#enim enim | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

trulyhblue · 4 months

Text

MISS AUSTRALIA (PART TWO)

Katie McCabe x Aussie! Chelsea! Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, jealousy, praise kink, semi-public sex, coarse language, Chelsea mentions, little age gap, humiliation, drinking.

Masterlist

______________________________

You don't know what coerced you to spend the night in Katie McCabe's bed, but it felt amazing.

Chelsea's loss against Arsenal sent shockwaves through the WSL side of social media, with a skyrocket of tweets spreading the news regarding the Blue's greatest defeat in five years.

It was not a surprise to see your name mentioned in thousands of these messages, and your connotation to Katie hadn't seemed to surprise anyone either. Lots of people were reeling over the interactions between the two of you on the field, but you wondered what their reaction would be if they found out what happened off the pitch.

Somehow, you didn't want to know.

Despite the thrashing you received from Emma, you, Jessie, Erin, Millie, Sam, and Guro all found yourselves in a pub in North London. It seemed hypocritical — the location — but the vibes were good, and it was a well-known, crowded bar, so the chances of you being seen were slim to none.

While Jessie was the designated driver for you that night, the rest of the girls didn't hesitate to start drinking. You were playing with the straw of your third vodka cranberry, savouring the taste between your teeth, smiling at the quips and jokes the girls would pose, checking the time on your phone as the hours passed later in the night.

"I just know I'm going to regret this tomorrow." Guro sighed, shooting down the last of her drink before standing up. "My shout now, what do you all want?"

Sam and Millie ordered a bulk of shots. Jessie and Erin chose the drinks they had before. You shook your head towards Guro, lifting your half-full drink that you were still nursing.

Sam wrapped an arm around your shoulder, waving Guro off. "You've been on the same drink for an hour. C'mon, have a shot with me."

You glanced across the table to find Erin shuffling a deck of cards. Jessie was on her phone, leaving you sandwiched between Bright and Kerr. You were a football player, an athlete, but you weren't as bulky as your two Chelsea companions. You tried hard in the gym, and anyone could tell that it paid off, but too many drinks would sway you in the wrong direction.

"Are you old enough to drink?" Millie asked, half sincerely, ruffling your hair when you gave her a pointed glare. "I'm only joking, Kid."

"I'm twenty-two. I just like taking care of my body." You spoke with a huff, throwing your arms over your chest, eyes dancing between your two skippers.

"Oh, and all those hickeys are taking care of you, are they?" Guro retorted, Erin's smirk matching hers as she returned with the tray of drinks. You watched her slide a shot towards you, which you took instantly at the looming eyes on your neck from your Australian Captain.

"Since when were those there?" She swooped, her hand reaching out to poke at the marks. You hissed, the exposed blotches still sensitive, shrinking in your seat as all five of your teammates caught your reddening cheeks.

"Fresh ones, eh?" Millie grinned.

While the girls found this new susceptible mystery a highlight of the night, Sam continued to prod at the marks, her protectiveness prominent by the furrow in her eyebrows.

"Who gave you those?" She let out, and you felt your face flame up.

"I'm not talking about it."

"You didn't have them this morning." Guro quipped, earning Jessie to push her scoldingly, feeling slightly sorry for the interrogation you were receiving.

"Jesus, y/n/n, I didn't know you had it in ya—"

"— had what in her?" A voice called out from beside the table, making each of your friends move their eyes away from you and to the source.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, you thought. Great, just your luck.

Katie was standing behind Beth, who was linking elbows with Jordon Nobbs. Caitlin, Leah, and Steph all stood among them, Steph being the one who spoke.

"Nothing. Where's Ky?" You sounded, your voice meek underneath the prying Arsenal eyes.

"Wrong side of London, Skipper." Caitlin laughed.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Good drinks, though."

You shuffled across the lounge you were sitting on, attempting to maneuver yourself over Jessie's lap to escape. You felt a hand grip the back of your skirt, causing you to plop on one of Jessie's legs.

"You can't just avoid the conversation."

"Sammy, stop." You squirmed over Jessie, who used her hands to lift your waist up. "Where's Kyra?" You asked again, hopelessly avoiding the Irish woman's levering eyes. She was watching Jessie's hand on your waist; how her fingers played with the hem of your top as you battled to fight Sam's hand away. Katie noticed how Jessie spread her legs out, engulfing your body weight more comfortably, as if she was used to having you in that position.

The Irish woman wanted to mock the playful whines that left your lips as everyone questioned what the two Australians were fighting over. She caught sight of the bruise she had left under your ear, recalling the heavy whines and desperate breaths that followed as her lips lapped over the delicate skin. The mark offered Katie some comfort in your current situation. The grand display of pink smearing across your freckled cheeks was admirable to most, but Katie found you much more pleasurable when you beat red at the sound of her voice, when you were grinding against her knee, not Fleming's.

"She went to the bathroom, I think." Beth Mead spoke, her friendly, maternal smile glowing back at you. "Actually, she could be anywhere. 'Can never sit still, that girl."

"Alright, let me go check."

You didn't wait for anyone to stop you, stumbling off Jess' lap, head spinning from the alcohol running through your system. You could handle your liquor to some extent, but it was after this that you went beyond tipsy. Your journey to the bathroom was quick, wasting no time to find your best friend, wherever she may be.

The cubicles were all empty. You tried calling out her name, calling her on your phone, but the little shit didn't answer. The pub was now reeling with people, with all levels of tipsy and drunk being shown by the dancing of the crowd. You were struggling to find your way back to your girls, forgetting the way you came. You gave up trying after five minutes, turning around and opening the bathroom doors once more.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pushing and pinning you against one of the cubicle doors. It slammed shut, your back planted against the wood. You felt your hands fondle together, your heart racing at the hungry, lustful eyes of the woman in front of you. Her breath fanned over your face, causing your lips to fall agape, a loss of words leaving you speechless. It wasn't long until Katie's lips were on your neck, this time on the opposite side, nibbling on your pulse point.

"You really can't hold it in, can you?" She uttered, her accent rasping as she spoke. You groaned at the notion of her fingers latching onto the top you were wearing, tugging it in warning before discarding it on the floor.

"What?" You sighed, hands wrapping around Katie's neck as she lifted you up, gripping your thighs as they swathed around her waist.

"On Fleming's lap, Kerr's hand on your arse. Are you always so desperate for attention?"

She wasted no time in moving her lips down to your breasts, freeing one of her hands from your thigh to massage the one she wasn't sucking.

"Katie—"

"Shut up."

You grind your hips against hers, hoping it will relieve the growing tension between your legs. With your bra still on, Katie laughs at your flushed state, pushing up the fabric of your skirt so it would bunch up against your hips.

"Did you shake everyone's hands?" She asked, her lips leaving your chest to move up to your face. She hadn't ever properly kissed you, so she made sure to hover as she waited for a reply, her fingers slowly squeezing the column of your neck.

You nodded, still trying to gain some friction, but were met with nothing. The only noise that came from your lips was a whine. Katie shook her head, kneading your thigh as she rubbed her nose up against yours. The action was intimate, but somehow Katie found a way to make it sensual.

“Use your words, Baby.” She made a point of tapping your neck with her finger, toying with your skirt as her hand crept up your thigh.

“I- mh… I did, Katie.”

“Good Girl.” She whispered, and you pushed your lips forward to catch the girl in a kiss. You were grateful she reciprocated with just as much force, asserting her dominance by bringing her hand up to your lips, dragging your bottom lip down, making you audibly cry out.

“You like that, do you?” She chuckled, her hand inching closer to your heat. “Had to shake everyone’s hands before getting off on my thigh, didn't you? Had to make sure you did as you were told.”

“Katie, please—”

“But good girls don't sit on other people’s laps, do they Baby?” She whispered, ghosting her hand over your underwear. “Answer me.”

“No, Katie.”

You pushed your head back against the door, groaning as Katie ran one of her fingers through your folds teasingly. Your legs gave way, no longer trying to hold yourself up around Katie’s waist. Despite the lack of warning, the Irish woman wasn't fazed at the sudden shift, instead using it to her advantage.

“Look at you… so desperate for attention. Is that why you landed on top of me today? Bent over for me and everything in a sold-out stadium weren't you?”

You felt her hand rub your clit, making you squirm. “You tripped me.” It was a whisper, but Katie heard it all the same.

Her eyebrows raised. “I did. But you went off before I could show everyone how well you could take me.”

Without warning, she slipped two of her fingers into you, gnawing at your neck as she thrust in and out of you rhythmically. You moaned, and blushed furiously because of it.

“Does Fleming touch you like this?”

“Can you fuck off about Jessie for one second?”

Katie scoffed, adding another finger, inserting her fingers into you until her knuckles were kneading your clit. You moaned at the sting, crying out when Katie didn't wait for you to adjust. She did this for a while, and you felt the coil in your stomach churn as she curled her fingers inside of you, slamming them as deep as she could, resonant and rigid strokes leaving you writhing in ecstasy.

“Katie— Katie—”

She stopped, her fingers leaving you clenching around nothing. You were so close, feeling your high fizzle out the moment her fingers moved to her lips.

“I asked you a fucking question. ‘Spose you just get too dumb when you're being fucked.”

You whined, your hands clawing her biceps, beyond annoyed by the way she left you. “I- Jess and I are friends.”

“I bet Fleming wasn't too happy when you scored that double against her in the World Cup.”

You gaped at Katie, legs shaking and lips puffy. “You definitely weren't when I scored against you.”

Katie was off you now, standing against the bathroom sink, watching as you tried to fix your skirt.

“What happened today then, hm? Miss Australia lost her touch as soon as she was bent over.”

“Stop calling me that. And I wasn't bent over, you tripped me!”

“Did I tell ‘ya to fix your skirt?” She ordered, crossing her arms over her chest when you sauntered in front of her.

“You’re not the boss of me, McCabe.”

“Then how ‘bout you show me some personal autonomy and get yourself off?” She quipped, lust flooding her eyes. She propped herself on the sink, watching intently as your eyes widened at her suggestion. It seemed that all of your prior confidence had dispersed.

“I'm not doing that in here.” You muttered, suddenly repentant of the setting you were in.

“You nearly just came on my fingers. What's the difference?”

Whatever dominance you seemed to gain over Katie didn't work, the woman making no sign of backing down from her proposition.

“I— Katie… I'm not going to beg.”

She simply hummed, causing you to sigh. You were desperate for a release ever since that afternoon when you had been too stubborn to get off her knee, feeling the desperation of your hormones haunt you ever since. The thought of getting yourself off in front of the girl you hated so much made you squirm. The thought of someone walking in and seeing such an illustrative sight would've sent you into a frenzy.

But all of these thoughts dispersed at the sight of Katie in front of you, leaning against the mirror with her signature smirk. You reeled in the jumper she was wearing that hit the veins and muscles of her arms you always looked at during games. You noticed the crumple of her trousers, where you had inevitably been. Her hair was sweaty, her cheeks tinted at the sight of your unruliness. It made you repent. It made you want Katie even more.

“I want you.” You stated matter of factly, walking forward so that you were standing in between her legs.

“Do you now?” She looked down at you possessively, pretending to be in deep thought.

You nodded. She leaned in, taking hold of your chin. “Beg for it, Baby.”

She moved down from her place on the counter, dragging you to face the mirror. Pushing your hips against the cool marble surface, you watched as Katie caged your figure, sucking gently on your shoulder, taking her sweet time to reach your preexisting hickeys.

“Please, Katie, I need you so bad.” You whined, feeling her hips grind into you from behind. “I need you, you— you make me feel so good. Want you really bad.”

“Mhm, what else, baby?” She continued to place wet, sloppy kisses up your neck, licking across the new bruises, smirking at the mess she was turning you into.

“Wanna feel you inside of me. Wanna cum so hard from your fingers and your mouth, everything. Just want you to touch me, use me. Please use me, Baby, I‘ll do anything.”

The nickname she had been calling you fell from your lips before you had the chance to stop yourself. You knew that Katie would never let you live this down, but, for utterly selfish reasons, you made sure your voice was extra whiny, extra innocent, hoping your plea would help you get off.

Katie stopped kissing you, turning you around and smashing her lips up against yours. You knew your begging had worked when her fingers worked their way back into your underwear. When she entered two of her fingers this time, you weren't surprised at the lack of warning. Instead, you relished the feeling of pleasure shivering through your body. You moaned as her knuckles grazed over your clit, her hips pushing her further into the counter, making you lean back on your elbows.

“Bent back for you, Baby.” You moaned, hoping she’d keep going if you were louder. “I want to be— wanna be good.”

“That's it, nice and loud for me. Wanted me so bad you needed to beg. Good girls get rewards; don't they, baby girl?”

You groaned as she pounded into you relentlessly, her spare hand holding your hips in place as you neared your high. Katie felt your walls clench around her fingers, the wet juices of your arousal squelching in and out, coating Katie’s fingers. The sound of your wetness, alongside your moans, echoed throughout the bathroom, earning Katie to groan and the smell of sex surrounding you two.

“I’m— close.” You chocked out, feeling your clit grow sensitive as Katie’s knuckles pinched it hard.

Katie groaned, the sight of her head falling back bringing you to the brink of falling over the edge. “Ask nicely.”

“Please, Baby, I need to so bad. Want to cum around your fingers, please? Please, Baby.”

“Be a good girl for me, baby girl. Let it out. Show me who makes you feel this way.”

You felt Katie thrust into you harder and faster, causing you to let go of the pent-up climax closing in on you.

She continued to hit your G-spot deeply as you rode out your high, feeling your orgasm leak all over her fingers and into her hand. You cried out at the relief of it all, trying to catch your breath by settling into your elbows. You found Katie watching you recover, her lips swollen and eyes fully blown in euphoria at the sight of you post-sex. Her hair was messier than before, her smirk widening as you tried to stand up properly, whining when your legs violently shook.

She kissed the alcove of her neck, taking off her jumper to reveal a vest that displayed her arms in the perfect way.

“Should've taken that off before.” You managed to breathe out, accepting the way Katie scooped you up onto the counter, grabbing tissue paper and running it underwater, letting you fix your clothes up. You did this by putting your shirt back on and fixing your underwear.

“Put that jumper on.” She muttered, moving over to you, using her hands to open your legs. She began to clean up your thighs, which had been covered in sweat and arousal that couldn't have been concealed underneath your short skirt.

“Why?” You sighed at the cool temperature of the tissue, turning the top half of your body to face the mirror, nearly choking on air when you saw the number of hickeys decorating your neck.

“Oh my fucking god, Katie. I've got training tomorrow!”

Katie straightened up after cleaning you, flushing the tissue down the toilet. She walked up to stand between your legs, smiling at the bruises littering your neck and chest.

“Will Fleming be there?”

You scoffed, observant of the way Katie rubbed your thighs. “Obviously.”

“Then I've done my job well.”

You tried to hide your smile by picking up your phone, eyes bulging when you saw the missed calls from Kyra.

Now you were fucked.

719 notes · View notes

jamaicangalartist12 · 4 months

Text

This Kills Me

#the dragon prince #callum #rayla #rayllum #tdp #tdp spoilers #dragon prince season 5 #the saga continues #situationships #enimes to lovers #spoliers #canon compliant #aaron ehasz

398 notes · View notes

emileedoodles · 4 months

Text

S5 Shera Vs S4 Catra are peak enemies aesthetic ✨

#spop #catradora #she ra fanart #shera #my art #illustration #sapphic art #she ra #catradora art #enimes to lovers

365 notes · View notes

imwritingforfun · 3 months

Text

Two unknown streamers

Gojo satoru x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- gojo and you both met while streaming together for the first time not knowing you guys really dislike each other so what will happen when you do a face reveal once you reach the number of followers you wanted to get to and everyone sees who gojo was talking to the whole time

Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

1. Overslept again

2. Joining the stream

3. School fair ahead!

4. You're overthinking it

5. Take a break for once

6. Mysterious person

7. Can't come to the phone leave a message

8. Pool party

9. Late night streaming

10. Why don't you show yourself

11. Hold on they sound familiar...

12. Not the time for guessing

13. Could it be...

14. Let's meet up

15. Face reveal

16. I knew it from the start

17. School fair

18. What a surprise

19. Graduation party

Valentine's Day special

222 notes · View notes

disturbedwoodelf · 3 months

Text

🌶️ Moonstruck 🌶️

Warnings: cursing, asshole!Matt, Dom!Matt, party, enemies to lovers, best friends brother, mentions of drinking/drugs, smut, fingering, male receiving oral, face fucking, female receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, slight degradation kink, praise kink, slut shaming, squirting, overstimulation. Just all around rough & nasty smutty smut smut sMUT.

masterlist

Part 2?

You knew from the moment you met him, you hated him and everything he did.

His smirk, his smile, the way he did everything he could to make sure you were watching him. He always did everything in his power to make you hate him. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a sort of attraction towards him. His hair, and the way he would put his fingers through it.

God, his fingers. Every time you’d see him hold the steering wheel like his life depended on it and his fingers would tap against it, going along with the beat of the shitty trap music that Chris chose for the night, you couldn’t help but imagine them inside you. You’d just assumed that you were so sexually frustrated that you were just making up the hate in your head. But when he would make his comments, it reassured that hate.

Which brings you to now

The music was loud, people were dancing, the room was filled with the shitty smell of weed and cheap beer, there were people on the coffee table, snorting god knows what. You’re 4 shots in and the cup in your hand was filled with your liquor of choice for the night, hoping to somewhat get rid of the feelings you undoubtedly have for him.

You were wearing skin tight little black dress, tights and black boots, and if we’re being honest, you didn’t wear any underwear in hopes of meeting someone to take your mind off of Matt.

You see your best friend, Nick in the kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it with water, and you make your way towards him.

“Hey, babe.” You say to him, he smiles at you. You two continue talking, smiling at Chris in the corner with a girl, trying his hardest to flirt. You both are assessing the situation, and you see her nudge his shoulder jokingly, and he takes that opportunity to snake his arm over her shoulder. The two start to walk upstairs, giggling.

You both high five each other, Nice job Chris.

Unfortunately, the moment was ruined when you see him, and he sees you. “Ugh.” He says as he walks past you, grabbing a beer from the cooler. “Ugh? Why’d you ‘ugh’ me?” You ask, mocking his tone, he slams the cooler down, and opens the bottle, “because you are so insufferable.” Nick takes this opportunity to walk away, fed up with constantly hearing you two bicker. “I’m insufferable? You’re the one who always goes out of your way to make some kind of comment towards me, so what is it now?”

“It’s the the way you’re dressed. You always try way too hard, you’re obviously asking for it.” this made your blood boil. “I’m asking for it?! What am I asking for?!” You yell to him, “you’re obviously asking to be fucked tonight. It’s honestly so disgusting, you’re such a slut, all the time.” Fuck. Hearing him say that made you wet immediately, you cross your legs, in order to try and hide your arousal, “let me guess, that turned you on?”, you look down, face a crimson red, biting your lip as you look down at your feet. Matt grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him, “i think you need to be taught a lesson, hm? What do you say about that?”, you immediately shake your head yes, “I need to hear the words come from your mouth, princess.” He says, “fuck, yes. Yes, teach me a lesson, please Matt.” He grabs the cup from your hands, slamming in on the counter, along with his.

He takes your hand, leading you up the stairs, opening his bedroom door, pushing the two of you into it, and locking the door behind him. “You need to be taught a lesson, yeah? Let’s see how well you listen you fucking slut.” He throws you on the bed, “I need to make sure you’re okay with this. Do I have permission to touch you, princess?”

“Yes, Matt. All of it.” He walks over to the side of the bed, grabbing your face in his hands, kissing you roughly. You whimper out in relief, finally fulfilling that need you’ve had for him. He grabs your throat, applying slight pressure, cutting off your breath. He continues kissing you for a few seconds before making his way onto the bed as well, lying on top of you, kissing your lips. He grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly, making his way down to the crook of your neck, kissing and leaving dark bruises to form. He takes your other hand, lightly squeezing your tit, rubbing his hand over your nipple, “Matt, please, touch me more.” He immediately makes his way down to the bottom of your dress, lifting it off of your sweaty body, “no underwear? Such a fucking slut.” He hisses.

He takes his hands, rubbing your inner thighs, inching his was closer to your heat, teasing you. “Pleas, Matt, touch me already.” You whine, not being able to take it anymore, “such a fucking slut for me, princess, hm?” You nod you head quickly, he takes his hand, lightly smacking your heat, “use your words princess,” you moan out, “fuck, yes, m’ such a slut you you Matt. Only you.” He takes that opportunity to roughly tear the crotch of you tights. He puts his middle and index finger in his mouth, getting it wet with his salvia and taking his hands and placing them on your wet folds, “so fucking wet for me already.” He says through gritted teeth, rubbing the insides of your folds, avoiding your sensitive clit purposely to tease you.

He finally makes his way down and shoves his head in between your thighs, and starts sucking your clit, he takes his right hand and sticks his middle and index finger inside your cunt, curling at an ungodly rate. Your let’s start to shake as you feel your orgasm coming.

He takes his other hand and holds down your thighs, as you start lifting them to relive the pressure, he starts moaning when he feels you pulse underneath him, your orgasm beginning. Suddenly, he removes his face, slapping your sensitive clit, causing you to whine out in frustration. “No coming yet, princess,” he then places his fingers between your folds, taking your wetness and placing it in your mouth “I made you this wet, didn’t I? Suck them, princess. I want you to know how you taste.” After you suck his fingers clean, he gets up from the bed, and takes his belt and jeans off, “come on princess, get on your knees.” You comply, and get off the bed as well. He takes off his boxers, his already hard cock springing free and hitting his stomach, and uses his hand to pump it, “come on baby, I wanna feel your mouth around me.”

You take his cock into your hands, pumping up and down as he groans. You lick a stripe up his cock, starting at the base, and then start licking the tip, “fuck, just like that y/n.” You then take his cock into your mouth, pursing your lips and sucking, jacking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, “fuck, ‘s good baby.” He grabs your hair from behind you, creating a ponytail and pulling you away from his cock, “you’re too soft with it babygirl.” He then stars fucking your face, making you take every inch of his cock. You gag every time it hits the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as he barely lets your breathe; but you can’t help but feel turned on as you see his eyes squeezed closed, his mouth agape and him speaking all kinds of profanity. Knowing that you were making him feel that good, he starts to twitch in your mouth, but pulls out before he can cum.

“Back on the bed, I want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours.” He demands, you comply, lying back down on the bed. He makes his way over to the bed, and out of nowhere flips you over with one hand, “on your hands and knees princess.” You get onto your hands and knees as he gets on the bed, jerking himself off. He takes his cock, up to your pussy, teasing your wetness. “Do you deserve it baby? I don’t think you do.” You moan out, almost in defeat. “I do Matty, please.”

“Hmmm. I don’t think you do. You came here looking like such a whore, and I don’t think it was meant for me.” It wasn’t. But, it was to keep your mind off of him, “I just wanted to get you off my mind. I’ve been craving your cock since the moment I met you.” You whine, arching your back, craving some kind of contact. “Is that so? I guess it’s mutual, baby. Every time I see your pretty tits, I can’t help but imagine what they’d look like with you bouncing on my cock. I jerk off to every picture you post. I can barely contain myself when you’re in the room.”

“Please, Matty, I-i need it.” You whine, he then takes that as an invitation and shoves his cock into your pussy harshly, not letting you adjust before roughly grabbing your hips. You moan out in relief, “oh fuck Matty, oh my god.” He continues to furiously fuck you, “that’s my little slut. You’re only allowed to be my slut.” He reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling it into a ponytail once again and roughly pulling it to the point that you think he’s going to pull all of your hair out.

He takes his free hand and roughly spanks it with every thrust, creating red welts. “Oh fuck, Matty I’m gonna cum.” He fastens his pace, “you’re not allowed to cum without me, keep going baby, you’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.” This is about to make you lose your minds you feel your legs start to shake, “fuck I’m gonna come too baby,” you feel his cock start to switch, signaling he’s coming undone, “cum for me princess, come on, cum all over my cock.” He moans out as you feel his warm cum fill you up, he’s a groaning and moaning mess, his thrusts are becoming sloppier, overstimulating himself, “c’mon baby, I know you can cum too.” Eager to make you cum, he reaches down and does rough circles on you clit, sending you over the edge.

Your legs seize, as you start to reach your orgasm, but again, he pulls out of you. He slips you on your back again, reinserting his cock and lifting your legs on his shoulders, “I want to see you come undone on me baby.” He’s thrusting so furiously that you feel like you’re going to pass out. You feel yourself get light headed, your gets shake again as he starts rubbing your clit again, “fuck yeah, c’mon baby, c’mon.” Your body finally lets go, moans spewing out of you mouth like a waterfall, “fuck, fuck, Matt! Fuck!” You whine. his thrusts never stopped and circular motions on your clit never ceased and instead got impossibly faster. Your legs were shaking and spasming, and then bursts of wetness erupted from you. He pulled out to allow your liquid to fully shoot out and watched in wonder as your body convulsed under him, as you squirted all over your his cock.

“Fuck oh my god baby.” Everything was blurry as you tried to see his face, your body still shaking and convulsing. Eventually, your body went limp after a few minutes, your heavy breathing being the only thing heard in the room, other than the loud thumping of music from the outside of the door. You look over to the right of you, seeing Matt kneeling by the bed next to your face, caressing it and placing loving kisses to your forehead, “You did so fucking good babygirl. I’m so proud of you. Oh my god.”

You feel your eyes start to get heavy, the entire situation taking all of your energy. “Hey, before you fall asleep, go pee.” He states as you whimper, “I can’t move.” He chuckles, lifting you off the bed and carrying you to the bathroom connected to his room.

Hi! I really hope you enjoyed this!

how would you guys feel about a short part 2 of just him doing aftercare, and the morning after? Let me know!

Don’t forget to request by sending me a DM or just sending in an ask!

I look forward to hearing your feedback! 🤍

-hales ☁️

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #Matt Sturniolo Smut #smut #HARD SMUT #rough kink #fandom #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolos #nicolas sturniolo #best friends brother #enimes to lovers

379 notes · View notes

stormesandshowersparttwo · 5 months

Text

What if we formed a dynamic that evolved from hate to homoeroticism to a confusing sense of care where when one of us is on the cusp of death, the other intervenes under the the guise of "if anyone is taking you out, it's gonna be me" even though we both know it's because we can't live without the other. And then what?

#tropes #friends to lovers #enimes to lovers

271 notes · View notes

dreamsofhannah2 · 1 month

Text

𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓱 2

#enim shorts

129 notes · View notes

dreamywriter143 · 1 year

Text

My Dearly Detested

Status: Prologue (7 part Mini-Series, 0/7)

Genre: Enemies to Lover troupe, Angst, Rude Neteyam, Comforting Lo’ak, some fluff, Romance, violence.

Warnings: Depictions of blood, Battles and cursing. Rude Neteyam😭. Reader is older then Neteyam by 1year.

Parings: Neteyam X Y/n (Reader)

Summary: Neteyam hates Y/n. He never liked how she always bested him in everything and never once sought the praises he was accustomed to. She had no one, yet she had everyone in the palm of her hand. He despised her, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. The but happens when the RDA threat comes and Jake tasks her with watching his sons? Neteyam can’t help but grow a newfound hatred.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I know I said I would post this after I finished ‘Precious Tsyeym’ pt1 and pt2, but I just couldn’t wait!! So I opted to post the prologue in the meantime. Enjoy!!

_________________________________________

“Where are you!??!” Y/n calls, desperately trying to track her way through the foliage around her. Her steps are rushed and hasty as she tries to make her way to the clearing. Her heart rate quickens at the thoughts flashing through her head.

Where was he? Why did he disappear? Was he injured? Is he safe?

Feeling her steps falter she takes a deep breath in. She had to find him, she had to make sure he was ok. A boost of determination causing her to steps to speed up as the leaves and twigs beneath her feet snap at the force she ran with.

Just as she makes it to the clearing a large stick smacks her on the head, with great amount of force causing her to stumble backwards. Her hand reaches up to rub the wounded area, feeling the sting of the hit. Groaning in pain she glares at the perpetrator who smirks upon eye contact. He griped the stick tightly, standing above her at the staggering height difference.

“You have to be quieter Y/n! You gave away your position and you were running around like a baby Talioang. Just because you are in a hurry, doesn’t mean you can forget all your training.” Tarsem teases, his tone playful yet it still had an edge. He was her teacher after all.

Y/n huffs out, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. “I kinda panicked! You vanished. I thought you left me, or worse. Got hurt!” She argues, her lower lip jutting out at the thought of Tarsem hurt. He was like a brother to her. She wouldn’t know what to do if he got hurt.

Her eyes furrow in fear as Tarsem tosses the stick away, taking a step towards her. His eyes softened at her words but the smirk has yet to leave his face. He ruffles his hand through her locks, effectively removing some leaves that was struck in between them.

“I’m a great warrior Y/n. You gotta have more faith in your teacher. One day, I’ll be the Ole’tekayan’s right hand man! You’ll see” He beams at the thought, causing a smile to twitch at Y/n’s lips. Y/n knew of his dream, and she believed it would come true one day.

Despite being 16 years old, Tarsem was a a force to be reckoned with. His skills separated him from all the other children in his age group, rivalling some adults even. He was allowed on hunts and raids due to all his accomplishments. Not only was he a great hunter, but also a great teacher. He had many students who worshiped him. He had also already gotten many blessings from his elders, Jake Sully included.

They nicknamed him ‘Tarsem the wise’. He was calm, collected, and ruthless when need be. He was wise for his age, which the Na’vi were proud of.

Y/n’s eyes gloss over with admiration at the boy, the boy who was a man now. The very same boy who took her in under his wing to train, to become strong like him. She was grateful.

Losing her parents to the Great War , Y/n had been raised by Tarsem’s parents. Their families were really close, and when Y/n’s parents bravery cost them their life they in-trusted their only daughter to Tarsem’s parents. Granted they did a great job raising her, but so did the clan.

The Omatikaya banded together to collectively raise her, she learned how to weave from Naya’il, she learned how to mount a Pa'li by Ma’luk and she also received Tsahik trainings from Mo’at herself. Who was very fond of Y/n’s mother. The girl was raised with love and affection in many manners, that’s why she felt so compelled to become as strong as possible. To protect her people, her clan.

All that was remanning was being a warrior, which she always wanted to be, ever since she had bagan watching Tarsem show great promise. She wanted to become like him, be strong and noble on her own so the aching hole in her heart can be mended once she is truly happy. Truly gaining her spot amongst her people.

She felt as though if she achieved the most, she could feel closer to her deceased parents. Her father was a great warrior, known for his strength and bravery. And her mother was a great healer, Mo'at's student who had been just as great. She grew up hearing their praises, which only motivated the girl to make her parents proud. Thus gaining the love and fondness from within the clan.

Even Jake and Neytiri were fond of her, though busy with Olo'eyktan duties and taking care of their children, they always included Y/n for training and even dinners. That being said, Y/n was a very friendly child growing up. Everyone was her friend, everyone ended up becoming her friend. She had this calming air around her, letting those near her feel at ease. She was very close to Kiri, and loved Lo’ak thinking of him as her baby brother though he was only 2 years younger. Then there is-

“Tarsem?” A voice calls, stepping into the clearing. His expression of question quickly turned to that of distaste once his yellow hues handed on Y/n. Scrunching his nose in mild disgust. His eyes trail from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. He snorts in annoyance at the leaves that were caught within her locks and the mud splattered all over her body.

He averts his eyes quickly with a prominent scowl. As if the mere sight of her caused his entire mood to sour. He looks up at Tarsem, who was waiting patiently for his next words.

“I was looking for you. I didn’t know you were….busy” he says carefully, rolling his eyes slightly. Y/n looks down at the mud between her toes. Shuffling from foot to foot uncomfortably. She didn’t know what she had done, but the eldest sons distaste for her was very obvious. It was as if he never tried hiding it. And she didn’t know why.

“I’m sorry Neteyam. I was training Y/n. Did you need me for something?” Tarsem replies casually, not noticing the underlying tension in the air. Neteyam huffs disapprovingly. He glares at Y/n, a sneer almost breaking through.

“Why are you training her? She cannot even wield a bow” he points out causing Y/n to flinch. She looks up, her eyes meeting those of pure hate. She swallows nervously. She wanted to respond back, but something about Neteyam’s eyes and the stiffness in his posture caused her mouth to clamp shut.

Tarsem’s tail twitches at his tone but he chooses to hold his tongue. He was speaking to the figure Olo'eyktan. The very leader he hoped to one day gain the respect of. Neteyam was already doing great at 9 years old. Being able to wield a bow and his precision being out of this world. He seemed to have inherited his mothers archery skills. He was already starting off so strong, who knew what he would accomplish as he grew up to become a man.

“Well, Y/n is my student. I’m obligated to train her. You didn’t state why you are here? Alone.” Taresem takes a step forward standing in front of a shocked Y/n. Squeaking at the sudden movement she keeps her head low. Not bothering to see how the eldest son of Toruk Makto would react.

“I was hoping to train with you. Father wishes for me to polish off my skills. I don’t see why you are busy with her when you could be with me. I’d give you far less trouble” Neteyam says calmly. Tarsem nods in understanding. He didn’t want to argue. If Neteyam wanted to practice with him he’d do so in a heartbeat.

Tarsem looks over his shoulder at Y/n who realizes her session with Tarsem had ended before it even started. Her eyes wide with sadness as she awaits his final orders. She couldn’t help but jut her lower lip out in a pout, her ears laying flat against her head.

“I’ll stay back with Neteyam. Please get home safely Y/n. I promise to make this class up to you” he says softly. Y/n nods mechanically. She doesn’t spare Neteyam a glance before she sprints away from the clearing.

Her eyes stung with embarrassment and anger. Who was he to talk about her like that? Regard her in such a way? What has she ever done to him? She was older, why didn’t he respect her? And why did he ruin her training session, the session she’s been looking forward to all week.

Angrily wiping her tears away Y/n marches her way home. The only home she knew of, Tarsem’s families hut. As she disappears she couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation of someones eyes on her.

She knew it was Neteyam. It was always Neteyam, always glaring at her as if her presence was of that of a pest. Y/n's eyes squint with determination. She didn’t care when, she didn’t care how long it would take. She vowed to become the best warrior possible, for her people. To honor her parents. For her family that raised her. And so Neteyam could maybe one day learn to respect her.

As a warrior of the Omaticaya.

———————————————————————

A/N: HIIII!!! I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue of ‘My Dearly Detested’. It’s going to be a 7-part Mini Series, where each part will be roughly 1-3k words each. I also have some information that you guys should know for the next chapter:

There is a 10 year time-skip from the Prologue to Part One

The ages will be: Y/n (20) is 1year older then Neteyam (19) and 2years older then Lo’ak (18). Kiri is also (18) and Tuk is (10). Tarsem (26) has a 6year age gap with Y/n.

632 notes · View notes

dramioneficrecommendations · 4 months

Text

I’m rereading Wait and Hope by mightbewriting, and this part will never not get me (spoilers ahead):

“Is that it, then? Are you telling me to leave?”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said, some of her fight draining. It was like beating a wounded creature, like he expected her to hurt him.

“Because I would,” he said, looking past her, avoiding. “If you really wanted me to, needed me to, I would. Because it’s not difficult, doing anything for you.”

😭😭😭😭

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #wait and hope #mightbewriting #enim enim

157 notes · View notes

simsim54 · 5 days

Text

Alex: hey what's the wifi password again Henry: the best moment of your life, love Alex: [typing] huh. didn't work though Henry: did you capitalize the 'w' in wedding? Alex: [quickly erasing 'Henry playing polo'] yes, yes you're right

160 notes · View notes

music-viber · 1 month

Text

Summary: You and your ex best friend reconnect at a secret Demi-god party literally.

Summer ended months ago and so did you friendship with your best friend Clarisse.

Warning: sexting,bullying,underage drinking,kissing,jealousy,toxic.

Friends to enemies

“Now we’re up against

The wall and she’s

calling me baby”

You were at school and you could’ve sworn it was the hottest day of the season

Odessa got a notification on her phone ( you’ve been invited to camp half blood celebration)

You had one thought “Those people will call anything a celebration” You raised your eyebrow as you read more into it. You did wanna catch up with your friends to gossip and talk shit after not seeing them for so long. But you didn’t wanna see…her

Last summer

Clarisse had been acting fidgety the whole morning

She only spoke to you once but it seemed like she was being distant the whole week. She’s been on her phone constantly sending selfies to whoever being all secretive. I walked in on her sending someone a picture of her in a bra that I gifted her because it suits her better. She brushed off the topic just saying she was sexting a guy from her school and that I should drop the whole thing.

Weirdo.

You guys were at breakfast when she suddenly checked her watch looking straight at you looking guilty. “I’m gonna be right back, the food is passing right through me.” She said looking at our friend group.

“Do you want me to come wait with you?” I offered

“No, I’m fine go back to eating or something fatty.”

She always made jokes with the girl but this one seemed more personal because she didn’t laugh as she usually did after. I put my breadstick down and stared at her in disbelief as she walked away and out of the dining hall. “I wonder Who’s up her ass today,” I say but it’s inaudible to others. I moved my food away from me and sat there looking at my other friends. I’m fucking hungry and she ruined it.

Then I decided I’d had enough of her odd behavior and I was gonna tell her to fuck off. I looked over at my distracted friends who were watching some new boy named Percy, “Guys I’m gonna go catch up with Clarisse.” One of them spoke “Yeah sounds good” They were just distracted by him so I left.

Odessa walked out of I dining hall and looked around for Clarisse as she saw Clarisse about to enter the wooded area looking to see if anyone saw her Odessa hit behind a cabin. “Where is she going?”

Clarisse entered the woods looking sketchy as hell

I followed behind her closely as she looked paranoid she walked for 5 minutes and then suddenly stopped in an empty area I hid behind a bolder as she just stood there looking at her watch. I quickly got tired of being hidden so I wanted to just get up and talk to her but that’s when a familiar boy walks towards her. “That’s my fucking ex,” I whispered under my breath. Clarisse smiled at the boy “Took you long enough.” She walked towards him. Odessa wanted to scoff at this interaction but remained quiet. There was no way in hell her best friend would’ve snuck off to see her ex behind her back

They had been best friends since they were kids there’s no way in hell that Clarisse would do anything to disobey her friend's trust like that.

Then she watched as their lips connected.

“Oh” she whispered under her breath.

My Clarisse with Luke castellan . I hated them both.

Things escalated quickly when their camp shirts were thrown across the ground. If felt wrong to stay even if it was an act she felt was against her. Clarisse had her legs wrapped around Luke’s torso as they made out

“Tell me I’m better than her” Clarisse had told the boy to say. Luke smiles “You better than Odessa,” he says breathlessly

Odessa had had enough and snuck out of her spot and carefully walked towards their shirts taking them and crawling away from the area heading back towards the camp. The girl had thrown their shirts in the ocean, watching as they floated away.

She couldn’t believe what she just saw. She wasn’t shocked just disappointed in her best friend. Out of all the guys at camp, why did it have to be her ex-boyfriend and her Clarisse? “Fuck this feeling.”

She wiped her tears and fixed her face to go into act two Playing dumb. She walked back into the dining hall and towards their friend group. She put on a fake worried look. “Guys I think something happened with Clarisse she isn’t back yet, I went to go look for her but I can’t find her. I said fake panicked. My performance got the attention of the group. The friend group told everyone to go around camp and look for Clarisse. They listened. It was a lost camper after all just sat outside near the campfire while people comforted me as I put on my pretended to be in distress. They said things like like. “Don’t worry we will find her” “I bet she’s gonna turn up” or “We know how much she means to you” She doesn’t mean jack shit anymore, all those years of friendship are over.

I turned to look over at a stressed topless Clarisse coming out of the woods others stopped their search. others ran over as she covered her chest with her arms “Clarisse what happened are you okay?” I hear them say. “I just stood there in front of her quietly. I have nothing to say to her.

She finally spoke after 10 questions “I’m fine does anyone have an extra shirt?” Our friends run into a cabin and get her one. “Did you enjoy it?” I whispered to her while people were distracted. “What?” She said a bit worried as if I knew something. Our friends came back to hand her a shirt. She put it on Luke came out of the woods. That’s when people whispered and stepped back.

Luke then spoke “she got lost I was helping her?” He states “bullshit.” I say at pointing at him people then put two and two together “oh did you guys just…” another councilor asks. “That’s like kinda evil.” Another person states. I looked the girl dead in her face “You are dead to me.” I stormed away into the Aphrodite cabin. I didn’t talk to her for the remainder of camp.

Our friend group forgave her after a while because they felt bad, but then again it wasn't their exes she hooked up with so I didn't blame them

Months later and a new summer is about to start I texted my friends that I was going to the party

I needed to get out more anyway I don’t care if Clarisse la rue had been there she wouldn’t be the reason I chose to stay inside for the rest of my life because she was a backstabbing two-faced-

Odessa walked through the doors for the party the first thing that was seen was two guys sword-fighting for a bag of Sour Patch Kids. The girl rolled her eyes and went to find her friends. She saw people looking at her from the corner of her eyes she was stunning and she knew it too. Her too was a cropped black top that almost looked like a bra with some dark blue low-rise jeans showing off her hips perfectly with some fuzzy black boots matching her top. Her hair was done into a bun with a side swoop with curly pieces falling in front of her face

She don’t bring a bag because 1. Things get stolen

2. She only needed her phone with was in her pocket.

Her lip combo was pink with red lip liner and some cute lashes/mascara she smelled amazing from using her strawberry body oil from TikTok shop.😏

She looked hot like always all she was missing was her friend group *she found them doing shots in the kitchen one by one in a contest she looked down the line of people laughing at how silly they looked

Then her eyes met hers for the first time in months

The curly-haired girl was also watching their friends from across the counter but now her eyes were on you. Looking into your soul as if she knew what was behind it. You returned the favor staring straight at her. She started to look at what you were wearing her eyebrows knitted at your shirt as she walked towards you “What the hell are you wearing” she laughed. You gave her a bitchy look “I took inspiration from you” Odessa said smiling in her face. Clarisse was confused but then remembered the day they stopped being friends. Clarisse scoffed “I think I wore that bra a bit better than you huh?” Clarisse said referring to the time you gifted her a bra set that she wore for your ex. That’s when Luke came up behind her handing her a drink. You weren’t jealous you could never be jealous… as if could ever be… Jealous. Odessa scrunched her nose. “How cute, I’m gonna go barf now” she indicated as she pretended to put her finger down her throat walking off as she made eye contact with The other woman who was just in front of her face

Hours into the party everyone was either buzzed or drunk people ate like there was no tomorrow. Odessa’s friends handed her a vape but she declined knowing it would lead to her being hungry. She didn’t want to eat too much knowing her stomach was out in the open. She started to worry about her weight after Clarisse had made comments when they were friends. She then took out her phone and opened a notification from a random Snapchat user she added earlier. Spiteful_goddess. She opened the snap from them which read “Meet me in the bathroom” showing a picture of a bathroom from the second floor. Her friend Annabeth looked over at her phone “That could either be a serial killer or a hot hookup waiting to happen.” You looked at her confused “Is there no in-between?” You ask “No.” She said leaning back as she ate a slice of pizza. “Well, I trust you to tell my story? Of how I lived a good life and all that” you tell her walking away to find whoever sent you the text

You heard a group of guys whistle when you walked up the stairs and ignored them all guys are pigs

You asked the person to send another snap of the bathroom because there were about 3 upstairs you spot one of your friends making out with her boyfriend and going into one of the bathrooms.

“Not that one.” You got a notification on your phone looking as you saw the bathroom was connected to a bedroom you walked into the only one open and looked for the bathroom. She then opened to door slowly half expecting to get stabbed. She looked around the dark bathroom confused

She turned on the light to find a gorgeous girl sitting on the countertop of the sink. A voice spoke to her “Hey bestie”

You weren’t surprised only someone obsessed with you would make a whole new Snapchat account and make you chase them around a house of drunk horny teenagers. She hopped off the counter and shut the door behind you to keep you from running off. You stare at her blankly. “Clarisse did you wanna check up on me and see if I had another ex you can steal or?”

I asked her sassily. She rolled her eyes “Listen I get it what I did was shitty but you don’t get it Odessa.” She said as if she had the right. Now she was making me mad “ I don’t get what? you backstabbing me? Because you’re fucking right I don’t get it!” I yelled in her face “People use to compare us 24/7 I got tired of it it was always, Odessa is better than Clarisse at this or even Odessa has a better this and all that bullshit” she yelled back “So yeah maybe I hooked up with your ex just to see if I was better than you in some ways than others, so forgive me for trying something new” she continued.

I gave her the most unapologetically pleasing face “ You can try new anywhere with anyone and chose fucking Luke? Why? What did I ever do to make you hate me?” Tears threatened to leave the girls eyes as she yelled at Clarisse again. “He always praised you like you were his most prized possession. “I wanted something like that.” Clarisse said softly. “Something like what?” You asked her she looked you straight in your face “Something like you… a prized possession” At this point she backed you into the wall her hand on your hip and the other reaching towards your phone. “What are you doing?” Odessa asked the girl. Clarisse grabbed your phone and set it on the counter looking back at you. She wiped your tears and kept her hands on your face “I know you saw us in the woods the day.” She stared into her eyes “I’m not mad about the shirt thing either. And I’m sorry for what I did to you… to us and our friendship.”

“I just don’t know how to handle my feelings towards you and I come up with dumb shitty ideas that are not right in any way whatsoever,” she says

You look at her in shock “Did Clarisse la rue just apologize to someone?” You ask. She looked at you seriously “She did.” She looked at her eyes “Are you drunk?” You ask in a hushed tone. Clarisse looked at your lips then your eyes “No.” Her hands brush your hair out of your face as she leans in to kiss you. It was a passionate kiss she held you like she never wanted to let go and this would be the last time ever she would have to touch you again. She wanted to make it last. She moves her leg towards the girl's heat, not breaking the kiss. Odessa gasped allowing access for Clarisse to slip her tongue in •

She felt intoxicated by the kiss moving her hands to rummage through the other girl's hair and pulling it Clarisse let out a breathy moan Clarisse pressed her leg harder against the girl's heat as she did this Odessa let out a quiet moan As they kissed and fought for dominance. Odessa opened the bathroom door leading them into the bedroom the fell onto the bed breaking the kiss Odessa was straddling Clarisse looking down at her

As they reconnect lips the door bursts open a random guy enters “PARTYS BEING RAIDED” he yelled as he ran out of the room. Both girls looked at each other confused as they looked in the hallway of people running wild trying to either hide or get out of the house. I grabbed Clarisse's hand “We should leave.” They Ran out of the room and through the back door pushing through drunk teens yelling that the police were outside they laughed as they made it out and a block down, Still holding hands.

“That was a shit show” Clarisse says

“You’re my shit show” Odessa replies

129 notes · View notes

jimmy-johns-was-taken · 3 months

Note

Helllooo ^^

Could i request an enemies to lovers trope (im a sucker for it 😔) w EJ, Hoodie and Jane?

OH MY STARS I AM DOWN BAD FOR ENEMIES TO LOVERS

frick I love this ask

Enemies to lovers with Jane the killer, Hoodie, and Eyeless Jack

All is below the cut :)

Jane the Killer :

Probably thought you were working with Jeff for a while

I’d imagine you were maybe friends with BEN? Since BEN and Jeff are close

Jane assumed you and Jeff were at least on good terms

And she HATED it

Hated you, for being friends with him

Would verbally fight with you, except she would never let you speak or explain yourself

But one day it all changed!!!!

You and Jeff got into a heated argument and Jane talked to you after, having this “I told you he was shit” attitude

You yelled at Jane, telling her that you and Jeff were never friends and in fact, you disliked Jeff

“Oh…”

Oops

But from then you and Jane bonded

Took a little while, but I’d imagine you found something in common and it started from there

Eventually she confessed, becuz we all know that Jane would confess first (we would all be way to scared to)

And now y’all hate on Jeff together!!!

Hoodie :

You were a new proxy, a very uhhhh, energetic one?

You were always go go go, loud, etc

And Hoodie, while he didn’t mind it at first (hell he even enjoyed it), very slowly got annoyed

Then, one day, you and him are on a mission together and you fuck up

You fix it quickly, killing them fast after missing the first time

But he was enraged

Yelled at you for fucking up

Since then, he refused to go on missions with you

But one day, you Toby and Cody all go on a mission together

It goes wonderfully and y’all even stop at like Waffle House after

Hoodie finds this out after you all come in laughing your asses off and having a good time

He likes your laugh

From that point, he tries to listen for it more, and then lowkey starts to be around you more

He doesn’t really talk much, not until he over hears you say something that you like and he also likes

And then after a mission, he offers to buy you it or bring you to a restaurant with it (let’s say you both like the same kind of coffee or pastry or something idk)

And you immediately agree

And then it just blossoms? He realizes that you weren’t that bad, you just had a bad day and fucked up

Everyone fucks up now and then, and that’s ok. Everyone makes mistakes and life moves on, it’s normal.

You teach him that life is nothing without some kind of failure, and for that he is forever grateful

Eyeless Jack :

At first, he wanted to eat you

Then, once he learned that you were a new resident in the forest, he just left you alone

Jack doesn’t hate without reason, I could see him disliking someone for being annoying, but never without a reason ya know?

I’d imagine one day you got in the middle of his kill, costing him a new meal

He was pissed, duh

Would not talk to you, refused to help you, etc

And you felt TERRIBLE

So, one day, you show up at his cabin with a couple of meals for him, all an assortment of organs and such

You ramble on about how you didn’t know which one he liked best and that you overthought it and panicked and so you just grabbed an arrangement

He was grateful

Then one day you got hurt, he helped you and patched you up

And then you two started a small routine where you would bring him some food, he would patch you up and get you some supplies

Eventually y’all just moved in together cuz it was more convenient and easier for everyone (and totally not cuz you had a big crush on him no no no-)

And eventually y’all are just like “yo I hated u at first but like can we date?”

Like of course Jack would make it romantic (as romantic as an eyeless demon could be) and will do better than just “we’re dating now, idc what you say”

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby #ben drowned #eyeless jack #jane the killer #jeff the killer #nina the killer #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x you #jane the killer x reader #hoodie x reader #Masky/Tim and Brian/hoodie are originally marble hornets characters #enimes to lovers

125 notes · View notes

neteyamkink · 1 year

Note

i just read this jake fic and now im thinking about enemies with benefits with neteyam👀👀

THANK U FOR REQUESTING IM OBSESSED W THIS <333 sorry this is so short i’m lacking so bad at writing rn

paring: aged up!neteyam x reader

warnings: filthy smut, degrading, cocky mean teyam :(, choking, he calls reader a whore, idk what else this is just FILTHY

“I fucking hate you” you had no idea what those words did to Neteyam, did you? The distasteful words that fell from your pretty little lips went straight to his cock. Next thing you knew your ankles were over his shoulders, his hands were around your neck, and he was fucking his cock into you.

His dick bullied its way into your pretty little cunt. the only three words that you could form were, “I hate you.”

Hate is a strong word I know, but you truly hated him. Mostly because he hated you first. He was always so envious, sick and tired of being second runner-up to you. You were always the best at what you did. The best young huntress, the best young warrior, the best young healer. He could never beat you, so instead, he chose to hate you. However, this burning hate turned into a new blossoming passion for just wanting to fuck you like you were nothing. It was the one thing he could be better than you at.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he chuckled into your ear, letting his soft lips peck a little kiss on the top of your ear. Fuck his mischievous little laugh made you just want to smack the smirk right off his lips. But oh my eywa he was just so fucking hot.

“Fuck you,” you gritted through your teeth trying to speak with your airway being cut off by his big hands.

“I am,” his stupid little slapable smirk grew wider. He moved one of his hands off your neck to press down on your stomach. “You feel me all the way up there?” he cockily spoke, his voice ringing through your ears and filling your brain with dopamine.

You refused to feed into his inflated ego, so you shook your head no with the little strength you had in you. His cock filling you up mixed with his restraining hands around your neck was the perfect equation for pure bliss.

He furrowed his brows and scrunched his nose, “you feel it now?” he gripped your neck harder and started to quicken his pace. Every thrust became harder and harder one after the other and soon you were just left a cock drunken moaning mess underneath him.

you didn’t want to inflate his ego even more by giving in but you were just so blissed out that you didn’t have any energy to hate him. You desperately nodded your head needing more, You hated him, but fuck you were always so needy for him. He fucked you so good every. single. time.

“yeah that’s right, ‘m fucking you like the little whore you are,” He gritted through his teeth, hips snapping at an unrhythmic pace.

“let me cum, teyam,” you choke out, chest heaving up and down trying to catch your breath.

“what’s the magic word?” he teases. The way he loved to get you riled up made you 10x more angrier. Why did he have to be such a fucking tool?

“Please,” you whimpered giving into his annoying teasing, desperate to find a release.

“go ahead, pretty princess,” he smirked, and with a few thrusts you both were moaning sticky sweaty messes. Curses and sounds of uneven slaps rung through the air.

“I still fucking hate you,” you spoke.

“I hate you too,” his sly smirk made you roll your eyes but deep inside butterflies erupted in the pits of your stomach.

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar smut #smut #neteyam brain rot :(#yeah this shit is filthy #enimes to lovers

956 notes · View notes

italiansteebie · 1 year

Text

whatever you do DONT think about eddie leading steve on bc he thinks he's still a king steve branded fuck head and is waiting for the ball to drop.

don't think about steve letting him host hellfire in his basement and accidentally overhearing all of them talking shit, even eddie, and it coming out that "i only started talking to him because the little sheepies told me who cool he is. do i believe them?" eddie scoffs. "of course not. he's still a douche but hey. if he wants us here then i can kiss and play pretend." and yeah. eddie can be mean. it's a result of bullies and bad fathers, a defense mechanism.

steve tries to not let it show when he continues down the stairs with the tray of cookies in his hands, soft smile on his face, ignoring the less than nice laughing at his expense.

eddie notices the odd look on steve's face, the way his head hangs when he trudges back up the stairs, not sitting on the couch like he usually does. and he feels a pang in his chest. is that guilt? what does he have to be guilty about?

the others are watching him, weary smiles on their faces. "do you think he heard us?" jeff asks tentatively. eddie scoffs once more, "so what if he did? it's what he deserves."

and there's that pang in his chest again.

---

it's halfway through the campaign when eddie calls a break and goes up stairs to get some drinks for everyone.

he's about to walk into the kitchen when he hears a voice, and quiet sniffles.

"i thought i changed, robs. i- i try so hard, and it just. im not my dad, i never want to be him. why can't i-" eddie listens as steve cries, hearing... robin buckley of all people float from the receiver. "steve, if he can't appreciate you, fuck him. you've tried to apologize and make it up, if he can't see that then he's just an asshole."

"no. he's right. i deserve it. god, im so stupid! i can't believe i thought he actually liked me. fuck! who would?" he hears a heavy sigh.

"good night rob. sorry for that. thanks- uh. thanks for talking." and the phone is hung up.

eddie rounds the corner finally to see steve furiously wiping away the tears that continue to roll down his face. steve's head whips up at the sound of eddie's feet, he sniffles hard, forcing a smile on his face. "h-hey eddie! uh, sorry. allergies... yknow." he clumsily points to his face. he shrugs, "uh. did you- did you need anything? or. oh! uh. i ordered pizza. it should um, be here soon... i just got cheese..."

eddie stares. "uh. yeah. that's fine. i was just getting some drinks." he said, awkward and stuttering.

"oh! i bought you guys some coke, i put 'em in the fridge so they'd be cold." eddie's still staring as steve walks to the refrigerator and pulls out coke, sprite, and even sunkist. he'd only mentioned that it was his favorite once, but steve. steve had remembered, and there is was.

"thanks." eddie said, taking the cases down stairs, reeling over the interaction that had accidentally knocked an epiphany into his head.

he set the soda on the table grabbing the attention of the club members. "i think i fucked up. i think steve... is a nice guy...?" it's silent for a moment.

"he is pretty cool. i mean. not even your mom would let us play in her basement, gare." it's jeff who speaks up, and this makes eddie's head drop, and hang low.

"we fucked up."

now with a part 2

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #best friend robin #jeff stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #pre steddie #enimes to lovers #steddie angst #steve harrington angst #steve is trying to be a better person #steddie ficlet #hellfire club #stranger things hellfire club #stranger things ficlet #best friend robin buckley

927 notes · View notes