#I’ve always been a lil thief

[camscendants]

I like stealing from target

#I stole a Taylor swift cd 👀 #I bought three of the 1989 variants on Black Friday with a sale #they had the fourth one and I didn’t wanna pay #it was easy lol #I just tucked it into a pair of pants I was buying #she’s a billionaire she’s fine #so is target #I also stole a chat noir plushie from there once #he didn’t have a tag 🤷 #free #I’ve always been a lil thief #I stole a bunch of stuff from classmates in elementary school #like sneakily #keychains and cool erasers #I would plan it like a heist #I never got caught either

[ncteez]

friends don’t fuck (l.s.m)

Your best friend of several years says that he can share a bed without being weird. Well, he’s a fucking liar. 

or the one where neither of you sees any harm in fucking just to see what it’s like. 

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 3.7k

PAIRING― seokmin x afab reader

CONTENT― first time with big boy bestie, crackish, fluffish, mostly just smut 

NOTE― im just in love with him bro. i know that i’m typically more known for writing plot and/or really detailed smut scenes with a bigger word count but i’m having fun relaxing and writing these little fics in my free time (ㅅ´ ˘ `) , which means this is not proof read.

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― soft top seokmin, he gets a little lost in the sauce, BIG DICK BESTFRIEND, seokmin loves boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, lil tiny bit of finger action 

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           The couch is uncomfortable. That’s his excuse.

 “Well, you haven’t complained once in the years you’ve been crashing at my place.” You argue, sizing up your taller best friend who just so happens to already be tucked into your bed and spread-eagling it. 

 “I’m complaining now, though,” Seokmin yawns, stretching his arms and legs out even further as if to kick you onto the couch, “c’mon, I won’t be weird about it.”

          You size him up once again. Never did you make him sleep on the couch because you thought he would be weird about it, usually it was just because the bitch is a blanket thief.

 “Fine,” you relent, sliding yourself onto the bed and using your entire body to shove him over to make room for yourself, “the least you can do is make room for me.”

             He chuckles, deciding to stop being annoying and scooting over for you, and then casually rolling over so that his back is facing you, implying he’s actually going to sleep.

             So, there the two of you are. Not at all awkward, because you’ve been in worse situations with him that were a bit overwhelming (like that time he spilled his drink on you and mocked you for looking like you pissed yourself in the middle of a food court), this is nothing. It’s actually kind of weird that the two of you have never shared a bed considering the sheer amount of time you spend crashing in each other’s space. Guess it just never came up, guess neither of you cared too much about it. 

             It’s silent for a good thirty minutes save for the almost-muted Netflix show playing on the tv and your eyes are feeling ridiculously heavy. You can feel that heavy-sleep fuzz consume your body before you’re jolted out of it by none other than the fucking man himself.

 “Are you still awake?” your best friend whispers as he shifts on your bed, presumably turning to face you.

 “Trying not to be,” you mutter out in annoyance, staying on your back but turning your head to look at him with drooping eyes, “why, is the bed also too uncomfortable for your highness?” 

             He smiles and shakes his head, his eyes zoning in on your face and studying it.

 “I’ve been thinking about something.”

 “Well, can you stop so I can sleep?” You argue, not actually annoyed but just very tired. 

 “How do you feel about like–” he ignores you and pauses mid-sentence, which brings you to a place of curiosity. 

 “How do I feel about what, Seokmin?” You grouch, this time turning fully to face him.

             You take a minute to admire him, despite seeing him multiple times a week. He looks nice when he’s tired, and you’ve told him a thousand times how handsome he is. You really don’t think he gets it though, like, look at him. His sharp features always fall into softness when he’s just finished yawning, and his eyes always flutter differently when he’s sleepy. It’s not like you’re into him that way though, you just know how to appreciate an attractive person, regardless of if he’s your best friend and in your bed. 

 “I don’t know, me and Seungcheol were talking about how we lost our virginities and–” 

 “Why?” You snort, imagining that they probably were just rambling at each other for that topic to be brought up. 

 “That doesn’t matter,” he groans, waving you off and continuing his point, “anyway, he mentioned that he lost his to his best friend and I was like, woah,” he looks at you, watching for a reaction, “like, wouldn’t it be just so weird to have sex with a best friend?”

             You raise a brow at him and narrow your eyes.

 “I mean, to some I guess it’s weird, depends on the person?” 

 “Okay, but I’m asking you.” He prods, trying not to be obvious but ultimately failing. 

 “Nah, I think people can do those kinds of things if they both know how to navigate the situation,” you start, looking away from him because for the first time ever, you think he might be implying something. “I’ve never tried it though.”

             He deadpans at you before running a hand through his hair. 

 “So, you’re saying you could fuck a best friend?” 

 “Seokmin, you’re my best friend.”

             Then he’s silent.

 “I know.”

 ~

             You’re avoiding the fact that you’re shocked by his sudden sexual interest in you. This is the last thing you imagined you’d be doing on a regular Tuesday night sleepover with your best friend. Like, who even goes out of their way to ask for a major change in friendship dynamics on a fucking Tuesday!? 

             It’s kind of flooring, actually, enough to push you out of your sleepy daze and into a different sort of mood. The man who usually keeps you grounded is now somehow making you feel entirely off balance and dizzy at the very idea. You mentioned that friends can definitely fuck if they know how to navigate the situation. Now it’s like, do you know how to do that? Are you a person who can navigate this type of thing? Can you really just accept his offer simply out of curiosity? 

             Clearly, being friends with Seokmin has some downsides, and those downsides are usually fighting the yearly urge to pretend his face wasn’t the star of one of your rare wet dreams. That was completely unintentional! Another one of those downsides might be the occasional stray idea of what’s in his pants. That’s totally natural though! Your friendship with him is strictly platonic albeit occasionally full of sexual curiosity. 

 “What if we just pretend to not be best friends for ten minutes?” Seokmin offers through the past thirty minutes of silence in the room. 

 “Seokmin,” you start, feeling anxious because if he asks one more time you might just take him up on the offer, “if you keep talking we won’t be best friends for any minutes.” 

             You can hear that all-too-familiar chuckle from him, the one that’s deep and mischievous. 

 “You act like I didn’t see the way you looked at me today when I got out of the shower.”

 “And in what way did I look at you?” You feel a little called out simply because you didn’t even realize you were checking him out. 

 “Correct me if I’m wrong but–” Seokmin crowds up behind you considering you rolled away from him not too long ago, “you kind of seemed like you wanted to be under me.”

             Never has he ever spoken to you like this. Sure, there’s a sexual joke here or there. Maybe even a playful ass slap and a fake moan, but this? This felt a little too real, and a little too inviting. 

 “Wrong,” you argue as a last-ditch effort to save yourself from whatever it is that you’d definitely prefer to happen right now. 

 “Oh yeah? Is that why you keep rubbing your ass against me?”

             Goddammit. You were doing that, weren’t you? It’s his fault for crowding up behind you, all you were doing was– never mind that. The issue at hand here is you trying to pretend you’re not curious enough to absolutely fuck him. The even bigger issue is figuring out how this is gonna work, and if it’ll be worth it. 

             You pull your ass away for a moment, mostly to decide on what to do without feeling his–uh…thing against you. He shocks you though, by placing his hand around your waist and not really letting you. He knows you’re into it, there’s no way he doesn’t. Your best friend, the big bimbo man who also happens to go by another name of Seokmin, would never do something like this if he wasn’t already aware of how stubborn you are. Just this afternoon you eyeballed his snack and refused to admit that you wanted a bite until he basically force fed you. You’re stubborn, but he knows that you set boundaries seriously when he’s got the wrong idea. 

             God, you’re so in your head about this right now. Especially with him crowded up behind you, hands on your waist, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear. 

 “Okay,” you admit, defeated as you intentionally press yourself against him this time. “ten minutes,”

 “Yeah?” He sighs out, and yeah, you were right– he’s like right there. 

 “If you make this weird, I’m never talking to you again.” You attempt to argue, but there's a feeling in your gut that overpowers any type of anxiety right now. Maybe it’s because his hands don’t stray from your waist, and they stay gentle, or maybe it’s because his lips are immediately against your neck and he’s pressing his length against you. 

             Oh so you’re really doing this now? This is how he starts off when he wants to fuck someone? Your best friend likes to kiss and lick and suck against the neck of his interest while also letting them feel his size? Damn, okay. You’re trying to hold it together, honestly. The nearly muted netflix show that’s playing sounds as if it has no sound at all by this point because you’re entirely focused on the fact that this is the reality and you’re about to fuck your best friend for shits and giggles. You’re seeing him in a brand new light, and goddamn does it look beautiful on him. 

 “You know…” Seokmin whispers against the back of your neck as he plants a kiss there, his fingers running from your waist to your stomach and fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “I’ve never seen you without clothes on before,”

             He’s right. 

 “We agreed on ten minutes,” you say, still being a bit stubborn but also encouraging him to take your shirt off– or his pants, or anything else for that matter, “you’re taking your sweet time.”

             You can feel his lips against you turning into a smile and just as you go to try and make another snide comment, you’re grabbed by him and rolled over onto your back. He’s so quick with it, and seeing him now after already feeling his body against yours, he doesn’t look like your best friend. He looks like someone you desperately want to make feel good.

 “Up.” He instructs, lifting your shirt until it’s caught under your arms. You do as he asked, of course, and then lay back down feeling kind of shy about the fact that he’s blatantly staring at your chest and–oh.

 “God,” he groans, dipping down and nuzzling his face against them, “I knew they’d be pretty.”

             There’s that heat spreading across your cheeks. You’re blushing and feeling goosebumps run all across your skin and it’s making you feel kind of small but also kind of adored.

 “Ten minutes,” you remind him with a coo, cupping your hand on the back of his head as he continues to nuzzle and kiss against your tits, “get our pants off before you lose sight of the goal–”

             He pulls up, looking at you with a raised brow and a slack jaw. Then he narrows his eyes.

 “You’re really only gonna let me go for ten minutes?”

             Of course not. 

 “Ten minutes, firm. Unless you change my mind.”

             Ah, he does love a challenge, that’s true. Only this time you see this challenge as something more than a drinking contest or who can get the most kills in a video game. You swear he’s moving faster than he ever has before, navigating his big body and pulling himself back. He doesn’t even ask before he slips your pajama pants off of you, followed by his own. 

             You look down at him, now wanting your own curiosity to be satiated, but he’s still moving fast and leans down to your face, blocking your view.

 “Now, hold on–” you argue, shoving his face away and lifting your head a bit to see between his legs, “you can’t just whip it out and not let me see it.”

             He chuckles, because that’s fair. He pulls himself back, sitting on his knees between your legs and proudly presents his length to you. You stare, and then he stares. Both of you, stuck in a loop of taking in the other’s body and what there is to offer in terms of pleasure once you both have your fill of visuals. 

             His eyes go from your tits to your belly and then stop directly between your legs, and it’s like he wants to pray to the heavens for you wanting to do this because damn you look good. He wonders if you’re wet, or if you’re as excited as he is to be doing this with you.

             Then there’s you, eyes scanning his length and internally trying to measure the circumference of his thickness. He had a huge cock this whole time and didn’t even offer to let you see it before now? What an awful best friend, he should be ashamed for withholding such information about himself from you.

 “Hey, um–” you swallow around nothing, probably because your throat is trying to prepare itself for him. “not to be weird or anything but like, when did you get so fucking hot?”

             He smiles, giving you a breathy laugh before finally tearing his eyes away from your folds.

 “Why? Am I turning you on?” 

             You roll your eyes at that, leaning forward and grabbing his hand. He falls forward a bit with an excited breath and then immediately sighs out when he realizes that you place his fingers directly on your clit. 

             What you were gonna say was that he can see for himself if you’re turned on, instead, the second he felt it against his fingers, he slid them down and started exploring with a gentle groan. 

 “Good,” he compliments you, continuing to run his fingers through your folds, “can I kiss you too, or is that off limits?”

             You look at him like he’s an idiot, but he knows what that means.

             It’s silent when he does it. His lips laid against yours and feeling so plush and warm that all you can do is lick them until he lets you in. He does, and it’s really fucked up that he also hid the fact that he definitely knows how to kiss a woman from you too. From feeling his fingers teasing your entrance to feeling his tongue teasing your own– you feel elated that you’re getting this from him.

             The kiss lasts much longer than his fingers do between your legs. You felt the absence of them for a split second before feeling him slide his length against you and essentially coat his cock in your arousal. He’s thick, long, and incredibly hard against you. 

             You let out a strangled sort of groan feeling it, and you shocked yourself at the sound. Never have you been so excited to feel someone rubbing their length between your lips. He kisses you harder when you make the sound, and you can feel his hips press into you with more pressure. For a second, you thought about it. You thought about doing this for hours, days, weeks with him. Unfortunately though, you both have shit to do and it upsets you a bit too much right now. 

             You whine against his lips, bringing your hand up and pushing his messy hair out of his face to prevent it from tickling your own. That same hand drags through his hair, down his back, and then between the two of you. 

             His body jolts when you grab him, and he pulls back from the kiss with a dazed smile and looks down at your hand around him.

 “Do you want it now?” He asks, shaking his head at the situation, feeling like he’s on top of the world. Technically, he kind of is, because you’re kind of his whole world right now. 

             You smile back mischievously, lifting your hips a bit and guiding his length down. You’re incredibly prepared to feel him, to see him, and to know what it’s like for other’s when your best friend fucks them. Why shouldn’t you know, anyway?

             He nods to you, leaning his head down to your chest and attaching his lips around one of your nipples as he attempts and fails to find the hole the first time. You help him with a laugh though, guiding him a bit more until both of you release a sigh at the feeling of his head stretching you open.

             He now loses the ability to suckle on your nipple and instead drops his head to the side and treats your tits like a personal pillow as he focuses solely on the slide inside of you. He wants you to feel every inch of him, and jesus christ does he want to make sure he feels every inch of you.

             Taking his sweet time, he shallowly thrusts into you slowly until the last thrust, where he plants himself between your legs and wiggles his hips against you just to get a snug fit inside of you. You think he might be deeper than anyone has ever gone before, and instantly you’re gripping him into a hug as he waits patiently for you to adjust. 

             He’s silent for a bit, squeezing his eyes shut and reaching a hand down to guide your legs around his waist, and he only releases his own moan when he stops holding his breath. You do as he encourages, wrapping your legs around him and waiting for him to show you what he’s made of. 

 “You can move–” you say in a small voice, releasing him from your hug and brushing his hair out of his face once more as he raises his cheek from your chest. 

             He listens well, pulling his hips back and slowly sliding into you again. You can see his face right now and it’s different from anything you’ve ever seen before. He’s being passionate and it’s fucking insane to see him like this. 

 “You’re really hot, did you know that?” You compliment him, clenching around him and watching his breath hitch at it. 

             What you’re not aware of though, is how in his head he is about you right now. You’re so fucking wet for him and it’s driving him up a fucking wall. The drag of his cock against your walls is sending intense shocks throughout his entire body, and honestly, hearing your voice on top of it all compliment him makes him want to hate himself for never bringing this up to you before. 

             He doesn’t respond, and his pupils continue to grow as he looks at you with each thrust. He’s lost in the thought of getting to be inside of you specifically.

             And when he finds a rhythm, one that’s equally as hard as it is deep, you can’t even muster words for him. You’re breathless, moaning as his stupid necklace dangles against your face when he moves his hands to either side of your head to support himself. 

             You can’t really look away from him though. He’s never been this quiet before and he’s never looked this insanely hot before– you decide to stop thinking so hard, throwing your arms up and around his neck to pull him down into a kiss. His thrusts become slower at that point but still insanely deep. 

 “You’re going to make me come if you–” you whisper against his lips but get cut off, sighing with a slight moan as he presses harder into you.

             You don’t even think he’s listening, because now he’s talking. His voice is insanely deep and raspy when he does it.

 “You’re going to come on me?” He says, completely lost in his lust, probably attempting to say whatever is on his mind, “gonna come all over me?”

             Well, when he puts it that way. Hell yeah.

             You shoot your hand between the two of you and it’s like, three rubs of your clit and you’re already shaking. 

 “That’s it babe, squeeze me,” he chokes out, feeling your other hand scratch against his back and against his neck. 

             He watches your face as you release around him, studying the way you close your eyes and moan out for him. He thinks it might be the hottest thing you’ve ever done, come on his cock, you know? 

 “Jesus,” he chokes out this time, feeling you still squeezing around him as your legs start to shake, “okay, fuck, hold on–” he adds, now putting more power into his thrusts and chasing a high that’s close enough already.

             Good thing your best friend knows you’re on birth control, considering he’s the one who has to remind you to take it half of the time. 

             When he reaches his own orgasm, you’re just coming out of yours. You can feel his relentless hips stutter as he reaches it, and you watch the way he holds his breath through it. He’s literally not breathing when it happens and all you can do is, similar to him, fucking watch.

             You can feel his load pumping into you, and when he finally releases his breath, his groan is breathy and guttural before he practically flops down onto you and tries to regain his breath.

 ~

 “Ugh,” he groans out, refusing to remove his limp limbs from caging you in, “why was that so hot?”

             You’re taken aback by that for some reason.

 “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” You grouch, shoving him off of you and wincing at the way he slides out of you at the same time. 

 “I mean, like, how am I supposed to not want to do this again?” He laughs through his own wince, knowing full well that his cum is probably seeping out of you in heaps. 

 “Who says you’re not supposed to?” You look away from him, unprepared for conversation immediately after orgasm, but also slightly relieved that he’s back to his talkative self. 

 “Oh?” He smiles, pulling himself up from your bed and wiggling his brows at you, “So, now we are best friends that fuck?”

             You shrug, looking up and down his body.

 “Yeah, if you don’t make it weird.”

 ~

#seokmin smut #dokyeom smut #dk smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #lee seokmin smut

[silvervioletvalentine]

🦋A love so easy🦋

Pairing : Fernando Alonso X Cherrie!

Word count: 6k

Summary: in which she’s the female version of him. A complete menace . Or- moments that brought them love.

A/N - had to write a lil something for my fav silly little man. Don’t know if I like it seeing as I’ve never written for him before butttt, whatever! There is a age gap between Cherrie and him so… if you don’t like it then simply don’t read! Lemme know what u think xoxo

Whenever somebody would ask Fernando if he liked his new teammate, he would usually, typically answer with a sly smile and a casual 'she's okay I suppose' to them.

Because he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to explain how quickly fond he had become of the annoying little woman that followed him around, motormouth running a hundred miles per second as she chatted shit to him , even when she knew that he wasn't listening , simply refusing to leave him alone until he gave in and gave her the attention that she wanted. No, needed.

Because She was a brat. But a funny one. And very pretty too. At first Fernando had told himself that he was going to keep his distance to his new teammate , that he was going to just focus on climbing up the championship rankings and  keep to himself as he did so. Not wanting any distractions in his way.

But then Cherrie happened and she left him with absolutely no choice in the matter. It greatly amused everyone else around them to see the older man practically running away from her down the paddock as she casually jogged bedside him, a wide smirk on her pretty face as she tortured him with long tales of how her weekend had been.

Jokingly trying to trip him up with her feet and prodding him in the back with her fingertips until he finally snapped. Smugly giggling away when he would scold her and tell her to leave him the hell alone , that she needed to at least let him have a giant cup of coffee before he was forced to deal with her.

So yes. Whenever somebody asked him how he felt about his new, younger and ridiculously beautiful teammate .. his answer now was always the same.

"And how are you finding working with Cherrie? Any difficulties? Have you two bonded well? She seems to think the world of you!" Jack, the interviewer questioned him with a knowing smirk on his face.

It being no secret around there over how fondly exasperated she made Alonso. It was more than amusing for them to all witness him looking to the sky pleadingly and asking the world what he had done to deserve this kind of torture, while Cherrie just was casually leaning against his shoulder , talking shit again in hopes of getting a reaction out of him.

Fernando just sighed, fighting back a grin of his own as he answered him , squinting from the sun that was beaming down in his eyes. Briefly Wishing that he had his sunglasses again. Only, they had been stolen.

And you could guess just who the little thief was. He had seen his smug teammate bouncing around the paddock with them sat proudly over her eyes, giving him a teasing little wiggle of her fingers when she passed him. Getting a middle finger in response from Fernando who was unable to hold back his own chuckle at her behaviour.

"She's very annoying. A complete attention whore." He answered him matter of factly, grinning to himself as he heard the few people that were around him laughing . Knowing that he wasn't exaggerating at all either.

"You know , I've been suggesting at the meetings that they do a regular drug test on her. Because she's so loud and hyper, like all the time!" He grinned in amusement , shaking his head at the thought of Cherrie and her big mouth.

In fact, Fernando was certain that she couldn't go more than an hour without causing trouble and deliberately going out of her way to bother someone.

He had seen her running around and testing all the other drivers patience as well, with her insulting jokes and lack of filter. He had, many a times, had to drag her away from one of them before she caused a fight just for her own entertainment.

She was a complete menace and she was turning his hair greyer and greyer by the day. But only to himself would he admit that he looked forward to seeing her chaotically bounce around the track each day, to hear her loud laugh and see her pretty smile.

She always threw her head back when she laughed and her knees buckled whenever she found something truly funny . Clinging onto whatever or whoever was closest to her so that she didn't collapse on the floor in a heap of giggles.

Her laugh and her bright smile were just so infectious that Fernando struggled not to laugh alongside her each time , no matter how stupid the joke had been. He always shook his head at her fondly because how on earth was he supposed to keep his distance and remain cordial with a woman that was so overly friendly, so affectionate and warm like she was?

He just couldn't do it. Instead he simply made himself a extra flask of coffee and wondered about how she was going to annoy him that day.

Would she try to trip him up again in front of everyone? Would she steal his lunch and leave a paper with 'thanks for dinner!' Written on it again?

Would she be taking his Ferrari for a spin again? Failing to let him know that she had slipped his car keys out of his pocket while hugging him, distracting him with her mischievous grin. Only finding out about her thievery later that day when multiple photos of her out and about in his car hit the internet. He had found a Polaroid picture of her sticking her tongue out at him blue tacked to his dashboard later that night and It was still there to this day.

She made his life even more exciting than it already was. He could never bored whenever she was around, she always kept him on his toes and at the edge of his seat. Running around after her like she was a naughty child wreaking havoc and not a nearly twenty five year old woman instead.

And if he asked himself when he was alone how he felt about his new teammate . He would answer to himself honestly . Without the fed up facade he usually wore whenever she was around.

He knew that he loved his new teammate . As simple as that. She was funny. She was snarky , sarcastic , with the attitude of a teenager who knew no boundaries. She loved causing drama and pissing people off just for the fun of it. She was like the female version of himself and Fernando loved it.

They worked great together too. And he loved the way that she would drag him over to her car with her after a difficult race , so she could show him where she thought she was having problems and what was frustrating her about it . Trusting him to give her good advice and help her out with her problems.

The rest of the world were more than shocked to see how unselfish he was when it came to her. The way he would instruct his team over the radio with ways to help his teammate out during the race. Still thinking about her even when he was going at ridiculous speeds around the track.

It was the way that he now always brought two drinks to work with him. A coffee for himself and either a large strawberry milkshake or a hot chocolate with marshmallows for Cherrie, depending on what the weather was like. She would always thank him with a long hug to his side and a beaming smile being gifted to him . And That was more than enough to make the extra thirty minute drive to her favourite cafe for the hot chocolate worth it for him.

It was the way that he always waited around after a race for her, just standing back and watching her do her interviews confidently , in her zone . Keeping an eye on her to make sure that nobody stepped out of line and upset her. He would kick their teeth in if they did. But she didn't need to know the lengths that he would go through just to make sure that she was happy all the time.

It was the way that he drove her home after each race , despite knowing that she had a car of her own. But she had complained once that she didn't like driving outside of races, that she was too tired and never wanted to hold a wheel again. So now, without them even discussing it, Fernando simply waited at his car for her so he could take her home. Becoming his passenger princess and forcing him to listen to her chaotic playlists and true crime podcasts while she fell asleep half way through one. Leaving him to smile fondly to himself and double check her seatbelt to make sure that she was safe. Carrying her sleeping self into her apartment and tucking her in, not bothering to leave a note. Instead he simply left a  small kiss on her forehead before making the long drive back home, content with knowing that she was safely tucked away in bed.

It was the way that he now looked for her in every crowded room. Simply leaving if she wasn't there because to him, he would rather be at home alone than in a room that she wasn't in. And he didn't go the the celebrations party's if she wasn't attending them either.

They celebrated wins together or not at all. They were teammates on the track and off it too.

It was the way that Fernando could feel his skin itch whenever he watched some of the younger drivers giggle at her jokes and try to flirt with her right in front of him. And if he 'Accidentally' ended up tripping one of them up while walking by... well, that was nobody's business but his own now was it?

But it went both ways too. Fernando wasn't the only one showing these little things that had greater impact on his heart than he ever thought could be possible.

Cherrie did the same for him too.

It was the way that she always wore his merch, even when they weren't at the track. He would see a paparazzi picture of her out with some of her friends , wearing a pretty dress with his numbered cap ontop of her head. Despite it not matching her outfit at all. She always wore some piece of him on her. No matter where she was or who she was with.

It was the way that she would buy him his favourite whiskey from every country they went to. Dropping it off at his hotel room with a proud smile on her beautiful face when she held the giant bottle up for him to see. Then they would always end up inside his room, leaning against each-other sides in his bed as they watched a film together , Fernando trying to get her to like whiskey and Cherrie dramatically gagging each time he took a sip until he gave in and had room service bring up a pink cocktail for her. Enjoying the pleased grin that would light up her face when he handed it to her with a exasperated rolling of his eyes.

It was the way she trusted him with her life. The way she confided in him about her family, about her relationships and friends. The way that she always called him up first for advice. The way she trusted him to silently look after her and always have her back. The way that she never once left him out on a joke, or a conversation, always managing to make sure that he was included even when he honestly had no idea what was going on. He simply enjoyed listening to her chatter away to her friends, mesmerised by the way she could make anyone laugh , she lit up every single room that she was in. And he loved it.

So , yes. If asked about his new teammate. Fernando could only admit to himself that he was well and truly fucked!

Because keeping his distance from the loudmouth hadn't worked out in his favour at all. Instead he had fell in love with her instead . Because apparently that was the kind of idiot that he was now.

"You know..she is so annoying .." he continued to tell the interview with a loud laugh as he leant back against the railing behind him. On a small platform stage above the track now that the race was over.

"-she came knocking at my hotel room the other night at half past one in the morning . Demanding me to play fifa with her." He told them with a rolling of his eyes, still chuckling as he thought about the way she had turned up at his door in cat pyjamas and a sleepy look on her pretty face, barging into his room like she owned the place. With him simply closing the door behind her, knowing for a fact that she wouldn't be leaving his side anytime soon.

Jack laughed, looking amazed at the information. Because ten years ago if a teammate of his had turned up at his hotel room demanding he play games with them at nearly two o'clock in the morning, he would have punched their lights out without any hesitation.

But not Cherrie. No. Never her.

"Oh wow! And what did you do? Tell her to bugger off?" Jack laughed, curious to know how it went down.

Fernando simply smirked and answered him easily "well, she likes to behave like a child so I treat her like one. I made her a hot chocolate , wrapped her up in a blanket and then I bored her to sleep by talking about a nature documentary I watched. It was lights out in as little as twenty minutes." He smugly grinned. Proud of himself for handling the definitely unmedicated adhd woman the way he had.

They all laughed and Jack shook his head at the older driver with a amused grin.

"So it's going well then? Friends?" He said knowingly.

Fernando chuckled a little , adjusting his hat ontop of his head. "Well..I have no choice really. She never leaves me alone. I think she's in love with me." No, he knew that she was. Just like she knew that her feelings were definitely returned too.

They just hadn't brought it up to each other yet. Because between Cherrie stealing his car , sneaking into his hotel room , stopping her from picking fights and travelling all around the world together. There hasn't really been any time to bring up their feelings just yet.

Fernando didn't know if they ever would because as sociable and amazing as Cherrie was. She hardly ever took anything seriously. She didn't talk about her feelings for you, she would simply just bully you instead.

Fernando knew that she liked him the first time that she had called him a 'arrogant prick' and told him to stop revving his engine obnoxiously because 'making his Ferrari roar wouldn't make his dick any bigger!'.

And Fernando knew that he liked her back when he had simply burst into laughter at her insults instead of running her over with his car. It was as simple as that.

She was the only one who could speak to him that way and still live to tell the tale. He loved it because he could do the same to her too.

Because unlike max, Cherrie could dish it out and take it too.

She bullied him with a affectionate smile. And he bullied her back with a fond smirk plastered across his face too. That was just the way they worked and Fernando wouldn't change it for a single thing.

Before he could go on to tell Jack about all the  other annoying things she had done to him lately , a familiar voice was heard shouting up to them.

Fernando chuckling to himself as he turned his head to look down at the ground beneath them, seeing Cherrie wave up at them with a mischievous grin on her pretty face from the bottom of the metal stares that led up to where they were.

"Speak of the she devil and she will appear!" He joked to others around him, smirking to himself in amusement . "We've summoned her." He muttered.

"Fernandooooo! Everybody loves Fernandooooo!" She sang up to them with a grin as she jogged up the stairs to join them. Not at all bothered about busting into the middle of his interview .

She simply winked at the camera and waved at the crew surrounding them filming . Walking over to her teammate and immediately leaning into his side.

"You missed me already?" Alonso teased her as he loosely wrapped his arm around her shoulders, giving her a small subtle squeeze. Looking down at her sunburnt cheeks and even darker freckles that now littered her noise.

Rolling his eyes to himself , knowing for a fact that she had forgotten to put on the sunscreen that he put in her bag for her to use again. Also knowing for a fact that he would be the one rubbing aloe Vera onto her skin later on when she complained of her Sunburn to him.

Cherrie just sighed dramatically, leaning her cheek against his arm and fluttering her lashes at him with a grin. "Oh yes. As soon as I couldn't find you I just burst into tears and fell to the ground , crying my little heart out!" She flailed her arm about , sniffling obnoxiously as she mimicked sobbing , despite the smirk on her lips. She was committed to her act.

He patted the top of her head with a amused laugh, shaking his head fondly at her . "I know. I would miss me too. I am amazing ." He said to her, eyes never leaving her own.

Missing the knowing looks that Jack and the crew were giving each other as they watched the teammates mess about in front of them.

Cherrie just laughed at him "sureee! Anyways ..I heard that you're going on holiday." She said to him, pretending to not be that interested in the fact that he was going to be out of the country for a few weeks tomorrow.

Fernando hummed suspiciously , knowing for a fact that she was planning something . "Yes..? I need the peace and quite. Some well deserved me time during our break." He said while side eyeing her. Counting down the seconds until she stopped beating around the bush and told him what she really wanted.

Trying not to laugh to himself as he watched her rock back and forth on the heels of her feet, plastering on a sweet smile on her pretty face as she looked up at him.

"Ya know.. I haven't been on holiday in a long time." She innocently mentions to him, looking up through her dark lashes at him.

Fernando snorted a laugh "go on one then." He simply replied back to her. Knowing for a fact what was about to happen.

He knew her a little to well already. A side effect of being in love with a woman that was as about as subtle as a flying brick in the face he supposed.

Cherrie just beamed at him, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Okay I will! What time will you pick me up tomorrow then?" She asked him with a grin while the crew around them laughed at her audacity.

Fernando looked back at her in disbelief "I didn't say you could come with me on my holiday! Did you not hear the 'I need peace and quite' part?" He exclaimed, trying not to laugh. But it was hard. He loved her! He really did.

She just pouted back at him pleadingly "please! You won't even know I'm there! I'll be quite. I'll just sit back and get a tan while you do you!" She promised him with a hopeful smile. Already knowing that she was going to get her own way.

Fernando laughed loudly at that, looking at her in amusement . "Trust me you cannot be quite for more than ten minutes and I will know you there! You're not a woman to be missed Cherrie! You're not coming with me! I'll never get any peace with you there!" He shot back at her, shaking his head.

Cherrie just stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest so that she could peer up at him with those eyes..

Fernando groaned to himself, unable to look away as she batted those beautiful eyes at him. Pouting her lips in a way that she knew would have him folding in half like a ironing board.

"Come on! It'll be fun! We can get tan and swim around..oh my god did you get the room with a jacuzzi?" She gasped excitedly, already planning what she was going to do.

Her teammate just sighed "yes I did. For me. Not you." He reminded again. But it was no use.

Cherrie looked at him for a moment before smirking to herself and letting out a dramatic sigh of her own, simply shrugging her shoulders at him.

"okay. Then I guess I'll just go on holiday with Charles and Pierre instead. Two beautiful men and just me .. in a tiny bikini on some tropical island together where we can do whatever we want without anyone watching us .." she pretended to pull away from him, acting unbothered.

But she couldn't stop the smug smirk from tugging at her lips when she felt Alonso grip the belt loop of her denim shorts and yank her back into his side within seconds of her mentioning the two drivers (who had crushes on her and always flirted with her in front of him) names.

Fernando was scowling at her now, jealously biting him in the ass as he folded. Just like she knew he would.

"Absolutely not! You're coming on holiday with me!" He snapped immediately.

Giving her a grumpy shove to the side of her head with the palm of his hand  , Sending her stumbling away from him with giggles falling from her lips as she obnoxiously cheered , throwing her hands in the air victoriously.

"Okay. We need to pack your shit then." He sighed out , smiling despite himself as he took ahold of her hand so that he could help her safely down the steep stairs. Not trusting her not to face plant right down to the bottom of them. She was that clumsy.

He briefly looked over his shoulder at the chuckling crew and sighed "I'll see you guys in two weeks. I'll either be bald or completely grey haired! Pray for me guys!" He joked. Getting a offended slap in the arm from Cherrie who just called him a dick underneath her breath , before running off to wait for him by his car.

And really Fernando should have seen this whole thing coming . He was completely gone for her. It was ridiculous . All these little moments of laughter, of insulting jokes and bickering. Of soft moments and warm hugs in hotel rooms. Of pretending to be unbothered by her presence in a room full of people, when the only person he wanted to be with was her.

It had all come down to this. It was just a matter of time wasn't it? And well, Fernando had never been a coward. Never been afraid of saying it like it is, his feelings included.

So it wasn't surprising to him that as soon as they were in his car and he was driving her to her apartment to help her back for their holiday in the morning , he took one look at Cherrie, bathed in the golden sun that was setting around them and just sighed in defeat .

"I love you ya know?" It came out so simply, merely stating a fact . Because it was that simple. He loved her for all that she was and all that she could be.

And he knew that she felt the same. Love didn't have to be complicated or scary . It didn't feel that way for them. It just felt right. Like all the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. This has been a long time coming.

He thought about that time when she had snuck into his room after they had a little argument about him accidentally blocking her from getting past on the track, having defended the wrong position by mistake. They had bickered and his ego had prevented him from taking all the blame, leaving a loud mouthed Cherrie to tell him to go fuck himself before storming away. He had expected her to hold a grudge , for their newly formed friendship to fall apart . But he should have known better than that.

Because not even a few hours later she was walking into his hotel room like it was her own, holding a bottle of champagne as a peace offering, no longer mad after she had seen the upset look on his face when he had to explain himself to the media , apologising to her publicly with regret, clearly beating himself up over his mistake that had cost her points.

So she had put her own ego aside and did the right thing. She simply threw herself down on the couch beside him, giving him a casual grin as she held up a small bracelet for him to see. Looking pleased with herself when he carefully took it from her fingers and examined it closely .

"I made it for you. A little gift from me to you." She muttered while smirking.

Fernando had looked down at the cotton threaded bracelet made up of their team colours and laughed when he saw the beads in the middle of it.

No.1 Asshole. It read.

He slipped it onto his wrist with a growing grin on his lips. Chuckling at her as he looked back up at her smug , ridiculously pretty face.

"You have to make me one now." She had joked "like friendship bracelets."

He had merely laughed again "and what would I put on it? Loudmouth?" He resorted back to her. Tightening the braclet around his wrist to make sure that it didn't fall off.

Cherrie had just shrugged, more interested in the football game on the tv then. "Whatever word you think of when you think of me I suppose ."She muttered distracted.

And maybe he knew it back then too. The love had to have already been in his veins . Because the next day he had bought a children's bracelet making kit and got to work.

It was after a race when he handed it to her casually , as though it was nothing . Kissing the side of her hand in congratulations, the proudness clear on his face for her after she had gotten a podium win.

hermosa. It simply read. She just winked at him and tightened the cotton around her wrist. Nothing needed to be said. It was that simple. It always had been.

There was also the moments that brought him to loving her that she didn't know about. That he would never admit to doing.

Like the time that he had found out from Lance that Cherrie was going on a date with some guy she had met in a bar with her friends the night before. He should have known that it was love the moment he felt his stomach twist and his smile drop from his face as though he had just been told someone had died.

He Should have known it was love the moment he found himself outside the hotel , casually leaning against one of the fancy pillars as he waited for her date to show up. Having heard from Lance that Cherrie had told the guy that she would meet him outside the front of the hotel.

And well, love apparently made you crazy because the minute Fernando spotted the suited guy strolling up to the hotel holding roses in his hand, he had a sudden urge to hit him with his car.

Instead he simply smiled at the man , who was none the wiser to what he was about to experience.

And look. Fernando was a good guy. He was trying to be a better man. Really he was. But he just found it a little difficult to be one when he was face to face with the man about to take his teammate , the one woman that he might have fallen in love with, out on a date.

So he stopped the poor man in his tracks and sighed pitifully at him . "You here for Cherrie?" He spoke up casually , acting unbothered.

The young man frowned slightly but nodded his head on conformation. "Yes. I am."

Alonso faked a wince , patting him sympathetically on his back. "Oh man. Good luck then. She's crazy! You have a first aid kit ready?" He said to him, fighting back a grin as he saw a flash of uneasiness pass the mans face.

He frowned over at him in confusion "no? Why would I need one? We're just getting dinner." He told him obliviously. Shifting away from him uneasily.

Fernando just shrugged, trying not laugh. "Oh you don't know? I've just heard that she's into the whips and chains. Likes to make a man scream if you know what I mean, and not completely in the pleasurable way but.." he let out a sigh, casually shrugging his shoulders . "To Each there own i suppose."

Her date had paled horribly, looking horrified. "What? But-she didn't mention anything about it. She seems really sweet and fun last night when I met her.." he trailed off, looking worried now.

Fernando was trying to not cry with laughter , biting his cheek to hold his mean little giggles in.

He kept going, needing to scare him off completely. "Mmm. She likes role play . All though it wouldn't be pretend for you if you do stick around after the candle wax and whips...she'll be popping that baby out soon too! You can play daddy!" He couldn't help himself . Really he couldn't.

Smirking slyly beneath the palm of his hand as he coughed to hide his laughter , looking at her date who looked like he was going to pass out in fear.

"Baby? She's pregnant?" Her date weakly echoed in disbelief .

Fernando just casually nodded his head "oh yeah. With her husbands , brothers baby. A real drama but.. hey, good luck man! You'll need it!" He stepped away from the wall, patting the horrified man on the shoulder encouragingly .

Before he could get very far, the man quickly shoved the roses into his hands and gasped. "I can't do this! I just-I don't want to be whipped or tortured in bed!" He panicked , looking like he might be sick "and I can't -a baby? Oh my god!" He stumbled over his words, backing away from the hotel fearfully.

He looked at a smug Fernando with wide eyes "will you tell her that I'm sorry but I'm just not the right one for..whatever it is that she wants?" He pleaded to him.

Alonso just beamed back at him happily "no worries buddy! I'll let her know!" He shouted gleefully at his back as her date ran away. Sprinting away from the hotel and never looking back again.

Not even five minutes later a annoyed Cherrie was stomping towards him with a pout on her pretty face, feeling his breath hitch as he looked at the little black dress she was wearing. She looked like a goddess and Alonso could only silently stare in awe at her for a moment as she stomped towards him.

"He stood me up! What a jerk!" She complained to him obviously .

Fernando just offered her a sympathetic smile before holding out the roses her date had shoved into his hands when he scared him away.

"I know . I bumped into the coward. He was bragging about how he had a wife waiting for him back home so I told him to fuck off for you." He lied to her. Feeling a little bad but not too much.

Cherrie gently took the roses from him with a small smile , looking at him gratefully. "You got me flowers? That's so sweet!" She cooed before squeezing him into her embrace. Both arms around his waist as she cuddled into him happily, ditched date forgotten as soon as she saw him.

He hugged her back just as tightly , running the palm of his hand over her bare back soothingly, kissing the top of her head with a quiet , content sigh.

"No big deal." He simply muttered before pulling away and giving her a smile "I'll take you out tonight instead. You want to go to Tilly's?" He mentioned her favourite restaurant smugly. Knowing how much she loved the food there.

Cherrie gasped excitedly, beaming at him as he gently hooked their arms together , leading them to his Ferrari .

"Fuck yes! Can I drive?" She tried her luck, looking up at him hopefully.

Fernando just snorted and pushed her into the passenger seat of his car not so gently , giving her a amused look . "Absolutely not. Plus , you want to drink like a alcoholic tonight , yes?" He knew her too well.

Cherrie paused before slowly nodding her head , smiling over at him sheepishly as he got into the drivers seat and started up the car.

"Yes. You don't mind not drinking?" She looked gratefully at him. Pulling out her phone to take a picture of him as he drove, admiring his side profile with a small smile tugging at her red lips.

"As long as your happy, I don't give a fuck." He simply replied. Meaning it.

And really. He should have known them what he knew now. It was all so simple and so obvious when he looked back at all their moments together , each one leading to this.

So it was no surprise that he told Cherrie he loved her casually in his car as he drove them to her apartment to pack for their holiday that she had invited herself on . In typical Cherrie fashion.

And it was no surprise when she simply reached over the console to press soft kisses against his skin as she whispered back to him  "I love you too."

It was that easy. That simple. And others may not have understood their relationship. They may not have liked it. But they simply didn't care. Because love was love , as simple as that.

He was winning on the track and off it too. He couldn't have been happier.

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The Same Boat

ask; hi sorry if this is too much detail but a request for reader the same age as Luke and joins the camp at around 16-17 but they had a really nice life before joining camp half blood and really hates the camp because she deeply misses her friends and boyfriends and girlfriends, and it takes place when she’s first joining and she points out to Luke how terrible the system is and they bond over being really angry about the gods. thank u!!!

pairing(s); luke castellan x gn!reader (romantic or platonic, not exactly specified but leaning more towards platonic)

warning(s); daddy issues ig

a/n; i changed the story a lil bit so that the reader didn’t just get to camp, but got there a little bit ago and was given a quest which ended a lil bit before the fic starts, hope u don’t mind. pre-lightning thief. i had ares in mind as reader’s gp but it’s not specified, i did refer to them as a dad and their mortal parent as a mom though

it’s been a while since i’ve read the books and i personally never got the luke hype so sorry if it’s a little ooc, also a bit short. had book luke in mind while writing but could be read for book or series luke ig if you ignore minor physical descriptions

art credits(left to right); velinxi, velinxi, frostbite studios

You had never known who your godly parent was.

You’d always assumed it was one of the minor gods, since the satyr assigned to your school hadn’t sought you out until you were old enough to drive. Either that or you just weren’t ‘gifted’ enough to garner much attention. You didn't know which you preferred.

In a way, it didn’t really matter. No one claimed you anyway, so you spent the first couple weeks of your stay at Camp Half-Blood — a very inconspicuous name, by the way — in cabin eleven, the Hermes Cabin.

It was a rough adjustment. You were resentful of this new world; a world of gods and monsters and magic and so many weird stories that made it hard to keep track of every twist and turn and easy to offend whichever god whose myths or name you got confused. You felt like someone was watching you at all times. Or would it be the opposite, since your godly parent clearly didn’t care enough to claim you as their own?

It didn’t help much when you were assigned a quest, either. Or rather, one of your friends were.

Austin Lake, a child of Apollo, was tasked to retrieve his father’s lyre from a forest — not just any forest, no, the Grove of Demeter. Or at least, a recreation of it, anyway. According to Austin, Demeter had banned his father from ever entering the Grove again when he’d had a little too much ‘fun’ with one of the wood nymphs there, so he needed his son to go fetch his lost toy.

Bit derogatory, you thought. We’ve been reduced to well-trained dogs.

Still, you tagged along.

There were a couple hiccups along the way, which you were told were par for the course by Chiron, who welcomed you back rather dismissively once you returned. Normally, you would’ve been offended. I mean, you get back from a not-so-semi life threatening outing, and all you get is a halfhearted pat on the back? Honestly.

But you couldn’t really find it in yourself to care. Not today.

-

You sat on the hillside as you watched the sunset. Wind carried the sweet scent of ripe strawberries from the fields along with the smell of dirt and other greenery as the grass beneath you swayed in the breeze. The blades tickled your skin as you basked in the calm silence of everything — something fairly unusual for this place, as far as you could tell from your stay so far.

You, however, did not feel calm. Quite the opposite, in fact. Your feelings toward the world of Greek mythology hadn’t been good in the first place, to say the least; you’d had to practically abandon any and all traces of your life back home in order to get here since you’d been discovered so late. You missed your friends (whom you assumed would be worried sick by now, since cell service was pretty much nonexistent here and you’d only been able to contact a few of them via post), and you missed the taste of actual junk food that came from cans and bags. You even missed school, as boring and hellish as it was. At least it offered a sense of normalcy that you so desperately needed right about now.

“Room for one more?” A voice asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turned to see Luke standing beside the pine on top of the hill, a Coca Cola in either hand. There was a small smile on his lips as he said, “I brought drinks.”

You smiled back at him, mostly out of courtesy but also at his offer. It was as if he'd read your mind. “Sure, if you want.”

Luke strolled down to sit beside you, handing you one of the fizzy drinks and popping his own. The can was pleasantly cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the harsh sunlight hitting your skin. “Thanks.” You muttered, taking the soda with a grateful look.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied. “We keep a secret stash of six-packs in the kitchen for special occasions. The harpies are pretty easy to bribe.”

Silence settled between the two of you as you sipped on your drinks. You stared straight ahead as you did before, but now you caught glimpses of Luke’s sandy blond hair out of the corner of your eye.

It was… awkward.

Luke had always been a bit of a mystery for you. Sure, you saw him as a friendly guy, and he had been nice to you ever since your first day here, but you noticed little details the younger or happier campers didn’t.

He never really liked talking about his father, Hermes, despite having been claimed almost as soon as he got to Camp. Okay, maybe that was fair, since he had to deal with loads of hopeful, undetermined campers asking him when they would be claimed, too.

‘Oh, I was claimed the minute I got here. But since your godly parent didn’t claim you yet, I guess they just don’t care about you.’

Yeah, not a great thing to tell a twelve-year-old.

Luke was also pretty closed off in general. He was an easy guy to make friends with, sure. But other than surface-level stuff like what color he likes or which Camp activities were his favorite, only one or two people knew much of anything about his personal life. Which was to say, his life before coming here, since it’d be pretty hard to have a ‘personal life’ when you lived in cabin eleven year-round.

You remembered the night before you took off for the quest. Luke’s face illuminated by flames as he burnt his nightly offerings with the rest of the camp, his expression one you could still clearly picture. A mellow bitterness — something kept suppressed for years, stacking and stacking and never getting cleaned out, building like dust and cobwebs on top of an old dresser. It was a face you assumed you'd wear eventually, too.

And that wasn’t even mentioning all the time he spent in the arena. His swordsmanship was the definition of textbook when he was training other campers, but it was a whole different story if you happened to stumble across him practicing on dummies in his spare time. His swings were quick and precise, as usual. However, there was an almost brutal quality to him as he maimed the dummy, slashing it as if it'd slaughtered his entire family.

Not that it would be that weird if the dummy had actually murdered them, Greek mythology and all.

Anyway.

“So...” Luke started. Then he must've realized he didn't really know what to say. He stared straight ahead and tapped his finger on his knee.

“So...” You repeated. You could tell he had something to say to you, he just didn't know the best way to go about it. After all, who would waste contraband on someone they didn't really know if it wasn't to sweeten them up before asking a favor? “..Did you need something?”

Luke opened his mouth, but hesitated before saying anything. “Actually.. yeah.”

See? No one's that nice.

“I kinda heard what happened,” He continued. You picked at the tab of your can, avoiding eye contact. Of course he knew. Something like that can't exactly stay a secret for long in a place like this. “I overheard Austin talking to Chiron about it?”

Well, fuck him then.

“He mentioned you wanna keep it on the down-low, so, your secret's safe with me.” He quickly added, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Oh, um...” You didn't really know what to say to that. It was bound to get out eventually, so it was the sentiment that mattered, you guessed. “Thanks.”

“Least I could do,” He nodded. “It was supposed to be a secret anyway, right?”

“I guess.”

“...It's bound to get out eventually though.”

You sighed. There was no actual hope with keeping this a secret, after all. The best you could do was a 'everyone knows about it but we don't talk about it' secret.

“I know, don't remind me.” You muttered. “I mean, it'd be hard to hide moving to a different cabin, wouldn't it?”

Luke chuckled. “I can't speak from personal experience, but yeah, probably.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. You felt like pulling your hair out. “How much do you know?”

“Not that much,” he shrugged. You didn't need to look at him to know he was lying, you had a pretty good track record of telling when someone was. “Just that you got claimed, and you're not happy about it.”

“How could I be happy about it?” You burst out, straightening your back as you whipped your head up. Your hands spread out in front of you and your heels dug into the ground beneath them. “I never wanted this life! What, I’m supposed to be grateful that my deadbeat dad finally showed up? That he finally ‘claimed’ me? What is there to be grateful for? That isn’t even the bare fucking minimum of being a parent!”

Luke tensed. You didn’t blame him. The gods were always listening, somehow omnipresent but not enough to be there for their own kids. Fucking ridiculous.

Against your better judgement, your rant continued, spilling out of your mouth like word vomit.

“It's not like I expect him to be there for every step of my life, but would it have killed him to show his face, willingly, just once? My mom works three jobs just to keep a place for the two of us to stay! What, he couldn't send child support every now and then? He's a fucking god! What good is being a god if you aren't there for the people you're supposed to be taking responsibility for?”

“Yeah, I hear that.”

You scoffed. “Sure you do.”

“I'm serious.” Luke defended, putting his can down on the ground. “I've only met my dad once, and even for a god he was kinda shitty.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, fine. He was completely shitty.” Luke admitted. With a bit of hesitation, he elaborated further, fidgeting with a blade of grass.

“Before I came to Camp, I was on the run.” He said, a faraway look in his eyes, almost as if he were talking about a different lifetime. “It was me, Annabeth and Thalia.”

“Thalia as in..?”

“Yeah,” he said, a bitter smile on his lips as he glanced back at the tall pine tree that stood at the top of the hill. “That's her.”

You bit your lip as you stared at the pine. Now that you knew there was a story behind it, your mind played tricks on you. The branches were suddenly outstretched arms, the leaves spiky hair and you could have sworn you could make out the shape of a face in the pattern of the bark.

“This one time, Thalia was hurt, and we needed a place to stay for a bit. Since we were desperate and not really thinking straight, we went to my mom's place.” He sighed. “When we got there... I met him.”

Luke took a deep breath, his eyebrows furrowing as if just thinking about that moment physically hurt. “I'd known what I was for a while. Prayed to my dad a couple times, too, but he never got back to me. When I met him at that house, I asked him for help. I knew we wouldn't be safe at mom's. I asked him for guidance... and he said no.”

You nodded along with his words. The sun was beginning to set now, a light chill in the air. The sky was a golden orange, which bathed everything out of the shadows in a yellow light. Luke's eyes looked almost the same color as the light reflected off of them.

“If he'd just told us where to go then and there, if he told us about this place...” He trailed off. He clenched his jaw before drinking the last of his coke and flattening the can. “Thalia would still be alive. Living. She wouldn't be...”

Silence settled between the two of you again. Luke didn't want to talk about it any longer, and, as curious as you were, you didn't want to pry. But it was less awkward this time around, a mutual understanding connecting you both.

“Kind of a dick move.” You remarked quietly. To your surprise, Luke laughed.

“Kind of?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, total dick move.” You corrected yourself. You gave him a small smile. “Both our dads are jerks. Guess it runs in the family.”

“That's one thing.”

“Yeah? What’s the other?”

Luke shook his head, the corner of his lip tilting up into a half smile. “Maybe I’ll tell you later.”

You rolled your eyes. “Lame.”

The sky was turning purple now, a vibrant shade that leaned mire towards red than blue. Though soon it would be the other way around, and the harpies would come out to scare any campers who were out past curfew. You’d heard rumors that Mr.D allowed them to eat the strays sometimes, but you doubted they were true. Travis and Connor were still alive, after all. Though maybe they’d just never been caught.

Your run in with your father played on repeat in your head, each loop accentuating one horrible thing about it or the other. You fidgeted with the grass, ripping a few blades out of the ground. You bit your lip. Should you tell him about it? It would probably be good to get it off your chest. Plus, Luke actually understood how much this shit sucked.

“…You know what he said to me? When he saw me?” You finally muttered, deciding to trust him, just a bit. “He didn’t even recognize me, but I knew. The second I saw him, it was like something clicked. It took him a while, but when he made the same connection… He said, ‘shoot.’”

You laughed humorlessly. “‘Shoot.’ Like I was some piece of homework he forgot to do, and not his kid he abandoned before I was even born. I wanted to strangle him, I swear, but…”

You trailed off. You didn’t want to admit it, but your father was terrifying.

‘Watch the attitude.’ He had said, his hulking form growing until he was almost level with the trees surrounding him. ‘I don’t take disrespect, especially not from my own kids.’

I’m not your kid, you now thought, biting the inside of your cheek. He had never been a dad to you. As far as you were concerned, you didn’t have a father.

“I wished he were gone.”

…

You felt Luke’s gaze on the side of your head, practically boring holes into your skull. You glanced at him. Maybe you shouldn’t have told—

“You didn’t deserve that.” Luke suddenly said, a fire behind his words you’d never heard before. “None of us do.”

He stopped for a moment, his jaw clenched. Taking a deep breath, he turns his body towards you, facing you completely. There was no mistaking it now; there was gold swirling behind his blue irises.

“I have a proposition you might wanna hear.”

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #pjo imagine #percy jackson imagine #pjo fanfic #percy jackson fic #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson #pjo x reader #pjo #pjoverse #percy jackon and the olympians

[blakbonnet]

Artist of the Week!

So last weekend, I announced that I'd like to feature an artist every weekend for both new fandom joinees who might not have seen some of this art and older fans who like the nostalgia. This week's artist is Ash @aha-my-villainous-thoughts 💖 who also, wonderful that they are, agreed to answer a few questions for me!

Which App Do You Use To Draw When I’m at my big set up I use Clip Studio Paint, I love it so much. It’s very straight forward to dip straight in, has all of the bells and whistles you need from an elite drawing program, and the community elements where you can see assets and brushes is a lot of fun - although I still to this day have no idea how to earn coins to buy assets?! I use a XPPen Artist 15.6 Pro Graphics Tablet to draw into the program, although my best tip with graphics tablets is to get a screen protector, mine got covered in marks before I noticed. Recently I also got an iPad 10.9 to use as a digital sketchbook I can carry around, and while I am enjoying Procreate, I think CSP is a better art program overall.

Fave Brushes? On iPad I stick to the technical pen, studio pen and the soft airbrush, along with the textures and the light pen. I don’t think Procreate has great ‘painting’ brushes, whereas on CSP I would marry the Gouache brushes, I love how they blend and texture as you work.

Your favourite piece you’ve drawn? I’m a super self indulgent artist, I try to draw the kind of stuff I like to look at, so it’s a lot of colour, a lot of fabric and details. My fave piece for detail is the one I did for the OFMD RBB last year - Crescente Devotione, there’s a blushing sentient stool in it! For colour I’m in love with this sleepy time Ed in a lil negligee and a Holly Golightly eyemask, he's my lock screen because I'm trash.

Who harder to draw: Ed or Stede? Oh for sure Stede. I love Rhys Darby, but the man has like no lips. I stand by this meltdown.

One essential tip for beginner artists? Comparison is the thief of joy, don’t measure yourself against others - particularly when you’re finding your groove. Be self indulgent af. Also get a screen protector for whatever digital screen you draw on, and BACK. THINGS. UP. Whether in an online account, or on an external harddrive - or both?! BACK THAT SHIT UP.

Why OFMD? I’ve been in a few fandoms in the past, always as a pretty passive enjoyer, little fanart here or there, little fanfic sprinkled around, but there’s just something about the way this fandom feels? It feels like a group of friends who’ve got their own lives and their goals, but they still exist in each other's orbit, it’s like this feeling of returning home to somewhere you’re always welcome. There’s so many good moments in the show for both comedy and some gut wrenching pathos. Sign up for the hot guy in leather and get got by this beautiful delicate little love story. It’s something about queer joy of thriving, not just surviving. Something about finding love and romance no matter your age or what’s past before. Something about found family, and unlikely friendships, and community and silliness. I was already a goner when Taika put on the wig, but then when he teared up in a blanket fort while trying not to die? Excuse me sir, I did not need feelings that powerful. It was literally waking me up at night thinking about his last shot weeping in the nook - like are you kidding me?! I’m supposed to finish watching and be normal after that??

#artist of the week #everyone go follow ash and gear up for all the amazing art that would now be posted heheh

[kawakalalala]

OUTLAW:

guys! guys! guys! guys! it's here!! a long-form fic!

I’ve had this one in the chamber for a long time, inspired by an ask from a while back. I’ve known I wanted to do something Western-themed for a while, but it’s taken me forever to map out the plot of this fic! I’m really excited for y’all to read it! I have all its bones, just need to fill ‘em out with some drama and some slutty cowgirls. (wink wink)

here’s a lil sneak peek!

You’re not sure how you wound up living a life like this. All you’ve got with you is your mare, Belle, a rifle, a revolver, a messy past, and a lifetime of secrets. (And also maybe a warrant for your arrest. You’ve got that too.)

You’re an outlaw by definition: a thief, a liar, and a killer. Something delicious inside you bubbles at the idea of being feared. But there’s always been something missing, a lack somewhere, a need for something more than material.

You’re an outlaw by definition, but there’s something deep inside you that’s churning, so deep you forget it’s there, but it never fails to remind you of its presence. That rock in your boot– the loneliness of being on the run.

Maybe that’s why you gave up crime.

There was always something about Abigail Anderson. You knew her from the time you were girls, you were drawn to her. You watched her father become the sheriff. You watched her become his right-hand woman. But at the same time, she watched you slip through the cracks, pocketing just enough food for yourself. Fighting for your life. You were so different that it made you nearly the same.

“It was freeing once,” you tell her, the back of your head against the heavy metal bars of the door, “but freedom gets lonely sometimes.”

“Convenient that this revelation is gettin’ had after you been caught,” there's an edge to her voice, but it’s still smooth and cool, like a stone in the palm of your hand.

“It ain’t no revelation, darlin’ I just finally made a choice,” you say matching her edge as best you could, “and your Daddy ain’t caught me, I let him win.”

see you guys soon w the first chapter!! yeehaw!

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader smut #abby anderson smut #tlou part 2 #tlou2 #tlou x reader #tlou fic #yeehaw!

[gorpiepng]

hello! It's me again, the anon that requested a blogsy addicted reader! Wow, you write really fast. I just wanna say that you're amazing and hope great things come your way! While also taking breaks once in a while. So you won't get any writer's block.

I noticed that your asks are open again. 👉🏻👈🏻

And I apologize if you get requests about Pest so much, I just really love the beetle man. 🌹

But I would like to request a headcanon about pest and a player!reader that only visits the elevator every two weeks. So, the feelings are very very slow burn. I love slow burn stories istg, a plus if reader is also a mischievous lil' thief that steals miscellaneous stuffs of the people in the elevator.

That's all, and thank you very much for your hard work! 🌹

🪲 pest/player reader who’s also a thief

ahhhh hello welcome back!!! always good to see u again! i do tend to write pretty fast when i’m set on it and have the time lololol. thank you so much nonny, hope you enjoy :] p.s i may make this into a little series because i adore this concept and i’ve never written slow burn before teehee

pest isn’t too thrilled by your initial presence in the elevator. from one thief to another, you gave off quite the shady vibe, and he didn’t like that too much. the thought of competition in petty thievery irked him, but it’s not like they’d just walk right up to you and say that. no, they watch you with an (almost) blank stare whenever your guard is down, analyzing your characteristics from afar

but you left as soon as you came. pest wasn’t sure if they were happy about that or disappointed they couldn’t learn more. after all, that was a very short stay, having only been riding the elevator for a few floors. for a little while after that you didn’t leave his mind which formed very conflicting thoughts and predictions about you. normally pest didn’t care this much about anyone, but you were a special exception, given how similar your... ‘career paths’ were, and perhaps something else pest wasn’t coming to terms with yet.

right as pest finally kicked you out of his head, assuming you were just a one-time thing never to be seen again, you walked right into the elevator and stood directly next to him, holding eye contact as you did so. the feeling was mutual— you ALSO found him quite interesting, but you didn’t know much about them. because unlike pest, you didn’t watch people like a hawk. hm.

the only thing pest could think to do was scowl at you, prompting you to advert your gaze elsewhere. the last thing you wanted was trouble from a stranger who looks like they could kick your ass back into the stone age. pest didn’t mean to do that- it was on instinct really, but at least it allowed him some time to think. think about you, and how you work

he watches you steal things from various floors and bystander’s pockets. he’s anything but a snitch, he’s not going to rat you out anytime soon, but silently judges you for being less adept of a thief than he is. it really begins to boil down to how much better pest thinks they are than you, how they could even steal your own stolen property, which maybeeee they’ve thought about...

but that little trance they’re stuck in is quickly broken by the sound of your voice, “hey.” your tone didn’t appear to hold any underlying meaning so pest simply looked down at you with a neutral expression. “邪魔しないで,” was what you were met with, much to your dismay. it’s not even like you could infer what they were saying- you just couldn’t understand. it makes sense though as their sweater had Japanese lettering, to which you mentally facepalmed at for not noticing before.

pest had a tiny half-smirk at your confused look, one of your brows raised involuntarily. being able to speak a language to someone who doesn’t know a thing about it really made them feel more in control of the situation. expecting you to respond with a snarky comment or simply disengage like most would; pest begrudgingly watched you exit the elevator, only turning around to glance at him once. it made him feel a turmoil of emotions deep within his guts that cluttered his mind with thoughts, knowing he wasn’t going to see you again for a while. they needed more time. more time with you, to understand how you work, and that’s all. pest hated the feeling of being SO intrigued by someone yet being unable to obtain all the information they need.

next time, pest thought. next time, they’ll make sure you don’t step off that elevator without a little talk. it’s just waiting so long for that ‘next time’ that makes him so much more desperate.

#regretevator #regretevator x reader #roblox #roblox x reader #pest #pest x reader #pest regretevator

[heartandfangs]

18+ EN- Fics That Have Ruined Me In Some Form.

I tend to write fics more than I read these days BUT I’ve been meaning to do this little post series to show some love to fics that have been on my mind! Hope to do more of these in the future. 🖤⚰️

— P.

Kitten by @real-queena

This fic started this post that’s been in my drafts for months. I’ve never read anything related to Primal Play and I think it’s fascinating; I just straight up love it. Also down bad for Sunghoon’s character, this mf is cold but he cares for MC in his own lil’ ways.

Everything leading up to the smut put me on edge in the best way. Like, imagine being chased down by this motherfucker who’s 90% legs?? 😭 Even if he gives you a head start WHO ARE YOU KIDDING.

I love all the details; I mean all of them (like the bar in the woods bc I’d be all over that shit). The side characters— like the other Dominants— are interesting and their banter adds to the story. Personally, I don’t like putting idols from other groups as side characters in my fics, so I appreciated how they were actual oc’s. (Nothing wrong with not using oc’s, I just prefer oc’s unless it’s like Enha + HYBE Japan boys since they’re from the same “universe” and doesn’t break the immersion for me.)

Love the how the fic takes place in the woods, and the expensive atmosphere; almost gives me Eyes Wide Shut vibes since the group of people feel like elites. Who know’s if they are though. (Anyone else fascinated by the occult?)

Idk if the author is active but I still think about this fic even months after reading it 🫶 I’d love to write something inspired by Primal Play in the future.

All For Me, All For You by @jngsngie

Honestly, I could put any of Astrid’s fics here. Actually I’m gonna put Always Make Me Feel So Good here too. Sub Enha Queen 🖤

I love All For me, All For You because of softdom!Jay (he’s just so sweet) and just the fact that he made custom lingerie for MC what a KING. Also, I just found it SO HOT when Jay licked through her panties.

Anything to do with licking or kissing through clothing I CAN’T DO IT. I AM MENTALLY GONE. Maybe because it’s just extra teas-y 🦋

Always Make Me Feel So Good has such a cute dynamic between MC and sub!Jake— I love that she had him write out his likes and dislikes because Jake is so adorable about it. My favorite line of dialogue is when MC rips her panties out of Jake’s mouth and the first thing he does is call her mommy and says she looks pretty 🫠 ALSO 💖 Sex Toys 💖

Invasion of Privacy by @bruh-changbin

This is the most recent fic I’ve read 🤪 Heeseung’s roommate occupation as a little panty thief had me choking like PANTIES FROM THE HAMPER. SIRRR🖐🫠 Hee having to listen to his roommate getting fucked by a rando makes me root for him.

His “I could fuck her better” attitude has me rolling, I’m just like— DO IT.

The day he finally gets caught by MC OR works up enough courage to approach her is the day I WILL FINALLY LIVE. 🤍 Will I ever get tired of sexual tensions between roommates? Probably not.

#p post #fic recs #enhypen smut #fic rec #enhypen smut fic recs #p fic recs #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #jake smut #jaeyun smut #sunghoon smut #jay smut #jongseong smut #jake x reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #sunghoon x reader

[bugthebugsblog]

hey everyone! i’ve been feeling a lot of negativity in the fandom lately and wanted to make a quick appreciation post especially for some of the ask blogs that we have now! excuse me if i miss any, and if i do please let me know and i’ll add it on :D

1. @jalph-speaks i may be a little biased on this one because mack is the mod, but i’ve always enjoyed how the storyline of this blog keeps so many people invested. it’s without a doubt one of my favourite ask blogs in the fandom, truly a godsend

2. @adventures-of-maurice another one of my favourite ask blogs in the fandom. i love the storyline with the ring and with maurice and sam’s past friendship.

3. @wavesovergraves i LOVE this blog so much, kara (the mod) is so sweet and the art is amazing. i love the way she writes all the characters and how we interact with them in return.

4. @ask-the-feral-boys i love how this blog is based on the island, and how each of the boys can respond to our asks. i think it’s really smart how it’s been confirmed that the boys think the asks are just voices in the head. it makes a lot of sense with how they’re mental states have to be declining over time on the island

5. @thief-and-bloody-swine this blog is run by two wonderful artists, i literally cant get over how amazing both of their art styles are plus i always love high school au’s with the boys

6. @naval-officer-x-parachute-man i don’t even have to say anything. this ship is literally GENIUS.

7. @lotf-dance-au HDHRHRHRHHRHR THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVOUROTE ASK BLOG IM NGL i LOVE seeing the art of the boys dancing it’s just sO GOOD

8. @ask-lotf-high another amazing high school au with some amazing creators. i love seeing the art on this blog, it’s just beautiful

9. @lord-of-the-clue i’m personally getting to help with this blog along with mack and kara and it’s been so much fun. coming up with the lore and the different relationships has been awesome, so i wanna thank these two especially for letting me help with this

10. @ask-the-lotf-boys this is another au with the boys on the island. it just recently got started and i’m already in love with it. i love the overall vibe of the au and i love how it’s centered around the hunters

11. @lord-of-the-mermaids this also recently just got started and it’s already so cool???? i never thought of an au like this but i’m enjoying reading some of the asks so much

12. @lord-of-the-summer-camp this is another really cool concept!! i love how so many creators are coming up with these ideas and giving the rest of the fandom an oppourtunity to interact with them

13. @lovely-dead-children this is another blog where i really love the overall vibe, it’s got a very cool aesthetic and i always love post-island aus

14. @ask-lotf-simon this is my own blog (my bad 🤭🤭) but we always need a lil self appreciation 😤😤💪 it’s the first lotf au ask blog ive done and ive already gotten a lot of asks and it’s really great that people are showing interest

anyways, i know that i kinda ended up rambling but i’m just really passionate about all these blogs. i think it’s important that we show these creators support because they’re making all this effort to make this fandom a better place for all of us!

#lotf #lord of the flies #just wanted to make a little appreciation post because i think all of these wonderful creators deserve it :D!

[rainydaygt]

Self-Insert Au Info:

The lil guy (hello thats me thats my character) calls themself Nen (the elven word for water) but that’s not their actual name

Nen is a half elf half halfling (elfling) and was originally 3’11 (they said they were four before..)

They were shrunk a week or so before the events of the Rockport Express arc. The train used to take defensive measures against those who tried to steal from the cargo car—a shrinking spell that was permanent unless undone by a staff member.

But Nen was quick. Once shrunk (whilst they had been trying to steal, being a kleptomaniac as theh were) they didn’t even take a second to take in their new situation. They sprung into action, hiding nearby and managing to escape from the staff members.

That was the last time the rockport express ever took those particular counteractive measures against thieves.

Though only a week ago, rumor of a shrunken thief remained throughout passengers and staff. Passengers were always warned.

It was Merle who suggested the murderer might be this mysterious tiny person—but the other two were quick to turn that theory down. How could someone so small do all this?

A point was brought up. This little mystery criminal could have been an accessory, or even a witness, to the crime. It was time to get some answers.

Merle sent his scuttle bug to watch for them. Taako left his ring of frost(y drinks) out on the bar and they waited…

And it worked! Merle gasped, and instantly the others knew. It was time. They were here.

Taako cast levitate on them the second he SLAMMED open the door, not giving them a chance to get away. They didnt scream, rogue instincts and all, but they writhed and tried desperately to get away.

Tres Horny Boys ™ come over to start questioning and are shocked by the little guy’s response… which is to beg for their life, offering a life of servitude in exchange

Taako took to the offer quickly — the boys never intended on harming them, but Taako argued that they did offer, and it wasn’t safe on this train anyhow.

Pocket Rogue acquired!

I’ll post some more about this au, little headcanons and story bits I’ve come up with, later if you guys would like me to! Ngl I’m already super anxious about posting self insert stuff… it feels illegal

#but yall have been so sweet #also! my inbox is open if you have any questions ab the au #or if you have g/t taz (or the au) related drawing requests #or headcanons #so are my dms #basically anything remotely taz related put it in my inbox #g/t #not art #giant/tiny #taz g/t #taz:b g/t #magnus burnsides #taako taaco #merle highchurch #words from the river #the river zone

[peregrin-nook]

So I’ve been ill for a hot moment and just remembered that groceries delivery is a Whole Thing, and decided “okay time to do that”. Cut to today and I’m waiting on the delivery guy. I’m a bit hungry so I put some food in the oven, set a timer.

Having never used this sort of delivery before I’m anxious and a lil bit excited so naturally I grab my Switch and play some Zelda while looking out of the window for the truck. Then I get a devious dastardly idea.

Okay, so for context. my flat is on the third floor, up three flights of stairs. This is gorgeous for the views being on the side of a hill, but it is an ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE to walk up. (Hence why, having a tiny ocean in my chest, I figured delivery might be smart). Now there is a fire exit out the office window, with a European-style window so I can easily leave. See where this is going?

So I’m just sat with my legs dangling off the side and watching Link enjoy his own cooking when. Oh! The truck! Excited, I wave to show him the directions up the weird road, and get the pizie little idea to climb down the fire exit and say hi, pick up my box of groceries and go up the regular doors.

So I meet the truck man and guide him to near my door and we each take a box up the many flights of stairs. I then realise. Oh shit oh fuck. The DOOR IS CLOSED; I did not UNLOCK IT. I am FULL OF SICK AND DEATH and I am LOCKED OUT. I start putting stuff on the top of the stairs (there’s space), and the truck man catches up to me. For some weird reason he asks if I own the building. Truck man, I don’t even have a car my guy. For all you know this may not even be my flat!

So, time to do a weird thing. I walk down the stairs back to the bottom of the fire exit. “They always say, may you live an interesting life,” quips Truck Man with a smile, and we laugh over my excited idiocy. I get to the bottom and I thank him for my time, ready to squirrel my way up a steep set of stairs like a fucking thief with breathing issues. I pull my gloves tight and—

⏰

Why is my phone ringing? Oh. Oh no. The food is cooked. THE FOOD IS FUCKING COOKED BECAUSE I PUT THE FOOD IN THE OVEN. I am FULL OF LUNGS and I am NOT FULL OF BREATH and my FOOD IS BURNING. I quickly wave goodbye and dash off up and away (and coughing), leaving Truck Man thoroughly confused as to whether he delivered food to a person or has just had a weird fae prank put on him.

Anyway I just bought 5kg of nuts and berries. How was your day

#life story #weird #lol #wtf #i can’t even #BEGIN to explain how fun and weird today has been

[greaterspeed]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

NAME: Silver, but I mostly go by Silvy or Silv! PRONOUNS: They/them PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Tumblr IM and discord!! NAME OF MUSE(S): This blog is for Sonic only, I’m not really a multi-muse blog kinda person but I also have Otacon, Silver, Prompto and Beat on different blogs!

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I’ve been doing this online roleplay thing for waaaayy too long, since around 2006 on obscure proboards forums lmao. I’ve been roleplaying on tumblr since 2010 after making the leap from livejournal! So around 16 years experience all together and 12 years experience on tumblr!

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Forums, Livejournal, Dreamwidth, MSN, Skype, Discord, E-mail even... At one point I used facebook and twitter and those are rp platforms I do not recommend.

BEST EXPERIENCE: Greaterspeed!! There’s a reason I keep coming back to this doofus and it’s because I had so much fun writing him, and I still do! He’s changed a lot over the years but I have too, so I feel like I’ve really grown with him. He’s my dumbass blue hog stuck in 1999, I lov him!

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Large spacing between letters/words. I’m dyslexic and formatting like that makes it super difficult for me too read! Small text isn’t too much of a deal breaker bc I can always zoom in, but man idc how pretty your post it, if I can’t read it then I’m outtie gomen!! I appreciate the aesthetics and the dedication to it though! 

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I’m actually more of a domestic slice of life-y kinda person. That might fit under the category of fluff for some people, but it don’t gotta be fluffy. I like to write characters doing their daily, maybe that’s why I have Greater just chilling in Station Square so often. It’s fun, lets write your character joining Sonic as he buys mints for Tails!

Other than that though, I do like a bit of fluff and angst if the situation is right. Smut is a definite no from me though!

PLOTS OR MEMES:  BOTH? BOTH IS GOOD. I’m always open for plotting, but sometimes how spontaneous memes can be just hits right! That’s usually when I slide in the DMs and start screeching to another mod about how this could go. 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: BOTH TOO. It’s also kind of situational, like sometimes you just a need punch and a short reply is nice and punchy, other times you gotta map something out so a longer reply it is. As long as it’s substantial enough to reply to then we’re all good imo!!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I write mainly in the evenings and night time! Sometimes I write during the day if I have a free day!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I like to think there’s a piece of us all in our characters, after all you generally draw from your own experiences when you interpret a story and it’s characters. I don’t think I’m really like Sonic in a lot of ways, but there are ways that I do identify with him, and the same goes for my other characters!

Also Sonic’s speech patterns definitely wore off on me over the years of writing him... ^^;

tagged by: I’m a filthy lil thief tagging: and you should be a filthy lil thief too >:3c

#✪ out of character. #( saw this meme on the dash and tbh since i just came back its kinda perfect!!! #steal it n lemme see ur answers lads )

[ulircursed]

(Late Bday ask!)

She only learns his birthday through the whispers of others. Never once had he told his niece his birthday (or if he had she simply hadn’t been listening). Normally something like this could cause her to puff out her cheeks and let out a huff, harassing the older Yngvi for not telling her something so important— because they were family, and there was no reason to keep anything from family.

But with everything that had gone on following her own birthday, the thief had no way of contacting him even if she wanted to.. And as sad as it was to admit, she didn’t really want to. Not yet, anyway.

— — —

He finds out about his gift the same way Patty finds out his birthday— through the whispers of others. There’s chatter in the halls about a delicious smell coming from a corner in the library and that a young girl had set it up, tussling with anyone who even thought about sneaking in for a bite. She’s going off about how it’s for someone in particular— for this certain someone’s birthday.

She isn’t there by the time he arrives. If he ever does. All that’s left in the corner where they once partook in Patty’s ‘Princess Lessons’ is a table filled with tooth rotting sweets, clearly unsure of what his favourite was or would be, and a letter.

It’s written in scribbles that could be mistaken for cursive..by the blind— and a drawing of their house signet rather than a stamp. It was a symbol of their shared name, one which she saw only as an accessory until fairly recent.

Uncle Andrei,

I’ve never been good with words, something I’m sure you learned real fast, but I still wanted to write you something small. I know you don’t want us talking anymore— and I still dunno why..but I won’t push it for now. One day I’ll get you to crack and tell me everything, but for now I’ll wait! A thief always strikes at the most opportune moments after all!

Back in Judgral I always heard these awful stories about you— betrayal and killing and all that— but after meeting you here..I got a hard time really believing they’re about the same man. Sure you were a lil stuck up, but I was never scared of you for one second! And even if I thought you were just trying to make me all proper for appearance and pride, I really did feel like you cared enough to help. I still do. I always looked forward to going to them, not just to become a proper Princess or anything..but I just liked getting to see you. I wanted to make you proud just as much as I want anyone else in our family to be proud of me.

To be honest I have no idea what the point of this letter even is. You might never even get to see it! But it makes me feel a lil better getting it off of my chest. I just..hope one day you’ll change your mind, old man. I only ever had Febail growing up, so finding all of this family here at the academy’s been hard. And weird. But I’m not ready to lose them all again— including you.

Happy Birthday, Uncle Andrei. I love you!

Patricia Yngvi

     "I’ve never even noticed there was an extra section in the library there!” “Yeah, but it’s still in the library, you know? Pretty sure we’re not supposed to have food in there...” “I think even the librarian gave up trying to get the stuff cleared out. Sheesh, whoever’s birthday it is must really be a big deal.” “Some guy, I think. Never heard his name before. Probably not in our house, or if he is, then he never comes to class.”

     The group of students pay him no mind as they pass by, but even as Andrei makes no effort to eavesdrop, their chatter still reaches his ears. There are hundreds of people within the walls of the monastery, he tells himself. Why make a fool of himself out of the assumption that this has anything to do with him?

     But even what little he could piece together nags at him, and he turns, instinct proving more honest than the thoughts within his mind.

     The library is all but deserted when he steps within its doors — apparently, students do not appreciate going to a supposedly quiet place to study, only to hear sounds of fighting from just a few bookshelves away — but when he makes his way to the hidden corner, there is also no one to be found. Instead, the table is full with sweets, and there is a letter on the table, bearing a familiar mark. Andrei swallows, then steps forward to pick it up.

     ‘Uncle Andrei,’ the letter begins, and his heartbeat picks up, mentally bracing himself for what accusations or resentment that would doubtlessly be flung his way. Even the presence of everything here does not change the indelible fact that she must be angry. The way he had broken the news to her had been sudden and unfair, he knows.

     It was also necessary. He cannot possibly argue otherwise.

     Andrei frowns as his gaze travels along the first two lines. He would’ve thought the reason to be obvious the moment Patricia laid eyes on her mother... unless, for some reason, she has yet to find out. That is certainly a possibility.

     (A more likely one than any alternative he could dare to hope for.)

     But as he moves down the page, his throat gradually tightens as the harsh words he had expected never comes, instead the feelings as simple and earnest as she’s ever shown towards him. ‘I wanted to make you proud just as much as I want anyone else in our family to be proud of me.’ (He understands that feeling.)

     His vision blurs by the end, and he has to turn hastily away from the paper before his tears could smudge the ink. Family. It is what they are, of course — he’d never thought to deny that. No, blood never changes. Not with Patricia, not even with Brigid. But at the same time... he shuts his eyes with a trembling exhale, momentarily heedless of the escaping tears.

     Family had hardly mattered when his sister had raised Yewfelle towards him. It’s something that he’s long accepted is an important, but discardable concept in the face of acts one considered unforgivable to the family name. To be fair, he’d done it first, with Brigid.

     That Patricia is not as willing to simply give up on him at the first sign of conflict...

     (It’s more than you deserve.)                     It’s nothing he could’ve ever expected.

     He wipes the tears away before moving to gather the food (did she make all this? she might have mentioned cooking at some point but he’d hardly expected something of this scope). Returning the corner of the library to its former state, Andrei slips out of the doors once more, arms full and heart heavier than when he first entered.

     ‘I’m not ready to lose them all again— including you.’

     Perhaps he owes her more than just a simple letter.

#patricia cake yngviiiiii u kill me......... #lockpicnic #UGH andrei has so naturally thought of her as a niece from the beginning that sometimes i forget how close they are in age #ur uncle's still just a lil guy ok he's also rlly dumb pls forgive him #tbh he really truly thought his goodbye letter (which is also a birthday letter like RUDE man) would be the end of it #being proven wrong in this is a giant shock (positive tho) to him #(also i've had an hc since early on that andrei does like sweet things so he will actually eat all of this) #(patricia who is instinctively good at guessing her family members' tastes w/o foreknowledge)

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Beach day with the Slashers

Female Reader -Bo- Gender-neutral -everyone else-

Bo- Fingering but no penetration. Dirty talk.

Angst and Fluff with Herbert and Dan (They pronouns used for Y/N) Fluff with Michael and Jason.

Michael Myers (1978 with the extra height of the 2018 one)

> Wants to visit the beach during the day. He’ll even have his mask off. Instead of enjoying the beautiful view of the sun hitting the blue ocean, you spend your day staring at your handsome boyfriend.

> Michael is just there to scan for new victims. He kills people who litter, hates seeing wrappers and cigarette butts littered across nature.

> You egg him on to go swimming, it takes a lot of coaxing. “Please, Michael, just for a little bit.” He points to your belongings on the towel, “They’ll be fine, who’s gonna want to steal some sandwiches and some towels?” He shook his head. You got down on your knees and gave him sad puppy dog eyes. He grumbled then lifted you onto his shoulder, you squealed as you placed your hands on his firm back, rubbing his taut muscles.

> When he got up to his pecs in the water he threw you in. You came up for air, “Mikey, what the hell!?”

> “What? You wanted in the water.” He gave a small smile.

> He made you swim in front of the beach while he just stood in the water and watched. He knew you’d be fine, it was your belongings he was worried for. You caught his eyes, his already dark blue eyes were now matching the deepest parts of the ocean. He barreled through the water, pushing you aside. You watched him as he made his way up onto the beach.

> Some fuck had the bright idea to do some stealing. He just happens to choose the one man’s belongings you don’t fuck with.

> Before that guy had time to react to a six-foot-three man, hauling ass like he is a tiger chasing after a deer, Michael clocked him so hard in the face the man immediately went down.

> People stood around Michael, some congratulating him for knocking out a thief, others gawked “My God he swung that punch so hard.” “Is the thief even breathing?” Michael stood over your belongings, and turned back towards you, just making your way out of the ocean. Michael was mad, but not as mad at what he saw next.

> Some random beach Chad made his way over to you, “Yo, that was wild huh?” You gave a quick, “Ya.” not caring to speak to him, just wanted to get back to your boyfriend. “He just knocked that guy out in one punch.” You made your way up the beach, he grabbed at you “Hey, be careful, probably want to stay aw-”

>The poor sap never stood a chance, Michael swung his fist so hard Chad went flying back into the water.

> “I’ve had enough, we're leaving.”

> You were gonna protest, but when you scanned the crowd, you realized that yeah, we’re gonna go home.

> Walking back home, Michael held your hand, tightly. “Mikey?” He grunts, “You don’t like people touching your belongings, huh?” You turned to look up at him and he caught you in a kiss. He snuck his tongue in, dominating yours, you moaned and he pulled away. You whined and he smiled.

> “what’s mine is mine.”

Jason Voorhees

> He’s the beach’s lifeguard, so if you wanna spend a beach day with Jason, you’ll have to do it after hours. You would, but Jason takes the evening shifts too.

> Everybody loved Jason. Kids loved him, he was always so nice to them after all. He gave them swimming lessons. He was always so patient with them, never getting mad if a kid was struggling to grasp the basics.

> Men and Women loved Jason. His stoic demeanor, his calming presence...his bulging muscles. Jason was oblivious to all kinds of flirting. “Your hands are like, so big!” said a bubbly tanned beach bunny. Jason just grunts. A muscle-bound beach bro asked, “Bet you lift a lot eh, what’s your macros?” Jason just looked at his large bicep, he shrugged.

> When you visit him at work he gives you small waves then his eyes go right back to the water, not wanting to miss anything. Dedicated <3

> He doesn’t take a proper lunch break, he’ll eat his food while watching the beach, scarfing down the food as fast as possible.

> After a long day, you’ll finally have Jason all to yourself.

> Night swimming!

> You and Jason have splash fights, that he often wins, his large palms create huge splashes that knock you back into the water.

> Keeps you incredibly close in the water, will bug you to wear a life jacket if you ever swam without him. He’s very protective.

> Holds you close to him the further out you go. He won’t let you go, so it’s the perfect time to smother him in kisses.

> Jason hums into your kisses, his large hands running up and down your back, the water and his hands feel perfect on your skin.

> Jason couldn’t be happier that you're together.

Herbert West + Dan Cain - Poly relationship or what Derrick Barry calls a ‘throuple’

> “Please Herbert, for me?” He grimaced at you. Don’t you know how busy he is? Perfect specimens don’t just end up dead you know? Someones gotta end a life! You sighed and brought out the big gun. “Well, Dan said-” The moment Dan left your lips, Herbert was pushing you and him out the door.

> You and Dan had a blast, building castles, collecting seashells, playing some beach volleyball with another friendly couple.

> Herbert sulked under the beach umbrella, nose in a large medical textbook.

> “If you come with us, Herbert, we’ll get you a grape freezie!” Dan coaxed but it did not affect Herbert. Herbert waved you both off as if you were two mosquitoes bugging him.

> You and Dan walked hand in hand, swinging them in between yourself on your way to the little concession stand. “You sure it was for the best we brought him, Dan?” Dan looked at you and frowned, your eyes were a little glossy. “He only came because you were coming.” You felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

> “fuck, Herbert, you little monster.” Dan cursed to under his breath. Dan knew Herbert gravitated more towards him. It’s not that Herbert didn’t like you, just Dan was there first. Dan never told you but he often caught Herbert staring at you, a softness in his eyes that Dan knew meant one thing…

> “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, quickly rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. Dan shushed you and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

> “Don’t be, Herbert should be. Some Vitamin D is much needed for his pale little body. I’ll talk to him, okay? In the meantime, focus on me!”

> Dan and you continued with the most fun day ever. You ate your freezies, swapping flavors halfway through. A little boy asked Dan to help with flying his kite, Dan’s height coming in handy.

> Herbert stewed in his spot under the umbrella, watching you and Dan have fun, “Hmph, wasting time.” He kept peeking from his book, eyes on you, how you smiled when you looked into Dan’s eyes, how you leaned in closer, head resting on his shoulder. How Dan wrapped his arm around your waist, lips on your ear whispering...God knows what, Herbert can only imagine.

> “They could just yank me away from this, make me spend time with them...not that I want to. But if they dragged me away from my book then I’d have no choice.”

> When it got late, You and Dan packed away everything into the bags, Herbert supervised. How helpful/s

> Dan had you drop a few of the smaller items at the car on your own, he made Herbert help with some of the heavier items. As your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, Dan turned to Herbert, “You know, they wer-”

> “I can’t believe you two, frolicking about so openly.” Herbert had cut Dan off. Herbert fumbled with the bags while trying to push up his glasses. Dan fumed.

> “You mean act like a couple, which we are, which you're a part of. Or are you only a couple with me?”

> Herbert snapped “excuse me, you and Y/N are most certainly a couple, which I have no part of.”

> Dan scoffed and shook his head “They want to be with you too, Herbert, They do like you, They feel upset with how you treat them. Now I know deep down you adore them, you best start showing it.”

> Herbert stopped, he looked at Dan and then at you in the distance starting the car.

> Later that night, Herbert had asked if you’d help in the basement. As tired as you were, you went to help. Herbert scarcely looked at you, but he found ways to touch you. Hands ghosting over yours as you handed him some flasks. Grabbing your hips softly to move you out of the way.

> “Everything good, Herbert?” You asked. His eyes looked everywhere but you. He stepped a little closer to you, His face only a foot away.

> He smashed his lips onto yours and wrapped you up in his arms. His hands rubbing along your sides, pulling you in so tight you were surprised he was strong enough to bring pain that way.

> “Don’t cry over me. Okay?” Your face felt hot, you nodded. “You are mine too, not just Dan’s, okay?” You nodded again. “Good. Now kiss me.”

> The kiss started tender but that just wasn’t gonna cut it with all the tension between you two.

Bo Sinclair /Female reader/

> Lookin’ at all the pretty girls go by.

> Catches you catching him staring, flashes his baby blues at you, “C’mon darling, you know you're still the apple of mah eye.”

> Gets pissed when other guys check you out. Strolls on over and wraps an arm around you, sneering at the Chads and Kyles.

> “You just had to wear that sexy little number, didn’t ya?” He snarled in your face. You grabbed your tits in the cute red bikini and gave them a Lil shake.

> Bo yanked you away from the beach, you protested, hitting his large forearm, “Bo, what the hell? Oh come on, you act like a leech an-” He cut you off, his lips slammed onto yours, the kiss was teeth and a little tongue action.

> Bo had yanked you away to some run-down looking bathrooms, the paint was so old it looked like the original coat from the 1960s

> “Now, Darlin, looks like you’ve just been wanting to rial me up now, huh? Wanting those sons of bitches to fuck you?” He leaned in close to your ear, his heavy breathing making you shake with anticipation. He suckled on it, causing you to buckle at the knees.

> “Bo, no I didn’t wan-want ah, the- them to” You were panting as he made small circles on your clit over your bikini bottoms. His fingers were calloused but he could be surprisingly gentle.

> “Now, yah best be quiet so no one hears ya, understood, Doll?” You whimpered and Bo flashed you his pearly whites. “That’s a good girl.”

> You should make him jealous more often.

#Michael Myers x reader #Jason Voorhees x reader #Herbert West x reader #Dan cain x reader #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers x you #Jason Voorhees x you #Herbert West x you #Dan cain x you #Bo sinclair x you #Michael Myers #Jason Voorhees #Herbert west #reanimator #Bo sinclair #dan cain #Slasher imagine #Slasher x you #michael myers imagine #Jason Voorhees imagine #Herbest west imagine #Dan cain imagine #Bo sinclair imagine #House of wax #Fluff #Angst #Gender neutral

[drakenology]

I Hate Everything About You - Dabi

warnings: ANGST, smut, daddy kink, mentions of rape,violence, AND swearing (cause im a potty mouth)

author’s note: this lil story is inspired by my favorite song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. im a lil emo bitch ok? I recommend listening to the song to get a better perspective of how the emotions of the lyrics and the story goes hand in hand. the chorus goes like “I hate everything about you. why do i love you?” and I immediately thought of something angsty and raw to write. hope yall enjoy! this one might be a little long.

summary: You and Dabi have worked together as villians for as long as you can remember but you two don’t get along at all. is this truly hatred or is this repressed feelings coming to surface?

You hated heroism. You viewed it as weak and meaningless. When both of your parents were murdered by an anonymous killer and no one came to their rescue when they could very well have been saved, something dark took over your spirit. You snapped. At the tender age of 17, your parents did not receive justice for the act of violence committed against them. The police told you there “wasn’t enough evidence” and that the killer had most likely killed himself.

There were simply too many holes in the case for it to be solved. Obviously this infuriated you. So much in fact that you planned to blow up the entire police precinct.

And you did.

Now being on the run at only 17 you fell into a life of crime, committing yourself to being a villain who killed police officers off duty earning yourself the villain name “Cop Killer” from the authorities. Not to mention your very dangerous quirk called “Leech”. You were able drain anyone you gazed at of their blood, the gaze having to be completely focused on the person’s eyes. Once concentrated enough it becomes hard for the person to look away from you. To trigger your quirk, you have to say the word “leech” in order to essentially stop the flow of someone’s blood to their heart; their blood being extracted from their veins to yours. The blood only made your quirk stronger as you can now manipulate it and use it in combat. You had enough control to where you could take a little or take it all. The stolen blood was also good for increasing your stamina and speed for a short period, manifesting a weapon with the blood you stole and of course leeching the person of their blood entirely, instantly killing them. The murders you committed granted you the number one spot of Japan’s wanted list. You were also the youngest assasin in Japan at the time so you had to move around a lot. You spent your teenage years living in abandoned buildings and sketchy motels; robbing, stealing and of course murdering for survival.

The day you met the League of Villains was your 23rd birthday. As a treat to yourself, you had cornered one of the dirtiest cops you had ever encountered. He was a known sex trafficker, a thief as well as a disgusting rapist. You had him right where you wanted him; wearing a disguise to hide your true visage in order to avoid being recognized. You had pretended to be a love interest to the cop, sitting in the seedy hotel room he rented to have a little “privacy” with you.

“Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me. I wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock. Get on your knees for me.” The police man said, the sleazy bastard unbuckling his belt. You nod, secretly being disgusted by this man. But you had to keep your cool. You got down on your knees and took his hard cock into your hands and pumped, looking him directly in the eyes as you did so.

“Yeah, baby. You’re so hot.” He groaned, keeping his eyes locked on yours almost instinctively as sweat collected on his brow.

“Thanks.. but your time’s up, you sick fuck.” you say, standing up on your feet. You straddle him, watching the cop’s eyes become terrified as he finally realizes who you really are.

“Leech.” You say as you watched your quirk take effect. The reaction was instant as he starts to gasp and grab at his heart, clinging onto his last minutes of life as he died on the hotel bed. You moan as his blood is transferred into yours, creating a dagger out of his blood. You slice his neck, licking whatever was left off of his cold throat. You laugh, searching his dead body to take whatever he had on his person; money, personal possessions and his gun. Just as you’re about to get up and leave you get the feeling that you aren’t alone. You turn and see none other than the villain you had seen all over local news.

Shigaraki. 

He chuckles dryly, admiring your work at killing the cop underneath you.

“Well done, little girl.” He said, peering over your shoulder to get a good look at the mess you made of him. You go to ask how the hell he got into the room until you hear the sound of police sirens blaring outside. 

“We have the entire hotel surrounded. There are Heros on the way to assist us. Surrender now or face the consequences.” You hear the cops say on a megaphone.

“Shit.” You mumble, quickly grabbing your things; planning your escape in your head.

“Listen, I’ve admired your work since your attack on that police station, Cop Killer.” Shigaraki said. “We could use someone like you in the League of Villains. My friend Kurogiri here can get us both out of here in one piece. But only with your consent of course.”

You think for a moment. You’d rather make a smooth escape than risk being arrested. So you agree. 

“We’ll explain everything once we get back to base.” Kurogiri says, morphing himself through the cracks of the door. 

Kurogiri takes both you and Shigaraki and consumed you both into his portals, leading you to the secret hide-out of the League of Villains. You look around, your vision a little hazy from being in the dark portal. You see a few other people standing in the lobby. A guy with a weird mask on with two sides on it eagerly introduced himself as Twice. You see a cute girl that looked a little young to be in a place like this. 

“Toga Himiko. Nice to meet ya. Hey, you’re way prettier in person. The police drawing of you is really unflattering.” She says, waving at you. You smile meekly as you turn away to see this guy standing at the corner of the bar. He had burn scars all over his face and neck, dark hair and the most mysterious eyes you’ve ever seen. You met his gaze when you noticed him staring at you, sizing you up. You found his stare threatening and kind of alluring. You almost couldn’t look away. 

“Don’t stare at me for too long, Cop Killer. I know what those eyes can do.” He said sarcastically, not even caring to introduce himself. He felt familiar, like you’ve known him for a long time. You rolled your eyes and walked over to Shigaraki. 

“Look, if you think just because you got me out of a tight spot that I’m just gonna beg to work for you, you’re wrong. I work alone.” You said, adjusting the top of your outfit. 

“I know. But today that changes. You see, we’ve been watching you, Cop Kill-” He says, interrupted by your loud groan.

“My name is Y/N. Please just call me by my name. My mother didn’t name me Cop Killer.” You demand, folding your arms in protest. 

“But that’s what you are, Y/N. Don’t be ashamed.” Shigaraki says, inching closer to you. “Look, the services of the League of Villains aren’t free. We helped you. Now you help us. You understand don’t you, Y/N?” 

You sigh, wishing you had just leapt out of a nearby window back at the hotel instead of taking help from this creep. 

“Fine.” You say, looking down at your shoes. 

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki says, walking away from you. “Oh and one more thing. I hate back talkers.”

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A few months pass and you’re well acquainted with all the villains of the organization. You were all usually partnered up for missions; you always alternating between Toga and Dabi, who had finally told you his “name”. You grew to be pestered by Dabi. You’d much rather be paired up with Toga than Dabi any day since you and Dabi just could not get along, you both arguing like an old married couple at every mission. You couldn’t stand him. His cockiness, his elitist attitude, his aloofness. He hated you because of your attitude, you thinking you knew better than everyone else. He thought you were a spoiled brat who hasn’t done anything remarkable to even earn a spot in the League. To you, he was everything you despised about some men. 

One night you were all playing a friendly game of Blackjack; which seemed to be a ritual between the members. Shigaraki didn’t bother playing but Kurogiri always seemed to watch. 

“Ugh.. Fold. What do I have to do to get a decent fucking hand, huh?” Twice said, his two voices seeming to contrast in differing personality. You laugh, slamming down a perfect hand worth 21. 

“I stand, bitches.” You say, winning yet another round. 

“I’m bored.” Dabi says, standing up and leaving the table. 

“Oh don’t be like that, Dabi. Come back!” Toga says, throwing her cards down. She sighs and stands up from the table. “Well, I guess that’s it. I’m goin to bed. Nighty night, Y/N. Twice.” Everyone went their separate ways. You walk into your room and change into something more comfortable and walk outside to get some air. To your dismay, Dabi was already standing outside in the same spot you liked to chill and think. 

“Yo.” He says, referring to you. You roll your eyes and walk over to him. 

“What?” You say, annoyed to the point where you just want to turn around and go back inside. 

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cop Killer? Don’t like me?” He asks, inching closer to you to whisper in your ear. You stand still for a moment and lunge at him, grabbing his throat and pushing him against the wall. 

“Stop fucking testing me.” You say sternly, looking him deeply in the eyes with the intention to kill. 

“Careful, little girl. You might just turn me on.” He says, grabbing your arm and pushing you back. You freeze, stunned at the sudden harsh movement from the tall man in front of you. ”You’re 5′4′’, sweetheart. If I wanted to, I could end you without even using my quirk. You ‘oughta be nicer to me.” 

You get angrier by the second, yelling and screaming about how much you hate him all while trying to take jabs at him, throwing punches at his face. Dabi dodges every swing, smirking at your abilities. He was impressed, but he’d never tell you that. 

“Huh. Keep it up and you might actually hit me.” He teased, swinging back at you, landing right on your jaw. You stumble and collect yourself, charging towards him once more. You were certain you’d hit him, the blood from someone you’ve killed earlier that day increasing your speed. 

“Fuck you.” You hiss, taking another swing at him and connect, landing right on his cheek. He smirks, wiping blood from his mouth. You get cocky and go for another punch only for him to dodge you. He grabbed your arm and twisted it, pinning you against the brick wall in front of him with your back facing him. 

“When?” He asked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You hated that he could so easily overpower you, making you despise him even more. He releases you from his grip and stands close to you; you feeling the warmth of his skin radiating from his body. 

“Listen. You hate me and quite frankly I can’t stand you either. But you don’t see me attacking you. Try it again and I won’t be so nice next time, little girl.” Dabi said, grabbing your face to daringly look into your poisonous eyes to mock your quirk. You focus, ready to end this asshole. Suddenly his lips crash into yours. At first, you’re disgusted and fucking pissed. But then you feel yourself start involuntarily melting into his kiss. So you kiss him back with no shame, all bitter feelings leaving your mind as the kiss gets more intense. You feel his hands groping and caressing your body, his hands exploring to stop at your neck; wrapping it around. You gasp, feeling yourself get hot. 

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. And then you spoke. And I couldn’t stand you. But I couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to bend you over and punish you for your slick mouth. You need a good hard dicking to keep your mouth shut and I’m the one to give it to you. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?” He asked, starting to kiss your neck harshly. You moan, embarrassed at his words. He was right. You found him attractive as soon as you saw him but his attitude rubbed you the wrong way. But right here and now, you realize that you might have been hiding your true feelings behind a façade of hatred. You wanted him too and you couldn’t stand it. 

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He persists, biting into your neck. You mewl, shocked at how good he was making you feel. You almost couldn’t believe you were in this situation. It was confusing but formalities could come later. You wanted him now. 

“Yes, Dabi. I wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you.” You say quietly, feeling him reach under your shirt and bra to grab at your naked breast. You bit your lip, feeling slick pool between your legs as you fall victim to his touch. 

“Get inside and go in my room. I expect you to have nothing on when I get there. Understood?” He demands, pinching your nipple lightly. You gasp, nodding at his request. 

“Words. You’ve already made me angry with that stunt you pulled punching me in the face. I wouldn’t try me further.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling it to expose more of your neck. You moan, unable to control yourself suddenly. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to turn you on. Fucking asshole.

“Y-Yes, daddy- I-I mean Dabi.” You flush. Damn. You couldn’t believe you let that slip. He laughs, kissing your lips once more as he lets you go. 

“Daddy works just fine.” Dabi says smirking, watching you stumble towards the door to go back inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You knew you should just go into your own room but, God you wanted to see what he’d do to you for almost punching him. You wondered how rough he’d be, your panties soaking at the thought as you gulp and open his room door. You sat on his bed and took off your clothes, leaving your underwear on to tease him. Suddenly his door opens and it’s him. He looked you up and down, loving what he saw. But to his dismay you had on too many clothes still. 

“I thought I told you to get naked, little girl.” Dabi said, pushing you onto his bed. He stood above you, running his fingers down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your panties. You shudder at his cold fingers. 

“You never said naked.” You tease, looking back at him. He frowns, shaking his head. 

“Man, you just love pushing my buttons don’t you? You’re gonna regret teasing me so much.” He says, pulling your panties down roughly, holding them up to his face. He smirked at the wet spot he saw on them, throwing them onto the ground. “This is gonna be fun.”

You hiss as he slid one measly finger inside you while rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb, the single finger not being enough to satisfy your craving for that certain pleasurable stretch. Somehow though, Dabi was making you feel good with that one finger. You roll your hips for more friction only to have Dabi hold you down with his other hand. 

“Stop squirming so much. It makes you look desperate, doll.” He teased earning a whine from you. As if to be a little forgiving he adds another finger, watching your face twist up in pleasure. You were visually trying to hide your moans, Dabi not liking that at all. 

“Come on now. It’s no fun if you don’t scream for me. Let everyone here know how good I make you feel.” He said, halting his movements. You nod, moaning loudly as he adds a third finger. Any shame or embarrassment is gone as he worked you up to your first orgasm. You grab at his sheets, trying to move for more friction only to once more be overpowered by Dabi. 

“You don’t listen too well do you? I said stop squirming. You’ll have your fill but good girls wait to cum. Understand? I expect you to address me correctly this time.” He says, grabbing your face to make you look at him. Something about knowing you could kill him with your eyes turned him on, because he knew he could keep you from doing so. All he had to do was please you, knowing you won’t be able to focus on anything but screaming his name let alone his eyes. 

“Y-Yes daddy.” You mewl, your eyes rolling back as he pulled out one of your breasts, sucking on your nipple harshly. The sound of your moans was music to Dabi’s ears, the only thing he ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth. He cooed praises into your ear, telling you hot sexy you are and how et your pussy is just for him. He crawls on top of you, pulling his fingers out of you as you whine at the sudden loss. He kissed you, ripping your bra off. He sat up and stared at the gorgeous naked woman underneath him. 

“You’re so hot when you’re not talking shit.” He says, playing with your boobs. He was unsure of where to start. He wanted to please every inch of your lovely curves, his eyes drinking in your hips up to your beautiful breasts. He nearly drooled at the sight of them, your nipples seeming to perk up when he looked at them. You stare back at the man on top of you, his scars almost complimenting his skin as you watched him take off his shirt. You bit your lip as you feel a nice sized bulge grind up against your dripping core. You didn’t even notice that his pants were off, drooling at the sight of his body overpowering yours. He grinded up against you, leaning in close to your ear. 

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” He asked, nibbling on your ear lobe. 

“Yes, god, yes!” You gasp, feeling him take off his boxers. He positioned his dick at your entrance, tapping it against you to tease you. You moan, going to grab his cock and shove it inside you but you think twice, already in trouble with him. Dabi smirks, excited to break you as he shoved himself inside you and started to rut his hips into you. You moan sinfully at the sudden stretch, loving how he filled you. You feel him speed up, not even fully adjusted to his length as you clawed at his back for dear life. 

“You’re takin me so well, doll.” He said, grabbing your neck to lightly choke you. Your eyes roll back as you reveal a sinful ahegao face while he pounds you senseless. You’re moaning his name and telling him how good he feels inside you, cussing and screaming into the air as you feel yourself coming close to cumming.

“C-Can I-?” You ask, unable to finish your sentence as you feel yourself clenching around him. Dabi is relentlessly prodding at your g-spot, causing you to see stars as he notices he’s hitting that special spot. He smirks and angles himself so that he’s repeatedly hitting that spot, watching you cover your mouth as you scream. He snatched your hand away from your mouth and pinned it above your head. 

“Tell me you’re sorry for punching me, kitten.” He demands, harshly pinching your nipples. You shake your head no to tease him. “No? Must need more convincing, huh brat?” He pulls out of you, you letting out a pathetic sob at the loss. He roughly flips you on your stomach and plants a hard smack on your ass. You yelp, your pussy aggravated as it throbs at the feeling of pleasure. He yanks you towards him and shoves himself back inside you, you laying flat on your stomach. You kick and scream under him, feeling him so deep it blinds you. 

“Oh my god, daddy!” You whine, shoving your face into your pillow as he assaults your g-spot. 

“Say it.” He demands, landing another hard smack on your ass this one sure to leave a mark. 

“I-I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” You scream, desperate for release. 

“Good girl.” He hisses. Dabi grabs your hair and lifts your head off the pillow wanting to hear the last moans you can give before you cum. 

“Go ‘head and cum for me. You’ve earned it.” He says. And just like that you clench around him hard, your orgasm washing over your body as you cum all over his dick. He rides out your orgasm, only to continue pounding you earning a sharp yelp from you as you throw your head into the pillow again.

“You didn’t think it was over did you? That’s cute.” He said, taking you further. At this point you’re overstimulated, the pleasure almost painful as he worked you to another orgasm. 

“God, I love you!” You scream to his delight as you cum quicker than your mind can keep up. 

“I love you too. Even though you’re fucking annoying.” He hisses, unable to hold himself back anymore. He cums hot inside you, grunting as he slaps your ass one last time before pulling himself out. You moan softly, breathing heavily as he cleaned you up. He kissed up your body, you unable to move from being completely fucked out of your mind. 

“When you socked me, I knew you were a keeper.” He laughed. 

“Shut up.” You say, smiling into your pillow. 

“HEY, YOU TWO DONE IN THERE? YOU COULD HAVE WOKEN UP THE ENITRE CITY WITH ALL THAT RACKET!” Twice shouted through the walls, turning your face red with shame. 

“SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!” Dabi yelled back, rubbing soft circles on your ass to soothe his harsh marks on both cheeks. 

bitch i.. i’m sick. 

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◜     *     :     charlie     rowe     .     cis     male     &     he/him     .     trojan     horse     by     sebastian     paul     .     ━━     the     legend     surrounding     london’s     l’academiae     furorum     would     not     be     complete     without     JASPER     WILDER     .     the     academy's     TWENTY     FOUR     year     old     TECH     SUPPORT     has     been     with     furore     for     two     years     ,     oft     described     as     RAMBUNCTIOUS     ,     JADED     ,     CHAOTIC     ,     CHEEKY     &     has     proved     utterly     indispensable     to     the     company.     in     passing     ,     they’ve     come     to     be     associated     with     THE     SCENT     OF     SIPHON     GASOLINE     DRIPPING     FROM     A     SPLIT     LIPPED     SMILE     &     driving     splinters     out     of     mud-splattered     palms,     fresh     bolognese     sauce     stains     on     fraying     denim     cuffs     ,     icing     bruising     skin     against     the     condensation     on     bus     windows,     chalk     graffiti     imitating     the     once     grandeur     of     banksy     ,     numb     teeth     from     super     sonic     headphone     use     .     whether     this     will     be     their     final     curtain     call     is     anyone's     guess     &     the     company’s     worst     nightmare     .

HELO SEXY CITIZENS! it is i pand (28) emerged from my self imposed exile a fresh n happy new gal 🤪🤪 i’ve not done groups or shite in like years so... teefy grins cowabunga boys let’s do this ! i lov an unnecessary elipsis and exclamation marks is like me family... thts all u rly need to know abt me i’m quite easy going :B

history

back from my salmon :) (if u keep reading thisll all mke sense hoo hoo hee) ok where were we ah yes his Histoire ok cracks knucky knucks. 

grew up in yorkshire then moved to south london *top boy theme song* when their no good papa deserted them bcs he’s also a big fuckup who has no sense of commitment or attachment to his family. so jasper, ignoring all facts that his dad will not return bcs he’s an idiot, “temporarily” helps his single overworked mum out by working as a techie whilst secretly moonlighting as a low level car thief in the grimey underworld of london. gone in sixty seconds ws his fave movie as a kid n will probs be the death of him bt my god... can he do a good nicholas cage impression.

jasper is one half of jasper and scout his eVIL TWIN! just kidding she’s nai’s blessed creation so i cnt rly go off bat here but their family puts the fun in dysFUNctional. luca is the oldest sibling who’s currently in jail for gbh but jasper will go to his grave defending him n the entire situation if u bring it up after a few pints... his big brother is his Mona Lisa of ppl like he’s just bow down n hero worship the badassery bt rly he’s just idolising a selfish scumbag who offers nothing to society n so remains locked away causing a ruckus behind bars. obv jasper does NT see this... a common theme with my Boy is... he sees what he wants... n wears horse blinders for the rest. then bethan is the next in line n she has a bunch of kids with a deadbeat who jasper always threatens to throw off a motorway bt he never does. loves a good word... bt does he back it up? nah, not his style Baby! He’s a violent poet! a romantic maniac! but not a realist dnt come at him with tht shite or he’ll get bored n go steal a car to entertain himself. THEN WE HAVE SCOUT -- a dandelion w legs and arms, all angry spirit and dungarees and they have a love/hate relationship ie jasper loves her bt she hates a lot of wt he does n thinks he’s just a stinky boy w no hope or manners n tbh? Tea.

so thts the siblings his mum is a single mum n they get along great she doesn’t see the shitty side of jasper n there is a mile of it so idk how bt they love making homemade spaghetti bolognese frm his gran’s tattered recipe together n singing in the kitchen and jasper probs does lil jazz numbers for her bcs frankly he adores her n thinks she’s a strong brilliant woman which she is... n he adores all his family actually jasper is a fiercely loyal bloke n will throw fists to reinforce tht... n also to feel like a powerful Alpha male bcs he’s a lil problematical that way :/. 

relationship n romance wise........ bites fist.........here we go. ok so he had a longterm girlfriend. (longterm to jasper is measured in weeks). bt he cheated on her many times n one noteable time ws a threesome including her best friend n her sister. it’s number one on his long list of sins that will lead him to hell. u might ask... my god... why would they do that... well... jasper defies logic my friends. he actually defines tht whole palav as an iconic memory bt scout once heard him gloating abt it n smacked him so hard on the back of the head he felt concussed

so yah jasper has been working as a tech support for a couple years but doesn’t rly take his job seriously he likes the close proximity to all the dancers bcs he’s a whore w an appetite fr debauchery n also perhaps likes his job bcs he has hidden tap dancing talents n hopes to dip his toe in the world of dance perhaps. or does he. tune in next time fr the big reveal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

personality

frankly owning the dance floor viciously��squat dancing when requested throat goat kim petras blasts frm the club speakers probs wearing a pair of vintage glasses shaped like glittery stars which he raises up n down to wink at ppl he thinks r impressed.... bt why wouldn’t u be... THE BOY IS TALENTED AND HAS FANTASTIC LEGS !

loving his mum the absolute light of his life (as well as his cynic of a twin scout bt like... he’s considerably less vocal abt tht bcs she’s mostly horrified by him and his selfish playboy lifestyle 98.76% the time). this ofc doesn’t deter frm the fact tht he’s only but a few please and thankyou’s away from pure hooliganism... and should carry a warning sign like a tag around his neck. shaun of the dead mum: He’s a bit... bitey   

on one hand rite.........jasper is a cesspit of toxic masculinity bt tbh he also doesn’t rly care abt all that noise.... depends on his mood u see he’s ever fluctuating. loves a mimosa with silly straws n cocktail umbrellas bt also counts the notches on his bedpost w a sense of pride only known to a rowdy adolescent male. locker room talk? bang on. a real Out with The bOys kinda bloke... but maybe less insufferable who knows u decide

i have to go cook some salmon so thts it tbh... thanks fr reading

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