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iheartcurlyfries · 13 days

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put it in a ponytail, fuck it from behind.

dealer!abby x nerdy!reader

CW: 18+, heavy mentions of drugs, wlw, strap sucking r!giving, strap fucking r!receiving, gentle abby, lots of uses of swears, car sex, praising, hair tugging, name calling, smut with very little plot, abby calls her strap her "dick", cringe (low-key)

requests are open!!<33

ever since you were younger you always loved the idea of drugs, you used them as an escape, a way to leave the real world even if it was only for a few hours.

and of course when you went to college you found out about the school's dealer, abby anderson. obviously you were excited, you knew if you ever needed a little help she'd hook you up, and when you did, she really did give you what you needed.

for some reason she always discounted you, never making you pay fully. you never understood why, maybe because you were a nerd? no one ever expected you to be into drugs, and when you asked her for some she was genuinely surprised.

'mm, here for your usual?' she'd smile as she saw you open her car door, she'd lean back on the leather seat, one hand on the steering wheel as her head lightly turned to you.

'yes please.' you'd say, you always got the same thing, a tiny zip lock bag of a few joints packed in. she knew you too well, she'd always make sure to pack the bag full, so you had extra.

she reached into her backpack, pulling out the bag before handing it to you, the smile forming into a sly grin. 'y'know what?' she whispered, spreading her legs slightly.

'hm?' you hummed, taking the bag into your hands and setting it aside. you reached your hand into your pocket, pulling out a stack of cash, handing it to her.

she chuckled before pushing your hand away. 'no no- it's on the house.' you shook your head, trying to hand her the cash again, she swatted your hand away. 'seriously, babe, it's free.'

'n' why's that?' you said, your back pressed against the leather passenger seat, gently and slowly putting the cash down. 'because you're my best customer, silly.' she'd smile, her hands sliding down her thigh as she looked at you. you returned the smile, 'are you sure? I always buy from you.' you mumbled, she nodded.

'it's fine, princess.' she teased, a soft giggle escaping her throat. 'I don't want cash from you.' she said, you noticed she slowly checked you out.

'then what can I do for a payment?' you rested your hand on your thigh, your eyes lingering on her as you almost admired her gaze on you. your tone was serious, you genuinely wanted to give her something in return, as always.

her gaze softened, she looked at you, wondering if you were being serious, but of course you were. you never understood sarcasm or anything, you'd never usually joke around like how she would, and that's something she liked about you.

she'd lean in, taking her beauty as you felt her heavy eyes gazing all over your body. her eyes were half lidded, she mostly kept eye contact with you, only stopping to gaze down your neck. she'd lean in more, slowly, so she could whisper in your ear. 'this.' she pulled back for a second, taking a moment to look at your lips before she crashed hers onto them.

your eyes fluttered as she kissed you, a sweet sound of ecstasy escaped your throat as she pulled you closer. she wrapped an arm around you, kissing you deeply. 'c'mere angel..' she whispered against your lips as her hand slid down, gripping your left hip before tugging on it. you obeyed, letting her guide you over the glove compartment and onto her lap, she slowly adjusted herself to make sure you were comfortable.

you leaned into her, the soft sounds of love escaping both of your lips as she guided both hands to your thighs. she gently rubbed them, she pulled at your thighs, reeling you in even more.

you couldn't help but lightly moan, her touch was intoxicating and you never wanted it to stop. her hands slid up to your hips, she gripped them gently before gently pushing them against her. a sweet sound escaped from a tiny gap in between your lips, you felt something, almost like a buldge in her pants?

your eyes widened as she pressed you into it more, almost making sure you knew what you were being grinded against. she pulled away from the kiss, letting out a pant before resting her gaze on you again. 'you feel that? mm.. it's m'dick..' she whispered, a smile growing on her face as she rubbed you against it, her smile only growing when you made more of your beautiful noises.

'do you want me to fuck you?' she'd ask, but you couldn't focus, her voice was already enough for you. you'd give her a slow nod, a soft smile on your face as you let her guide your hips. your nod was a good response to her, her hands left your hips and instead creeped up your sides. 'get on your knees.' she said, it was almost like a command, you slowly backed up, slowly lowering yourself down into the bottom of the car seat. once you were down there she slipped her jeans off, guiding them down to her ankles. she smiled at you, grabbing your chin and guiding it up to her strap. 'open up, angel..' you instantly opened your lips, enough for her to guide her strap into your mouth.

she slid a hand into your hair, guiding it into a ponytail so she could tug on it. you looked up at her, only the tip of her dick being in your mouth. she gently thrusted forwards, the head of the strap sliding into your mouth, it slightly hit the back of your mouth. she gently pushed in and out, slowly throat fucking you, she made sure to get her strap wet enough for you. she tugged on your hair, you closed your eyes, lightly gagging as her strap slid in and out of the opening to your throat.

she leaned back, staring at you, taking in every detail of you as she watched you take her dick like a champ. she uttered out light praise, smiling at you as the strap hit your uvula slightly. 'good girl..' she whispered before gently pulling the strap out of your mouth, putting her thumb onto your bottom lip. she pulled her hand back, patting her lap. 'c'mon pretty girl.' you smiled, the smile was so pure. you lifted yourself up, guiding yourself back onto abby's lap.

her hands grabbed at your hips again, leaning in to give you a quick kiss before she grabbed the waistband of your pants, quickly sliding them down. 'take em' off..' she mumbled. you giggled, helping her take your pants and panties off, sliding them down your ankles.

she smirked at you, the ends of her mouth curving up into a lustful expression. her hands pulled your hips fowards, guiding you into a different position. she turned you around, making you face the steering wheel, she rubbed her hands up your sides, her fingers circling them. she began to lift you up slightly, wrapping one arm around your waist before she guided you down on her dick.

you whined at the feeling, you felt a soft pain as she stretched you out, but the pain quickly faded. she leaned in to kiss your neck, whispering an 'I'm sorry, baby..' when she heard your whine. you cooed, reassuring her it was okay. she took your hair into her hand again, taking a hair band off of her wrist and guiding your hair into it slowly, making sure it wasn't tied tightly. with a light tug on your hair she gently started to thrust into you. rubbing down your thigh in slow motions as she leaned in to kiss down the back of your neck again.

you whimpered, her arm sliding around your waist again as she lifted you up and down onto her. tugging at your ponytail once more as a soft grunt left her lips. your eyes rolled back into your head as butterflies swirled in your stomach. her arms practically cradled you, her eyes took in your curves before she let her spare hand roam them.

'mph.. abby..' you grunted, your hands struggling to try and find something to grip. she slowly sped up her gentle thrusts, rubbing her hand over your stomach as she sucked a light hickey onto the back of your shoulder. 'do you like that angel? like the feeling of my dick fuckin' you?' she lightly teased, letting out a soft giggle into your ear as she pulled at your ponytail again, biting down onto your neck, not hard, very gently, making sure not to hurt you.

you'd nod, not sure if you were able to choke out a sentence, not when abby's dick being this deep inside you. she'd tug at your hair once more, 'use your words, sweetheart..' she mumbled. you whined, taking a second as you tried to get a sentence out. 'I love it-- mmggh..' your sentence got caught up as abby hit a weak spot, you gripped the steering wheel as she hit it again, and again.

she was driving you fucking insane, her dick fucked you so effortlessly, she slid in and out of you with delicate precision. your cunt started gushing around her dick, she only pushed in deeper, using the sound as a signal that you were close. you never felt this feeling before, a intense knot in your stomach growing and growing, desperately wanting release as she bucked her hips into you.

it all felt unreal, she was sending you to heaven and you didn't want it to stop. sweet moans left your mouth, another signal for abby to keep going, she loved the sound of your voice, the way you let out the prettiest noises that were only for her to hear. she needed to please you, making it a mission. she leaned back, letting go of your hair before she put both hands on your hips, helping you ride her. she praised you, her tone as genuine as possible, she made you feel good, amazing at that. 'you got this baby, cum f'me.' she said, her grip tightened on your hips, making it feel as if she was holding you down, making sure you couldn't get away. you squirmed, choking out a whine. 'm'gonna cum, abs..'

she'd chuckle, her hands gripping at the soft fat on your thighs. 'let it out, let it all out f'me..' she said, guiding you to your orgasm. it all felt like a blur, you bit down on your bottom lip, cursing under your breath as you felt it. you came down from your high like it was a waterfall, she helped ride out your orgasm. quickly speeding up as you'd moan: 'fuuuck.. abs..!' she'd smile, gently slowing down. your eyes would roll back again, as you felt your walls gush. she pulled you back, letting you lay on her. she'd kiss down your neck, rubbing her hands up your curves again. 'did so good f'me didn't you?' she asked, looking for an answer as you panted. 'mmhhmmm..' you'd say, your voice cracking. she'd chuckle, staring at your face with a gentle gaze, guiding a hand up your arm.

'I think I'd prefer this as payment..'

'me too...'

authors note: hsgshshsjs it's finally done, I seriously was tweaking writing this like my writers block rn is insane so sorry if it starts good and gets worse towards the end, idk I'm tired but yaah.

#SoundCloud #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby x reader #wlw

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worldlxvlys · 19 days

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I have a request, if you’re taking them

can you do a dwb!Matt where reader relapses badly, and he has to help her through her withdrawals

if not that’s totally cool, but I’m a sucker for angsts so I thought I’d ask

help you

dealer! matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: angst, drug addiction/ withdrawals, mentions of nausea, cursing

a/n -> please read with caution !!

i love you all and my dms are always open if you need to talk <33

MATT’S POV

“i’m fine, matt” she said for what had to be the millionth time.

she smacked my hand away with her own, while she attempted to pour water into a cup with her free one.

her hands were so shaky, she could barely get any of it in the cup. she let out a frustrated sigh, setting the pitcher down onto the counter.

“here” i spoke as i poured the water for her, handing her the glass.

“you hungry?” i asked as i grabbed a paper towel, cleaning up the spill.

“no” she spoke, moving her arm to her forehead to wipe the sweat that began to accumulate.

“when’s the last time you ate something?” i asked her.

“can we turn down the heat?” she asked, continuing to wipe her sweaty skin.

“the heat isn’t on, here” i spoke as i grabbed a washcloth, soaking it in cool water. i folded the washcloth in half, guiding her to sit down on the couch.

she placed the washcloth on her forehead, laying her head back with a sigh.

“is there anything you actually want to eat?” i asked, moving back towards her refrigerator. i was aware that she didn’t have an appetite, but she hadn’t eaten all day long.

“no, matt. i just don’t want to feel like this, i wanna go back to normal” she replied. “how long is this gonna last ? i don’t think i can take much more of this”

“hey, it’s ok. i’m gonna help you through this” i spoke as i made my way back to her, a granola bar in hand.

“no, you don’t get it. i feel like i’m dying, matt. my entire body aches, the thought of food makes me nauseous, i’m covered in sweat, and i’ve never felt weaker in my life. you wanna help? let me take something, anything. please, i need it matt” she looked at me with her eyes slightly widened, clutching onto my shirt.

i’d never seen her look so helpless.

“you know i can’t do that, baby” i spoke, grabbing her hand. “i’m gonna run you a bath, ok? how hot do you want the water?” i asked her.

“a bath isn’t gonna do shit, matt. you know what i need. let me take something or leave me alone”

“i’m trying to help you-” i started, quickly being cut off, “help me? you did this to me. this is your fault. tell me, what do you think happens when you sell drugs to people? do you know how many people you’ve made just like me? you’re no saint, matt. you’re actively helping people ruin their lives”

she didn’t mean it. of course, she didn’t . she’d say anything to get her fix. but that didn’t make her words hurt any less.

she wasn’t telling me anything i hadn’t told myself before. and i hated that i let her end up like this. she was right, this was my fault.

i should’ve done a better job at protecting her, at keeping her safe. i couldn’t do anything about failing in the past, but i damn sure could prevent it from happening in the future.

“you’re right, this is my fault. but letting you erase your progress now would only end up hurting you more in the long run. the only way i can help you is by being here for you. so you can yell at me, be mad at me, be annoyed with me, i don’t care. i’m not going anywhere, okay?”

instead of saying anything she just blinked up at me, nodding her head gently.

“now, how hot do you want your bath water?”

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littleredwolf · 1 year

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The Sleepover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 1,740

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been dating for a while but he is yet to spend the night at her place. After breaking down barriers and allowing himself to drop his guard, Bucky soon decides it’s finally time to take the next step.

Warnings: Mentions of Bucky’s PTSD/recovery

A/N: This was inspired by the scene in TFATWS that shows Bucky waking up on his apartment floor. It’s such a visceral moment that sheds light on just how much trauma he carries with him, and I wanted to bring some lightness to that in the form of Y/N. Long story short, I just wanted our favourite super soldier to receive the comfort he so desperately needs and deserves.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the unmistakable roar of Bucky’s motorcycle pulling up outside, and you launched yourself off the couch to greet him. The two of you had been dating for a little over four months now but tonight was the first time he was staying over and you were practically vibrating with excitement.

You had met a year ago when you’d been paired together on a scouting mission in Bucharest, spending an intensive four weeks trailing a suspected arms dealer. After spending the better half of a month shacked up together in a dingy apartment, it was inevitable you'd open up to one another eventually. After months of skirting around your feelings and your friends encouraging you both to speak up, the two of you had eventually plucked up the courage to confess your feelings and the rest, as the saying goes, was history.

Bucky had been a true gentleman from the very beginning and had confessed early on that he'd wanted to take things slow - it had been a long time since he'd courted a woman and thanks to his coloured past he'd all but given up on the prospect of love, so the concept of a relationship was one he still sometimes struggled to get his head around.

You understood completely and had made every effort not to overwhelm him. You were fully aware of his trauma and the suffering he'd endured and endeavoured to provide him with a calm, safe space that allowed him to let his guard down in a way he was comfortable with.

Over the last few months he'd gotten much better with touch and now it was at a point where he practically craved it. Whether he was holding your hand, laying his head in your lap while you watched TV or wrapping his arms around you from behind while you were cooking dinner, Bucky loved touch and would always find an excuse to be near you or touching you in some way. You were more than happy to indulge his needs and fussed over him at every opportunity, joking that he was like an overgrown puppy when it came to affection.

You could have cried with how sweet he’d been when he’d kissed you for the first time - he was so careful as he’d tenderly pressed his lips to yours, as though expecting to break you, and in that moment it had dawned on you that he probably wasn’t used to being so gentle towards another human being.

It was so fulfilling witnessing this once broken man rebuilding and flourishing in his new life, and you felt truly honoured that he wanted you to be a part of it.

At the sound of a knock at the door your excitement grew to an almost immeasurable amount, and you took a moment to gather yourself before answering.

You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d gone to bed alone after spending an evening with Bucky, aching for him to be beside you, and although you understood and respected his reasons for not staying you couldn’t help the sting of loneliness that crawled in whenever he left at the end of an evening.

The sight of him standing in your doorway with an overnight bag slung over his shoulder was one you’d never dared to believe you’d witness, yet here he was, casually leaning against the doorframe as he waited for you to answer the door.

“Hey Buck,” you grinned, stepping forward to greet him with a kiss which he eagerly welcomed. Wrapping his arms around you, he guided you backwards into your apartment, dropping his bag and kicking the door to a close behind him. You were breathless when he pulled away, staring up at him in awe.

“Wow, that was…just, wow,” you marvelled, completely lost for words.

“I could hear your heartbeat so I thought I’d ease some of your nerves,” he smirked, and your cheeks reddened at his confession.

“Dammit Barnes, I told you not to use your super hearing on me. What if I was in the bathroom!?”

“You think I haven’t heard you pee before?” His laughter - one of your favourite sounds - echoed around the room as you shot him a horrified glare, and he quickly pulled you into his embrace to ease your embarrassment.

“I’m reconsidering this sleepover already,” you grumbled into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist, breathing in his leathery scent. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“Come on doll, why don't you show me where I’ll be sleeping.”

You immediately perked up at his words - which you suspected was his plan - and with a grin you grabbed his bag and led him to the bedroom to unpack.

–

The evening passed like any other - you cooked dinner, played some board games, and ended the night cuddled up on the couch with a movie - but instead of falling asleep in Bucky's arms like you usually did, you felt wide awake.

Bucky switched off the TV as you began to tidy away your empty glasses and snacks, and an awkward silence hovered over the room as you both pondered how to navigate the rest of the evening.

"So, sweetheart…what do you usually do at this point?" Bucky broke the silence as he came to lean against the counter beside you.

"Well, usually, once you've left I go to bed," you replied, realising that the suggestion of going to bed may be misinterpreted and quickly adding, "but we don't have to do that yet if you're not tired."

Bucky's hand came to rest on your arm and you looked up to find him smiling reassuringly.

"It's okay, doll. I'm happy to go to bed," he murmured, trailing his hand down to entwine his fingers with yours and leading you to your room.

You were already in your pyjamas so you slipped straight under the covers while Bucky walked round to the other side of the bed and began undressing down to his boxers. You couldn't resist a sneaky peek while his back was turned, and as soon as you gave in to your temptation you regretted it immediately - Bucky's chiselled body was truly a sight to behold and one you were sad to have to tear your eyes away from.

"Would you like me to strike a pose?" Your boyfriend's playful voice broke your train of thought and you snapped your eyes to his, finding him smirking at you with his hands on his hips.

You'd been caught red handed, and red faced! Your cheeks were blazing and you pulled the covers up to hide your face as Bucky crawled in next to you. The embarrassment quickly dissolved once he was laying next to you, your mind suddenly too preoccupied to care, and you turned to face him with a grin.

"You're here," you said gleefully, melting into his open arms.

"I'm here," he echoed, his smile mirroring yours.

With a tender kiss he pulled you closer, tucking you under his chin in a firm but gentle embrace, and soon you found the tendrils of slumber pulling you into the sleepy abyss.

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A few hours later you were awoken by a cold breeze at your back, and you reached your hand out in the darkness, heart sinking when an empty bed greeted you.

Had Bucky left? Had he changed his mind about spending the night? Had you imagined the whole thing?

Your thoughts teetered on a downward spiral as you sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, but your insecurity quickly turned to confusion when you looked to your side and found that not only was Bucky missing from your bed, but his pillow was too.

Eyebrows knitting together, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and got up to try and solve the mystery, but you didn't get very far before your foot bumped into something solid.

Bucky.

The super soldier sat bolt upright at your touch, wide eyes staring straight ahead, and for a moment you feared he'd forgotten where he was altogether. He soon came to his senses, however, shaking off any remnants of sleep and looking up at you with a sheepish expression.

"I, uh…sometimes find it hard to sleep," he offered, fidgeting with the blanket he must have grabbed from the couch. "Sorry, I'm still kinda getting used to the idea of a comfortable bed."

He chuckled dryly and your chest tightened at his doleful expression - here was this brave, strong man who had been through hell, and he was apologising!?

That just would not do.

"Oh, Buck," you cooed, sinking to your knees in front of him and holding his face in your hands. "You don't need to apologise for anything."

His eyes met yours and you hoped he could see the love and sincerity in them. The guards he worked so hard to keep up slipped just a tiny bit, and he gave you a tearful smile as he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. Kissing the top of his head, you turned and reached up to grab your pillow off the bed, setting it on the floor beside his before reaching back again for the covers.

"You don't have to do this, doll. You won't be comfortable," he protested once he realised you were intending to join him, but you simply waved a hand to quiet him.

"We're in this together now baby," you softly reassured, adjusting the blanket so it covered the both of you. "I'm right here with you every step of the way."

You kissed him deeply and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down with him as he laid back on the hardwood floor. By no means was it comfortable and you knew in the morning your back would be aching, but none of that mattered while you were at Bucky's side.

He'd been fighting his demons for so long, and he'd likely be fighting them for a long time to come, but there was no way you were going to let him continue fighting them alone.

Tucked tightly into Bucky's side, your head on his chest and the sound of his heart beating in your ears, you fell back to sleep with surprising ease, and neither you, nor Bucky, woke again until morning.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky fluff #bucky imagine #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #winter soldier #avengers #sebastian stan #ptsd #trauma

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verinarin · 5 months

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The mission and how it teaches him the slight difference between protectiveness and possessiveness

(Dr. Ratio x Partner Fem! Reader)

Part One (￣^￣)ゞ - Part Three ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

This would be a trilogy so expect one more part

This is mainly spicy fluff as I like to call it (fluff with sexual tension ψ(｀∇´)ψ) The sum of this fic is… let’s watch Ratio lose his marbles over Reader gambling her life yet again !

comment what do you think about this part, it sorta motivates me lolololol (*⁰▿⁰*)

Support me on Ko-fi ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

If someone could be an embodiment of both the path of erudition and nihility it would be you, because he couldn’t fathom how a person could be so strategic yet so careless at the same time

Your eyes glimmers with vexatious enthusiasm as the dealer distributes the cards, he shouldn’t have agreed to meet with the potential client in a casino of all places

“Don’t fool yourself, think before anything else,” he leans beside your ear, trying to at least guide you to not do anything heedless

“Veritas Ratio, don’t you worry we’re not here to gamble,” you smile as you glance at your cards

He audibly sighs as he leans back, his arms folded as he see your opponent in front of you, a well known casino owner in Penacony someone so powerful that the IPC would want in their pocket

You’re tasked to invest in said casino, no matter what choices you have to make in the future, you need to report back with satisfactory results

That’s something you never cease to succeed in, doubling the profits. While he is here to assure your safety while doing so and the legality of your methods, while the casino owner over there ogles all over your body, how disgusting…

“I’m here to extend my sincerest gratitude for setting the meeting for today,” you extend your hand for a handshake towards the man seating before you, which is reciprocated but you can’t help but to feel a little bit distraught over the firm handshake

“Now now it’s not a big deal really, so what does the IPC wants from me hmm?,” the man chuckles, his eyes glaring at you, like a predator stalking its prey

Ratio took notice of this, the man exudes a strange aura that he can’t seem to pinpoint, leering at you while seemingly unaware of him currently seating beside you

“Ah a man that gets right to the point, I like that ! Ratio if you don’t mind,” with that he nods as he took a briefcase filled with a hefty amount of credits

“We’re here to invest in your casino sir, to further aid us in widening our connections and intel pool,” Ratio opens the briefcase to reveal its contents for the casino owner to see and he doesn’t seem to be interested at the slightest

You study his micro-expressions and quickly state that everything is negotiable if credits doesn’t suit his taste, he smiles before revealing his true desire

“Well now I’m a casino owner and I have plenty of investments under my name, I need no more credits in my life, but well what I do need is a beauty like you,” hearing this a gear starts to move on your head, your eyes glints underneath the yellow light

Ratio on the other hand can’t believe in such fool existing, worse yet breathing in front of him with such mediocre want, if his sharp gaze could be considered blades, then this man already have his neck severed seconds ago

“A lady like me have a high price tag y’know ?,” you let out a small snicker as you fold your arms, a sudden soreness blooms on your thigh you struggle to keep your smile as you glance down to see Ratio’s hand digging itself into your thigh

You glance up to see his expression, it’s screaming ‘foolish girl are you seriously going to do what I think you’re going to do’

You forgot that Mr. Veritas Ratio over here also has a PhD in reading you, he knows very well you’re going to gamble away your life yet again

The casino owner notice quickly of the tension between you both and so he cuts straight towards his price “I’m willing to let you invest in my casino for 40% profit if you win sweetheart, but if you lose then you’re going to stay and be my personal doll,”

Before Ratio could even open his mouth to disapprove these moronic terms, you’re quick to give your own terms

“Now now as I say before I’m quite the expensive asset, if you want me to be your pretty little doll then I’m afraid you’re going to gamble more,” you pout your soft lips at the casino owner, successfully riling up both him and Ratio at the same time

“With a cute face like that, you’re making me want to gamble my life away,” he boisterously laugh

“Then please do !, if you win you’ll have me but if you lose you’re going to sell this casino of yours and the payment would be the amount of credits that’s inside that briefcase,” you quickly reply

The man scoffs before dimming the cigarette he was smoking “What makes a pretty little thing like you so confident about winning ?,”

“Let’s just say I have a winning streak these past days, now what do you say sir ?,” well that’s true to some extent Ratio needs to applaud your constant stream of luck but that doesn’t justify whatever this is

“I love that feisty attitude of yours, so let’s gamble !,” the casino owner seemed to be riled up by your confident nature

While Ratio is currently questioning how does his life leads to being stuck in here between two gambling maniacs with questionable intellect, his cover his face back with his alabaster head, not wanting to interact with this monstrosity of a situation

“Great !, Ratio please draft us a contract immediately, I can’t wait to start,” you turn your head to the side to reveal Ratio glaring at you, with that look of disapproval emanating from his person, well you can’t see his expression but you definitely feel it, like mentally and physically feel his disappointment…

“Of course excuse us sir, while we compose a fair contract,” Ratio took off his alabaster head before excusing himself outside the private room, dragging you with him

Before you could protest however, he shoves you towards the wall and pins you in place with his arms caging you in, holding you captive for as long as he deems fit to scold you

With one of his arm on top of your head and the other holding you in place by your waist you could hear his uneven breathing pattern accompanied by his rather intoxicating scent “Did I not make myself clear earlier, think before executing your task !,” he whispers beside your ear, his tone deep and demanding

At this point you wish for him to yell at you instead as per usual because being close to him like this makes your brain melt, especially after that incident an hour ago.

‘What’s with the sexual tension !!!?!’, you silently scream as you try to come out with an excuse, but your brain has failed to do so because it’s currently overheating

He’s grown impatient with the silence you gave, he uses his hand to gently force your face to look at him, forcing you to stop ignoring him. “I-i umm if I win this gamble y’know how profitable it’ll be right ahahaha,” you nervously mumble, your sentence was a bit jumbled because of him unnecessarily squeezing your whole face

His eyes stares dead into yours before asking one more question with that deep silky smooth voice he used earlier, “What if you fail to win ?, it’ll be a tremendous lost for the IPC and you’ll be gifting away yourself in a silver platter to a fool who doesn’t deserve you, not even worth your time,”

‘ASDHDJFHKSK,’ is the inaudible sound that internally plays inside your brain as you feel his thumb caressing your bottom lip. I mean sure the IPC would suffer quite the loss for losing one of its high rank employee but not tremendous loss and what’s with the last statement?!?, you feel like Ratio is threading on a thin line between being protective and possessive

“I live by ‘audaces fortuna iuvat’ and I’ll stick with it till the rest of my life Ratio, so please believe in my ability to win or at least try to be supportive of me,” you sternly reply

There it is, the fiery passion reflecting in your eyes that he oddly founds to be attractive

Well this whole ordeal goes against his way to conduct negotiations and he doesn’t like to admit that the stakes are pretty tolerable considering the reward. As much as he hates to admit it, you do have an unparalleled ability to gamble your way out of situations; scarily reminds him of a peculiar person back at the office

“It seems that you’re certain with your decision, once I draft this contract and send it to headquarters there’s no turning back and I can’t assist you in anyway,” he sighs as he puts both of his hand on your shoulder, insinuating the high pressure of this gamble

You already feel the pressure by his mere presence, but you won’t back down not when you already manage to lure that casino owner into a shitty gamble

“Draft the contract, I assure you by the end of this I’ll be taking the Casino’s land certificate,” you smile, with that he can’t help but to take a deep breath and sigh, that’s it there’s no going back now

“You can’t afford to lose, this is your freedom we’re talking about and you’re not a damn trophy he could flaunt,” he huffs as he now retracts his hands away

“Relax, if I don’t know you any better I might mistake this as you feeling a little bit too possessive over me,” you jokingly punch his arm

However his reply is no joke at all “Maybe I am, who knows it’s open to interpretation, but do note that I can’t afford to lose you too,”

“W-what for what possible reason?!?,” this man has a tendency to really keep you on your edge doesn’t he ?

“I have my own reasons and agenda, that I will not disclose at least not when you’re gambling your freedom away,” he sighs as he massage his temples

“Fine have it your way mister I’m soo morally ambiguous!,” you huff as you walk back towards the door, however he grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards his embrace,

“May fortune bless the bold,” he mumbles against the crown of your hair, his arm loops around your shoulder as, holding you close against his chest as he inhales your calming scent for the last time, you took this weirdly affectionate Ratio as a good sign of luck !

Since he usually hit your head with that ridiculously heavy codex instead-

“Stop worrying about this, you know that the chances of me winning is higher than that guy !,” you mutter against his broad chest before pushing him away and turn your heels toward the door

With a huge smile on your face you open the door to reveal decks of cards and poker chips waiting for you “Let’s gamble shall we ?,”

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dr ratio #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio fluff #dr. ratio #dr. ratio x reader

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cameronspecial · 9 months

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Some People Can Change

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Drugs and Angst

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: Rafe really does want to change, but what happens if nobody else believes he can?

A/N: Rafe isn't a murderer and doesn't hide dead bodies in this one-shot, but everything else he does in Canon happens.

Masterlist

Y/N Y/L/N was only supposed to be a one-night stand. Rafe wasn’t planning on interacting with her after she left his bedroom. He was a Kook and she was a Pogue, who worked as a bartender at the club. However, when he woke up the next morning to the smell of frying bacon and the sound of “Dance The Night” accompanied by her dance moves, he knew she wasn’t really going to be leaving his life after today. Plus, her advice was life-saving. “I think I’m going to do something really bad,” he confessed to her, sitting at the kitchen island with coffee in hand. She looked at him in understanding, “Well, you said going to, which implies it has happened yet. And if it hasn’t happened, then you always have a chance to fix it. It’s up to you to own the fact that you recognize it isn’t good and to stop it.” This led to Rafe stopping the murder of his father that he put into action.

———

Ever since that day, Rafe is not often seen without his arm around Y/N, looking at her like she is his world. Because she is. He knows she wouldn’t put up with the shit that he pulls on a normal basis, so he made an effort to stop his vices. He is just grateful she is relatively new to town and hasn’t had the chance yet to hear the gossip about him. This means he has a chance to turn his life around before she finds out. But no one in his life actually believes he can change.

“I told you, Barry. I’m not dealing or using anymore. Not cocaine, not weed. I gotta go cold turkey,” Rafe reiterates, sliding the drugs and gun towards the pogue. “And I certainly don’t need this gun anymore.” Barry shakes his head and pushes the item back toward Rafe, “You really think you are going to last man? You aren’t going to be able to stay away from these just because of her. You can’t change man.” “You’re wrong. Every time I do drugs, I’m making the conscious decision to turn towards them. Y/N is helping me realize that I have other ways of coping with my issues,” he gestures his hand toward his chest to prove himself. “Come on, Country Club. Just take them back.” Rafe grows frustrated with this conversation. Instead of fighting back and yelling at the dealer, he tries to take deep breaths to calm himself. It sort of works, but nobody is perfect. So he storms out of the trailer with the loud clang of the front door closing behind him.

He gets home from Barry’s storming into the living room with his anger clear on his face. “Love, what’s wrong?” Y/N poses, lowering the volume of the TV. Rafe gives her a harsh look, “WHAT THE F-!” He can’t finish his yelling because Y/N is already gently placing her hand on his sternum to guide his breathing. “I know you are angry about something, right now, but that gives you no right to displace that anger towards me. So if you feel the need to release this negative energy, then I would like for you to channel this feeling through working out, please. I’ll come to see you to talk after half an hour.” Rafe knows that she is correct and she probably got these ideas from a psychology book she bought. God, she’s so smart.

Rafe heads up to the punching bag in his room and starts throwing punches at it. As promised, she comes to check on him after some time. “Now that we’ve calmed down, do you want to talk about it?” Y/N inquires, bringing his hands into her smaller ones and giving his bruised knuckles a kiss. He nods at her, “Yeah, I just went to give something back to a… uh… a friend and he insisted that I still needed it. It was frustrating.” His subconscious knew the problem was deeper than that and this caused tears to threaten to spill. Rafe is quick to hide his face behind his palms.

“Somehow I don’t believe that this is the true root of your crying. Do you think you can talk about it?”

“Uhh, no. I don’t think I truly know what I’m feeling. Can we just cuddle and think instead?”

Y/N is happy to oblige, lying down on the bed and opening her arms so he can rest his head on her chest.

———

“No, Rafe. I have to tell Y/N. She deserves to know,” Sarah argues, making her way back into the house from the back patio. Rafe is quick to follow her. At the same time, Y/N is heading towards the same door from the bathroom. “Tell me what?” Sarah turns towards the girl, ready to tell her about Rafe’s faults.

“Rafe is a liar and thief and violent and a drug addict. He isn’t a good person, sweetie!”

“I may not have been a good person and I admit to being everything you’ve said but I’m trying to change. Y/N helped me realize that I need to change.”

“Ooh, like you can change. Honestly, no offense Y/N, but we both know this road to redemption act is all going to go away once you get bored of her.”

Rafe wants to yell that it isn’t true what Sarah is saying, but he remembers the breathing exercises Y/N taught to help calm down and puts those into practice. He knows adding more anger to this argument is just going to lead toward a slippery slope of words he will regret.

“You may believe that, but I don’t. So I’m sorry I stole the cross and melted it down. I know that it can’t bring back the artifact for Pope. But I’ve already given the money I got from it to Pope and made a donation with my own money to the church.”

“Well good for you, doing one good thing to not feel guilty and to tell Y/N you are a good person.”

“I know about all of this already. Thank you for wanting to tell me, Sarah, but I already know everything and I would like to get the rest of the information straight from Rafe, now,” Y/N interrupts the argument before it becomes never-ending. Rafe’s palms are pressed into his eyes and she knows he is trying to hide his tears. She does not allow the conversation to continue; instead, brings him upstairs and moves his hands from his face. She wipes the tears away and presses a kiss to his forehead, “You don’t have to hide your tears away from me.”

“Why can’t anyone believe I can change? What if everyone is right?”

“Don’t say that. I believe that maybe not everyone can change, but some people can change. And you are definitely a part of some people.”

“How can you say that about me with everything you’ve known about all this time?”

“Because the Rafe that I was told about would’ve ended that argument with violence. He was violent, rude, a liar, stole and relied on drugs like it was water. The one before me approached that argument with recognition of his wrongdoing. He is working on his anger, is polite, tells me the truth, always pays for me and attends NA. He is one month sober. That is how I know you have changed.”

“Nobody else believes I can.”

“I know, love. I know it hurts. But right now let’s just focus on who does believe. You and Me. Then we can use this belief to prove everyone else wrong.”

“Okay, I can do that. I love you, Y/N/N.”

“ I love you too, love.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #outer banks #outer banks rafe #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x you #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #outerbanks

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miniversse · 23 days

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Hello, in case your requests are without any guidelines, can you a fic like this:

You saved the life of I.N., who was fatally injured in a deal gone wrong, but you're oblivious that he's from SKZ (an underground group known to be dangerous).

Let me know if you have any questions? Thanks for considering!

⭑ “i owe you” ⭑ pt.1

⭑ jeongin x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol reader, non-idol jeongin, causal mentions of blood and scars, mentions of other members (bang chan), reader is a doctor

⭑ note: by no means am i a doctor so please correct any of my terminology if its not used correctly.

⭑ minors dni

the red traffic light glowed in the cold, dark night, forbidding you from shutting your eyes. your car's broken clock insisted it was 12:08 AM, though you knew it must be at least 4:08 AM. The familiar alleyway you always surveyed after your dreaded shift was usually populated by drug dealers, homeless souls, and discarded beer cans. tonight, however, a figure crouched there, clutching his right hand and gazing up at the moon...

fortunately a parking spot was open right after the traffic stop and you rush your first aid kit out of the back, pacing to this odd instance. running up to strange man at 4 in the morning wouldn’t be ideal, but you’re a doctor who believes there is good in everyone, and leaving someone hurt is morally wrong. your footsteps slow down as you approach him, eventually stopping to make out his face.

his face was illuminated by the moon he looked up to for hope. his eyes were sharp and dreamy, reminiscent of a fox’s gaze. a fresh scar ran down his left cheek, hinting at a serious injury. you couldn’t make anything else of his condition, but it seemed severe and the only solution would be taking him home to treat him.

“e-excuse me?”

his eyes flickered to the direction of your voice, squinting at your - not too appealing - presence. regardless of his beauty, his tattoos and shredded, soiled clothes lent him an intimidating feel.

“who are you?” his voice couldn’t be described as deep, but rather a large and empty void.

“im y/ln, doctor at the local hospital here. i noticed you looked injured and came to help”

“im fine”

you moved closer to him, shining a small flashlight on his body. the injuries were severe and far from fine. knife wounds, bruises and a split lip covered his body, causing him to lose more blood by the minute.

“im sorry, but i cannot leave you in this condition”

he grunted, his grip tightening on his hand, struggling to give you an audible response.

“just. leave.”

you act quick and throw his limp arm around your shoulder, guiding him slowly to your car. his blood seeped into your shirt, but what worried you more was his life being between your hands.

“fuck! can’t you see it’s an open wound?” your body jumped at his cries, feeling heavier with sympathy for him. you tried your best to disinfect his wounds gently, but the pain would be near intolerable.

“it’s almost over” you whispered to him, too focused to answer him back properly.

he sat on the sofa of your living room, taking in the art works you hung on the wall to distract him from the gruesome pain. every now and then he would flinch or grunt, but it’s nothing you’ve never dealt with before as a doctor.

you near the end of his ‘procedure’ and move to his face, inspecting the deep scar that ran across his cheek and his busted lip. a mix of disappointment and curiosity washed over you, expressed in a long sigh.

“what did you get yourself into?”

“nothing”

“what’s your name?” your questions were an attempt to distract the painful alcohol grazing his cuts, but his hissing and grunting never came to a stop.

“j-jeong in”

you repeat the name to yourself, its familiarity nudging at your head. while preparing the bandages, you couldn’t help but take in his strong facial features. he looks back at you too, eyes outlining every detail of your face. you couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity, so you give it up to him being an old patient but a tattoo on his neck catches your eye, denying your conclusion.

(SKZ)

“SKZ? where have i heard that before?” it sounded like something that may have been in the newspapers they handed out to the doctors offices, or something on the news channel, but the lack of sleep wouldn’t be able to catch onto anything.

“you forced me into your home to fucking question me?!” he screamed at your face, looking at you in disgust. the words caught in your throat and you felt like crying, your thoughts crashing down. today had been stressful enough, and having someone scream at you was the last straw. jeongin notices the beads of tears forming on your waterline, changing his expression in a matter of seconds.

“please, just finish so i can leave” he sighs, turning to face the sunrise that peeked through the curtains. the teardrop falls on your leg and you return to what you should’ve been doing, feeling bad for the unnecessary confrontation you gave him.

a contact named “bang chan” buzzed his phone and he picks it up, placing it up to his ear and squirming at the pain of the alcohol on the scar of his cheek. you attempt to listen to some of the muffles from the other side, hoping you can conclude your suspicions about him.

jeongin- “yea?”

bang chan- “where are you man?”

jeongin- “getting treated by a random doctor in her house”

his eyes dart from his arm to your face, holding your gaze.

bang chan- “are you crazy? we are high profile by the police and you’re at a random doctors house?”

his tone was clearly sterner, but all the noises you could hear faded at the thought of having someone wanted infront of you. your body stiffens but you act clueless, worried of how dangerous he may be.

jeongin- “just… ill be back”

bang chan- “man this isn’t funny at all. you’re getting us in some deep shit”

jeongin- “she looks like she wouldn’t tell a soul”

bang chan- “a doctor? you couldn’t pick a worse person to help you?”

he scans your face for any fear or regret, but you hold back any emotions until he would be out of your house and safe.

bang chan- “god you’re so fucking oblivious. be here before the afternoon”

he laughs at his comment, ending the call.

you put all the equipment back to its place as jeongin sips on a mug of green tea, slouching on the couch. as a doctor you couldn’t let him out too early and he had to be watched for at least a day. but you were worried of his criminal state and if his friend would barge the door of your house open.

“you’ll need to rest. don’t get yourself involved in any of… that”

he nods, getting up to place his mug on the counter and head for the door.

“thank you. really”

you close your eyes, nodding at him and inspecting his bandages one more time.

“i owe you”

and with that, it would’ve been the last encounter with him. many questions ran through your head but it would autopilot to your couch, falling asleep to the memory of his ethereal but odd face.

the alleyway remained significant to you, always looking for him, or for another injured individual. but with the overflowing pressure of becoming a doctor and having no time to yourself, everything would fade away and it would become endless hours of work.

FIVE YEARS LATER

you parkoured between your new neighbors boxes to get to your door,

placing the groceries on the floor and rummaging for your key. your eyes couldn’t help but dart to the many boxes. the apartment next to you is finally occupied after a mysterious 3 years of nobody renting it.

at the collection of that thought, the door of the new neighbors unlocks, startling you. a mans back faced you, his hair orange, wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans. it was only when he turned that your heart may have stopped. his features were unmatched and unique, taking you a while to absorb before greeting him.

“hey! new neighbor?”

he didn’t respond for a while, looking at you with confusion.

“your name?”

“it’s y/n. im a doctor at the local hospital here. what about you?”

“jeongin”

recollections of that very night begin to flow through your mind and how everyday for weeks you stared into the dark alleyways, trying to picture his body there. immediately your eyes dart to his neck, only to find his tattoos slightly fading.

(SKZ)

your eyes dart back to his face, still questioning if it was true or not.

“i owe you”

PART 2

⭑ TAG LIST

@captainchrisstan @rylea08 @strayywayy @all4minnie @katsukis1wife @kayleefriedchicken

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madamplague · 6 days

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cute head canons for Darryl and Harley?

Oh boy >:]

(idk if this is about Contract in Blood or actual Terraria, but either way these can still work)

Before dating (because I ship them) I like to think they started out as rivals. In their canon relationship charts, they are neutral to each other, but they emote mean stuff to each other, so I interpreted that as friendly jabbing.

I like to think they became rivals because they constantly have arguments over if bows or guns are the better range weapon, since they both are rangers.

I like to think when Harley came clean about the whole WoF thing, Darryl and the hero were the first ones he told.

I know so many people make the arms dealer (especially with the guide x arms dealer ship) the one to fall in love first and generally a simp, which makes sense for how he acts in canon, but I find it so funny to think the guide was the one to realize his feelings first :3

Harley tried so hard to figure out how to ask Darryl out on his own, but he failed so much that he ignored his pride and begged the party girl (the town gossip along with the stylist) for help.

Now it's time for adorable stuff that ISN'T prologue junk:

Darryl is a sucker for physical attention/love. Holding hands, kisses, and hugs are his favorite go to affections (and Harley's too).

These fuckers are MARRIED, but proposing was an absolute disaster for Darryl. He got help from almost every NPC and still almost fucked it up, especially since he almost fell into a lake (he proposed while on a boat ride with Harley).

Even though neither Harley, Darryl, or the Angler (Sammy) will admit it, Sammy is basically the two's adopted son. (THIS HEADCANON IS BECAUSE OF ONE SPECIFIC ARTIST.)

Kathryn (if Healthy Dose of Rangers isn't involved 💔) is a very supportive friend/ex for Darryl, but she will not tolerate either of the two's bs.

Harley isn't shy, but he struggles to show affection. To make up for it, he likes to talk or check up on Darryl a lot.

Anytime Harley struggles to remember anything about guns or ammo, he'll always get help from Darryl.

From the point above, anytime Harley asks about anything to do with firearms, there is a 75% chance Darryl will answer in the form of a 15 minute explanation. Man's just passionate about his work.

These two are either very chill or lovey-dovey about their relationship, no inbetweens.

While Harley and Darryl got over their rivalry phases with each other, they will still "fight" over if guns or bows are superior range weapons.

For their birthdays, or any other holidays the NPCs decide to celebrate, Darryl tends to get Harley really good arrows (with a lot of struggles) and Harley goes out of his way and abuses his "I'm friends with the terrarian" privileges to get Darryl some pretty good firearms.

They both love reading. They can spend hours at a time going through Harley's library, and it makes for some fun dates.

While Darryl may seem like (and act like) a complete dumbass at times, Harley knows he's actually pretty clever.

That's all I could think of at the top of my head, but yeah: middle-aged men yaoi.

#terraria #imitator asks #imitator ask #guide x arms dealer #arms dealer x guide #also Healthy Dose of Rangers is guide x arms dealer x nurse and literally my favorite terraria ship

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virginsexgod69 · 3 months

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hi! can i please request a rick grimes x reader fic? dealer’s choice!

❝ Special ❞

YAAAAAY! my very first request! =D i was so excited to do this and i really hope you like it anon <3

18+

pairing Rick Grimes x Reader

summary You give Rick a very special day.

cw smut, unprotected p in v, creampie (kinda), bathtub sex

1.3k words

note i really wanted to post something for valentine's day, so just ignore that it was 5 days ago...haha...

You wanted to do something special for your boyfriend. He works so hard everyday for everyone. He deserved to relax, to be pampered, and no better day to do it than Valentine's Day. You looked outside and saw the sun was due to set soon, meaning he'd be home any minute.

Thankfully, the house was empty. Judith was with Carol and Carl was off somewhere. You hurried up the stairs and into the bathroom. You turned on the bathtub faucet, making sure the water was the perfect temperature. As the tub filled up, you gathered some candles from around the house and lit them around the bathroom, making it look romantic. For a finishing touch, you poured in some bubblebath and sprinkled flower petals -from the wild flowers you picked earlier that day- in the tub and around the bathroom. It wasn't perfect, but it looked pretty damn good considering the circumstances. Once the tub was full, you turned off the water and waited patiently for Rick to come home.

"What is all this?" Rick asked as you guided him into the candlelit bathroom.

"It's my gift to you. Now take off your clothes!"

He chuckled at your eagerness for him to undress. "Gift for what?"

"For Valentine's Day," you say as you unbutton his shirt for him.

He froze. Guilt was evident in his eyes as he looked away from you. He grabbed your hands and gently pulled them away from him.

"I..uh...I didn' kn-"

You cut him off with a gentle peck to the lips. "Don't worry about it, okay? Just let me spoil you."

Rick laughed, but relented anyway, letting you continue to undress him. Once he was completely naked, you couldn't help but admire his body. Despite having seen him naked many times before, you always got butterflies when his bare body was before you. Your core was already aching for him and he hasn't even done anything!

Rick stepped out of his pants and into the tub. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the hot water soothe his aching body. He relaxed against the tub and looked up at you with adoration in his clear blue eyes.

"What did I do to deserve this," he said with a lazy smile on his face. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing behind the clawfoot tub. You began massaging his shoulders, feeling how tense he was.

"You work too hard, baby," you commented as you massaged him.

"Got to," he leaned further back against the tub with his eyes closed, "these people don' know how to defend themselves."

"You're such a good man, Rick." There was so much adoration in your voice that he couldn't help but melt into your touch.

You grabbed a washcloth and wet it in the bathtub before lathering some body wash in it. Before you could even put the soapy washcloth on his body, he grabbed your wrist.

"Get in with me," he requested.

You smiled sweetly at him. "Rick, I want to make today special for you."

He looked at you pleadingly with those blue eyes. Those blue eyes you couldn't say no to, even if you wanted to.

You stripped off your clothes and tied your hair up so it wouldn't get wet. Rick's eyes followed you as you approached the tub again. He was looking you up and down hungrily, making your body heat up in both desire and bashfulness. You slid into the hot water and rested your back against Rick's strong chest. He nuzzled into your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Well, now today’s extra special.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words as your cheeks heated up. His hands strayed from your waist in favor of caressing your soft thighs. His facial hair tickled your skin as he pressed gentle kisses to the junction between your neck and shoulder. The fingers caressing your thighs found their way to your needy cunt, sliding between your silky folds. Despite being submerged in the bathwater, he could still feel how wet you were. The rough pads of his fingers began rubbing slow circles on your clit, eliciting a restrained whimper from you.

“R-Rick, I’m supposed to be making today special for y—” You were cut off by him biting your shoulder.

He ignored you and continued to pleasure your clit, causing sensual sounds to escape your pretty lips. His other hand traveled to your breast, roughly kneading before pinching your nipple. The finger that was rubbing your clit slid down your folds before entering your tight hole. The moan you let out sent blood rushing to the man’s cock. Your velvety walls clenched around his finger as it slid in and out of you. Your hips thrusted up into his hand as his pace increased. Your legs began to shake as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“P-please, Rick,” you whimpered.

He easily slipped in another finger and began rubbling your clit again with his thumb. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer with the combination of his rough fingers pinching your nipple, his thick fingers pumping in and out of you, and his thumb hastily rubbing circles on your clit. Your mind went blank and you screamed Rick’s name as you came. He continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm, pressing kisses on your neck and shoulder.

Once you came down from your high, you felt his hardness against your back. You freed yourself from the man’s loving grasp and turned to face him. You lined his hard cock up with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto it. The slight stretch caused by his cock felt so euphoric, it always did. You grabbed his face to pull him in for a kiss, but the way he was looking at you so lovingly gave you pause. You smiled at him and moved his hair out of his face before finally pulling him in for a kiss. This kiss wasn’t hungry and lustful; it was passionate, loving, and sensual. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, tasing you as if he were trying to absorb your essence. The need for air forced you two apart, but not for long as his lips returned to your body once again. He left nips and kisses across your neck and chest as his hands traversed down to your hips. He lifted you from his cock, before pulling you back down, meeting you halfway with a thrust of his own. He did this a few times before you picked up the rhythm. His mouth around your nipple had your pussy clenching around him. The sounds of pleasure he let out only motivated you to go faster, ignoring the water splashing out from the tub because of your movements. You felt him twitch inside you, letting you know he was close. The feel of his veiny cock scraping against your soft, fleshy walls nearly brought you to your second orgasm.

“Cum inside me, Rick,” you nearly begged.

He responded by pulling you in by the back of your neck for another kiss. His thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm overtook him. The two of you came in unison, teeth and tongues clumsily clashing as you moaned into each others mouths. Your pussy squeezed his cock, milking every drop of his hot seed out of him as you came. You slumped against him, resting your head on his shoulder once the two of you came down from your highs. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“Thanks for makin’ today so special, sweetheart,” he said before placing a gentle kiss to your head.

You sleepily hummed in response as the man traced shapes onto your back with his finger.

“We should probably get in the shower and actually wash ourselves.”

“Yeah.”

happy belated valentine's day! =]

#the walking dead #rick grimes x reader #smut #valentines day #fluff #rick grimes smut #rick grimes #twd smut #twd #fluff and smut #romance #requested

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starscabaret · 2 months

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First Sexual Encounter Yandere! Jaden ✧.*

pairing: yandere! Hood Drug Dealer (jaden) 💸 x Fem Reader

summary : jaden and y/n get freaky… it is unfinished there will be more parts im sorry <33

warnings: nsfw, sex, kinks, etc

Authors note: read Jaden’s intro, i love him

It was an early Saturday morning. You spent the night at Jaden’s apartment, the night was filled with cuddling and movie-watching. Jaden wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, so he asked you to spend the night. Of course, you agreed. Sleeping in his arms, in his bed, always granted you the best sleep.

Having his body so close to yours aroused you to no end. But you kept quiet. You and Jaden had only gone as far as some heavy making out. He hadn’t seen you naked, and you hadn’t seen him in all his glory. He was a gentleman, he didn’t want to rush things with you, and he could control himself. Well, at least he thought so.

Jaden leaves you in the bed to fix you a glass of water. While he is away in the kitchen, a distinct arousal begins to creep on you. You feel your pussy begin to water, you feel the wetness in your panties, making them transparent and damp. Your insides clench at the thought of anything filling it—especially any part of Jaden.

He comes back to the room water in hand, he sits it on your side of the bed as he bends down and kisses your forehead. Good Morning sweetness.

Hi, Jaden. You reply meekly as he slides back into bed behind you. You stay turned away trying to will your need for him away. If you turned around you’d see his handsome face, perfect brown skin, beautiful smile, and a million other things you love about him.

What’s wrong? He questioned pulling you into him.

Nothing, just sleepy. You reply.

I know you’re lying princess, you’ve been in here snoring for 12 hours. He whispers in your ear.

He adjusts his arm around you and his forearm brushes against your hardened nipples in your t-shirt.

You involuntarily moan aloud. Your face began to heat up in embarrassment. You start to turn around to fake a yawn or some other dumb excuse, but he already heard you.

He turns you around to face him, hey, I feel the same way about you, don’t be shy, he said grabbing your chin and forcing you to look in his eyes.

His other hand guides one of yours down his shirtless torso, to over his flannel pajama pants, making you feel his hardness.

He is ecstatic, you had moaned because of his touch. He thought it was so adorable you were hiding the fact that you had sexual urges too. Because he had them for you. But he preferred spending time with you and he would never rush you to sex.

Even though your hand was barely touching his length you felt the warmth radiating off of it. You even felt a dampness, where you guess the tip of his dick would be.

Can I see it? you boldly asked. You may not have known it but Jaden would do anything for you. Especially this.

Are you sure y/n? He asked holding your hand in his and kissing it. Jaden was looking into your eyes for confirmation of what you were asking him.

Mhmm You nod.

He sat upset to lay against his headboard, dragging you with him to sit beside him.

Go ahead princess he smiled at you. Making you do the work for what you wanted.

He was hiding how much he wanted it too. He knew that his cool and calm demeanor balanced out your erratic overthinking personality. He was hiding how his heart was beating out of his chest. How unprepared and desperate he was for your touch.

As you pulled the waistband of his briefs down, his dick sprung out.

Truly you didn’t know what you were expecting. But whatever it was, this was better. The only clues you had to go off was the feeling of his hardness when you sat on his lap or cuddled.

8 inches of gorgeous chocolate brown bobbed above his torso. About an inch from the tip, it started to turn into a pretty pink. And the tip… the tip was a soft cushioned shape shining from drops of precum. While you stared and almost drooled over it in shock, you saw a small pearl of precum work its way out of his tip.

You did the only thing you could think to do when greeted with such beauty… asked to worship it, Do you want my help, can I touch it please J?

What about you, sweet? You don’t want Daddy to please you first? he said while biting his lips and staring at you with low hooded eyes.

He had never called himself daddy before, and neither had you. But something about it coming from his mouth, in his bed, pretty dick out had your panties getting wetter. And Jaden wanted to be your Daddy, he wanted to be the most important thing in the world to you. He wanted to provide you with everything you ever wanted. Protect you from everything bad.

You gave no response to his question and immediately removed the shirt you were sleeping in. Turning towards him so your pussy was facing him. You were making sure he could see the way your panties gripped your puffy lips, making them apparent through the fabric. Making sure he could see the large wet spot developing.

Jaden likes to think that he can read your mind. He studies everything about you. He is addicted to you. You in this position he knew exactly what you needed. And he was confident he could give you that.

He damn sure wasn’t letting anyone else do it. Seeing you like this made him even more jealous of anyone who came before him. Hell, he even became jealous of your fingers and toys. Jealous of anything or anyone that got to see you like this.

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mystar-girl57 · 1 year

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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Dealer!Ellie Williams x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : trying her best to get you back and getting her act cleaned up, the one person that Ellie doesn’t want to ever see again shows up deciding to cause some madness.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Seline. Mentions of drugging drinks, one homophobic slur aimed at you and Ellie, mentions of violence, Ellie being uncomfortable, blood, description of Injury, implied r!pe but nothing explicit

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : I just realized the proper spelling of Seline is - Selene bc her name is (Sea-lee-n-ee-n) oh well- hope not to many though it was (see-line). Also part of chapter five will be this chapter but from your perspective. You’ll see what I mean once you read

With every step Seline took, Ellie backed away until Seline had made it into the dorm and had Ellie against the wall, her fingers gracing Ellies arms. They glided along her skin, over her tattoo and reaching up to her biceps. But before she could cup Ellies face the woman pushed Seline back harshly. “Get the fuck off me!” Ellie spat. Seline stumbled backward, her heels scuffing against the vinyl floor and her back hit the wall with a thud but she didn’t fall to the ground.

“I told you at the party that I wasn’t interested in you! And that still hasn’t changed!”

When Seline looked back up that sweet seductive demeanor was gone, replaced with a mean glare. She reminded Ellie of a Coral Snake. At first glance you’d think it was just a harmless Scarlet Kingsnake that had trodden across your path, but when you got close enough it’d strike at your ankle.

That's how Seline was, Ellie thought she was just another drunken girl trying to get into her pants but it was the exact opposite. Seline was sober, she knew what she was doing and she got what she wanted.

“You drugged my drink! You took advantage of me while I was in that state!” Ellie yelled, her voice growing more broken and tears started to well. “And because of that— because— because of you I lost that one good thing in my life. The one thing that was keeping me together, making sure I didn’t lose myself! Now she’s gone!”

The tear line of her eyes overflowed and the drops started to roll freely down her cheeks. It was the first time she had cried since that day that you came to her dorm and found Seline.

The blonde scoffed at the sight, watching Ellie slide down the wall and hide her face in her hands with her knees pulled up to her chest. Ellie was trying to make herself as small as possible in hopes that she’d disappear.

“Oh please don’t be such a baby about it.” Seline growled, “Drugged or not you kept whining her name over and over again, you even called me that skank's name on the way here! You mistook me for her.” Her voice then became an octave higher mockery lacing her tone as she repeated your name over and over again. “And here I thought you were so loyal to her.” Seline sneered, getting down on one knee and grasping Ellie’s jaw forcing the girl to look up. “Now look at you. In the same position with the same girl.”

Ellie’s breathing labored, feeling Seline’s thumb rub across her lower lip. She knew that she could easily over power Seline and throw her off as if she was nothing. But she was frozen in place, feeling helpless.

Seline’s breath fanned Ellie’s face and the girl closed her eyes tightly. But just before Seline’s lips could touch Ellies there was a loud ‘blam’ followed by a thud and Seline was on the floor, a shadow now looming over Ellie.

“Get the fuck off of her.”

Ellie looked up in shock to find you standing there, fists clenched and teeth gritting. Did you just do that? She looked over at Seline who pushed herself up onto her hand and knees, her free hand massaging the side of her face. Did you just kick her?! Ellie didn’t have time to process what was happening because two strong hands came up from the side of her guiding her to her feet and out the door where Dina was waiting. “Wait wait wait! What about her!” The dealer started to panic watching as the person who pulled her out, which turned out to be Jesse, closed the door behind him, leaving you and Seline in the dorm.

Ellie started to panic, her mind filling with white noise and her body started to shake. Even outside of the living space with the door closed she could hear the yells and even a few thuds. There was a practically loud slam near the door that snapped Ellie out of her thoughts and she could feel Dina holding her, her words now filtering through all the garbled noise in her ears.

“Breathe Ellie, breathe,” Dina gently soothed, rubbing her arms trying to keep her grounded. The girls looked up hearing Jesse boots clunk closer to the door. He put his ear against it for a few moments then pulled away with a frown. He must have heard something concerning because Jesse reached down, grasping the doorknob in his hand with the intent to open it. But before he could, the door was snatched back away from him, slamming against the wall, this time denting the wood slightly. Everyone turned their attention to the now open doorway to find you standing there. You were panting slightly, obviously out of breath, your hair was a frizzy mess as if someone had tried to yank it from your scalp. But your fists, oh your fists were busted and bruised, with warm red blood oozing from their contusions. A deep bite was also starting to show on your forearm and a deep purple bruise has started to crawl up from the corner of your jaw to the plush of your cheek.

“So— did ja’ win?” Jesse asked with a nervous chuckle but you just ignored him, wiping off the blood that was dribbling down your blood and onto your lips. From what Ellie could make out as you walked out of the doorway was Seline in a similar state to you as she struggled to get up. When she did, she grabbed her purse and stiletto and hobbled out of the room looking like she had gone through a tornado.

As she came by she stopped in front of Ellie, out of breath and in a much worse state than you had been in. “Y’know what Williams? Enjoy your fucking animal you fucking dyke.” Seline then spat at your shoes, the saliva splattering on the white toes of your hightops. Jesse watched your fists clench once more and he quickly grabbed a fist full of your shirt to keep you from lunging. The four of you then proceeded to watch her limp down the hallway, neither of you dared to breathe until Seline had gotten into the elevator and the sliding doors came together with a ding.

Ellie let a deep sigh escape her, relief washing over like a wave. She went over to you only to find your cold glare was now focused on her and that anxiety returned tenfold. Even after all that had just happened, were you still mad? Deep down she understood, you didn’t know the full story and even if you did it didn’t make it right.

Seeing Ellie look away from you in shame, your eyes softened some and you bit your bottom lip wondering what to do. You knew what you needed to do but it wasn't ideal. Holding back a groan you turned to Jesse and Dina. “Look, Jess, Dee, just go get some sleep, I’ll stay here and take care of Ellie.” Jesse and Dina exchanged looks of surprise. “Are you sure?” Jesse questioned, “I don’t want to just leave you here after—” you raised your hand to cut him off. “We need to talk and I feel like I’m about to collapse, titts caught me in the head with her fucking hotpink heel.”

Ellie’s eyes wiped slightly, noticing the crimson patch collecting in your hair and dripping down the side of your face. It was obvious Jesse was concerned about leaving you. Your brother sister bond came first over anything, that was the promise you had made to each other back in middle school. The other would come before anything, regardless of the situation you were in. “Okay but if that gets much worse,” he pointed to the wound on your hairline, “you call an ambulance. And if that starts anything,” he pointed to Ellie not breaking eye contact with you, “you call me. Got it?” You nodded slightly, “Got it.”

Jesse sighed, his shoulders slumping a bit and he pulled you forward into a hug, embracing for a few moments before Dina stole him away, leading him down the hallway to the elevator. When the elevator let out a ding it announced that you and Ellie were finally alone. Ellie looked at you hesitantly, not knowing what to stay or do next.

You didn't try to touch her or even come any closer, you just slowly made your way to the door, praying to whoever might be listening that you didn't fall.

“Cm’on.” You sighed, rubbing your throbbing head, “We gotta talk.”

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worldlxvlys · 4 months

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hiii could u make dwb (chris or matt which ever) where reader is drunk and Chris take care or them plsssss

( I'm a slut for being taken care of when drunk sue me😭)

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boyfriend! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: reader is drunk, cursing, mention of sex

a/n: hope you like :)

based off of these texts, you can read if you want !

my mind was fuzzy, eyes unable to focus on anything. the only thing i could think about was chris.

i tapped the stranger next to me, making him turn towards me.

“my boyfriendsss comin’ to get me!” i told him, a huge smile on my face. “i’m sooooo excited to see him”

he stared at me with a weird look, “ok?” he said confused.

when he walked away, i saw the familiar fresh love logo walking towards me.

“CHRIS!!!” i yelled, starting to walk towards him, but losing my balance.

“careful ma” he said as he caught me.

“chrisss, you’re actuallyyyy wearing fresh love ! i didn’t even know !” i let out a gasp “maybe i’m a psyhcic! “ i said as my eyes lit up.

“ok baby, let me take you home”

“WOAHHHH CHRIS” i yelled.

“you tryna fuck ? shit, we can do it right hear, right now” i said as i went to pull my dress up.

“WOAH WOAH” he said, eyes wide and stopping me.

“baby, you’re so far gone right now. i’m not gonna take advantage of you, i just want to make sure you get home safe” he said.

“awww how cute” i said.

“c’mon ma” he said as he guided me outside and into the uber.

once we arrived at my house, he thanked our driver and helped me into my house.

he wrapped an arm around my waist as he helped me walk to my room.

he sat me down on my bed, “ i’m gonna help you get changed, ma. is that ok ?” he asked.

“mmhm” i nodded.

he pulled my heels off, placing them down on my floor. he then moved behind me, slowly unzipping my dress, careful not to snag my skin.

he pulled my dress off, and helped me to get changed into a pair of sweats.

“are you cold? want my hoodie?”

“yes please” i said, grinning up at him.

he pulled his hoodie off, putting it on me.

“ok baby, i need you to drink some water for me” he said as he passed me a bottle.

i opened the bottle and put it to my mouth, letting the cool liquid flow down my throat.

after a few sips, i put the cap on and placed it on my nightstand.

“alright, let’s get you to sleep” he said as i laid down.

he pulled my blanket over my body, and placed a kiss on my cheek.

“thank you, chris” i whispered. “you always take good care of me”

“you deserve it, ma” he said, his eyes sweeping over my face and taking in my features.

he began to walk away.

“where are you going?” i asked, peaking my head in his direction. “i want my cuddles”

the corner of his lips turned up as he started to smile, “i got you, ma”

he laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around me and placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“sweet dreams baby”

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sorry i just realized that you asked for dealer chris, hope you still like tho <333

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saintgoths · 3 months

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ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ

DEALER!ELLIE X READER - LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN. [COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AU].

[PART FIVE TO THE CATWOMAN SERIES.]

WORD COUNT - 1,774.

RATING - 18+. [mention of leak of nudes, cheating and mentions of sex.]

SUMMARY - the appeareance of Cat causes issues between you and Ellie.

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previous chapter - chapter four.

You could feel the curious stare from Ellie’s green eyes that had pierced into your skin, she had been briefly silent as she had awkwardly brushed her thumb against the rough skin of her palm, she had been anxious…keen to see how both you and Cat had stared at each other, like two sparks bursting into flames, specifically, from Cat’s side. When Ellie had looked at you, she had been able to see that you had not wanted to be there, yet, the light in your eyes had mirrored the remembrance you had for the girl.

“There needs to be no introductions for [Y/N] and I,” Cat sharply smiled. “I heard that [Y/N] du Armani is your new girlfriend,” Cat drawled and awkward, you had scratched the back of your neck. Smooth with how you reached for the Williams girl’s grasp, the Williams girl, who had been keen to find out how you and Cat knew each other, had spoken.

“Why? How do you two know each other?” Ellie had asked and eager to answer Ellie’s question, Cat had clasped her hands together.

“Oh, I’m just knowledgeable of the great [Y/N] du Armani,” Cat vaguely replied and with a confused look, Ellie rolled her eyes towards you, you who had remained quiet, hastily ashamed. “Oh, who am I kidding,” Cat forwardly said. “[Y/N] and I used to be in a relationship.”

The sentence enough for Dina to laugh out of surprise and have Ellie slip her hand away from your hold. “I seriously wonder who’s the most passed around between the three of us,” Cat joked and bothered, you had crossed your arms, there had been so much you had wanted to say, but you had feared Cat would spill another joke hidden with truth.

“The two of us were just leaving,” Ellie said and with a short hum of agreement, you had folded your arms together as Ellie stood in front of you, gently touching your body with her fingers to briefly guide you to follow her. Silent, you had waved the trio a good-bye before walking out of the party with your girlfriend who you had known had dozens of questions that she had wanted answered.

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Perhaps Ellie had been in thought in how she wanted to ask her questions, it had been about three minutes with you behind the wheel on the route to your dorm and all Ellie had done is throw short glances. Her eyes somewhat still kind but there had been an essence of critique that had slowly killed you.

“The world is small,” she whispered and relieved that she did not pick the path of silent treatment, you had awkwardly chuckled.

“It is,” you smiled, and hesitant you had lightly tapped your thumb against the skin of your steering-wheel. Quick with the look you had thrown towards your girlfriend, somewhat ashamed of what had just happened, you decided to still speak. “Did the information upset you?” You had asked and with a short bounce of her shoulders, Ellie stared out the window next to her.

“Did you know Cat was in a relationship before you got with her?” Ellie asked and with a small pout, you had quickly thought. “I don’t remember Cat moving onto anyone else after me.”

“No,” you said after you had thought about it. “When I got with Cat, she told me she was single,” you then laughed. “Maybe I met Cat when she was still with you,” you joked.

“When did you get into a relationship with her?” Ellie investigated, now more serious than she was before, she had sat up on the car-seat she had previously slumped her figure on. Eyebrows furrowed and cheeks red with anticipation.

Annoyed, you didn’t spare to look at her. “Ellie, it shouldn’t matter anymore, we’re with each other now, and plus I can’t remember.”

“Sorry,” Ellie muttered, eyes trained on you as she pursed her lips into a thin line, a flash of insecurity bright in her eyes, Ellie had slowly clenched her fist as she turned her vision to in front of her.

Guilty, you had swiped your tongue against your lower lips, the rest of the trip silent until you had cut the break with an apology. “Sorry Ellie,” you purely atoned. “Do you want to stay at mine for the night?” You kindly suggested and with a short smile, Ellie beckoned her head.

“Sure.”

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It had been the next day and presently both you and Ellie had been in the cafeteria writing assessments for your projects, Ellie had been next to you but had majority of her weight against your body as she had quickly scribbled down her thoughts and ideas for her venture, before you had begun to write you had bought a muffin for Ellie, a blueberry muffin that she had been thankful for.

On one hand, the scrutiny that had involved around the leaked pornography that involved you and Ellie had died down. On the other hand, Doris still had not showed her face, and everyone had speculated where she had hidden herself.

“I’m tired of hearing Doris’ name,” Ellie muttered and amused, you had smirked.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to confront her?” You asked and with a twisted face, Ellie had sat up as she had readied herself to state a comeback, but before she could open her mouth, an undesired presence had sat itself in front of the both of you, their energy enough to cut the comedic consultation between you and Ellie.

Cat.

Graceless, both you and Ellie had shared an awkward look, yet, both of you still had been suspicious of what she had wanted to say. “I don’t remember you always being so present at the University,” you had said and as she had made herself comfortable and pushed herself closer against the round table, Cat had released a soft grunt.

“I’ve always been here,” Cat replied. “I used to have different classes than Ellie, but now I was able to exchange with a student who had wanted to have a timetable that meshed well with their work hours,” she explained and with a stiff smile, you had nodded your head.

Keen of the inept looks you both had on your faces, artless Cat formed a pursed smile. “I hope I’m not bothering anyone.”

“No, you’re not bothering anyone,” Ellie said and surprised, you sat up slightly annoyed by the accessible trait Ellie had shown Cat.

Irritated, you had pulled yourself closer towards your girlfriend, eyes trained on the girl in front of you who’s eyes gleamed in prospect. “Well, in my opinion, I find it a bit awkward that you’re here,” you truthfully expressed and coarse, Ellie anxiously pulled her blueberry muffin to her mouth to take a bite.

“Well,” Cat began. “I don’t think any of us should feel awkward around each other---I mean we’ve all seen and touched each other naked---” caught off guard, Ellie choked on her muffin.

“You’re bold,” you smiled and as you gently tapped your fingers against the table, you glanced at Ellie who had looked down at her commodities. “But I think bold women is a trait Ellie likes in her women,” you smiled and humoured, the three of you shared a laugh.

Though, as you had still not liked the idea of Cat sitting on the same table as you, you had looked at your watch and thanked the universe for the time it was. “Oh---my class is going to start soon,” you whispered and active, Ellie immediately put her goods into her bag.

“I’ll take you,” she suggested and appreciative, you had pulled yourself off the seat you presently sat on and left after Ellie had pulled herself to her feet. Happy, that Ellie had not wanted to stay around her ex-girlfriend, you had then pulled Ellie’s paw within your hand and left without taking a second look at Cat.

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As much as you had wanted to enter your class and get everything finished with, the look on your face had stopped you from leaving to class, attentive Ellie had been, as she had grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to her. Eyes warm with vigilance, Ellie had softly rubbed the knuckles of your hand with the pad of her thumb.

“What’s wrong?” She asked and nervous, you had bitten your lower lip.

“Since Cat is here, she’s going to have a lot of things to say,” you said and curious, Ellie moved her hands up your arms.

As much as she had tried to make it seem like she was uninterested with what Cat would tell her, Ellie had tried with her might to come off as serious, and as much as she had dangled at her short motive, it was endearing that she had tried. “Is there something important she might say?” Ellie asked.

“The break-up between Cat and I ended pretty badly,” you replied and with a comforting chuckle, Ellie pulled away from you.

“My break up with Cat ended badly as well,” she smiled and relaxed, you had slowly dropped your shoulders.

Complacent to express yourself, you had gracelessly looked around. “When Cat and I were together, I was sort of playing her, so it’s just so awkward when she comes around, I feel like she’s up to something, you know…to get revenge.”

Inquisitive, Ellie had pulled her head closer, interested in what else you had to say. “Did you cheat on her?”

Awkward, you played with your fingers, aware of insecurity that had rooted in Ellie’s eyes, you had smiled with the side of your lips, aware that wasn’t the appropriate response. “Why the fuck did I ask that?” Ellie whispered to herself, overwhelmed as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, Ellie had then clicked her tongue.

“It’s best that you did,” you reassured. “It’s better that you heard it from me and not from Cat.”

Silent, Ellie looked at her shoes, eyes now clamped together as numerous of thoughts dived in her mind. “Ellie, I’m over the player behaviour now, I’m loyal---loyal to you. I was immature---”

“Okay,” Ellie shrugged and unsure, you had trained your eyes on her, aware of every small shuffle she would do with her shoulders and how she would gently kick the air. “I’ll pick you up when your class is finished, if you keep standing outside, you’ll be late,” she said and with a small wave, she had sent you off to your class, left the moment you stepped in, leaving you in a puddle of instability.

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