#it just felt like she was ripped away from me so quickly and i wasn't allowed to see her after while she was just upstairs in her room

[apparentlytheproblem]

Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you." 

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

#theodore nott x reader #theo nott #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x you #blaise zabini #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theodore nott angst #theodore nott smut #theodore nott soft smut #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott fic #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott masterlist #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott drabble #theodore nott headcanons #theodore nott scenarios #harry potter preferences #harry potter imagine #harrypotterimagines #harrypotterimagine #harry potter fluff #george weasley #harry potter incorrect quotes #harry potter headcanon

[c-nstantine]

Dick's Best Friend

Description: Being Dick Grayson's best friend comes with some benefits

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Smut, oral smut, very poorily written oral smut

Being Dick Grayson's best friend was a constant circle of trying to prove that Y/N didn't want to date him and her maintaining a crush on him. Going on dates wasn't even fun when her best friend looked like a damn supermodel. Somehow she ended up with a guy from her job but she should've left as soon as she saw the cat art in his apartment.

"It couldn't have been that bad," Dick tried consoling his friend by patting her shoulder as she searched through Netflix on his flatscreen.

"It was. He tried to give me head and…" Y/N shivered and hugged herself at the thought. How someone with a big tongue kept missing the clit, she had no idea. Dick almost snorted at her reaction.

"Was it bad? I never understood how guys give bad head like it's so easy," Dick exclaimed, laying back on the sofa. He looked Y/N up and down, taking in her attire. She clearly was going on a date, and she looked sexy. Not that Dick would say that about his friend, that's weird.

"I'm glad you think it's easy," She mumbled, pulling her legs to her chest, which only exposed her thighs more. Dick almost felt like a perv looking over his best friend like that, but it wasn't his fault she was hot.

"I could show you," He offered, albeit a little too nonchalantly.

"What?" Her eyes almost bugged out of her head. Y/N knew her best friend was a bit of a whore, but this was a new reach even for her.

"I could give you head. It's a shame you got all dressed up just for it to go to waste," He said plucking at the slight hem of her dress. His eyes slightly glazed over and his tongue darted out to cross

"Dick, you're joking,"

"I'm not though. I bet you're wearing a thong with that dress. Let me get a peak," He clocked how she didn't have a panty line the minute she walked through the door. Being a detective had its perks on occasion.

"No strings?" She whispered, tempted to give him everything he'd ever wanted from her.

"No strings," He spoke with no hesitation. His eyes dropped to her mouth and her lips never looked more inviting but he was sure that would scare her away.

"C'mon lover boy," She stood and walked to his bedroom as she'd done hundreds of times before for their movie marathons. She sat on his bed and honestly, it was a bit more awkward than she'd imagined. That was until Dick pushed flat on her back and hooked her legs over his shoulders. He was mumbling something incoherently as he pushed her dress up.

"I've been waiting for this," He said pressing a kiss to the then mesh material of her thong.

"What?" She raised her head up to ask. She was quickly silenced by the sound of her thong ripping. She was wetter than he thought she'd be. Had she wanted this for as long as he had?

Starting with a kiss on either thigh before kissing her clit caused Y/N let out a small gasp. His tongue began to toy with her delicate folds as his face pressed further and further into her. Her hips rocked against her face as his tongue traced his name on her pussy, not that she could tell. Her wetness began to drip down his chin onto his sheets but Dick couldn't be bothered with that right now. Not when he had the girl of his dreams literally moaning because of his mouth.

"Fuck, Dick," One hand of hers had gripped his scalp, making it damn near impossible for him to move. She could feel him smirking as his tongue brought her near her peak. He spread her legs wider than before and mercilessly attacked her clit.

He could feel her pussy twitch around his tongue and that only egged him on more. He wanted, he needed her to cum on his face. It would make his entire night if she did. With a couple more quick flicks to her clit, she did and Dick had never seen something as beautiful as his best friend cumming. He backed away from her pussy but kept one hand tracing her clit as he lay next to her, just to help her ride out her orgasm.

"So?" He asked, looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

"I see why you're friends with all of your exes now," Y/N joked.

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x black reader #dick grayson x black!reader #dick grayson smut

[ilovebuckers5]

༺ ♱ I've Missed You ♱ ༻

pairing - paige x fem!reader

word count - 1.9k

themes :

-filth

-angst

-18+

warnings :

-smut

-cussing

a/n - i feel like i haven't written p smut in a little....

you and paige had been on and off for months. breaking up one day and getting back together a week later. it was toxic, obviously, but you both loved the thrill.

you also loved the sex that you'd have if you even dared to step near anyone else while you guys were "broken up".

the door slammed behind me and Paige. I was already drunk enough to the point where my eyes were water and I couldn't really feel my feet. the last thing I needed was my "ex" screaming at me. I held my breath when I got into my room. I knew that the door would swing open any second now. and there it was.

paige stormed up to me, her hair bouncing off of her shoulders. she was still a little tipsy. I could see it in her eyes.

"so what was that huh?"

she didn't yell but she didn't just talk either. heavy breaths left both of our mouths. the air was thick and infested with the smell of alcohol and old body mist that was slowly fading away.

"fucking answer me. why was that girl all up on you? and why did you stop her?"

i ignored Paige's questions multiple times until she was fed up. I felt her hand hold onto my wrist and I let her lead me to the bathroom. all I could do was groan with annoyance as Paige slid the two of us into the bathroom.

she locked the bathroom door behind us and didn't hesitate to press my body against the door. i knew what was about to happen. paige's hands roamed around my hips and ass while she let her lips hover over my own. i could tell that she was trying to tease me just to piss me off but i wasn't letting her get her way this time. so i stayed still while she became more and more frustrated

"fuck." she breathed out before pressing her lips against mine roughly. i barely got to kiss back before she was shoving her tongue down my throat. our saliva slowly melted together and she let a string of spit fall down my chest while she moved her lips around my chest. she quickly took one of my nipples into her mouth, rolling it around with the tip of her tongue sending a couple whines out of my mouth.

i finally caved and held onto her back while she worked her way down my stomach and to my soaking wet core. she let her fingers dance around the miniskirt that just barely covered my ass before tugging it down my legs. before she did anything else, she lifted herself back up to my ear to whisper "so wet for me just after arguing? y'little slut." her finger ran across my clothed pussy sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"mmm. paige please." i pleaded into paige's ear the moment she took her hand away from my pussy. without saying a word, paige held onto my waist while lowering herself back to where she was. she took her time removing my panties and now her teasing was working. the second my panties were lower than my thighs, i rushed to kick them off. finally, paige dug her tongue through my folds hitting all the right places while gathering all my slick onto her tongue. longer strings of curse words left my mouth the deeper paige went. and just like that i was already close to cumming right on her tongue.

"f-fuck right there. don't stop paige!" i whined out as paige began to flatten her touch against my puffy clit. but then she stopped, ripping her mouth away from my cunt. i couldn't help but hold onto her shoulders, almost like i was trying to hold her back where she was.

"what the fuck paige!?" paige stood up and moved my body away from the bathroom dort before walking out and sitting herself on the bed. my neck snapped around while i followed her out of the bathroom.

"c'mere." she said tapping the bedding next to her. i crawled to her side and waited there while she stared at me with amusement in her eyes. after a while of silence and staring i decided that it was enough. i wrapped my hands around the sides of paige's hips and straddled her lap. my lips trailed across her face, placing kisses on every inch of her ivory skin. i practically had tears in my eyes at the loss of her tongue but tried to ignore it and continue looking into paige's eyes.

"you upset, baby?" she cooed while dragging her thumb across my jawline. "obvious isn't it." i replied.

she then slowly lifted up her tank top just enough to reveal her toned abs. just the sight of her bare stomach caused me to groan. i wanted to ride her abs right then and there but i knew she wouldn't give in that easily. but i still started grinding against her skin. the feeling of my clit dragging across each defined ab created a knot in my stomach. i quickly sped up my pace, now almost bouncing back and forth on her abs. i felt paige's large and cold hands grip onto my ass, slowing me down which only upset me even more.

"n-no." i whined.

"what? tell me what's the rush."

"you didn't let me cum"

"and you flirted with someone else"

"we aren't even together paige"

"well we are now"

her hands had a death grip on my skin, nails two layers deep leaving marks. she continued to guide me at a fast enough pace to have me cumming all over her stomach without seconds. "thats it princess. cum all over me." my words began to get caught in my throat as i rode out my orgasm. the only thing i could let out was loud whines and the occasional 'please.' my eyes were screwed shut, no matter how badly i wanted to see that smug smile on paige's face. she got even more cocky than usual when she made me finish with just her touch. it pissed me off a lot of the time.

i was about to continue riding her abs as much as I possible could but of course Paige couldn't hold the same position for a singular minute. I whined with annoyance as Paige stood up, tossing me to the side. she walked out of the room without saying anything and when she came back she had a 7 inch strap, harnessed to her waist. my breath hitched once I saw the size of her plastic dick but knew just how rough she could get if her buttons were pressed. I was still sitting on the backboard of the bed when paige took my hand into her grasp, leading me to the floor. "on your knees." she growled. so I settled my face closer to her harness, rough carpet felt scratchy and painful against my knees. before I could take a deep breath and prepare for her, Paige slid the purple strap along my tongue and down my throat, not hesitating to go as deep as possible. she started off slow but began to fuck my mouth at an ungodly speed. the tip hit my uvula multiple times, causing me to gag against the silicone in my mouth. but Paige didn't stop until there were hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

she slowly removed the strap from my mouth before taking a handful of my hair in between her fingers and spinning me around so that my face was facing my full body mirror. without even getting a chance to catch my breath, Paige slipped the length of her strap in my cunt, sending a guttural moan out of my lips followed by a string of course words. in the back of my mind I knew that I would get punished for shutting my eyes so tight but a wave of embarrassment washed over me watching my own naked body bent over, moving back and forth with every thrust of Paige's. once the blonde noticed that my eyes were closed, she placed a firm slap on my ass, stopping her thrusts abruptly.

"open your goddamn eyes princess." her grip on my waist tightened, making me wince a little. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Paige's red hot face smirking towards me in the mirror. "good girl."

she began sliding her strap in and out of my pussy with ease and at a steady pace. she began to speed up her own hips just at the sound of my whines.

"fuck paigey d-don't stop." she took her hand that wasn't holding onto my waist and quickly it moved to my bare tit, massaging it while speeding up her thrusts even faster. "fuck fuck fuck I'm so close p." Paige began to fuck me through my second orgasm, all the juices that left my already soaking wet pussy slid down my thighs and down my calves. "that's it baby..." she whispered under her breath in contrast to the pornographic words and whines that left my mouth. she lifted the upper half of my body up closer to her face and whispered "wanna give me one more pretty girl?" and I couldn't say no. "mhm. whatever y'want."

paige held my back against her chest while she shoved her 'dick' in me at a slower speed. she began placing kisses all over my shoulders and neck without stopping her thrusts into me. just the noise her strap made against my pussy sent me over the edge for a third time. "shit right there!" I waited out as Paige's tip hit all the right places at once, causing me to gush all over my own legs and her strap. the second she removed her strap, it was her tongue.

she pushed my body onto the bed and used both of her hands to lift my legs over her shoulders. her tongue flicked at my already abused clit. she used the very tip of her tongue to lick all of the left over arousal that was spilling onto her strap or my legs. "mm fuck, taste so good for me." the vibrations of her voice almost sent me to heaven. now she was finally slurping and digging through my folds with her tongue, slowly sliding it further inside. "holy fuck! please don't stop Paige." my hands were now tangled in her hair which I could barely grab due to how tight my thighs were wrapped around Paige's head and ears. she continued to gather all of my liquids, moving her tongue faster than ever and not missing a single drip of me that spilled into her tongue which was shaped into a cup just to make sure she was able to get everything in her mouth. my legs began to shake as I reached my fourth orgasm. my legs fell like jello onto Paige's shoulders while my head was thrown back against the pillow.

before Paige to swallow all of me, she pressed her tongue against mine, giving me a taste of myself while kissing me sloppily. my legs were wrapped around her hips while her face hovered over my face. "so fucking pretty." she said, moving a strand of my hair behind my ear. I had words that needed to come out but I was too fucked out. Paige could clearly tell.

"say it. I know you want to." she said sternly.

"I've missed you-" I began to speak

"yeah you did" Paige snapped back before pressing out lips together again.

#Spotify #paige #paigexreader #paige x reader #paige bueckers #paige buckets #paige bueckers smut #Paige smut #basketball #uconnwbb #uconn wbb fic #uconn wbb #uconn huskies

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part six

summary: all the stars aligned, and it was you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.7k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: i just finished writing s1, and we're halfway through! so in case anyone was wondering, s1 will have 12 parts :) i haven't started s2 yet but i am so excited to!!

series masterlist // playlist

Days passed, no sign of Coryo. The only reason you know he isn't dead is because Sejanus came and told you he would be alright. That didn't do much to quell your worries.

Selfishly, you were scared you wouldn't get to see him again. You knew you wouldn't, actually. Now you were truly alone. Just you and his blanket, the book he gave you, and the dress your mother made. And Sejanus Plinth, you supposed. None of the surviving tributes would even talk to you- not that you really felt like talking. Just reading. You've read and re-read Romeo and Juliet no less than three times since Coriolanus passed the book through the bars to you the night before you went into the arena.

"I know you asked for this, and it's a little early, but happy birthday." Coryo whispers, smiling as the dark of night encases the two of you into your own little world.

He hands you a small box, wrapped in parcel paper and complete with a ribbon made of some kind of knitting thread. You grin, taking it from his hand and carefully untying the bow, delicately pulling the paper apart where it's taped together so as not to rip it. A copy of Romeo and Juliet. Old, tattered, falling apart; well-loved.

"Oh, Coryo, you didn't have to give me anything. That's too sweet." You grin, immediately flipping through the pages despite the dark preventing you from seeing a single word. "Thank you."

"Of course." He says, watching only you as your eyes flick over the pages. What little light falls from the moon is reflected in your eyes, and he wouldn't dare look away.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite." You say softly, and at first, he thinks you're talking to yourself until you look up at him. A small, almost shy smile fit perfectly onto your lips.

"You like it?" He asks, the answer obvious even to him.

"I love it."

You were his tribute. Not a friend, certainly not more, but as he reaches through the bars to let his fingers brush over your cheek all rational thought means nothing. He doesn't realize he's staring at your lips until you comment on it.

"Is this why you asked if I have a boyfriend?" You whisper, your natural smile returns, and he's quickly looking anywhere else. Your eyes, your hair, the spot where his fingertips meet your cheekbone just below your hairline. Anywhere else. "Because I know it wasn't on that list of questions."

He's quickly backtracking, dropping his hand. This was wrong and he knew it. "I, uh, Tigris made you some cake. It's not good, but it's the best we could do." He says, redirecting his attention to his bag as he pulls out the small paper bag.

You sit back, blushing furiously. "I'm sure it's delicious." You smile, and it comes across more nervously than you intended.

"Here." He hands it to you, and you gently place the book next to you on the ground so you don't get any crumbs on it. "I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

And just like that, he's gone.

You're grateful when you see Sejanus coming back with his bag of food and water. It had become some form of a routine, at this point. The citizens of the Capitol weren't allowed to bring you food anymore, he was the only one who did for you now that Coryo was gone, and now that his tribute had escaped as well.

"Sejanus." You smile, standing up as he gets closer.

"Y/N. Holding up okay?" He asks, a sad look behind his tired eyes. He looked almost as tired as you, you were sure, but you hadn't seen a mirror since you left your house before the reaping.

You sigh. "I'm holding up." You answer simply. Sejanus is the only person you feel comfortable being totally honest with, but at the same time, you don't want to because you know he already feels bad for what you're going through. He's the only one outside this cage who kind of understands. "How about you?"

"I'm alright." He shrugs, reaching into his bag and pulling out a sandwich for you. You could never get sick of these. "I also have salt, if it needs more of that." He hands you a small bag of table salt alongside it.

"Thank you." You grin, tucking the bag into your pocket incase you needed it. "Any news about Coryo?" You ask hopefully, taking a bite. You already feel your starvation-induced nausea fading away.

"Not really. He's recovering, though." Sejanus answers. "Are you ready for the interview tonight?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." You grin. "I was right, I didn't need the book. I already had the whole thing memorized, but it's been so lovely to get to read it again."

"It must be." He nods. "Gives you something to do."

You hum in agreement, looking around at the other tributes. No one is even moving much anymore. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

You look down at your sandwich while you think about how you want to word this. "Is Coryo..." No, that's not it. "I got the feeling that he actually cared for me. Is that true?"

"Coryo has never been one to tell anyone what he's thinking." Sejanus says, entirely unhelpfully. That's not his fault, though. "But if I had to guess, I would say yes."

"I'm just wondering because it's nice to have friends now. Here. At the end." You smile sadly before taking another bite. "And I was worried I had upset him."

"You? No." Sejanus shakes his head. "I don't think you could if you tried."

"Why's that?"

"Well... It's hard to explain. He's always been super focused on school, on the prize, but now, when it matters most, I feel like he's more focused on you and making sure you actually win." He tells you. "But, like I said, he wouldn't talk about it even if I asked him outright."

You nod. "Thank you, Sejanus. For always being honest with me."

"Of course. It's the very least I can do, all things considered."

"Can I ask you for one more favour?" You ask hopefully. "If not I understand, you must be quite busy."

"I have the rest of my life to be busy." He shakes his head. "What do you need?"

"Will you tell Coryo thank you, for me?"

"Yes. Of course." He agrees without hesitation.

"And do you have a pencil and paper?"

Sejanus headed home for a while and then back to the hospital after his visit with you, armed with your note in his pocket to pass on to Coryo. He was hoping he would be awake right now, he had been so on and off the last few days. More grumpy than normal, and Sejanus could tell it was driving him up the wall that he couldn't go see you. But the interviews had already started, so he would get to see you soon- even if it's just through the screen.

"Tigris." He whispers, pulling back the curtain as he sees the familiar girl sitting at his friend's side. She hadn't left her cousin most of the time he'd been bedridden, she was there every time Sejanus checked in.

"Oh, hello." She whispers, smiling at him. "He's still resting, but he's feeling a bit better today I think."

"That's good. I'm glad to hear it." Sejanus agrees, taking the seat next to her. "I went to see Y/N. She's eaten. She doesn't look good, though."

Tigris nods, returning her gaze to her sleeping cousin and pushing his hair away from his eyes. It's not like he needs to see, but she would do it anyway. Just to make sure he wouldn't be annoyed when he woke up. "He's been worrying about her. I can tell."

"She asked me if she did something to upset him. Has he said anything to you?"

"No, nothing." She shakes her head, lip jutting out at the confusing statement. Nothing at all would indicate to her that he was upset with you, but it's entirely possible that stuck in that cage day in and day out you could quickly become paranoid about who you could trust.

"Okay, good. That's what I told her anyway." He tries to be quiet as he speaks, but the whispering wakes his friend anyway.

Coryo's eyes fly open and he gasps, eyes landing on the two of them sitting in front of him.

"Coryo," Tigris says softly, a small, worried smile on her face.

"Y/N?" He asks, his voice husky from sleep. "Is she-"

"She's alive," Tigris promises, gently rubbing his arm, landing her hand on his and squeezing it gently.

"Is she hurt?"

"Not badly." Sejanus shakes his head. "A few decent cuts and bruises, but she'll be okay. I brought her some antibiotics the other day so nothing will get infected." You won't be okay, they both know that, but you certainly wouldn't be dying from the minor injuries you sustained in the rebel bombing.

He nods, slightly, trying to sit up. "How long was I sleeping? What did I miss?"

"Another tribute died from injuries," Sejanus replies. "Everyone is still scared. No one will go see them anymore, I haven't seen any of the other mentors there either. But I've been feeding her. She's okay."

Coryo nods, wincing at the pain in his back as he moves. The burn was bad, but apparently, it was healing well.

"Marcus is still missing. I haven't heard anything about him. They're hunting him but I still think he has a better chance out there than he would tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Coryo asks, rubbing his head with his free hand, Tigris still holding his other one. "They're still going ahead with the games?"

Sejanus just slightly shakes his head, looking away. Coryo knows that that is a yes.

"Oh no... Y/N.... She could've run," He mumbles. "But she saved me."

"I tried to convince her to. I did." Sejanus reminds him. "She wouldn't budge."

All heads turn as Lucky's voice on the TV catches their attention. "And now, our final tribute. I first met this young lady in the zoo not too long ago. From District Twelve, Y/N Y/L/N. Come on out here!"

Lucretius motions for you to step out onto the stage and you do, gently placing the book and the blanket you had brought with you on the floor in a neat pile before joining him.

"Lucretius." You smile. "It's good to see you." You're nervous in front of so many people, the audience in front of you is much larger than the small one you spoke in front of at the reaping, and being in front of a camera without Coryo by your side made you antsy.

"You as well, Darling. Now, I was told you had something you wanted to do for us so I'll just leave you to that. Charm us! Remember, the world is watching." He smiles, gently patting your shoulder before walking just out of view of the cameras. His statement was far from reassuring.

"Uhm..." You stare out at the audience, and suddenly you're scared you've forgotten the entire thing. You had to do well. For Coryo and his prize. He needed this. "I've become aware that not many people know this play." You chuckle, trying to hide your nervousness behind it. "But Romeo and Juliet has always held a special place in my heart and I want to share that with the world, before I go."

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. You wonder if Coryo is watching. He's not here, you're sure of that, but you do hope he gets to see. And he does.

He stands up as soon as your face first appears on the screen, declining help from both Tigris and Sejanus as he limps over to the TV, cranking up the volume. Your fate depends on this, he knows it, but he can't look past the blue tint under your eyes and the bruises that litter almost every part of your exposed skin. The cuts are what get him the most. Your knuckles are cleaned up, mostly, but red and irritated as you twist your hands together nervously in front of you. Same with the crude black stitches on your upper arm. Irritated, neglected by professionals, but at least it wasn't serious.

"Come on... You can do it." He mumbles mostly to himself, and Tigris reaches up to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder as the three of them watch.

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Immediately, he is confused. He expected to be, of course, but he could also tell as soon as you started reciting it, after the first line, your confidence was coming back to you. This play was your safe space.

"Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love; and I'll no longer be a Capulet." You look out at the silent audience as you speak, a smile forming on your lips. They're listening. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague."

Coryo is wishing you had explained more to him about what this play is about. "What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, nor arm nor face nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, be some other name." He should have asked. Why didn't he ask? You told him yourself that you could talk about it for hours. Why didn't he take advantage of that when he had the chance?

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." A rose. Of course a rose, was this for him? He longed to understand it better as he watched the donations tracker tick up and up toward the thousands.

"Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name, which is no part of thee," You take a deep breath for the first time since you started speaking. "Take all myself."

It was a beat or two before the audience clued in that you were done, and then the cheers started. A standing ovation, people wiping their eyes and clapping for you like you had changed their lives.

"Wow! Now wasn't that something, everyone!" Lucky laughs, coming back into the frame of Coryo's view from the camera. Tigris was in tears. The continual uptick of the donations counter was reassuring to him. As you smiled, cheeks flushing red. "The donations are just flooding in with a record high! That must feel good."

"Thank you, it does." You nod at Lucky, trying to place all your focus on him so you don't get too embarrassed in front of the crowd. At least you knew Coryo would be pleased. If you understood his prize situation as well as you thought you did, this was very good for him. "I just want to make my family and my mentor proud."

"You have a real talent. It's such a shame." The host says to you and you laugh awkwardly.

"Well, everyone loves something. I just loved books."

You continually referring to yourself in the past tense makes Coryo want to puke, looking away from the screen only briefly to take in the other nurses and patients watching too.

"We have just a few moments left, but I need to know, what is that about?"

"Oh! Well, Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy." You explain, back to yourself again. "It's about two star-crossed lovers from feuding families. So, what Juliet was talking about, to put it very simply because I could go on and on about this, was that she loved Romeo for who he was- not just his name or his family. It didn't matter to her that they came from different places. She loves him anyway, and if he couldn't let go of his family, she would give up her own life for him."

Coryo's eyes widen. So it was about him. He can't help the tug on his lips that threatens to form a smile.

"Alrighty then, that's very sweet." Lucky replies. "Now, you said it's a tragedy. What is so tragic about a love story?"

"Well," You chuckle nervously. "They both die at the end."

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[cjjohansson]

pretty girl.

natasha romanoff x reader. amab.

-18+. just smut. <3 sub nat <3-

“I need to go and do something. I will be, like an hour.” You tell Nat as she huffs from the bed. 

“Nat, stop for one second, okay? I just need to go and give someone my files and I will be back. You can wait an hour. You can, can’t you?” You tell her, she has been so persistent since she woke up this morning but sometimes work has to come first, especially when you are already a week late with your mission reports. 

Nat nods to your words but it isn't enough for you, “I need words, Natasha.” You tell her firmly, no room for discussion and her eyes change again, not too soft but to lust. You already know what is going through her head. 

“Yes…daddy.”

“Ugh! Fuck, you're trying to kill me right now.” You mutter as she moves over to your bed and sits on it on her knees, her eyes never leaving you. She is making it so fucking difficult to leave this room and not just have your way with her. 

“I know I said, I will be an hour but I will try to make it quicker, and when I get back I expect you to be on this bed in the same position. If you are, I promise, you will get a reward, baby.” You tell her again, your hand gripping her chin and making her look you in your eye so she fully understands your words. 

“Yes daddy.” 

“Good girl.” 

You're out of the room before she can even stop you. 

---------------

You manage to drop your files off in record time and quickly find yourself hurrying back to your room.

You left the elevator, deciding to run up the stairs in hopes of getting to nat quicker and you weren't disappointed when you walked back into your room. 

Natasha was sitting on her knees in the middle of the bed, red lingerie clad on her body. Her head down staring at her hands on her knees. 

You felt your dick twitch in your boxers at the sight, god she was gorgeous. And she was all yours. 

“You're so good at following instructions baby.” Nat kept her head down as you spoke, just how you liked it. She knew not to speak if she wasn't asked too. 

You start to strip yourself down to your boxers and finally move over to her on the bed. 

You looked down at her and instantly noticed a dark red spot of her panties, your dick getting hard at the thought of her already wet when you hadn't even been here or touched her. 

“Look at me baby…good girl. I’m feeling nice so I’m going to let you decide on what your reward is, tell me what you want baby.” You ask her as you place her face into your hand. 

“I…I wanna ride you daddy…please” 

“Good girl with your manners…” You mutter back, your head leaning down and placing a soft, gentle kiss onto her lips, she whines in frustration as you pull away. 

“Get me ready for you then baby.” You tell her as you stand back up straight. Her body turning on the bed still on her knees, she reaches out for you, and pulls your boxers down. Your dick swinging up and hitting into your stomach. 

Natasha’s hand grips you firmly as she starts to jerk you off slowly. Her eyes full of mischief as she lowers her head and spits onto the tip of your dick, you groan in annoyance at her taking her time. 

“If you want your reward, you better hurry up, pretty girl.” 

Her mouth engulfs you fully at your words, a moan leaving your throat at how well she takes you. No one does it like her. She bobs her head up and down your shaft, her cheeks howling out as she sucks you off. 

You move to make a ponytail with her hair and help in pushing and pulling her on you, her own moans let you know she is enjoying it just as much as you are. 

Natasha keeps one hand around you while her other moves to fondle with your balls, you push her hard and faster onto you, her gagging fills the room and you can't take your eyes away from the droll spilling down her chin.  

Before you can cum too early you pull her off and push her to lay down on the bed, your eyes falling to her wet panties. You pull off her underwear, not caring about the sound of ripping. 

“So wet for me, aren't you? Desperate little slut.” 

Natasha’s eyes shine at your degrading words, her body squirming on the bed from needing to be touched.

You move to hover on top of her, your mouth latching onto her own, the sound of her moans have you fighting back the need to just pound her into the bed, she deserves her reward. She has been patient after all. 

Your thumb starts to circle her clit as your kiss continues, her hips jumping every time you press down harder, just as she goes to put her tongue in your mouth, you push two fingers into her and replace her tongue with your own. 

“So tight, fuck.” You pull away to look down, your fingers pumping in and out of her, her moans continuing to fill the room. 

Her chest is right in front of your face and you instantly latch onto her perky nipples. 

“FUCK! Ugh daddy, I’m gonna cum!” 

“You either cum now or you cum on my dick. You pick” You say into her lips as you tease her with your thumb on her clit again, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, you wait for her to cum but she manages to gain control to answer your question. 

“On your dick, let me ride you now!” You can’t say no to that. You pull your fingers from her and lay down on the bed next to her, not even caring at the fact your legs are hanging over the edge. 

Natasha jumps up in anticipation and throws her leg over your waist, her hand moving towards your dick, but your hand slapping hers stops her. 

“I didn't say you could touch.” You tell her sternly. Her eyes zoning back into submission as she hovers over you. You pull her down closer to you not giving her time to react as you fill her up straight away with your dick.  

“FUCK!” Natasha moans, her body tense at first as she lets you hold onto her waist and rut into her a few times. Before lowering your hips back onto the bed and pulling her flush against you. 

“Ride me baby.” Her hips start to move with your words.

You lay back with your hands behind your head as you let her do the work. Her hands take purchase onto your abs, her hips lifting up and down your length. Throaty moans continue throughout the room. 

Her head lulls back, with her eyes rolling into her head as she takes control, very rarely did she ever when you had sex but again even now she isn’t the one in charge. 

Her walls start to squeeze you tight, your own moans now filling the room as she pulls herself up until only the tip is inside of her and drops herself down to be full again. 

“Daddy, please touch me, can only cum when you touch me.” Natasha begs, if you weren't feeling so nice then you would have made her carry on without you but not today. You pull yourself up, rest back on one hand as your other takes hold of her arse cheek. You grip her tightly as you start to meet her hips. Her body leaning down into yours gives her a new angle. Your mouth moving to leave marks over her neck adding to her pleasure. 

“Gonna cum, can i cum daddy?”

“Cum pretty girl…” You meet her harder, your body leaning back to lay on the bed again, your hand moving to play with her clit as she screams your name while she cums. 

Her body slows down, her breathing fast as she lays still on your chest. Your dick still hard and twitching inside of her, the need to cum now in the front of your mind. 

You lift her hips and slip out of her and place her on her front on the bed. You're quick with getting behind her. Her head turns to watch as you pull her to sit on her knees, your body standing up at the end of the bed. Her back arching perfectly as she lowers the top half of her body onto the bed, your hand moving up to move her hair over her shoulder so you can see her face more clearly. 

“Gonna fill you up now, yeah? You want that?” 

“Shit, I want that so badly daddy, please fill me up!” Natasha practically cries as you fill her up again and start to move your hips inside of her, you start off slowly, wanting to build yourself back up again. Her hips push back as you lower to press kisses onto her shoulders. 

“Tell me how you want it baby, do you want it hard and fast or slow?”

“Hard and fast please, need to cum again.” You don't argue with her as you pull out to the tip and ram back into her, her moan broken with how hard you are continuously rutting into her. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Your chest moves to meet her back, your hips not ending your torture. Your hand slides up her chest and gives her boobs a squeeze and then to her neck, you grip her firmly and pull her back up along with you. 

Her back still perfectly arches as your hips meet her ass. 

Her hand squeezes her throat everytime she moans, cutting off her moans as you breathe deeply into her ear. 

“Such a good pussy, you're gonna milk me dry aint ya, you slut.”

“Daddy, gon cum…” 

“Wait for me!” You grit into her ear as you move your hips impossibly faster, the bed moving with how hard your thrusts are.

Her back somehow arches more, your dick reaching even deeper with the new angle, you have to keep focus on keeping up your thrusts as you come closer to the edge. 

“Cum, cum now!” You moan into her ear. Her body tenses and then spasms as she releases onto you. Her cum drips down your shaft and onto your thighs, her walls tighten and you bury yourself fully into her as you finally explode. 

“FUCK!” Your hips twitch, your body tense as she continues to grip you tightly. Her breath deep as your hips slowly twitch up into her, prolonging your high. 

You let go of her neck and slide your hands down to hold her chest. You stay inside of her as you lower the both of you onto the bed. 

Natasha goes to move her hips to let you slip out but your hands instantly fall to her hips and keep her against you. 

“We are not done yet, pretty girl.”

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[serxinns]

OOOO OGMVOVM SO IDEA:

YANDERE CLASS 1-A IS LIKE SO OBSESSED WITH READER BUT SHE HATES THEM ALL AND AVOIDS THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY DO ABT THIS?

You hated them... you hated them all they were just too overbearing! The flirting thr kissing the unwanted touching everything and whenever you told them to fuck off they'll just coo and baby you saying "thats very mean! Darling! "

They kept always crowded around you it's no surprise there Iida always insisted on study dates every chance you could get your mom would always pressure you to join her private tea party and insist it would be just the two of us the way she said it creeper you out so you would always make excuses or just awkwardly walk away leaving her confused and a bit pissed. Denki is always on your ass whether it be teasing or playing around he kept clinging to you like some puppy it was Cringe honestly...

Izuku yapping about heroes even if you weren't listening, Kirishima and Shoji trying to show off by flexing their muscles, Mina or Hakagure always gripping your arm too tight or hugging you until you couldn't breathe and you had to hit them harshly on the back and they dared to complain about it Aoyama guy always trying to stuff your face with cheese even tho the smell of cheese makes you nauseous, ochako was ok untill she started making me go bake with her and suprise suprise! Momo joins her and it always turn into some competition about anything which takes the fun out of baking

You couldn't even talk to your other friend in PEACE shinsou was your go-to friend ever since your classmates started being overbearing you would rant for hours about them and he'd listen heck he let you chill in his dorms for a while or longer you couldn't be asked for a better friend, but back to the story you were just peacefully talking to shiso at lunch until bakugo and his petty little gang came over there everyone smiling at me expect bakugo ofc just glaring at me like I did something wrong, "is.. there a problem?"

"You damn right it's a problem! Your sitting with hyno shit over there!" He said pointing at Shinso "Bakubro that's not very manly!" He said in a stern tone but you had a feeling he wasn't scolding him, "what everyone's trying to say come sit with us y/n you don't have to be alone!" Mina said in a fake sickly sweet voice I swore I saw her eye twitch a bit but you didn't back down easily "im not alone tho I got shinso and I'm fine where I'm at you can eat your lunch and have fun without me" the squad got silence and awkwardly walked away but sending one final glare at shiso

Another time when you were talking with Kendo and Monoma at 2nd you kinda disliked Monoma or thought he was some crazy lunatic just because he kept ripping on your classmates but the 2 of you weirdly got along mostly because of your distasteful experience with your classmates, if the two of you weren't ranting about how your classmates were, the two of you would talk about hero stuff (mostly monoma bragging about being the best hero) or just talking about your interests and laughing at Monoma's antics and chaoticness

Kendo on the other hand made you feel like you had a friend she knows how overbearing and overwhelming your classmates get, so she would try to pull you away as best as she could despite the glares, snarls, and scowls she swore she heard from them she still wanted to help you one day you were dragged by hakagure and Mina to go to their room to play games but Kendo quickly grabbed the back of your shirt with paint hands to pulled you away "sorry gotta borrow them for a sec!" And quickly ran off

"Thx kendo I was about to snap at them and cause a scene" She smiled at you "No problem! I felt you were uncomfortable and had to do something ugh those classmates never leave you alone huh?" You chuckled your so grateful to have a friend like Kendo "anyways let's hurry and go to this "awesome" place monoma keep spamming my phone about" you playfully rolled you eyes and walked with Kendo

Meanwhile your classmates glared at the window Cleary pissed off it "seems like those pest need a lesson.." izuku said voice laced with vemon

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[mopopshop]

Ur Best Friend

Inspired by the song “Ur Best Friend” - Kehlani and Kiana Ledé (such a good song oml 🙏🏾) 

Paige x fem!OC (cause ion do that y/n stuff, no hate but I don’t🧍🏾‍♀️)

Featuring: Jalen Suggs

Words: 2k

Themes: 

-drinking

-cheating (sorry fam)

-slight sexual content

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over the backyard, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. It was my boyfriend Jalen's twenty-third birthday, and I had spared no effort in planning the perfect party. A few weeks earlier, we’d just celebrated our five months, so I had to have a party to top the last. The decorations were up, the music playlist carefully curated (tons of Rod Wave and Bryson Tiller), and the scent of food filled the air.

Among the guests was Paige, Jalen's best friend since eighth grade. I've always been cordial with her, exchanging polite smiles and casual conversation whenever she was around. But something had shifted in the past few weeks. A subtle tension lingered between us, sparking whenever our eyes met, igniting something unfamiliar yet exhilarating.

She'd gotten more touchy with me as well, a hand on the lower back and a hushed "excuse me" to get past, a casual arm over the shoulder during group hangouts, a hug or two, but up until a few weeks ago, I'd seen these as nothing less than innocent.

She's a friend, you know? Jalen's friend at that, so no way in hell I'd ever try anything with her. Not to say she's not, you know... good-looking. She'd 100% be my type if it wasn't for Jalen. Paige's tall, she's blonde, she's funny, has a nice smile—did I mention tall? Sometimes she wears these glasses which make her look—

"Aniyah!!"

I'm pulled from my thoughts as my friend Gigi waves me over to her.

"Come on, we're about to sing happy birthday," she smiles and rushes over to me, grabbing my arm and dragging me into the kitchen.

As I followed Gigi into the kitchen, my heart skipped with something unfamiliar upon seeing her. Paige was already there, chatting with a few other guests and standing next to Jalen. She was wearing a grey Nike tech sweatsuit under the jacket, a white tee, her classic braided ponytail, and topped off the look with white Jordan 4’s.

As I moved through the crowd, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. At times, we made eye contact which deepened the flush in my cheeks.

I’d told Jalen earlier that week that I wanted to toast to him before we sang for the cake, and I’d prepared something ahead of time, but now as the moment approached, something about it just hadn’t felt right. In the midst of my thinking, I don’t notice Jalen coming up to me with open arms.

“Hey baby, you good?” He says with a look of worry.

I’m startled by the sound of his voice and am quickly ripped from my thoughts.

“Hey! Yeah yeah I’m fine… just hoping you like my toast,” I breathe out, praying he doesn’t press the issue.

He smiles and says nothing, placing his hand on the small of my back and directing me towards the front of the crowd… towards Paige.

I lock eyes with Paige again and I rush to look away, but as I go to look back, I notice she’s still staring.

What was this tension between us? And why was it becoming harder to ignore?

Gigi nudged me playfully, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Girl what is going on with you today, you gonna do this toast or what?”

With a deep breath, I grab my shot glass and get everyone’s attention.

“Hey y’all, before we sing happy birthday, I just wanted to make a toast to my man. Tonight, let's raise our glasses to celebrate Jalen's 23rd birthday. Jalen, you're more than just a boyfriend; you're my rock.”

Even as I say these words and the more I go on, I don’t feel as though they’re genuine. All I can do is think of Paige…

“Your kindness, strength, and passion inspire me every day. Your laughter lights up any room, and your presence warms my heart. Here's to another year of smiles, laughter, and adventures together. Happy birthday, Jalen! Cheers!”

I tip my head back and down the shot, feeling the lukewarm liquid burn its way through my throat. Bringing my head up, I catch Paige’s gaze once again, and this time I don’t look away.

Suddenly my view of her is obscured as a group of Jalen’s friends come from the hallway with his birthday cake. Everyone gathers around Jalen, me on his right side and Paige on his left while Jalen holds the cake in the middle. We quickly sing happy birthday, and he blows out his candles. He turns to me to go in for a kiss, but I catch sight of Paige behind him and end up swerving his kiss.

“Yo.. seriously you good babe?” Jalen spews sort of irritated.

“Fine! I’m fine,” I squeak out, “Just…”

My gaze falls over to Paige, seeing her fight back a smile or maybe a chuckle at the sight of me rejecting Jalen’s kiss.

“… distracted.”

“Uh.. cool, okay,” I see him look to his friend group.

“I’m just gonna go and talk with the boys for a minute,” and he presses a brief kiss to my cheek.

“Have fun!” I turn around and try to yell over the music, but I can tell he’s already forgotten about me.

When I look back, I see Paige again. She makes prolonged eye contact then trails her eyes to the porch outside. Cocking her head towards the door as if to say “let’s talk out here” and promptly turns around and heads out the back doors.

I wait a few minutes before heading out to follow her because as much as I long to talk with her, I’m not trying to look desperate. Slowly but surely, I make my way over to the doors, pushing them open to see Paige leaning with her forearms on the railing.

“What are you following me out here for?” Paige teases turning her head with a smirk. I laugh quietly, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

She stands up straight, turning around to face me, leaning her back on the railing, crossing her feet and arms.

“You're trying to be shy so bad, get your ass over here,” She laughs.

I throw my hands up defensively, my voice pitching up a little bit, “I’m not being shy! I just don’t know what to say right now.”

Paige reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me entirely too close to her. “You don’t have to be so weird, it’s just me,” she says softly while caressing my fingers.

“I just- I.. I don’t know! Everything’s just so complicated right now,” I confess.

“Well talk to me about it,” she continues caressing my fingers, which makes it increasingly hard to think straight.

“I can’t.”

“Why not, mamas?”

That god damn nickname.

“I can’t because it’s about you.”

“What about me?”

“I can’t say! I just- it’s like- If I say how I really feel about.. you know everything, It’s gonna be real, and I’m not sure if I want it to be real.”

“Ma, you’re not making any sense right now.”

“I know!” I throw my hands up in frustration, I feel hot and flustered, and Paige being less than two feet from me isn’t making it any better.

Paige grabs my chin, bringing me closer and forcing eye contact.

“Hey, hey, look at me. Seriously breathe through it, you’re okay,” She says calming me down. “Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

I take a deep breath and back away from Paige slightly, letting the word vomit take its course.

“Every time I see you, my heart races, and my palms get all sweaty. I try to play it cool, you know. But let's be real, I am desperate. Desperate to talk to you, to be near you, to just be in your presence. And when I finally gather the courage to make my way over to you, my knees feel like jelly, and my words get all jumbled up. But you! You just stand there with that smirk on your face, teasing me, and you know you have this effect on me, you love it. I know you do.

And then you show up to Jalen’s party, making all the faces and giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes, and it’s just- it’s a lot to deal with! So I come out here to shut it down, but you make it so fucking hard by pulling me closer, rubbing my fingers and shit, making it impossible for me to think straight. And then by asking me what's on my mind, what's bothering me, you’ve become a better partner to me in ten minutes than Jalen ever has in these past five months.

And I know I should just spill my heart out to you, which I quite literally am doing right now, and tell you how I feel and hope for the best. But it's not that simple. I am scared, scared of losing you, of ruining our friendship, of making things awkward between us. But I can't help the way I feel, Paige. I just feel like the biggest asshole for doing this to Jalen because even though he’s not the best boyfriend, he’s still a good guy. I don’t know…”

I take a deep breath after that, looking at Paige’s face for any sign of disgust.

“Aniyah, I…” she starts.

“See, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I told you it was stupid! I knew you didn’t feel the same, and I opened my mouth anyways,” I quickly backtrack.

“Paige, I’m sorry, I’m just acting all crazy because Gigi’s birthday dinner's in a few days, and I have an early exam tomorrow, just super busy with things! Again, so sorry I-“

I’m quickly cut off by the feeling of Paige’s lips crashing onto mine and her arms wrapping around my waist.

“Don’t apologize for anything,” she breathes out in between kisses.

After a good minute or two of deep kisses, we break apart with our foreheads touching. I bring my arms around her neck while hers stay around my waist, rubbing the material of my black mini dress.

The air around us feels charged with electricity as we stand there, our breaths mingling in the warm night air. Paige's touch sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself lost in the moment, forgetting everything else except her and the connection between us.

"Aniyah," Paige whispers, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of music and chatter from the party.

"Yeah?" I respond softly, my heart still racing from the intensity of our kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she admits, her blue eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation or regret.

“Same,” I smile, and we both laugh.

“This… this is not a good idea,” I sigh out.

“Probably,” she jokes. “But I really wanna kiss you again, so maybe let’s have this conversation in the morning,” Paige tilts her head back down to kiss me again.

I squeal, “Paige! Hold on, Jalen’s still here. So is literally everyone else.”

“C’monnn.. Jalen’s probably blacked out or cross-faded by now. Let’s just sneak past everybody…” She leans down, kissing up my neck.

“I… Paige..” I breathe out.

“Hm?”

“Seriously.. hold on two seconds. Just let me check on him.”

She rolls her eyes sassily, gripping my waist again, “Fine.”

I pull her hands off my waist, interlocking our fingers and dragging her with me back into the house full of drunken young adults. We continue to weave our way through the house finally getting to the room packed full of loud frat guys, including Jalen.

As Paige predicted, Jalen’s 6’3 self passed out on the couch surrounded by his friends in equal states.

“I fuckin’ told you dude,” Paige nudges me with her elbow.

“Shut up!” I laugh turning around and pushing her back slightly.

She grips my wrist, pulling me into her body. “Now can we…? You know..” she says smirking.

I burst out laughing, “Yes! Jesus, you—horndog.”

“The fuck is a horndog, bruh?” She replies chuckling.

“Girl I don’t know! And by the way, don’t call me ‘bruh’ when you’re trying to shove your fingers ins-“

Slapping a hand over my mouth, “Okay okay!”

We both laugh to ourselves as we stumble up the stairs with our mouths attached, bumping into walls and pictures along the way. Finally reaching my room and falling through the doorway.

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #women’s basketball #wlw smut #paige bueckers #jalen suggs #black reader #oc #kehlani #kiana lede

[kirby0strombolli]

R U Mine?

matt sturniolo x reader

Summary: After a heated argument, Matt is determined to win back what's his.

Warnings: cursing, kissing, smut.

A/n: Based on R U mine? by Arctic Monkeys!

matt's pov

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me.

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

I don't want to be here.

As I trudged through my shift at the coffee place, every moment felt like an eternity, and I was already having a pretty shit day so far.

I'd currently spilled hot tea on myself, was late to work, and pissed on by a dog.

And hungover from last night.

So, to say the least, today was a shit day.

And I was on edge. She wasn't replying to my texts. She was all that I could think about. I couldn't focus on anything today.

Glancing at the previous messages I'd sent her last night, which she'd read, I sigh, my mind in a thousand places.

y/n <3 me R U mine? 04:25 ✓✓

Carrying a heavy tray of coffee, I glance at the clock, willing time to move faster, to see the girl I'd loved for so long, but it seemed to mock me, ticking away at a snail's pace.

The dull hum of the espresso machine behind me grated on my nerves, and the chatter of customers grated on my ears.

Everything was fucking annoying me.

Before I even have the chance to turn back to my tray, I feel an elbow in my face. Caught off guard, I drop the tray, and the shattering sounds meet my ears first.

I squeeze my eyes shut, gritting my teeth together.

I don't yell. I don't even act. I don't turn to meet whoever it was who had just pushed me off the edge.

'I'm going crazy.' I tell myself, 'being away from her'.

I'm pulled back to reality when I hear disapproving chatter, and my eyes snap open, to be met with annoyed faces.

Clenching my jaw, I almost rip my apron off my body, slamming it on the nearest table before grabbing my stuff and storming out the coffee shop, the door slamming shut behind me.

As I stepped outside, not daring to look back, as if it were planned, thunder rumbled overhead, unleashing a torrent of rain.

Thunder rumbled ominously overhead, mirroring my turbulent mood.

Great. Just- great.

With a sarcastic quip muttered under my breath, I quickly made my way to my motorbike, rain pelting down on me mercilessly.

But as I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, I stop in my tracks.

Without looking, I knew who it was. Her.

With my head bowed against the rain, I pull my phone out, checking the notification.

I was correct.

As I read the message, my heart jumped to my throat.

y/n <3 me R U mine? 04:25 ✓✓ y/n <3 We need to talk. mine in 10. me make it 5. ✓✓

I sigh in relief, and, not wasting a moment, before revving the motorbike engine, throwing my helmet atop my head, and steadying myself with a deep breath.

I could feel my clothes clinging to my skin, soaked through, but I hardly noticed.

I was numb.

All I could think about was the message I'd just received from the girl I couldn't even live without.

I couldn't help myself.

Even under the influence of alcohol last night, she was the only thing I could think about.

About her being mine.

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

As Matt revved his motorcycle through the pouring rain, each drop felt like a palpable reminder of his urgency.

The rain pelted against his helmet, the sound mingling with the roar of the engine as he raced towards her house.

With each passing moment, his anticipation grew, the image of her lips haunting his thoughts.

The rhythm of the rain matched the pounding of his heart as he neared her apartment.

Each streetlight illuminated the path ahead, guiding him towards his destination.

In his mind, there was only one thing that mattered – for her to be his.

And as he approached her house, his pulse quickened with the promise of what awaited him beyond her door.

Without bothering to park the motorbike, I jump off, tearing my helmet off before making my way to her door.

I stop outside her door, staring at the white paint that coated it's frame.

The as if my thoughts spoke out loud, the door opened, revealing y/n.

Her eyes seemed to shine in the dull light of her apartment room, and the way she bit her lip left me feeling dizzy.

And the way her tiny shorts accentuated her curves...

As my eyes roam over her figure, I can feel hers on mine, too.

"What are you staring at, loser?" she teased, a playful smile gracing her lips.

My heart skips a beat, caught off guard by her words, and I look down nervously.

But as I feel her hands on my face, my anxiety disappears, replaced with desire as I look up, lips pursed about to reply.

She's a silver lining, climbin' on my desire

Before I could say anything else, she pulled me into a kiss, her hands buried in my soaked hair.

Pleasure surged through me as our lips met, the taste of rain and desire mingling in the air.

My hands roam eagerly over her body, pulling her closer to me as my hands rest on her waist.

As we pull apart, she winks with a sly smile and grabs my hand, electricity shooting through me.

Without a word, she backed into the room, drawing me with her like a magnet. I followed willingly, the intensity of her gaze pulling me closer.

Then, as soon as we were inside, our lips met once again, mine moving against her soft ones with urgency.

In the midst of our embrace, I kick the door closed behind us, the sound barely registering as we lost ourselves in each other.

I feel her smile against the kiss and we stumble backward together, willing to find the bed.

As we stumbled backward, we ended up on her unmade bed, our bodies entwined as we lay on our backs, staring up at the ceiling.

Our breaths slowed and I turned to her, scooting closer, my lips hovering above her collarbone.

I pressed my lips slowly, trailing down her neck, biting softly as I felt her tremble against me, yearning for more.

As I make my way back up to her lips, she gently pulls away, and smashes her lips against mine again.

This time the kiss was needy, full of light moans as I prod my tongue at her lower lip before slipping into her mouth, fighting for dominance.

I detach my lips from hers, panting for breath, watching her swiftly unbutton her shirt, pulling it over her head.

''Well, that was quick.'' I smirk and she hits my arm playfully.

I admire her semi-exposed breasts, peaking over the top of her bra, I feel myself get even harder than I was when she opened the door.

I groan as she palms me through my black sweats, my erection clear.

"Fuck." I bite the inside of my cheek as I look down at her, her hair dishevelled, her cheeks flushed, the red marks on her neck stating she was mine.

She still looked beautiful.

But I needed to know one thing.

"Before I do this, I need to know one thing." I lick my lips, awaiting a response.

"I'm ready, Matt." She looks up at me through my eyelashes, her hands reaching for my belt.

I shake my head, the question floating in my head.

She cocks her head, confused.

I brush away a strand of her hair, my nerves kicking in.

"Well, are you mine?" I bite my cheek hard, prepared for the worst.

She looks up in realisation, and with a smirk she replies;

''Fuck yeah.''

"Say it." I demand, pounding into her from behind, the room full of breathy moans and the squelching of my length inside her perfect cunt.

She says something inaudible into the pillow, letting out short whimpers after I grip her hair and lift her head from the pillow.

"Want to hear your pretty noises, yeah? Now say it." I grip her hips harshly and pound impossibly deeper into her, hitting that sweet spot several times as she yells my name.

"Fuck, matt...I'm yours." She whined, bucking her hips up to mine, her knuckles turning white from grasping the sheets.

"Good girl." I grunt, "Gonna come..." I'm barely finished as I feel her release around me, her cunt squeezing around my cock as I release my load into her.

I ride out our highs, with my head thrown back in ecstasy, hips snapping against hers, never wanting to stop as I hear her cries from under me, fuelling me to go on.

Eventually, my pace slows, and I slowly pull out, patting her ass, as I sit up, pulling my boxers back on.

I lean back against the frame of the bed, my arm resting on her hip.

When she doesn't move, I gently climb over her, and lay next to her, looking up at the ceiling.

"You good?" I ask, peering over at her, concerned.

"That was the best sex i've ever had." She slowly turns around to face me, her voice hoarse.

"mhm?" I smile, running my tongue over my teeth with a slow, deliberate motion, the gesture seemingly innocent yet undeniably seductive.

My eyes locked with hers, holding her captive in the intensity of my gaze, as if silently conveying my unspoken desires.

God she looked so good right now.

She nods, a small smile plastered on her face.

I grin, momentarily placing a kiss on her cheek before jumping up to the bathroom.

"All you and that pretty little cunt." I smirk, grabbing a towel and wetting it.

Before making my way back to her, I turn the water on, and grab some towels.

When I return back to her, she's barely sitting up, her lips red, hickeys along her neck, hair a mess.

She still looked like an angel.

"Hey, beautiful." I kneel on the floor, gently prizing open her legs, settling the towel above her cum-covered pussy.

"Who said I wanted to stop?" I look up at her; She has a smirk on her face as she moves the towel aside, caressing my face.

"I want your face in between my thighs so bad," She whispers, and I feel my just soft dick get hard again in the matter of seconds.

I swallow hard, gripping her thighs,"Yeah, ma?" She nods, biting her lip and I lower my face down, not breaking eye contact, working my way up to her cunt, peppering kisses down her thighs, biting harshly as she lets out gasps and soft moans, enough to make me come in my pants, there and then.

When I finally reached my destination, I paused, taking a moment to admire the sight before me. Her thighs were spread wide, her pussy glistening.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I spread her folds apart, not being able to resist the urge to bury my face between her thighs, to explore every inch of her with my tongue.

I traced slow circles around her clit, relishing in the way she squirmed beneath me, her hands clutching at the sheets as she begged for more.

I don't need to look up to tell she's enjoying this as she begins to grasp my hair, pulling on the strands lightly, making me groan, the vibrations from my voice making her even more wet.

I lick a stripe up her wet cunt, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at how good she tasted.

"taste so good, ma."

I can hear her hitched breaths and quiet whimpers, each sound of hers edging me to go faster. I begin to swirl my tongue over wet pussy, my nose brushing over her clit.

"don't stop, matt" she whines, bucking her hips up onto my face.

I plunge my tongue into her cunt, dripping with her slick arousal, and thrust it aggressively into her, my head buried deep between her legs.

Her broken moans and sobs go straight to my throbbing erection, not helping me as I swirl my tongue in and out of her, the lewd sounds enough to push me over the edge.

Her hands find their way to my hair again, and this time she pulls my brown locks hard, the pain subsiding into pleasure, and as I hum against her clit, she presses the back of my head impossibly closer to her throbbing pussy.

"Fuck, Matt- I'm close..." She gasps, in between pauses.

I mumble something inaudible in between her thighs, flicking my tongue over her clit at an ungodly pace.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna-" she whimpered, her voice strained with the intensity of her impending release.

But before she finished her sentence, I felt her squirt on my face, and her body arched against my face as I continued to plunge my tongue impossibly deeper into her, helping her riding out the waves of her orgasm.

Slowly, my pace stops, and I reach up to kiss her, savoring the taste of her arousal on my lips. As we pull away, I lick my lips, holding eye contact.

"So, how are you?" I ask, my eyes scanning her body.

"Good," She giggles against my chest, her cheeks flustered. I straddle her, pressing a kiss to her nose as she squirms underneath me.

I look down at my pants then back up at her.

"You really do know how to make me come."

#matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #music #r u mine #spotify #sturniolo smut #fluff #smut #x reader #female reader #tumblr fyp #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #smutty fanfiction #oneshot #angst with a happy ending #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo

[rightshoeonleftfoot]

From Afar

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x afab! reader

Summary: You had a bad day and you're head over heels for a Lieutenant that's not even yours. He never even seems to look at you, let alone speak to you. Little do you know, he's been watching you.

Warnings: Stalking (innocent stalking hehe), mutual pining, possessive! Simon Riley, power imbalance.

Words: 1.7k

Part 1 - Part 2

This is not proofread so I'm sorry for any mistakes!! Constructive criticism is 100% welcome :)

I wanna make this a series eventually so let me know if you're interested! I wrote this at work lol

Average. That's what you were. An average soldier. You weren't even a bad soldier, you just weren't outstanding. You simply didn't stand out even though you desperately wanted to. You wanted to stand out to him. To the one man you'd been longing for ever since you saw him walk past you in the hallway when you were on your way to training.

A tall, broad man whose gaze would scare anyone away. He seemed cold, distant, someone you could never get along with. A man with many secrets, someone who wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice his life for his Taskforce. Lieutenant Riley. He never formally introduced himself but you'd heard. You'd heard all the rumours and chatter that surrounded him and you almost felt guilty.

He'd lead training every once in a while, when your superiors were away on important missions. You'd always do your damn best during those times, you wanted his attention, you wanted his praise. Yet, he'd never even so much as glance at you. It left you empty, disappointed and jealous. Jealous of your superior, Sergeant Davidson who'd openly flirt with him in front of everyone, especially in front of you. It's like she had something against you specifically, she'd often make you drop and give her 20 if you did anything that displeased her.

Today had been a shitty day. You'd slept through your alarm and ended up late to an early training session. Your Sergeant made an example out of you, making you run laps and do extra push ups. You were tired and hungry as you'd also missed breakfast, your stomach growling loudly as you were exercising. She had no pity, it was your fault after all. "You shouldn't have been late." She told you. "Don't fuck with the rules." She berated you as you held a plank. She had her foot on your back, occasionally adding weight on you to make you shake and give in to the weight she'd put on you. It was a humiliating morning to say the least, yet your day somehow got worse.

He hated the way she treated you. He hated the way your Sergeant got a power trip every time you did the smallest thing wrong. He wanted to rip her off you, tell her off for treating a Private like an animal. He wasn't supposed to feel anything for you. Hell, he had never even spoken to you once. He would just chalk it up to him being tired and not sleeping through the night. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from looking at you.

At lunch, you were starving and the mess hall was full. Not having eaten since 8 am and you were in desperate need for food. You'd finally picked up your tray and the food looked mediocre at best but you were too hungry to care. You were looking for a place to sit but the mess hall was packed. You skillfully navigated through the crowd of famished soldiers until you found a place. You quickly walked over to it, but it seemed someone had had the same idea as you. In a loud crash, your food fell to the floor, face first because of course it did. Your stomach growled once more as you looked down at the splattered food on the floor. The soldier who had bumped into you quickly apologized, his food untouched apart from the splatter of sauce that had ended on your uniform. Instead of helping you, he bolted off to eat. As you cleaned up your food, you knew your lunch would consist of nothing but vending machine snacks.

He watched. He saw you get bumped into by the careless little soldier. He saw you mutter and swear as you looked down at your food on the floor, completely defeated. "Fuck me, fuck this stupid fucking day." You'd mutter. He saw the way you quietly stared down at your food before picking up the dirty dishes and cleaning up the mess you'd made. He saw the way the soldier left you to your own devices and wanted so badly to berate him for not helping you. But he couldn't. So he watched.

You had a bit of free time after eating your snacks so you went to get changed and take the shower you didn't have time to take. You picked up your clean uniform and headed off to the communal showers, getting ready to wash off the food and sweat off you from this morning. You stripped and eagerly got in the shower. A sudden gasp came out of you. The water was cold. Very fucking cold. It wouldn't warm up even as you waited, your hand in the water. So you took a quick, cold shower.

The shower had left you tense and unsatisfied. A fitting continuation for your awful day. Next came hand to hand combat training. This was led by Ghost, so it lifted your spirits up a little. You walked into the gym early, not wanting to repeat this morning's mistake. Ghost was already there and you saluted him. In what felt like the first time since you'd met, he spared a glance at you. His gaze was cold, his brown eyes felt like they were staring in your soul. It seemed like he was studying you as the glance turned into more of a look, his eyes wandering ever so slightly to your face before he spoke.

"At ease." His voice was deep, deeper than you'd remembered. You felt happy. He had addressed you. It was almost cathartic, hearing him speak directly to you. You almost wantwd him to say more but to your disappointment, he looked away from you and resumed his conversation with your Sergeant. She was laughing and smiling, clearly flirting with him but he wasn't paying her any mind. You found yourself a partner and surprisingly enough, training went without much of a hitch. Both Ghost and Sergeant Davidson were watching over and your Sergeant was being much nicer with Ghost watching over her shoulder.

That was until the Sergeant used you as an example. Ghost looked at her disapprovingly but you didn't notice. She'd tell you to defend yourself but every time would take you down with ease. It left you humiliated and defeated. She finally got off you, clearly proud of herself for whatever reason. Your sparring partner helped you up and muttered something. "That fuckin' bitch." You were happy someone was on your side yet you felt disappointed. Ghost had just stood there, watching. He didn't do anything.

He saw, his mind in turmoil. On one hand, he could stop your Sergeant from taking you down more and cut the training short. On the other hand, he could let her keep going. She was showing a good technique but she wouldn't even give you the chance to try it on her. So he just stood there, conflicted. He wasn't doing anything.

You left training as soon as you could. You were beyond pissed and annoyed at today. You rushed to the mess hall to eat something and for once, everything was going well. You were approached by a soldier. A poor little soldier who was just as oblivious of Ghost as you were. He flirted with you and made you laugh. It was the first time today you'd felt truly at ease. He was making you laugh and over all, the conversation was just nice. You ended up shutting the conversation down early but sharing your contact information with him, a new friend couldn't hurt after all.

Your laugh. Your fucking laugh. Music to Ghost's ears. Music he never even thought he'd like, a soft melody that soothed whatever emotion he was feeling at the time. But that laugh wasn't for him. It was for this other private, this bastard, who dared to approach you while you were eating. He continued watching as you gave the man your contact information and he seethed. He didn't want to be jealous, but he was. He watched you leave to go to the shooting range for your nightly routine and as soon as you were out of sight, he walked to the soldier. The soldier froze when he saw Ghost. Ghost put his hand out, gesturing for the soldier to hand over what you'd given him. The soldier obliged and handed him the paper and Ghost proceeded to chew him out. He was ashamed of what he was doing and couldn't believe he felt the need to chew out an irrelevant soldier for hitting on you. He'd let his jealousy get the better of him.

The range was empty at this hour. Well, not fully but enough for the gun shots to be few and far between, startling you every time one went off. Going to the range after dinner was a part of your routine. There was a sort of pleasure in shooting targets to let loose of your emotions, it was therapeutic. The recoil of the gun as it went off in your hands, whether it was a p226 or an M4A4. You'd shoot for a while, never really looked at the time. But you'd often shoot until you felt the recoil of the gun in your hand without shooting, a familiar feeling.

Then came the cleaning. Cleaning your guns was your favourite part. It was slow and required patience, something you enjoyed. You'd take apart your guns with great care, feeling every nook and cranny as you did so. You'd clean them, taking the time to remove the dirt and grease which had lodged itself in all the cracks and crevices of the pistol. You liked it when they looked brand new. You'd connect your headphones to your phone and would listen to music, wanting to relax and take the edge off as you did a task most thought was tedious. Putting the guns back together was like a puzzle. A puzzle you'd done so much you could do it with your eyes closed. The way everything fit together perfectly, the way each piece clicked together with a soft, metallic sound. It was like a lullaby, soothing you to sleep. A welcome sound as it meant you'd go to bed soon.

Your ritual was over and you felt weary, your eyes closing on their own. With that, your day ended. In your shitty little barrack bed, still oblivious to your shadow. You fell asleep weirdly content with the day you had. Your alarm was set and you were confident you'd be ready for whatever awaited you tomorrow.

The range was big. Lots of places to hide, lots of places to watch. He followed you, his footsteps quiet, completely unheard by you. He enjoyed watching you shoot. It had become his routine as well. He'd watch you, correct your stance in his head without ever approaching you, then he'd watch you clean your guns. It calmed him. It soothed his mind and made him strangely happy to see someone who took such great care in cleaning their guns. He always wondered what you listened to. What had your foot tapping the beat, what had you softly smile when you cranked up the volume. He'd figure it out one day, just not tonight.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #ghost #ghost smut #fanfic #call of duty fanfic #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #simon riley x you

[helloalycia]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

two / masterlist / wattpad

summary: when you break your arm in the plane crash, Jackie seems to be helping you out more than usual and you're left wondering why.

warning/s: mentions of a plane crash, amputation, broken bones.. the usual warnings that come with Yellowjackets lol.

author's note: this has been ready for a while now, as have a few other things whilst i work on some old requests. sorry for the delay with everything - i’ve been very busy, but i hope you like this two part jackie imagine :)

I could hear screaming and shouting, there was smoke everywhere and, despite my confusion, I knew I needed to get out of here before the smoke suffocated me.

Clipping off my seatbelt, I scrambled out of the aisle and briefly looked around, unable to make sense of anything, and then my head was spinning and I couldn't stay here any longer. Fresh air. I needed to breathe and then I could work out what was what.

Following the sound of screaming seemed counterproductive, but that was the way out, so I dragged my body – which felt like it had been thrown around in a blender – out the back of the plane and to... the middle of the forest?

The team. Some of them were running around, doing all sorts I couldn't seem to focus on, whilst others were bent over, catching their breath, appearing dazed and confused like me. I didn't get long to think about how I'd ended up here when, suddenly, someone shoved into me from behind and I fell forward, landing right on my outstretched arm.

A scream escaped my lips at the pain that struck, it breaking through the fog of confusion. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears pricking them instinctively, and tried to breathe through the pain. Pushing myself up with my other hand, I grimaced at the slight movement of my left arm, which had to be broken considering I couldn't do anything with it.

It wasn't until after all the chaos, after everybody had stopped screaming and vomiting and crying, that the realisation that our plane had crashed hit us. And by then, I was too preoccupied with my broken arm. Imagine coming out of a plane crash unscathed, only to get pushed down and left with a broken arm. Very stupid, indeed.

Surprisingly, Misty was the only one who could work under pressure, barely fazed by everything happening and instead tending to everyone's injuries as quickly as she could. Upon realising I'd broken my arm, she immediately made me her best attempt at a splint using some sticks and an old ripped shirt, as well as helping me into a makeshift sling using the same ripped shirt. Given the circumstances, it was as good as a cast, but she didn't know the extent of the damage and I couldn't do anything more.

The first two days were a struggle, mainly because nobody knew what to do nor where to go. That was when the horrible acceptance of losing several members of our team, including one of our coaches, hit everyone hard. We all pitched in to bury them, though I wasn't able to do much with my arm, and held a funeral for them.

After the funeral ended, everybody stuck together in the vicinity of the crash. A few lingered away, probably trying to figure out where the hell we were, but I just wanted a sense of familiarity and stayed to open my suitcase which I'd luckily found. Unfortunately for me, the zipper required two hands, and only one of mine seemed to be available right now.

"Hey."

I sighed, looking up to see Jackie Taylor, the soccer team captain, standing there with her arms hugging herself. I hadn't spoken to her properly since before we set off, she'd mostly just stuck with Shauna, her best friend.

"Hey," I greeted, unsure what she wanted.

She nodded to my terrible sling. "How's your arm?"

"Very painful," I admitted, "but coach literally lost his leg, so I can't complain."

She frowned at my words, but it wasn't exactly an exaggeration. Misty had quite literally chopped Coach Scott's leg off when he got it trapped under the wing of the plane, and it wasn't an easy thing to deal with physically or mentally. A broken arm was nothing compared to an amputation.

"How are you?" I asked. She didn't look hurt, just tired and scared like the rest of us.

She shrugged helplessly, and I didn't need any elaboration. I nodded, acknowledging her, and then she said, "Do you need help with whatever you're doing?"

I looked down, remembering the dumb suitcase I couldn't open. "That would be great actually, yes. Can you hold it whilst I unzip it?"

She nodded and kneeled down, acting as my other hand whilst I unzipped my suitcase. It was a relief to finally open it, seeing everything was as I'd left it before we boarded the plane. That felt like a lifetime ago now.

"If you need help with anything else, just ask," Jackie said, making me look up to see her watching me.

Grateful, I offered her a small smile. "Thanks, Jackie."

She returned the smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. She'd been the first to offer her help in the first place, since everyone was preoccupied by their own trauma, so I appreciated it. Truthfully, the last person I expected to offer help was Jackie, since she usually thought of herself first.

"You should get some medication off Misty," she added. "It'll help with the pain."

I swallowed hard, smile fading. "Right. Thanks."

She nodded and left, glancing at me once more as she did. I didn't really question it as I looked back at my suitcase, distracting myself from the pain.

Later that day, Misty found me instead, immediately pouring out the medication she'd collated from everyone's suitcases in front of me.

"Misty, what are you–?"

"I've got some pills for you," she said nonchalantly.

"Oh, my arm doesn't hurt that much," I lied. "Coach needs–"

"There's enough for Ben, silly," she said with a laugh, making me quirk a brow. "Besides, it's not for your pain, though it will help with that, it's for the inflammation. Without surgery, that's gonna take a while to heal and anything we have can help."

I sighed, nodding. "Alright. Thanks."

"I'll give you them every dose," she said, before holding out two pills. "Here you go."

I silently accepted them, knowing they'd help but feeling bad that I'd be taking them when Coach Scott needed them more.

—

Finding the lake and the cabin was a lifesaver, literally. We needed water and somewhere to sleep that wasn't so out in the open, and I was already struggling to sleep as it was so at least being inside made it a little easier.

Oddly enough, over the next few days since moving into the cabin, I'd noticed Jackie staring at me. If I ever caught her eye, she'd look the other way or flash me a smile before awkwardly doing something else. I wasn't sure what was up, and it only became more questionable when she'd help me out if I needed it.

There was one time when I was trying to pull my shoes on, but struggling to tie the laces with my one good arm.

"Here, I got it," she said, coming out of nowhere to lean down in front of me and take over.

I watched her with curiosity, letting her tie my laces. She must've caught me staring as she looked up, eyes bright as they met mine.

"What?" she asked, standing back up.

I shook my head. "Nothing... thanks."

She nodded, smiling a little before leaving me be. And that wasn't it. Other times I'd be trying to carry something and she'd take it from me without a word, or I'd be pulling on a shirt and she'd quite literally help me into it. It was odd, because she'd never paid me any mind before, and wasn't very helpful to others. The other girls aided me when they occasionally saw me struggling, but not as much as Jackie.

Another time, I was struggling to sleep in my makeshift bed on the floor of the cabin. Everybody had fallen asleep hours ago, but my movement was restricted because of my arm and the shuffling I was doing was only bothering me more.

"You move a lot," a voice said in the firelight, startling me.

I looked over the room, past my sleeping team members, and saw it was Jackie laying on her side next to Shauna but facing me.

"Sorry," I mumbled guiltily. "Did I wake you?"

She shrugged, not answering my question, before saying, "Try elevating your arm."

"What?"

"That's why you can't sleep, right?" she asked.

I blinked, surprised she'd even noticed. "Yeah."

She sat up slowly, stretching, before crossing the room to grab what looked like a jacket. My eyes followed her as she moved, then she rolled it up before kneeling down beside me and placing it underneath my bad arm. I winced as she did so carefully, glancing at me apologetically, but then I relaxed my arm on top of the jacket and breathed out slowly.

"Is that better?" she asked quietly. "Won't be touching the ground now."

I nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, Jackie."

"No problem," she said, before returning to her bed. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I replied, very tired and very confused.

That was when I knew I needed to ask her why she was being so considerate, so out of character, at least to me anyway. The next morning, after I'd done the one thing I could do with my arm which was collecting water from the lake when we needed it, I was bringing it to Akilah who was boiling it over the fire. Unfortunately, I tripped over a stone on the way, almost dropping the bucket. Jackie came out of nowhere, taking it from my hand and leaving it with Akilah before returning to me.

"You okay?" she asked with a raised brow, hand wavering over my arm.

I tilted my head curiously. "I– yeah. I just..."

She smiled with confusion, shaking her head. "What is it?"

I stared at her like she'd grown a second head. "Why do you keep helping me? Checking on me?"

She scoffed playfully, looking away before saying, "I'm still your captain. Gotta make sure the team's okay, right?"

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, but I didn't have anything else to believe, so I gave in with a nod. "Yeah..."

"Take it easy," she said, eyes flickering to my arm before she left me.

—

Since we'd been stranded here, I'd only rinsed off in the lake once. That was a week ago when we found it, but I knew I needed to bathe properly and, after taking my shower gel, shampoo and conditioner, I headed for the lake. Washing my body was a struggle because of my arm, which had swollen so much to the point that even accidentally grazing my body with it sent a shot of pain in me.

I managed to wash my body the best I could, getting my tee-shirt sling wet but unable to do much else, then struggled to wash my hair. It was stupid, the fact that I couldn't even open a bottle of shampoo with one hand and squeeze it out. So much that I got overwhelmed with how useless I'd been feeling lately and threw it behind me onto the shore. Sulking, I stayed sitting in the water, submerged up to my legs in my bra and underwear.

I missed home. I missed my mum and my dad and my sister. I missed playing soccer. I even missed school. But most importantly, I missed having two working arms and not constantly being in pain. The longer we stayed out here, the more we established a routine, the less likely it felt we would be rescued. It was all piling on top of me, my uselessness being the cherry on top.

Staring out into the horizon, I frowned. Ten more minutes must have passed with me giving up on washing my hair when I heard footsteps not far behind me. I didn't bother turning around, but then whoever it was called me.

"Hey!"

Sighing deeply, I glanced over my shoulder, so fed up with everything that even my usual surprise at Jackie's presence didn't affect me.

"You not coming out?" she asked, stood at the edge of the water, hands on her hips.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and ignored her, looking forward again. Maybe she'd get the hint and leave me alone. Of course, she didn't.

"What's wrong?" she asked, and I pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging them.

"Nothing," I said, voice muffled.

I heard her sigh from behind me before her footsteps approached me, her feet splashing in the water.

"I'm bathing," I told her knowingly. "A little privacy would be nice."

She snorted with amusement before I heard her shuffling. Confused, I turned around and saw her pulling off her shorts before throwing them onto the rocky shore with her slippers, leaving her in her underwear and tee shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked, puzzled.

She ignored me, instead grabbing the shampoo bottle I'd thrown back. Glancing at it and to me, she quirked a brow sarcastically. "This yours?"

I rolled my eyes and faced forward again, not bothering to acknowledge her presence as she seemed to be approaching me again. Only when she stood in front of me, blocking my view, and kneeled down to look at me was I forced to meet her gaze.

"D'you need help?" she asked softly, considerately.

Embarrassed, I looked down to my knees. Was it that obvious that I was struggling? Why was she the only one to check on me? The only one to notice? Why did she even care?

"Will you let me help you?" she asked when I didn't speak, and I finally looked up.

"Why?" I asked helplessly. "What's the point?"

She sat down cross-legged, unbothered by the water that was lapping against the bottom of her shirt. "For one, the smell in the cabin would go down significantly."

Realising she was joking, humour sparkling in her earth-coloured eyes, I scoffed and looked the other way. She began to laugh before patting my knee.

"Come on," she pleaded, laughter fading into a hopeful smile. "Please."

I didn't want anybody's help, especially not hers. But I needed it, and if she was being so kind as to come out here just to make sure I was okay, maybe it wasn't all so bad.

With a reluctant nod, I let her wash my hair for me, glad I wouldn't have to cause an ache in my other arm trying to do it. It was quiet as she did it, other than when she instructed me to dip my head in the water to wash out the shampoo and conditioner. Her fingers were delicate when she worked, massaging my head and putting me at ease instantly. I was still surprised at her aid, considering she'd always been preoccupied by herself or Shauna.

After I was done, she moved back in front of me, about to speak, but then her eyes caught sight of my swollen arm in my cast and widened.

"Woah, that looks painful," she noticed.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically.

"Are you taking the medicine Misty is giving you?" she asked with concern.

I tried not to hesitate as I nodded, lying. Truthfully, I hadn't been taking the medicine since a few days ago, as I knew Coach Scott's leg was at risk of infection if he didn't have enough. Besides, I'd taken some and the swelling had been going down. This was a bad day is all. Kind of.

"Okay, well...," she started, eyes lingering on my arm with an unreadable expression, before she stood up and held out her hand. "You're done. Come on."

I accepted her hand and she led me back to the shore, kindly helping me back into my clothes. After pulling her shorts and shoes on, I instantly hugged her with my good arm, certainly surprising her.

"Thanks, Jackie," I said sincerely, pulling back and seeing her raised eyebrows. "You don't know how good you're being."

She smiled, preoccupied. "Don't. I'm just helping."

I begged to differ, but she wasn't in the mood to hear it and I wasn't going to fight her on it. Instead, I just offered her a small smile before we both headed back to the cabin together.

Later that day, I was sat in the woods for some alone time, perched on a log and reading my book, when suddenly something was thrown right at me, startling me.

"What the hell?!" Jackie shouted, and I looked up to see she'd found me and was furious.

Confused, I looked to see what she'd thrown at me, only to realise it was the medication I hadn't been taking. Oh, no.

"You aren't taking it!" she shouted with exasperation.

I looked up to her, still baffled. "How did you even–”

"I'm not stupid," she snapped, before taking a deep breath to contain herself.

"It doesn't matter," I said calmly. "Coach needs them more. He's literally lost his leg and–"

"Why do you keep belittling your injury?!" she asked in a broken voice. "Nobody needs a hero, Y/N, just take the damn meds!"

The patronising tone she was using was it for me, and I suddenly stood up, unable to let her make me feel bad anymore.

"Why the hell do you even care, Jackie?" I retorted.

Taken aback, she raised her eyebrows before crossing her arms and avoiding my eyes. "I'm the cap–"

"Nobody gives a shit about that anymore!" I cut her off, before glaring at her. "You never paid me any mind before, so what gives now, huh? Did Jackie fucking Taylor suddenly grow a heart?"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Seriously, why the hell do you care all of a sudden?" I continued. "Why do you–?"

"Because it's my damn fault!" she said, and my anger was momentarily replaced by further confusion. She continued to ramble, "I didn't mean to, but the plane was on fire and Shauna was going to get hurt and I just rushed out of there without thinking and I didn't mean to push you and then you broke your arm and I feel guilty, okay?!"

Furrowing my brows, I studied her as she took a deep breath. Though she was stressed by her admission of guilt, I was oddly calm.

"That was just an accident," I said, unsure why it mattered to her so much. "If that's why you've been helping me, why you've been keeping an eye on me... you can stop. I'm not dying."

"Yeah, now," she said knowingly, guilt-laden eyes meeting mine, "but when a fucking bear comes out of nowhere and tries to eat you, what are you gonna do with one arm?"

It took me a second to realise she was dead serious, and I tried very hard not to smile.

"If a bear tried to eat me and I had my arm, I'd still get eaten," I said matter-of-factly. "You think I can take on a bear?"

She groaned with discontent. "You don't get it!"

I covered my mouth, struggling not to smile in front of her and piss her off more. She only fixed me with a classic Jackie glare.

"Just take the fucking meds," she said threateningly, in a way that was reminiscent of a cute dog barking, before storming off.

Admittedly, I had to pause and think about what the hell just happened, still a little lost. All this time, she'd been helping me out of guilt? She blamed herself for my broken arm? It was an accident and she couldn't have known what would happen. Tensions were high, it was chaos! I couldn't blame her even if I tried. It was almost laughable how she'd reacted, though at least it explained her sudden interest in my welfare.

When I returned to the cabin after her outburst, she glanced at me once but didn't bother speaking to me. And when I thought it would be a temporary thing, she began to ignore me over the next few days, actively avoiding me. If it weren't to share the cabin to sleep, she'd either completely leave the space I was in or go as far away from me as she possibly could. Could've been guilt, anger or embarrassment, I wasn't sure, but I knew it was extremely childish.

I was filling up a bottle of water from our basin when she rounded the corner and saw me, clearly wanting to do the same judging from her own bottle in hand. One glance my way and she was ready to leave, but I decided to make the first move after a week of not speaking.

"I'm not gonna bite," I pointed out.

She clenched her jaw with indifference. "I know."

A smile ghosted my lips as I focused on filling my bottle, and she surprisingly approached the basin and did the same. It was silent, the sound of our movement filling the air, but she was still tense beside me. It felt all wrong, especially after how supportive she'd been since we got here.

"I'm taking my medicine by the way," I said casually, but I wanted her to know that she hadn't wasted her breath. I'd listened.

"That's good," she spoke after a moment, trying not to sound too bothered.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to, but then this angry soccer player who was crushing under the immense guilt from foreshadowing my improbable yet supposedly imminent death by bear made me feel bad," I continued calmly.

She paused her action, glancing at me with a look of disbelief, and I couldn't hold in my laughter any longer. Her expression was priceless.

"Asshole," she muttered, but she was clearly trying not to smile.

I capped my bottle before saying, "This is awkward. Stop avoiding me, please. I don't hate you or anything. And you don't need to keep checking on me out of guilt. We can just... go back to normal, whatever that was."

She gave me a disapproving glance. "It wasn't just out of guilt."

I raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"Believe it or not, Y/N, I do care about you," she said, surprising me. And then she added quickly, "I care about everyone here."

Heart warming at her words, I began to feel bad for what I'd said to her when we argued. "Thanks," I said quietly. "And I'm sorry for what I said, about you suddenly growing a heart. Wasn't nice at all. Or true."

She shrugged awkwardly, looking down. "It's okay. I've been a bit selfish lately. I know the girls say it. Even Shauna thinks it.”

I looked over at her, noticing the conflicted expression she wore. Underneath her confident, cool girl demeanour was just a normal teenager like everyone else, and right now, she looked more and more like that.

"Not always," I reminded her, hoping she knew that I was still grateful for what she'd done for me since the crash, guilt or no guilt.

She exhaled softly, an appreciative smile on her lips, and I was beginning to question if breaking my arm was worth giving me a reason to get to know Jackie Taylor in a different way.

—

When there wasn't the threat of survival creeping up on us, or the fear of being stranded away from our lives back home forever, there was complete and utter boredom. There was only so many times you could play the same card games or read the same books without wanting to smack your head against a wall.

I realised soon enough that I missed playing soccer and one  day when I was having a wander near the cabin, I began to subconsciously kick around an acorn. That was where acorn soccer began. Now, whenever I was fed up doing the same thing all the time, I'd go into a little clearing near the cabin and start kicking around an acorn to have a sense of normalcy.

This time, as I was dribbling the acorn around some sticks, I heard someone approaching and glanced up to see it was Jackie.

"What are you doing?" she asked with both amusement and curiosity.

"Playing soccer," I said like it was obvious, before kicking the acorn in the air towards her. Instinctively, she caught it with her foot, stabilising it and letting it hit the ground gently. I cracked a smile, saying, "Someone's not lost their touch."

She rolled her eyes, a smile threatening to break out on her lips. "So this is where you disappear to?"

I quirked a brow. "Why? You keeping tabs?"

"You wish you were that interesting," she retorted, kicking around the acorn.

"Interesting enough for you to track down, clearly," I teased.

She glanced at me with a glint of humour in her eyes. "Maybe I just needed to make sure the bear didn't get you."

I grinned. "Aw, you do care! Nice to know you have my back."

At this, she finally let out a laugh, teeth showing and eyes sparkling and in such a way that I couldn't help but admire how pretty she looked right now.

"Okay, where's the goal?" she asked after a moment, pausing from kicking around the acorn.

"What?"

She gave me a look. "I'm bored too, now c'mon."

I chuckled and began to explain to her the unimpressive yet fulfilling setup I had, which consisted of me kicking the acorn between two trees as a 'net'. Once she was caught up, we found a bigger acorn together and began to play.

It was almost like we were back at soccer practice, playing and having fun and not having to worry about any impending doom. I'd forgotten how good it could feel to just be, and I'd especially forgotten how good Jackie was at soccer, making for the perfect opponent.

She scored for the third time and raised her hands in the air as she cheered for herself. "Hell yeah!"

"You see, this is why we got to nationals," I reminded her, making her laugh.

"God, I forgot how fun soccer was," she said with a sigh. "Clever idea with the acorn."

I shrugged. "Boredom struck. Creativity thrived."

She snickered, hands on her hips, before nodding at my arm. "Should you even be playing with your arm like that?"

I quirked a brow. "What you gonna do? Rat me out to Misty?"

She snorted with amusement. "She's too busy with Coach Scott to care."

I tried not to laugh, knowing Misty had been enjoying herself a little too much with looking after Coach Scott and his leg. It was clear she liked him, and though he was aware of how inappropriate it was, he had no choice but to accept her help. Yeah, the last thing on Misty's mind was if I was playing acorn soccer or not.

"Okay, you ready for the next one?" Jackie asked, already kicking the acorn into the centre to start again. "I might just take it easy on you this time. Y'know, because you're at a disadvantage."

I glared at her playfully, ignoring the way her cocky grin made me feel. "Game on, Taylor."

—

Since that point, I'd found myself looking out for Jackie a little more than usual. I guess you could say she'd piqued my interest more than she ever had. Back home, she was my team captain and that was it. We never really hung out outside of practice or soccer parties because our circles never crossed over. Now though, with her looking out for me and hanging out with me more, I was beginning to develop a little crush on her.

I would've been insane not to. She was funny, flirty, smart and she always knew what she wanted. And it was probably silly of me to crush on the one girl I could never get, but it certainly made my current situation a bit more manageable. Nothing like a teenage crush to get your mind off reality.

I liked to think I was subtle with it, the whole checking out Jackie every now and then. It was only when she was a fair distance away and there was no chance she would spot me. But one morning, as I was helping Akilah boil some more water from the lake, I spotted Jackie walking out of the cabin with Shauna. It was nothing different, but for some reason, she just looked extra stunning this morning. I wasn't sure what it was – possibly my own delusion – but I couldn't stop stealing looks at her.

And then she glanced my way, catching my eye, and before I could even react, embarrassed I'd been caught out, a knowing smile appeared on her lips and she winked playfully before paying her attention back to Shauna. I swallowed, flustered, and didn't look at her again for the rest of the day. Stupid crush.

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Trespassing (2)

Chapter Summary: Y/n is confronted by someone who thinks she shouldn't be here, will someone step in and help her? Is her Dog hybrid friend here? What will happen when she finds him and much more in the alleys?

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Violence, Homelessness, Dirty clothes? Slight Interrogation, Passing out, Unconscious Reader, Implied Starving. Let me know if I missed any!

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Whipping myself around so I was facing this so-called wall, that had once comforted me in this scary alley, now making my heartbeat spike and the panic come back only this time much worse. A broad chest covered by a ripped and stained top filled my view, I could feel the hard breath and hot air hitting my forehead, slowly I brought myself to cautiously look up.

My eyes immediately meeting those that belonged to the person whose sheer aura was making me cower in fear and make my knees buckle in.

Deep endless brown eyes stared into my own, anger, disgust, annoyance filled his eyes whilst mine held the fear and weakness that I felt. A low growl escaped from his lips, I tried to step back and get away from him, but he grabbed hold of me pulling me closer to him before turning around and shoving me away. Now my back faced the entrance to this place. I screeched at the sudden movement before catching my balance and looking up at the man who just so effortlessly tossed me away.

He had dark hair and a pair a wolf ears adorned his head, glancing down I noticed his large tail swaying back and forth behind his legs rapidly.

He took a step towards me, scared I threw my hand out to keep him away, a smirk appeared on his lips seemingly amused by my attempt. Another growl ripped through the air, I looked over to where it came from to see a man with dark brown hair and soulless eyes emerging from the tilted mattress.

As he stood to his full height he towered over me much like the other man, behind him I saw the same tail from before, thick, black, fluffy tail. He slowly stalked his way over to me, panicked I held up my other hand a futile attempt to stop him from attacking me, if he really wanted to, I would be dead by now.

"I-I... I'm just l-looking for my friend" I stuttered out hoping they'd back down if they knew why I was here. I heard a dark chuckle and looked over to the man near the mattress, but it wasn't him who spoke.

"Your friend is not here. Now leave." The man in front of me stepped forwards towards me, instinctively I backed up.

"P-please, I'm sorry for trespassing b-but his name is Jimin and-" Before I could finish my sentence the man in front of me had lunged forward violently shoving me away.

A screamed ripped through my throat at the sudden action and the pain that came with it, I rolled a few times before coming to a stop hitting the rough ground. Groaning in pain I tried my best to stand up wobbling as I did, I quickly stepped back trying to create distance from the man and get out of his area.

I kept backing up until I was in the middle the crossroad of alleys, the other man had by now made his way to stand with the other man. Now seeing them closer the first man was taller by a bit, but both equally towered over me.

I took note of how neither of them seemed to pass a certain point and figured that past that point, behind them, was their territory.

I put my hands out in front of me knowing it would never work against them. "Look I don't w-want any trouble. I just, I-I-"

What do I even want? Why am I here? Jimin obviously isn't here, and these guys clearly don't want me here either.

"...Never mind" I spoke defeated I turned and started to walk back the way I came, only getting few meters before suddenly my body came crashing to the ground with a thud.

All the exhaustion of running here and then getting pushed down, my body had an adrenaline overload and it needed to rest, but I couldn't stay here. I dragged myself over to one on the walls propping myself against for support, my scrapped knees drawing close to my chest, my body was exhausted and so was my mind. I closed my eyes to focus on my breathing trying to calm myself down.

I just need a quick rest... then I'll leave here.

"Y/n!?"

Looking up at the mention of my name I turned to where the person's voice came from. Through my lidded eyes I spot a frantic figure looking around, spinning in circles searching for something or, someone before his eyes lock on my figure slumped against the ground.

Jimin?

Rushing over, the blond figure dropped to his knees in front of me eyes scanning my figure. His golden ears dipping lying flat on his head as his eyes filled with worry and concern from seeing my state.

"Jimin..."

"Y/N, what are you doing here? Oh god, this wouldn't have happened if-" Jimin couldn't seem to finish his sentence as his hands hovered over me not sure what to do, frozen, wanting to help but unsure of the first step to do so.

"No, this is my fault Jimin. I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'll be fine I just need to-" The world had become blurry around me Jimin's face being nothing but a fuzzy spot as if wearing dirty glasses. Soon everything around me turned fuzzy as well before slowly getting darker and being completely consumed by the darkness. I could hear Jimin calling my name but there was nothing I could do, the gravity and comfort of the darkness being too powerful for anything to drag me out.

"Get her out!"

"She can't stay here."

"She's hurt! We can't leave her".

"Yes, we can! She's human, nothing but trouble she is."

"She's, my friend. She needs help."

"Friend? Jimin you can't-"

The voices of the people around me slowly brought me back the reality. Not knowing where I was, I tried not to move too much as to not draw attention to myself. Slowly cracking my eyes open, it wasn't hard to adjust to the lighting as it was dark wherever I was.

Cautiously looking around I saw 6 men all standing around arguing with each other, I wasn't present enough to understand what they were arguing about, so I drowned them out. Glancing over to the left of the group I saw another man, he looked younger than the others, over his head hung long black locks that went almost down to his shoulders at the back, it looked unkempt, like it hadn't been washed or brushed for a few weeks, but someone had attempted to tidy it up at least. Nestled in with his hair were two long fluffy rabbit ears, dark grey on the outsides with a lighter grey littering the insides.

A bunny hybrid.

Studying the man, I couldn't help but notice that he was eating what looks like a cranberry muffin.

Wait...

I made that muffin this morning, I put on the plate for me and Jimin and he didn't eat it, he took it...home...

I didn't even notice I had been staring at the boy until his dark brown orbs locked with mine, both our eyes widening at realization. He opened his mouth to say something to the other men but before he managed, I abruptly sat up straight taking in my surrounding. I was still in the alley way, on the abandon couch covered with clothes from before that had creeped me out, I looked over towards the group of men only to see that they had already spotted me from my previous alarming movements.

Seven pairs of eyes all staring at me, no one saying anything not knowing where to start, as my eyes travel all over them I realized something I hadn't picked up on before.

They're all hybrids.

The two men from before, a wolf and a panther hybrid, my eyes move to the next person, a fox hybrid, traveling to the next, a sugar glider hybrid, a cat hybrid, the bunny hybrid who had now moved over to stand with others, and a dog hybrid.

Jimin.

His eyes stayed lock with mine, concern and uncertainty swirled in them, before I had time to study the other men one of them spoke up.

"What do you want?" he growled, disgust for my mere existence clear in his voice.

I looked over to who had spoken only to see the same man from before who had pushed me to the ground. My eyes widened in fear as I tried to back up on the couch to create as much distance as possible between me and the violent wolf hybrid.

"I-" Before I could stutter out my words someone had cut me off.

"She came looking for me." Jimin defended me moving to stand in front of me. "She didn't mean any harm. I promise."

I nodded my head violently agreeing with Jimin trying to show them that was why I was here. The man scoffed before sending me a death glare. Jimin turn around and moved block my view of the others with his face. He put his hands on my shoulder, I flinched slightly as my left shoulder was bruising from my previous contact with the ground.

"Jimin..."

"I'm sorry this happened to you, it's all my fault and-"

"Jimin no, this is my fault, I came looking for you and was trespassing. I'm just glad that you're okay. I see why you don't eat as much and why you bring the left over back here" I spoke softly with a small smile.

Jimin looked down ashamed, seeming unhappy that I knew about this.

"I'm sorry, I won't bother you-" Cutting Jimin off I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him closer to me embracing him in a hug. He didn't return the hug at first, his arms hanging by his sides. Seeing as I wasn't letting go Jimin hesitantly moved his arms to wrap them around me. Sighing into the hug I slightly calmed down, my breaths matching Jimin's, before I remembered the six other hybrids around me.

"They won't hurt me, will they?" I fearfully whispered into his ear.

Recalling what I told Seoyeon about seeing Jimin having bruises a few days ago, my mind started racing.

Did they hurt Jimin too? Did they give him those bruises?

"D-did they hurt you too?" I stammered holding Jimin tighter and pulling him closer as to get him away from them.

"What? N-no, no. They would never hurt me" Jimin said shocked by my question.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, and I won't let them hurt you either" Jimin gave me a reassuring squeeze before slowly letting go. Still facing me Jimin looked down at me from his standing position. I leaned to the side to see around him and check on those other hybrids, to no one's surprise they all stared - or more like glared back at me, startled I leaned back to my original position nervous, looking to Jimin for help.

Seeing my struggling self, Jimin took the initiative and turned to face the others and sat down on the couch. Curious eyes found mine trying to avoid eye contact with them my eyes darted around looking at the area around me. Across from me sat an old chair but it didn't match with the couch, left of the chair laid a thin single mattress with some worn down blanket on it. I looked to the other side of the chair to see the mattress from before leaning up against the wall, shielding half of the entrance was a stack a cardboard box making what looked like some sort of wall. As my eyes continued to truly study the area I had been in, cardboard boxes set up as tables, mattresses, all the dirty clothes and ripped blankets splayed on the ground and various objects, I came to the horrid realization.

They all live here...

"Guys, this is Y/N." Jimin’s voice brought me out of my thoughts looking to him as he spoke. "She owns a café a few blocks from here. She's where I've been getting the food.".

"Jimin! Have you been taking her food? I thought I taught you better than that." The sugar glider Hybrid spoke in disbelief has he strode over to Jimin who was right next to me.

"No! He didn't steal anything, I-I've been giving him food." I spoke raising my voice a little. "He's been joining me for lunch." I spoke to the hybrid who was now standing in front of Jimin and I.

He looked at me questioning before looking back at Jimin for reassurance to my accusation. Jimin looked up at him nodding confirming what I had already said.

"Good, I didn't raise no criminals" The man hummed before turning to me. I visibly tensed up before he spoke “Why were you looking for Jimin?”

"Well after he left, I was worried because he wasn't eating much and saving the food for leftovers." I spoke quietly, intimidated by the broad man in front of me. "B-but I see why now."

He stared into my eyes as I spoke and kept staring after I had finished. I could see the kindness in his eyes hidden by his protectiveness. Nervously a small smile tugged at my lips trying to ease the tension between us. It worked as he returned his smile backing away from me.

"You make really nice muffins." A voice broke the silence everyone turning to look at the who had spoken. It was the bunny hybrid, he moved slightly closer the others trying to hide behind them at my gaze.

My smile only grew at his kind words. "Thank you, I'm glad you like them.".

His big grin appeared showing off his bunny teeth and cheeky smile.

Jimin and his friends kept talking as I listened to what they were saying I moved slightly in my spot trying to subtly stretch my arms. My hands landed on the couch something beneath my palm made me grip on to the mysterious object. Looking down I saw it was a piece of clothing, looking closer it had holes and it and was very discoloured by use and dirt. Disgusted from touching the item, not know exactly what it was or where it had been, abruptly drop it back to the couch flicking it away from me grossed out releasing I had been sitting on dirty clothes. I looked up a repulsed expression clear on my face, I locked eyes with the panther hybrid, he looked embarrassed quickly looking away from me averting eye contact.

"How can we trust her?"

I turned to see the cat hybrid staring right at me before his gaze shifted to next person who spoke.

"We can't."

"Namjoon, she is Jimin's-" "I'm sorry." I declared. "I didn't mean to invade your territory or be here uninvited. Genuinely I was just worried about Jimin, and your right." I continued trying to stand up stumbling a bit, Jimin reached out to help me. I took his hand helping me to stand stably. "You can't trust me. You don't know me. Thank you for helping but I should go." I mumbled the last part bowing before shuffling out past the boys before a hand harshly grabbed my wrist.

In my spot I froze not wanting to move from my spot out of fear. Not looking back, I kept my eyes trained on the ground. Before I could react, whoever was holding me had grabbed my waist and spun me around to face them. Surprised at the two people behind me I stared up at the man holding me still, he had deep chocolate eyes and brown hair and two fluffy orange fox ears on his head.

"Thank you" He started. "You have no idea how much that food you've been giving Jimin, has helped us."

A warn thankful smile on his face, at hearing his words my heart flooded with warmth at how my baking was able to help them. I glanced to the bunny boy who stood slightly behind him before looking back at him, by now he had let go of my waist and was holding my hands in his.

"It means a lot really, even though you didn't know you were helping us all as well and thought it was just Jimin, we really needed it." Unshed tears slightly pooled in his eyes before he blinked them away beaming at me.

"Yes, thank you, all the food was so good too." The other guy gushed. "I'm Jungkook and this is Hoseok" The bunny hybrid gestured to the fox hybrid in front of him when naming his friend. "Don't worry about Namjoon, he just wants to protect us, you just have to earn his trust.".

"Yeah, Taehyung and Yoongi are really just little kittens once you get to know them too." Hoseok chuckled.

"Thanks, it's nice to know you guys liked my baking." I blushed from all the praise about my pastries I had made. "And I'm sorry again for just walking in unannounced."

"You were looking out for your friend, our Jiminie, thank you for caring about him it shows more than you could possibly imagine. Most humans want nothing to do with us or will-"

"Thank you" Jungkook cut off Hoseok before they both shared a look. I smiled at them before stepping back ready to take my leave, judging by how the sun was no longer directly above us I figured it had been few hours since I left, and Seoyeon was probably worrying about me.

"I'll see you guys around." I nodded before making my exit down the way I had come hours ago. As I went to turn the corner, I saw them both standing there, I wave them off before I saw Namjoon walk out and usher them back into the side alley before we made eye contact. He shot me a glare and stared me down before turning and walking back himself. I took that as my signing to truly leave as I continued down the alleys on my way back to the shop.

A/n: Ahhh! Next chapter is here! The first few chapters of this series might be a bit shorter, I aim to get each chapter between 2-3k words. Also Thank you all so much on the support on the first part and the teaser, I did not expect that amount of interaction, it makes me so happy knowing people have enjoyed what I’ve been working on, so I hope you all enjoy! Have a nice day & Thankyou all for reading! 💜

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[neteyamssyulang]

A/B/O

Day 31

Pairing: Alpha Neteyam aged up x Fem omega omaticaya reader.

Summary: You always had eyes for Neteyam, unfortunately you never thought they were reciprocated as he was eventually promised to another. Little did you know they actually were

Warnings: Dom Neteyam, Sub reader, Kinda cheating Neteyam, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, P in V, Marking, Knotting/Creampie.

Word count: 1221

Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Rutxe -> Please.

A/N: First time writing full on A/B/O so I’m not sure if it’ll do well but enjoy and happy Halloween!

Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna <3

Being born an omega was difficult, well for you atleast. Whether it be female or male alphas they all tried having you, and each time you had to deny them.

No one except Kiri knew you had eyes for Neteyam, I mean who wouldn't? With his toned body, handsome face, and the way he can make any omega drop down to their knees for him.

Neteyam was your bestfriend and had been ever since you were teenagers, he had saved you from a group of alphas who wanted to have their way with you not caring if you didn't consent.

Ever since then you stuck to his side and eventually grew feelings for him, unfortunately they weren't reciprocated as once he turned 20 his parents had betrothed him to the daughter of the Kanesätaw family.

Li'ona was beautiful you had to admit, she was skilled weaver and hunter but she was also a beta. Everyone was under the impression that they'd make such a cute pair once his father passed the mantle of olo'eyktan to him.

What they didn't know was that Neteyam didn't like Li'ona, he liked you but didn't want to admit it as he didn't think you'd like him back. Li'ona knew Neteyam didn't like her but still tried for the sake of their people.

It was just a regular day not much to really do, you had helped out in the healers tent with Kiri before bidding her goodbye to head back to your hut to finish up some tops you started weaving the night before.

In the corner of your eye you see Neteyam and Li'ona, she was pushing at his chest and you could see she was yelling at him. For what though? You didn't know.

It wasn't your business anyway, you made your way inside your hut and started weaving the top when not even 5 minutes later Neteyam bursts through the flap of your hut turning around to quickly tie the flaps shut.

"Neteyam?" Your head tilts confused as he walks over now "What are y-" he shuts you up by leaning down to capture your lips with his. His pheromones a mixture of lust and nervousness.

Without even looking he picks you up and walks over to your bed laying you down on it while he hovers over you. Breaking the kiss he sighs "I can't do this anymore Paskalin.."

"Do what Teyam?" You didn't know what he was talking about or why he was doing this, it felt wrong since he's promised to someone else already.

Neteyam hisses out of frustration "I can't keep denying my feelings, I love you y/n." Did- did he just say what you thought he said? He loves you? You must be hearing things you have to be.

The male has a look of worry on his face as you don't respond back to him, feeling his heart break he goes to get off you when suddenly he gets pulled closer till your lips meet in a passionate kiss.

He groans into your mouth as he quickly unties his tewng throwing it somewhere off to the side before ripping yours clean off your body along with your top all while never breaking the kiss.

Eventually you need to catch your breath so you pull away panting, his eyes lock onto yours, they aren't the beautiful golden orbs you always got lost in no.. his eyes are dark and filled with lust.

Neteyam was about to lean in to kiss you again when you scooted back earning a growl from him "W-wait, what about Li'ona?"

"Fuck her I want you y/n! I choose you as my mate not her. Please.. I will deal with the consequences later but right now let me show you how much I love you." Your heart melts at his words as you give him a nod.

The male smiles and kisses from your neck all the way down past your stomach leaving marks, in the process copious amounts of slick drip out of you and down onto the bedding below.

Your breath hitches as he licks a long stripe up your folds, a deep growl rumbles through his chest savoring your sweet taste.

Without warning he dives in licking your clit and sucking on the little bundle of nerves, your head falls back against the bedding as your hand reaches down tugging on his hair.

He moans against your pussy sending the vibrations through you, Neteyam then sinks two of his fingers inside you curling them just right.

"Nete- youch!" You yelp as he smacks your thigh with his free hand, "That's not my name." A pink hue flushes your face and you know what he's expecting to hear.

"Alpha- please.." this time he rewards you by trailing wet kisses up your body till he gets to your neck "What a good little omega~" Neteyam purrs into your ear, his cock already emerging from his slit.

Pulling his fingers out of your sopping cunt he replaces them with his cock sliding slowly into you, the stretch was painful but welcoming. Neteyam sensed you were a bit uneasy so he released comforting pheromones to relax you more.

Finally he bottomed out, leaning his head down to the crook of your neck he took a deep breath of your pheromones then licked over your scent gland sending shivers down your spine.

You tapped his shoulder giving him the ok to start moving, leaning back up he hauled your legs over his shoulders and set a fast pace.

The only sounds to be heard was both your moans and the loud squelching sound from your slick as he slammed his hips against yours. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly “A-al-pha rutxe..”

“Please what princess?” He smirked looking down at you, sweat dripping from his hairline “Please can I- can I cum?” You spoke softly.

Tsking he sent a harsh thrust into you stilling his hips, “Hm? What was that omega?” Tilting his head, he knew what you said he just needed you to say it louder for everyone to hear.

Your omega instincts were begging you to listen to your alphas command but you were also stubborn so you stayed quiet looking away. Not having any of that he rolled his hips coaxing out a small whimper from you.

“Be a good little girl and answer me or you wont get what you want” he said while grabbing your jaw turning your head carefully to look at him.

Letting your instincts win you gave in “Please alpha, let me cum” this time in a more louder tone but still soft so none outside could hear.

“Good girl” he purred now fully moving again slamming into you. Your nails dug into the bedding as you came chanting his name like a prayer, Neteyam groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

His knot prodded against your hole begging entry which your body agreed to by producing more slick. Leaning down he sank his fangs into your neck as he pushed his knot inside spilling his seed into your empty womb.

Your body shook as a small whimper left your lips, finally Neteyam unlatched from your neck and leaned up panting.

“You did so well for me my little omega.”

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Hi, I just recently came across your blog and I really liked your stories "human pet" and "baby".

You've done a great job, keep it up.

And I have a request: Could you, when you have the opportunity, write about the Bully x fem!nerd! reader?

(He hurts her cuz he likes her stereotype imaged above)

Yandere!Bully x Fem!Reader

Very small drabble CW: Bullying

He just wanted to get her attention.

At first, anyway.

Simon wasn't always a bully. As a younger child his anxiety was so bad that he distanced himself from his peers, unintentionally ostracizing himself. The less interaction he had with others his age, the worse he became at communication. When he did try to talk to his classmates, his words always came out wrong, or were misinterpreted, which caused him to feel flustered and get angry.

So, in order to save himself the embarrassment, he stopped trying. And he was perfectly fine being alone; without friends or enemies.

Until one day, he saw (Reader) for the first time.

The single most beautiful person he'd ever seen. Her laughter ripped through his chest, and the scent of her body wash made his head feel fuzzy.

(Reader) never saw him. Simon had succeeded in making himself invisible, so much so that even if he stood right in (Reader's) path on the sidewalk, she would side step around him.

One day, she did just that, casually maneuvering around Simon without so much as making eye contact.

Simon didn't mean to hurt her.

His hand reached out before the thought fully formed in his head. He just wanted her to look at him, so maybe he was just reaching out to grab her shoulder? It happened so quickly, that Simon didn't comprehend what he was doing until (Reader) was knocked over, hitting the asphalt.

But it worked.

(Reader) rolled over, startled, staring at Simon with doe like eyes, shaking a little from the sudden impact of her fall. And any sympathy he had for accidentally hurting her immediately flew out the window when he realized that, for once, she was looking at him and only him.

"Next time, don't ignore me." Simon hadn't intended on sounding so threatening, it just came out that way.

She nodded before scrambling to her feet, grabbing her belongings and dashing away.

Having (Reader) look at him was.. exhilarating. It was so intoxicating that when she turned away and robbed Simon of her sight, it felt like a piece of him was stolen away.

He needed to have that again. He didn't feel bad about what he did because he had been rewarded with (Reader's) undivided attention, but planned an apology for when he would later see her at lunch, to mend the misunderstanding and, eventually, form a beautiful relationship with her. However, when lunch came around, and he was excitedly rehearsing his faux apology, Simon saw (Reader) from across the courtyard; he watched her notice him, then speed off in the opposite direction.

Simon forgot the apology. She saw him. She looked at him. And she had the audacity to run away?

The lanky young man chased her down, finding her quickly and cornering her behind the gymnasium.

"I thought I said to not ignore me?" Simon said with a tight smile.

"Please don't-"

"You really hurt my feelings, (Reader)." Simon interrupted, shocking the young woman. For the life of her, she couldn't recall who this person was, and Simon could see that on her face.

"I'm sorry.."

"You're sorry?" He didn't know why he was being so mean, but the words just kept tumbling out of his mouth at a speed he couldn't control. It was empowering having (Reader) acknowledge his existence, even if it was by cowering in fear. "That's not good enough."

He grabbed (Reader's) face with one hand, squishing her cheeks together, distorting her shocked gasp.

"You're never going to ignore me again, you hear me?"

"Yed." (Yes)

Simon gripped her jaw tighter, making her wince. "I think you and I are going to be best friends.. isn't that right, (Reader)?"

When she refused to answer Simon forcibly made her nod her head with his hand.

All he could think about was kissing her soft looking lips puckered up between his thumb and pointer finger. But that would have to wait. She shook in his hand, and was clearly sniffling back tears. But Simon still didn't feel any guilt.

He didn't mind becoming (Reader's) bully, as long as it meant that she continued paying attention to him and only him.

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long! And I'm sorry that it ended up a short drabble ☹️ sometimes, inspiration robs me of my sleep, other times out pumps out onr sentence and thinks it's done lol

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere bully #fem reader #sorry it took so long #thank you for your patience #mild bullying #short drabble

[urdepressedslut]

Crush

♡ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Natasha can’t help but admire you, and now she wants you to see her more than just a friend.

♡ Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, mentions of slight bullying/harassment

Italics are flashbacks

Part 2

It was known by most that Natasha kept to herself, not wanting to burden anyone with feelings and emotions. She was kind and friendly but kept her distance with most.

Then there was you.

She wasn't sure why she felt so safe around you. She couldn't understand how you held some sort of power, making her want to lower her walls around you.

She wasn't one to seek out someone and cry into their arms, but she wanted you to be that someone.

She remembers the day that you had gotten her attention.

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Natasha was making her way to Steve to discuss an upcoming mission, when she heard loud bickering coming from the training room.

Suddenly curious, she entered the room quietly, her eyes spotting a male agent, and you.

The male agent was just another agent, but you she knew lots about. She was impressed with your résumé, already earning her respect from how well you could manage yourself out in the field.

It was the tone the man was yelling at you that had Natasha frowning, How could anyone disrespect you?

“You gonna finally tell me?” The man asked, sliding off some of the weight plates off your bar.

Huffing in annoyance, you tried your best to ignore his presence altogether. But he was doing a damn good job pissing you off.

“Tell you what?” you asked, hoping that if you answered his offensive questions, he’d leave.

“Gonna tell me who you slept with to get your position?” He stated, your eyes widening in shock at his bluntness.

“What the hell—“

“Come on, someone like you doesn’t just get special treatment handed to you. Who’d you blow?” He snapped, giving the bar a shove, making you stumble backwards.

“I didn’t do anything. I’m just good at my job.” you told him confidently.

Natasha watched from afar, stopping herself from stepping in, she knew you could handle yourself.

“Bullshit. It’s Rogers isn’t it? Maybe Barnes… You doing Widow?” He asked, way too close for comfort.

Natasha perked up at her name, watching your face contort into rage. Within a second, the bar was dropped, and you had slammed your knee into the mans crotch, making him fall to his knees groaning.

Natasha held back her chuckle, smirking at the way the man was submitted to you on his knees.

“Don’t talk about them like that.” You spat, gathering your shirt and walking away from him.

Natasha watched your hips sway as you strutted off, she didn’t know it was possible to respect you even more than she had.

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From that day on, she began talking with you more. Making up excuses to talk with you, so she could learn every little thing about you.

She thought it was respect that pulled her to you, but she figured out quite quickly that she admired you, and it ran deeper than you just being a good agent.

As silly as it sounded to her, she couldn’t deny that she had a little crush on you.

Natasha wasn’t sure how she ended up in her current position, but you were with her so she wasn’t complaining.

Your fingers smoothed the gel mask down on Natasha’s face, making sure it was secured.

“This is supposed to help with what again?” Natasha asked you, not minding the cooling effect the mask was causing.

“Uh…” You trailed off, reaching for the ripped packet, “Minimize pores.”

Natasha nodded her head, watching your eyes do a final once over her face, and swore she saw your eyes linger on her lips a little too long.

“All done. Now we wait 15 minutes, then we take it off and rinse.” You told her, poking your own mask, making sure it was still in place.

“Great. What do you wanna do for 15 minutes?” Natasha asked, leaning back on your bed.

“We could watch Supernatural?” You suggested and she rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“We always watch Supernatural.” She replied, watching you jut your lip out in a pout.

“Please?” You begged, and Natasha’s stomach did a flip with the way you were looking at her. She couldn’t say no to you.

“Fine.” She gave up, scooting back to the headboard, you shuffling next to her, thighs touching.

The show was playing, but Natasha couldn’t focus on the episode with your soft thigh brushing against hers, and she couldn’t help herself when she moved her hand on top of your thigh.

She felt you tense up for a brief moment before moving further into the touch, and Natasha’s heart melted.

She decided to keep testing the waters, as she started to rub her thumb up and down your thigh, noticing goosebumps form on the flesh.

You had forgotten about the episodes plot, now fully aware of Natasha’s warm hand on your now burning skin. You felt your heart in your throat, your belly tingling with excitement.

You couldn’t help but wonder why this friendly gesture felt extremely intimate.

You shook your head, trying to focus back on the show.

Natasha watched from the corner of her eye as you swallowed nervously. She smirked to herself, wondering if it was really her that was affecting you. Feeling confident, Natasha gripped your thigh firmly and squeezed. The tips of her fingers becoming too close to your inner thighs, you let out a gasp.

You shot your hand down, gripping Natasha’s wrist and she kept her hand still.

“Nat? What are you doing?” You began, your breathing shallow.

“What do you mean?” She played dumb, asking innocently.

You saw her eyes trying to hide mischief, but you knew Natasha better than anyone. Even if she was the black widow, you could still find a way to read her.

“You know what I mean, why are you so touchy?” You questioned, even though you hadn’t seemed to mind it all that much. In fact, her touches had seemed to make you suddenly frustrated. Parts of your body burning with need.

“We’re friends, friends touch each other. Right?” She told you, and you understood what she was saying, but a part of you didn’t like the label she had used.

“Yeah… Friends.” You agreed hesitantly.

Natasha watched you answer with hesitation and wondered if you felt the same about her.

“Actually, I don’t wanna be friends.” Natasha pondered, rubbing her thumb up and down over your skin again, your hand releasing her wrist from your tight grip.

“No? Why?” You muttered, eyes flicking down to her plump lips.

Natasha leaned in, switching her gaze back and fourth from your lips to your eyes.

“Maybe I want to be more than just a friend.” She whispered, and you felt your whole body shutter at her dark, husky voice.

Just the thought of Natasha wanting you, had your body shutting down, mind going blank.

“Y-Yeah?” You stuttered, feeling nervous under her intense gaze. A tingling sensation forming between your legs.

With another squeeze to your thigh, Natasha licked her lips, leaning in closer until your noses were touching.

“Yeah.” She purred.

She leaned in ever so slowly, your heart pounding, pupils blown out in lust, barely grazing her lips with yours…

“Time to take the mask off.” She announced, pulling away. She smirked at the way your face was stuck in a state of shock. Pupils still blown, cheeks flushed.

She had barely touched you and you were already putty in her hands, she couldn’t wait to see how you reacted when she finally had all of you.

#natasha romanoff #reader insert #female reader #marvel #marvel imagines #light angst #fluff #oneshot #imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female #friends to lovers #tension

[songmingisthighs]

Wanbelyn

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ch. xi - a vaccuum

neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader

buy me coffee ?

where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

As much as you hated having told by your cousin to run an errand, you had to admit that it was kind of helpful. Even just the walk to grocery store was refreshing. It wasn't like the weather was nice nor was the neighborhood extremely beautiful. But it was just you becoming one with the crowd of people and becoming one of the average joe. It was like you have a problem, the lady next to you has a problem, the grandpa sampling coffee has a problem, and so does the teenager looking stressed out on her phone as she was crouched down in front of flours. Being part of the crowd helped dilute the severity of your problems because more often than not, you'd think about how other people were facing their own issues and they seem to still be able to function.

But of course, when issue came barelling into you, it's a whole different thing.

Literally.

One moment you were trying to reach for the cereal Jongho likes (that was put on the top shelf because life like to make sure you'd struggle a little), the next, you were tackled to the floor, crashing hard like an idiot. It was fortunate that there was no one near you and that there wasn't a cart in front of you because that would've been even more disastrous.

"Kijoong!"

As much as you hated to admit it, the first thing that popped into your head was "Please God, tell me it's not the kid whose dad aided in the desolution of your career" but of course, when you sat up, you saw the adorable face of the kid you saved grinning at you happily, hands around your waist. "Hi," he giggled before he hugged you tighter. Though you had wished that it wasn't him, you couldn't help but chuckle and pat his head gently, saying hi back.

As quickly as Kijoong attacked you, he was ripped away just as quick by the guy you can only think is his dad, holding him as he looked down at you with worry in his eyes. "I'm sorry miss, I truly- I-I'm sorry, I should've kept an eye on him and- are you hurt? I'm a doctor, I- I work at KQ Hospital, I can help," he tried extending a hand forward but you only rolled your eyes and got back up without his help. "You've done enough, and even if I wanted to seek medical aid, I doubt your stupid hospital will allow me in, dr. Kim," you smiled sarcastically.

Recognition flashed in his eyes as they widen, "Oh my God, are you (y/n)?" At the mention of your name, Kijoong leaped out of his father's hold and crashed into you once again. "(y/n)!" He exclaimed happily, squealing as he tried to squeeze the life out of you (to which he failed to). "What gave it away? The fact that Kijoong seem to know me or the fact that I know you're dr. Kim Hongjoong or that I'm banned from the hospital?" Immediately, Hongjoong felt guilty, ashamed even and it was obvious from how he was trying to avoid your gaze that you maintained because honestly, you were waiting for him to apologize to you. Acknowledge what happened and what he did. Express his regret. But the most you got was from Kijoong and no matter how much you adored the kid, it wasn't enough to keep you around.

So with a roll of your eyes, you pat Kijoong on the head and bid him goodbye.

You really did mean to avoid both Hongjoong and Kijoong but somehow Kijoong managed to sneak away from his dad and stood next to you with an innocent grin while his dad rushed back and forth trying to find his son (and you but you're there by proxy).

The straw that broke (hongjoong's mental state) the camel's back was when Kijoong followed you out of the grocery store (and you only realized when he grabbed your hand as you tried to cross the road). As soon as you stepped back into the premise with Kijoong happily playing with the string of your hoodie, you were met with a dishevelled Hongjoong on the verge of tears standing with a security guard.

"Hey," you called out and as soon as his eyes met with the sight of his son, you could see the relief on his face but even then, you couldn't help but poke fun at him. "Don't worry, I didn't kidnap him," you set Kijoong down in front of Hongjoong as he slumped to the floor, holding his son who looked rather confused and unsure as to why his dad was acting that way.

When Hongjoong pulled away from Kijoong, he held the boy at arm's length as he huffed, "Wooyoung was right, we're gonna have to put a leash on you," and to make matters worse, Kijoong barked at his dad at the mention of the leash but Hongjoong looked too tired to even comment on his son's response. Standing back up, Hongjoon took a step forward towards you but you took a step back while shaking your head, an action you didn't even realized you did. "How can I thank you?" Hongjoong asked, genuinely wanting to repay you. He expected you to do that push-and-pull thing where you said he shouldn't and he said he absolutely should and you said no and he ended up doing something he figures is the least he can do for you. What he didn't expect was you raising an eyebrow at him and just stared blankly. It was rather unnerving. "I- Do you want me to drive you back home?" he asked but you only tilted your head to the side at him, looking unamused. "Is that a yes? O-or...?" but you still didn't reply. Finally, an idea popped into his head, "Kijoong and I haven't eaten. Will you join us?"

So that was how you found yourself sitting in a booth of a noodle restaurant. You sat on one side of the booth with Hongjoong across from you while Kijoong sat on a high chair. Hongjoong initially let the kid sit on the booth, but considering that Kijoong had played Houdini the whole day, you figured putting him in confinement was a better alternative.

Hongjoong stared in wonder at how Kijoong allowed you to watch him eat and even clean up his face. He remembered how the boy used to bite the fingers of people other than him who tried to clean him up or even clean around him. And by 'used to', he meant not even 3 months ago and his brother was still complaining about the bite. But this? Kijoong even accepted your offer to try your noodles (which he hated but he didn't cry). It was always apparent to Hongjoong that Kijoong was not like other kids but at that moment, he realized that Kijoong had the potential to. What was he missing?

"Do you usually watch people eat, dr. Kim?"

Snapping out of his trance, Hongjoong shook his head and went back to eating as if he wasn't just staring at you. "I don't watch people eat," he muttered, slightly embarrassed that you caught him in that situation. Luckily for him, you simply shrugged and went back to eating, going back and forth between taking a bite and making sure that Kijoong wasn't making a mess.

"You're good with children," Hongjoong stated, surprising you slightly. "Yeah... It's as if I have experience working with children or something," you smirked.

At the mention of your job, Hongjoong stiffened slightly and a question hung onto his lips. Before he could stop himself, however, he blurted the question out, "How are you doing though? How's the job hunt?" Initially, you were surprised that he knew about you seeking employment, but you figured he heard stuff from Wooyoung so you shrugged, "Well, I just found out that my career as a nurse has ended before it could actually take of because somehow the news that KQ Hospital wanted to sue me and wanted to bestow upon me a restraining order for 'assaulting the child of a doctor in the hospital' got out proven by the people who rejected my application or invited me to get a direct scoop," you chuckled bitterly, swirling your noodles in hopes that the sudden feeling of wanting to cry would pass. Looking up at him, you sent a smile that sent chills down his spine, "In your professional opinion, dr. Kim, how do you think I am?"

Hongjoong didn't know what he was expecting out of you. He was already aware of what happened but hearing it directly from you, he really felt like he was responsible. Though it was the hospital that suggested bringing the case to court and getting a restraining order he did say yes without taking the time to actually seek the truth. He knew very well what Kijoong could do and after checking the CCTV (4 days after the event), he was proven wrong but things already happened and between dealing with his son and the legal issues, he would rather deal with his son.

You saw him opening his mouth and you immediately raised a hand, "If you're gonna apologize, save it. That's only going to alleviate your guilt and do absolutely nothing for me. I'd rather you feel guilty for the rest of your life because you did ruin my career." It was like he was slapped in the face. He was only thinking of his son and the fact that he wasn't there when it happened. Maybe he really was trying to do what he could due to the circumstances, but maybe it was also his attempt to alleviate the guilt of not being there when something traumatic happened to his son. But alas he took it a step too far. Actually, he took it ten steps too far and now, while his son has returned to normalcy, you were still bearing the burden of what happened.

"But, even in this situation," you looked at Kijoong and couldn't help but smile seeing the boy eating happily as he kicked his tiny legs, "I didn't regret helping him. I wouldn't have had it any other way," you then turned to Hongjoong, "I'm glad Kijoong is fine now."

It was then that Hongjoong realized what kind of a person you actually are. He noticed that something must have happened in the past for you to act as such even in this situation, prioritizing the health and safety of a boy you don't even know even when your career was hanging by a single strand of hair. But Hongjoong didn't want to comment or dig into that, it wasn't his place. He wanted to say something though, but it was obvious that nothing he said could make the situation any better. He wanted to wish you the best, but he was the one who put you in a crappy situation in the first place. He wanted to say sorry, but you had said that would only make him feel slightly less guilty but do absolutely nothing for you. He could change the subject and talk about the food but he shouldn't be the one to do that because it would seem like he was trying to escape the conversation. So he remained silent, he only watched you and Kijoong interact as he mulled and soaked in the guilt. Just like you wanted.

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ೃ⁀➷ Sweet Hunger

sub! ethan landry x dom! female reader

SUMMARY: you and ethan get high at a Halloween party and find yourselves stumbling to a room just to feel a little more.

CONTAINS: mommy kink, edging (a little bit), face riding, brief handjob, dacryphilia, actual p in v, mean reader (not really but kinda), very confident reader, use of weeds, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

AUTHORS NOTE: this is from the second chapter of my currently unpublished fic. in which I have a faceclaim, so please feel free to disregard the descriptive factors of the “reader” character.

18+ READER. MINORS DNI.

The lights at the party had tried to set them up for failure. Stumbling through the hallways with his hand in hers, trailing along behind Y/N, she desperately looked for an empty room. It wasn't surprising that so many of the doors were locked, it was a party with drugs and alcohol.

It hadn't taken her long before she had taken a few hits off of one of her friends, getting Ethan to join along since she knew he hadn't been drinking much.

Y/N and Ethan had often gotten high at the apartment, both while Devon was there and while she had left to hangout with Tara. They would often find themselves sprawled out on the floor listening to songs that made them feel like their hearts and skin were dancing.

But tonight had different plans.

The feeling was going throughout them fluidly, they swayed along to the music. Maybe a little too close for the comfort of those who were sober around them.  Ethan still couldn't keep his eyes off of her, the dress and shoes were so enticing to the eye. But it didn't help that she wore that beautiful smirk she always did when she saw how he looked at her.

The way it felt to have her brush up against him, it made him wish he had taken Chad's advice and worn less clothing such as he himself did. If only to feel her skin lightly touch his as her hands wondered around his arms and chest.

He had no idea that she was wish the same thing, rushing her hands over him with a more harsh touch. Upset that she could only feel the cotton that covered most of his skin. She might have stayed there and eventually stopped dancing to get a drink if he hadn't decided to graze his fingertips over her cheek and along her collarbone.

She yanked him away from the crowd. Everyone moving quickly as she found the stairs and they found themselves in the present. Testing every doorknobs in the house, getting more anxious and frustrated the more they found that were locked tight.

Y/N was grumbling under her breath, trying to talk herself down from taking him in the hallway out of pure desperation. And right when she thought she might have to, a door clicked open.

She swung it open and pulled him in front of her, pushing him into the room and slamming the door behind her with the lock turned. She reached for the cardboard helmet on his head, going to rip it off aggressively before she remembered how long it took him to make.

She gently tugged it off his head and let his soft brown curls fall into his face. His deep chocolate eyes were staring down at her with such sweet hunger. He'd never want anything more than he wanted her.

He took it upon himself to remove his chest plate, not wanting to waste anymore time. She slowly let her hands fall down his torso, finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. He was quickly left in nothing but his boxers, almost fully exposed to the only eyes he'd ever let see him like this.

Ethan was sat at the edge of the bed, the lamp behind him just bright and reflective enough to give her a clear look at his doe eyes staring holes into her. They danced along as he scanned her body up and down, he wanted to badly to reach out and pull her dress off. However, he knew that if he waited, he would be more likely to receive the treatment he actually wanted.

He opted for using his words instead of his hands, "Y/N, c-can you please let me take off your dress?" His hands gripped onto the sheets underneath him, waiting for her response.

Her lips curled up at both ends, her red lip still perfectly in tact. But he watched her silk brown hair sway as she shook her head, "Not yet, baby."

She pushed him back on the bed, reaching down to finally release his cock from his boxers. It was just as it had been every time they had found themselves in positions similar to this one. Long with veins running down every which way, relatively slender which she didn't mind as her hands were rather small, and it was a pretty shade of pink with the tip and very angry red.

It was no surprise when it sprang up out of his bottoms leaking enough pre-cum that she didn't even need to spit in her hand to easily pump up and down the length of it. No time was wasted before small moans fell from his plush lips, whimpering after every single one.

Y/N sat besides him, her free hand placed on high thigh that she could start to feel tense up.

It had only been about thirty seconds and he was already getting ready to cum. This was rewarded in no way as she pulled her hand quickly off of his cock. His eyes flew open and he looked at her with his brows furrowed, "What the fuck, Y/N?!”

She quickly swung herself onto his lap, straddling him before reaching up to place a smack across his face. As his head swung to the side, she grabbed his face harshly with one hand, "Is that how we ever talk to mommy?"

And there he was, shrinking underneath her, her presence becoming so much larger than his. He began to shake, "No, of course not. I'm so sorry momma." Tears stinging his eyes, heat began to pool between her legs at the sight below her.

She got off of him, making him cry even more. His red eyes looking up to her as she finally gestured him to move further up the bed. He used his remaining strength and let his head hit the pillow, his body knew exactly what was going to come next.

She finally slipped off her heels, reaching to the bottom of her dress and pulling it up to swing her leg of head, one on each side of his face. His cheeks grew red at the sight of her bare pussy in front of his face, growing harder from the fact that she hadn't been wearing anything underneath her dress this whole time.

He quickly lunged forward, his hands wrapped around her thighs. As much as she didn't enjoy the feeling, she wasn't in the mood for his attitude and was still at full force on the reigns. She lifted herself higher, not letting his tongue taste her just yet. Y/N didn't waste time to swat his hands away. "What have I told you, Ethan? No touching until I say you can, okay?"

There was such a tenderness to her voice, it made him melt into the bed beneath him. His shook his head, curls bobbing as he looked eagerly at his next treat.

She finally began to lower herself onto him, rolling her hips along his face as she began to feel noises rip from her throat. She wasn't sure at first if it was coming from him or herself, it wasn't often that it was the latter. But something about the high mixed with her lust made her fall apart.

She placed herself a little higher on his face, his nose now rubbing against her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her. He was lapping up everything he could, he began to thrust into the air behind him.

Y/N could feel herself coming undone, and even though she hated to admit it, she knew Ethan knew she was close. She felt him grin underneath her, and there she was pulling herself away from him.

His eyes grew wide once more and he reached to stop her, "Mommy, I'm sorry. I promise I'll behave, please just let me show you."

He had not know her intentions, she plopped off the bed before crawling back on a couple feet down so that she could once again straddle his bottom half. Her wet pussy rubbing its slick all over his throbbing cock.

She rolled her hips again, slowly and making sure to take it inch by inch as he began to shake even more vigorously than he did before. She couldn't help but giggle at the way his eyes were shut so tightly she could see them darting around underneath his eyelids.

Finally, she decided she had enough teasing and pulled his member into position so that she could sink down onto him. Bouncing up and down as she began to smile brightly and let her head fall back.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he filled her up perfectly, like two puzzle pieces specially made for one another. She let herself fall toward, hands on his toned chest. "Oh, baby boy, you can touch me now if you want. I can see how bad you are shaking."

For the first time in the whole night, he let out a load moan. His hands found their way to her hips, rising and falling as she did the same on his cock. He couldn't stop them now, his throat clenched around air as he choked out moan after moan.

She only started to bounce harder and faster, making him lose his mind even more. He didn't notice that tears were streaming down his face, he was letting out fresh sobs in between his moaning and whimpering. She looked down and relished in the fact that she was the reason for tears to be staining his pretty little face.

"Oh, you are so good for mommy, my pretty boy." She leaned down and kissed his tears before licking them off her lips. She knew he was finally reaching his high once again as his hips began to buck up into her.

As he did so, he had hit the very spot that always sent her over the edge. It wasn't long before both of them were riding out their highs together, her clenching around him and milking out each and every strand of cum that she can get out of him.

They both come back down, herself still positioned on top of him as if not to let any of his cum leak from her quite yet. He was finally starting to calm down, "Thank you, mommy. You always make me feel so good, I love you."

She leaned down and brush her lips against his, he opened his brown eyes and stared into hers which looked like they were made of eyes, but felt like they were full of warmth. She smirked, "I love you too, baby."

They could have stayed like that forever. But just as fast as they came, there was a pounding at the door.

Devon was on the other side, "Y/N! We have to get going, shits going down downstairs!" She yelled, knowing that both Ethan and Y/N would immediately compose themselves.

Y/N rummaging through a drawer in the room and finding a random pair of underwear to steal so that she could lose as little of his cum as possible as she was forced to leave from ecstasy earlier than she had planned.

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