#I have been trying to stop because I fumbled my shot but what if I were to shoot again... my best friend would kill me though

[nervoussagittarius]

to win or not to win

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris and his girlfriend do a twitch stream together and compete at who’s the better fortnite player, request

warnings: fluffy, language

it wasn’t unusual for you and chris to get into friendly competitions. most of them ended in a temper tantrum from one of you, but they were innocent nonetheless.

todays topic of discussion was ‘whos the better fortnite player’. although chris had been playing for a significant amount of time longer than you, you were sure you could hold your own. especially, because chris was the one to teach you how to play.

you both we’re confident in your skills, so the only logical way to decide was to take it to twitch and let the viewers watch the showdown.

“okay guys so here’s what’s happening today. y/n and i are having the fortnite championship and you guys are here to witness” chris said as he took the seat next to you. a very serious look was etched on his face

you looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a look that said ‘really?’

“while we wait for mr. dramatic to calm down i’ll tell you why we’re really here. chris thinks he’s better at fortnite then me.” you said. there was a slight pause before both of you broke into laughter and fell into eachother.

you continued as chris placed his head on your shoulder and watched the chat, “i don’t think chris is better a fortnite then me. so we’re gonna play a few rounds and see who has the best outcomes.”

“yeah so basically we’re gonna be playing 3 rounds, and when we finish we’re going to see who had the overall higher placings.” chris explained.

“that’s quite literally what i just said. thank you for repeating me, love”

“that’s quite literally what i just fucking said” chris mimicked as he poked your side to agitate you.

“stop it” you said giggling, trying to slap his hand away from you.

chris had the split screen set up on his pc. it was a tight fit but you guys were going to make it work. this argument needed to be settled.

the first two games went smoothly. trash talk was being thrown and so were elbows. you both didn’t mind playing dirty. lines had been crossed to many times to count, but it was all in fun.

“it all comes down to this, ma. so far we each have a first and second place finish” chris said cracking his knuckles. no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t intimidating anyone.

the game went smoothly for a while. you were both able to get through with out any scratches. it was down to the last ten when chris noticed you leg start bouncing in anticipation and nervousness.

as much as chris hated to admit it, he didn’t want to see you lose. he loved seeing how excited you got whenever you win a competition between the two of you, and this was a game chris was willing to throw.

chris looked at you, then at the game before him, then back at you. he could see the distress on your face and he hated it.

“dude i don’t even fucking know where these guys are coming from!” you exclaimed as you started firing random shots to try to hit someone.

you guys were now in the final four. chris made his way over to your character and quickly took out one on the guys shooting at you. you were able to get the other one out not long after that.

“oh fuck chris. please don’t shoot. please don’t shoot. please” you repeat over and over as you tried to get the perfect aim on chris’s player. without warning chris pretended to fumble his controller, dropping it to the ground.

“oh shit!”

this gave you the perfect opportunity to kill chris’s character and win the game and the overall competition between the two of you.

“yes!” you yelled as you threw your arms up and jumped out of your chair.

“oh my fuck. no chance. i just fucking won.”

you did a celebratory lap around chris’s room. chris winked at the camera and held his finger up to his lips telling the chat to not spoil the fact that she is let you win. when you made it back to him you held his face in your hands.

he looked up at you as you said, “you we’re good. simply just not good enough.” you leaned down to place a short peck on his lips and held out your hand for him to shake. he instead grabbed your hand pulling you down to sit on his lap.

“you know chris, me winning really just proves how good you are at fortnite because you taught me everything i know”

chris groaned in joking frustration as he nuzzled his head into the crook of you neck. he placed soft kisses around the area as you watched the chat congratulate your win.

chris finally picked his head up, “thank you guys so much for watching me get my ass kicked by my girlfriend i-”

“kinky.” you interrupted.

“okay that’s it” chris stood up, picking you up by your waist at the same time. he walked over to his bed and gently threw you down. swiftly, he ran back over to his desk chair, taking a seat.

“as i was saying, thanks for watching and we’ll see you again soon”

“bye!” you said blowing a kiss to the camera.

an: this one’s cute. i didn’t want it to seem identical to matt’s so i hope y’all enjoy it🤍

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[officialabortive]

Katsuki was well aware that you had a cat. You'd mentioned your feline companion to him a few times in passing during conversation. Naturally, he didn't think much of it. You had a cat, so what?

Yeah, it turns out your cat is a little shit

Katsuki was headed back to the agency, just having finished patrol when you'd crossed paths.

He'd approached from behind with arms folded over his broad chest as he awaited your acknowledgement. Only huffing with his signature irritated scowl when you kept walking, clueless to his presence.

"Oi"

Now that more than gained your attention. You whipped around, the shock causing you to reflexively swing at whatever spooked you. Successfully landing a punch to the hero's solar plexus.

The fact that he barely flinched didn't go unnoticed, neither did the looks you were receiving from passing civilians.

"Katsuki what the fuck"

He wore a teasing smirk, clearly amused with your reaction.

"Just finished patrol. Wanted 't see what you're up to"

"Well I was on my way home before I got scared shitless" you paused, thinking things over. "But if you're done working, you should come with me. If you're free that is."

You fumbled with your keys, trying to unlock the door to your fourth floor apartment. Letting out a breath when you finally got the door to swing open, colliding with the wall a bit too aggressively.

You and Katsuki had been dating for a little while now, over 5 months. But this was the first time he's ever seen your apartment. Sure, he's been there the times he'd walk you home or take you out, but he's never actually been inside.

Katsuki placed his gauntlets beside his shoes, before slowly stalking toward you. He knew how much you loved how he looked in his hero attire, and you were past avoiding staring. Now shamelessly eyeing him down as he approaches, running your hands down his torso, stopping to rest at his hips. His own hands slid under your shirt, running up and down your back before placing both hands on your chest

MROW

All attention got ripped away from him as your cat came prancing in, coming to rub in your legs

"Oh hello! I missed you too"

Katsuki glared down at the cat you were giving so much love to. Love that you should be giving to him right now

"Fucking cockblock"

This continued throughout the day. Whenever he got close to you on the couch, the cat would jump up between both of you. His hand would get swatted away by a fuzzy paw when it rested on your plush thighs.

Slit pupils were always on him, waiting for him to make a move. And he always shot back a glare of his own. He is Dynamite for fuck sake. One of Japan's most powerful heroes, not a force to be reckoned with. He refuses to lose to someone who shits in a box.

He makes that clear once you leave to go to the bathroom.

"Listen up fuckface. You better back the hell off because you can't get rid of me"

Pt2

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[tojisun]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cygo_5wOuCi/?igshid=bGRjYzdrZWF2N3Q5

another biker!simon x reader <3

NO OK SO THIS IS ADORABLE, FUCKIN BEAUTIFUL EVEN, BUT HIS CAPTION??? “everything’s better with her 🥰” THATS SO PRECIOUS MY GODDD MY HEART

and absolutely thats so biker!simon x reader coded!!

i love love writing reader getting over her fear of riding a bike and this one!! this video seems like something simon would take as a commemorative video for when she’s confident enough to even put her hands up AAAAHHHHHHH // somewhat sequel of this

simon’s pleasantly surprised, if he’s being honest.

the ride is smooth, the roads empty as the night swelled. the two of you have long parted with the squad, bidding each other goodbyes as simon took a left turn onto the exit.

he feels your hands swipe along his middle, untangling their hold from each other to find purchase on his hips instead. simon’s heart throbs, pride thrumming underneath his veins at feeling you gain confidence not only in him but even in yourself.

riding a bike is a challenge, that he knows too well. he knows how much effort it took for you to even accept his invitation, feeling you tremble with the strain of trying to suppress your fears when you climbed up behind him and held on tightly. he’s always emphasized that you are the one calling the shots – that no matter where and no matter when, if you needed to stop simon will.

so seeing you gradually fall in love with the ride the way he is, your anxiousness bleeding away to be replaced with excitement, had made him so proud. because it had been a beautiful progress, one that simon cherished as he helped you throughout.

and he’s told you this multiple times, pressing kisses on the top of your head or on the slope of your shoulders, his hands greedy as they hold you.

“look at how far you’ve gotten,” he says, pleased hums rumbling from the base of his throat.

you giggle, twisting in his arms so you can climb up to his lap. “thank you for bein’ patient.”

you wrap your arms around his neck, blinking down at him, and simon watches as your hair falls to frame your face. his lungs constrict, going breathless as he gazes up at you, wondering what did he ever do to deserve an angel like you?

you’re so beautiful. and he can’t believe how you’re all his.

simon breathes in sharply when he feels your hands leave his hips and, for a moment, panic seizes him whole. cold dread washes over him, making the pleasant thrum of the summer wind turn into something colder. something with a bite.

it’s only when he uses his mirrors that his heart eases up, his ears no longer ringing. because what he sees, instead, makes his lips wobble – your hands are up in the air, spread open as you feel the pooling air.

he picks up the sound of your laughter, your giddiness too bright to be drowned out by the sound of the wind. simon feels his muscles loosen up, the coiling panic finally evaporating.

he wants to commemorate this moment. wants to have a physical reminder of this day.

he taps your thigh twice as a warning that he’ll make a stop and rumbles in elation when he feels your arms around him again. he swerves just outside of the road and parks.

“si?” you ask, confusion ringing in your tone.

simon fumbles for his recorder, turning it on, and replies, “wanna take a video of us, sweetheart?”

he feels your hands flutter where you’re holding him before hearing your happy gasp of, “yes!”

/

simon posts the video on his account later with your permission, your head resting on his shoulder as you watch him type out a caption.

“aww,” you coo when you see what it is that he wrote. simon chucks his phone to the side when he gets the notification that it’s finally been posted and picks you up from your spot to place you on his lap, because now it’s his turn to be clingy and handsy.

you huff a fond laughter as you settle on top of him, snuggling close and nuzzling your face on the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. your eyes flutter close when simon begins to pepper kisses on the top of your head, a happy sigh leaving your lips.

“love you, sweetheart,” simon whispers.

you press your smile on his skin. “love you too, baby.”

(the video becomes simon’s most liked post as of date.)

xx - biker!simon’s account

GOD IT TURNED MUSHY AGAIN FORGIVE ME I CANT STOP MAKING SIMON SO IN LOVE

#suns.f #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #anon #ask #I LOVE MAKING HIM SO SOFT :(((( #suns

[wileys-russo]

best friends sister II platonic!a.russo x reader

y'all have been sending in the requests for AI alessia being her gay older sister who plays for arsenal and i hope it satisfies because it was tricky to write lmao, so picture that ^ is isabella

best friends sister II platonic!a.russo x reader

"-and you promise that you're not mad?" your best friend bit down on her bottom lip nervously as you smiled as reassuringly as you could. "less of course i'm not mad! why would i be?" you laughed and shook your head at the blonde you'd all but grown up side by side with.

"because we always said the plan would be for you to go to university and me to play professionally in whatever club was closest so we could do it together, and i've ruined that!" your best friend sighed guiltily, collapsing back into her pillows.

"alessia. you are one of the best up and coming footballers there is, you've got a huge career ahead of you and this is the perfect next step to launch you into it. i'd be selfish cow and a terrible best friend to try and keep you from it." you promised sincerely, grabbing her hand and squeezing with a nod.

"will i miss you? of course. but i want you to go, i promise." you affirmed firmly. "and i promise that i'll make sure we don't drift apart. best friends for life means for life, and you better come and visit!" alessia held out her pinky as you grinned and interlocked it with your own.

"okay well that makes me feel a bit better because i was stressed about telling you!" the girl sighed and sat back up. "i've also been stuck with you for like ten years now, i'd really like a break." you shoved her playfully, ducking as she swung back at you with a grin and slid off her bed.

"please we both know you'll be a blubbering mess at the airport, your only friend off on a whirlwhind adventure and you...stuck here." alessia pouted sarcastically as you gasped. "i have loads of other friends thank you! you just refuse to accept that because you're notoriously posessive and needy." you teased back with a grin.

"and i'm off to university anyway you dickhead! where i'm sure i'll find myself a new blondie to spend my every waking day with." you jeered as she fumbled around in her cupboard for something. "you better not or i'll be forced to come back and kick her head in." alessia warned making you laugh.

"unless its a girlfriend of course, you desperately need one of those so you can stop kissing your hand." your best friend shrugged dropping a large box on her bed. "less! that was one time years ago and i told you that in strict confidence!" you kicked at her as she grinned, your cheeks blushing red.

"what? i wouldn't blame you for dating someone who looked like me, i know it's your biggest shame that you're secretly in love with me." the blonde pouted patting your leg making you roll your eyes.

"please. you know it's actually homophobic to assume that because i like girls that i like you, and here i was thinking you'd be an ally." you tutted as her eyes widened and she scrambled to ramble out an apology.

"an ally? please." you both looked up at the new voice, alessia's older sister isabella leaning in the doorway with a smirk. "have you heard of knocking?" alessia sighed as bella shrugged. "have you heard of not caring?" the older girl retorted walking into the room further as you covered up a laugh with a cough and alessia shot you a glare.

"see? she thinks i'm funny. why are you so in denial?" bella pouted, the two always arguing about something which amused you to no end given it was often over something so incredibly small it seemed they just enjoyed bickering.

there was only two years between them and they had more in common than either would care to admit, in fact both would argue they were one anothers opposite that really wasn't true.

you knew isabella had been training with arsenal in their junior academy and was hoping for a professional contract now she'd made her senior debut for the lionesses, both goals alessia was quickly following in her footsteps to also achieve, the entire russo household all football mad.

"what's all this then? college bribing you not to come anymore?" she began to rifle through the large box on the bed which you realised was full of various UNC swag. "get your filthy hands off it thank you! god knows where they've been." alessia scoffed, pushing her away and snapping the box closed.

"they're squeaky clean. want to check?" the older russo smirked, grabbing alessia by the face with her hand and pulling her into a headlock as you watched on in amusement. "get out! god i'm gonna miss you the least." alessia eventually pulled away, shoving the taller girl across the room with a glare.

"still admit you'll miss me though, and mum wants you." the girl winked backing away. "for what?" alessia questioned with a frown. "mm she did tell me, but i didn't care enough to remember." with a shrug bella left the room leaving alessia fuming and you quietly chuckling.

"why do you always egg her on by laughing! she's not funny she's infuriating!" alessia huffed glaring at you now as you held your hands up in defense, your best friend dragging you with her downstairs to see what her mum wanted.

~

"dinners ready. can you go get your sister and her friend please lessi?" carol asked, shooting the blonde a firm glare when she groaned at the request. "why do i have to come?" you laughed as she grabbed the back of your top, tugging you up with her.

"just think of it as me wanting to spend as much time with you before i leave." alessia grinned as the two of you ascended the stairs, her brothers already having moved out it just left alessia and isabella living at home.

"oh thats it is it?" you rolled your eyes knowing she was full of it as you reached her sisters door, alessia giving her sister the same courtesy she gave her as she flung her door open without knocking.

though she wished she hadn't.

"get out!" the older russo sat up quickly half naked spare some shorts and a bra, having been previously hovered over the girl pinned beneath her, the two clearly making out.

"jesus my poor eyes! dinners ready, looks like you were just about to eat though bella." alessia smirked before leaving the room, purposefully leaving her sisters door open.

"what are your ears painted on? fuck off!" bella scowled, throwing a pillow at you as you stood frozen, quickly spinning around and almost running out of the room, the door slamming closed after you.

safe to say she didn't come down for dinner after that.

"it's not even scary less, its a thriller!" you argued as you and alessia made your way back upstairs, each of you stating your case over what you wanted to watch tonight.

"my names not lily? jesus you're worse than what everyone says!" you both glanced down the hallway before entering alessia's room, the girl from earlier standing there with her arms crossed and an angry look on her face.

"sorry?" bella shrugged leaning in her doorway, clearly not sorry as the mystery girl whose name was not lily scoffed, shoving the taller girl and hurrying off downstairs to leave. "you truly are disgusting." alessia grimaced as her sister only grinned.

"careful now ally, did you used to say the same about all the girls gio snuck round?" the older girl winked, leaving her sister scoffing and about to defend herself before the door thudded closed.

"god she is insufferable."

~

"can you go make more popcorn?" alessia asked, head buried in her phone as you nodded, more than comfortable to help yourself to anything in the russo household. "can i go and make more popcorn..." you trailed off expectantly as the blonde tossed her phone beside her.

"now?" she guessed with a grin, causing you to flip her off as she tossed an m&m at your head and began to rummage around for the remote to select a new movie.

with it being half past ten at night you expected the kitchen to be vacant, though you noticed the lights were all on and as you rounded the corner you saw the older russo sister sat at the benchtop eating a plate of leftovers from dinner.

her attention on her phone she didn't notice you at first, only looking up as she heard you start to rummage around in the pantry. "surely we've started to charge you rent by now?" the older girl teased as you emerged with a bag of popcorn, rolling your eyes and tossing it in the microwave.

"i'll make sure to sign a jersey for you once i get my pro contract so you can sell it and buy my family some food since you consume so much of it." the taller girl shoved your head to the side playfully as you moved out of her way so she could rinse her plate.

"so. did you enjoy the little show earlier pervert?" she smirked, glancing at you as she dried up her plate. "what? you're so weird." you frowned, pulling yourself to sit up on the counter.

"please. you know if you asked me nicely i'd kiss you so you can stop wondering what it feels like." she grinned, moving closer to you as your frown turned into a scowl. "or so you can stop using your hand. less talks quite loudly you know." she teased, standing in between your legs as you tensed up a little.

if you were honest with yourself you'd always found her to be quite attractive but you'd never ever go there, both for your own and alessia's sake.

"i've kissed girls!" you defended truthfully, and you had, you'd just not ever progressed any further than that. "mm but have you been kissed by a girl?" the older russo quirked an eyebrow, leaning in closer as her hands fell either side of your body, somewhat caging you in.

"thats the same thing." you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how hard your heart was hammering in your chest. "that means no then." bella chuckled, tilting her head slightly.

"i mean have you ever been properly kissed by a girl? when she's got her tongue roaming your mouth, her teeth nipping down on your bottom lip before she sucks on it to soothe the sting-" she leaned in closer as your eyes widened.

"-where one of her hands are on the back of your neck so you can't pull away until she lets you, and the other hand...well it touches other parts of you." the older girl grinned wickedly, her mouth ghosting yours before she put her plate back in the cupboard behind your head and pulled away entirely.

"baby gays are always the cutest." bella winked, ruffling your hair and walking off as if she hadn't just sent your head into a spin, the beep of the microwave making you jump a little as you slid off the counter, shaking your head to try and rid it of the thoughts you'd just had.

she was your best friends sister, she'd always be off limits.

~

"just when i thought we'd gotten rid of you." you rolled your eyes as isabella opened the door for you with a sigh. "no one else is here and your best friends in another country, so then you must be here for me?" she grinned as you pushed past her, heading for the stairs.

alessia had been gone for months now and you missed her like crazy, so much so you'd booked a flight to go and visit her during what was to be her spring break and your time off from your own university course.

though of course that meant the girl had texted you a rather elaborate list of things she'd left behind that she requested you bring with you to see her, which despite the ongoing teasing that she'd lose her head was it not attached to her body you agreed to go and collect.

"she'd kill you for being in here." you sighed as the older russo collapsed onto her younger sisters bed, making herself comfortable as you began to gather what alessia had requested.

"only if you snitch me in." the girl grinned, watching you as you fluttered around the room. "surely you have something better to do? being a big pro now and all!" you sighed, looking at her with your hands on your hips.

"so you did hear! not even a congratulations? thats just poor manners." bella tutted with a shake of her head, sitting up and moving to the edge of the mattress. "i'm not an arsenal fan." you teased with a smile, hearing her scoff in mock offence.

"you don't have to be, you can just be my fan." bella challenged as you again rolled your eyes. "you know if i had a pound for every time you rolled your eyes at me over the years i could have bought a house by now." the older russo sister grinned.

"must mean you say a lot of stupid things to have girls always rolling their eyes at you." you quipped, rummaging through and grabbing out two hoodies, tossing them onto your growing pile.

"i personally prefer to make their eyes roll back into their heads." the taller girl commented quite casually, your eyes widening for a moment at the abrupt statement but choosing to ignore it. "so what are you doing after this?" she stood and made her way out, leaning in the doorway.

"going home?" you quirked an eyebrow unsure where she was going with this. "do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asked surprising you.

"are you asking me to hang out?"

"maybe. you miss less, i miss less, though if you tell her that i'll deny it till the day i die, we may as well keep one another company."

"plus i'm older so less's entire personality comes from me anyway. so it'll be like she never left, just swap one russo for another!" she added on with a smile as you shook your head.

"yeah sure, why not."

~

"burn yourself with the straightener did you?" you flinched suddenly as the girls thumb gently pressed into a fading love bite on the side of your neck, the only lingering evidence from an incredibly drunken hook up at a university party you'd gone to over the weekend.

and much to your best friends horror and delight, where you'd finally lost your virginity, before her.

"none of your business!" you pushed her hand away as she smiled and turned her attention back to the movie. well, for a few minutes. "finally dropped the baby gay card then, feel good?" she teased as you rolled your eyes.

"stop calling me that."

"oh sorry, prefer if i just call you baby then?"

"stop, bella seriously."

"what?"

"can you not keep it in your pants around anyone? or do you just shamelessly flirt with anything that moves?" you shot her a dirty side eye only making her smile widen. "well the something has to be female, obviously." you tried to hide your smile with your hand but she grabbed your wrist.

"saw that!" she teased as you tried to pull away, the two of you messing around for a moment before she leaned in and your heart began to race, recognize her eyes flicker down to your lips.

"we can't." you whispered, hating how unsure your voice sounded. "tell me to stop and i will." she whispered back, leaning in even closer as you opened your mouth and she paused, but you couldn't speak.

taking that as permission she closed the small gap in between you both, pressing her lips firmly to yours. you'd have loved to say you pushed her off, told her again that you couldn't, thought about your best friend and what she might think.

but the only thing that consumed your mind was her and how good her mouth felt molded with your own. as you began to kiss back you felt her hands move, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle her lap, movie long forgotten in the background.

"alessia." you pulled away remembering your best friend as the older girl nipped at your bottom lip and your stomach twisted. "doesn't have to know." bella promised and you hesitated for a moment, but as her lips curled into a cocky smile and her hand flew to the back of your head, you knew you were a goner.

~

safe to say that was not the last time it happened, far from it.

you ignored the guilt which bubbled up in your stomach as you pretended it never happened, flying over to see your best friend and spending two blissful weeks with her, then flying over again a couple of months later to watch her in the she believes tournament where she would finally get her senior national team debut.

though of course that also meant isabella would be playing, and their whole family would be there with you.

"i'm so so proud of you!" you yelled happily as your best friend jogged over, shit eating grin on her face as she wrapped you up in a hug, isabella hanging back as she chatted with some of her team mates, though her eyes lingered on you.

and it was those lingering eyes which eventually did you both in.

you were all out for dinner after the game, you seated beside your best friend and luca, gio opposite him as the other russo sister sat across from you and mario across from alessia, carol at the head of the table.

you'd hardly spoken to her the entire time you'd been around, focusing all of your time and attention on the rare moments spent with your best friend who you knew you'd have to say goodbye to again in a few days time.

however that didn't stop the defender from trying to gain your attention, sending you subtle looks across the table as she kicked you playfully, winking at you when alessia wasn't looking.

well, when she thought she wasn't looking.

dinner finished you excused yourself to the bathroom, declining your best friends offer to come with you with a laugh as you promised to meet them outside the restaurant.

you did your business and washed your hands, hearing the door open but not bothering to look up, jumping in shock as arms wrapped around your torso and a familiar pair of lips pressed themselves to your neck.

"bella we can't." you chuckled, though still leaning your head back a little to give her more access, eyes fluttering closed as she peppered the warm skin with butterfly kisses. "can't we?" she smirked at you through the mirror with that same cocky smile that made your knees weak every time.

"i've missed you in camp." she confessed softly, spinning your body round and pushing it into the bathroom counter, wasting no time rewarding you with a searing kiss which sent your head spinning.

"they'll wonder where we are." you exhaled shakily, using all your willpower and pushing her off you. "you won't escape me later." she warned playfully, nodding for you to leave first as she hung back.

it was several hours later, you and alessia hanging in your shared hotel room together catching up just like normal, your combined laughters echoing around the room as the girls phone suddenly buzzed.

"hey i have to go talk to the training staff about something. but find a movie, i'll be back!" she promised, rolling off the bed as you nodded, not bothering to question why she was suddenly needing to speak to the training staff at almost ten at night.

alessia wasted no time marching down the hallway to where her sisters room was, knocking impatiently as she answered. "oh come on in!" the older russo chuckled as alessia shoved past her, checking the two of them were alone.

"how long?" alessia asked, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the taller girl who frowned, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "pardon?"

"how long have you been fucking my best friend behind my back?" alessia spat, scarily calm as a storm brewed behind her bright blue eyes. "look less-"

"no, don't lie. i saw your little fuck me eyes across the table, and it wasn't her leg you kept kicking at the table. so tell me the truth." alessia warned as her sister sighed, rubbing her face with her hands unsure how to find a way out of this.

"we haven't slept together, i promise."

"but?"

"but we've done, other things."

"you are seriously unbelievable. you couldn't just be happy plowing your way through every insecure footballer in london, you had to go for my best friend?" alessia yelled angrily, fists balled by her sides.

"woah okay less i think you're overre-"

"you're going to stay away from her bella. she's not just another name for your books, she's my best friend and a better sister to me than you've ever been!" alessia fumed, hurt flashing across the older girls face momentarily before it hardened.

"it takes two to tango. you gonna go yell at her too then?"

"she can't have known any better, which is why you're going to stay away from her. i won't let you take advantage of the fact she see's the good in people, as little of it exists in you."

"fine. get out!" the taller girl stood, shoving her sister back who scoffed, turning on her heel. "happily!" the door slamming after her, you none the wiser of anything that had just happened as alessia returned, plastering a fake smile on her face and not uttering a single word about it.

which is why it hurt all the more as you slipped out of your room to call your mum that next morning as to not wake your best friend.

making the mistake of glancing down the hall, you watched as a random girl slipped out of one of the rooms, a familiar face kissing her goodbye with a grin.

you froze and thats when her eyes met yours, not a single look of regret on her face as you stared one another down for a moment before she watched you hurry back into alessia's room.

she was your best friends sister, and that's all she'd ever be to you.

#woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #woso fanfics #woso #alessia russo #woso imagine #woso blurbs #engwnt

[amywritesthings]

Hi babe! Congrats for one year of Silver Underground! 🎶

I was wondering if you could write a little Drabble or one shot of James and Levi in the early days of their relationship. Maybe it’s still a secret from Isabelle and Farlan, and they almost get caught…you know…😏

Love you, Bestie!!😘

hello, my dearest Sailor! Your wish is my command. xo

down bad. / levi ackerman x f!reader

word count: 1.3k summary: you and levi secretly make out before furlan/isabel get home. that's it, that's the horny plot. tags: 18+ minors dni! pre-aot timeline, heavy petting, making out, dry humping, mentions of sex, secret relationship, interruptions, set in the silver underground universe credit: @saradika-graphics for dividers

“Huh.”

You hear Levi’s voice echo from the living room as you climb the stairs to your apartment.

The anticipation of a shower after making deals with some of the cretins of the Underground has kept your tired feet propelling forward, onward, until they come to a stop at the mouth of the door.

One after the other, you kick your boots off beside Levi’s discarded pair to pad gently across the wooden floorboards in dark socks.

He reappears from his bedroom with a furrowed expression, brow holding his apprehension.

“They’re not home.” 

He points a thumb behind his shoulder.

The silence corroborates his findings.

By now, Isabel would have launched herself from your shared bedroom proclaiming sorrow without the two of you around. Furlan barely ever left the living room, and there are only so many places he could go in such a cramped space.

As you drag the apartment’s front door closed and locked, you wipe your hands off on your trousers.

“Where could they be?” you inquire. “I thought they were supposed to meet with that one asshole tomorrow.”

“They are. Maybe they went shopping for food,” he suggests, rolling up his white sleeves to the point of his elbow on the right arm. “Furlan owes you anyway.”

“It was one stolen leftover, Levi.”

“Still owes you,” he chides, fixing up his left arm’s sleeves after. “Doesn’t matter.”

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest and stand in the silence.

No one talks.

Someone should, but —

You’re still not used to this — balancing what the hell it means to be James, the friend, and the James that kisses Levi in the shadows.

It’s only been a few times.

A lie — under fifty isn’t a few.

Maybe a hundred, if stolen pecks in passing when you both know the risks qualifies.

At this point, you’ve lost count how many times the two of you have made out. And losing count means that the two of you are prone for mistakes.

(A lack of judgment, if you will.)

Because as soon as it hits — no one’s home — eyes of twin curiosity connect across the room.

At the same moment, at the exact same time, an idea passes telepathically. An argument.

We shouldn’t. 

We never tried in the house. 

We always—

Too late.

He propels towards you with the urgency of losing you and your feet slide against the floorboards with urgency.

Your head tilts and he follows suits, and without an ounce of real thought, his lips claim yours.

Levi’s hands are already trying to open up your shirt, unbuttoning with certainty a starving man wouldn’t have.

You aren’t as controlled — your hands fumble with his vest, angry at the little notches for giving you a problem. “Don’t worry about me,” he mumbles against your mouth, his tongue experimentally poking out to flicker against your lower lip.

“But—”

He abandons your lips and kisses the tiny gemstone on your sternum to make you gasp; a sign of worship, leaving an offering to an altar he created.

Obediently your head drops back, too focused on the heat traveling up your collarbone to your neck.

His lips are always so careful, as if somehow if he presses too hard he’ll bruise you. 

It doesn’t matter how many times your hands grip at your hips. 

It doesn’t matter how many times he backs you into a wall—

Or in this case, a table.

Your hips hit the kitchenette table, faltering your stance. His strong hands find purchase on the plush of your thighs.

“Fall back.”

You pull away from the kiss to finally survey those blue-gray eyes, stormy and benevolent all the same.

Both of your chests heave, though yours is half-revealed and there’s a pink hue of a blush crawling across his cheeks to his ears.

“Wait, what?” you ask him in a huff.

He nods once, lifting your legs only a little for emphasis. “You’re not gonna break it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m— there are about a dozen other things I’m worried about,” you shout in a whisper. “I don't give a fuck about the integrity of the table."

"Good," he decides, and leans back in for a kiss.

Your hand blocks his lips from finding yours.

"I wasn't done talking," you say. "The other dozen things, Levi, like when are they going to get—”

“I don’t care,” he rasps, too far gone. “We’ll hear the lock.”

“Will we?”

“Yeah.”

“And if we don’t—”

“I’m covering you.”

“Barely.”

“Enough.”

“But the table—”

"So you do care about the table?"

"Well, no, but if it—"

“Fuck the table, James,” he groans, so unlike him that the arousal shoots to your core.

Timid in the moment, you scoot your rear end to the table’s edge and fall back. His arm catches your back to ease you down, but not without kissing down your throat again to pull a short cry from your lips.

His other hand pulls your thigh with him so he can slot his hips between yours, and you both lose your breath at the heated connection of his hips to yours.

You haven’t gotten that far yet, but you damn well wish you could.

His head lifts from your neck so he can stare at your eyes, stalling for content, as the hand on your thigh lifts it.

There’s nothing hotter than your knee caging in his hip, and his hand keeping it there. Nothing.

“You’re wasting time,” you growl in return, dragging him in from the white collar of his shirt. 

He grunts in appreciation and hovers over you, pleased with himself now that you’re virtually beneath him.

His lips find yours, chin tilting to deepen the action. 

Your moan vibrates against his mouth, causing his hand on your thigh to clench the flesh.

You want everything.

In that moment, you realize you’ll do just about anything if it means you get to have him.

Late night trysts, early morning sparring kisses, midday dry humps—

The best kept secret of your entire life.

His hips experimentally roll against yours, and you both moan — probably louder than you ought to. It doesn’t matter, because it spurs him to try it again. Again, again—

And when your hand boldly reaches for his belt, something clicks.

Not in your brain, but at the door.

Trained ears force Levi off of your body, lips and cheeks equal parts reddened.

He whips his attention to the door, fixing his clothes and clearing his breath.

“Calm it with that key, would you?” he calls, voice a little more gruff than before.

He strides across the room, buying you time to fly off of the table and re-button your shirt in your own bedroom.

When you catch your eye, he mouths sorry — but the shit-eating smirk on his face tells you otherwise.

“We’re trying!” Isabel. Shit. You know that whine anywhere.

Levi’s palm slams against the door frame from the other side. “Give me a sec, I’ll open it.”

“Why?” Furlan. He sounds perplexed more than anything. “I almost had the door—”

“You’re gonna break it,” Levi flatly tells him, before finally opening the door.

When you ‘enter’ the room, Furlan and Isabel pour into the apartment with their arms full of bags and nearly-fresh produce. You yawn, padding barefoot.

“Sorry, took a nap,” you lie, stretching your limbs overhead. “Where were you two again?”

“Shopping!”

They chirp in unison, heading straight for the kitchen.

Your eyes meet Levi’s once more while you rearrange the chain of your necklace.

That smirk hasn’t left his face, even in the face of your friends.

All you respond with is a middle finger, rubbing against your nose.

One of these days—

Narrowly missed today, maybe, but one of these days they’re going to find out.

(And maybe one day it won’t be such a secret.)

#snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #attack on titan fanfiction #aot drabbles #snk drabbles #levi ackerman drabble #levi ackerman smut

[loquaciousferret]

Partners

Summary: After a difficult 6-month partnership with Agent Peña, the tension unravels itself in an unexpected way.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, degradation, sexism, physical violence, rough unprotected sex, powerplay/ light dom/sub dynamics, male-receiving oral sex - rough. sir!kink, semi-public sex (private but in an office/public place), maybe more PLEASE read at own risk.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: You guys ATE up my mean!Javi last time and made it my most popular fic so far! (nearly 900 notes is absolutely crazy and also over 100 followers thank you so much). He is so much worse in this LOL

@silkiers @tightjeansjavi

“You don’t outrank me!” You yelled at Agent Peña, and the way his eyes darkened when you pointed this out honestly terrified you.

“Maybe not.” He says through gritted teeth. “But this is my fight.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s everybody’s fight. We are partners, Javier. Equal partners. Stop acting like you are the only person with a stake here!” You respond, exasperated. Since you joined the team in Colombia as Javier Peña’s partner 6 months ago, this must be an argument you have had over a dozen times. 

“If you had just obeyed orders they never would have gotten away!” He yelled, closing the distance between you in the already narrow corridor and stabbing a finger towards you accusatorially. “It’s your fault.” 

“Get it through your head! There is no “obeying your orders” Javi.” You say through gritted teeth, before your voice raises to a yell, “You are not my superior. Get used to it!” You are enraged by his constant disrespect. 

“Well I should be, though.” He seethes.

“What?” You snap.

“How many arrests do you have since you got here?” He challenged.

You scoffed and put a hand on his shoulder to push him out the way and rejoin your team, but he stood firm, not letting you past. 

“How many times have I saved your ass in the field? Have you ever done it in return?” He continues.

You exhale with exertion as you continue to try and pass him, but he is steadfast. 

“Answer me, hm? You really think you’re my equal in this job?” 

“I’m not doing this, Javi. I’m not in competition with you.”

“Right. Because you know yourself that you can’t be.” He sneered.

“Stop it.” You urge him, your frustration growing by the second. “I earned my right to be on this team the same way you did.” 

“Oh now that’s funny.” He scoffed, “I know who your father is. You don’t think him being head of internal affairs has anything to do with your appointment here?”

“How dare you.” You say, seething with anger at his insinuation. It's not like it isn't one you've heard behind your back, but it's the first time someone has thrown it in your face. “I didn’t even tell my father I was applying for this transfer. He has nothing to do with it.” 

“Ok.” He stares at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Then who did you fuck to get the job, then?” The way the word rolls of his tongue makes it sound more vulgar than you could imagine, and before you can take a moment to stop yourself, Javi gasps in shock as your right hand connects with his cheekbone with an amazing amount of power. You just slapped your partner.

“You fucking bitch.” He spits. 

For a second you honestly thought he was approaching you to hit you back, but even more strangely, he is connecting his lips to yours. To your own surprise, you are kissing him back. Roughly, and desperately, and it's as if all of your anger and disdain towards him has transformed into lust with the snap of a finger.

He was ripping at the buttons on your blouse as you fumbled with the straps and buckles on his tactical vest on instinct. Had this been it all along, and you had been totally blind to it? Was all the tension between the pair of you just sexual frustration this whole time, and once it was out your system your partnership could be amicable? 

Who knows. But at this point it was worth a shot. It couldn’t make your working relationship any worse, as there was no way further down from where it already was. 

He pushed you back against the wall where you hit your head roughly but neither of you acknowledged that. 

“You’re gonna forget I’m not your superior when you’re on your knees, calling me sir, and begging me to fuck you.” He hissed into your ear and you froze up under his touch. He noticed, and you felt his lips tug into his signature devilish smirk as he continued to kiss you harshly, dominating with his tongue, controlling the pace of it all.

With your shirt fully unbuttoned he began to make his way down your body, leaving your lips to attach his lips to your neck, collarbones, lower to the curve of cleavage peaking out over your bra. You cursed yourself for wearing a sensible one, not planning on having it on show, but Javi clearly didn’t seem to care, groping you harshly through the fabric cups before slipping a hand inside one and freeing your breast from the top. As your breast sprung out of the fabric, your nipple hardened in the cold air and he flicked his tongue across it, sucking lightly. You gasped and bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning at the sensation. You figured that adrenaline and sexual frustration were adding to why you felt so sensitive under Javi’s touch, or at least that’s what you would tell yourself to explain why he was having such a dramatic effect on you.

As you got his tactical vest unfastened, you pushed it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor with a loud clatter.

He hissed at you to be quiet and it snapped you back to the reality of the situation. What were you doing? Were you really about to hate-fuck your partner just a few yards away from your entire team and a considerably large section of the Colombian police force and army?

You must have pulled away from him subconsciously as these thoughts ran through your head because the kiss broke and Javier was looking at you, his eyes questioning you. You considered him for a moment, and noticed how his expression had softened from before. Somehow this made you give in to your desires once again and you were reaching out for him, clutching his broad shoulders and pulling him back towards you.

He smiled. This was all the permission he needed to have his way with you now. He had backed off and you had re-initiated.

Javier had known all along that his attraction to you would be a thorn in his side whilst working together. It made him question his own judgment, it made him hesitate. It numbed his instincts in the field.

This was the tension relief he had needed for the whole 6 months you had been here, tormenting him with your mere presence. Your shiny hair. Your delicious scent. The way sweat would bead in the valley between your collarbones, inviting him to lick and suck and taste every inch of you. Now he was finally getting his chance. And you wanted it too.

You, of course, were oblivious to his thoughts and distracted from your own by his lips which were attached to your neck, sucking and nibbling lightly, making you gasp, whilst you worked at the buckle on his belt and then unzipped his jeans. He had a stiff erection that somehow both thrilled and alarmed you due to its size.

At this point he made good on his earlier promise and shoved you roughly to your knees. You gratified his silent command, wrapping your lips around the head of his hard cock. You took him further into your mouth, ever so slowly, retaining eye contact with him as he slid along your tongue and into your throat at a torturous pace for him. When you pulled away just as slowly, slipping him back out your mouth and teasing the underside of his shaft with your tongue as he glided across it, his patience snapped. In a moment he was grabbing both your arms, hauling them up and pressing them against the wall, pushing you back into it until there was not an inch of space between you. You kept watching him, expectantly, and then you opened your mouth widely and let your tongue drop out just slightly. He groaned at the sight and slammed nearly his entire length into your mouth. His pace was aggressive and you felt tears welling in your eyes after just a few of this thrusts as he fucked your throat.

"We're done doing things your way, you understand?" He grunted.

You watch his expressions, unable to respond. A vein bulges in his neck and a few of his curls are beginning to plaster themselves to his forehead with sweat.

"I asked you a question, agent. Do you understand me?" He repeated, partly through gritted teeth as he concentrated on not completely losing himself in the sensation of you letting him fuck your throat so well.

With great difficulty, you nodded your head slightly and hummed a response. The vibration of the movement and the sound had him grunting again, faltering inside you for a moment.

You could feel spit dribbling down your chin, your neck. You knew you must look absolutely wrecked and once again you considered being caught in this compromising position with Javi. Only this time, the thought didn't fill you with anxiety. It sent a pulse straight to your dripping core. The fear was turning you on.

He pulled out with no warning and you felt yourself reaching out to take him in your mouth again almost involuntarily. He removed one of his hands from their grip on your wrists and held your hair, tugging you back away from him and holding your head firmly against the wall.

"What a greedy slut." He taunted, his eyes watching you practically penetratingly.

You whined and he smirked. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me." You say breathlessly.

"Oh I will, pretty girl." His thumb is tracing your lower lip and gathers some saliva still dripping from his rough treatment of your mouth. He spreads it around more down your chin.

"But you'll have to ask me nicely." His tone is menacing.

You shake your head at what he is asking for and he laughs, dropping your hands quickly and pulling back from you, beginning to tuck himself away and reaching for the zip on his jeans.

"No!" You protest. "No, I'm sorry. No, please."

He pauses, waiting for you to give him exactly what he wanted.

"Please, Javi, I want you to-" But this wasn't enough and he resumes his actions, slower this time but still continuing to adjust himself in his jeans and tidy himself up. You whine again in frustration. You are already begging more than you want to. But you understand that he isn't going to indulge you until you submit even further.

"Please, Sir."

He finally stops preparing to leave you there and you can see satisfaction written all over his expression. You had given in to what he wanted and you knew you would never live it down, but your desire overruled this logical thinking part of your brain.

"Please, what?" He says, already with his cock out again, stroking it slowly in front of your face.

"Please, Sir, I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me."

"Yeah, that's right." He growls, gripping your shoulders and dragging you back to your feet.

He rips your pants and underwear down your legs hastily, throwing them aside and lifting you up, wide palms spread under your thighs, strong arms hoisting you up to be in line with his hips.

He plunges his erection inside you with absolutely no preparation. It would have been more painful if you weren't so wet and turned on, ready for him to take from you what he wanted. A strangled sound escapes you, something desperate and shameless, between a moan and a cry.

"Be fucking quiet." He hisses.

He is bouncing you on his cock, your body dragging up and down the cold wall. Your hair is becoming more untamed by the second. He doesn't take his eyes off of you, never checking out and focussing on his own pleasure, rather constantly observing yours. The way you bit your lip and screwed up your face in pleasure and pain was driving him crazy.

"This why you've had such an attitude all along, needed me to put you in your place, huh?" He growls in your ear.

You have never liked this kind of talk. But now, with Javi, it is turning you on more than you have ever imagined.

You nod and he tuts at you.

"What do you say when I ask you something?"

"Y-yes, sir." You gasp.

His pace is punishing and the angle is allowing him to reach the deepest part of you, every single thrust was overwhelmingly powerful in its effect.

You braced yourself with your hands on his shoulders and found the confidence to roll your hips against him in the rhythm of his strokes, finding just the right way to stimulate your clit. Whimpers escaped your lips rapidly and he was no less vocal, grunting and panting into your ear.

You felt your orgasm approaching you quickly and began to clench around him as the knot built inside you.

"Oh, god, that's it." He praised. "That's my girl."

Whether it was his words or the sensation of his lips and moustache tickling your ear, you weren't sure, but suddenly you were coming undone around him. You lost your grip on his shoulders and slumped slightly but he tightened his hold on you and picked up his pace, desperate to earn his release whilst your walls were still clenching around him following your orgasm.

Barely a couple of strokes later and he was releasing inside you, guttural sounds escaping him. He stayed still for a couple of moments afterwards, panting while he caught his breath. Unexpectedly, he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.

He helps you down slowly onto your feet and laughs quietly when you stumble a little the first time he tries to let go of you. That's what snaps you out of your post-orgasm haze and you shoot him a glare as you hurriedly get dressed again.

With your back to him, you finish buttoning your shirt. "This changes nothing."

"We'll see." He challenges, taking his cigarettes from his jacket pocket and balancing one between his lips. You shake your head, one more icy look sent his way for good measure, and then you return to your department, trying not to think about all the ways in which this event could come back to bite you.

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[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort of Normal (Start)

WC: 588 CW: (updating as the fic continues), Gen but ships may be added Danny Fenton/Wally West pre-relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Major Injury, Minor Character Death

They were going to lose.

It's a simple, unavoidable fact and it hits Danny like one of Superman’s punches. He fumbles in his attempt to triage Barry’s leg before the limb was lost.

The man standing in the middle of the ruins of Metropolis would win. He and his army of hive mind clones would sweep across the rest of the planet. Humanity would fall.

They were going to lose.

He finishes tying off the field tourniquet, not sure how he manages, not with his hand slick with Barry’s blood. Something of his thoughts must be showing on his face because Barry reaches out and grips a weak hand around Danny’s wrist.

“Kid?”

It was still a stupid nickname. Danny hadn’t been a kid since before joined up with the Justice League as a field medic four years ago. But Danny was the same age as Wally and many of the other Teen Titans— all long grown out of that name— and so he got lumped in as ‘kid’ to the more senior heroes.

And now all these wonderful, heroic, brave people that Danny had come to be friends with were going to die. The monologue happening in the middle of the street made that much clear. No hero would be left alive; any chance of a future uprising would be snuffed out this very day.

Because they were going to lose.

Danny smiles softly at Barry and pries his hand away.

“Kid, whatever you’re thinking—” Barry could have no idea what Danny was thinking. No one could.

No one could, because no one knew what Danny could do.

Danny had played to the curse perfectly for seven years. A curse set on him in a stupid moment of one last teenage angst fueled vent. He had just wanted to be normal.

Sam and Tucker were going off to college. Danny wasn’t, not with his grades. Jazz was practically waiting for her girlfriend to propose. Danny couldn’t imagine even dating with his secrets. Jack and Maddie had a new contract with the GIW. Danny had stopped trying to reason with them.

Everyone else was moving on with their lives while Danny was stuck half dead. A freak of nature. A man out of life yet still living. A walking corpse.

He just wished he was normal.

He’d forgotten that he shouldn’t wish.

A wish is only a curse waiting to happen.

Well, he got it— his wish that was a curse. As long as Danny never used his powers in any noticeable way he would just be seen as a regular kid to the rest of the world— just plain, normal Danny Fenton. If he got caught using them even once— if he got caught being not normal, his powers would be gone, taken by the curse. Without his powers keeping his core humming happily along and sustaining his half dead body, Danny would be gone.

Danny had forgotten he shouldn’t wish.

But he did.

And suddenly, just like that, to everyone else, Danny was normal— no ghost attacks to fight, no GIW hunting him, no Team Phantom.

Sam and Tucker drifted quickly away without the team to bond them. Jazz checked in less and less— no need to worry about her little brother being shot. Jack and Maddie… well, they stopped having a reason to talk with him too. They had to prove the existence of ghosts! There was no time for… well, someone as normal as Danny.

Normal turned out not to be so great.

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AN: I got sent the the field medic prompt going around, for some reason? (there was no comment sent with it). It's a cute idea with some fun responses, but not really my jam to write. I'm not much into exploring ageless immortal, dimension hopping Danny in my own work. I have more of a weakness for exploring what makes Danny still human. And, as @mokulule pointed out: "I see you mentioning no angst XD".

(Have you all caught on yet that I like my angst?)

So of course I had to ask if I were to write field medic Danny, how would I get him there? And how would I hurt him once he was there? So I threw out all of the prompt and I bounced it around with Moku, her prodding me along with great questions and thoughts, and now here we are.

Because apparently my brain didn't want to warm up on one of my current ideas. This will be a one shot so help me-

(BTW: While in the very vaguest sense this started with a prompt, the above writing is not a prompt. This will be finished, it's 99% planned out already, just needs the writing.)

#dp x dc #abson #Danny Fenton/Wally West #quick death

[thelov3lybookworm]

A request for you if you feel so inclined 🥹 this doesn’t need to be romantic unless you want to spin it that way. What if cassian or azriel at one point saved an Illyrian girl from getting her wings clipped and from that point forward she idolizes them. Every time they stop by her camp she’s always there to greet them with whatever sweets she baked that day (she helps out in the kitchens at the camp) and asks them about their missions and adventures, if they’re sleeping well or eating enough and just overall doting on them. (And then if there’s a romantic twist, one day she goes to greet them and the bond snaps and she just fumbles over whether or not to offer the cookies she made that day because wouldn’t that be WAY too soon to accept a mating bond? 👀) Maybe she wants to be trained as a Valkyrie but her parents won’t allow it. maybe the girl is devlon’s daughter? But doesn’t have to be! This was a lot sorry lol (love love LOVE all your work by the way 🥰)

Mere coincidence?

Summary: Y/n never thought she would ever be treated like more than trash. So it's a surprise when one of the most powerful men in the entirety of Prythian saves her.

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A/n: hey darling, I love this so much❣️😌. Also, don't worry about it. I love when you all send me asks, especially when it has a lot of things to work with 😉

Also, I mostly try to go with someone who isn't Azriel when you tell me to choose because there's a lot of azzie stuff that I have and not enough for others Bois so I hope it's okay.

I kept this one short because I didn't want to keep you waiting. I'll be writing a part two soon. Please let me know what you think about it!

Anyways, that's all. Enjoy!

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Everything was flying downhill, which was not the best choice of words, as in a moment, she would never be able to fly.

She tried again to loosen the bonds on her wrists, all in vain. She'd been tied here since dawn, and it was now afternoon. They did this all the time to females, just to make them feel more helpless. It made them feel like they had time to escape, but they didn't.

There weren't many female who had been able to get freed of the bonds on their wrists, but the few who did? They were shot down before they could even reach flying heights.

Y/n looked around. No one paid attention to her, as if she didn't exist. Maybe for them she didn't. It was common occurrence that a female, sometimes more than one, would be tied to one of the posts in the center of the camp. It was only her today.

Snow crunched behind her, and she stiffened. Her father walked around her to her front, kneeling. He studied her for a moment before standing.

"Get the equipments." He called out to someone behind him.

"Yes my lord!" The Illyrian said before running off as a crowd gathered.

She stared at him.

Her father.

But that's not what people thought of when they talked about him. No, what came to mind when people saw her father was a great warrior. That he was the Lord of the camp.

Lord Devlon.

"What are you looking at girl? Staring like that wouldn't spare you."

"I know. I'm not stupid enough to think that." She lifted her chin. Which was not the right choice, as her father looked on the verge of chopping someone to pieces. That someone being her.

But she didn't care. Being chopped to pieces was preferable to losing her wings. There was nothing she was scared of, because no matter what she did or didn't do, her wings were going to be clipped today.

She could be a brat, or she could be the most innocent and naive female, who would do anything the males asked of her. It wouldn't fucking matter, because in the end, the thing that mattered most to her, she would be stripped of.

When two Illyrians came to turn her around, she stood before they could touch her. She didn't want anyone touching her. Even if she was going to her death, she would go by her own two feet. She will not be dragged anywhere by people who had to belittle and hurt females to feel powerful.

She stood and, maintaining eye contact with her fuming father, and turned away, baring her back and wings to him, flaring them wide.

Nothing happened for a moment, and then a footstep sounded. Another and then another.

She took a deep breath, readying herself for the pain and anguish when she felt the cold press of the tools on one of her wings. She bit her tongue when the tool started slowly digging into her back, awaiting the–

A loud thump echoed through the still and silent crowd, and slowly people started dispersing. She blinked, daring to turn her head to look when the tool left her back. Her father was thrown on the ground, and the people who were still standing next to them gasped.

What the hell?

She turned as much as she could, and she found herself staring into the hazel eyes of the General of Night Court.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice low and raspy. She nodded, not knowing what to do with the fact that this male was talking to her. He nodded, slashing through the bonds on her wrist with a dagger before turning back to her father.

"Touch her or her wings again and you'll be carcass before you can blink."

Hey father snarled, trying to get up but before he could even get one leg under him, the General was on him, landing punch after punch on his face.

She stood there shocked. Why the hell was the General here? And, why in the hell was he saving her?

As she stared, wondering if she should do anything to save her father, totally not enjoying the show, another Illyrian landed nearby. This new arrival pulled the General off of her father.

A hint of disappointment entered her, but she chided herself for thinking that way.

Y/n watched as the two Illyrian murmured furiously to each other, and then the one with the blue siphons turned to her father.

"I believe you understood what he wanted to say. Don't make us repeat ourselves. The High Lord will be here shortly."

"He didn't send–"

"No he didn't. But who do you think owns this place, and, indirectly, your life?"

"Curse you, you bastards." The two Illyrians looked as indifferent to her father's insult as a cat to its owner's affection.

The General then walked to where she stood, his siphons casting a light red glow over his form and his immediate surroundings. "Are you sure you are alright?"

She nodded numbly, staring at the absolute giant of a man.

"Stay away from her you disgusting pig!" Her father spat as he climbed to his feet.

The General cocked his head, sharing a look with the Spymaster before turning away.

"Mind your language Devlon. I'll be back to check on her. And I swear to the Cauldron, if she is hurt or loses her wings, I will act on my promise."

Why the hell would he do that?

Her father barked at her to get back to her duties, cursing and grunting as he left with a few Illyrian men.

But Y/n stared after the General and Spymaster's retreating forms, clutching her left elbow with her right.

Wondering if it was a mere coincidence that they had arrived just before she lost her precious wings.

She didn't know why the General cared enough to threaten to kill her father if her wings were clipped, but she did know one thing.

She would fight. For herself and her life.

She wouldn't just sit back and take whatever the males threw at her, making herself smaller to feed their egos.

She had always tried to not be a nuisance to her father or any others, having always thought that she was worth nothing.

No. She wasn't the one who thought that way. She had been forced to think that way by the ideals and traditions that had been embedded in their minds.

And now, she would fight.

She would endure anything thrown her way, and she would face it.

She will train with the men. Of course, after she finished all the chores assigned to her.

And if she died in the process of her rebellion?

Then she would have died for a great cause.

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Part 2

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[sulieykte]

𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 ೃ⁀➷ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Pairing: Adult!Neteyam (19) x Fem!Omatikaya Reader (21) Warnings: explicit smut, pet names, praise kink, the tiniest hint of degradation, softdom!Neteyam, oral sex (m receiving) Word Count: 1.4k a/n: The final part to this little series is here, dedicated to the wonderful 📸 anon who kicked off this whole thing with their request. This is only lightly proofread, so if you see any errors, then no you didn't because I'll be back in the morning to read through again. Na'vi word bank: sevin - pretty, tewng - loincloth, syulang - flower, karyu - teacher Click to be added to my taglist. Requests are open

You finally get a chance to photograph Neteyam, but you can't help but push your luck.

previous

Neteyam had quickly discovered how effective an incentive his promise had been.

To the amazement of both your fathers, under Neteyam’s tutelage you had passed your iknimaya on your first try, ready in a matter of weeks. But it was no surprise to your teacher, who had seen the fire in your eyes, the determination to get what you wanted.

The celebration held by your father had barely come to an end before you found him, fingers intertwining with his as you led him to your new mount. He hadn’t questioned you as he climbed onto your ikran behind you, knowing your patience had been waning with each training session that he insisted you left your camera behind. Each time that his hands roamed your body but you were not yet allowed to touch his.

He couldn’t help but think that you were now seeking revenge.

His cock was achingly hard at the sight of you crouched down, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you tried to get the angle of your shot just right. As you had been for the better part of an hour, directing him into position after position until he found himself with his back resting against a thick root of the tree of souls, legs splayed wide in front of him, his leaking erection exposed to the cool air.

“Sevin please.” He whines, hips bucking into nothing as if it would give him any relief. He would wrap his hand around his length, but his last attempt to do so had you scolding him for ‘ruining your shot’ and Neteyam who prided himself in excelling at everything, wanted to be nothing less than a perfect subject.

Yet when he sees the twitch at the corner of your lips, he knows he’s being played. You try to hide your amusement from behind the camera, but he knows that if he could see your eyes they’d be sparkling with mischief.

“Sevin.” His voice rumbles from his chest as he tilts his head, trying to catch your eyes from behind the screen. Your ears fold back and you drop the camera from your face, a look of faux innocence gracing your features as you raise your brow.

“Yes, Neteyam?”

“Come here.”

“But-“ The look on his face ends any argument you have prepared.

You fumble with the camera, trying to find somewhere you could set it that would allow you to document this moment. With the hunger in which he looked at you, you knew you would want to look back on this.

“Leave it.” His words stop you in your tracks and the way you look at him, eyes wide and sad and the way that your tail halts it erratic wagging, he nearly takes it back. And of course, he will eventually. He will give you what you want, as he always does. “I mean it Sevin, you had your chance. Now don’t make me come over there.”

Your hands tighten around the camera, eyes narrowing as they meet his. His cock twitches and Neteyam hopes that you disobey him, that you give him a reason to punish you. But of course, you don’t. As always you do as asked of you, his sweet thing, and you abandon your prized possession and seat yourself in his lap.

His head falls back as your soaked tewng meets his swollen tip and you roll your hips a suspicious amount of times in the name of getting comfortable, until he regains his composure and fingers grasp at your middle, stilling your movements.

“Not so fast baby girl.” He catches your jaw, his hold firm as he turns your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you meet his ravenous golden eyes, clenching around nothing at the expression that had become all too familiar. “I spend weeks teaching you. Taking my precious time to make sure you can be of some use to this clan. Yet you think you can tease me? Getting off on having me bare for you, on leaving me untouched? Now tell me syulang, do you think that is any way to repay your teacher?”

Your mouth opens to proclaim your innocence as he thrusts his hips, cock brushing against your clit with a bruising force that knocks the air from your lungs and the disobedience from your tongue. “Cat got your tongue, sevin?” He breathes, tugging your jaw forward until his lips meet yours. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming it as his own until both of your chests are left heaving against each other. You lean forward, desperate to feel him, to taste him again but he halts your movement with his unrelenting grip on your face.

You pout, a last resort to appeal to his better nature, a move that had proved effective on many occasions prior. Pairing it with a soft coo of “Neteyam.” and a roll of your hips for added effect.

“Nice try sevin, but did you really think you could tease me like that and get away with it?” He questions, hands running down your body until they’re at your hips lifting you off of him, a smirk playing at his lips as you whine at the distance it creates between his firmness and your wet heat. His cock springs up between you, and your mouth waters at the sight of it, wet with both of your arousals. “No, it seems like karyu still has one last lesson to teach you.”

He settles back into the root, hand clasping your wrist and bringing your hand to his seeping cock. “Now, show me you can be good, and you might still get to come tonight.”

That’s all the encouragement you need to take him in your hand, relishing in the sound he makes as you finally give his length the attention it deserves. His eyes widen as he watches you crawl down his body, slowly pumping his cock as you settle yourself between his thighs. This was not something that had been included in any of your lessons.

You stick your tongue out and lick him from base to tip, swirling your tongue along his slit to taste his arousal. His hand finds its way into your hair wrapping around your braids in a firm but gentle grip. You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you take in as much of him as you can until he hits the back of your throat and you’re forced to take the rest of him in your hand, not wanting to leave an inch untouched.

Neteyam's hands tighten in your hair, a growl rumbling from his chest. He’s close already, his cock so desperate for touch that he’d been ready to spill into you the moment your lips wrapped around his tip. "That's it, sevin. Take it all. You're so good for me." Your cunt clenches, slick dripping down your thighs at his sweet praise.

His hips buck uncontrollably pushing his tip further down your throat and he groans as your throat spasms around him trying to accommodate the added intrusion. He barely gets out an apology as his release finally overtakes him and he spills into your mouth. You swallow every drop eagerly, licking him clean, not letting a drop of his release go to waste.

You rest your head on his thigh, regaining control of your breathing , delighting in the feeling of his hands running softly through your hair as he comes down from his high. A hand reaches down to grasp your own and he pulls you back up into his lap, his cock already hard again as it settles between your soaked folds.

He holds you tight against his chest, his lips pressing to your forehead in adoration. "You're such a good girl for me, sevin." His words send a shiver down your spine, cheeks tinting with pink as he cups them between his hands and presses his lips to yours, tongue pressing into your mouth to catch a taste of himself. He pulls away, but not without leaving another quick peck on your lips.

“Now go and get your camera, sevin. I think it’s time we make a movie.”

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[joshs-big-toe]

do you write fics? i NEED someone to write more josh futterman fics. but like where’s he’s subby yk? i just need that man so bad 😭😭

im not great at writing, but i have been WAITING for a request to write a fic! i am not used to writing in second person so if there's an accidental "i said" or something along those lines forgive me!

cw: josh futturman, sub-josh, fem!reader, p in v, oral sex, descriptive smut, fluff in the end

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"josh!" you called from down the stairs, not getting a response from him. grumbling, you stomp up the stairs, cursing to yourself under your breath. the dumbass was addicted to this video game called Biotic Wars. at least you think that's the name of the game. it frustrated you. it felt like you haven't had a friend in months because of his obsession with this game. finally, your foot hit the top step of the second floor. "josh?" you called out again, not as loudly. you listened, hearing a soft groan come from behind his door. you hesitantly walk toward his bedroom door, stopping to listen for a moment.

"oh, shit, y/n..." you hear him whine on the other side of the door. you gasp and cover your mouth, surprised by the sudden mention of your name. slowly, you crack your door open slightly. you can't see much, but you can see his shoulder shaking and his jeans down around his ankles. your eyes widen as you feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks, as well as a heat pooling between your legs.

"j-josh..." you stutter out while opening the door wider, catching a glimpse of him stroking his dick in a quick manner before his head shot toward you, panic settling into his eyes.

"s-shit!" josh jumped out of his gaming chain, causing it to roll away from him. he reached down, fumbling with his jeans and boxers, trying to pull them up quickly. he tripped, causing him to tumble onto his shelf, falling and knocking it off the wall, causing a loud crash to echo in the room. you watched the chaos unfold in front of you, holding in a laugh. "what," he paused to clear his throat. "what are you doing here?" josh stood up, turning to look at the mess of broken shelf and objects laying on the floor. his hair was messy, falling into his eyes. defeated, he turned back to look at you, his dark eyes looking nervous, chest heaving as he was trying to catch his breath.

"we um, we agreed to hang out today, remember?" a clear flush of pink was dusting my cheeks.

"is it 4:00 already?" he asked, walking over to his desk and looking at the time on his phone. he let a groan and ran his hand down his face. "im sorry," he said, barely in a whisper. you were unsure what to say at this point. you had liked josh for years, but he had never shown interest in you, but god forbid you say anything in the risk that he would actually like you back.

"don't be," you whispered back. he met your gaze, confusion filling his eyes.

"what?"

"i said don't be," you gave him a soft smile. he smiled back softly, walking over and sitting on his bed. you followed, sitting next to him, letting your knees brush against each other.

"how much did you hear?"

"i heard you say my name, but i didn't see much," you said in a very confident and teasing manner. he was looking down at his hands, his face a nice shade of crimson. "what's wrong?" you tease, moving your hand under his chin to make him meet your gaze.

"n-nothing..." he stuttered out. "i just, um," he couldn't get the words out. without thinking, you leaned forward, your lips pressing against his. you heard a small gasp escape josh, but you felt him immediately melt into the kiss. you felt his hand rest on your thigh as he tried to move closer to you. you felt his mouth gap slightly, giving you a chance to slide your tongue in, letting them dance around each other. your hands made their way up into his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, tugging on it slightly. with that, he let out a guttural groan. "fuck," he breathed onto your lips.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted this," you mumble, adjusting your body to straddle his lap, feeling his cock rubbing on your heat. you began grinding on him softly, making him throw his head back in a stifled moan.

"m-me too," he whined out, grabbing at your ass trying to push you against him harder.

you reach down, grabbing his wrists and making him stop. "no, and be quiet." he looked up at you, a flash of desperation in his eyes. he quickly nodded.

"okay..." he whispered. you got up off of him, pointing at the bed, signaling at him to scoot up and lay down. he immediately did so, you following him to straddle him again, grinding against his confined dick. he bit his lower lip, watching you carefully trying to stifle the whines that were escaping his lips. "please," he whimpered out. you slipped off your shirt, the cold air causing goosebumps to form on your skin. josh bit his lips, eyes hungrily searching your body. you kissed his neck as you worked on the button of his jeans. you trailed kisses down his clothed chest before sliding his jeans and boxers off allowing his cock to spring free, then throwing them into a messy pile on the floor. his eyes followed your movements, hands gripping the bedsheets under him. you slowly began pumping the base of his cock as you brought your tongue down to the tip of his cock, making slow circles around him. his hips moved upward.

"be fucking still," you murmured, grabbing onto his hip with your free hand, gripping it tightly.

"i, im sorry," he whined out. "just feels s'good," his words were slurred together as his head leaned back. you bring your mouth back, wrapping your lips around him, bobbing your head up and down on his length at an agonizingly slow pace. he whined, gripping the back of your head, squirming beneath you. "mmmplease, faster," he gasped out between whines and whimpers.

"so needy," you hummed on him, quickening your speed. he arched his back, his reaction causing the heat between your legs to ache. you ran your tongue on the underneath side of his shaft, sucking on the tip harshly before taking him back into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"fuck im gonna~" you pulled off of him before he had a chance to finish his sentence, not allowing him to have his release. he looked up at you, desperation in his eyes. "p-please y/n, i need to cum," he whined.

"i want to fuck you first, joshy," you grinned before sliding your own shorts and panties off. you moved your hand down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles around it before moving up to him. "I'm going to ride your face, okay? you're going to make me cum before you can," i hummed. eagerly, he moaned out an 'okay' before you straddled his face. you immediately felt his hands grab onto your thighs as his tongue flicked over your folds, causing you to let out a low groan. "fuck, you're doing so good for me," you whispered. you leaned on one hand to brace yourself on the headboard while the other lightly tugged at tufts of his hair. he moaned into your heat as you tugged at his hair. his tongue periodically flicking over your clit, causing tremors of pleasure to run thorough you. you moaned, feeling a heat building up in your core. "fuck josh don't stop," you moaned out. he moved his head back and forth, moving his tongue in and out of you before moving it up to your clit again. before you knew it, you felt your orgasm burst out of you, making your body jolt, throwing your head back in a loud moan. josh moaned underneath you as you rode out your orgasm. you get off him wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling it get impossibly harder with your touch.

"p-please fuck me now," he whined out, unable to contain himself much longer. his eyes were glazed over with pleasure.

"so fucking needy," you mumble as you line his cock up with your entrance, slowly easing yourself onto him, stretching you out. you groaned as he whined, grabbing your hips to push you onto him. this caused you to grab his wrists, pinning them above his head, his eyes not leaving yours. "you're going to be good and not touch me, right?"

"i," he cut himself off with a needy moan as you started slowly bouncing on him, his eyes screwing shut.

"fuck, so big," you said through your own pleasure. "this is better that fucking your hand, mm joshy?" he nodded, his mouth open slightly as he tried to hold it together. you leaned down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. you quickened your movements, attacking his neck while you grinded on him, making him whine and moan. you let go of his hands, placing yours on his chest to brace yourself to quicken your movements even more.

"c-can i come," he breathed out, eyes still shut and brows furrowed. "please i can't hold on much longer," he groaned. you didn't answer, just leaned down to kiss him again, a much softer and intimate kiss. you felt the heat bubbling inside you again as his cock twitched, insinuating his closeness.

"be a good boy, cum inside," you whisper in his ear, you feeling yourself unfolding as your second orgasm hit, clenching around his cock. he groaned, letting out strained breaths as he reached his climax, filling you with his seed. you leaned down to kiss his forehead as he rode out his orgasm.

"s-shit, y/n.." he heaved. you looked down at him, his hair clinging to the sweat on his forehead. "thank you," he whispered. his eyes remained shut as he caught his breath. you got off of him, laying down next to him, catching your own breath. "hold on," he quietly said before getting up and leaving the room. he returned quickly with a small towel, gingerly cleaning you off before cleaning himself off. he offered you your underwear and one of his tshirts.

"thank you," you slipped them on as he pulled his boxers back on. you didn't notice at first, but they had a biotic wars pattern on them.

"you're an idiot, joshy." you smiled, looking over to him.

"what, i like the game!" he said, slightly offended. you rolled your eyes as he crawled back onto the bed, laying sideways with his head on your shoulder. he draped his arm over your stomach. "you said you've wanted to do that for a while?" he looked up to you, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"shut up," you smiled.

"what, im being serious!" you couldnt help but laugh.

"well, ive wanted to be with you since we were 15. i started wanting this when i went off to school. i missed you a lot. thought about you all the time really." you sighed out, closing your eyes. you felt him smile against your shoulder.

"ive liked you for a while too, was just scared to say anything." you didnt respond, just planted a kiss on his forehead. he sighed. "please dont tell anyone how much of a loser i am in the bedroom," he chuckled sleepily.

"aww not even my best friend?" he grumbled. "fine, fine you big baby." a comfortable silence filled the room, and soon the both of you drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

okay first fic done lol if yall made it through that and for some reason want more, send me recs! ill do 'em! thanks for reading lol

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[hihomeghere]

Hello my new favorite creator! I just saw your response to my last request (the soft y/n dom one) and I'm deffo going to formally request you turn it into a story (if you're not doing that already) I've been reading more of your content and it's quickly becoming an addiction 😅 any way I'll be a big supporter from the shadows <333 -🧛 anon (Naming myself lol)

Routine | Five Hargreeves / F!Reader

Part of the Tesoro series (Can be read as a one shot)

Word Count : 2.3k Summary : After the confession, Five and reader head back to a hotel room. Soft dom y/n. Aged up!Five Warnings/Tags : Smut, handjob, masturbation, piv, cursing, fluff at the end, this is filth enjoy <3 ( I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters )

If Five was anything, he was a creature of habit. His father had ingrained that in him from a young age. Chores, training, studies, hell even his meal times were scheduled. His entire life was based on routine. 

Then he was stuck in the apocalypse, and even though there were millions of things Five could be mad at his father about, he had to appreciate his sense for routine. It kept him alive, he still had a set time to eat (if he had anything to eat), but instead of training he was scavenging. Picking through a wasteland for anything edible, along with trying to find a sustainable source of clean water. While picking through for food, he would also collect anything to help conserve his energy. Things like his bike or wagon, etc. His definition of ‘resting’ was mainly anytime he could sit down. During those periods he would work on equations, trying to find a way out of there and back to his family. And although it wasn’t strictly in his routine, mental breakdowns always seemed to weasel their way into his day. 

Thankfully, both of those routines were a thing of the past. Now his routine consisted of reading up on case files before going into the field. He’d kill whoever he had to and afterwards he’d reward himself with fucking his fist until he fell asleep. Did it make him feel a bit disgusted with himself, yes, but masturbation had been the only stress relief he’d ever had. Again, just another one of his constants throughout the years. What he hadn’t accounted for was you. At first he had marked you off as a nuisance. Like the cockroaches that somehow managed to survive alongside Five, although you were much nicer to look at. 

Five knew he was in trouble when he started subconsciously adding your routines into his. You would start getting hungry around 11:30 every day, like clockwork. So he had started planning his lunches for around 11:30, not because the thought of you eating alone made his heart seize in his chest, just to make his work more efficient. It aggravated him to have to wait for you to be finished with your lunch, only for him to get hungry once you returned. So out of convenience, he started eating lunch with you. Little things like that.

He couldn’t exactly say he was surprised. You were always one to throw wrenches in the works. Although he didn’t account for a deviation of this size into his plan. When he kissed you, a silent confession on his feelings, he knew there would be no going back. You were it for him. He loved you and you seemed to share those feelings. Your lips crashed against his as he fumbled with the key to the hotel room. You giggled into the kiss, something so sickly sweet. His hands were back on you as soon as the door swung open. Pulling the key out of the lock and throwing it onto a side table as he kicked the door close behind you. His hands were everywhere, touching and squeezing. Your breasts, oh god, your tits. He couldn’t get enough of them, his hand flew under your blouse, pinching your nipple through your  bra. You gasped softly, your hands threading through his hair. He stopped, admiring your flushed face as he kicked off his shoes. Your lips parted slightly, hot breath fanning across his face, a light splattering of blood across your cheek. 

You pulled away, and he almost whined at the loss of contact. What was happening to him? Did you really have such a hold on him? He was taken back to his younger years, when his father would read from Homer’s Odyssey. He had never paid much attention to the sirens, that was more of Diegos and Luthers interest. He wished he had listened to Circe’s warnings like Odysseus, now he was sure he had met a siren in person. He was bewitched by you, drawn to you like iron to a magnet. Five was sure you were more beautiful than Helen of Troy, hell even Aphrodite would be jealous of your beauty. 

“I’m going to take a shower.” You smiled, pushing him back onto the bed before kissing his cheek. Another one of your routines, always showering after a mission. You made a show of undressing yourself, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. Then shimmying out of your trousers. You hooked your fingers under your bra strap, pulling them down at an agonizing pace. You unhooked your bra, throwing it onto the chair. Five’s eyes never left your body until you were behind the bathroom door. He gulped, his cock painfully pressed against the crotch of his slacks. He hurried to pull himself free, the buckle of his belt clinking metal against metal. He started to get frantic in his movements, unzipping his pants and kicking them off along with his underwear. His cock sprung up against his stomach. He let out a sigh, spitting into his hand. He grabbed himself, lubricating his dick with his spit. At times like this he wondered if was seriously fucked in the head. But normally once he ran his thumb over the slit on his head any negative thoughts would be tucked away. He arched his neck, letting out a shaky breath as he started to stroke himself. His mind wandering to you, always you. “Fuck,” he sighed squeezing the base of his cock. Your flushed face, a blush painting your cheeks. That slutty fucking skirt you wore, tight around your hips, he didn’t know how you got that little thing over your ass. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as he picked up the pace. How your lips felt against his throat as you ordered him to cum, your tits bouncing with each of his thrusts. His hips jolted up into his hand, he craved more, his other hand gently cupped his balls. He was close, his breath getting caught in his throat. “Y/n.” He whined, his eyes fluttering close.

“Starting without me?” You asked leaning on the doorway to the bathroom. Clad in only a towel, tightly wrapped around your body. He froze, caught red handed with his pants down. Fuck he was so close. He tugged on himself, chasing after his high as it slowly slipped away. You stopped him, swatting his hand away from his dick. “Excuse me?” You scoffed, your arms crossed above him. You stared down at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. You grabbed his face, your fingers pressing his lips together, his skin dimpling under your grip. His breath hitched, his eyes going wide. “Y/n, what are you doing?” He said through squished lips.

“You started without me.” You repeated, a wolfish grin spreading across your face. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. You turned his face so he was looking at you, his green eyes wide. He let out a surprised sound, “Now, would you like to finish?” You asked with a commanding voice. His eyes flicked all over your face. 

“Y-yes.” He stuttered, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. You let go of his face, walking backwards until the back of your knees hit the plush chair. You sank down onto the chair, slowly undoing your towel, letting it pool around your body. 

He stared at you, his eyebrows still furrowed. You chuckled to yourself, his expression taking you back to the first night you spent together. So unsure of himself, his hands twitched against the sheets. His dick stood at attention, brushing against his white shirt. His angry red tip made a wet spot on his shirt. 

“Take off your shirt first,” you said, leaning back in the chair, spreading your legs. It was like he had been frozen until your command. His eager fingers moved to his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons quickly. He tore it off of him, throwing it onto the floor. He turned to you for his next instructions, a newfound glint in his eye. “You can touch yourself.” You cooed, immediately his hand wrapped around his cock. Stroking himself with fever, he wet his bottom lip, his hips jolting against his fist. Five was so pretty like this, not that he wasn’t a gorgeous man, but he was so vulnerable. Pride bloomed in your chest knowing that you were the only one allowed to see Five like this. His head fell back, giving you a gorgeous view of his neck. He let out a strangled whine, his lips parting. You sat up, unable to help yourself. You stalked towards him, your hands holding his shoulders. Your lips attacked his neck, nipping and sucking on his neck. Dark spots adorning his pale skin.

“Fuck,” he moaned, leaning into your touch. You reached down, pulling his hand away. He let out a frustrated whine, biting his lip as he stared into your eyes. You smiled sweetly, kissing his cheek over his two freckles, before squeezing his shaft. You began to pump him harshly, sucking a deep mark on his collarbone. His hands flew to your hips, holding them with a vice like grip. “I’m gonna cum.” He said through his gritted teeth, “please let me cum.” He squeezed your hips, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

“You can cum baby,” You chuckled, licking a stripe up his neck. He cried out his hips jolting against your hand as ropes of cum shot out onto your fist. You grinned, working him through his orgasm. A pained expression painting his features. As he came down from his high, he softly rubbed circles onto your hips. 

“That was…” He trailed off clearing his throat, his hands drifting upwards on his body. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him flush against your body.

“Never would have guessed Mr. Five Hargreeves would be so obedient.” You laughed, kissing him. He pulled away from the kiss.

“Are you trying to get a rise out of me y/n?” He said, cocking his head slightly. A smug smile spread across his face, his eyes darkened. You felt like the prey instead of the predator under his gaze.

“I would never dream of it.” You smirked, feeling him get hard against your stomach. “Already?” You chuckled, rolling your eyes. 

“I can’t help that I have the most gorgeous girl in front of me, naked.” He mused, raising his eyebrows. You pushed him back, his back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. He smirked, propping himself up on his elbows. You crawled on top of him, setting yourself over his waist. He leaned his head forward, his lips covering your right breast. You lowered yourself onto him, moaning as he pushed through your opening. He let out a pained cry against your breast. 

“Are you alright?” You asked, stalling your movement.

“Mmm,” he hummed, his eyes shut tight, his hands gripping your hips, stilling any movements you would make. “Just sensitive, tesoro.” He chuckled looking up at you through his heavy eyelashes. You grinned, you wanted nothing more than to have Five under you a blubbering mess. And you were gonna have it. 

You rolled your hips against him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips. He let out a choked gasp, his head falling back against the bed.

“You like that baby?” You asked, dragging your hips up and down against him. 

“Fuck yes.” He whined, arching his back off the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your chest. You rocked back and forth, Five’s fingernails dragging down your back. You moaned, pushing him back against the bed. You leaned back, propping yourself up on his thighs as you jutted your hips forward again and again. That familiar coil tightening in your stomach. “F-fuck.” He cried, his hips jolting against your pelvis, his pubic hair rubbing at your clit. His eyes shone with unshed tears as he bit his lip, his hands gripping the sheets beneath you. 

“You feel so good, you make me feel so good Five.” You huffed, struggling to keep up your pace. He whimpered a tear falling down his cheek. Suddenly his body jolted, his hands gripping your waist holding you down onto his hips as he came with a cry. You grinned against him, reaching your own orgasm. You moaned, high pitched and breathy as his cock twitched inside you. His cum painting your walls as you clenched down on him

“Christ woman.” He sighed, his arm covering his eyes. You pulled away his arm, wiping away a stray tear.

“Glad to be of service.” You asked sweetly, kissing his cheek before pecking his lips. You slowly got off of his lap, his softened cock slipping out of you. You laid down beside him, lightly trailing your fingers over his chest. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. Your head laying on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your ear. 

“I love you.” He says, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Are you thinking of someone else?” You tease, staring up at him through your lashes. 

“No.” He says, rolling his eyes feigning annoyance. He sits up, you prop yourself up on your arm. “I’m serious,” he cups your face, “I love you so goddamn much.” He says kissing you. You were sure you had died and gone to heaven. His hand against your face, with his soft slightly bruised lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss, feeling like a love sick teenager.

“I love you.” You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck, “I love you, I love you.” You kissed the corner of his lips, his cheek, his forehead. He chuckled softly, as you met his eyes. “I love you Five Hargreeves.” You whispered, resting your forehead against his.

“And I you.” He smiled. Five would happily add anything pertaining to you into his routine any day. 

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PAIRING: tdc!gally x fem!reader WARNINGS: gally's death GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: i miss you by adele WORD COUNT: 928 A/N: this was really fast paced but i've had the end part in my mind for weeks now so sorry if its rushed :)

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they could never make you hate him, even after what happened to chuck.

as much as you wanted to, you just couldn’t do it. he had been your best friend, your crush, your rock, your lover. 

it was so good at first, maybe too good to be true, whatever it was it felt right with him. gally was the only thing in the glade keeping you sane, whole.

with thomas grabbing you by your waist, pulling you away from his body. gally giving you a last “it’s okay,” before you were snatched away from him. 

tears streaming down your cheeks as you reached out for him, squirming in thomas’s arms trying to free yourself, as you were both tugged through the exit by someone in full combat gear.

you were finally out of the maze, but at what cost?

after his death, you were distant from the others except newt. he always made sure you were eating and drinking, checking up on you when distanced yourself from the others.

newt was like a brother to you, having him close helped, but then again what could he do for what only felt like heartache. 

your eyes swollen and puffy as tears rolled down your cheeks, trying to keep your sniffles muffled by the sleeve of your jacket as the other slept.

time heals. well that’s what people used to say, but you think that’s bullshit because how does this ever get better?

everytime you closed your eyes you could see him, his hand shakily holding the gun in thomas’s direction, his eyes filled with tears, the infection spreading across his skin. then bang! jilting yourself out of bed, chest tightening, tears. it was the same cycle every time you slept.

feeling as it was almost selfish to feel this way, you got to live, you got a chance to try to survive, but here you were here mopping. losing winston only added to your heartache. all you could do was pray that you got to minho in time.

nearing the last city the sound of angered shouts echoed far, definitely too many for the eight of you to take on, so you got closer to figure out what to do next. 

gently pushing through the crowd, trying to get to the front to see what was happening. a hand was placed over your mouth, muffling you crying out for help. the other around your waist as the person who grabbed you lifted you off the ground.

the others were still ahead of you, not noticing what was happening, until it was too late. out of nowhere mini missiles were getting shot at the ground beside you, making the person who had you fumble, almost letting you go.

another person in a gas mask watched this happen, they started to grab your legs and drag you towards a truck, if you were gonna go, you were gonna go kicking and screaming all the way.

“get off of her!” newt yelled, dragging the man who had your feet off of you, but another two came up behind him and got him too.

both of you were soon thrown into a beaten down navy truck, leaving you sat side by side, breathing heavily. a certain are you alright? look shared between the two of you before staring down the three armed, masked people in front of you.

the car ride tense and rocky as the vehicle drifted around corners, making you bump shoulders with newt. 

it soon came to an abrupt stop, the doors being pulled open and the two of you nudged out of it. looking around you, you could see an abandoned car park, thomas & brenda, multiple guys with masks.

the sounds of muffled fighting could be heard in the van beside you, then bursts out jorge punching one of them. 

shouting about where brenda was, but soon found her.

“it’s alright, we’re on the same side,” 

thomas stepping closer, pushing you protectively behind him, “who the hell are you?”

after a long pause the unknown leader takes off his mask, “gally?” you mutter in disbelief, peeking out from behind thomas.

his eyes soften at the sight of you, “hey sweetheart,” giving you that familiar smile that you had missed so much. 

it doesn’t take long for you to bound up to him, throwing your arms around his neck, bringing him into a bone crushing hug. he hugged you back even tighter, lifting you off of the ground with ease.

you moved back just enough to look at his face, a soft smile danced over your lips as tears filled your eyes again, “what the fuck. how is this real?”

“i’ll explain everything inside, c’mon,” he placed you back on the ground, grasping your hand in his own as he signalled the others to follow him.

bonus:

you were now cuddled up in bed with gally. your head on his chest, legs intertwined, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“i never thought we’d have this again,” speaking softly as you looked up at him, “i really thought i lost you.” 

he gazes down at you, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, “whether you like it or not, i'm not going to give up on you…on us.”

“that’s what i like to hear,” you joke, playfully elbowing his side with your arm, earning a chuckle from him as you cuddled closer to each other.

for the first time in months you’d finally be able to sleep peacefully with him by your side again.

© ruewrote.

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[oneshotnewbie]

hellooo! how are you? could you write angst carina x maya x reader where they have a fight over something stupid and r drives off in anger, which leads to them crashing. Eventually r is brought to the hospital and carina is paged to the er and she sees the condition r is in. After that a scene with maya at your hospital bed pls?

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of suicide and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

I have to post this request in two parts again because I wrote too much. Also I let out a small detail because I didn´t know how to write it. I'm sorry! ♥

The caustic stabbing feeling in your stomach, which had been creeping up all afternoon, became more intense the louder the discussion between the three of you got. "I am not overworking, I am fine!" you screamed at Carina and Maya as they watched you start throwing the dirty dishes into the sink in a rage.

The blonde, who was sitting on the couch and nervously fumbling with the thread of her jeans, was protecting herself by silently enduring the consequences of the dispute that had arisen. The brunette on the other hand, tried to address the issue by placing a hand gently on your forearm, trying to calm you down while you unfolded wildly about the latest suspicion that the two had thrown into the room.

You knew exactly, what they were getting at.

For a few weeks, you were hardly at home. Working late into the night and studying hard at the library for your graduation simultaneously, you oscillated between stressful things and barely had any time in between to provide your body and mind with the care it needed.

Of course you knew what you were doing was not healthy, noticing it clearly from the lack of sleep and the resulting dark circles that adorned your tired, lackluster eyes. Throbbing headaches stretching from your temples to your neck, mixed with accompanying dizziness and reduced performance, became commonplace.

"Maybe you should think about quitting your job at the station," suggested Maya, who had spoken up for the first time in this argument. She did not want to see you leave the team, you were an important link that held it together and enabled good cooperation. But she knew from your behavior and your manner how close you were to a breakdown.

Dismayed by the statement thrown in, you tossed the sponge into the sink and braced your lower back against the metal tub. Arms crossed strictly under your chest, you furrowed a brow and pressed your lips into a thin line.

"If you would spend a little less time on the treadmill and instead help get the vehicles back in shape for the next call, I probably would have time to relax between those since you are so worried about my health" you complained immediately.

You were getting tired of having these conversations that always ended up with a discussion. The topic was always present and got on your last nerve. Of course you understood that they only wanted to protect you and keep you safe, but that was absolutely not necessary.

Before the blonde could begin to protest your argumentation, a loud whistle cut through the commotion and ripped through your eardrums. "HEY!" the brunette yelled, making you wince next to her. With a wave of her hand, she indicated that you both should remain quiet before taking up her word once again.

"Stop that crap, arguing does nothing but upset us further and make the situation even worse by one of you both being angry and saying something that you can not undo!" At the end of her announcement, Carina raised her voice a bit while examining you both. You glared at Maya and had to control yourself not to go ballistic.

"Mhmm.." you mumbled and left the room of action to disappear in the direction of the door. You quickly pulled your keys and jacket from their places before you turned back and addressed your last words to the blonde. "Maybe you should consider that your support would also be helpful instead of telling me through the flower that you want me out of your territory"

With these words, the front door slammed shut. Hastily, you ran down the stairs of the apartment complex to your parked car around the corner, which you got into and drove away with no real plan of where to go.

Loud music blared around your ears as you drove through the streets of Seattle, your mind hanging deep into the clouds. The traffic lights were on your sides, allowing you to drive through without hitting the brakes or using the clutch.

It was liberating to experience a moment without any real task, but this feeling did not last. As soon as you crossed the middle of the intersection, you could only see a black jeep from the corner of your eye, which was heading straight for you and had no chance to dodge.

All you could hear was the screeching of the rubber-coated tires on dry asphalt, subsequently, the crushing of heavy metal when your car flew over the intersection and came to rest in a nearby garage. Dust swirled through the air. A frighteningly shrill sound in your ear and throbbing in your right temple were the first things you consciously perceived.

With great effort, you managed to keep your eyes open, though your lids were heavy as lead. You carefully felt the back of your throbbing head with your right hand, while the other managed to support yourself on the console between the two front seats.

You flinched as your fingers slid over the wound. Distraught, you brought it back in front of your blurry vision as you raised your forehead from the steering wheel and looked at your fingertips, dark blood dripping down them.

What had happened?

Your gaze wandered away from them, following the blurred figures rushing wildly around what was still recognizable as a car. A hot wave of panic made its way through your body and made the sweat of fear break out of your pores.

Frantically twitching eyes, scanned the entire environment while your brain tried to process the unfamiliar images. You desperately tried to focus and organize your thoughts, but your awareness has been miserably limited by the darkness looming ahead of you.

It only took seconds for your eyes to close and the world around you to fade away with voices echoing in your ears.

ᕚ---ᕘ

Carina hurried down the hall. The imagine that presented itself was terrifying when she took the first step into a trauma room. "What happened?" she cried through the frantic attempts of desperate help as she disappeared into the crowd that had gathered around you in the small room and reappeared next to Miranda. "Car crash, somebody hit Y/n"

Her light brown eyes scanned the battered body of the woman she truly cared about, which lay still like a statue. Most of your clothes appeared to be covered with clotted blood while your face had bruises and scratches all over. Fleetingly, she perceived the information given by the attending physicians. "Extensive superficial injuries, broken ribs, possible craniocerebral trauma. Internal abdominal injuries,"

She nodded understandingly and leaned towards your face, whose otherwise glassy eyes were closed. Your pink, plump lips were dull and sallow, and matched the pale color of your graying skin. Carina´s breath caught in her throat, she could not breathe. She bit back a cry of horror, only to cover her mouth with her trembling hand.

"Is she..?"

Nobody answered her right away, finding it tough to offer her a promising answer while they fought for your life. Pressing her palms together in a praying gesture, she hoped some higher entity, that she did not necessarily believed in, could hear her and keep you alive.

"Got a weak pulse, she needs to go in. Now!" As soon as those words left the Chief Surgeon´s mouth, Carina scurried to the side with considerable effort to let go of you, letting out a stiffed moan.

She watched as your limp body was rolled out of the room with hurry, blood dripping from your hand onto the floor. The brunette looked after you and frowned, concern and worry washing over her face.

Carina knew that you were a fighter, but she also knew that she could do nothing but hope.

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11:42 PM

seungcheol is a bit of a toxic ass in here, this is not how i see him he’s my baby boy <3333 but also i just needed to write something angsty so please enjoy and leave some feedback!!!

seungcheol didn’t know how it had gotten this far.

he wholeheartedly did not even believe he was a jealous person but something about mingyu’s hand on your arm made him see red.

he was a lucky man, he knew that for a fact and everyday spent with you reinforced the love he held for you. he trusted you, he really did. and yet, his jealousy seemed to always get the best of him.

on his left, he heard you giggle at something one of the boys said and although your hand was intertwined with his, the fact that you were giving someone your beautiful smile that should be only his made him want to claw his heart out.

you must have noticed that seungcheol was not really present in the gathering, your thumb making slow circles on his hand as he knocks back a few more shots. seungcheol squeezes your hand and leans down to whisper into your ear: “can we go, please.”

minutes later after saying your goodbyes, you were walking to your apartment, hands still clasped tight. seungcheol is quiet and he knows it’s bothering you but he also knows that if he opens his mouth he might say something he regrets.

reaching your door you turn to him and you give him a soft smile and seungcheol feels his heart bursting and he can’t keep it in anymore.

“why do you always do this.”

you frown a little and tilt your head to the side as you look at your boyfriend and seungcheol feels small under your gaze but the alcohol is spurring him on.

“do what?”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about, you seem to always be so happy to flirt with my friends.” seungcheol says, and he feels in the back of his mind that the words he is using are wrong, he is saying everything all wrong and when you abruptly let go of his hand he can feel the dread already settling in.

“what the fuck are you trying to say seungcheol?”

you used his full name. you rarely use his full name. he knows he should take it back, apologize, explain his feelings in a rational manner and yet his soju filled mind takes over and he cannot stop talking.

“you and mingyu were so close together tonight. don’t you know he likes you? are you that naive that you can’t see it? do you just have no respect for our relationship, because you seem to have no problem embarrassing me like that in front of my friends.”

“what—“

“i bet if i hadn’t been there you would have just fucked him wouldn’t you.”

the minute the words leave his mouth his heart plummets and he wants to take it back and he wants to apologize and wipe away the tears softly falling down your cheeks. he wants to get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness, he wants to do so many things to make you feel better and yet his feet stay rooted on the ground. staring at you as you hug yourself looking at him with so much pain in your tear filled eyes.

“why would you say that.”

“because you keep fucking flirting with him right in front of my eyes? if you can do that in front of me i don’t even want to know what you would do when i’m not around.”

the slap you deliver on his left cheek comes before he finishes his sentence. he knows that he deserves it and he thinks now it’s time to apologize, beg for your forgiveness, put the nonsense he just spouted behind you.

“fuck you seungcheol. i am so sick and fucking tired of you not trusting me.” you say and turn your back to him, shaky hands trying to unlock your door.

“and yet you’re not answering me, i must have hit a nerve right?”

someone should just fucking shoot me at this point.

you turn around, the pain in your eyes filled with anger, anger so burning it seems to drain all the alcohol fogging seungcheol’s brain.

“we’re done.” you say, fingers fumbling as you pry your silver promise ring off your left hand. seungcheol watches you with wide eyes and suddenly everything is clear. what the fuck was he doing?

“wait, what? baby wait—“

“no, seungcheol you wait. i cannot do this anymore. at first i thought your jealousy and possessiveness was cute and all but now it’s making me rip my hair out. your mistrust in me shows that you don’t respect me as a partner and frankly i care too much about my well being to let you talk down to me the way you do. i don’t even know who you are right now.”

the tears are still falling down your face as you take seungcheols hand and drop your ring in his palm. his eyes are searching yours as he scrambles to collect himself and the string of apologies resting on his tongue. he moves to speak but you interrupt him as you finally press your door open.

“do not contact me. ever. i will leave your things outside my door tomorrow so you can pick them up. i never want to see you again.”

with that you slam the door shut in his face and seungcheol falls to his knees in front of your door, forehead pressed against the wood.

he fucked up.

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[scribble-dribble-writes]

The Bargain

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid!reader

Word count: 2000

Warnings: none

Content: Fate tends to change in a second and that how quickly you went from being a nobody into a lost princess ✨

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Buggy used the edge of his sleeve to wipe your face clean off his paint that had transferred onto your lips.

“Are you trying to make me look presentable?”, you suppressed your smile with how he fussed over you.

“Heavens no, I just can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”, he grinned as his thumb smoothed the edge of your lips.

But when the movement beneath you stopped, the crate began to shuffle and a with a shove, you both landed on the ground. Broad daylight blinding your eyes as you began to take in the scene around you. Buggy coughed as he stood up.

“Next time stick a handle with care sticker onto your crates that carry precious cargo, sheesh.”, he dusted his hands, his eyes skimming over you to see if you were alright.

Your hands shot to your belt with how light they seemed only to know that it was empty. Your smoke bombs, daggers and guns all taken away. With how Buggy patted his empty pockets, it would seem he was stripped clean of his weapons too.

“Now if it isn’t the entertainer of the seas and his prized possession.”, you heard Arlong before you saw him. He descended down the steps from his seat that very much looked like a throne. His razor like nose scrunching as he flashed a deadly smile.

“First of all, the name’s Buggy and second, she’s my,”, he looked at you at a loss for words. He bit his tongue from saying a term of endearment because he knew it would not land as joke but instead reveal his true feelings and that was dangerous in situation like this.

“She’s my…”, he fumbled again when Arlong got close to you.

Your skin prickled with raised goosebumps and that confidence in Buggy’s stance was gone.

“She’s your spy.”, Arlong finished his sentence as he grabbed your face, his eyes boring into your features as though you were an object he was going to auction, making your body convulse at his touch.

“Get your hands off her, shithead.”, Buggy yelled only to be held back by the rest of Arlong’s crew.

“The funny thing about you, clown, is that it's very easy to know what’s valuable to you.”, Arlong laughed and it boomed against your ear.

“No amount of your paint can hide the worry in your eyes.”, Arlong continued but Buggy’s eyes flashed to find yours and the fish man was right. His eyes gave it all away.

Arlong forcefully tilted your head to catch sight of the gills hidden behind your ear as he groaned.

“Mermaid.”, he said with a disgust as he turned his gaze to Buggy. Your nails clawed against his arm but his impenetrable skin held tight as he lifted you off the ground. But as much as you knew why he was doing this, Buggy with his earnest reactions was playing straight into Arlong’s hands.

“Let her go.”, he said again but now you could hear the sober threat in his voice.

“Or you’ll do what?”, Arlong taunted.

“You’re in no place to make demands, funny face.”, he cackled as you struggled to breathe.

“What do you want?”, Buggy grew serious and Arlong dropped you to the ground like you didn't matter anymore just as his men released Buggy.

“Now you’re taking my language.”, Arlong smiled as he wiped his hands on the sides of his shirt, as though even having hold you had been beneath him.

Buggy was by your side the next instant, his eyes simmering with rage on your behalf that you held onto his hand as a sign to tell him to let it go. That the more he indulged with Arlong the deeper he was going to dig himself into trouble.

“The map, you had a run in with those newbies and I know you’re not the kind to let them run off easy.”, Arlong stated as Buggy turned to him.

“You know where they are headed don’t you?”, He continued to ask when you found the reason behind why Buggy’s bandana had looked different.

He was missing his ear.

You were in awe of his ability to be a step ahead of everyone. That was his trick, he played everyone for a fool even though he was the one with paint of his face. His every move was a distraction, he would lead you towards what you wanted only to strand you. He was cunning beneath all his jokes. Sure, he was straight forward in his attacks when he broke himself into pieces but the build up to it was the information no one was privy to. And on occasions not even you. Like any game, he was the jokester, unpredictable. To everyone else maybe, but you could read him unlike any other, with the way his eyes glanced between people or how his finger tapped his palm when he was thinking.

And now he was, his finger tapping away like a seconds hand chasing seconds.

You knew he would have found a way to track them, you knew he would have a way out of this or have information to barter. To trick Arlong all while he got closer to his treasure. You were right to have been angry with him, for having kept you from his plans but now your impulsive return had made you a bargaining chip in this chaos.

“I know where they might be headed.”, he said as he helped you up to then step in front of you protectively. His eyes darting around to make sure no one else dared to make a move.

“Good.”, Arlong purred as he slowly paced in front of him. Buggy held the side of his head without an ear as though he was shielding it most noise.

“They’re on the move, we should be too.”, he spoke but his hand wrapped around your wrist and you could see the plan strategize in his head.

To play on the defense, till you got to the docks, to then hijack a ship and ditch these guys.

But Arlong clicked his tongue as though Buggy had made a mistake and with a snap of his fingers, you were pried away from Buggy’s hold.

“You plot your schemes, I like to keep my leverages.”, Arlong watched the shock spread on Buggy’s face because a dagger was held up against your throat to make sure he was in line. You stilled, your heart beating in your ears as you felt the cold tip of the blade against your skin as you looked at the confusion spread around.

“She comes with us.”, Buggy demanded to which Arlong’s laugh thundered.

“Boy, no one makes demands in Arlong Park.”, he stated as he commanded his henchmen to take you towards a big tank that had been set up.

Your protest was in vain as the cackling voices surged around you before your skin felt the cold water and you felt the fins of your tail spread out. As you tried to climb out, your hands were pushed off the edge before a cover sealed the top.

You began to panic, your mind flashing to the night you ran from your burning town. Only fragments from that memory coming to surface once in a while. You swam closer to the glass, banging your fist against it in the hopes of breaking it when you heard Buggy’s muffled voice call your name, to calm you down. He placed his hand over yours as the glass separated you. His eyes holding your gaze as though nothing else mattered.

“How touching.”, Arlong stated sarcastically.

“All this is just a precaution if you had any ideas of running off.”, he continued to speak as he got closer to the tank himself. His eyes assessing you with no interest when you bared your teeth at him in anger.

“She’ll be good for business.”, he said without flinching and you watched as Buggy closed his hands into fists. This was degrading to watch. To see you be made into an act right in front of his eyes.

“Now come along, time’s of the essence and I’m not sure how long this tank can cater to your girlfriend.”, Arlong walked away but Buggy didn’t, his eyes still on you.

“Don’t do anything stupid.”, you warned him to which he gave you a small smile.

“I’ll try.”, he replied with only half of his humorous spirit when you spotted a fish man get close.

You turned your attention to him and when your intuition didn’t seem to calm down, you knew this wasn’t over yet. Before Buggy could react, the henchman reached for his head and right in front of you pulled him apart as he slid a blade near his neck, to let the rest of his body fall to the ground.

“Actually just your head will do, I don’t need to worry about you sneaking off if you don't have your legs.”, Arlong said in a matter of fact tone almost as if it was a genius plan he had just thought of in the instant.

Buggy’s headless body got up to chase after his head but it was tackled to the ground by other members of the crew. You could only hear bits of Buggy’s angry shouts and profanities before they put him inside a satchel while you sank to the bottom of the tank, watching Buggy’s now lifeless body be taken away to put up for display right next to your tank.

It was the most cruel. But with Arlong you couldn’t expect anything less than that.

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The night was cold and then in the morning the water was too warm. It had also begun to grow stale with no fresh water being pumped in, you began to feel dizzy. Your mind beginning to play tricks on you, watching his body endlessly in the hopes that even the slightest twitch of his fingers could be a sign that he was close by. But then to keep boredom at bay you swam around the fish bowl aimlessly, your mesmerizing tail catching the light to dazzle the viewers who had come to see you. You wanted to hide away from the ogling stares. You lacked the strength to escape and even if you did, you wouldn't get far in this state. The best option was to wait. They had to keep you alive in order to get Buggy to comply.

That’s what you think, a thought ran past your mind.

You didn’t know what to think anymore with how everything had played out. But it was when your eyes found two individuals dressed decadently approach your tank that it piqued your interest. Their eyes looking at the markings on your tail as though it meant something. They looked away after murmuring between themselves. But it only got more confusing as you continued to observe them. The woman held up two huge cloth bags and placed it into the hands of a henchman you recognized as working closely with Arlong.

He pulled open the bag and you couldn’t believe your eyes at the bundles of Berry that he pulled out from within. He nodded his head with a greedy smile on his face and your heart began to beat faster making you all the more light headed.

He signaled to the guard by your fishbowl and instantly you heard the sound a net being thrown in over you. You felt the net engulf you but pulling you up to the surface, your fins got tangled in the wire and the net seemed to be used to catch other fish men because of the wire's barbed nature so now it cut through your skin as you struggled against it. With Buggy gone, they had gone to the extent of selling you off and he wouldn't even know when he got back. If he got back.

Were the people who bought you, poachers?

No. They looked like … collectors. You felt your stomach swirl. No one kept to their word out here, you knew that but all this while you had grown comfortable in Buggy’s words and reliability that what was happening now was the unimaginable.

You were hoisted out and your skin began to absorb the moisture from the air around you, you could finally breathe. But the strangers ran up to you to cover you in a warm silk blanket that looked expensive.

“How disgusting do you need to be if you still practice this horrible trade?”, you snapped at them, their eyes refraining to look at you as their hands flinched away.

“You’ve got it wrong, your Highness. We paid the ransom that was demanded for your freedom.”, the man explained and you were sure this was a hallucination.

“Your Highness?”, you questioned as you struggled to get up but the lady helped you, relief flooding her eyes as she smiled at you.

“Yes, your Highness. You are the lost princess of Makara in the West Blue ocean.", she replied.

Maybe it was the sun, the energy it took to maintain your mermaid form, the lack of oxygen or just the shock of Arlong taking Buggy away. But you collapsed into the arms of these strangers.

How could an orphan girl be a princess?

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The Lost Sister - Part 7

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: Sorry for leaving you on a kind of cliff hanger for a few days. But I hope you like the little one shot things I have put out. But hope you guys like this one, as per usual if you wanna be in the tag list let me know! The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

Before I can think where I am, I start banging on the door as quick as I can. It only takes a few knocks for the door to be ripped open, causing me to stumble forward. A set of hands darting out to steady me.

”Why the hell does it look like you just ran half way across the college.” Asks Bodhi as he ushers me in, closing his door behind him as he guides me over to his desk chair to sit down.

“Because. I. Did.” I manage to get out between breaths.

He sits on the edge of the bed and raises his eyebrow at me. “And why the hell did you do that? I thought Garrick took you to the healers after the concussion and broken nose you got. You shouldn’t be running around like that so soon.”

I look over at him and nod as I lean back in his chair. “Ah yeah…. He did.” I say holding up the balm I still clutch in my hands somehow, showing to him I had indeed been at the healers.

”Then why the hell are you here extremely out of breath? And where is Garrick? I’m surprised he isn’t glue to your hip after that.”

Why the hell did I run here to Bodhi? I can’t tell him, cause he will tell Xaden. And if he tells Xaden… Well I’d hate to be Garrick. I move to stand and make an excuse to leave but Bodhi is faster and grabs my wrist and pulls me back down to the chair.

”Ophelia, what happened?” He asks as he stands in front of me, arms folded across his chest as he stops my only path of escape.

”Garricktoldmehelovesmeessentially.” I rush out.

He raises his eye brow at me again. ”English Ophelia, I need english. And breathe. It can’t be tha-”

”I THINK GARRICK TOLD ME HE LOVES ME!” I yell at Bodhi.

He just stares at me for a few moments before he bursts out laughing. I throw the healing balm at him which he manages to catch after fumbling it for a bit.

”It’s not funny Bodhi.” I say as I stand and pace back and forth between his bed and desk.

”Oh but it is.” He says casually as he leans against his desk, healing balm clutched in his hands. “Cause Garrick finally gets the balls to tell you how he feels after all these years despite thinking you’re dead, and you grab a healing balm and sprint away like you’re being chased by a dragon.” He tells me with the biggest smirk on his face.

I stop in my tracks and look at him with a raised eyebrow. He knew about Garrick’s feelings. Garrick wasn’t one to show a lot of emotion or say how he was truly feeling. I got to ask, but a knock on his door startles us, both of us looking at each other wide eyed.

“Bodhi are you there? I’m looking for Ophelia?” Comes the voice of the last person I want to see. The person I just ran away from like my life depended on it. Garrick.

”Don’t tell him I’m here.” I whisper as I move to hide behind the armoire next to the door.

Bodhi rolls his eyes before opening the door, luckily he blocks the way in by leaning against the doorway. “No she’s not here. Everything ok?” Bodhi asks in the most chilled voice despite the fact he was laughing his ass off not a minute earlier.

I hear Garrick sigh from the hallway. “Ahh yeah. Just someone said she came this way. And you’re the only second year I could think of that she would go to.” The sadness in his voice makes my heart break. I caused that.

“Do you want to go for a walk? Looks like you have something on your mind.” Bodhi suggest, obviously trying to get Garrick away from his room so I can leave.

We both know he isn’t going to go to Xaden with what’s just happened. No way would he admit he just confessed feelings for me to him. If there’s one thing Xaden was always protective of, it was me. He would beat Garrick within an inch of his life if he found out what happened. But something tells me Xaden might already know based off Bodhi’s reaction.

”Yeah, that would be great actually.” Garrick finally says after a few moments.

Bodhi and Garrick leave shutting the door behind him, leaving me alone in Bodhi’s room. I slide down the wall till I’m sitting on the floor. There’s no point leaving for a few more minutes, I need to give Bodhi time to get Garrick away from the dorms so I can sneak back downstairs to the first year area.

All I had to do was confess my feelings back. The same feelings I’d had for as long as I could remember. And I ran away like a headless chicken. I’m such an idiot. A scared idiot. If I confess my feelings and it goes bad, it wrecks so much more than just Garrick and I. It wrecks not only my friendship with Garrick, but also Xaden and Garrick’s. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. A small part of my brain tells me it won’t. I try to shake the thoughts from my head as I push myself off the floor, grabbing the healing balm Bodhi left on his desk and make my way back down to the first year dorms to freshen up before dinner. Dinner where I would have to face Garrick if he made it there with Bodhi.

When I make it to dinner I’m semi relieved to see Garrick and Bodhi aren’t here, but Xaden is also missing. Meaning he is most likely with them. Shit. I grab my food and make my way over to where Violet and Rhiannon are with the rest of our squad, waving me over to join them. I’m glad to see she’s ok. But then it dawns on me. Dain took her to the healers not long before Garrick took me. Had she heard Garrick’s confession? I hadn’t seen here there. If she did, her face shows no signs of it.

”Heard you had a good fight after I left.” Violet says to me as I take a seat across from her next to Ridoc.

“Hell yeah she did. She’s probably one of the best fighters in the quadrant!” Ridoc exclaims loudly making people around us turn and look. “First she kicks her older brother’s ass, and a few weeks later she takes down Imogen. Amazing!”

I roll my eyes at him before turning to my food. The fight and the healing had really taken it out of me and I was starving. But at the same time I had a pit in my stomach for my interaction with Garrick earlier.

“You’re making it sound like it’s the best fights you’ve ever seen.” Rhiannon adds.

“Because it was.” Adds Sawyer as he takes the seat on the other side of me. “With her and Imogen in our squad, we’re gonna nail squad games at the end of the year.”

The group launch into talks about war games which I tune out as I roll a very interesting roast potato around my plate. I find my eyes roaming back up to the leadership table where Garrick and Xaden normally sit and find their spots still empty. I don’t know what I expected. I would know if they were there. I always know when they’re nearby. My gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by Violet who follows my gaze.

“Can we talk?” Some one says behind me causing my group to go silent.

I turn around to see Imogen standing behind me. Like me she’s been to see a healer, barely a trace of our fight except for some light bruising. I nod my head at her and stand from the table. Ridoc goes to say something but a stern look from Rhiannon shuts him up as Imogen and I make our way out to the rotunda.

Part 8

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