursing up and down to their respective next classes, but george still takes a second to lean over and kiss your head when you get near enough to each other. “you smell amazing!” he shouts, as you separate again.

“oh my god, stop it!” you call back, elbowing your suddenly-hysterical friends and turning to walk even faster towards the languages department. george’s laugh is audible, even as you move; he shuts up abruptly, though, and you hear (in quick succession) a bashing noise, your friends’ giggles turning to gasps, and the stern voice of the head of art. you're too far away to hear what she’s saying, but it can't be anything good. you wince. “someone tell me what just happened. i can't look.”

“i think,” jodie's shoulders are shaking, a telltale sign of her trying to keep from laughing. “george might have just walked straight into the door because he was too distracted by you, and miss malone's giving him shit for it.”

“what?!”

“and yet,” saira smirks. “he's still trying to look back at you.”

you shake your head, trying your best not to smile. “idiot boy.”

and you're sure to call george that to his only slightly bruised face at 3pm, when he swans out of the music corridor doors towards you, waiting with folded arms, cocked hip, and knowing smirk. you pull him into a hug. “i can't believe you walked into a fucking door.”

“don't you fucking start,” george groans, doing his best to lean down and hide his face in your hair for a second, before leading you towards the gates. “s'your fault i did it, anyway. and also that i fucked up in double music.”

“oh, piss off, it was not my- wait,” you stop dead in your tracks, turning round to gawk at your boyfriend. “did you just say you fucked up in music?”

he frowns, only speeding up his walking to the point he's less holding your hand than dragging you behind him down the street. your jaw drops. “you fucked up in music. you? george daniel? you fucked up?”

“if you mention it to literally anyone, i'm never giving you a lift anywhere ever again.”

you kiss his cheek. “alright. i'm sorry, baby. but… how?”

george sighs. “kept falling out of time because i got distracted thinking about your new perfume.”

“you being serious?”

“dead,” he nods. a tiny smile appears on his pretty face. “teacher kept asking me if i was ill. that's how bad it was.”

“oh my god,” you sling his arm over your shoulder, looking up at him with a grin. “maybe you are. maybe you're having some weird allergic reaction to it, and it's giving you brain fog.”

“but then why would i want to keep snuggling with you?”

you shrug. “seeking comfort because you're poorly? i don't know.”

“hmm, you could be right. maybe i am ill,” george ponders. without warning, he turns you in towards him and begins pressing kisses all over your face and making you giggle. “i think i'm lovesick.”

you shove your bag further up your shoulder and wrap your arms around george's neck. “god, how awful. what's the cure?” you sigh dramatically.

he grins, one of the shit-eating variety. “a snog from my girl.”

“oh, i think we can manage that,” you lean up on your tiptoes and press your lips to your boyfriend's, sighing into his mouth when his tongue traces your lower lip. george’s kisses always leave you dazed, and this is no exception - he has to hold your hips to keep you from wobbling too much when you break apart, breathing heavily. “wow. you cured?”

“nah, think i need a second dose when we get back to mine,” george smiles. “once my homework's done, that is.”

your eyes widen. “ok, maybe you are actually genuinely ill.”

“i'm serious!” george tugs you onto his street. “get all the distractions out the way first, so i can focus on what really matters: snogging you.”

“right,” you nod, biting your lip so you don't laugh, as george digs around his pockets for his house key. he kisses your cheek as he ushers you inside, and you preen at the sweet gesture. “well, we'll see how much we get done, babe.”

“all of it. i'm determined. even chemistry.”

you kiss his head as he bends to unlace his shoes, unconvinced he’ll have the willpower. “sure, sweetheart, whatever you say.”

for the second time in a day, though, you're proven wrong. george powers through his work in a couple of hours, sliding everything off his bed once he's finished with the most smug face you think you've ever seen. “time for my lovesick meds, i think.”

“alright. but you better not be thinking about me in one of those slutty nurse halloween costumes,” you say, getting up from the bed to grab something from your bag.

there's a muffled noise from behind you, which you figure is george face-planting into a pillow. “well, i am now,” he sighs, leaning round to look at you, and sits bolt upright when he sees you spritzing perfume onto your wrists and neck. “is that…?”

“it is,” you wander back over to the bed, climbing onto your boyfriend's lap and resting your arms on his shoulders. his make do with rubbing your thighs through your tights. “your favourite.”

george smiles. “nah,” before you can even react, he flips the two of you so you're lying beneath him. “you're my favourite. i love you.”

“i love you,” you pout your lips, and george takes the hint. he kisses you, long and slow and sloppy, teeth pulling at each other's lips, tongues licking into each other's mouths, hands trailing and cupping and squeezing and caressing, brains getting hazier by the second as the oxygen leaves and the dopamine sets in. you gasp when you feel his lips move across your jaw and down your neck, pressing soft kisses before settling on a recently-discovered spot that drives you mad, while his deft fingers work to remove your tie and unbutton the top buttons of your blouse - he pulls the fabric aside slightly and continues to trail kisses down, soaking up the drip trail of your perfume and gently biting when he reaches the edge of your bra. softly moaning, you card your fingers through his hair. “george.”

quick as a flash, he's hovering over you again, stroking your cheek. “you alright, angel? is there something you want?”

“yeah,” you breathe, twisting to kiss the tip of his thumb - and savouring the way his breath catches in his throat - before smiling your sexiest smile. “close the door.”

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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Hey! Idk if you do extensions on previous works, but if you do I would love to request an extension for your hangman getting all shy around his crush who is his WSO story :)

(This is my first time requesting so I hope I’m following all the rules/doing it properly! I’m so sorry if I’m not! Also, please feel free to ignore this if you don’t feel inspired or if you have too many requests!)

You know how in the movie when they had those briefings/meetings the WSO and their pilots sit together? I can picture hangman being all chivalrous and pulling out the chair for his WSO and being all ‘I saved you a seat! Only if you want though…’ and being all blushy when she sits down and he keeps trying to focus on the meeting but he can’t. And all the other daggers are watching like ‘who are you and what did you do with hangman???’/giving him knowing looks because it’s obvious how down bad he is!

Sorry if this is too specific, and feel free to ignore this! :)💗💗

Your squadron gets semi jumbled as you file through the door to the classroom, but somehow you manage to fall in line after Jake. You two seem to have developed magnetic charges in the short time you've been his backseater, you're always one step behind him or he's brushing his shoulder against your own when he passes.

He heads for a spot in the front row of seats, the cushy blue chair looking like heaven after being crammed into a fighter jet for two hours. You're about to drift left to sit beside Natasha when Jake turns to gesture to the row he's standing beside, "Here y'go, darlin'. Take the far one."

You're not sure why he's insisting on the seat closer to the wall rather than the aisle for you; maybe he wants to chat with Rooster across the way. Said pilot is whispering something to Coyote beside him, and the two snicker while shooting Jake a sneaky glance. Whatever the reason, you let Jake usher you into the seat right of the aisle, and he settles right beside you in front of the podium.

You sink into the seat with a grateful thank-you, but it's interrupted by a sharp creak from the old chair you've put your weight on. It's a loud, awkward sound, and most heads in the room turn to look at you curiously. You try not to feel embarrassed, after all it's not your fault the chair is unstable, but Jake stands abruptly from his own chair at the commotion.

"Here, swap." He offers, his charming smile on full display, "You want the quiet one?"

"Oh, it's okay," You assure Jake, flattered by his chivalry as he reaches for your hand to pull you out of the chair, "It's just creaky, I can live with it."

"Don't worry about it," He dismisses your evasion tactics, gesturing to his previous seat that's now wide-open, "Come on darlin', this way you can see the screen better. Don't want you to miss anything."

Your second round of thanks to him is mumbled slightly as you hoist yourself up and over the divider between your seats, settling into the slightly warm cushions that Jake had just evacuated. The chair beside you creaks even louder than before at Jake's broad frame resting on its worn parts, but he owns the mishap far smoother than you had, clearing his throat with an amused smirk on his face and slinging his arm around the back of your chair.

There's a round of chuckles that pass through the mostly-silent classroom at his dramatic antics, and you're not surprised that Bradley takes the opportunity to pick at Jake.

"Thank god you two switched. Y/N smells much nicer than you, Hangman, and that chair'll drown out whatever bullshit comes out of your mouth."

There is, in fact, a rather loud creak as Jake leans towards Bradley to retaliate. However, you're more focused on the large hand that's come to fall against your thigh, slight pressure put just above your knee as Hangman leans over you to speak.

"You wanna talk about smells, Bradshaw, everyone knows your therapist is a bottle. Christ, walking past you smells like a closing shift at the Hard Deck."

"Alright!" Natasha's quick to step in, having seen many similar conversations take unfortunate nosedives, "Alright, you two both drink too much, and everybody smells like sweat in here. Okay? Just back down."

Hangman concedes with a tight clench to his jaw, and when he leans back into his seat, his face passes by yours. He sends you a sheepish smile, squeezing gently at your thigh before releasing it as his back presses to the creaky chair once more.

"Sorry about that," He keeps his voice hushed, attention turned to the front when Maverick finally steps through the doors, "He likes pissing me off."

"And it works," You chuckle, nudging his shoulder teasingly with your own, "Don't let him get to you, Hangman. Phoenix was right, we all smell like shit."

Maverick begins his makeshift lecture and drowns out whatever Jake could have mustered up in response, but the two of you each wear matching grins as your class session begins. There's no need for a verbal response as he nudges your thigh with the knuckle of his pointer finger: 'thanks'.

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willowser · 2 years

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today i am thinking about. like. soulmate/arranged marriage au with bakugou.

it's common to get married once you find your pre-destined other half, bc there isn't anyone else out there for you, anyway, and it takes a little while for you and him to come across one another. late twenties even, and by this time, you're both so sure you're defective and that it will never happen and have given up completely on ever knowing what love is.

(you — a painfully average human being — having to be pried from your car after a minor accident. by pro-hero dynamight. and he touches you and you touch him and an oven timer goes off in your head. some box is checked deep inside your heart. both of you, at the exact same time, think: oh. it's you.

and then you're left standing at an intersection, awkwardly staring at one another as you're swarmed by media and fans and the other driver of the car, who is demanding all your insurance information.)

your wedding night is — boring; you sleep with your back to one another and don't say much beyond half-hearted conversation. he looks angry or deep in thought 99% of the time, frowning, and even though you knew that from seeing him on tv for years, it's more intimidating up close and in your face.

dynamight — bakugou — is gone a lot of the time, with work, leaving you alone in his nice three-bedroom more often than not. it's comforting almost, because you don't particularly feel anything for this man and you're allowed to expand in his space without being under his metallic gaze, making it your own as you please.

it's not unusual for you to fall asleep without him in a big, empty bed, untouched and unbothered — though he doesn't do either even when he's in it. he keeps his distance and you want him to, for now at least; you kissed once during the ceremony and a handful of times after that, when it felt right: after he made you dinner, two weeks into your marriage; when he got in from dubai after being gone for 12 days; you met kirishima and ashido recently — finally, they said — and he'd surprised you in the garage afterwards, leaning a little more into it than he typically does, though you think his two, small glasses of something amber and sweet at dinner might have helped with that.

not this morning though. because you'd been more than half asleep and hadn't even noticed him all night and therefore weren't even prepared to say goodbye. a hand at on your shoulder, maybe, before he left and then —

and then mina called. to tell you what happened. what hospital. how bad it was.

"he's uh—" you're blank, voice lost under the chatter of the emergency room, blinking at the receptionist in surprise. all the beeping and the squeak of shoes across the linoleum, the hurried instruction and calls for clear! are making you — "bakugou, he's uh—katsuki is—"

you're feeling a lot of things, and nothing, all at once. mostly regret, furious with yourself at the simple fact that you didn't even wake up properly to tell him goodbye, to have a nice day, that you never do. it's been almost half a year and you haven't even called him by his first name to his face, haven't given him permission to call you by yours. he's never seen you naked and you've been too scared to know if you even wanted him to.

you've been complacent in the distance and now it's getting further and further, as a machine flatlines just down the hall.

"my wife,"

when you turn, katsuki's standing across the lobby, peeking out from a room that's much quieter, that looks less intense. half of his face is bandaged up and his arm is in a sling, but — he looks —

"she's my wife," he croaks again, and mina appears, too, cringing under the heated glare he gives her. "told you 'm fine."

you feel a lot of things, all at once, but when he fixes you with his sleepy, half-lidded gaze, blinking soft and slow and gentle, you think: oh. of course it's you.

#i know this is not at all how an er is LOL #but this was supposed to be done in a snap and i wasnt too worried about background details #ANYWAY — arranged marriage au WHEN #he's so good for it and i cant really explain why #it's like the promise of having someone but still having to make them fall in love with you idka djhehwkqkq #bakugou drabble #i guess !!!#✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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morfiveuscxo · 6 months

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SOBER THOUGHTS, satoru gojo

drunk!!satoru gojo x fem!!reader summary: Satoru Gojo stumbles into y/n's house at 2 in the morning shit-faced leading to some untimely late-night confessions. tw!! mild swearing, drunk gojo, steamy scenes? nothing too serious don't worry!! alcohol abuse, FLUFF (like a shit ton of it). Over 3,000 words :))) notes: I'm so fucking obsessed with this man how do I make it stop?!

y/n shakenly stood from her warm bed, pupils the size of peas as she reached into her bedside drawer to pull out a handgun she kept hidden there.

It was 2 in the morning and she had been awakened to the sound of the handle on her front door rattling. At first, she tried to ignore it- her front door is locked so she shouldn't have to worry about anyone getting into her home.

But then she heard the turn of her lock and the sound of her squeaky front door being pushed open.

She had hoped that she would never have to use the handgun she kept in her bedside drawer. She still didn't plan on using it on the intruder- she was simply going to scare them away with it.

Gritting her teeth, she crept down her stairs- gun drawn. Her mind started to wander with the fear that maybe the gun wouldn't scare the intruder off. What would she do then? She definitely doesn't have the guts to shoot anyone.

She hoped that her instinct would kick in if something like that were to ever happen. She hoped that if it came down to it she would protect herself instead of just standing there like a coward.

Stumbling could be heard from her kitchen- only adding to the pooling anxiety in her stomach. The kitchen is the worst place an intruder could go- there are weapons everywhere in kitchens.

Gulping, she edged towards the kitchen, hands shaking. She paused for a moment to try and calm her nerves before turning the corner into the kitchen. If she wanted to be threatening she couldn't look terrified at the mere fact of holding a gun.

A determined look appears in her dark gaze and she steps to the side with the gun pointed at the intruder. However, she wasn't expecting the sight of a familiar figure going through her fridge.

"Wha- Satoru?"

No longer was adrenaline pumping through her veins as she locked onto who it was that was going through her fridge. The tall man flinched in surprise at her small voice, turning his head to look at her with a handful of candyfloss grapes in his hands.

The motion sensor fridge light barely lit up the kitchen but she could still catch the many details of his face. He wasn't wearing his usual black blindfold that concealed his striking blue eyes- instead, he wore his round-shaped shades. Due to this, his white hair hung down his face messily.

Despite that he still looked as beautiful as ever to her.

But even then, with the harsh hue of the fridge light- she could assess quite quickly that he had been drinking. A goofy smile appears on his face as he swallows a grape with a notable gulp.

"y/n!!"He exclaimed, shoving the remainder of the grapes into the fridge.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she dropped her arm that was holding the gun. The adrenaline disappears and she is reminded of just how tired she is. It's 2 in the morning and she had been working all day with little sleep- she should be sleeping right now.

"Why did I ever give you a spare key?"She grumbled to herself as she pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. --"I could have shot you, Satoru!!"She exclaimed- setting the gun carefully onto her kitchen work surface.

He only scoffed and swatted a hand in the air as he walked towards her. --"Oh please- we both know the bullet wouldn't even touch me."He spoke through slurred words.

As he approached closer- she crinkled her nose up, getting a large whiff of the alcohol he had so clearly been abusing earlier in the night.

" 'missed you..."He purred as he stopped in front of her, slinging his arms around her shoulders and resting his forehead against her collarbone.

"How drunk are you?"She mumbled softly, lifting a hand to rest tentatively against the back of his head. She was worried. Gojo isn't a massive drinker, he barely drinks alcohol. In fact, he only drank it when he was upset or feeling vulnerable.

He hummed comedically against her shoulder and lifted a hand up in front of her face- his fingers pinching the air. --"Only a little."He responded.

A sigh leaves her lips and she lifts her hands to rest on his shoulders- pushing him back slightly so she can look at his face properly. --"Alright come on you big idiot."She mumbled, grabbing ahold of his wrist and tugging him deeper into the kitchen.

Satoru stood swaying on his feet as he watched her search her cupboards for something in particular. His drunken gaze looked her up and down, a fond smile growing on her face.

y/n was in her pyjama's. She wore a sky-blue baggy shirt that Satoru was certain was his. (He would often come over to watch movies with her if he had no one else to bother so her wardrobe was probably actually filled with quite a few of his shirts). Along with the baggy shirt she wore a pair of banana patterned pyjama shorts. Her long dark hair was messy and poofy with volume.

He thought she looked beautiful.

"You look pretty."He spoke suddenly as she had her head in a cupboard. Her eyes widened in surprise- surprised so much that she banged her head atop the cupboard with a bang.

She cussed at herself and pulled her head out from the cupboard- rubbing a hand against the top of her head as she glanced over to the drunk standing in her kitchen.

Not sure how to respond to that, she decided to ignore it and instead grabbed ahold of a plastic cup to fill it up with water. Clearing her throat, she turned to him and held the cup out for him.

He eyed the cup blankly.

"I mean it..."He mumbled to her, his gaze switching back to look at her. She swallows as his shades slip down the bridge of his nose a little, allowing his striking blue eyes to meet her dark ones.

A beat of silence passes them as her cheeks go red. Swallowing, she clears her throat again and pushes the cup of water into his hand.

"Drink."She demands. He eyes the cup in his hand for a moment- seeming to deliberate something in his mind for a moment.

"no."He finally mumbles, setting the cup of water onto the worksurface. y/n sighs and drags a hand down her face in irritation. --"Satoru-"

He cuts her off by pressing a hand to her mouth- her words coming out muffled. Her eyes widened in outrage as she slapped his hand away from her face.

"You did not just-"She snaps. But she goes completely silent when both of Satoru's hands suddenly pressed to her cheeks- his face moving incredibly close to hers.

Her heart paused- pupils dilating as his face got close to hers. Heat rushed to her cheeks and her eyes went wind at the invasion. Another beat of silence passed them as neither of them spoke.

"W-What are you doing?"She finally murmured, voice shaky with nerves. Gojo didn't answer for a moment, his adams apple bobbing slightly.

"needed you to stop talking..."He mumbled, his alcohol-infested breath fanning her face. His voice made her stomach do flips despite the disgusting breath he was currently harbouring.

His face then suddenly got even closer to hers- their noses basically brushing. She gulped notably, chest heaving slightly with nerves. His tongue slips out to moisten his lips as his striking blue eyes drink her up from behind his round shades.

And then he said something that was almost like glass smashing to y/n. Something that made her heart stutter in her chest. Something that made butterflies sprout in her stomach. Something that immediately woke her up from her previous sleepy deliriousness.

"I love you, y/n."

She shook her head softly but he kept a firm grip on her cheeks. --"And I know you love me too..."He continued as she continued to shake her head, tears sprouting in her eyes. With embarrassment or humiliation? She wasn't sure.

"No- you're drunk, Satoru.."She whispered, voice shaky as she tried to take a step back from him only for her back to meet the edge of her kitchen counter.

Satoru took the opportunity to cage her into the counter with his arms. --"m'yeah."He grumbled in response to her words- moving his face close to hers again. --"Why d'you think I have the guts to confess?"He slurred.

Her hands rested palm first against the cold worksurface, chest heaving as she stared up at him. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to stop the quivering as he leaned closer- making sure she couldn't escape from his cagey embrace.

Part of her wanted to deny his claims but she didn't. She could never lie to Satoru. --"H-How did you-?"She stuttered out. neck going red with humiliation.

"Nanami told me..."He mumbled.

Nanami. That little shit-

y/n worked with Nanami back when he was still working for an office. She met Satoru not long after meeting Nanami because at that point he was still trying to convince Nanami to continue as a jujutsu sorcerer.

At the time, Gojo took a strange liking to her and exchanged numbers with her. They grew closer and he wound up telling her about the jujutsu world. Even after Nanami left to become a jujutsu sorcerer, she kept in close contact with both him and Gojo.

In fact, she kept in such close contact with Gojo that he would bring her back souvenirs from his missions if he was going far away. She even gave him a spare key to her apartment after he started complaining that he would sometimes have to wait ages before giving her the thing he brought back for her due to her busy work life.

After she gave him the spare key he started to leave the souvenirs either on her bed or kitchen counter, sometimes even leaving little handwritten notes to let her know that they were from him. (Despite her knowing they were from him- Nanami never bought her souvenirs like Satoru did).

"Was out drinking wi'him."He mumbled drunkenly, his voice starting to trail off slightly as he lifted one of his hands to pull his shades off, setting them on the counter beside her.

"you shouldn't drink so much..."She spoke in a concerned tone. --"y-you only drink when you're upset..."She mumbled, blinking up at him with worry.

Satoru was surprised she even noticed that detail about him. He rarely drunk around y/n enough for her to even notice if he was sad or happy. He truly never noticed how observant she was.

Fueled by his drunken state, he shrugged. --"was sulking over you."He mumbled the confession. Her eyebrows pull together in confusion, forcing him to elaborate.

"love you..."He whispered again, his eyes holding a certain exhaustion. --"Didn't think you felt...same."He slurred. suddenly leaning his head down to rest against hers.

"That's why Nanami told me..." he muttered- his crystal blue eyes staring into her soul. A pang of guilt hit her.

"You were drinking because of...me?"She murmured, heart sinking slightly. He hummed, leaning down slightly so that his lips ghosted hers. She flinches slightly in surprise.

"I love you..."He whispered again, his voice sending a shiver down her spine and making her momentarily forget about his alcohol-induced breath. --"Do you love me?"He muttered, despite already knowing the answer.

He just wanted to hear her say it.

A few tense seconds pass as she feels him close in closer to her- her back pressing into the edge of the counter. There was no escaping him.

"yes..."

That singular world was all the confirmation he needed to fully close the gap between them. His lips met hers in a desperate embrace, his hands moving from the edges of the counter to slide up her arms and to her face.

The second their lips touched, she held her breath- heart pausing with fright and anxiety. Satoru had wanted to kiss her for so long and he was making sure that she knew that by how fast his lips moved desperately with hers.

Slowly, her heart started to calm as it seemed to beat in synchronisation with his. And despite wanting to screw her face up at the taste of sake on his lips- she just couldn't bring herself to break from his embrace and instead slid her hands up to his white fluffy hair.

The once sweet kiss slowly started to turn heated as she lightly tugged at his white locks. A groan leaves his mouth, hands suddenly sliding down to her thighs.

A noise of surprise leaves her lips as she feels him suddenly pick her up into his arms, their lips disconnecting momentarily. He lifts her up onto the kitchen counter, parting her legs with his hands so he could stand between them.

Her chest started to heave again- this time from a lack of breath. Not that, that stopped her when he smashed his lips back onto hers. Heat rises to her cheeks in surprise when feeling his tongue start to poke around the space between her lips.

And against her better judgment- she parted her lips, allowing the pink muscle to slip into her mouth.

Satoru rested his hands on her hips, fingers bunching up the fabric of her shorts as he grunts. The addition of his tongue plus the grip on her hips has a soft moan coming from her- so quiet that Satoru barely even caught it.

The noise eggs him on. He disconnects their lips to press open-mouthed kisses to the naval of her neck. Short gasps leaves her lips as she feels him start to suck a bruise into her skin.

The pleasure she got from that move is what ultimately made her eyes widen as she suddenly remembered how they got into this whole situation in the first place.

"n-no.."She mumbled softly as Satoru continued to press wet kisses across her neck. She swallows and drops her hands to his shoulders so she can push him back lightly.

"Satoru you're drunk..."She mumbled, a little out of breath due to the making out. She wanted this to go further, obviously, but Satoru was still very drunk. He's not sober enough to consent.

"I know.." he mumbled, attempting to go back to kissing her neck. She shook her head and pushed him back again. --"No, honey- you're not sober."She mumbled softly- lifting her hands to rest on his cheeks- holding his head in place.

A short smile appears on his face. --"You called me honey..."He trailed off. Her cheeks heat as she shook her head in amusement. Her eyes go back over to the glass of water she poured him a while ago.

"How about you drink some water and you can crash here, okay?"She offers. He eyes her for a moment before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to her lips- pulling back with a nod.

"Okay."

He took a step back, giving her the space to jump down from the counter. As he grabbed the cup of water she grabbed ahold of the handgun she had put on the counter.

She grabs his wrist and pulls him gently with her upstairs as he sips on the water. The second they are in her bedroom, she walks over to her bedside desk and hides the gun again.

Satoru watched her, a dopey smile on her face. --"Can't believe you own a gun..."He mumbled, taking another sip of his water. She shrugs and heads over to her wardrobe.

"Can't be too careful around here.."She spoke as she searched through the clothes that were hung up. Smiling softly, she spun around with a pile of clothes.

Satoru eyed the clothes and grinned. --"Y'know I sometimes only left clothes here so I'd have an excuse to come back."He confesses. He then furrows his eyebrows the second the confession leaves his lips.

She raises her eyebrows in amusement and walks towards him. --"That was very truthful of you."She spoke, snickering softly. He gets over the shock of his own words quickly and goes straight back to his cocky self.

"Yeah. Got to give you something to wear when you're missing me."He spoke, smirking. An affectionate smile appears on her face as she shakes her head and hands him the pile of clothes, taking the empty cup back from him.

"Y'know where the bathroom is."She stated, patting his shoulder. He hummed and moved past her. He suddenly paused and then spun back around to press an obnoxious kiss to her cheek.

y/n scrunched her nose up, lifting a hand to wipe at the slobbery kiss he had left on her cheek as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Now that she was alone- she took the moment to grin giddily and swat her hands in the air excitedly. Was this really happening? She lifted a hand to rest over her mouth- another hand on her hip as she grinned happily.

After a second, she calms her racing heart and walks over to fix the sheets on her bed. She wasn't sure why but she felt the need to make the bed look presentable despite knowing that the sheets were going to get messed up anyway.

As she's smoothing out the sheets- the bathroom door opens and out walks a yawning Satoru. She straightens up when she sees him, pupils dilating at the very sight of him.

His blue eyes lock onto her and he walks over to her. His rapidly approaching figure has her eyes widening in surprise as he suddenly wraps his arms around her and pulls her down onto the bed with him.

A laugh bubbles from her lips as he hugged her tightly against him- nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head. He groaned seconds late though as he feels his stomach do a flip at the sudden falling action.

"ugh, that wasn't a good idea..."He groaned to himself causing her to laugh softly and roll away from him. --"I'm going to get you some more water for in the morning, 'kay?"She told him softly as she stood to her feet.

Satoru rested his hands behind his head as he looked at her. --"You're coming back, right?"He questioned. A soft smile appears on her face as she nodded her head.

"I'll be back in a second."

She disappears from the bedroom leaving Satoru alone with his drunken thoughts. He had been alone in her bedroom before but this time it felt different. Everything was different now.

He took the opportunity to take in every detail of her bedroom like it was the first time he'd ever seen it. Her walls were coloured lilac with many photos of herself with family members littering her desks.

Her bedsheets were avocado patterned and her bed was filled with cushions and stuffed animals. Though his favourite part of her bedroom had always been the massive pin board on her desk.

The pin board was covered in tons of pictures of herself, Gojo and Nanami. Gojo had never been the jealous type but he wouldn't deny that he felt incredible knowing that she had more photos with Gojo than she did with anyone else.

"Right-"He snaps out of his thoughts as y/n walks back into the room, a tall glass of chilled water in one hand. A packet of pain killers and his shades (that he had forgotten to lift when going back upstairs) in her other hand.

"take two of these-"She waves the packet of painkillers at him with a soft smile, --"if you start to get a headache."She informs him, walking over to set the objects onto the bedside desk closest to Satoru.

Satoru smiled in response, feeling himself beginning to sober up as he took a few sips of the water she had brought him. --"I've been hungover before, sweetheart."He mumbled in amusement as she climbed into the bed beside him.

She lifts a hand to rub the back of her neck awkwardly with a short laugh. --"sorry..."She mumbled. He only shook his head and leaned back into the pillows, opening an arm for her.

This was the part she was actually least nervous about. She and Satoru had cuddled before- just never in this context. A soft sigh leaves her lips and she leans down to rest on his chest after flicking out the lamp.

They adjust their legs to pull the covers over their bodies, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as her head rested on his chest. A small chuckle leaves her lips.

"You're heart is racing, satoru..."She mumbled through the silence. --"that's because of you, darling."He spoke in a flirty tone leaving her to giggle in response and nuzzle her face against his chest.

Satoru sighs happily and leans his chin against the top of her head, silence falling over them.

"Goodnight, Satoru..."Her quiet tired voice spoke out, her arm wrapping around his torso in a tight grin. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he presses a chaste kiss to her head of hair.

"Goodnight, love."

Surprisingly, y/n fell asleep before Satoru did. His heart was racing too much for him to fall asleep. He didn't blame her for being so tired, though- he had woke her up early this morning with his drunken shenanigans.

His arm tightened around her as he smiled. He finally had her in his arms and he didn't plan to ever let her go.

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||Mind Over Matter|| Part Twelve

Summary: Evelyn is Penelope Garcia’s protégé. She is a tech wiz, and knows her way around any kind of security and just like her mentor knows how to dig deep and get into the past of anyone and has a knack for anything with a chip in it. Including potato chips. The one thing she fails at is figuring out is the mind and how it works.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson(OC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure. Family. Some language, blood and violence in later installments.

Previously - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven,

A/N: Alright so their thoughts will be revealed a little at a time. I had a bit of a brainstorm about it all and decided to do it at a later date. In the meanwhile I hope you enjoy this chapter! It follows the Fisher King episodes. And with this chapter we shall officially start with Season 2 of the series! :) Hope you enjoy!

Takes place during Episode 22, Season 1 & Episode 1, Season 2

"So since you won't be allowed any cell service, no contact or anything for the next few days, please please, be careful." Evelyn smothered a smile as she turned her back to her mentor while she placed another set of clothes into her suitcase. She glanced over her shoulder to watch Penelope standing at the doorway, arms crossed over her chest.

"Penny, I'll be fine! I'll get the job done, get some extra cash, come back and spend it on some new baking equipment, if I don't already have it." The red head trailed off as she stared into the distance, thinking of all the shiny new things she'd buy. Her mentor however seemed to still be concerned about the no contact issue.

"Just be careful sweetie. I won't be there to watch your back you know that." The blonde pursed her lips, looking rather miffed about the fact. Evelyn nodded.

"Don't worry I will. Scout's honor!" Her words, and the salute seemed to reassure Penelope as she reached out to place a loud kiss to the shorter girl's cheek, prompting her to scrunch her features in mock playfulness.

"Have fun then honey." She said as she pulled back. "Show them what your mentor has been teaching you."

Her protégé gave a nod and a confident smile. "I'll make you proud Penelope!"

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Pursing his lips Reid stood at the elevator door of the bullpen, watching as Evelyn said her goodbyes to the rest of the Team. He'd offered to see her off, one that she'd about to decline at first but sensing the urgency in his tone had given in and nodded. Now as he watched her approach him, slinging her bag over her shoulder he couldn't help but feel that this was a bad idea.

"Ready to see me off Spencer?" She asked, once she reached him. He nodded reaching out to press the elevator button. If Evelyn noticed his silence, she didn't comment on it. The two stepped into the elevators, standing inches apart. After the elevator began its descent. Still neither spoke.

Finally Reid cleared his throat. "I'm going to Vegas during our two week break." They still had a week till their vacation, but already most of them had made plans. Evelyn turned to raise an eyebrow at him, smiling slightly.

"Vegas?" Realization dawned and she smirked. "Awfully close to L.A. isn't it Spencer?" The teasing tone of her voice had him giving her a glare, to which she quickly raised her hands in a surrendering motion.

"Its nothing like that Evelyn. Nothing could've ever happened between us. Besides its been months." The red head looked sheepish and slightly nervous at his tone. Unconsciously she took a step away from her teammate, something that Reid noticed and instantly felt bad for snapping at her.

"Sorry, won't mention it again." The red head quickly stepped out of the elevator once the doors opened with Reid following after her. He was about a foot or so behind her when he suddenly reached out to catch her wrist, just as they stepped outside the building. Evelyn glanced up at him in surprise and astonishment. Reid understood her emotions. He never liked touching people. Especially their hands. Granted it was her wrist, it was still some skin.

"I'm sorry for snapping. I'm just…" He trailed off as words failed him, though his mouth remained open. Though there was confusion in her gaze, the red head still managed to smile. Her hand moved to grip his, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"I don't know what it is you have to tell me Spence. And I don't care if you don't tell me." Her words made him lower his head, half with embarrassment, half from shame. Squeezing his hand once more, she urged him to look at her, by tilting her head down to meet his gaze. She said something that was drowned out by the sound of an approaching car. She spoke so softly. But as he watched her walk away to the car that came to pick her, he couldn't help but feel an ounce of strength settle within him as he watched the memory of her replay in the back of his head for the rest of the day.

"I'm here for you, Spence."

Settling into the car, Evelyn looked out of the tinted windows, smiling at the sight of her friend still standing there. Wishing she could wave to him, or even give him a big hug, she settled for a quick press of her hand against the cool glass. Though not the hand that had just held his. That hand was squeezed shut, still feeling warm from having gripped his for more then a few seconds.

And Evelyn wanted to relish warmth that made her smile all through the ride, a soft look in her blue gaze.

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"The youngest has the key." JJ muttered under her breath as she stood in front of the evidence board gazing at the aforementioned key as it lay in the evidence bag.

"I don't get it. The youngest out of all of us is Evelyn." The media liaison continued, glancing up at Reid in slight confusion. It was Morgan who answered.

"Since Giles hacked into the systems, and had all our locations and addresses it would explain how the Unsub knew to send it to Reid instead of Evelyn." Reid pursed his lips, briefly wondering how things would be if Evelyn were here.

"Probably why he didn't mention her in his video either. Since she is a part of the Team and everything." Elle commented, trying her best to fight the heaviness that made her eyelids droop every few seconds.

Hotch, who had just walked in after talking to Gideon, sat in his chair, picking up a file. "Well she is safe, which is a good thing." Their superior muttered, his attention already on the papers within the file.

"Either he has no interest in her or he just decided that she shouldn't be part of the quest." The words were followed by a sound of chair scraping against the floor as Morgan stood to get himself some coffee.

"Lets hope it's both." The entire Team lifted their heads to glance at the person who'd spoken, surprised by the relief in the tone. Oblivious to the looks, Reid stood in front of the board, arms crossed, a slight frown on his face as he regarded the clues they'd already put up on the board.

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As Elle stepped into her house, she was greeted by the sight of an unexpected figure waiting for her.

"Evelyn? What're you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be away on the secret assignment." She could see the younger woman hadn't slept properly in days. There were bags under her eyes, and her hair was in complete disarray, some strands even falling out of her pony tail. Evelyn nodded.

"I was! But then I got this letter saying you'd been arrested and were put under house arrest as soon as you came back from Jamaica. The assignment finished early and I came home as soon as I could." Her worry was laced in her voice as she watched the other woman collapse into the window seat, exhausted.

"I wasn't." The red head quickly moved to sit down beside Elle.

Her tone was equal parts worried and curious as she asked. "Whats going on Elle?"

Elle glanced at her friend and despite wanting to explain everything, another wave of exhaustion hit her and she had to prevent herself from falling forward onto the floor. "I want to explain everything Eve, really I do, but I haven't slept in nearly two days. I gotta sleep. Why don't you go down to the office? They'll explain everything." Evelyn bit her lower lip before nodding.

"Alright. I'll go there right now. You get some sleep then." The red head quickly stood and made her way to the front door, seeing as Elle had entered form the backdoor.

"Thanks." Elle called, prompting the other girl to glance over her shoulder have a parting smile and wave, disappearing from sight around the corner. Elle moved to lay her head on one of the pillows, sighing in relief as she allowed the tiredness she'd been holding at bay to take complete hold of her. Elle having been half-asleep hadn't heard the thud of the body hitting the floor.

Neither Agents were aware of another presence in the house. One that held a gun in one hand, and a syringe that was now empty as he stared at the unmoving figure of Agent Evelyn Richardson on the floor.

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The remaining Agents of the BAU quickly made their way to the phone at Agent Greenaway's desk.

"Gideon." The man spoke as a way of greeting as soon as he had pressed the button.

"What I had to do was not my fault." The voice was hoarse, gravelly as it came through the speakers.

"Excuse me?" Gideon cut in, obviously a little confused. And afraid.

"It was distasteful and barbaric." The man on the other line continued, as if he hadn't been interrupted.

"Who is this?" Gideon demanded, his tone authoritative.

"No one else had to be hurt." Hotch frowned at how almost desperate the other person sounded.

"Call yourself 'The Fisher King'?"

"I told you there were rules."

"I'm actually more interested in exactly how you got all those burns." Gideon retorted, though the man wasn't thrown off by the rapid questioning.

"Remember this next time you decide to step outside my instructions. Agent Greenaway did not have to die like that." Alarmed looks passed between the four people standing around the phone, which instantly gave way to worry.

But the Unsub wasn't finished.

"And do not worry about Agent Richardson." A deathly silence followed the man's words. "She is safe. For now." He continued. "But if you break the rule one more time, I cannot guarantee her safety. Or her life."

The line went dead.

"He has her?! He has Evelyn?!" Penelope nearly shrieked almost instantly, eyes wide and tearful as she did her best to keep her voice down. Gideon instantly met Hotch's gaze and the two nodded before the latter spoke.

"This conversation never happened." His words caused both Reid and Garcia to stare at him in bewilderment, though Reid's shifted to one of understanding.

Garcia, however, demanded answers. "What?"

Hotch lowered his voice as he spoke. "If anyone outside of our team even finds out about Evelyn being kidnapped, they will take us off the case." Reid nodded in agreement, pursing his lips.

"But-"

"If that happens, he will kill Evelyn." There was something resembling resignation in the young genius's tone as he spoke. Garcia didn't speak this time, simply nodding.

"We need to go and check on Elle. Reid? Garcia? Find the book, unscramble that code. Hotch and I will go to Elle's place right now. We'll contact JJ and Morgan on the way."

With that the four of them split, fear and worry gripping their hearts as they did. Though other emotions seemed to be at the forefront as well.

Anger. Despair. Sorrow. Love.

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Elle had been shot and was fighting for her life. At least they knew where she was and how she was doing. Evelyn on the other hand. The thought of the red head caused Morgan to shoot past yet another signal, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. JJ reached out to lay a gentle, reassuring hand on his shoulder, which the other Agent barely acknowledged as they both drove back to the BAU, having gotten the information that they needed. There were tears in JJ's eyes, which she did her best to keep at bay as she thought of her two friends. Two of the most amazing people she had met. One of whom she was much closer to then the other. At the thought of the red head JJ heaved a shuddering breath, thinking back on the very long and deep conversation she had had with her once they'd gotten back from Los Angeles. They could only hope they would be able to catch the son of a bitch and make him pay for what he had done.

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In a dark room eyelids fluttered as they finally opened. Only to be met with a pitiful sight. Blurriness all around her. Someone had taken her glasses. A low groan fell from her lips as, with trembling arms, she pushed herself to sit up.

"Are you alright?" Eyes that could barely make out anything in the dark, flickered in the direction of the voice. "Whose there?" Her voice was hoarse from lack of use.

"I'm Rebecca." The words were followed by a series of coughs, ones that made Evelyn flinch with worry. "I'm a prisoner like you." The voice responded. Her heart plummeted in her stomach and her hands trembled. Pushing herself up from the bed she was laying on the red head raised a hand to her forehead and cradled it there, trying to get her bearings.

"My glasses…." Evelyn trailed off once the other girl responded. "You didn't have any when you came in." Disappointment flooded her as she sighed. Her bag wasn't around her body, neither was her badge in her pocket. She could only assume the person who had knocked her out had taken it.

Finally gaining some semblance of normalcy the red head reached a reassuring hand out to the girl, which she felt her take. "Don't worry Rebecca. My friends will find us." The girl let out an almost relieved whimper as she allowed her head to rest on Evelyn's shoulder. Evelyn nearly jumped at the heat that was radiating off the girl. Clearly she was very very sick. As the girl sobbed, Evelyn wrapped her arm around her, pulling her close to provide warmth to her shivering frame, hoping and praying for her Team to find her soon.

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Hotch walked in with a cup of coffee. His third one in the last two hours. But he wasn't keeping count. He was more worried about his team. One of which was lying open on an operating table and fighting for her life. The other who was missing. He briefly wondered how Evelyn would've been taken away from her assignment when it was so heavily guarded. The voice message he had played once his phone had re-charged explained everything. Apparently she had finished early and the hysteric voice of his youngest team member was still echoing in his ear as she demanded to know what had happened to Elle in Jamaica. Since her cell was still confiscated, she didn't have any other number memorized and had called him. Hotch was ready to kick himself. If he had gotten to her in time, she wouldn't have been taken like she was. As he began another trip around the waiting room, he passed Gideon who was lost in his own thoughts which were a mix between a strong brown haired woman and a shy yet eager red head, one smiling confidently at him, the latter with a smile of her own. Though this one was of happiness and relief. A smile she'd worn when Gideon decided to listen to her story and offer his help with her sister. He hoped he wouldn't fail her. That he could still save her.

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"So you've been here for two years?" Evelyn asked, her voice low as she did, not wanting any hidden microphones to hear her. She felt Rebecca nod.

"Yeah, I was sixteen when I decided to ran away from my adopted parents. I didn't know a week of being away would turn to years." A small sob escaped the distress girl. In the time they had been sitting together, Evelyn had managed to coax the girl into eating a little bit of chicken their captor had brought. And though her vision was blurry and unfocused she still managed to see where they were.

And having someone explain to her didn't hurt.

"As soon as we get out of here, we'll get you a good doctor." The red head could only reassure the younger girl, though as night fell outside she could feel an inkling of worry and doubt settle into the pit of her stomach as well, prompting her to bite her lower lip on more then one occasion. Her head was aching from her lack of glasses and she could feel her own hunger pangs starting to become unbearable. But she didn't want to eat. Not when someone as sick as Rebecca needed all the strength she could get. Though it had been hours since the red head had had anything to eat.

As Rebecca was hit with another bought of coughs, all Evelyn could do was hold her trembling frame, trying to steady her frail weak figure.

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As he sat in around the table in the evidence room, Reid couldn't help but go through all the information he had written to his mother in those letters. There was just so much. And most of it wasn't even information. They were just random facts and thoughts about him and his work, the books he read, and of course his team. He'd talked about his team a lot. Stating their likes and dislikes, their hopes and dreams at times. Even future plans. Cases. He pursed his lips as Evelyn came to mind. He'd, of course, spoken about her to his mother, why wouldn't he? She was one of his closest friends. They shared an understanding when it came to social norms and such. Though he was more likely to seclude himself away on purpose, Evelyn was mostly painfully shy. A quality he had always found endearing. Sighing he ran a hand down his face just as Penelope entered the room as well. The two shared a brief look, with the latter conveying her understanding of his distress. She was the only one who knew about his mother so far. But Reid had a feeling they would all know soon enough. And as Penelope prayed and prayed for both Elle and Evelyn's safe return Reid couldn't help but blame himself for what had happened so far.

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She was safe. Evelyn was safe. She was safe and in his arms.

The fire raged behind him as all of them quickly ran out of the house and onto the road. Hotch was calling for another ambulance as well as a fire truck, while Morgan was keeping a firm grip on Rebecca as he made his way to the ambulance that was already there.

Evelyn was clutching Reid as he made his way towards one of the cars they'd arrived in, opening the front door to seat her inside. "I'm alright Spence." The red head reassured the blurry figure of her friend as he looked her over for any injuries. She was only covered in soot and her cardigan was gone from where she had draped it over Rebecca to keep her warm. Otherwise the red head was fine. Her skin felt itchy and she knew that was from the soot and smoke. Suddenly everything came into view as her glasses slid back into their place. Evelyn blinked as she focused on Spencer's face and how close it was to her own. They held one another's gaze for a good few seconds, with Spencer's hands cradling her head, and her own gripping his wrists as if to reassure herself that he was there. That this wasn't a dream.

Spencer shifted forward, mouth opening to say something when he grimaced and hissed. Instantly the moment was broken to be replaced by worry on Evelyn's part as she watched her team member glance down at his thigh which looked like it was….

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"Burnt! Spencer, you were hurt and you just stood there to make sure I was alright." Evelyn's voice was chiding as she stood in front of him. Having been declared fit to go, the red head had raced through a shower and change of clothes after which she'd arrived at the office, only to be smothered by an ecstatic Penelope and JJ. Gideon had smiled at her, as had Hotch. Morgan had been the one to sweep her up in a hug that could rival Penelope's. And after being assured of Elle's condition, Spencer had offered to get her a sandwich from the office canteen. Penelope, had demanded Morgan tell her everything that had happened and dragged him off to her office to repair and talk. Gideon and Hotch walked off to recount everything that had happened to their Superiors, while JJ held a press conference.

"It was the least I could do Evelyn. You were kidnapped because of me." The other agent replied as they slowly made their way towards the room where the Team met for cases. The red head, having inhaled her sandwich only sighed.

"Spence, it wasn't your fault. And Elle is fine, and I know she wouldn't want you to blame yourself for this. This was out of our hands." Reaching the door of the conference room, Evelyn stopped short, reaching out to gently and tentatively take his hand just as she had done when she left a week ago.

"Look at me." Her voice was soft and pleading, prompting his eyes to meet hers. She smiled at him as her other hand came up to reassuringly place a hand to the side of his face. "Elle is going to be fine Spence. And I'm fine too. See? Not a scratch?" Her hair had been wet when she'd stepped out of her shower, so she'd left them open. And without the severe grip of her pony tail, Spencer could see more of that softness in her that she possessed. Finally sighing the man gave a small nod, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile before it dropped and he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Evelyn gasped in surprise, her arms being pressed to his chest. It took a brief second of her surprise to disappear before she simply snuggled into the embrace, her arms shifting to wrap around his middle, her face buried in his chest, glasses digging into her skin, but she didn't care. Not when the worry and fear of the day was finally starting to slowly disappear from her mind. Little did she know, Spencer was drawing the same comfort from her. Allowing himself to feel the relief that broke inside him like a dam as he held her close.

Diana Reid glanced behind her son at the woman who had just entered.

"Mother? I'd like you to meet someone." He sounded almost nervous as he spoke. And Evelyn felt just as much as she stepped forward once Spencer motioned for her to do so.

"Mother, this is-"

But his mother cut him off. "Evelyn." Both agents blinked not having expecting for Evelyn to be recognized so easily. Diana Reid stood up from her seat on the couch and smiled at the two.

"You didn't think I wouldn't recognize her did you Spence? Hair redder then a ruby, was that how you described her?" His cheeks flushed at his mother's words, while Evelyn's eyes widened behind her wide-framed glasses and she made a face at her friend.

"You compared me to a stone?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Your hair." Her friend was quick to correct her. Evelyn rolled her eyes.

"Whats next? You comparing my eyes to a sapphire?" Spencer looked like he was about to retort but was cut off by his mother.

"A Lapis Lazuli actually."

"Mother!" His voice was more of a squeak then anything as Evelyn stared at Spencer in disbelief. Diana Reid frowned.

"Was that supposed to be a secret? You certainly described her perfectly." His mother's words had a blush creeping up Evelyn's cheek as she stepped out from behind Spencer and gave the woman a sweet smile.

"Its nice to meet you Mrs Reid." The older woman smiled back. "Likewise Evelyn. I would love to stay and chat but I believe I have a small lecture to give." Seeing the slightly crestfallen look the girl wore, Diana continued with a reassuring smile.

"Spencer? Bring Evelyn the next time you come and visit me. I would very much like to have a long chat with her. And perhaps she can bring me some of her famous cookies?" At the mention of her baked good the red head beamed with pride.

"I'll bring a whole batch for you Mrs Reid." The red head said eagerly as she stepped forward. Spencer could only stare, gob smacked.

He had never seen Evelyn warm up to someone so easily.

Still he couldn't help the warm feeling of happiness that rose in his chest as he watched the two women interact and smile at one another. He had always written to his mother how he knew Evelyn and her would get along well. And it seemed he wasn't wrong.

And neither was Diana it seemed. Despite her illness, she had always known there was something else her son wasn't telling her about Evelyn. Something, perhaps, even he didn't know yet. But looking at how he was watching Evelyn as she turned to tell him excitedly of the assignment she had just finished, Diana couldn't help but note the affection the two seemed to hold for each other in their eyes.

An affection she had only ever read about in the love poems of great writers.

It almost felt as if she were seeing something that would overcome a great many other quests.

And Diana Reid couldn't wait to read about it in the letters her son would write her.

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ANYONE BUT HER 4

JANIS IMI-IKE X FEM READER

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Warnings - smoking, alcohol, drugs, swearing, cheating, mentions of anxiety. janis being adorable.

The POV switches between reader and Janis (I use — when I change the POV)

there will be more parts to this, make sure to re-blog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies

"hey y/n wait up" i hear Damien's voice echo through the nearly empty halls of Northshore. i turn to see the boy a few feet away from me, he makes quick work of speed walking over. "you headed to gym?" he queries. i nod fixing the strap on my backpack "yeah, wanna walk together?" i look over to see Janis walking down the hall towards us. i send her a sweet smile, only two days ago we where in the art classroom kissing, we have been getting closer by the day. she walks over and slings her arm over my shoulder with a smirk. "so gym?" she looks between me and Damien.

after walking to class we end up being told to go change because our first lesson we would be doing athletics. to this i smile knowing athletics would be a breeze for me. i look over my shoulder to see Janis already changed clad in some grey sweatpants and a dark blue tank top. i laugh a little at her annoyed look before turning around, changing into my own grey Nike sweats and a black Nike hoodie.

out on the fields we meet back up with Damien who is wearing shorts and a white t-shirt. i laugh at both of them, earning death glares. "you two are going to freeze" they look at me as if im crazy.

half an hour or so into the lesson i am running the 100 meters and lock eyes with Janis who is stood at the side with Damien, both of them have their arms crossed over their torsos, clearly cold from the bitter morning air, the fact that neither of them have made an attempt to join in would also be contributing to the fact that they are cold. i send them both a mocking smirk while continuing to run. i hit the 100 meters point and another student clicks the stop button on the stopwatch. smiling they call the teacher over, he looks at the timing and pats my shoulder "think about joining the track team yeah, also please try to get those two to participate or they will get a fail" he pushes me in the direction off who i assume would be Janis and Damien but damn how i was wrong. i look up and see none other than Regina George and Karen Shetty. i go to walk away from them but one of them stops me, their hand landing on my forearm "hey you're y/n right?" i turn to see the one and only Regina George is talking to me. i nod and try to walk away again, those are not the people i want to associate with. "im sorry about what happened between you and Bea, what she done was really fucked up." the blonde speaks up again, this time i turn around to face her, she has a sincere smile on her face. "you do know im not just the tragic lesbian who got cheated on, im also your boyfriends sister" i say with a chuckle, she also laughs and walks closer to me "i know, so tell me does your brother like Mexican food?" she smiles a sweet smile. i laugh and nod "yeah he does a lot, here give me your snapchat and ill send you the directions to his favourite place." i roll my eyes back to her. she's actually not as bad as people say. she puts her snapchat in my phone and she adds me back, we say out farewells and i make my way back to a confused Damien and a jealous looking Janis. "did she seriously just get your number?" Janis says going red in the face. i laugh a little and put my hand on her cheek, "hey no don't worry she was just asking about Aaron" i half lie, not wanting Janis to go middle- school sissy les- bunson burner on Regina again and get suspended again.

she lets the topic go and shivers a little, i laugh and look at her "i told you that you will be cold" i say while taking my hoodie off and handing it to her, she looks at me for a few seconds, beginning to blush before taking the hoodie out of my hands and thanking me, she puts it on and smiles. i grab her hand and lift it up for her to spin, she laughs and obliges, but not without rolling her eyes first. once we are both face to face she pauses, locking eyes with someone behind me, which causes her to let go of my hand and avoid eye contact. i turn to look at who made her freeze up all of a sudden and see Bea, Jason and Shane stood about five meters away. i lock eyes with Bea who looks furious as she stomps over, arm linked with Jason's. they come up to me and Janis. Janis steps in front of me just as Shane goes to swing at me, she merely blocks his punch and is shoved out of the way while Shane comes closer to me. he lands most of his punches before i retaliate, i shove him and kick him in the balls, making him topple over, i then kick him in the knee so he cant stand up, i go to hit him in the face when i am dragged away by the coach, Janis grabs my hand to calm me down. the coach tells Shane to go clean up and tells me to go to the principle's office.

Janis follows me and drags me into the bathroom, pulling me towards the sinks. she lifts me up and sits me down before grabbing a stack of paper towels, wetting half of them and coming towards me. she stands between my legs and places the wet paper towel on my bloody eyebrow, wiping the blood off, making me squirm under her touch. "shh its okay baby, I'm here" she says grabbing my chin with her left hand and using her right to wipe blood off of my face, our faces inches apart our eyes locked in on each others. her left hand leaves my chin and finds its way to my waist.

"y/n y/l/n i swear to fucking god if you get suspended on my second day of school here i will literally kill you." the bathroom door slams open and incomes a worried Tess, she is holding her books and phone. she sees what she has walked in on and slowly backs away with her books covering her face. "i totally just cockblocked yall" she shrieks happily before snapping a photo and running out of the bathroom.

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"hello miss y/l/n i have been informed that you had a little bit of a fight earlier. " Mr Duvall states with a serious face. i sit opposite him with my head down, looking at the floor beneath me. "we have two choices here. either i have to suspend you or you agree to an plea deal." he leans forward a little knowing he has me trapped in his little trap. "and what deal would that be?" i say rolling my eyes. "you tutor Janis Imi-ike in drama, gym and Spanish" he says with a smile thinking he has me trapped. luckily for me this is perfect.

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[with Damien and the girls]

"so how do we get the two lovers together?" Damien turns to cady who is sat next to him jotting down math problems, she looks up and shrugs at the boy. "hey look its Tess" she says as the other girl comes running over to the two, phone in hand, her arms flailing, she looks like a loony as she plops herself down next to the two. "you will NEVER guess what i just walked in on" she screams dramatically, making the other two friends cringe. Damien catches a glimpse of the photo she has opened on her phone and practically screams. "TESSA GEORGE no you did not" he hits the girl multiple times as the girl holds the phone up to his face, revealing what she indeed did walk in on just moments ago. "this may be easier than we thought then guys" cady interrupts the others screaming. "shh Janis is coming she cant know our secret plan" Damien hushes the girls just in time as Janis reaches the tree and sits down.

"that girl will be the death of me" she sighs but is nudged by Damien "girl shut the hell up, you have been hopelessly in love with her since middle school, and the time when she gives you an ounce of attention you try to back away and pretend to hate her guts." he glares at his best friend while Cady and Tess sit watching in shock

"you should totally tell her Janis, yes Bea has fucked with her for years but i know that you are good for her and she is good for you. i wont let you dismiss your feelings for my best friend."

"how would i even tell her?" Janis says looking at Tess, which in turn earns a shit eating grin.

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hey guys, sorry if this chapter is super short, this is just a filler chapter but the next chapter shall be twice as long just for you guys. thanks again for reading, see you next chapter <3

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Take Care Of You

a/n: so i feel like fucking death right now and i just want bo so here's a little blurb😊 also, going to start working on requests again tomorrow :) (they're coming i swear)

pairing: bo x gn!reader

summary: in which bo takes care of you when you're sick, despite your insistence that you're fine

Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed, attempting to stand up. You couldn't understand what was wrong with you. You were fine yesterday.

After a moment, you finally managed to stand up, your head pounding and your legs trembling beneath you. You almost considered calling for Bo, but you were sure this was just a momentary wobble. You'd probably be fine in an hour or two.

"Come on." You whispered to yourself, as though that would somehow make this any better. "You're fine."

When you finally made it out of the bedroom, you found yourself at a disadvantage as you looked down at the staircase. You already felt like you were about to collapse and that was just walking on level flooring. You had no idea how you were going to survive the trip down the stairs.

In the end, you decided it'd be best if you just slid down on your ass. So you carefully lowered yourself to the ground, taking a small breath before pushing yourself forward. God, this was embarrassing.

"What're you doing?" Bo's voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of the stairs.

You'd only made it about halfway down before he'd spotted you.

You sighed. "Nothing."

"Sure looks like nothin'." He said, pausing a moment as he took in the sight of your pale face. "Are you alright?"

"Mhm." You mumbled, holding your head in your hands as you sat there hunched over. God, your head was pounding. "Just...I'll be fine in a minute."

You heard him laugh then, before you heard the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. "Darlin', we both know that ain't true."

You didn't even fight him as his arm curled under your knees, his hand at your back as he picked you up off the floor.

"I'm fine." You continued to tell him, although the evidence would suggest otherwise.

The walk back to the bedroom wasn't long but each step that Bo took seemed to spark a new pain in your body, making the trip seem too long.

You pressed your face into his shoulder in an attempt to dull the painful throbbing of your head, and you could feel yourself coming close to accepting that you were in fact not fine.

Bo gently set you down on the bed, leaving the room momentarily to get you a glass of water. And when he returned, he sat down on the edge of the bed beside you, concern evident in his eyes as he watched you.

"You still fine?" He asked jokingly.

You could only offer him a groan as you squeezed your eyes shut, rolling over onto your side.

"You at least gonna let me take care of you?"

"Mhm." You answered, smiling at him as you reached out to stroke your fingers along his leg. "You're a lot nicer when I'm sick."

"Well don't get used to it."

"Okay." You muttered, pressing your face into the pillows as you felt yourself becoming sleepier.

But just as you were about to drift off, you heard him stand up, before feeling the bed dip behind you, the weight of Bo's chest appearing at your back.

You smiled when you felt him sling his arm over your body, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your stomach.

Maybe you should've been sick more often.

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Fun & Games

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Word Count: 3k~

Warnings: MDNI!!!, Cursing, Smutty smut smut, Fingering, Oral, Ellie Receiving, Very mouthy reader, ummm ya :D

A/N: Will probably rewrite later but! I promised myself I would post this today.

What had happened was....I read this very nasty sapphic book, Tryst Six Venom, and I could not stop imagining reader and Modern AU!Ellie in this very predicament of hatred fueled by sexual tension. I know nothing about lacrosse so everything is super vague in that regard…but none of us are here for accurate lacrosse vocabulary :) This is nasty so enjoy that <3

It wasn’t your team's first loss, and it wouldn’t be your last. Part of being a good team captain for the lacrosse team was making sure they understood that fact, while also making sure they understood where they went wrong so you could avoid it happening again. During your team meeting after the game, you point out things you’d noticed while out on the field, things you all could improve upon. Truthfully, everyone could’ve been better, including yourself. Knowing this, you don’t make the effort to single anyone out.

Well, no one except her.

“And Ellie?” You start sweetly, “Tonight was unacceptable. Your position isn’t permanent. Remember that.”

And with that you continue talking to the rest of the girls, your seed planted and growing rapidly. Out of the corner of your eyes you can see Ellie’s eyes have narrowed, looking at you with unbridled rage from her place on a bench in the corner of the locker room. You finish your pep talk, and dismiss the rest of the girls. After they’ve filed out of the locker room Ellie’s glare intensifies, her eyes on you, absolutely seething. Just how you wanted her. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

“We all make mistakes, Ellie.” You offer with a shrug, feigning disinterest, “Just gotta own it.” You make quick work of packing up your bag, and though you pretended to be the perfect picture of unbothered, truly you were relishing in how easy it was to get her riled up.

“No you made a mistake. It was a bad. fucking. play.” Ellie growls out, “You fucked it up Captain - plain and simple.”

You cock your head to one side and briefly pretend to ponder this. Well, she was right, of course. But you’d never admit that. Why would you, when it was so fun watching her get worked up like this? She’s still sweating from running up and down the field, and the cut of the uniform allows you the tiniest peek at her collarbones. Half of her hair is pulled into the messiest bun as per usual and several strands of her hair cling to the side of her face and forehead. Her green eyes are dark, clouded with rage and hatred and you’d be damned if she ever looked at anyone else like this. No, this look was just for you. “Are you kidding? Sweetie, you hogged the ball and then froze at the last second. Choked up as per fucking usual. ”

Ellie huffs out a breath and you can see her trying not to lose her shit. If she can tell that you’re goading her, she doesn’t say so, at least not yet. Instead, she simply gets up and slings her backpack over one shoulder and for a moment you think you’ve lost her. Despite your inner panic, you offer her a bright smile as she stalks toward you. Just as she’s about to walk past, she leans down until her mouth is level with your ear and says with complete confidence, “You’re so delusional and so fucking desperate for my attention, it’s sad.”

Your smile fades as you flinch away from her, meeting her eyes with a steely gaze you scoff, “Don't flatter yourself, I have no interest in an always stoned, future washed-up athlete and college dropout.”

Ellie makes a face as if she’s contemplating that information. “Pretty good. How about this - I have no interest in a stuck up, repressed bitch.”

Your hands move before you even register that they had, and soon you have Ellie backed against a set of lockers, one hand on her arm and the other curled around her neck. Repressed? No. No, no, no. You didn’t want Ellie. Not like that. No, you just enjoyed toying with her, watching how fast you could get the hot head’s face to contort into something else, something more dark and sinister. Hand around her neck, you watch the way she swallows and then licks at her lips nervously. The sight of the pink muscle brings your attention to her mouth and you briefly lock eyes with her before moving your thumb so that it drags over her bottom lip. Not for the first time you think about what it’d be like to kiss her. Would her lips be as soft as they felt under your fingertips? Would she lick and bite at your lips or better yet would you let her? Or would you make her beg? Beg to touch you, and for you to touch her.

The sound of the locker room door opening and closing has you jumping away from Ellie and snatching up your bag. As you brush past one of your teammates, you make the attempt to rationalize what had just happened. You knew that you didn’t like girls, not that you found anything wrong with it. That just wasn’t you. And even if you did, you certainly did not like Ellie. She just…confused you sometimes. Mostly made you angry.

That was it.

But later, when you retire to your dorm for the night, showered and in bed, maybe when you’re alone with your thoughts and restless hands, you recount that moment with Ellie and wonder just what would've happened had someone not walked in. You think of how she didn’t make any attempt to pull away from you, instead almost went slack in your hands. You remember her pulse quickening in the palm of your hand, racing just as fast as yours had been. You remember her eyes, and the way they had watched you, waiting for what you'd do next.

And in the darkness with your blankets pulled up over your chin, maybe you admit to yourself that you wanted her like that again.

Ellie POV

Dorm parties were never Ellie’s thing but after some coercion for Dina and the whole locker room interaction she figures it’d be an opportunity to blow off some steam. She’s standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter sipping on a drink and maybe she looks a little awkward in her basketball shorts and dirty sneakers but it’s never stopped her from pulling before. So far no one had caught her interest which was unfortunate but the night was still young. Her green eyes scan the room for prospects and also to make sure one very specific individual didn’t show up. Dina had promised, had literally swore on her and Jessie’s first born child that you would not be at this party tonight. Apparently, you had told Dina you had to come up with new plays that “Ellie will be able to actually execute”.

Bitch.

She recounts how you’d pushed her into the locker and to her surprise you were much stronger than you looked. Those team gym days apparently had left you with a lot more strength than she thought and maybe she thought of all the ways she could test that hidden strength of yours, off the field.

Ellie winces at her own train of thought because fuck no, she shouldn’t even entertain the thought. You’d been horrible to her, ever since she’d joined the team. Always saccharine sweet to everyone else and yet towards Ellie you quickly turned sour. She could never figure out what it was exactly that she did to deserve your treatment of her but she quickly decided she didn’t actually care. Whatever your reasons were, if you were going to treat her like shit then Ellie was prepared to dish it right back.

There was one thing she did give some thought to however. And if she was truly being honest with herself, she gave it quite a lot of thought. For someone who claimed to be straight, the way you looked at her sometimes was...confusing to say the least. Sometimes in the locker room Ellie would catch you staring momentarily, and you’d immediately look away sometimes with a gentle flush to your cheeks. And Ellie was no fool, she knew that look. She’d given that look to plenty of women and had been on the receiving end of it. It was one usually followed by fun and mostly debaucherous activities.

Those rare moments where she’d caught you staring in combination with your actions threw her. The two sides of you seemed to be completely opposite to one another. Every time she was somewhat close to figuring it out you were interrupted, much like the whole locker room situation from earlier.

A hand on her bicep reminds Ellie of the mission in mind. It’s one of your teammates, Michelle. She was the only one who seemed to acknowledge the way you singled Ellie out. That probably had something to do with her being very attracted to Ellie but that was neither here nor there. The point was Ellie liked her and they got along.

And maybe, Ellie thinks as her eyes quickly give her a once over before smiling at her, she finds her very attractive as well.

“Surprised you came out tonight. After y/n called you out in front of everyone like that.”

“M’ used to it.”

“I know it wasn’t your fault we lost. You’re literally the best player on our team.” She leans in close and Ellie knows what she’s doing and is not opposed to it in the slightest. Michelle had the most perfect body, carved out after numerous games and training. Her skin was smooth, soft. And her eyes, god, her eyes were beautiful. They reminded her a lot of y/n’s.

Y/N POV

You had literally been here for less than 10 minutes when you spotted the two of them in the kitchen. Michelle is leant in, laying it on thick you’re certain. Her enormous crush on Ellie was not a secret in the slightest amongst the team. And Ellie she’s…smiling? Laughing even. Why was she looking at her like that? She never looked at you like that??

Maybe because you’ve never actually given her a reason to?

Without thinking you march over to the two of them, “Michelle! Just the person I was looking for!”

She turns to look at you, and you can see the disappointment play out over her expression, quickly disguised by a mask of joy.

“Captain, I’m glad you came out tonight.”

I bet you are.

Offering her a big smile you chirp, “I think after today we could all use a little fun .... Speaking of which, I heard Dina say she needs another player for truth or dare. You should go join, Michelle.”

“Actually Ellie and I-”

“Now.”

With frown she pushes off the counter, sparing one last glance at Ellie. “You got it, captain.”

“Was that necessary?” Ellie grumbles, starting to take another drip from the red solo cup in hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You snatch the drink from Ellie’s hand, gulping down the entire thing in one go.

Ellie watches you, not bothering to hide her obvious disdain…even as her eyes wander down the length of your neck,“Y/n…I don’t know what game you’re playing here but-”

“Come over tonight?” You breathe out as you set the cup down. Ellie does a double take, seeming just as surprised as you felt. You tuck your hair behind your ears nervously, and then cross your arms because you have no idea what to do with them at this point. Why in the actual fuck did I say that?

“I just thought you might want to go over some plays I came up with….you know because you need the most help.” You blurt out, hoping to diffuse the situation. Coming up with plays at midnight. Yea Y/n. Real fucking smooth.

Ellie, at a loss for words, opens her mouth, only to close it again.

“Show up or don’t.” You say quickly, slight irritation present in your voice due to her lack of response. “You can always get back to…Michelle.”

With that you storm out leaving Ellie the ever confused lesbian behind you.

You were pacing back in forth in your dorm room, wondering why the ever loving fuck you said that to her. You didn’t have any goddamn plays to show her. Nothing related to lacrosse anyways. Fuck, she probably just went to find Michelle right now. They’re probably making out or worse! Ellie probably took her back to-

A few taps at your door breaks you from your spiral. And without even checking to see who it is, you open the door.

Ellie stands there, pulling at her fingers the way she does when she’s nervous. Without thinking you yank her inside by her shirt pushing her up against the door.

Stopping to stare at her you almost plead, “Tell me this is a bad idea. Tell me to stop and that…you don’t want this. Tell me you don't want m-uump!”

Ellie cuts you off, closes the distance between your lips. You kiss her back in earnest, loving the way she absolutely melts and goes slack against you. Her lips are soft and sweet, tasting just like the cocktail you’d stolen from her earlier. Ellie’s hands find your waist, digging in before traveling lower and lower. You break away, snatching at her hands before pushing them up against the door. Ellie actually groans, frustrated at no longer being able to touch you.

“No touching allowed.”

She frowns at that and you begin pulling her in by the drawstrings of her shorts. Pushing her down onto the bed, you climb up to sit in her lap. With your right hand, you caress her cheeks, just like you did in the locker room, and run your thumb across her bottom lip.

“Are we doing this or not?” She huffs out, those green eyes leering at you, “I’m sick of playing these games with you.”

“Oh Ellie,” You say with a coy smile, “I think you’re going to like this one.”

You lean down as if to kiss her, but instead move just past her lips and latch onto her neck. Mouthing down her neck you find a spot you like, licking over it and then sucking. Ellie moans below you, lifting her hips feebly to create some sort of friction and failing. “Mmm, you gotta be patient dear. Good girls get rewarded.”

The condescending tone of your voice, absolutely pisses her off and yet…she listens. Because despite everything, yes, she wants to be good. She wants to be good for you. You kiss down to her collarbones, sucking and leaving marks along the way. After making quick work of Ellie’s shirt and sports bra, you drink in the sight of her bare skin. The sight fills your head with all sorts of intrusive thoughts of the debaucherous kind.

“What if I…what if I just bit you here?” You murmur as you caress the spot just above her breast. Not waiting for an answer you bite down, loving the way Ellie’s body immediately responds, gasping, hips lifting involuntarily once more. You lick over the bite mark before moving to kiss her again, sucking at her lips, loving how needy the girl beneath you was becoming. So pliant and sweet, the contrast between her and the girl you went toe to toe with on a daily basis almost gives you whiplash. You take pity on her and lodge your thigh in between her legs. Ellie immediately grinds down, moaning into your mouth due to the pressure against her center that was so good and yet not enough.

“Feels good?” You mumble into her neck even though you know the answer. The tiny puffs of breath and gasps in your ear letting you know just how good it felt. Your hands tease at the waistband of her shorts before you make the decision that Ellie should be rid of them completely. She all too happily helps you remove them along with her positively soaked underwear.

“Yes, yes, you feel so fucking good just-” She breaks off into a deep moan as you run your fingers over her slit. God she was so fucking wet, you could barely contain your own groan at how slick and soft she felt on your fingertips “Yea Williams? How long have you wanted this huh?”

“I think the better question is how long have you wanted this. Eye fucking me in the locker room, riling me up on purpos-haah! Fuck–” You swipe your fingers over her clit, once and then twice before settling into a rhythm, circling the nub in small, tight circles. The wetness from her cunt makes it all too easy to work her over, and the action has Ellie positively keening, the sensation causing her to dig her fingers in where they lay on your shoulders.

That feeling doesn’t last long though, not with how slow you start going. And Ellie knows you’re doing that shit on purpose. She knows you want her to beg, wants her to tell you exactly what she wants. If for no other reason than to embarrass her like always. She couldn’t come like this, she needed more, needed you inside.

Sensing Ellie’s increasing frustration in her whimpers you ask innocently, “What is it?” You peck the brunette gently on her lips. Ellie’s eyes harden at you, but her voice betrays her, the small “please” coming out more needy than she intended for it to.

“Come on, show me baby,” Your fingers tease at her sopping wet entrance. “Show me how you want me to fuck you.”

Ellie visibly shivers at your words and without leaving your eyes, she directs your hand a bit lower, “Your fingers, put them inside.” Her voice has taken on a huskier tone, doing nothing to hide her desire, desire that made her green eyes swirl with something deep and dark. Your fingers, first one and then a second, slip inside her with ease. The action has Ellie moaning loudly despite herself at the welcome intrusion. “Yes - fucking fuck me just like that.”

You giggle, almost crazed, amazed by how tight and soft she is inside. You curl those fingers, stroking at her walls inside, feeling her cunt pulsing around your fingers. She moans brokenly beneath you, the sound spurring you to go deeper, give her more,“Wow El, already?”

“God - even now your such a fucking bitch.” Her voice has taken on a high lilt and you know she’s close. Your hand itches to lightly smack her but that was a kink that you’d have to discuss with her. If you ever did this again. God, did you hope there’d be an again.

“That's cute considering how I’ve got you squeezing my hand right now.” Your thumb swipes across her clit as you increase your pace, the small change that has Ellie rolling her hips until she is almost riding your hand.

“Gonna make yourself cum all over my hand? Yea?” You call to her in a voice you barely recognize as your own. Instead of answering, Ellie kisses you to shut you up, shivering as she cums all over your fingers. She moans into your mouth as your fingers fuck her through the orgasm, prolonging it. Finally, the brunette grabs your wrist, the pleasure teetering on the edge of too much.

You pull away from her lips to stare at her. Freckled cheeks flushed a pretty pink, her lips parted still making the attempt to catch her breath and her eyes. Her blissed out, hooded gaze meets yours straight on, open, vulnerable. The sight makes you look away, uncomfortable, but not upset. That was a new look. You quickly decided you never wanted her to look at anyone like that, either.

Slowly, as not to hurt her, you remove your fingers from her pussy. You bring them to your mouth for a taste, before deciding to lick them clean. You hear Ellie groan at the site, and you grin, rushing over to plant your lips on hers. She kisses you back, but still manages to complain, “Shit - you’re fucking disgusting.”

You laugh and kiss her again, before you run your fingers over her sensitive folds “I want to taste you here too, El.” Ellie meets your gaze, unsure but also full of an uncured desire, “Have you done that before?”

Instead of answering, you travel downwards, kissing her pale thighs, toned from numerous practices and team workouts. You resist the urge to bite into them, instead you place a sweet kiss on her swollen clit. You wouldn't make her work so hard for this one. “You’ve been so good for me. So sweet and good.” You whisper from between her thighs.

Ellie's body shivers at the praise because secretly that was literally all she ever wanted from you, your approval. And Ellie decided that if this was the way she could have it, she'd be more than content with that.

You lick tentatively down her slit at first, letting your tongue linger on her clit before you carefully suck the pearl between your lips. Ellie gasps, body trembling from beneath you and you have to grab her hips pressing them into the mattress to keep her from moving.

Her hand combs through your hair before gripping tighter when she feels your tongue slip inside. From above you hear her gasping out one expletive after another as she rolled her hips, chasing the pleasure only you could give her.

Ellie’s back arches as she moans deep in her throat, and you know she is going to come. Feeling her grinding against your tongue you can't help but to groan into her cunt, loving the way she responds to the vibrations with a long drawn-out moan. Ellie covers her face with her arm as she finally peaks once more. Gasping out your name, she comes for the second time that night. You lick at her wetness until she ultimately pushes you away, with a noncommittal “Fucking hell - no more.”

After she finally begins to catch her breath Ellie finally says, “I had my suspicions...but honestly this whole time I thought you were straight.”

“Yea, well you and me both….maybe I have been a bit repressed. And a bitch.”

Ellie hums, before suddenly sitting straight up, “Wait a goddamn minute. You fucked me like that for your first time????”

You rub the side of your neck avoiding her eyes, “I mean, I know what I like so…” You look at her and offer a shrug.

Ellie’s green eyes darken again, “Show me.”

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