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slu7formen · 8 days

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I heard you were sad about the lack of Luke asks, so l've decided to try and help! Bare with me bc this might not be the best considering I'm think on the spot and its late over here so feel free to delete!

So, reader was with Luke when he was running away with Annie and Thalia so they're really close. Then, when her and Luke were like 16 or smth reader left on a quest and its been like 2 years so its assumed that she just failed and died on her quest. This ruined Luke bc he loved her and one night, maybe at the bonfire, he hears reader screaming his name somewhere in the foresty part of camp, just absolutely terrified. He finds her and shes hurt, I'm talkin reallyyy messed up like a massive gash across her eye, (matching scar awww) leavin her like half blind, huge claw marks, teeth marks, and other wounds. He carries her to the infirmary, shes prob passed out at this point from like blood loss. Anyways, she finally wakes up in the infirmary and a bunch of fluff ensues, yk the usual "Don't ever leave me again" "I thought you were dead" the fun stuff and obv they confess to each other! (also, is 🖤 taken?)

whoever made this request, it was so good, you’re evil and brilliant; thank you 🖤

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

warnings: wounds, injuries, blood mention, presumed death, luke being heartbroken (sorry), crying

reminder: english's not my first language so l apologize for any spelling mistakes

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Every morning, Luke woke with the same dull ache in his chest, a constant reminder of the gaping hole your absence had left in him. It was a hollow ache, a physical manifestation of the loneliness that had become his unwelcome company. Nine years old when he ran away, the world had been a harsh teacher, but three years later, when he found you, that harshness had softened, replaced by a fierce protectiveness. You, a scared, twelve-year-old with defiance blazing in your eyes and a meager weapon in hand, had become his anchor in the storm.

The streets had been a cruel way of living, but together, you and Luke had forged a bond stronger than steel. You were the same age, yet he was older by a few months, a difference that somehow granted him a silent responsibility for your safety. Thalia and Annabeth, two more lost souls swept up in the world of their demigod destinies, completed their unbalanced family. But it was you and Luke, the two eldest, who shared a silent language of understanding that went beyond words. You fought together, scavenged together, your backs against the world.

The arrival of Grover, a satyr reeking of panic, brought relief and a terrifying truth— you weren't alone. The hunt for demigods was real, and you were all in danger.

Fourteen. A year etched in his memory with the sharp point of a spear. The monsters, the desperate fight, Thalias selfless sacrifice, the agonizing transformation into the pine tree — the events played on a loop in his mind. Camp Half-Blood, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a bittersweet prison. He had you by his side then, a hand to grip in the darkness, a silent understanding in your shared gaze.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. You were supposed to be there, by his side, facing challenges and forging a future together. He replayed the memory of your first quest announcement on a loop. The fear in his gut, a slap in the face of his fierce protectiveness. He wasn't supposed to lose you.

It wasn't fair. It shouldn't have been you, alone, facing whatever monstrous fate had befallen you. A bitter taste filled his mouth as he replayed the day you left. The forced cheer, the worry that gnawed at him, all a blur now. Training became a way to numb the ache, each swing of his sword carrying a silent plea for your sate return. But as days turned into months, the hope that had fueled him began to fade away.

News traveled slow in the demigod world, but eventually, rumors reached Camp Half-Blood. Whispers of a monstrous encounter, a lost trail, a silence that stretched too long. A year after your departure, the whispers solidified into a grim reality - you were missing, presumed dead.

Luke felt the world tilt on its axis. Denial battled with a cold, horrifying truth. You were gone.

A quest, a single solitary mission, had stolen you from him. Stolen your laughter, your warmth, your presence that had become an essential part of his world. It wasn't fair.

The quest for the Golden Apple had been a cruel twist of fate. A desperate attempt to appease his father, to offer a sliver of hope to a camp drowning in sadness, it had backfired spectacularly. Luke returned empty-handed, his body wracked with exhaustion and his spirit battered. But the most visible reminder of his failure was the jagged scar that ran from beneath his eye down to his chin, a pale testament to the dragon's fury.

He'd needed your presence then more than ever. Needed your steady gaze and the quiet strength you possessed. Needed the spark of defiance in your eyes that mirrored his own growing anger towards a world that had seemed so determined to tear them apart. He needed your touch, your hugs, he needed you.

He stood stiffly before your burial shroud, an image carved in his memory forever. Tears streamed down his face, hot and unchecked. He ignored the concerned glances of his friends, focusing only on the phantom warmth of your hand in his, a memory more vivid than anything else.

In that moment, ravaged by grief, a single truth burned bright — he loved you. And he had lost you. The world felt a little emptier, a little colder, without you by his side.

And the first nights after you left were the worst.

At first, they were hopeful visions. He'd see you, alone on a dusty road, tending to a nasty gash on your arm with a makeshift bandage. A surge of worry would course through him, a familiar anxiety honed by years on the streets. But then, a wry smile would tug at his lips as he remembered the countless times he'd taught you how to create a tourniquet, how to patch a wound and survive on the bare minimum. A flicker of confidence, a belief in your resourcefulness, would chase away the initial fear. He just knew you'd find a way back to him.

He'd wake with a jolt, his hand instinctively reaching for the empty space beside him. The sheets were cold, the air thick with the silence of your absence. But then, a flicker of hope would ignite— you were alive, you were out there.

Finally, the dreams turned into nightmares. You'd appear, but not the way he remembered you. Pale and gaunt, your eyes hollow and vacant. Sometimes, you'd be chased by monstrous shadows, their grotesque forms dissolving into a chilling whisper of your name. These dreams left him gasping for breath, his heart hammering against his ribs.

It had been a little over a year since the agonizing ceremony, the image of your burial shroud seared into his memory. But time, a supposed healer, offered no solace. In reality, it had stretched the fact of your absence even wider. Two years. Two years since he'd last seen your smile, heard your voice, felt the warmth of your hand in his.

"Luke!"

Ah, yes. He heard you sometimes. At first, it happened while he was alone; he believed it could be you, trying to contact him in some way, but it never was that way. He never found you. Then he started hearing your voice in crowded places, mistaking your voice for the ones of other campers, and his heart ached every time he realized it wasn't you.

He felt like he was going insane. Hearing you, even after years. He must be going mad. But then, it became clearer.

"Luke!"

The voice, barely audible above the crackling flames, cut through his thoughts like a knife. He froze, his hand tightening around the thin stick that held his burned marshmallow. Was it-? No. It couldn't be. He must be imagining things again.

The grief, the pain, he knew, could play tricks on the mind.

He brushed it off, attempting to rejoin the conversation, forcing a lightness to his voice that felt hollow. But then, it came again. Clearer this time, tinged with a desperate urgency.

"Luke!? Luke!"

The single word, laden with a desperate urgency, pierced through his defenses. He froze, his blood turning to ice. It was your voice. The same voice that filled his dreams and haunted his waking hours. He whipped his head around, searching the darkened forest beyond the fire's reach.

But the trees stood silent, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze. Nothing. Yet, the echo of your voice lingered in the air, a chilling reminder of the impossible. His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drum against his ribs.

He glanced around the fire, catching the bewildered expressions of a few campers who had clearly heard the voice too. Their eyes mirrored the confusion and fear that clawed at him. If he said anything, they'd think he'd cracked, that the pain had finally driven him mad.

"Luke!"

But it was you.

Your voice, unmistakable and undeniably real. A wave of disbelief washed over him, followed by a surge of hope so intense it threatened to suffocate him.

He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the surprised yelps of his friends as he knocked over a tray of steaming hot cocoa cups. Stumbling over his own feet, he charged towards the edge of the forest, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

He skidded to a halt just inside the treeline, his eyes scanning the darkness. "yn!?" he called out, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and desperate hope. The only reply was the rustling of leaves in the night breeze.

It was cloaked in darkness, making it impossible to discern any details. But there was a smallness, a fragility to its silhouette that resonated with his memory of you.

Just as doubt began to creep back in, another call pierced the silence. "Luke!" This time, the desperation in your voice was unmistakable.

He didn't hesitate any longer. "yn!" he roared, his voice raw with emotion as he launched himself into a run.

Several campers, roused by the commotion, scrambled to their feet, their eyes wide with confusion and trepidation. They watched, mouths agape, as Luke bolted towards the treeline, his long strides eating away at the distance.

"Luke!" Your voice came again, closer this time, tinged with a note of panic.

"yn!" He didn't dare slow down, his heart making its way up to his mouth. He could hear the sound of others following him, their footsteps pounding on the soft earth behind him.

Through the dense foliage, he caught a glimpse of your figure — small, hunched over, moving with a limp. Hope flared bright within him, battling the tide of fear that threatened to drown him.

Then, you stumbled, nearly falling. He redoubled his efforts, pushing himself to the limit. As he broke through the last line of trees, he saw you standing there, bathed in the pale moonlight.

And his breath hitched in his throat.

The sight of you, once vibrant and full of life, was a punch to the gut. Dirt and grime smeared your face, your clothes were ripped and tattered, and a sheen of sweat covered your brow. But it was the wounds that stole his breath away. Deep claw marks raked across your arms, a bloody gash marred your leg, and the most horrifying of all — a massive scar stretched across your eye, a brutal reminder of some unseen battle. The campers behind him gasped in unison, their faces etched with shock and horror.

Chiron, alerted by the commotion, pushed his way through the crowd, his brow furrowed in concern.

But your focus was solely on Luke. With a desperate cry of his name, you lurched towards him, your injured leg buckling beneath you. Without hesitation, Luke launched himself forward, catching you in his arms just before you hit the ground.

"Luke..." you whispered, your voice barely a breath. Your eyes, the one that wasn't obscured by the wound, flickered with a spark of relief and a hint of something else - a deep, unspoken emotion that mirrored his own.

Then, your eyelids fluttered closed, and your body went limp in his arms. Panic surged through him as he cradled you closer, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and relief. " yn? No, no, no, no, yn?" he slightly slapped your cheek, no response. He looked back to to the campers that decided to follow him, his voice cracking with desperation. "Get the Apollo cabin, now!"

The days that followed your arrival were shrouded in a suffocating silence. The once vibrant camp seemed to echo with a collective held breath. No one dared to talk to Luke.

His eyes, once playful and sparkly, now held a deep, smoldering anger. He snapped at anyone who dared to approach. Only Chiron, with his patient wisdom, Annabeth, with her loyalty, and the healers of Apollo cabin, sworn to secrecy about your condition, were able to pierce the storm raging within him.

Each day, a relentless routine unfolded. Luke would rise with the first rays of dawn, his body heavy with the weight of his own despair. He'd force down a meager breakfast, the taste turning to ash in his mouth. Then, with a heart that felt like a lead weight in his chest, he'd make the agonizing trek to the Big House, the temporary haven where you resided. He would do it multiple times a day, actually.

Lee, the son of Apollo with a mop of messy blonde hair and eyes that held a touch of empathy, would greet him at the door, a practiced neutrality masking his concern. The answer was always the same. You were alive. The healers had managed to stabilize you. But your recovery was a slow, painful journey. The wounds you bore were a testament to a harrowing pain, and the care they had taken on your body was immense.

As soon as you had fainted in his arms, you had slipped into unconsciousness. No amount of coaxing, no whispered pleas from the healers, or songs in Ancient Greek, could bring you back. Luke was devastated. The relief of having you back, a physical presence after two agonizing years, was a fragile flame quickly extinguished by the reality of your condition. Your life hung by a thread, and he was kept at arm's length.

One particularly bleak afternoon, Luke found himself face-to-face with Chiron. The old centaur, his kind eyes reflecting the turmoil swirling within Luke, gestured for him to sit.

"Luke," Chiron began, his voice soft yet firm, "I understand your pain. Your worry for yn is valid and understandable. But you must also understand, her condition is delicate"

Luke clenched his fists, his jaw tightening with suppressed anger. "Why can't I see her? Annabeth's younger than me and yet, she gets to see her. Why not me?" The words tumbled out, laced with a raw desperation.

Chiron sighed, a weary sound. "Because, Luke," he said, his voice heavy with empathy, "we fear the emotional toll it might take on you if-, if the worst were to happen."

He slumped in his chair, defeated. Grief, anger, and a gnawing helplessness battled within him.

"How long then?" he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "How long will it be before I can see her again?"

Chiron reached out, placing a comforting hand on Luke's shoulder. "We don't know, Luke" he said honestly. "But the healers are doing their best And you need to find your strength. She will need it when she wakes up”

He nodded dumbly, understanding Chiron's concern for him. But that didn't make the gnawing ache in his chest any less agonizing. He missed you. Missed the warmth of your hand in his, the light that sparkled in your eyes, the way your laughter could chase away even the darkest shadows.

A few days later, he walked by the Big House again. Lee greeted him again, just as every other day.

"How is she?" Luke asked.

Lee sighed, a gust of exasperation tinged with sympathy. He looked tired himself, dark circles under his eye and a large cup of coffee in his hand. "Little change. But she's stable. Stronger than she looks. We had some healers fainting because of how much singing they've done to her"

A muscle ticked in Luke's jaw. "Can't I at least see her?" The words came out harsher than he intended, dripping with frustration.

Lee studied him for a long moment, his own blue eyes reflecting the turmoil within Luke. Finally, he spoke. "Look, I get it. You're scared, you're angry. But you have to understand, seeing her likes this... we can't let you"

Luke clenched his fists. "I can handle it" he growled, the beast within him straining against its leash.

Lee took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Can you, Luke? Can you handle the possibility that maybe she doesn't get to wake up?"

The question hung in the air, a brutal truth that stripped away Luke's bravado. He stared at Lee, the anger draining away, replaced by a raw vulnerability that surprised even him. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat suddenly making it hard to breathe.

"No" he whispered, the single word a confession of his deepest fear.

Lee nodded, a flicker of understanding softening his features. "Then trust us, Luke. Trust the healers. We're doing everything we can."

And then he remember Chiron's words. He knew he was right. He couldn't bear the thought of the last image of you being one of unconsciousness, a pale specter in a sterile infirmary bed.

The days that followed settled into a grim routine. Luke stopped asking the relentless question, 'Did she wake up?' The answer, etched into his weary soul, was a constant ache that no words could soothe. He had stopped arguing, the initial burst of rebellion replaced by a quiet desperation. He started asking more specific questions, focusing on the details of your injuries. Your eye, the massive gash that mirrored his own scar in a way that made his stomach churn, became a particular point of morbid fascination.

He couldn't bear to look at the jagged mark on his face, couldn't imagine how it felt on yours.

Not because he thought you wouldn't be beautiful —he knew you would be. But the thought of you facing the same constant reminder of pain, of vulnerability, filled him with a protective rage that simmered beneath the surtace.

But then, a shift began to occur. He noticed stolen glances exchanged between the Apollo campers, hushed whispers that died down as soon as he entered their vicinity. An unspoken secret they guarded fiercely. He tried to ignore it, burying himself in training, seeking solace in the familiar sting of sweat and exertion. Chiron's words were a constant drumbeat in his head - seeing you too soon, on the precipice of death, was a burden he might not bear.

But later that day, as the sun dipped below the horizon casting the camp in an orange glow, Chiron sought him out. Luke braced himself, his heart plummeting into his stomach. His mind spun with a thousand morbid possibilities.

He met Chiron's gaze, a storm brewing in his own eyes. "What is it?" he rasped, voice breaking.

Chiron took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Luke's with a solemn intensity. "Luke," he began, his voice thick with a mix of trepidation and hope, "she's awake."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis again. The air whooshed out of Luke's lungs, leaving him breathless. For a moment, he could only stare, his mind struggling to process the simple, life-altering statement.

Then he ran.

His feet pounded a trantic rhythm against the dusty path, each step fueled by a desperate need to see you. Chiron's protests, if there were any, were lost in the roar of blood rushing in his ears. He wouldn't be denied this. Not now. His legs pumped like pistons, fueled by a desperate hope that threatened to shatter him if it turned out to be false. He burst through the doors of the Big House, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. The interior was deserted, the silence amplifying the frantic pounding of his heart.

He flung open the infirmary door, the sight inside momentarily stealing his breath. Two Apollo campers stood by the window, their hushed whispers abruptly cut short by his arrival.

But his eyes were locked on you, the very image of him defying the cruelty of fate.

You sat on the bed, a fragile silhouette bathed in the pale light, your head bent over your bandaged hands. Your hair, once a fiery mane, had grown longer, a testament to the time that had passed for him in a blur of grief. Your skin, usually kissed by the sun, was a pale canvas.

He took everything in — the fresh cuts marring your arms, the claw marks, the way your shoulders slumped with exhaustion. And you had lifted your head, startled by the sudden noise.

Your eyes, usually sparkling with life, were dull with pain, but when they met his, a spark ignited within them.

"Luke!"

The word ripped from your throat, a cry that echoed with relief and a tremor of something deeper. You lunged off the bed, ignoring the wince that contorted your face as your injured leg protested.

"yn, wait!" Lee sprang forward, concern etched on his face. Your stitches, particularly those on your thigh, were still fresh, and any sudden movement could cause them to tear.

But you didn't listen. You threw yourself at Luke, your arms wrapping around him with a desperation that mirrored his own. He caught you, the impact sending a jolt through his body. His arms tightened around you, a desperate need to hold on, to feel you solid against him.

He held you tight, the fierce possessiveness in his grip both a comfort and a warning. Your body, the way you fit so perfectly against his larger frame, sent a jolt through him. He'd grown, you realized, his broad shoulders feeling wider, his embrace stronger. In contrast, you felt impossibly small, the warrior you remembered replaced by a shell of the person you once were. His hot tears quickly started to wet your hair.

The sudden weakness in your leg, the one that had been screaming in protest since you lunged at him, finally overwhelmed you. A sharp cry escaped your lips as your body gave way beneath you. Instinctively, Luke tightened his grip, his arms morphing into a cradle to catch your fall.

The impact with the floor sent a fresh wave of pain shooting through you, but it was a dull ache compared to the overwhelming joy of finally being in his arms again. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Luke wouldn't stop sobbing now, his shoulder shaking as his arms held you into his embrace.

The Apollo campers, sensing the intimacy of the moment, mumbled apologies as they slipped out of the infirmary, leaving you and Luke alone.

He cradled you close, the scent of your hair and the warmth of your body a balm to his battered soul. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar fragrance that had haunted his dreams for so long. It was real. You were real.

"You're alive" he sobbed, the words a broken mantra against your ear. "You're alive" he repeated. Each repetition wasn't just for you, but for him, a desperate attempt to convince himself that this wasn't a cruel dream, that you weren't an illusion.

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hand, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. The wounds looked clean now, stitched and bandaged, but the raw pain was etched in the lines around your eyes. The gash across your eye, a crimson scar angry and fresh, pulled at the corner of your eye, making it appear swollen and bruised. Yet, to him, you were the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

It started a finger's width above your eyebrow, then, just as abruptly, it dipped down, catching the outer corner of your eye. The scar tissue pulled the delicate skin, making your eye appear slightly narrowed and bloodshot.

But despite the rawness of the wound, despite the vulnerability etched on your face, there was something undeniably fierce about you. It was a look he hadn't seen before, a look born from surviving the unthinkable.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, blurring your vision. You had always been beautiful, that much was undeniable. But now, even with a scar contrasting against your features, you were breathtaking.

He didn't mean to say it out loud, but the words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them.

"You look beautiful" he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You leaned into his touch, seeking solace in the warmth of his hand. "It hurts" you whispered, a tear tracing a path down your cheek.

"I know" he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. He sniffed uncontrollably at your sight, so broken and fragile, wrapped around his arm. "But you're alive. You're here" his bottom lip started trembling before he could control it. He inhaled sharply and his voice came out shaky; "I thought you were dead" tears rolling down his cheeks.

You laughed, a weak sound that was more like a sob. "You won't get rid of me that easily"

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm on your skin. In that moment, the infirmary with its sterile smell and harsh light faded away. All that existed was the feel of you in his arms, the warmth of your body against his, and the knowledge that you were alive.

"Don't ever leave me again" he pleaded, his voice thick with a mix of relief and terror. The thought of losing you again, of facing another agonizing day without you, was almost unbearable.

"I wouldn't dream of it" you whispered.

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simp2537 · 2 months

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could I request a fem!reader x slight dark percabeth were percabeth and reader aren’t really dating yet but percabeth are and they all went clubbing and reader’s been teasing them both all night and they are slightly buzzed (not drunk, just buzzed) and then reader goes to the bathroom and they corner her and welp.. smut

Buzzed

a/n : Instead of a bar I made it a bonfire at camp. Also changed it from a bathroom to them leading her into the woods. Hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: dubcon, drunk reader, semi public smut ( the woods but no one is around.) oral and fingering, praise kink, slight chocking, dark! Percabeth, Yandere behavior

All Characters are aged up to 18 plus!

dark! Percabeth x fem! Reader

The raging bonfire crackled as the daughters of Aphrodite danced around it. With her sisters she swayed her hips in an erotic motion. The younger kids were all in bed and the older demi-gods celebrated.

Her e/c eyes trailed around the crowds as she watched people watch her. She danced with one of his sisters as she noticed the watchfully gazed of Percy and Annabeth. Annabeth’s eyes were shining with amusement while Percy’s were dark with lust.

Percy slowly made his way behind her and grab her hips. He pull Y/n into him and she giggled softly. The red cup in her hand emptied, most like the spiked punch that she and her siblings made. Percy took the cup and sat it down as they pair began to dance together.

Percy’s hand went up from his hips to her neck. He held tightly onto her.

“Hey there pretty girl.” Y/n giggled at his words. She stared up at him with a dazed look.

“Percy!” She cheered with a smile. Percy guided her face to look directly at Annabeth.

“Be a good girl and look at Annabth as you dance.” Y/n did just that. As she moved her hips against Percy she kept her eyes on Annabeth. Annabth solely moved through the crowds with a smirk as she watched. Percy groaned softly every time she would brush against his rock hard cock.

Slowly Annabeth disappeared through the crowds and Y/n pouted softly. Percy slowly brought her away and began leading her through the woods. Y/n giggled as she followed after him. Making it to a clearing Percy placed Y/n’s back against his chest and gently parted her leg, resting his thigh in between her legs as she whined softly.

Percy slowly kisses up her exposed neck and collarbone. His hand dipped under her skirt rubbing at her panties. She whined slowly her head falling back on Percy’s shoulder. A wet spot began to form as he rubbed on her pearl. As Percy went to take off her panties and something snapped for Y/n

“What about Annie? We can’t.” Y/n muttered softly, Percy merely cooed at her. His finger slipped to her bundle of nerves, rubbing soft circles on her.

“She’ll be here later pretty girl.” Percy moves Y/n’s panties aside as he moves her hair off her shoulder and kisses her neck. Her moans grow as Percy plays with her pearl, slowly outline the lips of her clit with the tip of his middle finger. Percy pushes his middle finger in roughly, slowly taking it almost out all the way and pushing in roughly again.

He continues this a few more times before inserting his ring finger in her heat, now going at a steady pace. Y/n gasps, moaning loudly her eyes rolling back.

“You’re so wet for me, pretty girl.” Percy whispered into her ear. He grabs at her ass and pulls his fingers out, leaving her whimpering for more. She was so close to finishing all over his fingers. Annabeth steps out from the darkness of the woods, she commands y/n to turn around for her. Y/n obeys and turns around still begging for more, Percy steps back with a smirk and lets Annabeth have her turn with y/n. She kneels in front of y/n while grabbing her thigh and lifting it onto her shoulder, slowly lapping at her juices.

Annebeth moaned, shimmer waves of pleasure through Y/n. Her whines grew louder as Percy supported her from behind. Softly whispering into her ear.

“Such a good girl for us, isn’t she?” Percy mused as he slowly kissed down her exposed neck.

“The prettiest girl too.” The constant praise was sensed Y/n over the edge. The coil in her stomach tightened as Annebeth sucked in her pearl.

“Annie…” Y/n gasped as Percy wrapped his hand out her neck. Annebeth lapped at her more fiercely, eager to consume her nectar. With a loud moan escaping from her mouth, Y/n’s vision clouded as she came all over Annebeth face.

Annebeth licked the cum off her lips and cleaned Y/n up with her tongue. Y/n whined, her cunt overstimulated and puffy. Percy helped her slide off Annebeth, holding her against him as she wobbled. Percy kissed Annebeth, tasting Y/n all over her.

Annebeth smirked softly as she helped Y/n to lay in the soft grass. She pulled off her shirt, skirt, and ruined panties. The lace underwear was folded over top of her other clothes. Percy quickly stripped and positioned himself in between Y/n’s legs.

Annebeth parted them, helping keep her thigh open for Percy. Y/n whined softly, her brain still fuzzy from her orgasm and the alcohol she had earlier.

“Now, now pretty girl. Be good and let Percy pound his cum into you.” Annebeth muttered softly. All Y/n could think of was if there was any people in the woods, she wondered if they would enjoy the show she was about to put on.

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giuliettagaltieri · 7 months

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Road Rage & Malibu Barbie

Pairing: Street Racer!Eren x Reader

Synopsis: You may look like a Barbie doll who got lost on her way back to her dreamhouse but Eren never fails to break your front quite often than you like

Warning: alcohol use, illegal street racing, language

Word Count: 2292

He is just so full of shit, isn’t he?

Eren Fucking Jaeger. He thinks just because he won every race he’s been in, he’s the fucking king of every fucking thing.

Your teeth gnashed, crushing the cola lollipop to tiny pieces until the stick flattened between your molars.

Cheers deafen your ears, even rising above the already booming drop of the music played by the DJ. The crowd, all dressed in neon and various shades of black, one with a tacky cheetah print, gathers to Eren’s dodge challenger. Oh, how you’d love to scratch the beautiful matte black paint or smash the glowing crimson lights.

On the other hand, your eyes dart to your batchmates, Porco and Reiner in their Camaro and Corvette. You think Porco’s is smoking a little. The two of them decided it was a good idea to challenge Eren.

Your brows meet as you click your tongue in annoyance. They’ve given Paradis University a free pass to drag Marley Institute of Higher Learning’s name through the mud.

A loud honk got your attention, it’s the resident idiots of Paradis U, Conner and Sarah, you think their name was. They got barrels of alcohol on their pick-up truck. And just as quickly as the crowd gathered to Eren after his victory, they now crowded the truck for the cheap booze.

“Hey.”

You smile as you feel Annie hop on the stacked tires next to you.

“Hay back.” You say lazily as you take a sip on your Malibu fizzy pink lemonade, leaving a print of glossy and glittery lip mark on the can.

Annie takes a swig on something stronger and her eyes scan you. Your stooped posture and your pink wedges creating swirls on the gravel, even your oversized sunglasses is slipping from your hair.

“Problem?” Annie asks with a sigh.

Your hair flips in the force of you straightening your back just to face her. Her hand is already waiting to catch your sunglasses that flew right off.

“Did you see his face?”

“Whose face?” Annie asks calmly.

“Jaeger.” You say as if the name is leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

Annie glances behind you then nods once. “What about him?”

“Did you see the way he looked down on us? He is simply unbelievable.”

Annie hums and you wait for her to continue.

The crowd is going crazy for the discount beer that Paradis U brought.

There was also the revving of engines from a distance.

And loud chattering.

“That’s it? ‘Hmm’?” You ask impatiently, putting your fists on your hips as an added effect.

Annie just shrugs. “I don’t know if he was like ‘looking down’ on us.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s just how he looks at everybody.”

You scrunch your nose cutely. “As if! He was totally feeling all high and mighty after that win.” You stomp your chunky heel, sending a few pebbles away, you wished it was sand from the beach instead. Pieck did invite you to that bonfire party their sorority is hosting. “I bet I could take him on.” You collapse on your palm, elbow resting on your knee as you trace the tiny flower patterns on your pink babydoll dress.

“Wanna bet on it?” Says a deep voice right next to your ear, making your hair stand on end.

You leap off the stacked tires in surprise, your drink spilling on your hand.

There in all his glory, stood Eren Jaeger.

You glare up at him, refusing to look at his compression shirt clad chest and dark washed jeans because by God, you know he will never let you forget about it if you do.

He’s been trying to get you to talk to him since the first night you met and to your luck, Reiner and Porco are not with you at the moment as the two of them were your usual anti-Eren protection squad.

“Annie, let’s go grab something to eat?” You turn to Annie sharply with a stiff smile.

Annie yawns and raises a hand as a nonverbal ‘pass’ and she just leaves you there. With him.

“Annie?” You call desperately.

“It’s time you fix your issues.”

You glance at Eren who looks at you like you’re some sort of an odd entertainment.

“We don’t have issues!” You hiss.

Annie turns to you both and walks backwards. “Tension, then.”

Your face erupts to a blush and your mouth fails to form words.

She watches your face bubble up in anger and gives you a two fingered salute before sliding next to Armin who was trying to get his homework done in a corner.

“So.” Eren stretches the word and you close your eyes tightly, dreading the fact that you will have to hold a conversation with him like how any regular adult should.

“Good racing out there.” You say with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

The corner of his lip rises. “You can cut the act now, doll.”

Again, you just flash him another polite smile. “Well, if that’s all. I’ll be taking my leave.”

You walk in the direction of your 1959 pink Cadillac when you hear the unmistakable sound of sirens. You don’t even process what happened next, you simply felt an arm lock around your midriff and your feet getting lifted off the ground.

“Fuck, stop STOP!” Eren growls as you start punching him, yelling for him to put you down but he does not.

You turn to see Floch being pinned to the ground and then Annie leaving with Armin in his BMW i8.

“Jaeger! I swear-”

“There you go!” He unceremoniously dumps you in your convertible.

You make brief eye contact before a sound of a glass bottle shattering startles you.

“Shit!” Eren hops to his hellcat that he not so discreetly chose to park next to your car.

You jab and twist the key in and the engine roars to life. Your hands shake at the thought of having your parents come and bail you from jail. And your reputation!

“Hey.” Eren calls from the open window of his car. “I know how to get out of here, you can come if you want but you gotta be a good girl and stick close to me, yeah?”

A cold drop of sweat drips on your temple and you hesitate for a moment but you give him a nod.

You raise your convertible’s top for a bit of covering. You’d hate to have a picture of you end up in the news tomorrow morning, at least the plate number is a bit concealable.

“You ready, doll?” He calls and his engine roars. You clutch your steering wheel tight and you give him a nod. His eyes linger on your seatbelt and after he’s sure that you got it fastened, he zooms forward. You follow after him. You keep a close eye on his car, careful not to bump into him.

Eren takes a sharp turn and you almost hit the break upon seeing a narrow alleyway, one wrong move and you could get stuck. As Eren braves the escape route, you follow with much hesitation, that was until a flash of red and blue fills your car. You gasp, hoping they won’t pursue you.

Soon enough, Eren makes it out and you see him stop a few meters away, waiting for you.

And you eventually make it out too. Without any scratches. Your driving instructor would be proud.

“That’s my girl!” Eren cheers and he drives away, you follow quickly, a smile now making its way to your lips despite how your heart is pounding so hard in your chest.

You step hard on the accelerator until you are driving side by side.

You open your window and your hair whips with the wind, Eren does the same and gives you a boyish grin that you are certain was responsible for countless of panties to drop.

The thought made you feel a bit bitter and your smile deflated the tiniest bit. Though you can’t understand why. When the traffic light comes to sight, you slow down, despite the entire highway being empty due to it being four in the morning.

“You alright, doll?” Eren asks in a tone you never knew he was capable of, with his brows pinched.

Again, you give him one of your practiced smiles and you nod. Your eyes return to the road and the bright red light reflects on your eyes.

Eren doesn’t buy it, not even for a second.

“Tell you what.” He says. You glance at him and he points at the traffic light. “I’ll take your challenge.”

Your eyes round in both confusion and surprise.

“When it turns green, we race to the next traffic light.” He continues. “Winner gets free ice cream.”

You just stare at him for what felt like a solid hour, as if waiting for him to break his act and tell you that he is just kidding, but he does not and he almost has a look of determination plastered to his eyes.

“Get ready to eat my dust.” You smirk playfully.

Eren is unbeatable but you sure as hell are not going to back down from a challenge.

The leather of your steering wheel creaks softly under your grip and you watch the traffic light like a bird of prey.

Your cheeks bubble in anticipation when the light turns to yellow.

Eren revs his engine and you exhale softly, eyes now zeroed in the road, the traffic light becoming not dissimilar to a bell being dangled in front of a crouching cat, ready to pounce any second.

GO!

Both engines roar as Eren and you go neck and neck and you can’t even bother to glance at his direction when he whoops.

And then you hear the sudden combustion from his car.

“Gotta go, doll.” He yells and his car speeds forward as if it was flying. The quick blue flash from his exhaust told you that the asshole just used nitro.

You scream in frustration, quickly shifting the gear and you step on the pedal so hard that your back collides with your plushy seats.

Eren serpentines in front of you, preventing you from getting ahead. You call him by a rather unkind name, to which he only laughs.

You try right and he is there, you try on the left and he’s there again. Your fist slammed on your steering wheel. You try left again and he’s already waiting for you, of course it’s obvious for you to turn right while he’s still trying to recover, but you don’t. He, however, thought you were going to do it and he drives right hard, making you grin as he leaves you an opening.

Then there’s the really tall flyover and beyond that, the traffic light.

Only, Eren wasn’t a champion for nothing, was he?

He sparked that nitro again, complete cheating in your opinion, and he gets even.

“Coward!” You scream at him and he laughs once more.

“A coward with a free ice cream, apparently.” Was the last thing he said before zooming forward.

You curse him off as he slowly ascends.

Eren watches you from his rearview mirror and he shuts off his nitro, waiting for you to catch up to him. But to his surprise, you drifted to the side, vanishing from view, almost knocking down a few traffic cones.

His brows scrunch up.

Where could you be-

Were you planning to counterflow and cut through the road?

You little sneak.

Eren grins as the familiar fire of competition fuels his veins. He shifted his gear stick and he stepped on it. His engine roars and he slowly reaches the top, going now for the descent but he hits the break, making his tires screech. The sun was slowly trying to break through the clouds now. A wide smile is on his lips when he sees the familiar glint of your pink Cadillac and he steps on the accelerator.

His engine sounded like a monster chasing you, making you frantically speed up. He’s coming. He’s right behind you. He’s…He’s…He’s lost the race!

You were a meter ahead of him!

The scream of victory you gave disappeared behind the roar of your engine.

You haphazardly got out of your car and was glad to see that Eren was too.

His movements were sluggish but there was a small smile on his lips. You were really hoping he’d be more disappointed.

You grin at him, twisting and bouncing at where you stand.

He watches you with that same stupid smile and nods. “Congratulations. We didn’t have an audience but you can have the bragging rights.”

But his eyebrow cocks up in amusement when you giggle. “Silly, I don’t want any bragging rights. I just want an ice cream from that 24/7 café a few blocks away.”

Now, he just looks confused. “Wait, really?”

You walk back to your car. “Uhuh! Plus, I totally saw you stalling there.” You smile at him behind your shoulder. “You lost on purpose.”

His cheeks flushed the tiniest bit but his lazy eyes scan you up and down. “And you’re still making me buy you ice cream?”

You get inside your car and slam the door shut. You drape an arm by the window and you shrug. “A win’s a win, right?”

He considers for a moment, trying to see how far he could take this, and in a split second, he decides.

“Race you there.” He grins and hops in his car. “Loser gives the winner a kiss.”

He laughs as he drives away, leaving you struggling to chase after him.

“Unfuckingfair!”

He’s winning this one for sure, no matter what.

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Survivor’s Remorse (VI)

Part Six

NSFW | 18+ | PTSD | Self harm | Torture

Part 7 | Part 8

"Shit"

"Yeah. I'm really sorry about that by the way. About you. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. I know it wasn't personal" he waves his hand dismissively before clearing his throat. "I asked Annie about what it was like, once. She told me that after her first day she really didn't know. She could hear you talking sometimes but mainly just, screaming. Told me that after they dragged her past you the first day, you didn't stop screaming for a week. Annie said that they never came back for her after that day though"

"That..." I hesitate but don't want to lie to him "It's true"

"Shit"

"Yeah"

"Have you ever really talked about it?"

"No"

"Do you want to?"

"No. I don't want to think" I admit shaking my dizzy head as I sucked on the sugar cube

Finnick pulls a string from his pocket and drops it into my hands, showing me some complicated loops.

"I could teach you some knots? We'd have to take these off though"

He taps at my nail guards and I swallow the rest of the sugar in my mouth before pulling them securely to my chest with a shake of the head.

"I don't want to hurt you" I breathe

"You won't" He chuckles while deftly unlocking them

"How do you-?"

"Who do you think helps Beetee design your mouthguards and cuffs while Cinna's in recovery?"

My eyes widen and I grin at him. I should've known. The few memories I have, Finnick'd always treated me like a little sister in. He made me remember that we all grew up too soon. I had real fun with Finnick. I remember being on the sand, scaring Peeta awake, dancing around a bonfire and learning songs of the sea. I squeeze my eyes shut in pain as jolts of electricity rattle my spine. I clench my teeth and focus on one spot in front of me, unfortunately everyone seems to be focused on Finnick and me, also curious about my Torture Tales. Or maybe the fact that I'm gripping his hand tightly in my sharp nailed one. It doesn't seem like I'm hurting him though, and I need a firm grip on reality right now.

"The Quarter Quell. We...you and I...we" I choke trying to fight through the immeasurable pain it brings me to speak about the Quell, let alone think about it.

This overpowering fear made me convulse as if I was being shocked with cattle prods again. They stayed with me until he released my hand, his arm wrapping around my shoulders to keep me together. Finnick gives me a reassuring squeeze and it helps lessen the shaking some more.

"That's it. What did we do?" he coaxes gently

I don't like how Peeta's eyes bore into my face, his body screaming he wants me to answer too. Why? If I actually had done something with Finnick, why should he care? He loved Katniss. Right?

The sand is burning, I can see hands reaching out the water towards me, blood dripping from the eyes at the center of their palms. Even the moonlight hurts my eyes.

"It's scary here Finn" I sigh tiredly

"I'm not leaving ya. Just like I didn't than"

I take another shaky breath before pushing on, absorbing his strength at my side to keep going.

"We had...fun. I felt like a kid again with you. We played a joke on Peeta. It...it made me feel so good to see him laugh. Really laugh. Why?" I hiss angrily feeling the venom bubble in my mouth unbidden from aggression I didn't understand.

Ugh not now.

I'm not a monster! I spit the purple venom onto the ground at my feet and bite down on my arm hard. Well, that's new. This is the first time it's been purple. Just what else did they do to my canine ducts? My back goes rigid, pain licking every cell of my body, head thrown back as I choke on a scream of terror. I faintly hear commands being shouted before my vision goes black.

I start myself awake for a few seconds again sometime later. I can tell I've screamed something but then I feel a prick in my neck and I'm pulled under again.

This time when I awake, I'm sitting propped up but snug and strangely comfortable. A big arm is wrapped around my shoulders to keep me warm while nestled into their side. There's blonde hair in the corner of my eye, my heart leaps as I whisper his name out of an impulse that felt unnaturally...habitual.

"I'm here" Peeta's voice whispers across the dim lamplight and I'm startled by the emotions that erupt at the hauntingly familiar phrase.

I look around to gauge the time. The stars are out. I've been out for a while. Only he and Johnson are awake.

Ah, watching the rabid highjacked psycho.

If it's not Peeta beside me, then who? Quirking my head just a bit I see that Finnick is who's holding me together tonight, sleeping peacefully with his other arm across his stomach, trident strapped to his back. No one else would dare get so close to me. Let alone to just leave their guard down like that and sleep so deeply within range of me or my teeth.

"Nothing I-" I stop not sure what I want to say

"Hungry?" Peeta offers

My mouth waters and my stomach answers. He sends me a wry smile before grabbing a bowl sitting beside him and sliding closer to offer it to me. He's too close. I can smell him at this distance. He was only 6 feet away from me and his fingers graze my palm as he makes sure the bowl is securely in my shackled hands before letting it go.

It warms me more than the bowl does. I don't know how to feel about that. Inside the bowl is a couple slices of ham and a few buttery potato squares. I still couldn't stand vegetables and being so close to the Training Quarters, I could feel the tears building again.

Why the fuck was everything making me so emotional? I needed Peeta away from me. This was his fault. I just know it is.

"You ok?"

His benevolence towards me is disarming and it unnerves me. It made everything that much more confusing.

"Why are you being so fucking nice to me?" I grumble wanting to understand him because maybe, it just might help me understand a bit about myself. I was willing to die for him. Why? "I tried to rip your fuckin throat out! Why?"

Peeta lets out a sigh and just eyes me sadly before rubbing his thighs. I recognize this nervous habit and it sparks something else within me. I answer before he can.

"We protect each other"

"Always" he nods with a small side smirk

I don't like the hope I see bloom on his face or how my heart leaps at the word. It frightens me.

"I don't even know what to believe anymore. Friend? Mutt? Ally? Love. Hate! Real. Not real. How am I supposed to discern the bullshit from the facts!" I roar angrily, wanting to lash out at something.

"Ask" Finnick grumbles as he shifts to sit up

"Who?" I hiss grateful he's awake in case I need knocking out again

"Us" Johnson pipes up

"For what? All of you want me dead anyway. What are you to me! My next set of torturers just waiting to lead me to your next game, like your friend who loved kicking me around in that van? If you want me dead so badly, I wish someone would just get on with it! I'm so tired of everyone's mind games"

"Your allies. We're your squad now" Gale pipes in

Great. They'd all been awake. Must be hard to sleep with a wild fox in your den.

"So?" I grumble

"That makes us family. You saved a lot of lives when you warned us about the attack. We don't just forget that kind of thing in 13" Boggs explains sitting in the seat Peeta had vacated to hold my eyes seriously.

His face reflected true disgust when I screamed about Keil kicking me around. I had a feeling Boggs wasn't going to let that one just go either. I'm watching them warily when my stomach grumbles again. Finnick leans forward to release my nails so I can eat the way I like to, but I shake my head at him.

"I don't want to hurt anyone like I tried to earlier"

"That's not what you did" Finnick chuckles ignoring me and releasing my nails

I greedily take a slice of ham and slurp it up, ignoring the fact I'm aware it looks as if I have no table manners.

"What do you mean?"

"You tend to lash out at yourself. Rarely at others unless its verbal"

I mull this over as I take a swallow of my water. My eyes land on Peeta again to see that he's still looking at me with that gentle stare of his, almost like he's enjoying watching me eat. He's calm. Tranquil.

It clicks.

I hold my restraints up so he can see the orange in the center where my sedative comes out.

"Orange. Orange is your favorite color. Soft...like a sunset. Real or not real?"

"Real. Yours is cobalt, like the collar and cuffs you're wearing"

I glance down at them and feel another appreciation for my friends. As few as I have. Leaning to my left I kiss Finnick on the cheek, now understanding the depths of his hand in this as well. Peeta stiffens but doesn't comment. Maybe this was a hint from Beetee without being pushy?

"Don't put ya greasy bacon lips on me" Finnick whines pulling a laugh from me

I lock eyes with Peeta again. I said it to Joanna but I needed to know which Peeta was real.

"Hot chocolate. You drank it before bed on the train. Real or not real?"

"Real"

I slam my eyes shut as the train memories start to tussle with each other. I don't want to ask this with so many ears on me but I know they won't stop hurting until I do. I look at Peeta imploringly.

"If we take some guards, would you feel comfortable walking with me? Just...for a little bit" I swallow

He tilts his head silently inquiring and I feel the need to explain.

"I have...questions but I'm not sure if..." I sigh scratching at my shoulder acutely aware of the audience.

Whether it happened or not I doubt he'd want everyone to know the lewd details that I'd viciously tried to air out before. I didn't want to do that again. He looks to Boggs for permission who nods his assent. Even though he was the one that'd knocked me unconscious when I'd first seen Peeta and attempted to rip out his trachea with my teeth, I liked him.

"Take 2 with you"

Peeta moves to stand but I flinch back against Finnick when he leans my way, my nails digging into the sleeping bag. I can't help the fear I feel here in the dark, surrounded, with his hands ready to lock around my throat if he wanted. I can't help the way my eyes rapidly scan every pair of eyes on me to map out their locations. Would anyone even try to stop him?

I peek up at Finnick to see he's watching me with a wistful cerulean gaze. On the one hand, I'd like to think Finnick meant what he said. On the other, I don't want him in any unnecessary danger as a newlywed. It's bad enough he has to be out here in the first place. No. If they do turn on me, I want Finnick to stay the fuck out of it.

"Finn" I whisper "Can you put my mouthguard on for me?"

"Do you really need it?"

"I don't want it but... I think so. My questions are...triggering. When they tortured me about the train and the Quell, they.... they spent a week straight breaking every bone in my hands. It was one of the ways to make me terrified to think about them. They'd reset them a few hours after they were finished and do it again, playing the footage or what they altered in it. It felt like it was never ending. Part of my punishment for making them feel stupid. Again. We'd tricked them into believing Cinna knew nothing about the rebellion. Joanna and I were pretty convincing. We both do condescending pretty fuckin well. She caught some waterboarding for her troubles too. We took comfort in each other's screams. It meant we were still together. We still had each other. It was the silence that was terrifying. Wondering what they had planned next you know? I don't care that I still have issues with my hands now. They left him alone after that. He can still make pretty things"

I'm smiling like a lunatic and I'm rambling because I've never spoken these dark memories aloud. They're coming out quicker than I can stop them. I'm actually really proud of this. This was a true triumph for me from my time there. To have my hands ravaged so Cinna's would never have to be. Definite win in my book.

"His hands are like yours Peeta. Powerful but so delicate. Treasures. You appreciate and marvel at the gems they create. You don't hurt that. I don't want to hurt him" I admit to them with every breath as unsteady as my body was.

I don't want to see the pity that I can feel on everyone's faces as they all shift a little closer to me. I don't want it. Finnick pats the top of my head before he dips his in my tent to grab the guard. I lay back on the sleeping bag, hands palm side down, waiting for the hands on my shoulders. I'm baffled when they don't come.

"Whatcha dooooin?" Finnick sings poking my nose as he leans over me

I shake my head and sit up surveying them just as perplexed at their actions, or lack thereof, as they were at mine.

"They...everyone always straps me down when they put em on. There's.... a bar for between my teeth so I can't hurt them...I'm just used to-"

"Being treated like less of a person?" Katniss snaps

"Not like I've ever had a choice princess!" I snap back feeling stupid

"Well, you do now! Just tilt your head back!" she huffs irritably

"We don't want to put these, things, on you. Believe that. We only are because you asked" Leegs shakes her head as she explains

I nod than tip my head back obediently and pop my mouth open, extending my tongue to give him full access. Finnick easily slips it around my top row and clicks it securely in place. I widen my jaw a little until they fit comfortably on the inside of my cheeks, giving Finnick a thumbs up once they are. Peeta leans forward with his hands on his knees now, eyeing me with anticipation.

"Ready?"

"Ready" I lisp around the guard

My eyes narrow when I realize he's covered his mouth with his hand and is trying to stop from laughing at my newly acquired lisp. I always get it with the mouth guard. It's just much more comfortable in Beetee's than the too small ones Snow had me in. Finnick gingerly pulls me to my feet and rehooks my nail guards into place. Gale comes with us without a word. Good. This could just be seen as guy talk.

I wait until we've gotten a little way away from the camp before I start to talk. Gale and Finnick keep an 8-foot distance behind us as Peeta walks beside me. He doesn't seem concerned about me attacking him as his hand brushes mine every so often, quite warm against my cool skin. I'm beginning to think he's doing this on purpose when I realize he had in fact moved closer the more we walked.

"I... I wanted to know"

"About the train" he finishes thankfully cutting to the chase

"I slept with you?" I nod trying not to feel like an idiot "A lot"

"If you mean literally sleep, then yes. After the first games...you never really could without me"

"I wonder if I ever could" I mumble feeling bitter about my insomnia

"I hear you don't so well these days"

"I wouldn't know. It's hard to keep track. They drug me a lot to undilute my memories. It's hard to tell when I'm awake and when I'm not. So... I never had sex with you?"

"No" he coughs "Do you remember differently?"

"Yes...I mean. I think so"

"Tell me about it"

I glance behind us and see that while watchful, Finnick and Gale are otherwise interested in their own conversation. Finnick shoots me an encouraging smile before shooing me to look forward with a wave of his trident. I look back at Peeta and move over to the trees, leaning against one, arms crossed over my chest to tuck my trembling hands away.

"It's too shiny when I try to see your eyes...but" I swallow shakily running my hand through my hair again

"But?"

"It starts off fine but then when you're kissing me..."

I choke again and have to clench my teeth to fight the headache I feel trying to form.

"It doesn't feel like the 'you' I think I remember. This one is... Rough. Mean. Smacks me when I ask you to be gentle" I sigh

"Not real" he asserts with an appalled shake of the head.

"It's fuzzy when you're nice. I like that one better. You don't compare me to her in that one"

He doesn't have to ask to know who I'm talking about and I'm happy that he doesn't.

"Tell me about it"

"You...you're sweet. Gentle. Make me feel safe. I don't ever feel that way anymore" I shake my head trying to get this to make sense "You call me sweet names in this one. Always ask before touching me. You...like my scar. Mean Peeta hurts me with it. You make me feel good when you touch it"

Now I'm blushing and my hands are shaking.

I shouldn't like this. I'm not supposed to.

"Real"

My eyes meet his and I realize he's come much closer. I'm shaking but I don't know why. Fear? Longing? Trepidation. Uncertainty. What exactly do I feel for this boy that I'd been so convinced was trying everything he could to kill me? Especially when he looked at me the way he did now, as if I held all his heart in my hands. I look over his shoulder for Gale and Finnick. They've moved closer too and I'm grateful.

"I... asked to touch you. You told me I could" I breathe not realizing my pupils have contracted to slits reflecting the heat I felt sweep through me.

"Real" he husks

Why does he keep moving closer? They've broken me to kill him. He should hate me as much as they'd programmed me to despise him. But I don't shove him back either. I watch him warily as he steps into my bubble.

Maybe we both have a death wish?

***

Peeta had no intentions on pushing you tonight. He just wanted to see why you remembered the train the way you did. It was seeing the way you spoke about that night on the train that spurred him into movement. It was practically impossible for you to hide your emotions after Snow had your eyes altered. Not to mention Peeta had already practically been an expert in reading your body language having learned during your first games together.

You were scared but not for the reasons you claimed.

That was the only time you'd touched one another that intimately. Even then, you'd focused on his pleasure, even as you came and soaked his fingers. You wanted to watch him, your mouth greedily sucking at his bottom lip.

For some reason you hadn't told him, you were hesitant to let him all the way in, but Peeta was patient. To see you come unraveled first at his touch had made him explode in your warm hands too.

Your lips part and your eyes dart over his shoulder again, but he doesn't want your eyes on Gale and most especially not Finnick. Not when he can see the desire sparkling in them. Not when he had to watch you snuggle against Finnick while it was his name you whispered in your sleep. Or when it was Finnick who wiped the tears from your cheeks while you whimpered from nightmares and not him. Or when you'd happily kissed Finnick.

No. Peeta needed you to look at him.

Stepping closer so that he hovered just above you, Peeta placed his hands by either side of your waist, flat on the tree trunk, so he was almost touching you. Peeta likes that your back bows naturally, reacting on memories it wasn't aware of, while your breath quickens craving for him to touch you.

"What else?"

"I did. You let me", you swallow and bite your lip

Peeta doesn't say it but he sees your eyes drop to his fly before quickly darting back up to his. He wants you to remember that night the right way. He would never hurt you, especially not when you were trusting him at your most vulnerable. For them to warp your memories to believe he had...he wanted them obliterated. Peeta would rewrite every stolen kiss and touch they'd robbed of you.

"Real" Peeta hummed dipping his neck so his lips hovered just above yours

"I asked you to touch me too. Together we...You kissed me as I came" you begin to whisper wincing as if you'd been pricked by something

"Very real"

Peeta knew these were dangerous waters he was treading but he'd been holding back for so long. He raised his hands slowly, making sure that you could see every move he made. It was clear that the things about him you loved the most were what they focused on scaring you away from. It was abundantly clear from day one that his hands were on that list. You always watched them as if they would enclose around your throat. Even now you did yet you still wouldn't move away seemingly searching for answers of your own. Peeta's hands cup your cheeks and he can't help the way his heart sings when you nuzzle into them the way you used to.

"You've been rough with me. A few times. Mean Peeta is so rough with me"

"Not real. I would never. Not unless you asked me to" Peeta shakes his head tilting yours up so he can look into your icy gray eyes

"I can't separate them. I'm trying but I can't" you gasp shakily with tears in your eyes

"Let me show you, please love?" Peeta pleads lowly as his wet lips hover just above yours

"I don't want to hurt you" you whisper as a tear of honest fear rolls over your cheek, terrified of doing so even with the mouth guard and cuffs

Peeta wipes it away gently with another shake of the head.

"You won't" he smiles before his lips cover yours

Your cuffed fingers clutch the front of his shirt as you arch your neck, pushing your body closer to his. It had been too long since he'd felt your lips. Peeta slips his tongue between your plump lips, reveling in the soft moan that shakes your frame as he explores your mouth, sucking on your lips and tongue. He knows how weak it makes you when he suckles your hypersensitive tongue. His left-hand stays cupped on your cheek as his right rests on your hip, thumb caressing the tip of the scar across your belly in small pressured circles. Other than Cinna only he was ever allowed to touch it. When you pull back with an excited gasp, Peeta sees the flash of recognition in your eyes.

Yes.

Peeta doesn't wait before he captures your lips again, pulling your hip against his and sliding the fingers of his right up to thread through your hair. Your body curls into his just the way you used to, molding with him like the perfect piece to his puzzle that you are. Peeta nibbles your bottom lip before pulling your tongue between his lips again, loving how you whimper so softly in his mouth. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

"Which feels real?" He exhales against your lips

"Gentle Peeta" you sigh "I-I wanted to but...I can't..."

Your pupils dilate widely and before Peeta can register what's happening, you shove him so hard away from you that he stumbles backwards into another tree.

"You're a liar" you hiss

Peeta sees it's not at him. Your eyes are fixed on a point somewhere deep in the woods and they're petrified.

"It's not him. I'm the mutt. I'm the monster. It's me!" You start to screech while pulling at your hair

Peeta starts forward but you snap your jaws in his direction in alarm, your eyes not really seeing anything around you, as you attempt to keep him away from you. Gale snatches Peeta backwards, keeping him at a safe distance.

"It might do more harm than good if it's you" he whispers in Peeta's ear to stop his struggling

"No, you lied! It's not him! It's me! I won't! I won't hurt him for you!" You wail as tears of resignation fall down your face. You move so rapidly as you suddenly pull the strap of your restraints against your throat, lock the strap around your throat then pull backwards in a clear attempt to strangle yourself against the tree behind you. You glare defiantly before choking out your final words "I'm done being in your games"

Finnick is on you in seconds. He's tackled you to the ground as you continue to scream at someone who isn't here. Peeta's eyes are wide with concern and he's trying not to shake in his distress. Within moments you're knocked unconscious by Finnick, who's activated the sedative in your collar. After bundling your slumped form up in his arms, his trident now across his back, he tucks your face away into his neck.

"Hmm" he chuckles under his breath walking over to Peeta and Gale "That went well"

"Who do you think she was talking to?"

"Snow" Peeta's answer is immediate and clipped "And that was a fucking disaster. I just made it worse"

"I don't know Peeta. I think that was a clearer answer than I ever got out of a girl", Gale shrugs as they make their way back to the camp "And I've had girls flat out tell me they liked me"

"What do you mean?"

Gale sighs with exaggeration but Peeta can tell he's not genuinely annoyed at him. Finnick has mercy and explains better, having the most experience in these matters.

"We learned about one thing that happened during her capture today. Can you imagine going through just that? Despite everything they made her forget, altered or put her through, that fear is there. The bloodlust just, isn't. You can't force the mind to just do what you want it to, no matter how much trackerjacker venom you've got. She literally tried to kill herself when the programming attempted to take over. She could have easily choked you instead. Bit your tongue out of your mouth. Anything. But she turned her own restraints back onto herself to protect you. If that doesn't scream that someone loves you more than their own life, I don't know what does", Finnick explained transferring you out of his hood so your face was no longer hidden in his neck. He shifted your weight for Peeta to see your tear-stained cheeks and bruised throat "Every day for weeks. Brainwashed. Tortured, with one thought left in her mind. To kill you. And she just can't bring herself to do it. That kind of love is a lot of things, but it isn't weak"

The group made it back to the camp after this, the squads eyes falling on your slumped form in Finnick's arms.

"What happened?" Boggs sighs

He came over and inspected Peeta's face and neck, his hand on his chin, tilting his face this way and that. He released him when he saw there were no marks.

"Peeta kissed her" Finnick snickers

"So... she fainted?" Leegs chuckles

"No" Peeta snaps wanting nothing more than to take you from Finnick's arms and tuck you out of sight.

"She kissed him back and everything was fine. We blink for five seconds and she's trying to kill herself" Gale sighs running a hand through his black wavy hair

"Damn Peeta, I didn't know you were that bad" Messalla teases

"She was fine! Then I don't know...something snapped. She started to hear Snow. She was yelling at him"

Peeta shoots Finnick an annoyed look before Finnick realizes he's still got you in his arms. It's making it hard for him to focus. With a teasing smile, Finnick slips to his knees and slides you inside the tent before reemerging and joining everyone by the fire.

"What did she say?" Johnson asks seriously

"She was a mutt. She was done playing in his games. Then she turned her restraints on herself" Peeta sighs rubbing his eyes tiredly

"That all?"

"No. He's being painfully obtuse with you on purpose" Gale rolls his eyes "They kissed. They talked about what happened on the train some more and she lost it after. Like some mirror piece had fallen into place and she couldn't stand her reflection or something. She was ready to die so she'd never hurt him. It was in her eyes"

"Keep a closer watch on her. She'll try it again" Cressida sighs

"To kiss Peeta?" Messalla snickered

Peeta really hoped so.

"To kill herself. If that's the decision she's made, it's likely that she'll try again to keep Peeta safe. If she's warring with the fact that she has feelings for him and that she's supposed to kill him out of an unshakable fear, then she will try it again. She's chosen death over being the cause of Peeta's" Finnick explains with a sad shake of the head

"None of us will let that happen" Boggs nods and everyone in the group nods their assertion

***

"Did you?" Haymitch asks lowly, his eyes as hard and sad as mine

I don't answer because I don't want to upset him.

"Yes" Peeta's voice is low and dark as he answers for me

"When?"

"When we were coming from underground. There was a tunnel full of mutts. They almost had Finnick and Katniss. She was almost out but she hurled herself back and went wild on them when one of them bit Finnick and pulled him back down. Managed to practically toss Finnick and Katniss up the ladder, even with her hands bound. She was climbing back up, almost out herself and then...I don't know"

His arms tighten and I can feel the shudder that goes through him. I know that day had terrified him. To see me just let go, to think he'd have to live without me. I'd never make it up to him but I was hellbent on trying.

"I was ready to die. I had saved everyone I needed to. What worth was my life anymore?" I sigh guiltily

"Tell me about it" Haymitch leans forward, handing Peeta some of the clear liquor that I gratefully take from his warm hands as he slides it into mine.

"We'd lost Boggs and few others but we were so close"

#i ship it #romance #peeta x reader #peeta mellark smut #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #peeta #peeta fanfiction #thg peeta #peeta smut #peeta hg fanfiction #smut fanfiction #hunger games fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #survivors remorse #part six

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abbyslev · 11 months

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𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺

A/N: as the middle child, i would like to say being a sibling is the best and worst thing ever. ANYWAY HERES SOME CUTE LITTLE HCS I WROTE MONTHS AGO PLS ENJOY

WARNINGS: mentions of death, angst and whatever else

HANGE

calmer one of the two

levi prefers you over hange ( or so he says we all know he loves hange)

you’re more brawn than brain

hange is like a mastermind

you capture titans for hange

Hanges older smfh they won't let you live in peace

“Can you-” “no.” “IM OLDER”

hanges actually pretty protective they just won’t say it out loud

levi enjoys watching you two fight

“I SAID MOVE!” “YOU FOUR-EYED FUCK!” while levi’s in the corner enjoying this

one time hange made this fart noise thing and put it under your seat, and when you sat down it made a loud fart

IN THE CAFETERIA IN FRONT OF LEVI AND ERWIN AND ALL THE FUCKING SCOUTS

no one believes that hange pranked you with it so the scouts call you “commander fart”

you choked hange that night

moblits so kind to you like KING

hange gets all excited and grabs you and shakes you so aggressively

if something or someone bothers hange you now have to kill the person

when hange loses their eye you’re kind to them but now you just bully hange

“hey look- oh wait” “YOU’RE NOT FUNNY ”

you help hange around with caring for it and stuff

also help hange through moblits death </3

you were close w erwin so hanges all like <3333

back to the bullying tho

hange makes sure you’re safe in the front lines <3

yelena tries to hit on you and hanges NOT having it

you and hange gush over the guns and new weapons Onyakopon showed you two

Levi’s trying to shut you two up

10/10 duo

ANNIE

Annie tried to keep you from becoming a titan so she took it herself

they ended up giving you another one because you also fought really well

annie’s all upset cause she wants you to live

you actually enjoy your time in paradis and annie’s all like “we have a mission stupid bitch”

one time annie chewed you out cause you hung out w sasha (you’re in love w her) and annie was like “you can’t be doing that, we have a mission” and you were like “FUCK YOU” and annie slammed the door and locked you out for the night. she was not having it

you and reiner are like twins and annie’s hates you both

you joined the scouts and ofc annie was like “okay you’re gonna die you stupid fucking brat but whatever no one likes you anyway”

those little night bonfire meetups would just end up in your and annie arguing

bertholdt takes your side and annie fucking FLAMES HIM

“i mean… we do need someone to bring us information from the scouts. Levi favors them and reiner could just be backup. I could bring the information to you, Annie.” “and who asked you? everytime you speak it makes me want to smash my head against a wall.”

she just wanted you to live

annie’s actually sweet she just won’t let that show through

once everyone was revealed from their titan form you had to fight along side w them

sasha hated you and annie had to comfort you :(

once annie was in that crystal everyone started targeting you

“are you a titan too???!!!” and all you could say was no

annie was your main concern when the rumbling started

you never left her side after that <33

MIKASA

ofc you grew up w eren around too

it hurt to see mika so in love w eren

you also could fight really well thanks to mika

when you joined the scouts w her she could tell you had a crushhhhhh

you would sit with sasha and just talk and talk and mika would be like :3

you and armin gang up on her sometimes

she cuts her hair and you help her <3

she has her scarf and mika gave you this cool bracelet you wear all the time

she protects you with her life and she can be affectionate sometimes <3

you and armin bicker cause he wants to be smart and mika always takes his side

meatrider

“mika you only take his side because you like him more than me.” “and?”

you get mad at her when she gets all worried about eren like girl

you comfort her because she’s an emotional person okay

when the rumbling starts you can tell mikasa has sort of lost herself

when eren said he hated you both you just stared and and blinked at him

ofc mika protected him from armin

when armin got into the fight mika was staring and you had to stick up for that poor boy

you then tried to fight and mika stood up for him again like MOVE

mad at eren but mika’s like “he has a plan ok:(“

mikasa becomes more protective, she can’t lose you either :(

you’re very mad at eren for causing mika to worry and stuff

overall, you just want mikasa to be happy but it’s so hard :(

SASHA

Levi swears he’s gonna kill one of you one day

you two drive him nuts

drive everyone nuts tbh

you, connie, jean and sasha are just uncontrollable

sasha likes food like she’s never eaten before

you’re more tame

you always share half with sasha, it makes you smile seeing her eat food like that

sasha’s so good with her bow and you’re better with ODM gear

sasha drives you crazy but you still love her

you killed a titan that almost killed her and you were scolding her and she’s like “I PROMISE TO GOD I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK ME THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME PLS.”

she in fact did not keep this promise

she always sleeps on your bed with you

makes her feel at home

when you guys found kaya she threw you and kaya over that bridge and made you run

willing to die for you

you guys saw your dad and you’ve ever seen sasha so happy

so cute

sasha knows you have a crush on mikasa YOU CANT HIDE IT FROM HER

when the war of Marley starts Sasha’s all serious

proud of you all and sasha makes sure to let you know you did amazing

when you lost sasha you lost yourself

connie tries to comfort you but tbh you both just sit on the floor facing each other in silence

you take care of kaya and keep your parents safe <3

YELENA

you’re a bit shorter but still tall asfk

tbh yelena doesn’t care that much

she meatrides zeke and eren so you’re just kinda there to help

you’re really good at artillery so yelena uses that to her advantage

you get along with hange so well and yelenas like “you’re fucking up the plan.”

you don't really care you like your new friends

one time someone pointed a gun at you and yelena didn’t even hesitate to shoot them

so she cares but she won’t show it <3

when the general broke her arm you fixed it for her and she didn’t even mumble a thank you

you and onyakopon are best buddies

there’s not much to say yelena just bosses you around and demands shit

LEVI

BUCKLE IN PLS it’s a wild ride

he makes up these stupid rules like “NO DATING ANYONE” “STAY OUT OF MY WAY”

if Hange or anyone shows a slight interest in you he will go feral

everyone is amazed at the way you talk back to him

“Didn’t I tell you to clean out the cabinets?” “Get out of my face, shorty.”

he makes you train extra hard bc he hates you (he actually does it to protect you but wtv)

you always reply with “no” to everything he says

you actually clean really well because he raised you like that

you’re an extremely talented fighter bc of levi

you and levi = deadly duo

when kenny shows up he tries to target you first bc he knows that’s levi’s only weak spot. he raised you and levi together but saw you as the brains more than the fighter

makes sure that you’re not in complete danger, still lets you fight on the front lines because he knows they need you

he can tell you have a thing for hange

“do you like shitty glasses” “THEIR NAME IS HANGE AND NO I DO NOT”

sometimes he just needs your presence to feel better

silence and tea with you is his therapy

he likes seeing you hunched over some book. he likes seeing you at peace

never says good night but will peek into your office sometimes to check in on you

he smiles (A VERY SMALL SMILE OK) when he sees you asleep on your desk with papers scattered everywhere

leaves you there bc lets be real he will not carry you to bed

“Did you get taller?” “That's 100 laps.”

cannot handle you and hanges energy

one time you and hange went to jump in puddles and you came home dirty and he was like “you filthy fuck”

you guys share a love over tea

when the attack on Marley happened you could see the FEAR mold into Zekes face when he remembered there were two of you AND MIKASA??? DEATH.

Levi made sure to keep you safe that whole mission

was sad at you being upset ab sasha’s death

when Zeke was imprisoned w him you were there too

you blame yourself because Levi jumped in front of you when the thunder spear exploded

you thought you lost him

HANGE TO THE RESCUE

you got minor injuries

“Levi, you are so fucking stupid i’m gonna kill you!!” “You’re still as annoying as ever.”

levi lets you know you’re strong and that he doesn’t regret almost dying for you (savor this bc he not letting this happen again)

you tend to his wounds :(

hange tends to yours and Levi’s suspicious of y’all

overall you love being his sibling 10/10

JEAN

good god no one even knows your related by the way he treats you omfg

“don’t talk to me, don’t embarrass me, don’t even look at me.”

he actually broke his own rules and talked to you first

“Jean, do you like Mikasa?” “Remember when you pissed your pants? Yeah. Shut up.”

You joined the Scouts and ofc he joined to watch over you

“I thought we agreed on the Garrison.” “YOU said that. Not me.”

he thinks the scouts are pretty fun

“Do you like Sasha or something?” “JEAN THATS ENOUGH.”

actually gets you and sasha to date <3

you tell connie embarrassing stories ab jean and he choked you

you laugh so hard and cheer eren on when he fights jean

#fuckjean

jk we are a #jeanfanpage

when your mom visits you get all excited and jeans like “act normal”

once the war of marley starts you cut your hair and jean lowkey shed a tear #mullettwins

he loves you sm and he made sure you were not in danger the whole time

when you lost sasha you literally tackled gabi and jean was like :(

you ran to jean and sobbed in his chest while he had one arm around you </3

you call him captain

HES A GOOD LEADER OK

jean keeps you close and refuses to let you be close to danger <3

jeans a good brother ok:(

ARMIN

you basically bullied his ass

you deeply care for your little nerd

he’s actually older but wtv

you’re the fighter and he’s the brains

you two are literally a deadly duo

like he plans the attacks and you execute them like YES

he can tell you like annie

jealous

GET AWAY ARMIN THATS MY WIFE

he’s actually so supportive

one time you got onto him and he roasted you back so you tackled him

“armin, shut the fuck up.” “remember when you stuttered because-” *table goes flying*

levi gives you both laps like bro chill

you teach him how to fight

you basically give up but he gets better

when he died you died but he’s ok and alive now ig

now you can’t fight him cause he says he’ll blow you up :/ party pooper

jk when he’s asleep you and connie pour water on him

when annie’s out of that crystal and you found out he’s like !!GAY ALERT!!

when he got that haircut all the girls wanted him and no one paid attention to your sexy ass anymore

you protect armin with your life <3

“How are they taller, but you’re older, Armin?” “THATS NOT FUNNY JEAN!”

he lowkey is a goat and you just sit back and watch proudly

now when armin gets stronger he defends you with his life

when eren sits you all down he said if you even move he kills armin

beat armin up and you lowkey got scared so you couldn’t defend armin

swore to kill eren and he’s like “:| oh i’m so scared.”

eren said that you just defend armin and that was your whole point in life was to defend a “weakling”

tried to beat erens ass but armins like “it’s ok leave it alone.”

you just love armin and hate to see him hurt

armins an awesome brother <3 he promised to show you the outside world

REINER

PLSSS pray that no one messes w you

he’s like those corny ass people that are like “mess with her, mess w me”

reiner pls stop

its kinda cute tho like he cares sm :D

YOU GOT A COOL TITAN AND WHEN YOU TWO FIGHT HE DOES THIS THING WHERE HE THROWS YOU AND YOU ATTACK ITS SO FUCKING COOL ISKZUKAJSJSJ

annie crushes on you and reiner is like :o

you can tell reiners like super depressed when y’all get back to marley

gabi and you try and make him feel better

you like to sit next to him and trace little shapes on his arm

hey he’s a big scary man but he just needs to be loved

protects you w his life

confessed that he also felt like giving up and you made sure to let him know that you loved him

you would have bake offs where you would purposely mess up your food just so he could win

pieck has a thing for you and reiners like “GO FOR IT”

when war on marley started he wanted to make sure you were ok :(

begged you not to fight but your titan was strong and they needed you

you two were flawless out there <3

just pls let reiner know he is loved

be a good sibling ok he needs it

EREN

fucking god

he’s like so annoying and he never wants you in his way

“MOVE” “eren that’s why your ass got beat”

you ofc join the scouts because of him

you’re in love w mika but she’s in love w him :(

when he becomes a titan you get picked on

levi kicked you cause you jumped in front of eren cause levi was gonna kick him

eren got all mad like woah jamal don’t pull out the 9

you can tell he starts losing himself in all of this

at some point he says things are changing and you two won’t be the same

it upset you :( he was your only brother

zeke wanted you on his side

that’s why he tried taking you and eren

you put up fight and told him he would never take you

so eren just told zeke ab you and how smart you were

this made zeke more determined

NOW levi didn’t let ts slide

you lost all hope for eren and you became closer to levi and hange and stuff

when the war of marley started eren looked so different you couldn’t even believe it was him

you were very upset at him you couldn’t even look at him

he stared in awe at you:( you looked just like your mom

all the years he was gone, he missed you a lot

you stood in the corner looking down the whole time while he talked to you in the aircraft

zeke was like :3 the whole time bro was just excited to meet his sibling

you didn’t reply or anything :( it just hurt that he left out of nowhere

then you found out sasha died and everything came crashing down

when all the jeagerist stuff was happening you had to find a way to sneak around town

flotch knew you would refuse to join so eren ordered him to forcefully bring you to him

when eren had y’all sit in at that table oh god nooooo

in a nutshell, he basically said he hated how you follow orders and was willing to die for the scouts. He said you deserved to be free and if you were against him, you were against your own blood.

he made you cry and armin was not having it

he had you locked up and you literally wanted to cry and scream at him

overall 0/10 hes mean

CONNIE

OH MY GOD YES

bros just here to have fun

you guys are twins

but you’re cuter (duh)

he knows you have a crush on sasha

you two make everything into a competition

you two join the scouts :)

he’s there to protect you but he just says he wants to beat you at everything

never a dull moment

you sneak food out for Connie, Sasha and Jean.

you two can’t be serious

once the war starts Connie starts being more protective

he won’t let you fight frontlines, he makes you tail behind him, Sasha or Jean so they can protect you

he’s excited to get some action but at the same time he doesn’t want you to get hurt

you’re pretty strong so you carry multiple thunder spears

connie distracts them while you bomb them

badass siblings

once sasha dies you and connie lose it

you lost your gf and connie lost his other twin

you two never really recover yk since she died in your arms and connie was telling everyone sasha was hurt

it was so bad you were putting pressure on her wound and crying and Connie was freaking out and Jean was in shock

Connie was there for you and made sure you were ok

10/10 brother would recommend

ERWIN

GOD

he’s really cool, as serious as he is

he makes you hanges assistant

he knows you’re in love w hange that’s why

you still have to salute to him and shit like bro chill

levi thinks you’re pretty cool

you’re like a mini erwin

you’re so good at fighting and hanges all like *insert hange blushing*

erwin likes to just sit down and talk to you at night it’s like a little stress reliever

you scold him for putting to much pressure on himself

when they said erwin was to be executed you lost it bruh

like NOT MY BOY ERWIN

once he loses that arm you stay by his side

you beg him to stay and not go out but he says he would die to find out the truth

you send levi to convince him but ofc look where that got y’all

you’re so mad at levi for saving armin instead of erwin

you genuinely thought erwin was gonna live

but no it was just some short kid with a bad haircut

you lost yourself and just really hung around hange and levi

10/10 brother you miss him a lot

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solar-halos · 20 days

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since it’s my bday today i thought i would make some odesta bday hcs!! :D

annie

• she’s having a themed bday party! in canon universe, it’s prob just a basic sea creature theme but in a modern au i think she’d be obsessed with those who dunnit murder mystery things. finnick would write out the script (spoiler: the culprit is buttercup)

• also i hc that she has a winter bday (even tho she’s a gemini at heart) so they have cute bonfires at the beach. shes wearing finnicks hoodie before they even arrive at the function

• i think she’d be a bundt cake girlie. in senior yr our fav teacher got us little mini ones and i think she’d really like the strawberry cheesecake flavored one

• not to be a debbie downer but i think she’s 100% a bday morning/night crier

• bedazzled bday girl tiara. hot pink feather boa. cat eye sunglasses. she is so ready to seize the day

• i think it’d be cute if finnick bought her little charms for her bracelets. after they’re together for a few years her collection obviously grows and she jingles when she walks

• she falls asleep w all her makeup on. finnick tried to take it off for her beforehand but she got too sleepy so he wakes up with mascara smudges on his shirt the next morning

finnick

• he definitely has a summer birthday. he and annie (and the gang in a modern au) spend it on the beach ducking under the waves and playing around like sea otters

• at first i was like “he’s a bday crier too” but honestly i think in any universe finnick would find some sort of comfort in aging

• he’s getting an ice cream cake. some sort of chocolate + strawberry combo

• he wakes up to annie blowing a birthday horn in his face. she didn’t use it to wake him up or anything she was waiting until he woke up on his own and instead of saying good morning she just starts going ham with it

• she makes him a birthday boy sash. johanna clowns the fuck out of him for it (when the time comes, she will be receiving her own sash for her bday. she wears it religiously)

• she’s baking finnick something obviously but i also think she’d maybe get a hoodie and embroider something on it for each birthday they spend together (this is similar to the charm bracelet she has, so after a few years together it’s like this giant mishmash of pretty patterns). annie is so horrible from keeping bday surprises from him

bonus

i hc that mags loves to bake but she’s not very good at it, so every bday she makes annie and finnick a sleeping beauty type cake that’s titling and has drippy icing and everything. and they obviously love it

#odesta #annie cresta #guys this is my first queued post ever #i’m basically time traveling rn #anyway when this publishes i’m officially no longer gonna be a teenager :o #that is so strange #i’ll also probably be crying (just like annie)

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theneversincorrect · 1 year

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amalia: it's not gay if i want to date penance as buddies, right?

harriet: i'm not an expert but that sounds pretty gay.

annie: i’m an expert. that’s gay.

#the nevers (hbo)#the nevers #incorrect the nevers #the nevers incorrect #incorrect quote #incorrect quotes #source: tumblr #amalia true #penance adair #trudair #truepenance #amalia x penance #penance x amalia #annie carbey #bonfire annie #harriet kaur

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twistsandturnsrp · 3 months

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The Nevers RP

currently searching for any & all canon and original characters for roleplay based on HBO's The Nevers

18 and up, please!

check this blog's pinned post for information & a link to the discord server

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stonebutchstories · 2 years

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Spent Smoke

Submissive stone butch service top/ Dominant butch bottom

Mathilda is the OFOS tough guy of the group. Or, that’s what her butch friends assume, anyways. There are some long-needed revelations at the last bonfire party of the season that leads to an unexpected new experience for Matt and the grouchy butch who she just can’t seem to get along with.

cw: characters get into a verbal argument, discussion of gender dysphoria and homophobia/transphobia within the lgbt community, spitting, smoking, D/S, use of petnames (puppy, sir), degradation, humiliation, face slapping, oral sex, non-stone character is partially unclothed, stone character is clothed/only touched on their packer, outdoors.

“Straight people always talk like strapping is a selfless act, and I don’t wanna speak for everybody, but to me, that’s bullshit. I get way into it.”

Ryan is ranting about strapons again. This is pretty regular at this point, if he gets even one drink in him he can’t shut up about it.

“Here he goes.” Maya rolls their eyes.

“I’m like, I mean- I hope we can be real here - I’m like closing my eyes and-“ he presses finger to temple, miming a telepathic gesture, humming like a ufo.

The guys break into percussive little hisses, not quite laughter- the kind you only make at rude jokes. We all came out this weekend to Ryan’s for a bonfire, probably the last one of the season. It’s starting to get chilly and everyone is compensating with layers, except for Ryan, who is drinking the glow into his cheeks and thoroughly making a fool of himself. We’re all entertained, though. But my attention isn’t on him.

Annie shoves his shoulder.

“Man, cmon-“ she doesn’t enjoy the drunken carrying on. She doesn’t really enjoy much of anything, as far as I can tell. She’s the designated hater, an up-and-down contrarian.

“It’s like the fucking drift!” Ryan interjects. “You feel it! If you’re cool and gay enough. I mean, I know I do.”

Scattered nods to that. I can definitely relate.

“It’s not like- God, Ryan, you can’t be comparing sex to Pacific Rim and expecting us to believe you’ve had any.” Annie laughs.

“Fuck you!” Ryan grins. He reaches for his coozy, intent on overdoing it tonight. “What’s it like, then?”

Annie’s jaw snaps closed just a little too suddenly, and she hesitates just a second with the stuttering response. That’s all it really takes- we know what we know, and we know Annie doesn’t.

“You’ve never-?” Maya asks in hushed tones.

“I have!” She’s red. “I have many times.” She says it under her breath, the kinda way where it’s pitiful how obvious the lie is.

“What!!? Annie, I thought you were a dom. You’ve never strapped?” Ryan’s a little too gone for subtlety.

She rolls her eyes. “Domming and strapping aren’t synonyms, dumbass. Don’t you know the difference?”

I chime in for the first time all evening. “I don’t.” I do know, but I’m being purposefully obtuse- I wanna know more.

Annie’s jaw sets on edge a little, tension straining her face. She squints a little when she has to make eye contact with me, like it stings her to do it. “I mean like… I’m the dominant one, but I’m also the one...”

The air goes stale as her thought trails off. The boys are not jeering and laughing- we are intent listeners with eyes fixated on her. Everybody’s heard about Annie being a dom, but we’re eager to satisfy the curiousity about how exactly she does it.

She clears her throat, dispelling the dizzy atmosphere. “Whatever. I’m not giving you guys free tips. Keep being boring and cishet-adjacent and conflating shit.”

“Annie, we all took gender studies. We know.” Ryan tries breaking the tension with some banter. There’s no laughter, though.

“What about old school over here. They said they don’t.” Annie jabs a thumb at me. She doesn’t even deign to look my way or say my name.

Listen, I get it- I’ve always gone for the 50’s type dyke look. I tend toward the archetype, and I’m proud of that. The rest of the guys are up and down modern butches- pin jackets, basement stick and pokes, all sporting the infamous at-home clipper mullet. I do stick out from the rest of my guys- I tend to get handed the check. I know it upsets them, the way that even in a group of butch dykes there is a hierarchy of boyhood- and I know that they have assumptions about me because of that. But I’m happy to dispel them.

“I just wanted to know. But I’m submissive, actually.” I take a long pull of my cigarette, letting that one simmer.

Annie fractures, unable to contain her surprise.

I nod, exhaling in her direction. I shift my posture a little more upright. I’m the tallest in the group- and I know when I cross my arms I look imposing. Maybe it’s because I just told all my beloved and respected butch friends that I’m a sub, but I’m feeling a little nervous. It’s easiest to compensate by looking tough.

Annie’s shock transforms into a scowl. “I don’t believe you.”

“Annie!” Ryan scolds. “You literally JUST said we’re being open minded about this.”

“I don’t believe them, because I know, and we ALL know, they top. I know people they’ve topped. They’re not serious, they’re fucking with me. Because they think it’s funny.” Annie is indignant, copying my posture with acerbic sarcasm. “Because they don’t think I can be dominant, so they’re being fucking condescending and making a joke.”

I ash into my empty can. “You gotta stop assuming everybody’s out to get you, babe.” I lean back, spreading my knees apart. Peering over the bonfire, I can see how livid Annie is. She’s actually meeting my eyes now, and it makes my stomach drop. I think the nonchalant response was a misstep, because that look says I am dead meat.

“You know exactly why we assume people are out to get us, BABE. It’s how we stay alive. You know how it feels. That’s why I’m disappointed in this bullshit coming from you.”

Ryan looks at his shoes. Maya takes an extra big swig from her drink. I’ve incited Annie’s righteous homosexual fury.

“It’s immature to inflict that same shit onto your own community because you think butches have to be some greaser stereotype to be allowed in. I’m sorry you feel like the definition of butch is changing and it makes you mad, but I don’t apologize for pissing you off. Get over yourself.”

My face doesn’t shift. Too late to back down. “Annie, I think that’d be a profound criticism of me if I weren’t dead fucking serious.”

She guffaws. “So, what, you’re topping all these people just for shits and giggles? And you’ve secretly hated it all along?”

I shrug. “Hate is a strong word, but yeah. Essentially, yeah.”

Annie seems surprised. “But you…” She trails off, but then course corrects. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’ve been such a dick to me.”

Now, that throws me. “Excuse me??”

“Yeah, don’t think I didn’t notice. You treat the butches who don’t fit your ‘masculinity quota’ like dirt. You’ve been hanging out with us for years now and I’m the only person here you don’t make an attempt to be kind to, or even SPEAK to. You make it obvious you have a problem with the way I present.”

Now I’m bewildered. “I… have no problem with you.”

“Unbelievable!”

Ryan steps in again. “She’s not wrong, Matt. We all have kind of noticed it.”

“Oh, so you guys have KNOWN she was being this way and said nothing? Thanks a lot, guys. Fuck solidarity, I guess!”

“Seriously, Annie, I have no problem with you whatsoever-“

“You know, this is why I fucking HATE city queers. You act all collectivist and holier than thou and shit but completely abide by your friends treating each oth-“

“Annie, I’m genuinely lost. What is all this about?”

“The fucking staring! You stare me down everywhere you see me. When I wear nail polish and jewelry and skirts and shit, you look at my outfits with this just-“ she gestures. “Face of disgust and contempt. You act like you can’t stand to be near me. When I walk in the room you leave. And when you’re not running from me, you’re staring and judging and-“

“That’s not why I’ve been staring at you.”

She’s silent. Everybody is, actually.

I have been avoiding her, she’s right. Just not because I hate her. I take another pull, making any excuse to look away.

“Didn’t know you thought it was like that. That’s on me, I guess.”

Annie clears her throat. “What?”

I’m still staring squarely opposite her. “I wasn’t trying to upset you. I just didn’t know how to make a move. So I tried to give you space. To be a gentleman about it. Seems like it didn’t work.”

Everybody sits in an uneasy stunned silence. Annies mouth is open in shock. I haven’t been aware of it till now, but evidently this is a major revelation to a group of people who thought I was a masc dom top with a personal vendetta against any butch who didn’t perform perfect androgyny. I guess if that was my view of things, I’d be surprised too.

The awkwardness is broken (or maybe elevated) by Ryan keeling over to puke behind a tree.

“Fucking lightweight.” Maya mutters. She rushes to hold his hair back.

A few minutes pass as we tend to him, trying to get him back upright. I try not to look over at Annie. She’s standing and watching us from right where she was, still reeling.

Maya speaks on both of their accounts. “I’m gonna take him to bed, you two can talk it out.” They shuffle to collect shoes and bags. Ryan staggers to his feet, being assisted back on the trail from the backyard fire pit to his place. Between Maya and his partner inside in bed, I’m sure they’ve got it handled. I sit back down.

We avoid looking any particular way as the scuffling sounds of keyrings fade into the distance. They recede into the general chorus of the late season cicadas, right next to the hammering pulse in my ears.

I clear my throat. “You, um. You good?”

Annie blinks back to focus. “Sorry, yeah. I was just um. Re-evaluating the last four-ish years of my life with completely new eyes.”

I laugh uneasily. “Well, y’know. Now you know.”

She sits. “When did this start?” Her voice is small and unsure.

“Pretty much when I met you.” I decide to roll her a cigarette, I know she smokes and I need to keep my hands busy. I get out my canister and papers.

“Why?”

I shrug. “You’re my type. Passionate, intelligent. Little bit rude, especially to me. Not bad looking, either.”

Annie is a lot shorter than me, and abstains from the baggy cuts and concealing shapewear most transmascs in our group favor. She doesn’t flinch from her body and its femininity or its masculinity, and she’s read more books about both subjects than anybody else in the group combined. She wears bright colors and strange jewelry, and although she’s not what you’d call traditionally dykey, she has a distinct look and a boldness that is simply unmistakable. She’s a butch.

And that’s saying nothing about her face, which is something else entirely. Not masculine, feminine, pretty or ugly. Nothing else works- the only word for her is Annie. You’d have to meet her to know.

She chuckles. “Thought you hated the way I look.”

My nervous smile flattens. There’s a pit in my stomach, because I know I’m about to say something really dumb.

“I used to watch you at the bar, outside smoking. When you were talking to other people, smart people who could keep up with you- you’d smile without thinking about it. And if I was lucky and sitting on the right side, if that other person was funny enough, you’d show your broken tooth.”

She scoffs, embarrassed. She chipped a tooth skating last year and started calling herself a vampire. She’s a good sport about it, but I’ve kinda brought it up in out of nowhere.

“Gee. And I was about to give you credit for being nicer than you seemed.”

“Not like that! Sorry. I just mean that. You don’t let your insecurity get in the way of your joy. Like, ‘fuck anybody who tells me I’m not butch enough!’ That. You’re totally guided by your passions in spite of the world and judgement. I mean, you don’t always bind, that kind of stuff. I wish I could be like that! I dunno, maybe I WAS insecure around you at first, but I never hated you. Maybe I was jealous. Ive never laughed so hard that I forgot my chipped tooth. I’ve never been so happy I forgot to hate my body. And you have that all the time. You’re probably the coolest person I know. Why wouldn’t I f- or, Why wouldn’t I have feelings for you?”

After I embarrass myself with that pointless blathering, I lick the papers and slot them into the canister. I cant hand roll right now, I’m far too shaky.

“You should be. Secure, I mean. You look the part. Tough guy dyke with big biceps and a white tee. People look at you and see butch. You pass. I don’t. I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t part of why I resented YOU.”

I chuckle at her. “I don’t roll out of bed and pass. It’s a lot of work. Uncomfortable work, sometimes. And I’m never sure if the work is me being more true to myself or just overcompensating. I don’t know if I would have changed my diet, or my physique, or any of that shit if I wasnt If I wasn’t terrified of being perceived as a woman. I once threw away slippers because I was afraid someone at home might see them and think I was too feminine for wearing them.”

She laughs. “We’ve all been there, I think.”

I shrug. “That’s being butch, sometimes. It is how it is. Smart people, like you, get over it in time. But for me… the level of hysteric self policing I do for no good reason at all… If I were at all secure, wouldn’t I be allowing myself any margin for femininity?”

She considers. “I guess I just assumed those things didn’t appeal to you.”

I shrug. “Honestly, most of it doesn’t. Like, I’m not dealing with internalized misogyny when I say I would never EVER wear heels or makeup. But some of it does! There’s some stuff I always wanted to try but I’d just be terrified that people would use it as ‘proof’ to say I’m not ‘man’ enough. As if man even means anything. But, still, you know?”

Annie is quiet for a moment before she asks to clarify.

“Like what kind of stuff?”

I fidget. “Like… like submission, I guess.”

Silence again. My ears are hot.

“Have you never…?”

“Not since I was a ‘straight girl’. If you’d even count that. And by the time I came out I was too afraid of being seen as feminine by my partners to risk it. But I always wondered if it was bad just because it was men. Like, maybe I’d like it if it were someone…”

I trail off, incapable of finishing this thought. It’d be too real if I said it out loud.

“Someone-” Annie resets. “ who wasn’t a man?”

I clear my throat. I have to say it.

“Someone like you.”

Annie stares me down. It’s obvious by now, as if it hadn’t been for like three years. Annie isn’t exactly private about her desires, and all of us in our little queer group in town know the rumors of what kind of stuff she gets up to. (Some of my luckier friends have experienced it firsthand.) The truth is, I didn’t just want to be bossed around by some random lesbian in the typical way. If that were the case I would have had many opportunities already. I wanted her.

I am still stone, or, at least I think so. It’s been a reckoning with what I want for a few years now. Some parts of it feel incompatible. Some times I used to wonder if the way I like it is even something that exists. It’s been easier to just be a stone top, and I certainly don’t dislike it, but it’s not the entire truth. Then I met Annie. I had privately fantasized about dom bottoms, especially the pretty twinkish transmasc ones before. But putting a face to that daydream, thinking about giving her everything she wants, doing everything she tells me to… Of course, she hated me right away, and I’d never overstep, so I just admired from a distance. Which apparently only made her hate me more.

She stands from her little fold out chair and approaches me, closing the distance. She props a knee up on my lap, leaning into my space.

“You sure you want someone LIKE me…” she tips my chin up for us to meet eyes. “Or just me?”

Heat shimmers across my face and ears, and I know I’m bright red.

“Annie.” My hand rests at her jawline, trembling.

She takes the lumpy hand rolled cigarette from my hand.

“Light.” It’s not quite a question, not yet a command. But I obey.

She tips her head back as she takes a long drag, holding the breath for a moment too long, and then blows it in my face. My eyes water and eyelids flutter against the smoke. I bite my lip to contain a subtle whimper.

“I can’t believe you’ve been right under my nose.”

I sense a movement in her tone, a tautness and pull. Like she’s lacing up. She takes another pull, drawing me in by the chin to shotgun. Annie leans toward me, foreheads together and lips only barely apart. I try to lean into her mouth, but she stills me and tuts.

“No, no. Just take it.”

Christ alive. She holds me right where I am and lets me take her breath without kissing her lips. I try to slow my open-mouthed panting enough to inhale it. My eyes shut and I pray with everything I’ve got that she’ll let me kiss her tonight, if I behave. I want to behave.

Annie takes a seat in my lap, straining the little camper chair’s one person capacity. She takes turns switching off the cigarette between herself and shotgunning me. I know better than to speak unless spoken to, so the minutes pass by with only the sound of my breathing to fill them. As we hit the end, she leans back over herself to stub it out on the back of her hiking boot, and says something I completely miss. I was too focused on the curve of her neck into her collarbone, licked gently by flame and shadow.

“What?” I mumble.

She laughs. “I said you’re hard.”

I look aside, fists clenched at my sides. I guess at this angle, she can feel what she’s sitting on.

Annie runs her fingers through my hair. “If you want this, I mean like right now, tell me.”

I’m already ready. My body isn’t moving, but my mind is at its knees. I want it right now.

“Yes.” I nod, trembling fingers latching onto her belt loops.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” I’m slightly panting as she traces fingertips up my neck. “Please.”

Annie thumbs over my bottom lip, all confidence. She knows just how bad I want it, and that it’s all up to her when or if I get it.

“Please?” Annie’s holding back, maybe to tease. It’s working.

I don’t know what she’s trying to prompt me to say, but I’d say it a hundred times if she’d let me kiss her. I feel stupid and desperate and out of my body completely. I could give a shit if all my teeth are chipped and everybody knows. Annie’s in my lap.

She can see it on me now, the response she wanted. The feeling of control lids her eyes. She looks me up and down, and gives me what I asked so nicely for.

Annie’s lips are soft and full, and she kisses sweeter than I’d imagined. I know I’m shaking, and I hope she’ll chalk it up to the cold. She doesn’t open her mouth into mine much, just lets me enjoy this moment I’ve been waiting for without thinking about anything that might come next. She trails little incendiary touches up my torso and lets her arms rest at my shoulders, wrapping me in thick wool and flannel. Forgetting my hesitation, I wrap my arms around her too.

We both taste like campfire coals and ash and the river on the fifth of July. Spent smoke. The aftermath of the release of our grand romantic kinetic energy. All this waiting, and that explosive moment. After it all, it’s just me and the butch of my dreams. Annie pulls away first.

“Tell me how. Tell me clearly. I don’t fuck people who don’t know their own boundaries.”

I pause. “Nothing under the boxers. Chest is okay I think. No biting. I’m not into most pain stuff, but like, hair pulling and face slapping is appealing I guess. I like it because it’s degrading, not really because it hurts. And I really like… uh-“

This is almost too embarrassing to admit to someone who knows my full name and address and all my friends. I really hope I stay away from her bad side after today.

“I really like, um. Being called puppy.”

She leans back and her eyes go big. This has surprised her immensely and pleasantly. “Oh, you’re so sweet!” She peppers kisses to my neck, very soft. I think she’s trying to make sure I’m not self conscious about it. “I never get to play with puppies. This is gonna be so fun.”

I stutter. “Do I need like, a safeword or something?”

“Not unless saying ‘stop’ is gonna be a difficult for you in the moment. I never ever do any ‘no means yes’ kind of play though, so if I get the sense you’re uncomfortable I’ll stop. Though I’d really appreciate it if it’s more verbal. I don’t know your body yet, and I can’t always tell.”

“I can tell you. I don’t think I’m- I don’t think I’ll go quiet.”

“No?” She combs back my curls teasingly. “You loud, puppy?”

I’m stunned beyond reaction. She chuckles.

“Wonder if I can make you bark.”

I feel like I need to take a lap from that one. That crazy rollercoaster sinking feeling drops from my throat straight to my cunt. I would like that very much.

“Aww, weren’t you just saying you don’t get shy? That’s alright. Maybe better to save that for later, we don’t wanna wake up Ryan and them.”

I nod, a little lightheaded. “So there’s gonna be a later?”

Annie muses. “Depends. You gonna be a good boy?”

“Yes.”

She draws me in for another long, soft kiss.

“Good. For today, you’re not touching me unless I tell you to. Feel free to beg anyways, though. I like the way you say ‘please’. Got it?”

“Yes.”

She seems content with that. My hands return to my sides. Annie starts to grind her hips into mine. My eyes slam shut and I try to restrain my helpless sounds. Through the wincing and whimpering I can hear Annie’s smile start to darken.

“Y’know I really DID think you were kidding, puppy.” She traces a finger down my collarbone. “Looks can be deceiving.”

She rolls her waist down into me, concentric circles getting smaller and faster each time she grinds.

“Open your mouth?” She asks it like a question, testing the waters. I obey on instinct, and she marvels. “Good puppy!”

Fuck. Fuck. A needy noise escapes my open mouth, and she gently wraps her thumb and first finger around the base of my jaw, keeping me open for her. She makes no move to spit or shove fingers inside, just stares as drool beads at the end of my tongue, ready to drip all over myself. She tilts my head in different directions for better views, reveling in my useless tears and moans.

“Ohhh, I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me all this time.” She reaches down to the fly of her pants, using her unoccupied hand to touch herself. She gasps lightly, finding a comfortable rhythm.

I whine, open mouthed and jealous. I wanna touch it so bad. Thank god I’m allowed to beg.

“S-sir-“

She grasps my neck slightly.

“No, no, no puppy- you’re gonna call me my NAME.” She snakes a hand through my hair, tugging my head firmly to the side. She whispers into my neck- “People get names. But you aren’t a person right now, are you?”

I pinch my eyes shut and hold back a deep moan.

“Answer me.” She yanks my hair, hard.

“No.” I can’t say any more than that. I’m trying to keep it together.

“No, you’re not. What are you?”

I was hoping to hold out longer, not to get too worked up too fast. I have a little bit of dignity, don’t I?

She slides her hips up and down in a torturously slow pattern, and I can just barely hear how wet she is while her fingers pump in and out.

“Y-your puppy. I’m your puppy, Annie.”

She rewards me with a deep kiss, her tongue slipping all the way in and brushing across the roof of my mouth, making me yelp in surprise. When she wants to, she can kiss rough. I don’t usually get to let the person I’m kissing lead me like this. It’s a thrilling inversion, this thing I’ve been waiting and wishing for. I let her take control however she likes. She pulls away and laughs, all my collected spit stringing the two of us together. She did that on purpose.

“That’s right. Pathetic little puppy. You love to do what I say.”

I swallow. “Yes.”

“And you acted so tough, too! How embarrassing for you to end up like this.”

She unfastens my belt and pants and silently mouths ‘can I?’ to me, an aside in her dominance. I nod, hesitantly. I want her to use me however she likes, but I didn’t expect I’d need to hardpack today. It’s just my everyday soft packer, not really for anything besides alleviating dysphoria, much less penetration. But if she wants it, then by all means it’s hers to use.

“That must have been so hard for you, huh? Acting tough. Acting like you’re not just a worthless desperate toy.”

She strokes the back of her hand over my jeans, giving only the lightest sensation.

“Annie, please. I-“

She stuffs her fingers into my mouth, the ones she just had inside her. I’m not even mad she’s keeping me quiet, she just tastes so good.

“I’m so glad I get to see you like this. Aren’t you?”

I nod, but she does it for me anyways, dragging my head up and down with the fingers in my mouth. I feel so used, and I want more.

“Dumb little butch puppy. My favorite type of whore to use.”

Jesus Christ. My vision is starting to tilt and spin as I whimper. Annie is doing a number on me.

“Do you like that? You like when I degrade you?”

I nod shyly. She kisses my forehead.

“I’m gonna use your cock now, sweetheart, and you’re going to keep still and take it.”

Through the haze of my dizziness, I shake my head. Annie removes my fingers, pausing with concern.

“Y-you can’t.” I sputter.

“No?” She softens, worried she’s overdone it. I hold her spit-slick hand in reassurance.

“I’m not… uh, packing hard.”

“Ohh, I see.” The gears turn in her head. “You CAN’T get hard for me, can you? I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Sweet puppy.” She presses a kiss under my chin.

She breaks for a moment and peppers me with gentle kisses and insisting squeezes to my packer. It’s nice, and it makes my head get even fuzzier. Then she gets mean again.

“You know, I feel sorry for you-“ she reaches under my jeans to the fly of my packing shorts, fingers gently stretching the soft elastic. My back arches as she touches me, even indirectly. I groan. “You want it so bad, but you can’t get hard. Poor thing.”

She brushes over the silicone of my packer with an almost condescending air, patting it like the hood of a car. I swear to god I can feel every fingertip. I can’t get hard for her, no matter what she does or how completely and totally I want to submit to her. Annie knows this, of course. That’s what she’s mocking me for. She’s on the money, though, because this is definitely my sort of my thing.

“Please, Annie, can you use my fingers?”

She glares. “No.”

“I wanna please you, however I’m allowed to. I want-“

She grasps my chin firmly, tugging my jaw open and spitting into my open mouth. She laughs as I accept my humiliation.

“What would you do for it, puppy?”

“What?”

“What would you do for the chance to fuck me?”

I keep fists at my sides, squirming as she traces fingertips along my packer. She’s stroking up the shaft, and I feel a parallel ache under my boxers. Every movement she makes on my packer mirrors itself in my body, phantom sensation. My legs pinch together and I try to get my heaving breaths to slow. I cant focus enough for a specific answer, so I beg.

“I would do anything. Anything you tell me.”

Annie smirks. “Woooow, anything? How obedient. You must really like that, huh babe?”

God, hearing Annie call me babe is too much. I’ve been wanting this forever. It’s more enticing to be ‘babe’ than to be her puppy. Makes me think about what it’d be like to be with her full time.

“Mmmh, I can feel how desperate you are right now. It’s a shame you can’t get hard for me.”

I close my eyes again. It’s kind of a habit when I’m feeling too much too fast. Between our hips, I can feel the pressure of her movements, just barely enough to torment. She rights my shoulders insistently, commanding me not to look away. Annie whispers in a husky tone.

“Bet you’d like it if I was all bent over and submissive. Bet that’s what you’re used to. Tough guy like you, probably seen a hundred pretty bois and girls faking it for you, calling you daddy. Good for your ego, right?”

“Annie-“ I whimper. She’s grinding down hard against me, and I feel it all.

“You always get to be the big power dyke. But that’s not what you WANT, huh, puppy?”

“No.” I don’t feel myself speak, but I hear it. “No, it’s not.” I moan.

“Noooo, it isn’t, is it?” She pats my head condescendingly. “You wanna be someone’s toy. You wanna be an obedient little puppy.”

“F-fuck-“ I stammer.

She slaps me, quick and hot across my jawline. Her face has turned stony. “Language.”

“S-sorry, sir- Um. Annie.” I said sir again. I know not to make that mistake twice, or I’ll be in trouble. It thrills me knowing that I’m probably going to anyway.

Her sternness recedes. “Listen to yourself. Can’t remember the rules.” She traces fingers over my collarbone, making me flinch. “So hard to think straight like this. You feeing dizzy yet, puppy?”

My body stutters under hers, trying fruitlessly to buck my packer into her. My head feels warm and kinda buzzy. It’s hard to think, the way she moves over me and hangs onto the last syllable of every word for just a breath too long. I really am getting dizzy.

“You keep saying ‘sir’. You ever had a Sir before, puppy?”

I shake my head, a little to stupid to speak. Not too stupid to moan.

“Where’d you pick that up then, I wonder? That little habit, how did that creep its way in?”

Annie carries on asking me embarrassing questions. As she continues, she reaches back to her zipper. Annie ruts down on my packer, and I feel her two fingers stroking away from between layers of fabric and silicone. I can feel all the movement as it presses into me- I’ve been extra sensitive to even the slightest touch on T. Since starting I’ve also lost all my endurance. I used to be able to top for hours on end and never even get close to cumming, but now all it takes is a sexy butch in my lap and I’m having to count to ten and breathe slow to hold on.

I feel the pressure and Annie’s own growing need to cum instead of seeing it; I can’t look away from her eyes. When my focus wanes, or I try to look aside, she firmly corrects me. The looking is intense and uninterrupted. It gives me this deepening feeling, like I’m going outside my body. At some point, I lost concentration on her words, but an errant moan punctuates her and snaps me back.

“Ahhh. Do you-“ she reorients her focus from touching herself back on her little submission speech. “Do you think about Sirs a lot? Do you fantasize about being bossed around?”

I don’t answer because I can’t focus on what she’s saying right now. But for the record, the answer is yes.

“Sweet puppy. I can do that for you. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll take good care of you. Would you like that?”

I nod, the movements of my head getting lazy and loopy. Annie kisses my forehead.

“Good boy.”

She guides me to my knees. It feels so right. Damp leaves crunch under the palms of my hands. I look up at Annie, emptyheaded as she pulls her jeans partways down. She’s got a full thicket of dark curly hair that wraps up to her stomach and down to her calves, collecting into cute little curls in front. She has more hair here than on her head. That’s the way I like my dykes.

“Gonna put that mouth of yours to work.”

I grin stupidly, and get to it. Annie props her knee on the seat of the camping chair, tucking me head in tight into her wetness. I don’t wanna think. I just wanna be good and take it.

Annie is dripping down her thighs, coating my chin the moment I make contact. I don’t waste time with the typical tender thigh kisses and teasing, I just dive in. I think she likes the roughness from the way she yanks my hair sharply. My tongue brushes the underside of her clit.

“Fuuuck.” She grunts. “Good boy.”

Her hips open wider, reflexively responding to the touch. I’m definitely not unfamiliar with giving head- I’ve done it more than my fair share of times, but this feels different. Annie is right when she says there’s a difference between topping and dominated. I could be strapping or fingering or fucking her any way in this moment -and I would be lucky to- but it wouldn’t be dominant just because it’s penetrative. Every rock of her hips reminds me who is in charge, and I can’t pretend for a second that I’d prefer if it was me. Her wetness rolls off my tongue, all other thoughts faint and twinkling in the vast emptiness of my awareness.

My tongue drags up her slit tentatively, still warming her up. Annie is very responsive, guiding my mouth with forceful shoves and tugs to my hair. She mutters curses and little encouragements that make my thoughts melt and vanish. I switch between movements every so often, reveling in the sensation of her body in my mouth. Some things make her shake, others make her grunt. Each reaction and bit of praise makes my chest warm and my brain fuzzy. The tip of my tongue grazing her clit makes her moan and arch involuntary.

“G-god, you’re so fucking good at that.” She trembles, a bit too preoccupied to be rough.

I suck lightly, massaging her inner labia with my tongue. She tastes salty, a little sour too. It’s musky and warm in a way that makes me wild. My lower lip strokes her up and down and I switch to gentle flicks over the head of her clit with my tongue. Her hips rock into me.

“Jesus, ahh- Right there.” She whines.

She pulls in my chin, angling me how she likes. I feel used and controlled and thrilled at every unspoken instruction. The way she fills my mouth with smoke and spit and dripping cunt and whatever else she could possibly want to. The way empties my head. I dive my tongue into her and suck her stiff clit.

Annie braces a hand on the back of the chair. “Fuck. Fuck. Keep going, puppy, I’m gonna come.”

I keep sucking right there, faster and harder. Annie thrusts into my face and yanks on my hair so hard it feels like it’s gonna rip out. Each pitch of her hips pushes my shoulders into the seat of the chair. I feel so good being pushed between her body and the ground, it feels like where I’m supposed to be. I just wanna be good.

Annie cums, screaming out and gushing into my open mouth. I can taste her pulse on my tongue.

“Good boy.” She pants. “Good boy.”

Her knees are shaking too hard to keep thrusting, so I grab her by the belt loops and guide her hips to ride it out.

“O-oh my fucking- Damn, babe-“ she throws her head back and laughs, a little delirious. “Damn.”

She holds onto my forearms with grasping, shaking fingers. She’s so wet and pulsating against my tongue, the taste is entrancing.

“Jesus, you’re strong.” She chuckles between overstimulated moans. “Fuck. Good boy.”

I keep going, enjoying the aching throbs and feelings of her body against mine. It’s not hard for me to basically pick her up to rut against my mouth at this angle. She seems to enjoy it a lot, tugging big fistfuls of my hair and laughing in that raspy devious tone. Annie tells me to keep going, and I listen like a good boy. A big part of me just really likes being so close to her. I really hope we get to do this again. When it starts to feel like too much, Annie steps back shakily.

“Aw, you- ah- you liked it that much.” Annie pulls me to look in her eyes with a firm tug on my fringe. “Say thank you.”

My eyes flutter open a little deliriously. I grin like an idiot, cum running down my chin.

“Thank you.”

Annie smiles too, taking a big breath. She wipes some wetness from the corner of my mouth with her thumb. She exhales slow, blinking herself to reality.

“Wow. Sorry, just- that wasn’t what I thought was gonna happen tonight.” She shimmies back all the way into her jeans, not enjoying the sudden realization that her bare ass is out in the woods.

“Me neither.” I shrug, still giddily smiling.

She looks at me in a different way than I’ve ever seen her look at anything. It’s sincere and gentle, not preemptively scathing in the way she has to be most of the time. She sits on the ground beside me and leans into my chest.

“Are you cold?”

I hum. “Little bit. You?”

“Yeah.”

She nods. We lie still together and catch our breaths for a minute.

“So, what now?” I stare into the fire. It’s on its last legs, the last logs burnt down into splintering coals.

“What do you mean? Like right now?”

“Just” I gesture vaguely. “In general.”

Annie thinks for a moment, curled into my chest. “I just wanna make sure you’re ok for a second.” She sits up a bit. “You’re feeing okay about all that, right? It was kind of a lot. It’s okay to feel weird, if-“

I grab her hands, reassuring. “I’m okay. It was a lot, but… yeah. It was really good.” I kiss her palm.

She nods and relaxes back into me. “That was your first time being, uh, submissive?”

“Mhm.” I rest my chin on the top of her head. “Big fan so far.”

She laughs. “You’re pretty good at it for a first timer.”

We both sigh.

“Is it… gonna be a regular occurrence now? Semi-regular?” She asks nervously.

I try to mask my eagerness. Hell yes. Annie has my full attention from now on. I mean, she did before, too. I’ve been pining for longer than I care to say.

“It can be. I would like it to be. Would you..?”

Annie squeezes my hand. “Yeah. I’m just surprised. But not unhappy. Very happy with it, actually.

I think for a moment before I decide to be stupid. It’s not a very long moment, though.

“I know you wanna do this, and I want to too, I’m very excited for that- but I do wanna also say that, um. I really like you, Annie. I have for a long time. And I don’t just wanna have sex, you know? I will, if that’s what you want, but I also wanna like, have a chance with you. If that’s also what you want.”

She thinks. “That’s… a bigger question. Hm.” Annie ribs a thumb over our clasped hands. “How about… you take me out on a date. I cant make promises about anything. I literally only just realized you don’t hate my guts. But um, you’re sweet. I wanna see where this goes. And I don’t wanna ruin that by being stupid and going too fast. So let’s just do one date. For now.”

I nod, fake suave. Im barely restraining my excitement. “Yeah. That works for me.”

She chuckles. “You don’t have to play it cool, dude. My head’s on your chest, I can hear your heartbeat going fuckin nuts. You’re not fooling me.”

I burst out laughing. “I’m trying to be the tough guy here!”

“Yeah, well, I see through your whole thing now. You’re really just a corny romantic.”

She kisses under my chin, and it’s so fucking disarming, I really stand no chance. She has me where she wants me, and wherever she wants me is where I wanna be too.

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