#we’re slowly getting back into things!!!
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the one with the role play — gojo satoru
— your husband breaking character during role play after you mention the one thing you shouldn’t have
suggestive, MDNI, established relationship (you’re married), written with f! reader in mind but think i kept it pretty gn, alcohol (nobody gets drunk, just a super quick mention of it as a choice of drink at the bar), strangers at the bar role play (or a failed attempt tbh), based on this talk post of mine, wc: 1.3k
“hey, love”, satoru broke the silence while the two of you were folding the laundry one afternoon. (yes, the strongest sorcerer always helps his wife with chores)
“say, love”, you quickly responded, without looking at him.
“you know, i was thinking — we’ve never tried role play”
“that’s what folding clothes made you think of?”, glancing at him you chuckled, “interesting”, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
“we’ve done pretty much everything but that. you’re not curious?”
now was not the time to tell him that you had done this before, with your ex, and that it was fun. no need to remind him that you had other partners before him and make him lose sleep for days to come, like that one time when he found your diary from high school in the attic and read about all the crushes and boyfriends you had. it took weeks and a lot of coddling on your part (you even had to start a satoru only diary and write his name into little hearts) for him to get over it. so you figured you’d keep this little detail to yourself and take it to the grave. or it would be your husband taken to the grave due to lethal jealousy steaming from the fact that another man had laid his hands on you in the past.
“s-sure”, you stuttered, thinking back to that excruciating memory, then cleared your throat before continuing — “yea, we can do that, why not”
“good then”, he tossed the shirt in his hands aside and stepped closer to you. circling his arms around your waist from behind — one hand eventually resting over your chest while the other stopping at your navel and gently rubbing it — he possessively pressed you against his chest and hummed contently.
“someone’s very excited about this, huh?”, you placed your hand over his and tilted your head back to peek at him.
“oh? can you tell?”, he grinned, playfully pushing his hips against you.
“that giant thing in your pants poking me from behind is giving you away, i’m afraid”
“it’s your fault though”, his head craned down so his lips could reach your forehead and trail soft kisses down to the tip of your nose.
standing on your tip toes you raised your hands to cup his cheeks and pecked him on the lips. “of course, it’s my fault that you’re getting all hot and bothered in the middle of the day like some pervert”
“i always get hot and bothered thinking about you”, he pecked you back, then slowly turned you around (concerned that you might hurt your neck if you kept that position up).
“any ideas?”, you asked.
“8pm, the bar around the corner”
“we’re to enact the classic strangers meeting at the bar, huh? okay. anything else?”
“nope, let’s improvise”
[8:13pm, at the bar]
sitting alone on the stool at the bar counter, you kept playing with your now half empty martini glass, drawing circles with it on the surface. you felt a bit weird sitting here pretending to be single and ready to mingle. but oh well.
he was late. you took another sip of your drink and grabbed your phone to check the time again.
“next one’s on me”, a painfully familiar voice approached you from behind. “if you would allow me, that is”
he was late on purpose, you figured. waiting for you to almost finish your drink so he could easily start a conversation by using such a lame but still quite effective line.
“i don’t normally accept drinks from strangers”, you gazed at him, “but an exception every now and then wouldn’t hurt, i assume”
a puckish smile curved on his lips. “may i?”, taking his sunglasses off, he asked for your permission to sit next to you.
“sure”
you were quite impressed at how seriously he was actually taking this, not breaking character even for a second so far. he had made up a brand new persona of himself, introducing himself as “sato kouya” — the ceo of a leading pharmaceutical company, temporarily living in tokyo for the purpose of a big business project.
“enough about me though”, eyes focused on you, he leaned his elbow on the bar counter and placed his chin on his palm. “tell me about yourself — what’s a beauty like you doing alone?”
you giggled (he was just so cute right now). “you’re lucky that i am alone — if we had met a week earlier, i would’ve still been married”
his expression froze at your words. the smile from a few seconds ago was now bleeding into a confused, almost creepy, look on his face — his lips still stretched into a grin while his eyes told a different story.
“hmmm… how so?”, he spoke in a monotone, his grin slowly fading away.
it would be a lie to say his weird reaction didn’t concern you at all but you decided to brush it off, and continued. “you see, i just got officially divorced. my ex husband and i tried out best to keep the marriage going for as long as we could but we were simply not meant to be”, you sighed. “this was the best for both of us”
“no way”, satoru whined. “no fucking way”
“umm… excuse me?”, you tilted your head in confusion.
“i don’t like this”, his face giving you a dejected grimace — brows knitted, lips pursed into a pout and eyes filled with a mix of panic and sorrow taking over the blue in them and turning it into a darker shade. “divorced? not meant to be? don’t even joke about this”, he almost cried out. the thought alone rubbed him the wrong way, tugged at his heartstrings so intensely that it forced him out of character right then and there, putting an end to your little role play escapade (rip sato kouya, you will be missed).
“satoru”, you caressed his hand, “baby. love of my life. this is just an act, please get it together”
“oh”, he gasped in utter shock after his focus fell on your hand and he noticed you were not wearing your ring. “you even took your ring off? why would you do that?”
great, this was getting worse now.
“because of the role play”, you spoke each word slowly, stressing on the last two very carefully.
“but i’m still wearing mine”, he protested, pointing at his ring, “see? you could’ve still acted fine with your ring on and without bringing up divorce and not meant to be’s”, he cried again, a hangdog look splattered on his face.
“i didn’t want to play the cheating wife, that’s why i took it o—“, you were cut off by another dramatic reaction.
“cheating? CHEATING? you considered this scenario?”, his voice was hitting desperate notes at this point. you couldn’t believe he had lost all reason over a play pretend.
you pinched the bridge of your nose before you spoke, “okay, that’s enough. you’re being ridiculous right now. i’m going home”
he followed after you like a kicked puppy, whining all the way home. but you had to admit — part of you really loved the fact that he went completely out of his mind over something so silly, that he didn’t know what to do with himself just thinking about you possibly leaving him even in a made-up scenario, that you held so much power over him…
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[later that night, in bed]
done reading for the night and ready to sleep, you placed your book on the nightstand and looked over at your husband sitting with his arms crossed next to you in bed.
“still not over it?”, you nestled your head on his chest.
“no. hurts like hell just thinking about it”, he mumbled.
“come on, stop pouting”, you pinched his cheek, “you can’t go to sleep with a grumpy face”
“yea?”, he glanced down at you, “sit on it then — it’s the only way to wipe that pout off of it”
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SHOCK FACTOR★彡 PART 6 (FINAL)
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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader
Warnings: smut (strap-on sex anddd things that go with that)
A/n: ik ya’ll been waiting for this one. Thanku to the anon who requested this special scenario and thanku to the multiple anons who wanted this series in the first place, as well as everyone else who’s been showing shock factor some love 🩷 more fics coming soon.
SHE KISSES YOU like she’s been fantasizing about it for ages, and you can’t help but be turned on at the fact that she probably has. The thought of Paige, legs spread beneath her blanket, hand clamped over her mouth to cover her whimpers as she thinks of you while her hand toys with herself is insane. When you lay on her bed, all you can think of is how many times she must’ve thought of this.
She has a habit of dragging her thumb across your lips and looking into your eyes as if she’s scared to forget what you look like in this moment. Her bedroom is cold but your absolutely dying of heat underneath her body, her hands timidly feeling you while she presses her mouth to yours, tilting her head and letting out little noises.
You relish in how her back slightly arches when your hands meet the skin underneath her shirt, a toned, smooth surface that grows goosebumps as your fingers edge their way under her sports bra. Paige pulls away from kisses with a slowness that urges you to chase after her, but she’s always back for more before you can do so.
“Don’t rush.” She mumbles against your skin. “I wanna take my time with you.”
Horny and aching from need, you reluctantly obey. Her voice is raspy and soft, softer then you’d expected it to be. Paige occasionally pauses above you once your hands begin to kneed her breasts and pull at her nipples.
You open your mouth slightly, allowing her tongue to meet yours. She moves languidly with you, relishing the slight whimpers and noises that leave your mouth. You let your hands leave her tits and cup her face, then one hand tugs at her ponytail. Paige lets out a louder whine at this, and you can’t help but smile. “Baby likes her hair pulled? Never woulda known.” You say with arrogance that you know must feel like a slap to her ego.
“Shut up.” She seethes, her eyes narrowed and tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“You know you can cuss now,” you tilt your head. “since we’re gonna fuck.”
She’s taken aback, eyes wide for a moment as she recalls when she told you she only curses during specific situations. Her lips ghost soft kisses against your jaw before hovering above your ear. “Is that what we’re doing?”
Paige’s knee is nestled tight between your thighs, but you open your legs further as you look into her blue eyes. “How wide do I have to spread before you take the hint?”
Biting her lip, you can almost make out the minuscule “shit” that she murmurs under her breath. She’s truly soaking you in, the way you’re spread out on her bed beneath her, legs open and eyes begging.
“S’ that’s what you want, huh?” She finally says. “I can take a hint.”
Paige gets off of the bed for a moment and you immediately miss her warmth, though it’s replaced with a different feeling when she turns your back to you, and slowly takes her compression long sleeve off. Her back is flexed and muscular beneath her sports bra, which she teasingly pulls over head.
You sit up on the bed in awe, watching as she strips herself bare. You wonder how much it’s turning Paige on, having your eyes stuck on every inch of her body, her broad shoulders and toned arms are enough to make you wet.
And the strap makes your stomach drop.
She adopts a newfound confidence when it’s on her, clearly emasculated by the look on your face as you take the sight of her in.
“Sit.” You say, patting the edge of the bed. She obliges with an unsure look on her face. You slip off the bed and kneel between her legs, placing your hands on her thighs and looking up at the strap, then her face. Paige understands what you want to do.
“Are you sure?”
“Just watch me.” You smile, taking the strap in your hands and licking the tip while keeping your eyes trained on her. She’s fidgety, gripping the sheets behind her as you lick up and now the length before finally putting it in your mouth.
You’re not quite used to the sensation of the plastic in your mouth but you can assume the little make-believe blowjob is having the effect you hoped for, because Paige is biting her lip fervently now as her hands find your head.
The sight of her low eyes and shameless staring while you slowly take her length in your mouth is soaking your panties on it’s own, especially when she begins to buck her hips.
She suddenly begins to let out soft moans, her head thrown back and breathing quickening. There’s something different going on now.
You stop bobbing your head for a moment and hold the strap teasingly on your tongue, and then you can feel it. The quiet noise, the slight sensation. There’s a part of the strap that is inside of Paige and it’s vibrating.
“Don’t stop.” She mumbles, looking at you pleadingly.
“The vibrator not enough?” You tease, parting your mouth with a strap and letting a string of saliva form between your lips and the plastic.
Paige’s grip on your head tightens for a moment, and she jerks herself forward almost involuntarily, probably from the vibrations.
“C’mon baby, please.” She whines. “I needa see you take me in your mouth.”
You shake your head. “I’ll take you in a different way.”
She lays back on the bed now, and you take your time crawling on top of her. She’s absolutely flushed and in awe as you take your shirt and basketball shorts off, leaving you in your sports bra and underwear. You pull your panties to the side achingly slow, revealing to Paige how wet she’s made you.
“Fuuuck.” She mutters, bringing a hand to her face and then both to your hips. You’re hovering carefully above her, letting the tip graze your labia ever so slightly.
“Ready Paige?” You sigh, and she nods her head immediately, guiding you as gently as possible onto her strap, and enjoying every moment as your eyes screw shut and your mouth omits a noise she’s only dreamt of.
It’s slow at first, with her hands helping you bob up and down on her. The sound of your ass clapping against her skin and the slight vibration you can feel is pornographic.
“You take me so- fuck, so well.” She gasps as your pace quickens.
You’re grasping onto her core, her tits, anything you can manage. Although your legs are already beginning to burn you refuse to slow down, it feels too good. Almost as if the strap was truly a part of her. Paige’s moans and your own are filling the room, as well as the occasional slap to your ass from her calloused hands,
You collapse forward onto her, arms caging her head beneath you as your hips continue to grind. You’re face to face now, foreheads touching and breathing each others air.
“Wanted this, uhhg, s’bad Paige.” You whisper weakly to her. “Thought about you all the time. Wanted you to fuck me right there at that restaurant.”
“I would’ve gone under the table,” Paige murmurs back, hands gripping your ass now and helping you fuck yourself silly. “n’ I would’ve eaten you out. Couldn’t even pay attention to what you were saying.”
The thought is enough to drive you wild, especially since you’d had a similar idea at the time. You can imagine Paige pretending to drop something, then not coming back up until you’re writhing in your seat, panties around your ankles.
“Stop.” You cry. “If you keep talking I’m gonna cum, seriously.”
“I wanted to kiss you so bad.” She smirks against your skin, then abruptly flips you over. She’s on top of you now, your back is arched and your face is almost pressed into the sheets. She holds your hands behind you before you can use them to cushion yourself.
Paige is pumping into you now, admiring the sight of your ass pressed flush against her groin. Her hands are holding your wrists tight. “I was gunna kiss you on the street. Then maybe I woulda turned you around like this.”
You can’t even respond anymore, you’re out of breath and crying of pleasure into her bed now that a tense, building feeling is forming in your stomach.
“If Elaine didn’t call would you have let me, ma?” She moans out. “Would you have let me eat it from the back? Or would you have pussied out.”
“Paige.” You cry out against her sheets. “M’ gonna cum, oh my god.”
She doesn’t say anything else, and you know she’s getting close too. Her thrusts are growing sloppier and she’s moaning more then she’s talking, whatever words leave her mouth are impossible to understand through the exhaustion and sheer sound of sex.
You and her climax almost in unison, it’s the most relieving thing you’ve felt in a long time, both sexually and mentally. When Paige slumps down on the bed beside you, hurriedly taking the strap off and pressing her warmth to your back you know your problems with her are over.
“(Name).” She mumbles. “You good, baby?”
“Mmhm, yeah.” You huff out, smiling as she laughs. You can feel her toying with your hair.
“M’sorry.” She says quietly.
You turn around now to face her. “Sorry?”
“Yeah.” She says, matter o fact. “M’sorry I was such a dick to you. sorry I lied about Elaine. M’sorry I didn’t eat you out when I had the chance.”
You chuckle at the last part, and let your hand cup her face fondly. “We’re good, P. And you can eat me out whenever you like.”
The two of you laugh together, legs entwined and eyes connected by some sort of invisible beam of comfort and affection. She’s smiling in a way you’ve only seen glimpses of, and it’s warming your soul.
“You’re leaving.” She says, laughter fading.
“What?”
“You’re leaving Storrs in a couple more days.”
You stare into her eyes for a moment. Her expression is disappointed and you know yours probably is too. You can’t be in Storrs longer then you have planned, but you want to stay.
“Come visit me.” You finally say. “Come to California n’ stay with me.”
“Now?” She asks, eyes wide.
“Whenever.” You smile. “We have the summer. I better see you.”
Paige places a soft kiss on your lips. “You will ma, trust me.”
“What’d you say on that live again?” You ask her in between kisses. “That I was boring? Had no shock factor?”
“Don’t start.” Paige rolls her eyes, poking your cheek.
“You, my girl, have enough shock factor for a lifetime.”
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𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞
(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖)
(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌)
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐘: reader wants to change things up with her hair but Paige doesn’t want her too loving how it already is.
You sighed scrolling through TikTok when you came across a video of someone dyeing their hair. You looked down at yours getting an idea you’ve been wanted to dye your hair but you were worried it would mess up your curls.
That something you didn’t want,nor did Paige she let you make your own decisions of course but she just loved your hair and how beautiful it looked,how beautiful you looked.
“Hey beautiful” Paige kissed your cheek sitting next to you,you looked up softly smiling then looked back down to your phone “what’s wrong” she frowned.
You looked back up with a sigh “how would you feel if I told you I wanted to dye my hair” you asked “I would say it a crazy idea which it is” she told you getting up “oh come on,I would do a dirty blonde so we could be twins” you softly laughed.
“Yeah no” she laughed with you before walking away “well I tried” you mumbled to yourself.
You sat up alone scrolling through TikTok Paige laying asleep on your lap you can across another video of someone dyeing their hair but this time it was blue.
You looked down at paige hesitating,you slowly got up walking into the kitchen were your keys were. You picked them up as you pulled your phone back out calling kk.
“Hey you free” you asked quietly walking out you and Paige’s apartment “yeah why” she asked “I’m on my way” you mumbled getting into your car. “Ok but we’re-“ you hung up before she could finish.
“Why are we here again” kk mumbled standing next to you in the hair aisle “looking for something” you mumbled as your eyes scanned for the right color “like wh-“.
“This one” you cut her off talking the box and dragging kk with you to check out.

“Are you sure about this” kk whispered as you to stood in your bathroom “y-yeah” you mumbled. She blinked at you “what” you asked “are you positive”. “Yes” whisperer shouted wanting to get it done before Paige woke up “Ok,ok” she mumbled pouring the dye in your hair.
You two were finished,it took two hours one to dye it and one to flat iron you hair.
“Ouuuu girll” kk giggled looking at you though the mirror “you sure it not to much” you mumbled “girl it not enough” she snapped her fingers laughing you laughed with her but froze when you heard your bedroom door open “shit,you need to go” you whispered.
You quickly wrapped up your hair before slowly, opening the bathroom door kk following behind you “I’ll see you later” you softly smiled. She smiled back before leaving.
“Who was that” Paige mumbled rubbing her eyes “no one” you softly smiled pulling her back to bed “what that” she asked finally, noticing your hair was wrapped up.
“Not-nothing” you mumbled she looked at you in the eye holding the eye contact knowing how much you hated it “fine..I did something” you mumbled looking down “like what” she asked sitting next to you.you sighed standing up as she looked up at you.
“Promise you won’t get mad” you sighed turning to her “I promise” she told you.
You slowly to off the wrap letting your hair fall down your back “you.didn’t” she said shock “you said said you wouldn’t get mad” you asked. “I’m not I..I like it” she softly smiled standing up “really” you asked confused.
“Yeah it looked good on you,and besides we can be twins right” she mumbled smirking pulling you to her by your waist “yeah” you giggled “uhm” she mumbled pulling you in for a kiss.
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Lovely To Be Rained On With You
Summary: 3K. Reader and Joel rush to find shelter from the storm
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, post-outbreak, oral f!receiving, unprotected PIV, creampie
A/N: okay I have spent so much time on here reading other Joel fics and enjoying myself so I kinda wanted to give back. but first of all I need to get three things off my chest. one, it's been a long time since I've written anything. two, this is my first writing The Last of Us. three, and probably most important as I beg for kindness, it's my first time writing smut. this has been sitting in my docs for too long so Imma just press post and walk away. enjoy! AO3
The weather was changing rapidly. Not long ago it had only been partly cloudy, but now, for as far as the eye could see, the sky was one massive, threatening cloud. The leaves danced on their branches as the gusting wind flowed through them; their rustling a constant melody accompanied by the quickening beat of two pairs of boots.
Tightening the grip on your rifle, you look up at the darkening sky. The weapon could protect you from a lot, but not from this. It had been four days since you left camp and it was still another day’s walk until you returned.
There was no outrunning this storm.
A few feet ahead of you Joel Miller marches onward, his broad frame and long legs setting a rapid pace you struggle to keep up with. The pack on your back is overfilled and heavy with recently looted goods. It causes your steps to be slow, more cautious and measured.
You take a deep breath, “Joel…?” you begin. You’re both thinking it. Someone has to say it out loud. “It’s gonna pour in any minute.”
His graying curls dance along with the leaves in the wind. He steps over a fallen tree then turns and offers his hand to help you over. You graciously accept it, sliding your fingers over his calloused hand. The weight of the bag digs into your shoulders as you step over. Had it not been for the heavy sack you would have been closer to camp by now, but those supplies are the sole reason the two of you journeyed so far away.
“I know,” he says as you join him on the other side of the log.
“We’re too far from camp—”
“I know,” he repeats, his brows furrowing. He scouts the distance, bright eyes scanning left and right, through the trees and beyond. A bead of sweat slowly falls down his face, the unseasonable hot May weather demanding to be acknowledged.
“There was a cabin…” he trails off, lost in thought. You look ahead, only seeing trees. “D’you remember? Was it before or after all those alliums we saw?”
You think back and try to remember this area from a few days ago but a lot had happened since: Joel injured his shoulder wrestling with a jammed door; you found and promptly devoured a can of ravioli; there were two separate attacks with solitary infected; finding the motherlode of supplies in what looked like a doomsday prepper’s basement; oh, and then there was last night.
Still riding the high of finding all those medical supplies and ammunition (and a bottle of bourbon), the two of you spent last evening in high spirits. You shared stories and laughed and drank. Joel hummed a tune that had you swaying your hips and smiling towards the obsidian sky. For a moment things felt so easy and normal.
At some point that night, with only a sliver of the moon in the sky, you stumbled in the darkness and fell into Joel’s arms. You had looked up at him, your hand rested on his strong chest as you breathed in the scent of him. Your body tingled where his hands pressed into your waist. The stars twinkled above him as he smiled crookedly and whispered, “y’okay, sweetheart?” and you nearly confessed. Nearly told him how you truly felt about him. Nearly revealed you knew he watched you when he thought you couldn’t see.
Nearly kissed his gorgeous face.
But then he dropped his hands, the magic of the moment gone, and you swallowed your feelings. You fell asleep last night wishing things were different. Wishing Joel was yours.
A single raindrop plopping on your forehead brings you back to the present. “We saw the cabin first,” you recall. “And then the flowers.”
Joel nods, walking forward even faster than he had before. He too must have felt a raindrop.
The two of you continue onwards, the sky teasing you with singular drops of rain as you migrant the woodsy terrain. It doesn’t take long until you see them in the distance.
Alliums. The purple flowers, towering high on skinny stalks, sway in the wind. The bulbous plant, petals like bursting fireworks, are scattered across the field. The sight of them brings you relief. It shouldn’t be much longer until you find the cabin.
Just as you walk past the last bunch of flowers the sky begins to open up. The rain comes softly at first. Small drops that slide off your skin and moisten your clothing. Foolishly, you believe if it continues like this you’ll be fine. But as lightning shoots across the sky and thunder shakes your body, the drops grow heavier, their frequency increasing.
The rain continues to fall harder as you trek on. The sound of water blanketing the land drowns out everything else. Joel turns and looks behind at you, his normally bouncy hair weighted down and plastered to his face. Another clap of thunder rings as the rain soaks through you. It seeps all the layers of your clothing, through your jeans, through your socks, pooling in your boots.
Walking is becoming more difficult as your boots sink into the mud, your clothes are soaked through and heavy and your cumbersome backpack doesn’t help. You’re about to yell ahead, tell Joel it doesn’t even matter anymore, that you’re too tired, but then you see the cabin.
It’s a tiny little thing. The sheltered patio leads into one cozy room. To your right is a kitchenette, directly in front of you is a small living space, and further back, against the wall rests a bed. There’s a closed off area there as well, presumably a bathroom.
Joel crosses the cabin, his hand resting on the pistol holstered to his hip, and peers into the smaller room. His posture relaxes and he gives a quick nod. The cabin is safe.
You rest your rifle against the wall by the door and unceremoniously drop your bag. Relief spreads through your bones. You arch your back and stretch your arms upwards, pulling the muscles along your spine. You glance across the room and there it is again—Joel is watching you. His eyes travel your body and linger where your soaked top clings to your chest.
He’s lost in the sight of you. You raise your arms higher, his gaze warming your cheeks and your core, and you push your chest further out to taunt him. The wet fabric is unforgiving and you're sure he can see your hardened nipples even from across the room.
You decide to break the silence. “You think it will last long?”
Joel snaps to attention, his eyes finding yours as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Huh? What was that?”
“The storm,” you pause to lick your lips. “Do you think it’ll last long?”
Joel sets his backpack down at the head of the bed. “Not too sure,” he looks past you out the window at the turbulent weather, “regardless, we should stay here for the night.” He opens his bag and begins to rummage through it.
You nod as you walk over to the foot of bed. With your back facing him you sit on the edge. “In that case I’m gonna get out of these clothes.”
You wrap your fingers under the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. You toss the clothing and it lands with a loud slap on the wooden floor. After kicking off your boots and socks you lift your hips off the bed enough to push your jeans to your thighs. You struggle to get the tight and stiff wet denim off your legs.
You lean back on your forearms and look behind at Joel. He’s suddenly very interested in his bag. You watch as he digs around, the muscles in his arms pressing against his tee. His face is glistening wet and it highlights the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw. He’s just as handsome as always.
“Hey, Joel?” You bite your lip and wait for his attention.
His hands still as he looks down at you. “Yes, sweetheart?”
The endearment makes your heart swell. You swing your dangling legs. “Can you help me out of these? They’re giving me trouble.”
He looks at the jeans halfway down your thighs. You’ve changed in front of Joel before but after last night, after spending so much time alone with him, things have gotten intimate. You feel exposed half undressed in your mismatched undergarments, but it’s also exciting and your breath quickens under Joel’s glare.
“Yeah, I can help,” he nearly whispers. He drops his bag on the floor, the stuff within no longer important, and rounds the bed. You lift your legs when he gets close and await his touch.
He holds your ankles first. Gathering the material there, he attempts to pull, but the jeans barely move. So his hands climb up, over your calves, then behind your knees, and when they reach your thighs he pauses. He hooks onto the edge of the material, his thick fingers touching your bare skin, and pulls.
The jeans start to give way. As he tugs your body jostles, your breasts bouncing lightly in your worn bra, each jerk becoming more arousing. Once he’s peeled your pants off he discards them onto the floor along with your shirt.
“There ya go,” he says as he comes between your legs and leans in. “Will you be needin’ anything else?”
He looks at you, his eyes intense and questioning. He’s so close you can feel his body heat, even with his cool wet shirt brushing against your bare torso. A flash of lightning briefly brightens the room. You swallow hard and wait for the resounding thunder. You won’t repeat last night. You won’t let this moment pass.
“Kiss me,” you whisper.
And suddenly Joel’s lips are pressed against yours. He kisses you hungrily, mashing himself against you, finally feeding the longing you’ve both felt for some time. You part your mouth and allow his tongue entry as you melt into him. You explore each other, your hands running along his chest as you’re rendered breathless under his kissing. Your fingers tangle in his shirt. You pull at the fabric wanting to feel his skin against yours.
Joel breaks from the heated kiss and straightens his body. His eyes are dark and filled with lust as he yanks his shirt off. You watch him as you scoot back on the bed and fully lay down. He kicks off his boots and undoes his belt and jeans. His body is strong from years of manual labor. There’s a line of hair on his soft belly that trails under his boxers.
“What else do you need, sweetheart?”
You can’t tell if the roaring in your ears is the sound of the rain or of your quickly beating heart. Joel waits for your answer as he unclips the gun holster from his belt and rests it on the floor. His hardening cock springs free when he drops his pants and boxers.
He strokes himself slowly and you watch as his cock gets harder in his grasp. You rub your thighs together, desperately seeking relief for the growing ache between your legs. You unclasp your bra and cup your breasts. Joel softly grunts when you pinch your nipples between your fingers.
The sight of him bare and beautiful leaves you breathless. He looks so handsome with his hair slicked back and glossy from the rain. The sight of his cock, hard and ready for you, sets you on fire. He licks his lips and all you can think about is those lips on you. On your mouth, on your tits, on your cunt. You have never wanted someone so badly.
“You, Joel,” you finally say. “I need you.”
He smiles at your answer and makes his way onto the bed. He takes his time crawling up to you, planting kisses along the way. He pauses when he meets the apex of your legs.
His fingers curl around the band of your panties and he pulls them down and off. You open your legs, inviting him in, so desperate for his touch.
He looks up with hungry eyes. “I want to taste you,” he says as his fingers part your pussy lips, opening you even further for him.
Joel opens his mouth and presses his tongue against your cunt. He licks up, takes his time savoring you until he passes over your sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation has you moaning and lifting your hips to meet his mouth.
“Oh, Joel,” you whine as he continues sucking and licking you, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the point of his tip. One of his large fingers finds the entrance to your hole and pushes inside.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he mumbles into your folds. “One of my fingers isn’t enough, is it?”
Your hands run through his hair as he inserts another finger inside you, your walls clenching around him. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them into the spot within you that has you moaning his name.
Your pleasure grows as Joel finds his rhythm, his mouth and hand working together to bring you closer and closer to orgasm.
“Please, Joel,” you’re begging, pleading with him. “Don’t stop! I’m so close, please don’t stop!”
So he doesn’t. His moans join your screams of pleasure until the pressure in your core finally snaps. Your back arches and your legs shake as your orgasm rips through you. Joel’s fingers continue to work through your high, prolonging your pleasure until your legs relax and your grip loosens from his hair.
“Fuck,” you exhale as Joel crawls up, his strong body caging around you. He leans into you, the touch of his skin on yours and the weight of him soothing your body. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck as one of his hands squeezes your breast, his fingers playfully twisting your nipple.
He’s planting kisses on you again, on your neck, along your jaw, then on your lips. You moan when you taste your own release on his tongue as he slips it between your lips. You spread your legs further underneath him, a fire burning in your core that only he can put out. His cock rests thick and hard between you.
“I still need you,” you whisper, lifting your hips to grind yourself against the length of him. You need all of him, every pound and every inch. You need his touch, his lips, his moans. You need him around you. You need him in you.
He grunts as you rub against him, your wet hole eager to be filled.
“I need you too,” he whispers back as he reaches in between your bodies. He grabs himself and aligns the thick head of his cock at your entrance.
You whimper as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Inch by inch your walls stretch to accommodate his shaft. Seeds of pleasure start to grow when he’s fully inserted into you.
Joel stills inside you and looks into your eyes. His face is twisted in bliss. “Goddamn, your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he rasps. He sharply exhales when you flex your cunt around him.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He begins to pump his hips then, making soft shallow thrusts until he’s gotten used to the feeling of you. He moans into your mouth as he picks up the pace, nearly pulling himself out of you entirely before plummeting back into your depths.
His dick is intoxicating. Waves of pleasure wash over you each time he rams himself deep in you. He fills you completely, your wet hole stretching around the length of him.
Joel begins stroking faster, his hips snapping into you at a blinding pace. Your fingers dig into his back when he rocks into the spot that makes you arch your back and moan his name.
He smiles, satisfied with the pleasure his cock gives you. “Right there?” He asks as he continues to mercilessly drill into you, pounding your sweet spot over and over again.
“Yea—oh my god, Joel—yes!”
He’s already pushing you towards your next orgasm and he can sense it. He repositions your bodies, folding you nearly in half as he brings your knees up.
You scream out as the altered position lets him stroke deeper inside you. His cock hits your cervix, pain and pleasure meshing together, forcing you closer to the edge.
“You like that, sweetheart?” Joel asks as your moans increase in volume. “Look at your pretty pussy juices making a mess… so fucking wet.”
You look down where the two of you are connected. You watch as he disappears inside you and then reappears again, shiny with your slick. The image makes your head spin.
“I… oh fuck! I’m gonna… I’m gonna—”
“You’re gonna cum on my cock for me? Huh?” His strokes are becoming more erratic, his own orgasm approaching. “Gonna let me feel that pussy grip my dick while you cum?”
Joel’s filthy words combined with his dick destroying your cunt sends you over. You yell out as your orgasm knocks over you. Your pussy pulsates around Joel, pushing him over the edge. You milk his cock as he cums, his dick twitching inside you as his warm seed fills your hole.
The two of you lay there a while, Joel softening inside you as his body envelopes yours. When your body has relaxed and your breathing has slowed Joel softly presses his lips to yours. He rises and slowly pulls out. You feel your combined arousal spill out of you once he’s completely out of the warmth of your cunt. You immediately miss the fullness he gave you when he rolls over to lay beside you.
The storm continues on outside. Fat raindrops pellet the cabin and the wind rattles the windows. Staying in was a good call, the sky was already darkening with the approaching night.
You look over to Joel. His eyes are closed, his face is soft and relaxed. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so calm before.
“Y’okay, sweetheart,” you ask, mirroring Joel’s words from last night.
Joel chuckles as he intertwines his fingers in yours. “Yeah. I am now.”
#Joel Miller#Joel Miller x Reader#Joel Miller x You#The Last of Us#Joel Miller smut#joel miller fanfiction
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🗒️ · reader x Jeonghan , fluff
You always loved doing things for the people that you loved, making them small diy gifts, getting them flowers and much more.
One thing that you always did was taking pictures of everyone, but it turned out that being the ‘photographer’ friend wasn’t always easy.
Yes, you loved taking photos, telling your friends how to pose as you hyped them up. They were thankful, since you were now responsible for their instagram pretty posts.
But after some time, you were sad that no one took photos of you.
Even the candid photos you took of your friends, every time y’all went out, were truly amazing.
You didn’t want to ask for candid photos, considering that a candid photo is something that you shouldn’t be aware of being taken.
Because for you, taking photos of someone was a bare minimum.
And you didn’t understand, why none of your friends took out their phone, and did cute picture of you.
Maybe that’s why you felt slightly disappointed or even sad, if you mentioned or asked for one yourself. Not because you thought they’d be mad, but you thought they’d maybe know what you want.
You saw it as just opening the camera app and clicking the button at least once or twice. But maybe you only thought of it like that.
And that thought was swept away the second Yoon Jeonghan entered your life.
“Look! There’s a cat!” You exclaimed, happily, as you walked towards the pretty white feline.
Observing the cat, you crouched down and held out your hand. When the cat came closer, you made sure to look out for a collar, so you knew it wasn’t a stray.
“So trusting,” You smiled, petting the cat gently after it accepted you. “I am already a favorite.” You turned around to look at Jeonghan as you spoke.
Only to see that he had his phone out. At first you thought he was ignoring you, so without noticing, your face turned into a small frown.
“Ah- What’s the frown for, baby?” Your boyfriend asked you, your facial expression immediately turning into a small confused one.
As Jeonghan observed the change in your expression, he just smugly smiled at you.
“Oh, I’m just recording you, see.” He said, and as he turned his phone towards you, his back camera was pointed at him.
You couldn’t help, but let out a slightly louder giggle. “I trust you, since you’re recording with your back camera, and your face is in a funny angle.”
Jeonghan quickly realized and turned the camera back on you. “Well I think that was payback for me, because of me taking that one picture of you this morning.”
Making you shake your head, Jeonghan just snickered at you. He meant the picture he made of you, the second you got into the bathroom that the both of you shared.
You looked completely disheveled, your hair forgot to keep itself in the bun you made the night before and your face looked all squishy. Your boyfriend couldn’t resist that, so he had to take a picture when you didn’t look.
“Come on, we’ll get coffee, since we’re already walking through the park.” He said, making you nod and petting the cat goodbye.
Hurrying over to your boyfriend, who teased you by slowly continuing to walk, you snaked your arm through the hole which was created by him putting his hands in his pockets.
“Thank you for taking so many pictures of me, even if they sometimes look.. a bit special.” You laughed, your sweet and loving laugh putting a smile on your lover’s face too.
“That’s nothing you should ask for, it’s funny and I enjoy doing it more than you think.” He spoke.
“Well just so you know, I also have many pictures of you. Some make me think, wow what a precious handsome man. And some appear in my dreams, my nightmares to be exact.”
Your boyfriend shot a glare at you, making you laugh slightly harder, before he pinched your side gently.
“You’re lucky I love you, and am letting you get away with this. But revenge will come.” He chuckled, kissing your forehead after he intertwined his hand with yours and put it into his pocket.
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In my active era😝 (I literally wrote 2 fics💀) Anyway, I hope y’all liked it!! I turned out completely different from what I intended to write but who cares🙏🏼🙏🏼
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punk!soap metalhead!ghost brain blast!!!
ghost trying so hard to get soap out of the bad parts of the scene bc he's starting to get pulled in by the shadows, a group of wannabe anarchists that stand for nothing except themselves, but soap loses his shit; laying into ghost for daring to try and "save" him
no one's ever been there for him when he needed them; no one ever offered him support or a soft place to land, why the hell would he want ghost's help when he's perfectly fine on his own? (when he’s always had to be?)
"you think i can't make my own decisions? well fuck you, ghost, who needs a washed up piece o’ shite like you!"
he doesn’t talk to ghost for days, doesn’t let himself acknowledge the hole he’s left behind until he's getting pissed with the shadows one night in an abandoned house and graves starts waving around the gun he snuck through customs and it accidentally goes off, grazing soap's temple
he's never heard anything so loud, even at all the shows he’s attended and there’s so much blood; it's getting in his eyes, running down his neck and soaking into his clothes and he’s frozen. graves and all his shadows bolt after hearing the gunshot, worried about cops finding them and they leave him there; staring at the growing puddle at his feet
soap's panicking; half-blind, blistering pain lighting up his head and he can't think about anything beyond how much he wants ghost
ghost's been sulking at his flat since soap blew him off; pissed at soap for going off on him when he just wants to help but still worried about the punk. he doesn’t want him going down the same road as him; doesn’t want him to repeat his mistakes when he could save himself so much suffering and he almost doesn't answer his phone when it buzzes on the couch
he lets out a ragged sigh as he picks it up; raking a hand over his shaved head when he sees the bubble emoji and contemplates letting it ring out. contemplates answering with a growl; something a younger, crueler version of him would spit. in the end, he decides on silence and puts the phone to his ear just before it can stop ringing
he almost breaks it when he hears soap choke out, "i've been shot."
he's out the door in a heartbeat, running down the stairs because the lift is too slow; trying to get more information out of him but he can't get anything out beyond a repeated, "i've been shot."
he breaks every law there is as he speeds to soap's location; visions of his cold, bloodless corpse staining his mind's eye. the only thing keeping him calm are the strangled breaths from the other end of the line; he's not dead, he can work with not dead, this isn't tommy, soap won't end up like tommy-
ghost screeches to a halt outside a random alley and throws himself from the car when he sees soap collapsed against a garbage bin. he's covered in blood, soaked, just like that night, it's everywhere and he's not moving, he's not moving-
“johnny!”
he skids to his knees and fits his hand under his chin to check his pulse… but his heart beats strong under his fingertips and soap's eyes flutter open; flooded with blood but conscious and alive
the second he registers ghost in front of him, he’s reaching out for him; babbling apologies over and over, "you were right, i'm sorry ghost, i should've listened; i'm sorry, i'm so sorry."
ghost just gently hushes him, cupping his face heedless of the blood. "that doesn't matter now, johnny. we're gonna get you all fixed up, yeah?"
soap’s hands fist in his shirt, clinging to him. "i got shot, ghost," he says again; lost and smaller than he's ever heard from his punk and it's been years since he's felt this kind of rage but he doesn't let a drop of it touch his voice
“i know, lad. i know. gonna let me take a look at it? make it right?"
soap finally nods, his stuttering apologies coming to a halt and ghost runs back to his car to get a towel. he presses it to soap's skin, trying to soak up as much as he can so he can get a proper look; cooing assurances as soap absently hisses in pain the closer he gets to it
it's only a graze and something in his chest unravels; old fears and grief settling as the shallow wound continues to gush into the towel
ghost slumps, pressing his forehead into the top of soap's head and takes a second to just breathe. “‘s’alright, johnny; it’s not even that bad, not even that bad,” he promises, low; spoken more to himself than soap
his hand starts to grow damp and he forces himself to his feet, gathering up soap and getting him into his car. he puts the towel in his hand and presses it against the wound, trying to coax him through his shock to put pressure on it so he can drive
soap curls up in the passenger seat; eyes distant, seeing nothing and ghost has to tighten his grip on the steering wheel so he doesn't turn around
soap is the priority
he has to get him home; has to get him cleaned up and safe
then he can go hunting for the gutless shadow that hurt his punk
#this was just me wanting to give soap his post mw3 head scar ngl#tw implied past suicide#god if soap gets real mean with it. 'you dont give a shite about me! this is just you trying to save your stupid brother!#well guess what ghost?! hes fucking dead and smothering me aint gonna bring him back!’#and its the only thing he couldve said that would make ghost let him walk out the door#ghosts been here before. he knows how impossible it is to help someone that doesnt want to be helped but he cant let soap go#he cant go down that road again. cant let it be just to walk into soaps flat one day and find him in a bloodsoaked bathtub#when soap comes out of his shock he finds ghost slowly and methodically cleaning his leather jacket#hes trying hard to remain calm and clearheaded#trying not to fall back into old habits#but theres a reason hes called ghost#bc the second he stops looking after soap is the second he storms out to find graves and wring his neck#soap pushes back so hard against ghost trying to help him bc in his head being ‘saved’ or ‘better’ means being changed#bc the only help hes ever experienced has been conditional. ‘we will help you if you go to college. if you stop art.#if you change your entire being’#he cant process that ghost wants him the exact way that he is bc no one ever has#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#soap cod#john soap mactavish#ghost cod#simon ghost riley
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Pains | Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: You we’re on day two of your period, and it hurt everywhere. You’re girlfriend, Jessie was there to help.
Warnings: anything to do with periods, medication
Notes: Short
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You were wrapped up in bed, clutching your stomach. You felt horrible and just miserable. Not only were you having severe cramps and dealing with your period, but you had a horrible headache.
“Hey babe, I saw this really cool resta-“ your girlfriend, Jessie is soon cut off by her own concern as she enters the room - her speech that trailed along the hallway coming to a halt.
“Baby what’s wrong?” Jess says instinctively, her freckles highlighted by the sun hitting her face - perfectly framing her features. All of which you adored.
“I promise it’s not that bad. I’m fine, really.” You knew you weren’t, and you knew Jessie knew that too.
Jessie cutely grumbled in a soft tone. “I know you’re not. Are you on your period, is it cramps? What do you need me to get you?” A sudden plethora of questions escaped her mouth.
“Jessie I said I’m fine.”
“You are not fine. I’m gonna get you a few things. Just stay here.”
You told her not to bother, but your words fell on deaf ears.
Soon, Jessie returned. A hot water bottle clutched in her arm and some medication and water in the other. She speed walked over to your side and crouched down next to the bed as she examined your face.
“Hey hey. It’s okay I’m here.” She comforts you, as she places the hot water bottle on your stomach. She brushes some loose strands of hair out of your face.
“I’ve got some paracetamol okay? Come on let’s just sit up for a moment.” She gently guides you so your back is against the headboard before she hands you your medication. You drink it, reluctantly - knowing your too stubborn to let others take care of you.
"Here you go, love," she says softly, handing you the medication and water. "This should help a bit.”
You didn’t grow up in a house of affection. You weren’t use to it and it made you feel awkward. You were stubborn, and you knew it but Jessie made you better. Overtime, she made a dent in your stubborn exterior slowly and slowly peeling back the layers. Of course, there was still times you felt like you were a burden but Jessie always reassured you that you weren’t.
The truth is you weren’t.
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Throughout the day, Jessie ensures you are as comfortable as possible. She prepares meals that are not only nutritious but also easy on your stomach. Whether it's a bowl of hearty vegetable soup or a plate of fresh fruit, she prioritizes your well-being with every bite.
"How about some soup for lunch?" she suggests. "I made your favorite vegetable soup.
"That sounds perfect," you reply, grateful for her thoughtfulness.
Understanding that rest is crucial, she encourages you to take it easy, often taking over household chores to allow you some much-needed relaxation.
"Why don't you lie down for a bit? I'll handle the laundry," she says, giving you a reassuring smile.
When the pain gets intense, Jessie is there with a stash of your favorite chocolates and a comforting hand. She’ll sit with you, holding your hand, or massaging your lower back when the cramps are unbearable.
"Do you need anything else?" she asks, her eyes full of concern. "Let me know if the cramps get worse."
"Just having you here helps a lot," you admit, squeezing her hand.
In the evenings, Jessie suggests watching your favorite shows or movies, a welcome distraction.
"How about we watch that new comedy series you've been wanting to see?" she offers, dimming the lights and creating a cozy atmosphere. You snuggle up together on the couch, her warmth and care transforming these difficult days into manageable ones.
Jessie’s unwavering support not only eases the physical discomfort but also makes you feel profoundly loved and cared for. "I don't know what I'd do without you," you whisper, snuggled against her.
"You'll never have to find out," she replies, kissing your forehead gently.
#jessie fleming#jessie fleming x reader#period cramps#period#portland thorns#canada#canwnt#jflem#woso#woso fanfics#woso x reader
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If You Love Her
~If You Love Her by Forest Blakk~
Author's Note: requested! First Ethan piece :) italics are flashbacks
Summary: Ethan and Y/N Hughes are secretly dating and Luke gets protective over his older sister
Warnings: err idk tbh
Word Count: 2,216
Ethan Edwards x Hughes!fmreader
It wasn’t entirely serious between them, it was more casual than anything. She wanted more and Ethan wanted more but it was a sticky situation. Her brother, Luke, used to be Ethan’s teammates and roommate.
At first it was nice having his older sister Y/N hang around, she was only a year older than Luke. She was nice, matched his energy really well. It was nice having another Hughes around.
The boys renewed the lease and she ended up moving into Luke’s old room. Luke was hesitant on allowing her to do that, barging in on his territory but Y/N can be really persuasive.
She slowly started getting closer with the boys, especially Ethan.
She paced the hallway, unsure of how she would go about this. She needed a date. It wasn’t optional as her sorority was having a themed party. You were required to bring a partner. She was going to bring her girl best friend but she was in a different sorority. It would be against the rules.
So, here she was pacing the hallway trying to decide if it would be weird to ask him if he could be her date. Or plus one. She spun around quickly at the sound of the door creaking open. Ethan stepped out of his room, shirtless wearing dark blue sweatpants. His hair was messily laid across his forehead as he shifted his gaze towards Y/N.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked, a smile on his lips. She froze as she trailed her gaze up his frame. She clenched her jaw.
“I need a plus one to my sorority party, event thing, and I was going to see if you wanted to come. I know it’s crazy last minute and it doesn’t give you a lot of time to get ready-”
He took a step towards her, tilted his head to the side, “Are you asking me to be your date?” Ethan asked a teasing smirk on his lips. She held up her finger as she pressed her lips together.
“I think I said, plus one, anyways. Can you wear a suit?” she asked. His eyes widened as he chuckled nervously.
“This requires a suit?” he asked. She nodded desperately. “What do I get in return for being your plus one?” he asked sarcastically.
She met his gaze as she fought the smile forming to her lips, “We’ll see,” she said as she walked backwards back towards her room.
After two hours they were finishing getting ready in the bathroom together. She adjusted the short blue dress on her frame. “I don’t understand how it’s required for you to have a date to this,” he asked as he sprayed his cologne on his neck, then his body.
“We’re supposed to bring someone so we can fill space, look like we are actually fundraising with a huge crowd,” she explained as she ran her fingers through his hair. He nodded a smirk toying to his lips.
“So I’m your trophy husband,” he let out teasingly. She rolled her eyes as she met his gaze, she laughed.
“Sure,” she smiled. He dropped his head slightly as he took a deep breath.
“You know Duker and Mark were also home, you could’ve asked them.”
She scanned his features, admiring his eyes. She always loved his eyes. “You’re my favorite in the house,” she expressed.
“No other reason?” he questioned scanning her features. She bit her bottom lip as she shook her head slowly. “Okay, let’s get going,” he mumbled as he walked backwards towards the door, holding out his hand for her.
All of the boys kept it a secret from Luke, despite talking with him a couple times a week; they kept it to themselves. They weren’t entirely sure what they were trying to keep secret, as Ethan and Y/N were always hot and cold.
One day they would be all over each other, the next they were simply just friends. Today was Luke’s first game against the Red Wings. The boys and Y/N were planning on driving up to Detroit to watch the game. It was also Y/N’s birthday on the same day.
Ethan was laying beside her, carefully watching her sleep. Texting with the other boys to set up a morning birthday surprise. Today was one of the many days where he stayed the night in her room. It was hard keeping it from Luke, but he was starting to fall for her and it was becoming more and more obvious.
They were always together for the last two months, it was safe to say Luke was getting suspicious. She stirred beside him, her eyes slowly opening. “Happy birthday,” Ethan whispered as he rolled to face her. She met his gaze, a small smile formed to her lips as she stretched her body.
“Thank you,” she whispered. Ethan quickly jolted away from the bed, throwing a hoodie over his frame. He hit send on his text and a mere second passed before the other boys in the house busted into the room singing happy birthday.
She quickly jolted up, laughing as she brushed her fingers through her hair. She began laughing as she saw Dylan holding a large plate of birthday cake pancakes. Mark held his phone up as he was recording her reaction. She covered her face with her hands as she was laughing. Her gaze switched towards Ethan who was standing beside the bed.
“-to you!” the boys finished singing as Dylan dramatically holds the large plate in front of her to blow out the candle. She blew out the candle as she shyly covered her face in her hands again.
“I just woke up, should’ve let me shower before you filmed me,” she mumbled as she looked towards Ethan.
“That’s no fun,” he mumbled as he walked towards her, leaning down and puckering his lips. She rolled her eyes playfully before she pecked his lips.
“Thank you guys, this means a lot,” she let out as she looked towards each of the boys, “Please tell me you guys are eating this with me, I can’t finished this,” she said as Dylan handed her the plate.
“We all have forks,” Dylan said as they all pulled forked from their pockets at the same time. Mackie handed Ethan and Y/N forks as well. Ethan placed her lap desk onto the bed and she placed the plate down.
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The drive to Detroit took a lot longer than they had thought, which meant Y/N had to sit on Ethan’s lap a lot longer than expected because there was only seven seats and there was eight of them in total. Ethan didn’t mind, but Y/N was worried that Luke would see her once they all got to the restaurant.
She kept her hand loosely around his neck as he supported her by wrapped his arms around her waist, her feet dangled onto Dylan’s lap. He kept untieing her shoes to mess with her.
“How’s your birthday so far?” Ethan asked as he ran his hands up and down her exposed thigh, slowly, seductively. She turned her head towards him, as she played with the ends of his hair. Her fingertips grazed the skin along his neck.
“It’s been really great,” she mumbled as she leaned towards him, kissing him. After a few seconds Dylan tugged on her foot.
“Will you guys wait till we get home,” Dylan groaned out. Y/N pulled away, a shy smile on her lips as she dropped her head against Ethan’s shoulder. He simply smirked towards Dylan. “What are you guys even doing anyway?” Dylan pressed as he tapped his fingers against the tip of her shoe. Y/N clenched her jaw as she lifted her head from Ethan’s shoulder.
“Just having fun, you should try it sometimes Duker,” she teased. The entire car started laughing at her reply. Dylan rolled his eyes. Mackie parked the car in the parking lot of the giant restaurant. The boys slowly started climbing out of the car one by one.
After Dylan and Rutger climbed out of the car, Y/N slowly climbed off of Ethan’s lap as she manuvered out of the car. Luke and Jack were waiting for them by the front of the restaurant. The whole group of boys were already saying hello to Luke and Jack when Ethan and Y/N finally approached the group.
“Happy birthday, little sis,” Jack expressed as he quickly engulfed her in a hug.
“Thank you,” she said as she slowly pulled away as she turned towards her younger brother. Luke hugged her tightly.
“Happy birthday,” he mumbled as he stared towards Ethan. Ethan was oblivious as he was talking with Jack.
They all walked into the restaurant and were seated immediately as they had called ahead. They got the table at the center of the restaurant. Jack and Luke sat on the opposite ends of the table as Jack wanted to talk to the boys, many of them have looked up to him. Luke sat at the end of the table, across from Ethan and Y/N. It was as if it wasn’t a discussion for Ethan and Y/N to sit beside one another. It completely through Luke off.
Ethan leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Duker has a point,” he pulled away. She turned her head to the side to scan his features. She took a small breath in before she shifted her gaze down towards the menu in front of her.
“What’s everyone thinking?” she asked, picking it up. Ethan looked over her side profile for a few seconds before he reluctantly looked away. His gaze ended up meeting Luke’s furious gaze. Ethan quickly dropped his eye towards the menu.
“Steak from here is really good,” Rutger expressed from the other end of the table. Ethan nodded as he took a small sip of the lemon water in front of him.
“They have spinach dip, you love that,” Y/N observed as she leaned towards Ethan. Luke continued to stare towards them, furiously. Ethan nodded as he absentmindedly reached beneath the table and rested his hand onto her thigh. Luke looked down, watching Ethan. He instantly kicked him. Ethan jolted.
“Dude?!” Ethan let out as he met Luke’s gaze.
“Sorry, my foot fell asleep,” he let out while smiling. Ethan took in a sharp breath as he shifted his gaze back towards the menu. Y/N stared towards Luke with a disgusted look on her face.
“Do you have a problem?” she asked him. Luke pouted his lips as he shook his head. The boys further down the table, looked towards her. “Then stop being an ass,” she whispered before she glanced towards Ethan. Luke rolled his eyes while clenching his jaw.
“What’s the deal with you two?” Luke asked, his eyes widened. He was shocked he even spit out the words. “I mean why were you already in her room in her birthday video this morning?” Luke questioned. Y/N shifted her gaze towards Mark who was several seats away. He shrugged as he looked back down towards the water.
Ethan nervously rested his hand onto her thigh, it was a reflex at this point. “Dude, seriously?” Luke let out as he pointed beneath the table. Ethan huffed, a smile forming to his lips.
“We’re together, okay? Is that the answer all of you want? I know you guys seem to be up our asses about what we’re doing. So fine, you want us to put a label on it?” she glared towards Dylan who was sitting directly across from her, “Ethan and I are dating, happy?” she shifted her gaze towards Luke.
Ethan looked towards her, a small smile on his lips. “We are?” his voice was barely audible. She turned her head to meet his gaze, she smiled excitedly. The entire table erupted into cheers except Luke. Ethan leaned towards her kissing her briefly.
Luke still stared towards Ethan furiously for a few seconds before he took a deep breath. He watched the genuine smile on his sister’s lips. Ethan reluctantly shifted his gaze towards Luke. “I will actually kill you if you hurt her,” Luke let out simply before he shifted his gaze back down towards the menu.
Ethan’s eyes widened, “Got it,” he mumbled before he looked back towards Y/N. “Is that his approval?” he whispered into her ear. She rolled her eyes playfully.
“The best we’re gonna get,” she whispered.
Luke glanced down, noticing Ethan’s hand gliding up and down her thigh. He kicked him again. Ethan huffed slightly as he forced his gaze towards Luke. Slowly lifting his hand away from her frame, showing Luke both his hands as he gripped the menu.
Y/N tilted her head to the side as she stared towards her younger brother. He looked away as if he wasn’t doing anything. She clenched her jaw as she forced a tight lip smile on her lips.
“You never answered my question,” Luke said, meeting Ethan’s gaze. Ethan smiled while laughing.
“What now, Hughesy?” Ethan asked as he shook his head.
“What were y’all doing in her room before the video?” he asked.
“Sleeping! My God Lukey, will you stop?” she said while laughing.
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Good Girl, Bad Girl
A bit later than usual, you walk through the door and enter the living room. It was a little busier than usual today, so you ended up staying a little longer than normal. You toss your bag down on the floor next to the door. You begin to call out but stop yourself when you see your wife on the couch. You also notice another familiar face; she’s invited a friend of hers to come and hang out with the two of you that night.
“Oh hey,” says your wife, excitedly. “We were just talking about you! It was getting a little late, so we were thinking whether we should call you or not.” You apologize for not letting her know, to which she responds, “Hush, now, my love. It’s okay! I promise.” She gives you a kiss on the cheek before skipping back over to the couch. “Come join us! We’re watching a movie!”
She pats a space between her and her friend, into which you settle and begin to snuggle into your wife’s embrace. You notice she’s wearing one of her nicer perfumes, but don’t think too much of it. The movie is nothing special, and you almost begin to fall asleep when you feel a hand gently sliding up your thigh. “Babe,” you tease, “she’s right there. What if she sees?”
“Oh, I think she’ll be just fine.” It takes a second, but you notice that it wasn’t your wife who said that. You turn and see her friend looming over you, her hand drifting ever so slightly up your thigh. “You can’t expect me to behave when you look so tempting like that, can you? I just have to have you.”
You turn to your wife, who gives you a gentle shush and a kiss on too of your head. You know she’ll take care of you if things get too heavy, so you relax into her body. Your legs spread almost by instinct, as if they know to expose the treasure between them.
“Oh, you naughty girl! You think I’ll just give you what you want? No, babe, you have to earn it,” your wife’s friend teases. The stern tone in her voice elicits a quiet whine. “What was that, dear? Are you complaining?” You shake your head in response.
Your wife grabs your hand and squeezes gently. “Let’s take this to somewhere more fitting,” she says gently. Her friend grabs your other hand and pulls you up roughly, almost dragging you towards the bedroom. Her clear eagerness makes you skirt tent noticeably. Suddenly you find yourself pinned to the wall, a hand grabbing the bulge in your skirt. Your wife’s friend kisses you roughly. “You’re gonna be a good girl and give this to me, aren’t you? Give me what I want,” she growls against your lips.
Your wife kisses her on the cheek and grabs your hand, pulling you gently away from the rough need of her friend and guiding you towards the bedroom. “She will. Now come, let’s get situated.” You follow her closely like a timid puppy. When you get to the bedroom, your wife gestures for you to undo the zipper on her dress. You do so, and she lets the dress fall to the floor. Underneath it is just a pair of lace panties. She climbs into the bed, and pats the space between her legs, inviting you to come lay between them. You go to remove your own clothing, a blouse and pencil skirt, but a slap leaves your hands stinging and recoiling. “We’ll take care of that. Get in the bed. Now,” barks your wife’s friend.
You comply and feel your wife’s arms surround you. You let yourself sink into her, almost not noticing the mattress shift as her friend climbs in. Your wife begins to undo the buttons on your blouse, slowly and gently. In the meantime, her friend tugs at the waistband of your skirt. You hear the threads ripping and know you’re going to need to get that repaired. But right now, you let yourself sink into the haze.
With the sound of more fabric tearing, your panties are suddenly gone, exposing your cock, thick and hard with need. You gasp, moaning somewhat as you do. This kind of feral, animalistic desire is new, but you’re enjoying it. Intensely. You look between your legs to find your wife’s friend frantically removing her top. Her bottoms were gone before she got into the bed with you, but you didn’t notice until now. What you do notice, however, are her breasts, smaller, but big enough to fill your hand when you cup them. You reach out to touch them but catch yourself. You forgot to ask permission. As if sensing what you’re about to ask, you hear your wife say, “Go ahead. They’re really nice, aren’t they?” You can only whimper in response, but she knows you agree. You give one breast a gentle squeeze, relishing the feeling of flesh giving way to your grasp. You pinch her nipple between your fingers. You can feel how hard it is in your hand, and moan softly.
Your wife’s friend pulls your hand away from her breast, almost tossing it aside as she slides down your legs. Your hips are suddenly pinned as you feel her mouth on your balls. You moan and involuntarily try to buck your hips, but they’re held firm in her strong grip. You feel your cock being almost swallowed when she takes it into her mouth. You moan loudly, and your wife puts two of her fingers in your mouth. You immediately begin to suck on her fingers, just as her friend is sucking on you: with deep, almost primal need. Your moans are stifled into quieter whines. “Hush, now, baby,” coos your wife behind you, “Isn’t this so good?” You’ve never felt anything like this before, but you can’t help but love it.
After a while, your wife chimes in again over your whines. “Now, now. Don’t be greedy,” your wife chides her friend, gently, “We both know what she really wants. And I think she’s earned it, don’t you?” The pressure between your legs is lifted, but the respite doesn’t last very long. Your wife’s friend climbs up your legs until she’s straddling your hips. You feel her on your cock, wet and hot with desire. She grabs your shaft, lifting her hips up just enough to lower herself back down on you. She places her hands down on your shoulders to steady herself and begins to roll her hips. You wife pulls her fingers from your mouth, and her friend’s lips meet yours in a rough, almost brutish kiss. She’s not in control anymore, having given in completely to her lust and desire.
After what feels like hours, she lets up on her kiss, and you gasp for air before getting lost in the sensation again. You look towards your wife’s friend, and see her eyes are shut tightly, her head tilted down. The intensity of her need is so great that her body won’t let her take in anything else. You feel her clench around you, and her hips shudder, but only briefly let up their roll. As soon as her orgasm is over, her hips bear down on you again, hungrily pulling more pleasure from your body. You hear your wife’s gentle voice behind you, “It’s okay, love. Just let it out. You’re being so good for us.” She wipes your cheek, and you notice that the growing pressure between your legs has begun to overwhelm you to the point of tears. You turn your head to look at her, trying to take comfort in her soft countenance.
Suddenly, though, your gaze is shifted forcefully back to her friend. She’s grabbed your chin and turned your face back towards her. “Did I say you could look away,” she growls. The roll of her hips is unrelenting, and you begin to beg for release. “Please,” you plead, “it’s too much. Please let me cum, Mistress!”
From behind, you hear your wife chide, “Babe, I love your begging. But don’t you think you’re begging the wrong person?” You turn to look at her, a cheeky smile on her face. She’s been in charge this whole time. Directing her friend, grounding you, guiding you both through this whole scenario. “I’m sorry, Miss,” you whine. Tears are still building in your eyes. You’re so desperate, but you still haven’t gotten permission. “Please, I don’t want to be bad,” you cry, “I can’t hold back much longer. Please, Miss, let me be good for you.”
“Oh, but I think you can,” she replies, “and you will. Won’t you, sweetheart?” Tears erupt from your eyes, falling like raindrops down your cheeks. Desperate pleas shout from your lips as the pressure between your legs overtakes you. The effort of containing your orgasm is almost too much to bear, but all you hear from behind you is laughter. You feel another clench around your cock, a shudder in the hips, and almost burst from the intensity of your need. After a length of time that you have no idea of passes, you finally hear your wife say, “Go ahead babe. She asked for you, and I told her she could have you. Give yourself to her. Your lust, your need, share it for me.” A dam bursts between your legs, and your cum pours out of you like a river as you finally allow the orgasm to overtake you.
Your wife’s friend pulls your body tightly into hers. You feel her breasts pushing against her chest, her arms squeezing you, and your cum leaking out onto your balls as more continues to jet its way from your cock. You feel more clenching, as if her body was aching to pull as much of your cum as deeply into her as possible. You bite into the skin where her shoulder meets her neck, screaming from the strength of your orgasm.
When the aftershocks begin to fade, you fall against your wife, and her friend falls on you in turn. “Good girls,” you hear, “that was so good to watch! We’re gonna have quite a mess to clean up here, though. Can you two walk to the guest room?” You feel the weight on you lessen as your wife’s friend stands up. A huge glob of your cum falls from between her legs onto the bed, mixing with the puddle already there. “On second thought,” your wife giggles, “head to the shower. I’ll be there in a minute to help you clean.” With gelatin legs, you make your way to the bathroom, leaning heavily on the wall for support. You and your wife’s friend sit on the edge of the tub as soon as you get there, giggling as you look upon each other in shambles. After a while, your wife walks in, and chides playfully, “Who said you could cum that much?! Those sheets are completely ruined.” You offer a weak apology, which she dismisses as she starts a bath. “Alright, in. Both of you.” Your wife’s friend enters the bath first, and you snuggle up against her afterwards. The rest of the night passes in a blur, and you fall asleep in the arms of your new partner, your wife cradling the both of you.
Before sleep overtakes you, the last thing you hear is your wife cooing, “That’s my good girls.”
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Hi I really love your work and saw that you were taking prompts from that list!
I qas wondering l'd you could do Logan Sargeant and Prompt 16 of either a college/high school au or something along the lines of a high school reunion.
And good luck with Uni!!
016. behind the school's gymnasium w/ LS2.
— part of a series of drabbles! <3
homecoming was a big deal in your high school and your friends had all been looking forward to the big celebration that the school would host. as the head cheerleader, you would be responsible for the cheer team's performance. school and responsibilities had all been too much for you recently and that's where logan found you. curled up behind the gym in the fetal position.
logan didn't really know you. the head cheerleader didn't really mingle with the others. you had your own friendship group and he had his, but, he knew who you were. everyone did.
he hesitated, he didn’t know if he should approach you or get someone else to. maybe he could find one of your friends? he could see the obvious distress on your face and he couldn’t just leave you. slowly, he made his way over to you.
“hey.” he started, voice quiet, careful not to startle you. “are you okay?”
you flinched at the sound of his voice, you didn’t know anybody would be back here and you’re confused on how you hadn’t noticed him. you struggled to compose yourself as you saw the pity in his eyes.
“it’s nothing.” you wipe at your eyes, cursing yourself when you remember the mascara you were wearing. you pull out a mirror from your pocket and attempt to fix it. he takes a tentative seat, not too close but close enough.
“it doesn’t seem like nothing.” logan says, smoothing his hands on his jeans. “i mean, i know we’re not necessarily close or anything but you can tell me if something’s going on. my friends say i’m a good listener? if that helps.”
you glance up at logan, surprised by his offer of support. despite feeling a bit hesitant to confide in someone you barely know, you appreciate his kindness. with a sigh, you close the compact mirror and slip it back into your pocket.
"it's just... everything," you admit, your voice shaky. "between school, cheerleading, and... personal stuff, it's like i'm drowning. i'm supposed to have it all together, you know? but lately, it's like i can barely keep my head above water."
logan nods sympathetically, his expression understanding. he shifts a bit closer, offering you a comforting presence without intruding on your space.
“i get that,” he says softly. “it’s tough when it feels like everyone expects so much from you. but it’s okay to not have it all together all the time. you’re allowed to feel overwhelmed. and hey, if you need someone to talk to, i’m here. even if we’re not close. sometimes it helps to talk to someone outside your usual circle.”
you study logan for a moment, seeing sincerity in his eyes. it's a strange feeling, opening up to someone you've barely spoken to before, but there's a sense of relief in sharing your burdens.
"thanks," you say, offering a small, grateful smile. "i guess i just needed someone to listen. it's hard to admit when things aren't okay, you know?"
logan nods, a gentle understanding in his expression. "yeah, i get it. not to sound like one of those cheesy mental health posters but, it's okay to not be okay sometimes. and you don't have to go through it alone."
you laugh and he smiles at you.
“thanks logan.” you say softly, voice barely above a whisper. his eyes widen. you knew who he was? “for listening and, well, just being here.”
logan’s gaze softens. there is a brief moment between the two of you, but it’s over before you can say anything.
“anytime,” he smiles, his voice warm. “i’m just glad i could be here for you.”
as you bask in the warmth of logan's smile, a sudden realization dawns upon you. you've seen logan around before, noticed him in passing, but you never really took the time to acknowledge him. yet here he is, offering you kindness and understanding without hesitation.
"i've seen you around," you admit, a hint of sheepishness colouring your cheeks. "i just never... you know, said anything."
logan's eyes widen in surprise again, but a soft smile plays at the corners of his lips. "well, i'm glad you did today," he replies, his voice filled with sincerity. "and hey, anytime you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. and it’s apparently behind the gym.”
you laugh as the weight of the moment lifts, you find yourself feeling grateful for logan's unexpected presence and the newfound connection between you.
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author’s note: i accidentally posted before i finished !! so i had to resend ur prompt i’m so sorry @lokideservesahug <33 thank u sm for enjoying my works and i hope u like this!!! i also know fuck all about american schools so this is my formal apology to all of my american followers.
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It’s Okay to Cry
CG!Husk, CG!Fat Nuggets, and Regressor!Angel
Plot: Angel has been crying nonstop, and Husk doesn’t know why.
Request by @yourneurodivergentlady
Heavily inspired and based on “The Crying Dame” from The Loud House
“It’s Okay to Cry” belongs to Barney and Friends
Husk looked at his phone to check the time as he held Angel in his arms. The spider regressed to a headspace equivalent of a newborn and had been crying for about two hours. Husk didn’t know why or what had gotten Angel so upset. The caregiver tried everything to stop his tears. Angel didn’t need a change, he wasn’t sick, and he wasn’t hungry. Husk tried putting Angel down for a nap, but that was also unsuccessful since he wasn’t tired either. Fat Nuggets tried cheering the little spider with his comfort items (Angel’s Rainbow Puppy and Twinkle stuffies and favorite Blue’s Clues paci), but to no avail.
“I know, today’s just not a good day, is it?” Husk comforted in a soft, hushed tone as he rocked Angel from side to side.
Husk put Angel down on his bed to text Charlie for advice. Angel instantly bawled louder because of this.
“It’s okay, Legs. I just gotta text Charlie,” Husk said as Fat Nuggets climbed on the bed and walked over to Angel, nuzzling his cheek to calm him down. “She’ll help us understand why you’re feeling sad.”
Husk then texted Charlie on his phone.
Husk: “Hey, Charlie, I need help.”
Charlie: “Sure thing, I’m on my way.”
The winged cat sighed with relief as he put his phone away. He picked Angel back up and gave him a gentle bounce. A few minutes later, Charlie arrived.
“What’s going on?” Charlie asked.
“Do you know how to get littles to stop crying?” Husk questioned. “Fat Nuggets and I’ve tried everything for Angel and nothing’s working.”
Charlie scratched her chin as she thought long and hard about Husk’s question.
“How long has Angel been crying for?”
“Two hours,” Husk replied. “I just… I don’t know. I feel like I’m doing something wrong here.”
“No, no, it’s not that at all,” Charlie reassured Husk as she put her hand on his shoulder. “You and Fat Nuggets are doing a good job taking care of Angel while he’s little. I think it’s because littles who regress to an infantile headspace are similar to actual babies. Sometimes, babies cry for no reason, no matter what we do to soothe them.”
“So, what should we do?”
“Just let Angel cry it out and continue comforting him for as long as he needs it. No matter what age, we all need a good cry every now and then. I promise you, it’s nothing that you’ve done.”
Husk smiled a bit as Charlie rubbed the still-wailing spider’s back and walked out of the cat’s room. The caregiver then carried Angel to his rocking chair and sat down.
“You hear that, kiddo? We all need a good cry sometimes, and you know what? It’s perfectly okay to cry,” Husk said as he began slowly rocking Angel in his arms. “Just let it out. I’m right here, and so is Fat Nuggets. We’re gonna be here for you, no matter what.”
Fat Nuggets walked over to the rocking chair and climbed onto Angel’s lap to join in comforting him. Husk cleared his throat and began to sing.
When you feel a tear in your eye,
it usually means you want to cry,
So if you've hurt and it hurts real bad
Or if you have feelings that are making you sad,
Then it's okay, it's okay to cry.
‘Cause I know that when I'm done crying,
I can talk about what's bothering me
And though my face gets wetter,
I feel much better
If I talk about what's bothering me.
Crying is nature's way
Of helping bad feelings go away.
So if you've been hurt or are feeling bad,
Whether you're a kid or a mom or a dad,
It's okay, it’s okay to cry.
‘Cause I know that when I'm done crying,
I can talk about what's bothering me
And though my face gets wetter,
I feel much better
If I talk about what's bothering me.
Yes, that works for me.
Angel sniffled after the song, his cries subsiding to whines and whimpers.
“Shh, it’s okay, kiddo. You’re gonna be okay,” Husk smiled softly and continued rocking the spider until he felt better.
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your lil reminder in inbox to write a 3racha fic with chan…yk which one i’m talking abbb 🫠🫠🫠
keep this in your inbox cause i find that if it’s in my inbox i do not forget ab it 🫡
Sleep, or else.
Words: 1452
Note: The pictures are glitching idk why :(
T/w: Chan works a lot, rough babies
Lee: Channie
Ler(s): Changbin, Jisung
Chan yawned softly under the dimly lit studio, gripping his bottle tightly as his fingers refused to tap against the keyboard, fingertips pressed gently against the keys. Veins popped out of his hands that refused to work, dragging himself to stare at the bright screen that flashed back at him. Stealing a glance at the clock, he was hit with the realisation that it was two in the morning. He shook his head, trying to wear off the tiredness that stuck with him like a shadow; it didn’t work.
“Hyung-ah?” He heard a soft, timid voice call from behind him, making him practically jump awake in his chair. Snapping his head quickly to the source of the sound, he saw two figures, a sleepy Changbin and Jisung. With a wave of a hand he ushered the two boys over, they look like they haven’t slept in weeks; poor things. The leader placed a gentle kiss on the top of their heads, not minding if a dust from their held pillows got into his hair. The duo whined under the kisses, tugging at the hands of the oldest that were glued to the keyboard.
“What’s wrong? It’s quite late, why haven’t you slept?” Chan whispered softly like a breeze through the night sky, dawn cracking through the dark clouds that refused to let light shine through just yet. The younger two were silent for a moment, trying to figure out what words to let loose of their tongue. Chan frowned, rubbing their backs soothingly in an attempt to coax the answer out of them with a smile.
“Well…you haven’t slept yet hyung, we’re worried about you.” Changbin paused for a moment, as if embarrassed that they were up at such a late time out of stress for their leader. Heaving a sigh, Chan shook his head, denying any sort of sleep until his work was done. He had to, he promised to himself that this album would be finished by dawn, by hook or by crook. The younger duo pouted, instantly tackling their leader without an ounce of regret when they didn’t get their way; what a bunch of spoiled brats.
“H-Hey! What’s the big IDEA-!” The oldest shrieked when his arms were ripped above his head, nicely stretching out his taut body in the courtesy of Changbin. His hands were held way higher than he wanted them to be, revealing a part of his tummy that made him squeal in embarrassment. Staring up at Changbin pleadingly, he silently begged to be let go, but only earned a small smile in turn.
“We’re going to make you sleep. Last chance hyung, yes or no?” Jisung warned slowly, hands poised right in front of the oldest outstretched sides, making him squeal and try to kick away; it didn’t work very well being against a chair with his hands high up. Shaking his head, he denied sleep, quite the bad move on his part of the chess board being cornered two to one. Tutting in utter disappointment, Han spared no mercy as his nimble fingers dug harshly into Channie’s sides, grabbing the smooth skin to rapidly squeeze at it. Chris let out a shriek loud enough to wake up the dorms, save for them being at the studio.
“HAHAHAHAH! NOHOT THE SIDES! EHEHEHEHAHAH!” Chan was sent into a bout of squeaky cackles in an instant, pulling at his hands that were frustratingly held up by Changbin, just why did he have to be the strongest member? Binnie had zero struggle keeping Channie in place, simply offering to admire the dimpled and cute smile on Chan’s face that they swore could cure depression. Jisung giggled softly, not letting up in the slightest as he kept up with his rough squeezing.
“Yes the sides! Why not the sides? Is Channie too ticklish? Is Channie too ticklish of a baby to handle it? Is Channie a ticklish baby willing to go to bed now?” The ace had zero mercy for the struggling leader under his grasp, cooing over him as if he was the tiniest baby in the world, switching to skittering his nails up and down the oldest sides to earn a shriek or two. The leader’s face was no doubt a bright red from the childish teasing that he was receiving, hysterics flowing out of him like a waterfall. He really couldn’t handle what he dished out, could he?
“NOHOHOT A BAHAHAHABY! GUHUHUHUYS PLEHEEHAHAHAHA!” Chris squealed out in desperation, only to feel a third hand tapping on the slit of skin showing on his stomach. He begged, twisted, babbled all he could for Changbin to spare him what mercy he could, knowing that Binnie was less ruthless than Jisung for all in this situation. Alas, they were just as needy for Chan to sleep, a finger worming its way into his navel before it dug all around. Meanwhile, the dwaekki didn’t have to put up a fight by using a singular hand to keep both of Chan’s high up, smiling down innocently like they weren’t tearing him apart.
“Not a baby? But look who’s laughing so cutely for us, look who’s being a little baby in denial of their bed time…still want to say no?” Jisung’s breath ghosted over Chris’s ear, earning a high pitched squeak throughout his cackles. He could barely move pressed up against the chair, only able to arch his back; he crashed back down after leaning more into Changbin’s finger. The squeezing and skittering all over his hypersensitive sides were more than unbearable, paired with the baby talking that made him feel like he would die here of embarrassment.
“EHEHEHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHANGBIN PLEASE! GUHUHUHUYS!” Poor Channie had nowhere to go, lest he took the option to give up. However, his stubborn side refused to let the duo prevail, screaming out faux pleads of mercy as he thrashed furiously under the gentle and rough tickles that tore him apart simultaneously, his mind turning into a puddle with electric shocks. Neither of them listened to his whines and begging, keeping up with the torture of wanting sleep without an end in sight.
“Yes hyung? Is that sleep calling us?” Changbin muttered, still swirling his finger gently around in Chan’s belly button that drove him absolutely crazy, his other hand pinning those pesky arms right above the leader’s head. Although kinder than the quokka, the dwaekki was no doubt ruthless as well, his strength being a major weakness to each member respectively. They both groaned when another scream of denial tore from Chan’s throat, just why was he such a workaholic? They could sense he was reaching his limit, exchanging evil glances with each other in what Chris thought was the most mischievous telepathy he had seen.
“EHAHAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY!” Chan begged when his hands were let go off, but there was no room for relief when Changbin settled for his poor, sensitive hips, drilling mercilessly into the dips of them. The ace kept up with rapid squeezes to his sides, making the oldest howl in laughter. Bent over in his seat to try and cope with the overwhelming tickles, he finally gave in, tears of mirth slipping down his cheeks in ticklish agony. His hair flew over his crinkled eyes, a toothy smile on his face that softened them up.
“I knew that would work, I’m a genius!” Jisung boasted as their fingers came to a still stop, Changbin sighing in feigned disbelief as he shut down Chan’s computer for the night, or whatever was left of it. Slumping over, the leader panted for air, his neck and ears coated in a cherry red at the taste of his own medicine, who knew his members could be so ruthless?
“That’s because that’s how you’re treated. Now let’s get hyung to bed.” Changbin retorted back with a hint of a small smile on his own, earning a flustered squeak from Han. The rapper lifted up the tired leader into his arms with ease, ignoring the consistent whining and pout that he gained from it. Jisung bolted ahead of them, settling down what looked like a cartoon; the room was filled with pillows and plushies all over the floor, blankets settled in a corner for them.
“Thahahank you guhuhuhys…” Chan slurred in all his exhaustion, falling into the cuddle pile between his producing buddies. Arms wrapped around him in all the warmth he could possibly ask for to heat up his icy heart from working for so long, basking in the affection he was receiving. His eyes drooped along with the other two, earning hums of contentment in response as all three of them got the break they deserved.
“But don’t think I won’t have my revenge…”
#..?#stray kids tickle#skz tickle#kpop tickle#ler changbin#ler jisung#ler han#lee channie#lee chan#yay
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💕Competing for Eddie’s attention💕
You and your best friend were playing truth or dare when you discovered you both have the same crush. Eddie Munson. Yes, he’s the resident school “freak” and D&D nerd but he’s also the guy you buy weed from. And he’s so different outside of the confines of Hawkins High. He can give you butterflies with just a look and loves to flirt with you when you’re alone in his room to pick up. There was even the time when you were hugging him goodbye and he held you a little too long and you swear you felt something throbbing in his pants.
So when you and Sasha call Eddie to come drop off some weed at your place, you come up with a little wager. “So when he gets here we’ll let him decide right? And whoever he picks, we won’t get upset. Deal?” You ask. “Deal.” Sasha responds. You smile knowing you’re going to win. There’s no way Eddie likes anyone else at school as much as he likes you.
“Wow your house is really nice y/n.” Eddie says as he follows you to your bedroom. “Thanks Eddie. I can’t believe I’ve never had you over before to watch a movie or something.” You say flirtasouly as your hand reaches for your bedroom door. Eddie nods slowly as his eyes take in your body in front of him. “Y-yeah.” He says, his voice sounding a little distracted, “I’d like that.” His eyes are still on your hips when you push through the door and smile at Sasha. “You know Sasha right Eddie?”
If Eddie is caught off guard seeing someone else in your room, he doesn’t show it. “Oh yeah, hey Sash.” He smiles a dimpley smile at her. You furrow a brow as you watch him look her over also. “I should’ve known the two prettiest girls at Hawkins would be friends.” Sasha giggles and you hold back the flames rising in your throat as you give him a tight lipped smile. “Yep. Me and Sasha are super close. We’re having a little slumber party tonight so…” you brush past Eddie, letting your hand graze his forearm, “that’s why we need something to get the party going.” You grab a $20 bill from your desk and walk back to hand it to him. Eddie reaches into the pocket of his tight jeans and pulls out a baggie full of green. “I could pay you with this…” you start, looking over your shoulder at Sasha, giving her a wink and nudging her to come stand next to you. “Or… you can pick who you think is hottest and whoever wins will…” you turn to Sasha and lean in to whisper in her ear, never breaking eye contact with Eddie, who’s starting to sweat.
Sasha nods to you and you both giggle. “Whoever wins will suck your dick. That should be worth at least $20 right?” Eddie’s mouth is hanging open as he stares at the 2 of you. “Wait-what?” He asks. “You guys want to…?”
“We’re dying to.” You smile at him. “So? Who will it be?” He looks into your eyes for an extra second, internally panicking, wondering if he’s being tricked in some way. He looks back and forth between the 2 of you and lets out an “uhhhh….” as he contemplates.
“Maybe this will help you decide.” You say as you pull your T-shirt over your head, leaving you in your white, unlined lace bra. Perked nipples pushing up against the fabric. Sasha follows suit, her tanned skin contrasted with a red bra. Eddie lets out a soft “fuck.” as he takes in the 4 boobs in front of him but he still can’t decide. He wants to pick you, he really does but he doesn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. And it’s not that he’s not attracted to Sasha. You’re both insanely hot. But he just likes you more. This is too hard. And he’s also getting too hard. Things like this only happen when he’s alone in his room, eyes closed and his hand pumping his hard cock while impossible fantasies play in his head. But this isn’t a fantasy. It’s real.
He puts a hand on each of your hips, his calloused fingertips rubbing the soft skin. He looks at Sasha, stares at her lips and leans forward, letting his lips meet hers. You instantly deflate and can’t help the brow furrowing pouty expression forming on your face. But Eddie pulls away from her and looks over at you. His bedroom eyes and goofy smirk not doing much to simmer the raging wildfire of jealousy you’re feeling. Until he leans into you and kisses you also. You hear a distant scoff from Sasha but your brain doesn’t comprehend it. All you can focus on is Eddie’s soft lips and the tip of his nose brushing yours. The hand resting on your hip squeezes softly as he pulls back and looks into your eyes. You can’t hide the disappointment on your face, glaring at him.
He chuckles at your cute irritated face and leans close to your ear and whispers “Of course I choose you princess but why don’t we have a little fun with your friend first?”
Like for a part 2 so I know there’s interest! Thanks for reading 💕
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x y/n#eddie x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie munson smut
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plsss i need a continuation of that quickie with !09 ghost fic 😭 like i need angst, ghost immediately ignoring reader after getting caught out of sheer embarrassment and a need to “protect” reader from himself I NEED IT
jk its up to u if u want to write it, its okay if not 👨🦲
oh my god yes ! i see this ! thanks for the idea love ! press the button for the angsty (no comfort ……..) sequel to this fic ! ><
roach stood there in the doorstep, the usb stick almost falling out of his hand because of how much his fingers were starting to shake. his brain refused to take in the fact that he had caught his lieutenant and a fellow sergeant basically doing the deed when they were supposed to be working. his head went dizzy and he looked down in shame, cheeks lighting up with a bright shade of pink — though nobody could see that because he pulled his mask up.
simon looked at you in the eyes, shaking his head in disappointment. you two stayed like that for a few seconds, his pants pulled down to the middle of his thighs and you just pressed against the wall. you could feel him grip your hips a little tighter, his touch becoming a little shaky as he eventually set you down to the floor, your back sliding along the rough wooden wall.
you didn’t know what to think of the situation. why was simon shaking his head like you were the only one guilty in performing this little stunt? why was the look in his eyes so full of disappointment and not guilt or embarrassment? it was like this whole thing didn’t even faze him at all — it had the same effect as a knife being stabbed right into your heart, and just for some more dramatic outcome, even twisted two or three times.
the shaking sergeant’s boots made a small little sound as he turned around and quickly walked down the stairs in silence. great. ghost quickly pulled up his pants, buckling his belt as fast as he could and zipping his gray wool pullover as quick as possible. he seemed mad and angry but you couldn’t really get why it was all directed towards you. yeah, sure, you’re neck deep in this pile of shit as well but it takes two people to kiss! and it takes two to have sex! and it takes three to get caught!
“we’re fucked..” you muttered under your breath, not exactly knowing what to do right now. you wanted to ease the tension somehow but the air was thick and warm and it was suffocating because of the weight it put on your shoulders.
“only you are.” he said lowly.
“great pun. what now-“
“it was not a pun.” he hissed. then why would you be the only one who’s in the mud right now? you looked at him with a confused expression on your face, the traces of your previously apparent dark red blush slowly fading away as your body temperature was finally cooling. it was a quick switch.. “you’re gonna be the one stuck with the title lieutenant-fucker.”
“oh come on. sanderson’s probably not going to talk for like a week now anyways. and it’s not like he’s going to tell on you, he’s practically your little brother, no-“
silence struck the rotten room once simon’s radio went off, a few slurred words and some incredibly deafening static echoing from the walkie talkie. it sounded like roach was on the other end of the line (who else would it be?) and just like you predicted, he was struggling to form his sentences, brain fuzzy as he was desperately asking for help through half-words. you managed to catch a word about general shepherd, your brain immediately ‘sobering’ up — the mission was still very much going. it did not end. you were the only one that was stuck on this point of getting caught in the middle of some quickie.
and without saying a word, ghost was already running down the stairs with his rifle in his hand, leaving you behind like you weren’t just as important (according to ranks..) as sanderson was.
it seems like that day became thin air to your lieutenant.
#call of duty#cod#ghost x you#simon ghost riley x reader#09 ghost#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#simon riley#roach cod#gary roach sanderson
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Unrequited
Ellie Williams X Abby Anderson
SYNOPSIS: Ellie and Abby hate each other, and all of Jackson knows it. But when Ellie has a dream about the blonde one night, she suddenly starts to feel things that are not exactly hate... and Ellie does not like it.
WARNINGS: Swearing, Everybody Lives AU, loser!ellie, no real warnings its SFW
DIVIDERS MADE BY @cafekitsune
for @olliesasimplething who always encourages me to keep writing. my biggest supporter
It was a cold day in winter when they first met 3 years ago. One of the worst blizzards to ever come about Jackson was upon the city and two patrol groups were stranded in the snow. Teton County, and Elk Creek became a maze of white and ice, and the creek group took shelter within an abandoned library, while the other group was forced to keep moving…
Infected were swarming the massive office warehouse building near the lodge on the Teton County trail, and the two assigned to the route before the sun came up were able to spot what was happening. A young woman, no more than 24, tackled by a runner into the snow, struggling to keep its gnashing teeth away from her but failing due to clear exhaustion.
Joel reacted first. His revolver pressed into the runner’s face, and he fired a quick round, reaching down and shouting at the blonde to give him his hand. She was disoriented, shaking, but otherwise unharmed as she stood on her feet.
“We’re gonna have to run!” Joel warned as his brother, Tommy, laid down the cover fire that was needed to escape. The blonde went along with the two men wordlessly, and it seemed that she was just as desperate to escape as they were. No questions were asked as they ran throughout the entire building, deflecting attacks and fighting off the infected that just seemed to never, ever, ever end.
The group made it to the lodge where two horses were, but the infected just kept coming. Very slowly, Tommy reached out to get the woman’s attention. Her heart was racing and her pupils were dilated, barely able to focus on what was what.
“Hey, I’m Tommy, and that’s Joel,” Her eyes flittered between the two and she shared a moment of centering herself. Almost like her ears were still ringing from the gunshot. “What’s your name?”
“Abby,” She stated, out of breath as her hands trembled on the gun with every bang against the door that was just barricaded shut. Tommy asked her if she was okay, and she barely agreed as she took a step back, almost like she was preparing for the door to come down at any second.
The two brothers seemed to have different ideas about what to do. Joel wanted to get out of here, but Tommy was adamant that staying put was the best option due to the horses being with them and they would not outrun the blizzard.
Abby was quick to offer a solution. “My friends! My friends are at a mansion just north of here; It’s fenced in, we have the whole perimeter secure.”
Joel looked towards his brother and nodded. “It’s the Baldwin place. That could work.”
“I’ll get the door!” Tommy rushed to the front door and began to untie the horses while Joel put his pistol down.
“You ride with me, come on!” Joel told Abby who was quick to agree, following close behind him like her life depended on it; and it, in fact, did depend on it. Without these two, she would be deader than dead. As soon as she was close to Joel, she grabbed his hand and he lifted her onto the saddle behind him.
In seconds, they were gone.
All Ellie needed to hear was that Tommy and Joel never showed up to the lookout point. In mere seconds, she was out the door on Shimmer to find him in the snow, regardless of the blizzard state outside. She split up from the group, covering the entire Teton County trail in a few hours.
“Joel! Tommy!” Ellie shrieked over the howling wind, desperate to find the two most important people in her life. Shimmer ran through the snow quickly, her rider frantically searching the area and coming to a halt when she saw the dead infected at the gate of the Baldwin place… Her stomach dropped and she immediately dismounted from her horse, tying Shimmer up to a tree out of the direct sight line as she made her way down the hill.
Ellie knew the Teton County trail and she’s been to the mansion before. She knew how to get in the back way. Her legs wobbled in terror as she slunk down through the hole in the fence and jumped the railing to get inside. “Joel? Tommy?”
Her voice seemed to reach on deaf ears as she came in through… an open sliding glass door? Something about this felt far too eerie. Ellie’s fear was at an all-time high as she moved through the mansion, looking for something… anything…
The sounds of voices had her jumping as she pulled out her pistol and followed them. Those voices could belong to anybody, and trespassers were always a problem, but Jackson’s policy wasn’t to shoot first, it was to see if they would shoot first… Ellie breathed slowly and followed the voices, down a large staircase to a door that led to a basement.
Laughter echoed in the room and Ellie gulped, grabbing the door handle and slowly pushing the wood out of her way. She was not expecting the number of people inside of this room and before Ellie could even blink, she had at least four guns pointed at her face.
“Hey, hey, put your fucking gun down!” Ellie shouted, not giving one shit that she was outnumbered as she lifted the pistol and stepped inside of the room. “Back up! What the fuck are you—”
“Ellie!” The voice rang in her ears as Ellie looked up and almost immediately, her fears were quenched. Joel ran right up to her and immediately put his hand on her pistol. “Ellie, calm down, it’s alright. They ain’t dangerous—”
Ellie didn’t even care about the crowd as she immediately wrapped her arms around the man and let out a breath of relief. Joel stumbled back and wrapped his arms around her, pushing his nose into the top of her head and scratching her face somewhat with his beard. “C’mon now, what’s this all about?”
A moment passed before Ellie stepped back and immediately shoved him with her hands, making him stumble back yet again. “You fuckin’ dick, don’t scare me like that!”
“Could- could you put the gun down, Ellie?” Joel said, holding out a hand and the girl sighed with a slight growl, tucking the gun back into the waistband of her jeans and putting her hands on her knees. She was covered in snow and her nose was red from how long she had been traversing the landscape looking for him and his brother. “Here, there’s a fire in this room, alright? C’mon.”
The others in the room seemed to be relaxing at the girl’s presence as Ellie stepped in time with Joel, going to the other room. “Who are these guys?”
“They’re just passin’ through Wyoming, trynna get back to Washington… We came across one of ‘em in the snow ‘bout 2 hours ago? She was getting’ swarmed by infected near the lodge,” Joel explained what happened and why they had to hunker down and wait out the storm. Tommy was sitting by the fire and Ellie let out a sigh of relief at seeing him, crouching down next to the blonde man and whacking him in the shoulder.
“Hey! Respect yer elders, girl!” Tommy joked, making Ellie chuckle before she sat down on her knees and put both hands on the warm ground near the little firepit. “Ellie, this here’s Abby. She helped us get outta the storm.”
Ellie was confused who he was talking about but she heard heavy boots fall in front of her and she looked up to see a blonde that was at least half a foot taller than her, long hair in a braid going down her shoulder as she knelt down next to the fire across from her.
“Hey,” Abby said, looking at the girl for a bit too long before she looked over her shoulder at where Joel went, seeing him talk to a man with reddish-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. “See those two got along almost immediately?”
“Well, yer dad’s easy to like,” Tommy shrugged his shoulders. Ellie watched Joel converse with who was apparently Abby’s father, seeing them talk away from the group a little and try to keep things hush. Ellie had a suspicion of what he was declaring…
That was over 3 years ago. The rest would be history. Joel said that if they didn’t find what they were looking for in Seattle, they were welcome to come back to Jackson. Half a year passed by, and just as spring was coming to an end for summer to roll in, the group reappeared at the gates in front of Jackson, minus a few people… It seemed that Jordan, Leah, and Nick didn’t make it back with them.
It was almost too easy for them to integrate into the life of Jackson as Joel vouched they were good people and they were offered a place to stay. At first, Ellie was indifferent to Abby and the rest of the group… but that began to wear thin.
Abby was quickly becoming a pain in the ass. Whenever they were paired together for patrol, which happened quite often, Abby insisted searching everywhere and anywhere possible, causing more trouble than was needed and nearly getting them killed on several occasions.
And it didn’t take long for Abby to break Ellie’s record of the amount of infected killed on a patrol. It didn’t matter what either of them did, everything felt like a competition, and Ellie was losing. She hated losing.
It was the night after a particularly hostile patrol, and Ellie was sporting a brand new set of stitches on her cheekbone and two splints on her left ring and pinky finger while sitting at the bar in the Tipsy Bison. Dina was sitting next to her, going on about something that Ellie just wasn’t paying attention to, but then she flinched at hearing the door open. Ellie didn’t need to look to see who it was.
Abby’s right arm was in a sling for a few days thanks to an infected knocking her onto the ground and having her roll down a hill into a riverbed. Ellie laughed at first, but she knew that Abby needed her to save her sorry ass, so she was quick to join her at the bottom of the hill.
She was so busy worrying about the runner that she didn’t hear the clicker approaching and before she could defend herself, the infected knocked her down onto the ground, her fingers breaking under her body and her face slicing against a very sharp stone in the dirt.
Everything was fucked, and Ellie was pissed off, but Abby was just as equally pissed as she approached the bar and slammed her left hand down onto the counter. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“I’m not the idiot that went into that trailer—”
“You’re such an asshole,” Abby grabbed Ellie by the front of her shirt and lifted her off the barstool. “You stood there and laughed at that runner taking me down!”
Ellie shoved her hands into Abby’s chest, a hand getting too close to her dislocated shoulder and making her grunt in pain. Ellie could have cared less. “Stop acting like you’re fucking invincible, you dense cunt! You could have gotten both of us killed!”
“And I could have been bit,” Abby got near Ellie’s face, close enough for the redhead to smell her pine scented soap that she used. Ellie tried not to inhale, finding that she detested the smell now more than ever before. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Guys, can we just calm down?” Dina stood up, stepping between both of them and Ellie scoffed. Abby could see blood dripping down her cheek and sliding into the collar of her black t-shirt, her adrenaline rushing and opening her wound back up. Her heart raced as she picked up the glass of whiskey and downed it in almost two seconds. Abby tried not to flinch at seeing the ugly bruises on her splinted fingers.
“I may fuckin’ hate you,” Ellie snapped. “But that doesn’t mean I wanna see you dead, Anderson.”
With that being said, Ellie left the bar and went straight home, leaving Abby to be her brooding self inside of the building. The entire walk home, Ellie wanted to tear her hair out. How can one human be so damn infuriating?! Ellie can’t remember the last time a person had pissed her off so badly. Her heart was racing, and she felt nauseous… or maybe that was just the whiskey in her system.
In her haste to get inside of her home, she didn’t even acknowledge Joel on his back porch, Jerry sitting next to him on a chair and both of them bonding over the coffee they recently got through a trade. Joel tried to say hi, but she ignored him and slammed her door.
Ellie slammed her hand against the wall, and immediately groaned in pain at her broken fingers throbbing under the skin. Her blood was boiling and dripping from the wound on her cheek. Everything felt overwhelming and she had to calm down somehow. Her heart felt like it was trying to escape from her chest.
After a very short shower, she replaced the bandages on her cheek and changed into a different set of clothes not covered in her sweat. After getting her shit rocked today, Maria agreed to give her a few days off to recuperate from having her bones broken. Ellie could sleep in… And forget about bitches named Abby.
It was well into the night and Ellie had been tossing and turning through her entire dream. Turning onto her left side, she curled both hands into her chest and muttered something under her breath; something she would have slapped herself for saying if she was conscious… “Abby…”
The sensation of rough, calloused hands across her cheeks had Ellie’s eyes fluttering in an embarrassingly lovesick manner. The strong palms on her face slid up, a thumb swiping over her lower lip as Ellie reached up, her own rough-skinned hands sliding over massive biceps to rest on broad, freckled shoulders.
The blonde braid was unmistakable, and Ellie leaned ever closer to her, feeling the heat of her body against Ellie’s own and trembling in the blonde’s grasp. Oh, the scent of pine filled her nose, and she reveled in the pleasure that coursed through her entire being.
“We’ll take things slow, yeah?” That melodic, heavenly voice that stroked along her brain and sent shivers all over her nerves. Ellie sighed, almost like she couldn’t get enough of this, and leaned forward. Her hands went higher, one curling around the base of her braid and pulling her down a little more, but she stopped Ellie with a palm on her chest. Ellie’s heart quickened.
“Abby,” Ellie begged. Abby chuckled, and she leaned forward slowly… Her lips got so close, and Ellie swore she could feel the heat of Abby’s breath on her face. She was so close… so close that Ellie could practically taste her on her tongue—
Ellie let out a loud gasp and jolted upward from the bed. Her body glistened in the moonlight pouring from the window and she grabbed at her chest over her shirt with her good hand. Everything felt like it was buzzing and Ellie couldn’t calm her heart down.
“What the fuck did I just—” Ellie’s thoughts went to her dream, and lingered on Abby… Where she once saw annoyance, Ellie found herself BLUSHING! She remembers the way Abby once grabbed her hip to keep her from falling. She remembers that time Abby patched up her leg when she got hurt. She remembers the way Abby winked at her once a long time ago…
Ellie remembers the dream, and suddenly…. Abby was the one thing on her mind. She tried to think of anything else, but the sound of Abby’s breathing in her head refused to escape and she found herself wondering what she would look like in such an intimate moment…
A pure whine of pitiful defeat, and a little annoyance, tore through the air and Ellie simply covered her face with the pillow, screaming and wishing that she was now dead. What was once in her mind of Abby— all the hatred and disgust for her existence? Ellie couldn’t get the image of her hands caressing her face out of her mind.
If she closed her eyes again and brushed the spot where dream-Abby touched her cheekbone, her entire face would glow with a blush again and it felt borderline sickening.
“Fuck, fuck,” Ellie cursed, not knowing how else to react to this situation.
Ellie was content on hating Abby for a long time, maybe even until one of them inevitably got killed on patrol or by raiders or anything of the sort. But noooooo… that would be too easy for her brain to comprehend. So instead, Ellie would avoid her. And this time, she wouldn’t even look at Abby Anderson, afraid that if she looks at her for too long, she’ll wonder what she tastes like.
So, Ellie did what any normal person would do: she locked the door and pretended to die for a few days.
“Has anybody seen Ellie?”
The question had everybody stopping for a brief second in what they were doing. Dina shared a look with Tommy who simply just shrugged. No one has seen her in, apparently days? It had been three since her fight with Abby in the bar.
“She ain’t been comin’ out of her room,” Joel concluded, his features creased with slight worry at the idea of Ellie being hurt, or even sick. He knows that having 2 broken fingers wasn’t very fun, but she burned herself with chemicals in order to hide her bite mark. The girl was tough as nails, she could do anything with 2 broken fingers.
“I haven’t seen her either,” Dina frowned. It wasn’t like her best friend hiding away on her days off. She’s always doing something. “I can go check on her?”
“Good idea,” Jesse said, lifting a hay bale off the ground and tossing it towards the pile where the others were. “She’s gotta come back for patrol tomorrow.”
Dina stripped off her gloves, tucking them away in her back pocket before she left the stables. The walk to Ellie’s little garage home wasn’t exactly long, but it felt like forever under the Wyoming sun. Sweat dripped from her hairline as she approached Ellie’s front door, gently knocking on the wooden surface.
“Ellie? It’s Dina,” Dina announced, hoping that saying just her name would be enough for Ellie to let her in. But when she was met with silence, Dina began to tap her foot on the ground outside of the door. “I know you’re in there, Ellie. I can see you moving around in there.”
A curse echoed in the bedroom before Dina could hear Ellie actively tripping almost every single thing in her wake. And when she opened the door, Dina had to step back in order to fully take her in. What the hell happened to her?
“Ellie, are you—” Her nose wrinkled up a little as she smelt the unmistakable scent of weed and alcohol on her breath. “Fuck, have you just been in here getting shitfaced for three days?”
“What do you want, Dina?” Ellie deflected, like she always does when she’s got so much on her mind. Dina doesn’t know what upsets her more; that Ellie is getting high, or she’s getting high without her.
The redhead pushed her sweaty forehead against the doorway, almost like she was going to collapse if she stood there for another second than she needed to. So instead of talking outside, Dina pushed herself into Ellie’s home like it was her life’s purpose. Almost instantly, Ellie fell onto her ass, either too blazed or too plastered to fully take in what was happening.
“Dina, what the fuck—”
“What the hell is going on with you?” Dina crouched down, slapping her hands on Ellie’s cheeks and making her blush under her freckles. “And it isn’t the broken fingers because you broke your nose last month and still went on patrol the next day!”
“Wh- nothing! Nothing is wrong, I just—”
“I know you’re lying,” Dina snapped, still holding onto Ellie’s face. She looked like a bunny staring down a rifle barrel. “You wanna know why? Cause you suck at it!”
“Get off!” Ellie shoved Dina’s hands away, attempting to stand on her own but failing miserably. Her knees wobbled as she got off the ground before she fell right back onto the floor and for a few seconds, simply laid there with her face on the dirty rug near her sofa. “Just… Just go, Abby—”
Dina immediately froze in place, her brows knitting together for a brief second as it seemed like the whole world was coming back into focus. Before this moment, Dina was prepared to knock some sense into her best friend, but that moment passed quickly.
“This is about Abby,” Dina said, standing up and running a hand across her face. “Come on El, Abby is always gonna be a bitch, that’s just how she is!”
“S’not about that,” Ellie finally stood up off the ground, her shirt sticking against her sweaty skin as she rubbed her forehead, trying to stop the room from spinning. Her wobbly legs managed to carry her to the bed where a half-burned blunt was sitting inside of an ashtray. “Just go. I can’t deal with this right now…”
Dina watched as Ellie picked up the roach and inhaled very slowly, the end of the blunt glowing and illuminating her face. Dina could see the bruises under her eyes from a lack of sleep. Whatever was happening inside of Ellie’s head, Dina couldn’t figure it out… So she left.
As soon as Dina was gone, Ellie let out a harsh breath as she looked down at the sketches littering her bed. And if Dina had stayed, she would have understood. Abby’s face was all over the papers, her eyes staring back with that characteristic scowl she always held, and the slight pout to her bottom lip…
A curse escaped Ellie’s lips as she shoved all of the drawings on the floor and shoved a pillow back over her face. There was no reason that this affected her so badly, she’s had stupid crushes before—
“No, nope, absolutely fucking not, this is not happening,” Ellie scolded herself, gripping the fabric of the pillowcase like it was her lifeline from drowning. Lines were drawn on the invisible white board in her mind, and she felt like thoughts were knitted together.
Realization hit her like a bus. Ellie Williams has a crush on Abby frickin’ ANDERSON!
When Ellie emerged from her so-called hobbit hole, as Joel called it, she looked like death warmed up. Her face was pale and she looked like she was going to be sick at any given moment. Her trek to the stables felt like the longest walk of her life. She chugged a ton of water just to get through the day and Maria had been gracious enough to give her one extra day to sober up…
Wandering around the town was normally a good idea, so she decided to take a walk and try to clear her head. Everyone seemed to be out in full force today enjoying the warm weather while Ellie is starting to wish that she grabbed those sunglasses she saw on patrol last week. Her limbs felt impossibly heavy as she turned a corner towards the stables, going to see if Joel was back yet. But on her way, Ellie nearly fell over as she ran directly into someone.
“Hey! Watch where you’re–” Ellie looked up, ready to fight whoever wasn’t watching where they were going, and then she went completely silent.
That blonde braid was unmistakable, not to mention the sling over her shoulder. Abby looked pissed, to say the least. Her brows were pulled together and her bottom lip was pouted out even more than usual. It was a look that Ellie has seen almost a thousand times… so why did it feel different now?
“Can you get out of your own world for five damn seconds and watch where you’re going?” Abby snapped, readjusting the sling on her shoulder and biting her lip to try and hide the wince of pain she felt. Normally, this would be the time that Ellie would fire back. She was waiting for her words that usually cut as deep as her switchblade.
But when Abby looked back, she saw Ellie had gone red in the face. Abby figured she was coming up with some “clever” retort, and she decided to poke the bear again. “What’s wrong, Williams? Clicker got your tongue?”
If Abby had been looking closely, she would be able to see Ellie’s hands trembling slightly as she took a step back and immediately turned around and walked in the other direction. What the fuck, that didn’t make sense– Ellie never misses the opportunity to fight with Abby. What was going on?
“Williams,” Abby started following behind Ellie, who pretty much refused to acknowledge Abby’s presence. If Ellie was even more childish, Abby would assume she was being given the silent treatment, but she was more mature than that… by a miniscule fraction. Ellie was never afraid for someone to know just how much she hated them. Reminders of Ellie almost stabbing Seth in the bar will forever be a prime memory for Abby.
She wasn’t stopping, and Abby didn’t know what to do. “Ellie,” A hand went on the redhead’s shoulder and she immediately went still. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Ellie said way too fast to be convincing. Her heart was racing and as long as she didn’t look at Abby, the blonde couldn’t see the color rising to her cheeks. “Can you just…”
Abby watched Ellie carefully grab Abby’s wrist with the hand that had two fingers in splints. Suddenly, Abby felt a surge of guilt in her stomach from the sight. It technically was Abby’s fault that Ellie had broken two of her fingers, but she was also responsible for her dislocated shoulder.
Actually… No, it was all Abby’s fault. Had she been thinking, she wouldn’t have gotten attacked by that infected. She let her guard down, and in doing so, almost got both of them killed because of her dumb quarter collection. She’d never tell Ellie that’s why she went exploring; Ellie would only make fun of her for it, and she didn’t need the girl to have anymore reasons to pick on her.
“Are you-” Abby tried to step around to look at her face and try to see if the stitches on her cheek were okay, but before she could, Ellie turned her head to avoid eye contact. “What is wrong with you? Why are you–”
“I have somewhere I need to be,” Ellie immediately changed the subject, turning away as fast as possible and going towards the stable. This time, Abby didn’t chase her. The blonde just stood there, looking more confused than she’s ever been before in her life.
The redhead, on the other hand, felt like her heart was going to burst from her chest and she immediately hid behind a house, covering her face with both hands and feeling like her skin was suddenly too tight for her own body. Her stomach twisted, and she wanted to bash her head into the brickwork of the house behind her.
What the hell is her problem? She’s had crushes on people before, none of them have made her act like this! Even when it was Cat, she was cool about it… Well, as cool as she could be. And even with Dina, she didn’t go practically paralyzed with fear or pure discomfort that she may discover how Ellie feels.
So why did she do this with Abby? Why couldn’t she play it cool and act like nothing was wrong?
Because Ellie didn’t fucking want to like Abby.
#lgbt#ellabs#ellie x abby#ellie williams x abby anderson#the last of us#tlou#the last of us part 2#tlou 2#alternate universe#everybody lives#lgbtq#loser!ellie#mean!abby#kind of cute ngl#if you remember my writing style from someone that recently got deactivated#boy do i have news for you...#one sided attraction#probably gonna make a part 2#its too cute to resist
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chasing their tails trying to track us down * milo+rocky vault
notes: lol hi guys i seriously COULD NOT get them out of my mind i seriously apologise
(series masterlist) | (📁 the milo + rocky vault)
every year in the season, there’s a race weekend notorious for being a touch too chaotic. at this point, there is now a long list to her name of the craziest things to happen in vegas.
and if you asked her friends, they’ve just been waiting for it to all blow over all weekend.
surprisingly, they’ve made it to saturday evening, after their several days spent here, completely unscathed. on the contrary, it’s left everyone on the edge.
just waiting, anticipating for something to happen.
yet the girl saunters into the garage, hair neatly bundled in a clip as she sips from her water bottle. “good afternoon.”
sebastian lifts his head, popping up from behind the car. he puts the headphones down and grins. “you’re awfully cheerful today,” he lifts an eyebrow with a soft laugh.
“it’s just the vegas weekend,” she shrugs with a giddy smile, continuing her way deeper into the garage and towards her car.
a moment passes, her race engineer staring at her with squinted eyes and a slight scowl. “what did you do?”
“what do you mean?” she takes a step back as sebastian leaps at her.
he grabs her face and moves it around, eyes scanning her skin. he shoves the sleeves of her jacket up — left and then the right — and then presses the back of his hand to her forehead.
“seb, what are you doing?” she shrieks, cowering back as she tries to swat his hands away in an attempt to dodge. “you’re being weird!”
“what did you do?” sebastian repeats, taking a step back. he has his hands on his hips, eyes staring into hers firmly while he demands an explanation. “you’re too happy and we’re in vegas. something must have already happened for you to be this way.”
she presses her lips together and shakes her head. “nothing happened.”
she looks over at liam, already shaking his head in a disapproving manner and rolls her eyes. “whatever.”
“where’s your shadow, anyway?” liam mutters, passing her with a snort. “why are you here by yourself?”
“my shadow’s in the hotel sleeping in until sabrina’s performance,” she explains with a shrug. “we stayed up a little too late for his liking, i believe.”
liam hums, “that’s suspicious.”
she waves him off and scoffs, approaching the pitlane. “you’re suspicious.”
“i’m surprised you’re not in headlines yet!” max jokes with a smug smile, slowly approaching her at the end of the paddocks. “it must come with running for the championship. don’t you think, charles?”
the ferrari driver simply shrugs with a soft laugh. “leave me out of this conversation please.”
“take the piss,” the girl scoffs as she takes her spot between the older drivers. “have i really been that notorious in vegas?”
charles blinks. “you married mick in 2023.”
“tried,” she corrects, “we didn’t actually get married.”
“2024, you popped up with a boyfriend out of nowhere,” max mutters. “and then you got in an accident off track in 2025.”
she hums softly and tilts her head. “i don’t think i’d consider showing up with a boyfriend a headliner. the accident… maybe.”
max finally turns his body, resting a leg on the couch as he faces her. “and didn’t you show up at some random car meet the morning of the race in 2026?”
“and last year?” charles prompts with a giggle, remembering how she’d come into the paddocks with a story on her lips.
she shakes her head. “attending the car meet last year was part of a marketing thing for cadillac.”
“fine,” max rolls his eyes, “then what about the way you street-raced some idiot after our sprint last year?”
“my team paid off the media not to run that story,” she shakes her head with her lips pressed, wagging a finger in the air. “technically, not headlines.”
“either way, something always happens to you in vegas.” max turns his body back towards the floor of the conference room and folds his arms over his chest. “headliner worthy or not. we’re all just waiting.”
she snorts. “keep waiting for nothing, mate.”
“rocks!” as she pulls her balaclava down her head, she’s reeled into a side hug with lips pressed against her temple. “sorry i’m late.”
“well, one of us had to get enough sleep after staying up til 7 in the morning,” she jokes, throwing her arms around milo. “did you find the ice cream i left for you in the freezer?”
“i did. how thoughtful.”
“i’m not. i’m trying to get you fat.”
“oh, you’re here this weekend!” sebastian laughs, approaching them. headphones sit comfortably on his head, tapping the top of his pen on his clipboard. “i haven’t seen you a lot.”
the younger man sighs, resting his hands on his hips. “i would’ve been here earlier, but i was kept up late,” he side-eyes the girl standing next to him, “by someone.”
sebastian raises an eyebrow. “i didn’t need to know that.”
the driver blinks. a scowl forms on her face as she grabs her helmet from the table behind her and shakes her head. “no, seb. we were just hanging out at the strip as normal vegas visitors do.”
“hanging out at the strip,” sebastian trails off, “sounds like you were up to no good.”
“hey! what’s that mean?” she reaches out and smacks sebastian on the shoulder.
she’s definitely had her fair share of scandals throughout her time in f1. which is why she doesn’t exactly see the commotion about laying low in the weekend — it’s not all happened in vegas.
though, to come to their defences, her most notable insanity always comes in the form of vegas weekends.
“like–”
“mate! you made it!” liam cheers, patting the actor on his back. “we’ve been looking for you all day.”
milo grins, turning on his feet to turn to the other driver. “sorry. i was in bed all afternoon.”
“yeah, well– wait.” liam stops in his tracks and drops his hands to his side. he tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows. he points a finger at milo. “something looks different. did you get a haircut?”
the latter shakes his head and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “no.” he looks down at himself. “i think i look exactly the way i did yesterday when you last saw me at the hotel lobby.”
liam hums. he taps his finger on his lips and shakes his head. “no, i think you’re lying to me.”
“why would i be lying to you about getting a haircut?” milo furrows his eyebrows. “seems a bit petty, don’t you think?”
“i swear,” liam mumbles. he turns away to fix his race suit. he taps the girl and points over his shoulder back at milo. “did he really not change anything?”
the girl shakes her head. “why would he? i left the hotel and he’s looked the same way.”
“i told you.”
“no, something’s different about him,” liam furrows his eyebrows. he turns around to scan the younger man. he tries to pinpoint what’s been the eyesore in the few minutes he’s laid his eyes upon milo. he swears it’s changed. “but what is it?” he turns. “seb?”
sebastian is already walking away, shaking his hand to signal his refusal to be included in this mess. “don’t.”
“i’m telling you, man,” milo laughs, shaking his head. “nothing’s changed.”
the girl hums, patting the kiwi’s back as she passes him. “better yet, start getting to your car for the sprint instead of stressing over this. you won’t be satisfied with any of his bleak answers.”
mick hikes his backpack up his shoulder with a wide smile. it’s easy to identify the pair in the half-empty paddocks, cleared up from their second day coming to an end.
he approaches with a wave of his hand and a cheer. but as his friend waves back at him, he realises something.
the girl taps away on her phone as she’s tucked away under milo’s arm. slightly further from them is liam, previously in conversation with milo before his arrival.
he grabs milo’s wrist as he comes to a stop. “what is that? you got a new ring.”
milo follows his stare and immediately retracts his hand. “what? no.”
“i swear!” mick insists. he reaches forward and grabs his wrist again, raising it in the air. “you added something new to your outfit and i swear it’s that ring.”
“i told you!” liam says triumphantly, pointing at milo. “you gaslit me, mate!”
“i didn’t!” milo exclaims. he tries to tug his hand out of mick’s grip, but the mercedes driver has a firm hold on him. “i literally didn’t change anything! why do you keep insisting so?”
oscar passes mick and milo. she steps away from milo and is pulled into an embrace with a kiss to her cheek. “what are you guys doing?”
“he changed his look and we can’t figure it out,” liam grunts.
oscar glances at his best friend, who simply shrugs. he backpedals and stands behind mick. he tears mick’s hand off of milo’s hand and takes one look. “yeah, idiot,” oscar laughs, “he has a new ring.”
mick squints his eyes. “what? where?”
“this one,” oscar mutters casually, pointing at the sole ring on milo’s ring finger. “see?”
“oh.”
silence falls on them and oscar turns to milo with a grin. “nice ring, mate,” he says with a nod. he finally lets go of his hand.
“wait,” liam starts, looking down at the floor. “wait a second.”
oscar steps back and folds his arms over his chest. “what’s up with the ring? i don’t– oh, you little shits!”
she glances at milo before turning to oscar, batting her eyelashes with an innocent smile. “what?”
“yeah, what is it?” mick tilts his head.
“they,” oscar pauses. he reaches out and yanks her toward him, grabbing her hand hidden in the pockets of her jacket and then milo’s hand and lifts them. “got married.”
in the air, right in front of everybody with cold plain evidence, a pair of rings on the couple’s ring fingers. it couldn’t have been any more obvious than the fact that there is an extra ring sitting on top of her lonesome engagement ring that’s been a staple item for months.
“oh!” liam scowls, face contorting into disbelief. “seriously?”
“aw, rocky!” mick whines, throwing his arms into the air. “getting married in vegas was our thing!”
“hey!” milo frowns. “not cool!”
“we didn’t know you when we tried to get married!” mick scolds, hands on his hips. “not even an invite? seriously? this isn’t how we set the scene, mate!”
“i can hear all the ruckus from williams hospitality,” logan grumbles, patting oscar on the back as he stops next to him. “what’s going on?”
“they got married.”
“what?” logan throws his head back. he turns to the girl and grabs her shoulders. “you married him?”
she blinks. “logan, you were there when we got engaged!”
logan shrugs and steps back. “i didn’t actually think you would go through with it.”
“ouch,” milo mutters, rubbing a hand over his chest. “we’ve been together 4 years, man.”
“eh,” logan waves a hand in the air to dismiss him. “i can’t believe you didn’t invite us, mate. you got married!”
“congratulations?” oscar raises an eyebrow as he drops their hands. “why didn’t you tell us?”
she hums, clasping her hands behind her back. “you guys made such a big deal in 2023. besides, we were planning an actual wedding with everyone else anyway.”
“we made a big deal because you were 20,” liam points out, turning to oscar in confusion. “is she serious?”
“and you weren’t even with mick,” logan sighs, shaking his head. “i can’t believe you got married and didn’t invite us! i’m holding this grudge on you forever. i invited you to my wedding.”
she scowls, “yeah, and the divorce.”
“stop!”
“congratulations!” liam claps. “we should celebrate!”
— bonus
the girl lies on her stomach on the hotel bed. she swings her feet in the air, chin in her palm with her elbow propped against the mattress.
she sighs loudly and glances at milo, laid back on the bed with his arm over his eyes.
“but i’m not sleepy,” she whines, poking her finger into his arm. he stays silent. “come on.”
“rocks,” he cries, shaking his head. he rests his hand on the top of her head. “please try what i’m doing — close your eyes.”
she rolls her eyes. “i know how to sleep. i just don’t want to yet.” she traces shapes on his arm, now loosely draped on her shoulder. “we should go and hang at the strip.”
“we’re not built for that life anymore, my love,” he mumbles, words slurring the further he slips into his sleep again. “let’s just lay here. we’re too old to be outside at this time of day.”
“it’s only 3.”
“am. it’s 3am.”
she sighs exasperatedly and drops her back on the mattress. she throws a heavy hand over milo’s stomach, prompting a grunt of pain. “it’s still early.”
“rocks,” milo cries. he sits up and towers over her face, grabbing her cheeks. “please, for the love of god, go to sleep. i’m fighting for my life trying to stay awake. i love you, but please.”
truthfully, she’s way over the days where she doesn’t think without speaking. it’s rare these days that her emotions get the better of her.
but in the dim of the hotel room and the bustling nightlife they can barely make out, she feels overwhelmed by the feeling in her chest. he squishes her cheeks, eyes drooping as he awaits a response.
“we should go and get married,” she whispers, blinking up at him.
he lifts his hands from her and sits up slightly straighter. “what did you just say?”
she’s not even sure where that came from. perhaps she’s reminiscing of her younger days too much?
she scrambles from her laid-back position. she sits on her knees and grabs his hands, bringing them up to her lips as her smile grows.
“we really should, you know? just you and me,” she whispers against his knuckles, her lips grazing his skin with every word. “right here, right now.”
a small smile plays on his lips. “are you asking me to elope with you in vegas?”
she nods. she clears her throat and drops their hands on her knees. “milo manheim, will you marry me?”
“i’d marry you anytime, anywhere.”
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