#all their fights are just big feelings that need to be rode out

[dirtytransmasc]

Hi!!!!

Do you have any hcs for how Alicole would try and solve and argument with the kids? Like, their dynamic (especially Aegon with Alicole cause he’s the oldest) is just so interesting and I’ve always wondered how an argument/disagreement would play out with them

ooh, tasty concept.

with arguments amongst the children, they try and get them to take a step back. they'll each take a kid (or two if it involves all of them) and give them a hug or something of the like, easing the tensions, before helping them come to some sort of compromise or agreement.

when it comes to non petty arguments that every child has, the source of issues amongst the kids is the following;

with Aegon they have to settle his need to compensate for feeling as though he is lacking. he tends to pick on his siblings when he's feeling down on himself. so it's a lot of affirming words and hugs while also chiding his cruel behavior. he's definitely hard on himself about being cruel as well, he doesn't like being mean it just sorta comes out of him when he's not in good spirits about himself. he shoves his siblings away over little things when he's upset which only makes him feel worse in the long run. the whole situation makes it hard to parent, as it's not right how he treats his siblings at times, but it's also awful how he feels and how it presents itself. there's typically long talks after the fact. Aegon's usually in his dad's arms, more often than not, while he mom comforts him.

with Aemond it's cooling his temper and frustration, deep breaths and grounding. they remind him that he can't let every jab get a rise out of him, that he always had them to turn to when he needs help, that he's not alone to handle his anger. they try and learn more and more each time, what triggers his anger, what helps him calm down, what to avoid, etc. sometimes he needs to just be held other times he needs a moment alone to breathe. they also try and help him learn how to self regulate and also make his siblings aware that he's getting upset prior to him lashing out (they also talk to them about it).

with Helaena, arguments tend to be because she thinks so differently from her brothers. not only is she a girl in a house of boys, but also because she's autistic (I was the autistic 'sister' in a house of boys for most of my life, it definitely brewed some unique arguments, and I'm gonna project god damn it), their ways of thinking and doing are so different sometimes that she just loses it. so with her, they let her talk, they let her ramble and decompress until she can ground herself, then they have to try and explain the boys point of views, how they see may not be the right way, nor is hers, neither are, but they have to learn to agree. then it's hugs and kisses and talking it out, before they go back to hashing it out with the boys.

Daeron's the most agreeable with the siblings, very adhd coded in my mind (so I'm going to project my brother onto him cause they're very copy pasted in my mind) so when he gets into an argument it's because he's going too fast, too passionate, and/or too much. so again, like most of their children, it's grounding first talking later. like Helaena, they have to explain that the way he is isn't bad or wrong, but that's sometimes we need to slow down, take a breath, cool off, and than continue.

with arguments they take their kids separately, normally separated into different rooms and they visit them together. depending on the exact situation they may just offer hugs and softness, or they'll play a slight game of good cop/bad cop, though they're careful with it. the goal is to solve the problem, not slap a bandaid on it. they tend to each kids needs before handling the actual issue at hand and then being them together to find a solution.

they can both be soft and stern in their own ways. Cole is typically softer on them, as he gets to their levels, takes them close while talking, but he has a stern voice and makes it clear he's willing to put a foot down if need be. while Alicent tends to be a bit more formal and stereotypically authoritative, sitting at the table with them, even if she holds their hands in hers and pulls their chairs close so she can stroke their cheeks.

normally the kids can make right up, or at least come to peaceful terms, but if it doesn't, cause kids can hold grudges like no one's business, Alicent and Cole are forced to remain wholly neutral which is much harder than one would think. most of their fights that lead to grudges are very childish so it's really just waiting for them to crack and realize it was a stupid argument. this is made easier when they don't get involved, so they just laugh amongst themselves where the kids can't see them, and try and keep face in front of them (they can smell weakness and betrayal. send help. a 4 kids household isn't easy). they definitely have moments where they wave the white flag cause one of the kids accused them of siding. the "get along" shirt is also an active and well worn member of the family (Aegon and Aemond share it often)

this video is very much Aegon and Daeron. they feud often. they're either acting like Aegon is a second dad to him, or they are actually going to war and have been sworn enemies for generations, fighting a battle to honor their forefathers (Alicent and Criston are so tired). speaking of Aegon being a second dad, he definitely oversees a lot of arguments between Daeron and his friends... does he understand little kid drama? no. is it entertaining as all hell? you fucking bet, he wants to hear all about what little James did at daycare.

when the kids are arguing with them, which with the way they run the house is pretty rare, but not impossible, they first take a step back for themselves. they will never show anger or cruelty towards their kids, so they make sure they're ok before they even think about talking to their kids.

talking will always be their goal, they never want to use threats or punishments to get what they want from their kids, and they have different ways about it. because their kids know how their household works, that things work on their time, and that just being open and honest, they really just need a day or two to themselves, if the reason for arguing isn't time sensitive, and then they can just take it out.

Aegon is sulky, he just closes himself in his room or flees to a friend's house (which they let happen so long as he leaves a note, leaves his location on his phone, and checks in every few hours) if its really bad. he'll drag himself back to the kitchen table in 48 hours tops, wanting nothing more than for his mom and dad to love him again (they never stopped).

Aemond is just frustrated past reason, so he'll go out and fence with his dummy or just something physical, then he's more willing to listen to reason.

Helaena normally had a boundary or nerve pushed, which was normally accidental, either cause she was already frustrated with something or something changed and it just put both parties in bad positions. space is all she needs.

Daeron is a bit of all the above. he's sensitive, though hard to cross, its often more about other things, something his parent did just broke the camels back, so a long run brings everything back to reason.

Alicent and Criston care so much about their kids, every argument they have with their kids, typically one-sided as they refuse to truly yell, breaks their heart whether or not they did anything or not. they never plan to punish their kids for arguing, they were kids once and they know that its good that they feel safe enough to stand up and fight for what they believe to be true, that they feel safe to shout and disagree with them. they would rather that over anything else, cause they know their kids trust them.

while they aren't permissive with their kids, their are rules and hard limits, they don't count arguing as something to be punished, and their kids don't tend to strand into punishable territories. so resolving a fight is a long talk at the kitchen table, no man's land so to speak, where all parties air their grievances. the problem is discussed, apologies are said on all sides, and sometimes it doesn't always end in a hug, but it does end in feelings being soothed and bridges mended. no one walks away with hard feelings.

they're not perfect, but they make it work, and because they've put so much time and effort into making their home safe and sane, the whole family in therapy, making active efforts to be nothing like their first "home" true arguments are far and few between, and when they happen they're equipped to handle it. Alicent and Cole are such good parents, their kids love and trust them, theirs so much space to talk and negotiate and handle issues early on that there typically isn't any reason to fight. I think that's what makes them such a good family, cause its so hard for me to picture them actually fighting outside of petty things.

#I genuinely cannot picture this family fighting #like petty things between the kids or teenage angst hurled at Alicent and Criston that they laugh about a few hours later most definitely #they wouldn't be a family otherwise #but I think that real arguments are rare and I love that for them #definitely strived to find the balance between gentle and authoritative parenting so their kids are well structured #handle all of their problems when they were little and now most issues are easy #cyclebreakers fr fr #they're also all mommy/daddy's girls and boys #all their fights are just big feelings that need to be rode out #Aegon yelling at Criston cause he's young and dumb and hurting cause he got his heart broken at school or cause he had to think about #dead dumb dad and his teenage heart is angry and he needs to put it somewhere? I think yes. I also think he cried in his arms a few hours #later and begged for his dad to love him again. cause they're hopeless #Helaena losing her mind at her parents cause she's just so stressed and everything'd out by the world and they just happened to breathe the #wrong way at dinner? again. I think yes. and she felt so bad afterward and goes on a whole vent about school and people and does some DPT #after letting them both hug her really tight so she could calm down #Aemond getting frustrated cause they're “babying” him over the loss of his eye and just ending up a sobbing screaming mess cause he's just #so mad at the world and he doesn't know what to do with himself #Daeron's head getting too loud so he gets super upset and disregulated and starts yelling in his room. not even at them directly until they #come in. he just loses his shit for a minute until he's tuckered out and then he's a mess in his parents arms #teenage angst is a bitch and the source of everyone's problems #alicole #alicent hightower #criston cole #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #daeron targaryen #pro team green #hotd

[buckyalpine]

Still Mine

18+

Ex!Bucky x f reader 

You knew it was wrong. You had no business responding to his texts, still giving him attention after he broke up with you. You’d roll your eyes when you saw his name pop up on the caller Id and then you’d melt at his honeyed voice, finding yourself naked on his bed moments later, desperately moaning as he fucked you like it was the one thing keeping him alive. 

“We-we can’t keep doing this” You stuttered out between moans, the logical side of your brain screaming at you to stop giving into your desires. Bucky snarled against your neck fucking you harder, a surge of jealously and possessiveness coursing through his body.  

“Still gonna fuck you even if you’re married” He growled, angling his hips to fuck you making you squeal out. He rolled you both over so you were on top, his ego inflating as you started to ride him without prompting, your head thrown back as you rode his cock. “That’s right ride my cock, get yourself pregnant, you know I’m gonna fuckin’ fill you” 

You shook your head, too deep in pleasure to respond to him properly, making him more feral than before. He grabbed your hips, making you slam down on him, groaning at the way you gushed all over his crotch. 

“What if the baby looks like me” He smirked, biting his lip feeling you flutter around him, getting off at the thought of him breeding you. 

“Bucky we can’t-  You whined, fighting within yourself, unable to tear yourself away from the way he fucked your heart and soul, you could feel him everywhere, fucking smell him on your skin.

“Then why the fuck are you still bouncing on my cock, huh?” He gritted his teeth, hating every time you mentioned moving on or looking to date. He knew you deserved happiness and he was too fucked up to give it to you but the idea of you actually settling down with another man made him sick. He thought he did the right thing by letting you go but..

“Look at me” He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks, making your lips pout. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as his crystalline eyes bore into you, his voice low, “M’gonna fuck you even if you’re married, you hear me?!” He planted his feet, fucking up into you, letting you fall limp on his body, his balls slapping your ass. “M’gonna get you pregnant in the same bed you sleep in with your husband” He nipped your ear, getting off at the thought of having you no matter what. He’d claim and mark you, always keeping a piece of himself in you even if you moved on. 

“Oh fuck, please” You sobbed, clinging to him, taking every thrust he gave you, letting him spank your ass raw. 

“You gonna keep the baby?” He forced your face away from his neck so you’d look at him, his expression dead serious, as he started to leak in your cunt. “Cause I’m leakin’ right now and I’m gonna fuck you till your round sweetheart, every damn time” 

“Yes James” You let out a wanton moan at the sinful thought of carrying another mans child if you were married to another, shivers running down your spine while your orgasm started to nip at your lust frayed nerves. 

“What if they look just like me, you gonna have a little baby me running around?” His voice was growing shaky, desperate to cum in you and get you pregnant as soon as possible, the thought of you swollen and tired because of him making him feral. You nodded against his skin, unable to speak anymore as you started to cum around his cock, your fluttering pussy making him throb. 

“What you gonna tell your husband, huh sweets? That your pregnant cause of super soldier cock? You gonna pretend it’s his baby? When you’re all tired and achy, your belly so fuckin’ big, you gonna tell him the cum that knocked your pussy up was mixed with the serum, that you need your real baby daddy to take care of you?”

You reeled at the utter possessive filth that spewed from his mouth, read to give him a baby if he wanted this instant. 

“No amount of foot rubs or massages are gonna take the pain away cause you’re carrying the winter soldiers baby, my fuckin’ child in your womb” 

“Gonna knock you the fuck up whenever I want” He started to fuck you harder, holding your hips while wrapping his other arm around you. His lips brushed against yours, swallowing each others moans as he gave into the pleasure of you milking his cock, his heavy balls aching. 

“You’re gonna have my babies, you’re gonna let me fuck you in your home, let me do whatever I want cause I own you-FUCKKK” He stilled, spilling ropes of his cum into you, keeping his cock deep inside you, not wanting a single drop the drip out. You panted, still clinging onto him, sighing at the feeling of his lips pressing against your sweaty forehead. He tilted your chin up to make him look at you, his cock still throbbing inside you. 

“You know that right?” He smashed his lips onto yours for a messy kiss, his way of claiming you again, full of need and words unsaid. “I own every bit of you” 

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[l0vergirlwrites]

make up ; jj maybank

warnings: angst & post-reassurance

you didn’t mean to cause a fight with him, but emotions were bottled up & both of you couldn’t help but let things get out of control. you both yelled, cursed, made accusations & most of all—you both made the other cry a little.

this was the first time you’ve guys have had a big fight before, so neither of you knew exactly how to patch it up. jj had slipped on a sweater before grabbing the keys to his dirt bike, telling you not to wait up for him before slamming the front door shut. you stayed on the couch with your head in your hands, just crying & letting your emotions out before he returned.

you cleaned the dirty plates in the kitchen as the sun began to set, trying to distract yourself as the minutes ticked on.

jj rode all the way to the boneyard & sat in the sand with a scowl on his face, picking up some sand before letting it cascade through his fingers as the wind blew against him.

minutes turned to hours, & it was almost ten o’clock. you both had cooled down by now, so jj decided to ride back home—to you—& attempt to patch things up. you had already showered & washed your hair, coming back to your spot on the couch after changing your tear soaked sweater for a clean pair of pyjamas.

when jj returned, he saw that you left the outside light on for him, making him feel a small ‘pang’ in his chest as he pulled out his keys & unlocked the front door. he took off his shoes, put his keys back in the bowl near the door, turned off the outside light, & slowly made his way into the living room.

“hi” you croaked when you saw him come into view, the light from the living room lamp gave you just enough warm light to see him.

jj took in your form, seeing that your eyes still had a pink shade to them. he felt guilty, & so did you. so you made the first move.

“hey” he scratched the side of his neck, leaning against the wall across from you, unsure of where to move now.

“i know you told me not to wait up… but i thought i’d uh, sleep on the couch so you could have the bed…” your offer was kind, wanting to stay out of his way until you’d be allowed back in, but jj only wanted you to come to bed with him.

he shook his head with sympathy in eyes as he slowly made his way over to you. “n-no, you don’t have to sleep on the couch baby… i thought we could both go to bed… together” your lips formed an “o” shape as you gazed up at him.

“are you not mad anymore?” you asked him, voice a bit quieter than before.

“no,” he shook his head again, kneeling down to be at better eye level with you. “i’m not mad. are you still mad?”

with your eyes glossing over & head shaking “no, not anymore”. you held out your hand from him to take, feeling a bit of relief washing over you once you felt his touch.

“i’m so sorry jay… i shouldn’t have said all those mean things because i was bottling stuff up… i feel so bad—“ you apologized, guilt eating away at your chest as you looked at him—your best friend & boyfriend.

once you were about to start crying again, jj pursed his lips & gently shushed you, sitting next to you & pulling you into his side so he could wrap an arm around you. “i know, i know. i forgive you baby, we’re okay” he assured you, kissing your head a few times as you sniffled into his shoulder.

“i said some pretty mean things too—we both fucked up… i shouldn’t have left though, i should’ve stayed & worked it out with you—“ you shook your head against him, tutting a little, as you looked at him & brushed the few tear stains off your cheeks.

“it’s okay, you—we both needed to cool off before we tried to fix it” you told him, & he later agreed.

taking a deep breath, jj brushed a few strands of hair from your face, not able to hide the sad smile that was forming on his face. “you gotta tell me things instead of bottling them up, it’s not healthy y/n/n” he reminded & you agreed, knowing he was right.

“i’ll work on it, i promise. it just gets so hard when everything is so hectic & then it all explodes &…,” you started to frown, “then i hurt everyone around me…” a sigh escaped your lips again as your fingers fidgeted in your lap. “i’ll be better, i’m sorry”.

pulling your face closer to his, jj kissed your forehead a couple of times, a symbol of his love for you.

“i don’t like fighting with you. i hate it” you mumbled when his forehead touched yours, noses less than an inch away from another.

“i hate it too. i don’t like making you cry” he mumbled back.

“me too” you opened your eyes only too see him already looking back at you.

“we’ll work on this, okay?” he said as he squeezed your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of yours.

“yeah, we’ll work on it. promise” you squeezed back, smiling a little when you felt his hair tickle your forehead.

“come here,” you held his face, pulling jj closer until you were able to press a kiss to his lips, wanting to be as close to him as you could.

your lips moved slow, not in the rush for anything, as you tried to express how sorry you were to him. “i love you, i’m sorry” you whispered against him, your thumbs rubbing along his skin gently as you held him.

he only leaned in again to kiss you, his hands resting on your tucked knee & thigh. “i love you too, & i’m also sorry”.

after a few more kisses, jj decided it was time for bed. “will you sleep in bed with me tonight?” he asked you, giving you an out if you needed it.

you only kissed the corner of his mouth before responding. “yeah, of course”.

with his hand in yours, you turned off the living room light & headed to your bedroom, getting under the sheets with jj & settling your figure beside his to get some much needed sleep, feeling okay because neither of you were going anywhere.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #outer banks #netflix #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow #rudy pankow imagine #obx #obx fic #jj maybank fanfiction #obx jj #jj obx #jj maybank one shot #celebrities

[thelargefrye]

February Filth Fest : DAY FOUR : PUBLIC SEX ... mature one - shot

pairing : outlaw!mingi x f!reader

genre : western au, outlaw au, smut, slight comedy

word count : 2.2k

warnings : language, mentions of crime, weapons (guns), mention of a bar fight, probably incorrect horse things (you've been warned), murder (yn shoots a guy)

smut warnings : unprotected sex, public sex (in an alleyway)

note : a part of a western au that i've been working on since october, so i hope you enjoy this little teaser

honorary tag : @sanjoongie

the town is thrown into a ruckus when an unknown stranger comes into town, but why exactly is he here and what does he want?

DAY THREE ↤ THE OUTLAW ↦ DAY FIVE

you knew something was going on int town when there was several older women gossiping. and not just one group, but several. someone new was in town, but who?

you knew it wasn't hongjoong, because if it was him then he would have come by to see you. not be in town and causing a ruckus.

perhaps it was just a traveler, they usually come through town to get supplies before leaving to the next town.

"miss y/n," a voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn your head to see one of the younger women rushing over to you. you recognize her as eunha and she comes up to you with a smile.

"have you heard about the stranger that arrived in town this morning?" she asked, voice in a whisper and you raise an eyebrow at her. curious as to what she would say.

"is that what all the fuss is about?" you ask and she nods excitedly at you.

"yes! he's got all the other girls swooning over his looks and how mysterious he is. rode into town this morning on a friesian horse and booked a room at the inn," she says and the color of the horse is what catches your attention.

"a... black horse you say?" you ask, tilting your head to the side and she nods her head.

"yeji saw it this morning and said it was the most beautiful friesian she had ever seen. those are so rare to see in these parts, expensive too," eunha says. you knew how rare that type of horse was in these parts, so it shocked you that this stranger would be riding one.

"would you excuse me, eunha, i need to finish my errands for the morning," you say and she nods, bidding you a farewell before rushing back to the other ladies.

"friesian horse, huh?" you say, clicking your tongue before you continue on your way. you'll have to talk to this "stranger" when you get back to the inn.

just as you're about to step into the inn, you halt in your footsteps as you look at the horse tied to the post outside. the horse and you look at each other before the animal lets out a few nays and sighs. it's hoof driving into the ground and kicking up dirt. you couldn't help but feel see red, fist clenching by your side as you recognize the horse.

you let out a sigh before attempting to calm yourself. putting on a smile as you turn towards the inn doors and walk inside.

"welcome back miss y/n, did you get all your errands done?" the innkeeper, sooyoung, asks as you step into the inn you had been staying at for the past three weeks.

"i did! anything happen while i was out?" you ask, walking over to her and hoping she would tell you anything about this stranger that had the town buzzing.

"got a new neighbor across the hall from your room. i would be careful though," she says, leaning closer to whisper the next part, "fella seems a little too suspicious if you ask me."

you smile at, "don't worry, i'm a big girl that can take care of herself," you say and she quirks an eyebrow at you, but doesn't question you.

"if you say so," she says and you smile before making your way up the stairs and to your room.

as you walk up the stairs, you pull the room key from your dress pocket as you reach the end of the hallway. you put the key into the lock and as you unlock the door to your room, you hear a door behind you open.

you open your room door, but don't go in. "you've made quite the ruckus in town," you say and you hear the stranger let out a deep chuckle.

you turn your body to see the stranger standing tall in all his glory as he leans against the doorframe of his room. a smirk on his face and hat tip just enough to almost obscure his eyes from your own.

and then you feel the rage you felt earlier wash over you as you look at the stranger. you drop your basket to the ground before marching over to the stranger and shoving him into his own room. you watch him stumble back, clearly not expecting you to have shoved him. he barely manages to catch himself, hands landing against his bed as he still falls to the floor.

carefully, as to not alert sooyoung, you close the door behind you before turning. mingi opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to cut him off.

"you bastard," you said, teeth clenched tightly together, "you stole my horse!" you yell pointing a finger at mingi who looks at you with wide, shocked eyes.

"i-i didn't steal your horse!" he says immediately, as he tries to ease your anger. it doesn't work.

"then care to explain why the fuck my horse is outside the inn right now, when i sure as hell didn't ride her into town?"

"h-hongjoong said for me to take cher and ride her into town," he says, and you frown at his words but you say nothing. so he takes this chance to continue. "he sent for me to come find you, that he received a letter from yunho giving him info on this new gig."

"new gig?" you question, crossing your arms as you watch mingi stand up and sit on the bed. you takes something out of his pocket before handing it to you.

you read the letter, looking between the paper with hongjoong's handwriting and the outlaw in front of you. you turn on your heel, crumbling the paper up before tossing it back to him.

"you're lucky hongjoong saved you or else i would have shot you for riding my horse," you say before leaving the room. mingi watches as you pick up your basket before going into your room and letting the door close behind you.

its a few days later when you are walking through town near the saloon when hear a number of different shouts and other noises coming from the bar. at first you are startled by the noises, eyes darting over to the town's saloon that isn't a stranger to the bar fights that break out every now and then.

however, this bar fight felt different. mainly because you knew mingi was lurking around and being a wanted criminal in a town that frequented other outlaws and bounty hunters didn't look good for him.

"fuck..." you trail off with a huff as you make your way over to the saloon, crouching right below the window. just enough to peek and see what is going on.

and sure enough there mingi was standing in the center with his pistols out and shooting at whoever is also shooting at him.

at least take cover you dumbass, you think, rolling your eyes. you're about to reach for your own pistol, willing to risk exposing your cover to help him when you hear the neighing and whining of a familiar horse.

turning you see cher throwing her head back and forth, front legs up and attempting to kick at the three men who are... trying to steal her.

"hey!" you shout, taking your pistol out and running towards the three men. "that's my horse you bunch of stealin' bastards, get away from her!"

"now little lady–

you immediately cut one of the men off by shooting a warning shot near his feet making him jump up and yelp.

"i told you to get away from my damn horse! now get, i don't miss my shots and that was your only warning."

then men are quick to look between each other before back at you and you notice one of them attempts to reach for his own pistol and you immediately shoot the man, watching him fall over dead.

the other two run off, leaving their dead buddy and you rush over to cher, to make sure they didn't harm her.

"hey girl, i've missed you. hongjoong and san been taking care of you?" you ask with a smile and you pet the spot between her eyes on her head. she lets out a noise and you laugh before hugging her. "hongjoong at least knows how to take care of you. sannie not so much," you tell her.

"i didn't know you were some type of horse-whisperer," you hear mingi say from behind you and you turn to see the outlaw looking at you with a smile. he looks a little roughed up, but probably nothing that has bothered him before. "also, san was taking good care of her. talkin' to her just like you were," he adds.

"she's a smart girl, he better be talkin' and takin' good care of her," you say matter-of-factly. "he learned from the best after all."

you watched as mingi walked closer to you, and that's when you noticed a cut across his nose. you note that'll treat him later when you get back to the inn – if that was even possible thanks to mingi's bar fight and you killing guy.

"whoa, what happened to him?" mingi asked, kicking the foot of the man that laid dead next to you and cher.

"him and his friends were trying to steal cher, so i took care of him," you tell him, "which wouldn't have happened if you didn't leave her alone to get into a bar fight."

"listen i–

"no, not here. too many ears around," you cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips to shush him. you look around before seeing that no one was around before dragging him to the alleyway nearby.

once the two of you were alone in the alley, that was when you started to yell at him.

"god, how could you be so stupid! starting a bar fight, what if yo–

mingi cuts you off by smashing his lips to yours and effectively shutting you up. you are stunned for a second before you return the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull your bodies closer.

you tangle your fingers into his hair and mingi's hand travel down your body and to your waist. however, before he could do anything you gripped his hair pulling him away from you. he let's out a small cry at the grip you have, the two of you out breath from the kiss.

"don't think this means you're off the hook," you say with a serious tone and mingi hums before he's kissing you again.

his fingers come up to untie your dress before you're hiking up the skirt of your dress and he's undoing his pants. you watch his dick spring out, already more than half erect and you wonder if the bar fight had anything to do with it.

you'll tease him later.

you feel a sort of adrenaline run through you as you realize that the two of you are about to have sex in an alleyway that anyone could possibly see the both of you. mingi pulls your undergarments to the side before he's rubbing the head of his cock between your folds.

the two of you let out several moans as you lean against the wall in order to hike your leg up as mingi pushes his cock into you.

"oh fuck," he says, his hand coming up to move your leg to wrap around his waist as he bottoms out into you. "fuck, so tight."

mingi gives you an experimental thrust and takes your breathy moan and your walls squeezing around him as the go head. and soon he's setting a quick pace, and maybe the knowledge of being in the open is fueling his speed.

the two of you don't say anything other than a few curses here and there as mingi leans down to press his lips against your neck. his cock abusing your pussy that hasn't had a cock in it in almost a month. you were desperate to come and encouraged mingi to go faster.

"f-fuck, mingi– f-fa-faster," you say with a moan, leaning your head against his shoulder as you feel your juices begin to leak down your thighs.

mingi doesn't say anything, instead listening to your pleas in going faster and his moans fill your ears as he goes even faster than what you thought was possible.

"i-i'm close," he says in your ear, thrust getting sloppier than usual and moments later he's stilling inside of you. you feel his cock throbbing inside of you as he fills you with his seed. mingi attempts to ride through his own orgasm to help you reach your own.

you also manage to come with a cry of his name, eyes filling with white spots as your head comes back to rest against the wall. you feel your body go limp from exhaustion as mingi rests his body weight against you and the wall for support.

after several minutes, mingi pulls away from you and brushes away any stray hairs that decided to stick to your face.

he opens his mouth to once again try and say something, but you cut him off before he has the chance, "you still aren't off the hook. wait till we get back to camp."

you then fix your dress, retying it before you're making your way out of the alleyway. mingi can only watch in shock at you before he follows quickly behind you.

"hey wait!"

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“This Is What You Came For”

Based on the scene where Tuk, Lo’ak and Tsireya are being held at gunpoint by Quaritch and his squad. Miles tells Jake to hand himself in otherwise he’ll shoot Lo’ak. Imagine you are Jake. 

Recom soldiers (Quaritch/Lyle/Mansk/Prager/Ja/Lopez/Brown/Fike) x recom-Y/N

WARNINGS: SMUT, Angst, Hurt/comfort, non-con (sorry i love it), gangbang, voyeurism

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I have a big story to tell. My past is long and changed significantly once I arrived on Pandora as a marine soldier. 

I was originally meant to work under the command of Colonel Quaritch but when Jake Sully arrived, I was given the task to help him get used to Pandora. I had my own Avatar already. Before Jake came, I would provide protection for Grace and her team every time we went into the forest to get samples of new botanical species. Lyle would often join us, but he didn’t have an Avatar. 

The day Jake got lost was the same day I left at night to go find him. He was my assignment and I would be screwed if I didn’t find him alive. So while wandering the forest alone, obviously fully armed with guns and knives, I encountered real Na’vi. They were on horseback and brought me to Hometree, to decide whether to execute me. It surprised me because I expected to be dead on the spot but then luckily Jake said he knew me and persuaded Neytiri to persuade her parents not to have me executed. 

I was young at that point in life. But time went by quickly. 

Once problems started to rise I had to make a decision and I chose to turn on my own kind and help Jake save Pandora. 

I fought by his side and we won the battle. But at the time, we didn’t know it would only be the first of many. 

Just like Jake, the clan and Eywa transferred my consciousness from my human body to my Na’vi Avatar.

Now, Jake and I were close friends. I was the aunt to his and Neytiri’s kids and we recently left the forest because the Sky People were back. We travelled to the coastlines and were accepted into a new clan. 

Now, the fight had been going on for a while and Jake was badly injured. Neytiri had retrieved him on her Ikran and flown him to safety because she knew that Quaritch was going after him. Quaritch was hunting Jake Sully, and me, Y/N L/N. 

I rode next to Ronal and Tonowari on my ilu to free Lo’ak, Tuk, and Tsireya. We stopped and I raised my sniper gun, checking to see whether it was safe to shoot one of the other recom’s from here. Suddenly, I heard Quaritch. 

“Y/N, tell your friends to stand down.” he says with a pause. I gasp and I feel my heart sink. He has the kids cuffed and at gunpoint. Half of me wants to go there with the warriors behind me and kill every single soldier, but I know better than to act on emotions. I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t listen…

“You want your kids back?” he asks, knowing the damn answer. “Come out alone.” Quaritch orders. I tense, my ears tipped back. Of course, just like I remembered him. Nothing seemed to change about the Colonel other than his body. I noticed Z-Dog and Lyle on either side of him. I knew they all despised me. But I used to have quite a close relationship with Zdinarsk and Lyle and I were friendly. I guess that gave them more of a reason to hate me. That I chose this planet over everything I had with them. 

“You know better than to test my result.” the Colonel warns, pointing his gun at the back of Lo’ak’s head. My heart is racing. 

I snarl, cursing myself and putting my sniper gun down, knowing it won’t help me now. He kept on talking. 

“I took you under my wing, Y/N. You betrayed me. You killed your own good men, good women. I will not hesitate to execute your kid.” the Colonel snarls. 

I lean my hand in front of me, taking deep breaths to think about my next move. I know I need to listen to him. 

I glanced at Ronal and Tonorwari who were both furious about the recoms taking Tsireya. Then I looked behind me and scanned all the warriors who had joined us. We were enough people to take down the ship, but we couldn’t endanger the kids’ lives. 

My ears droop to the sides and I let my head hang before telling Ronal and Tonowari to stay here and keep the clan away. 

Tonwori warns me that they are killers of Tulkun and that they need to die here and today. I nod, agreeing with him. 

“They came here for me… for me and Jake. That’s what this whole thing is about…” I tell them and Ronal snarls in general anger and frustration. 

“You brought this upon us! You!” she says in a harsh tone and I flinch a little, but I completely understand her anger. 

“Then it’s me who has to do this…” I say and Tonowari gives me a firm nod before signalling to his warriors to stand down. I take a deep breath, looking back at the ship. 

“Offer’s fixin’ to expire…” Quaritch warns me. “What’s it gonna be?” 

My worried gaze turns into a glare. “Check your fire. I’m coming out.” I say, moving my gun back around my shoulder and moving forwards on my ilu.

Neytiri is circling the sky on her Ikran, watching the scene play out. She presses her neck and asks me what’s happening. 

I sigh, feeling my gut wrench and stomach drop. Honestly, I feel a little sick. But I can’t tell her what I’m doing. I don’t have the heart to tell Neytiri. She helped me so much in the past years, I owed it to her to give my life for her children. 

My ilu and I leave the warriors behind us and we dive under the water's surface. 

I see one of the Tulkun nearby and it seems to acknowledge me. It was the outsider. The one that Lo’ak had befriended. I believed his story and he showed me the bond they had. I disconnected my queue from my beloved ilu, patting its neck as a goodbye before swimming towards the Tulkun. 

If they want me to come to them I might as well make my entrance impressive. 

The Tulkun lets me close to it and I hold on to its fin as he pulls me through the water. I look behind me to see the bottom of the clan’s animals and my loyal ilu waiting for me to return. It breaks my heart, leaving it behind, but it was the right thing to do. 

We neared the ship and I moved on to the Tulkun’s back, and hold on to one of the horn-like shapes it has on its head. It swims up to the water's surface and soon, we slowly glide out of the water and in front of the ship. 

Immediately everyone onboard shuffles around and all weapons are pointed at me. I stay, kneeling on its back as it brings me to the side so I can comfortably step on board. I glide my hand over its skin and thank the Tulkun before standing upright and for the first time, I set foot onto the ship. 

I locked eyes with the Colonel, examining him and his team. Their guns remained pointed at me and followed my steps. I stopped, standing in front of them with nothing in my hands. The water was dripping from my body and hair, creating small puddles beneath my feet. 

I shifted my gaze to the kids. They all looked worried but Tsireya and Tuk seemed a little relieved that an adult on their side was with them. On the other hand, Lo’ak looked upset. I saw him shaking his head at me before, he must not want me to give up my life. But I owe it to all of them. I owe it to Jake for helping me escape, I owe it to Neytiri for taking care of me, to the kids who have always been so lovely over the years and to Eywa. I saved Ewya once, but I also brought this upon her. I needed to make it right. 

Quaritch firmly nodded, pressing his lips into a straight line and turning to face me while still pointing his gun at Lo’ak. That angered me. 

“Slowly remove your weapon.” he ordered me and my ears tipped back, showing him clear signs of discomfort. I was about to rid my protection. 

I listened, slowly pulling the strap over my head and arm, holding my gun in my hand before gently throwing it to the side. 

A recom soldier kicked it out of my reach and I glared at him before looking back at Miles. 

“Let them go.” I snarled and he glared back. With some hesitation, he lowered his weapon and signalled something to his soldiers. To my relief, they started opening the handcuffs of the children but still held them by the arms. 

I stood firmly on the ground, my tail flicking around in irritation. I felt protective over them. They needed to return to Neytiri safe and unharmed. 

“Let ‘em go.” The Colonel ordered, harshly pushing Lo’ak away from himself and towards me. Lo’ak glanced around and grabbed Tsireya’s hand before warily walking to me. Tuk couldn’t wait anymore. She was terrified of the soldiers so she sprinted to me and hugged my lower waist, hiding her face in my hip. I leaned down, cradling her body and holding her close to me. My hand stroked her head to try and comfort her in any way possible. 

“Shh Tuk. It’s all okay now. You can go home.” I say in a soft voice, forgetting about all the danger around us for a second. Lo’ak comes around my other side and hugs me too. I hold them all for a few seconds as if we were one family and when Tuk lifts her head, I wipe her tears. 

“Don’t cry Tuk. You are safe now.” I force a smile and press her forehead to mine. That was something that always helped calm her down when she was a baby. It seemed to still work. 

In the next few seconds, I heard the cry of an Ikran and the flap of its wings behind me. I looked up and all soldiers had changed their aim from me to something behind me. 

I just smiled in relief, knowing who it was. 

I turned around and Neytiri had gotten off her Ikran and stood behind me, but luckily she wasn’t pointing weapons at the enemy. 

“Don’t shoot.” I shout, wanting them to know she was here for her children. 

Tuk gasped and ran to her mother and Lo’ak quickly joined her. Tsireya followed Lo’ak. 

I want to walk to Neytiri too but I hear a shout behind me. 

“You take one more step Y/L/N and I open fire.” The Colonel warns. “You’re stayin’ here.” 

I freeze in my step and look over my shoulder to let him know I heard him before turning back to Neytiri. She had put Tuk on her Ikran already and Lo’ak and Tsireya got onto the Tulkun that brought me here. 

Neytiri and I exchanged eye contact and as much as she hated that I was part of the reason this was happening, her gaze softened. She knew what I was doing and it saddened her. She also took to heart that I put her children's lives over my own and gave me a sad smile. 

“I thank you Y/N…” she said in Na’vi. 

I nod, smiling and bowing my head a little. 

“You proved yourself to the Great Mother. It will not be forgotten.”

Her words make me feel proud and I thank her. She walks over to me, in slow strides, her eyes not leaving mine. Now I could see how saddened she was.

Her eyes are just as teared up as mine are.

She pressed her own forehead against mine and thanked me again, for helping her children. Then, she returned to her Ikran, looking at me one last time before taking off. Lo’ak and Tsierya were ordered by her to go, and I waved at Lo’ak slowly. He returned the gesture, also visibly sad and they dived under the water. 

I stared at the open ocean for a few moments before taking a deep breath and turning back to face the Colonel. 

I couldn’t read his expression but it had changed. Maybe seeing me with children had some kind of impact on him. After all, I knew he more or less thought of himself as Spider’s dad. 

Then he signalled something and most weapons were put down. I heard a few chuckles from the soldiers around me who had now encircled me and blocked my exit. They were recoms. The humans didn’t dare get so close. I hiss at one that’s too close for my liking but he just smirks, not moving back. 

“This is going to be fun.” the Colonel says, evilly smirking at me before turning around and leading the way. Almost instantly, a gun is pointed at my head and I am pushed forward, being told to follow him. 

I let out a shaky breath but oblige. At least I wasn’t being held down. 

We entered a large hall which looked like an empty car storage area inside the ship. There was a light in the middle of the ceiling that didn’t reach the dark corners. I sigh. This was probably the last room I was going to see in my life. 

I knew whatever they had planned wasn’t going to go well for me. Then again, I was surprised I was still alive now. Maybe they wanted me for questioning first. 

I heard a few footsteps behind me stop walking and then I heard a voice sternly say, “No humans allowed.”.

There was complaining coming from the humans on board and then the large doors started automatically closing. 

All daylight was now gone and everything seemed dimmer. I was urged to walk to the centre of the room so that I more or less stood beneath the light. 

The soldiers stopped around me, creating a type of wide circle to make sure I couldn’t escape. I assumed the doors were all locked anyway, so I wouldn’t test my luck. 

“Zdinarsk, Warren, go to the deck and help Walker and Zhang.” the Colonel said and they nodded before walking off. I watched Zdinarsk and our eyes met but she left anyway without saying a word. I wasn’t surprised. 

I slowly turn around, scanning everyone. Just to see what I was dealing with. Most of them looked the same, everyone wearing similar attire but something small would always differentiate them. 

Surrounding Y/N stood Prager, Mansk, Fike, Ja(Alexander), Brown, Lopez, Wainfleet, and the Colonel. Their weapons were no longer pointed at her but they still held them firmly, in case she were to try something.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions and you will answer them.” the Colonel says, stepping forward a little and resting his hands on his vest. I turn to face him and glare again. 

What makes him think I’m going to willingly snitch on my family?

“If you refuse, then you won’t look as pretty by the time we’re done.” Quaritch adds, and a bald soldier and a soldier wearing his cap backwards flash metal rods and another soldier cracks his knuckles behind me. I’ve seen them use those on other clans. They shock and electrocute them. 

I recognize Lyle and Brown. 

I frown at his words. He would always somehow manage to catch me off guard. 

When I look back at him, he takes it as an answer to my understanding of the terms and conditions. 

“How does it feel to betray your own kind, Y/N? Your own people.” he snarls and I scoff. As long as I answer I should be fine. What I say is up to me.

“Great.” I reply, staring him dead in the eye. He raises an eyebrow before nodding at Lyle. He steps forward and I feel a cold metal come in contact with my thigh before my whole body is tensed and I flinch at the shock waves running through me. 

I yelp and quickly step away from him, my hand covering where he electrocuted me. I stared at him in shock. He didn’t even hesitate. After years of us knowing each other and that man mindlessly hurt me. 

“Ah! Fuck- ‘in hell…You idiot- I answered the question!” I swear, not understanding why he did that. 

My reaction amused the soldiers. 

“Doesn’t seem to be going that well for you.” Quaritch teases and I look back at him, my eyes furious. God, I hated him. A few men chuckle and I twirl my tail around my leg. Being in the spotlight like this made me uncomfortable. 

“Who’s here with you that we know?” the Colonel asks and my ears flick away a drop of water that fell from my hair. 

I hesitate, not wanting to expose them. But then again, it wasn’t such a secret since they were watching the others leave Pandora after we had won. I hear the shock rod go off close to me as a warning and I jumped before opening my mouth to say something. 

“Most of the science team…” I say, a bit quieter now. He doesn’t say anything and just keeps looking at me. I take it as a hint to elaborate. 

“Dr. Norm Spellman, Max Patel, John, Lily, …” 

“What about Augustine?” Quaritch asks and my frown turns into a blank expression. I stare at him in slight disbelief, trying to find out whether he was serious or not. 

My silence seems to make him uncomfortable. So he signals his soldier to shock me but I answer before he can. 

“You killed Grace…” I snarl at him, the memory paining me. He doesn’t seem upset but he definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that. 

“You shot her… in her stomach.” 

He looked away, not saying anything. 

“But the Great Mother accepted her. Her soul is with Eywa now.” I softly say. He looks back. I can tell not a single person in this room still fully understood the power of Eywa. 

“Grace helped Pandora, unlike you. Eywa will have no mercy on you.”

After what was probably a minute of silence, he continued questioning me. 

“Where’s Sully?” he asks. I decide to irritate him just a little more. 

“Which one?” I reply, smirking. I knew I wouldn’t get shocked because I answered and played it off as an innocent question. 

His ears tipped back and he caught on to my attitude. 

“Answer.” Quaritch demanded. 

“I don’t know.” I say and suddenly I feel the same pain and shock shoot through my body. But this time, it comes from my hip. 

I whine, bending forward and resting one arm on my knee while I regain my breath. I throw Brown a dirty look before returning my gaze to Quaritch. 

“He’s injured. I don’t know where they took him. He could be anywhere.” 

“I feel like you would know where.” the Colonel replies, taking an intimidating step forward. I stand my ground. 

“No.” I simply say and suddenly I feel both rods on my ribs and shock waves hit me again. My knees give out and I’m kneeling on the floor, one arm hugging my waist while the other holds me up.

Quaritch stares me down before sighing and shaking his head. 

“You know Y/N, I used to think of you as my best soldier.” he says and my ears perk up. 

“You were everything you needed to be. I was hoping you’d become Colonel one day too.”  

He was playing mind games with me. I wasn’t going to fall for it. I got off my knees and stood in front of him again. 

“I don’t know why you decided to run off with Sully. But I can see it changed you.” he locks eyes with me again and he looks angry. 

“I didn’t think it would be possible, but turns out you really did become Na’vi, huh?” he continues, almost mocking me. 

“You live with them, talk like them…Hell, look at you. Ya even dress like ‘em.” he growls and I look down at my body. I wore typical female Na’vi clothing. A top which I used to think barely covered my chest and a loincloth. 

I heard some shuffling around me and then Quaritch smirked. 

“Definitely not complainin’.”

The soldiers around me chuckle darkly. I used to be one of them and now they think they can treat me like a minority.

That’s it. He crossed the line. I know exactly what that meant and it was completely unnecessary. 

“Asshole.” I snarl and his eyes widen at my comment. 

“I see you kept your spirit at least.” he grins. “Guess it won’t be as easy to break ya.” 

I huff and he watches me for a while before asking away again. 

“Who do you have the kids with? Sully?” he asks and I look at him confused. Did he not know they were Jake’s and Neytiri’s?

“What kids?” I ask and Lyle takes a step forward but I move out of his way when he tries to touch me with the metal stick again. 

“They aren’t mine.” 

“I’m meant to believe that?” he asks me and scoffs. I’m getting really frustrated here. 

“They’re Neytiri’s… and Jake’s.” I say, knowing they are safe so it won’t matter if I tell them. 

“You don’t have kids? Ya didn’t settle down like Sully?” he asks and I glare at him again. But I know I have to answer so I shake my head ‘no’. 

“Why’d ya give yourself up for them then?” he asks, genuinely. 

“Because they don’t deserve to die. They saw me as one of them.” I coldly replied, still angry about how they were treated. “I on the other hand came here with the intention to kill for our kind. People like that don’t deserve a good life.” 

A few moments of silence.

Quaritch claps his hands together and smirks. “Well then, that’ll just make this even better.” 

I stare at him trying to figure out what he means but I snap out of it when I see Lyle move out of the corner of my eye and I move away again. He huffs out in annoyance. 

“Cut it out, I swear to god.” I say, having enough of this bullshit. But Lyle and Brown both attempt to shock me again this time. I turn around, facing them now and hiss. It just seems to annoy Lyle even more and the next time he tries to hit me with the rod I lose it. 

“That’s it, you fuckin-” I start swearing, grabbing the rod where he’s holding it and kneeing him in the stomach. He lets go, groaning and bending forwards. I immediately upper-punch him in the face and he stumbles back. Behind me, Brown attempts to restrain my arms but I elbow him in the chest, knocking the air out of him and he lets go, taking a few steps back. 

I want to turn around to face Quaritch but now Prager and Ja have dropped their weapons and run forward to try to contain me. 

They seemed to forget that I used to be a marine too. 

Prager wraps his arms around my waist, holding my arms down. I kick myself off the ground in a launch-mode position and then kick Ja in the face, sending him to the ground. When I land on my feet, I lean down, keeping the motion and Prager is more or less thrown over me. 

He lets go and then I see Lyle standing and coming for me again. I just throw myself on him and tackle him to the ground. Lyle manages to hit me in the face but it doesn’t phase me. He rolls us over and tries pinning my arms down but I knee him between the legs and he gives out much easier than expected. 

I roll him around and am now straddling his waist, delivering punch after punch to his face. 

Before I know it, someone grabs both my arms and my braid, pulling me off of Lyle and hurling me to my feet. I struggle and try to set myself free from their grip but I can’t. I’m held tightly in place and pulled against this soldier's body, with my back pressing against his chest. The tight grip on my braid pains me. 

I look up and notice it's Mansk. He removed his glasses and looked pissed off. That was unlike him. Rarely things got to him, he would usually have a neutral stern face with occasional smiles. 

This was new. But maybe, I was the problem. Not like I cared if I annoyed him. Nothing could compare to the hell these meathead idiots put me through. 

Lyle and Brown are helped up and all eyes are back on me. My chest is heaving slightly more than before and I feel the blood running down from my nose. 

Quaritch doesn’t even seem angry. He actually looks impressed. The soldiers that didn’t join like Fike and Lopez are waiting for orders and seem to be expecting a horrible reaction from the Colonel. The soldiers that I did hit on the other hand… those fuckers are out for blood. I mean every single one of them looks at me like they want to kill me. Lyle included. The once goofy dumbass I would work with has his eyes filled with fury. 

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this is how I go down. This could very well be how I die. 

“What? Did you forget I used to be like you?” I snicker, not being able to hold back a small grin. I took down most of them. I was impressed with myself. Damn. Jake would be impressed too. 

Quaritch smirked. I amused him. “Don’t think you’re gettin’ the princess treatment now.” he said. I wasn’t expecting it. Usually, fighting others in combat would earn someone more respect. That didn’t work in this case. 

“Anyway…” Quaritch started again, starting to slowly walk around Mansk and me while the other soldiers watched him. As if they were waiting for permission to kill me and finish me off. “Since you’re ours now and we can do with you as we please…”

My eyes shoot to him and my ears perk up. His words confuse me but they have caught my attention. 

“And you’re Na’vi now so you understand your body… you can help us out.” Quaritch states, stopping and facing me again. His hands are still holding onto the top of his vest. 

My ears tip back when I hear him ask for my help. The last thing I would do is willingly help them. He scoffs at my reaction and Mansk rearranges his grip on my body, making sure to keep it tight. 

“We noticed we get, frustrated, more easily…” Quaritch spoke, pretending as if it were nothing. “And you just happened to trigger that reaction again.” 

I huff, glaring at him again. My body tenses and I try to push myself away from Mansk who just tugs me back into him. 

“How do we contain or… solve that problem, Y/N?” Quaritch asks, taking a step towards me. His tall and built form is almost towering over my slightly smaller frame. I was never small but I never reached their height either. 

My eyes widen and I gulp. Surely he doesn’t mean what I think he does. If they are going through their heat, or rut actually, then only finding a mate and forming tsaheylu can solve that as far as I know. And if that is the case here, I need to leave right now. The last thing I need is to be spiritually connected to these monsters through Eywa. She would probably banish me along with them.

He takes note of my reaction. “I can tell that you know the answer. Why don’t you open your pretty lil’ mouth and share it with us?” Quaritch mocks me and I notice how it spikes everyone's interest. It makes me feel more nervous than angry, to be honest. Nervous and even a little frightened because I don’t know what is to come. 

I myself was nearing my heat cycle, so my pheromones could be stronger but I shouldn’t be due for the next week or two at least. I wasn’t feeling the symptoms either so I should be fine. 

“No? You want to keep it to yourself? Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, sweetheart.” He says, turning away and walking to a chair. He picks it up, bringing it to the circle and sitting on it the wrong way. 

“There’s one rule, squad. You listen to everything I say. If you don’t, you’re out and I’ll deal with you personally.” Quaritch threatened, scanning over his unit. A few soldiers nod while others just look between him and me. 

I notice Mansk has tightened his grip on me and is almost hugging me from behind. If you could call his tight, bruising grip a hug. 

“Understood?” Quaritch asks, wanting to make himself clear. Everyone responds with ‘yes sir.’ and the Colonel nods. 

“Alright then. Deal with her.” he snarls and I hear a few dark chuckles and growls around the room. They seemed to know what to do while I was confused.

Mansk grins behind me and harshly pushes me forwards, almost making me stumble. I yelp and stop before I can get closer to the other soldiers but some of them are already making their way to me, their grins and smirks making me feel small. Almost instantly, multiple hands are on me and suddenly, my knee is kicked in. I whine as my legs give out and I fall to my knees while being pushed down. I feel two hands wrap around my queue and some push down my back, so I’m struggling to keep myself up on all fours. My hands are pulled from beneath me and arranged in front of me and I feel someone lift my waist. 

I protest, curses and swear words spilling from my lips but they don’t faze anyone. I also continue to fight against their grip, hoping to make this as difficult for them as possible. 

Quickly looking around me I notice some soldiers stood standing and watching. Around me, I recognize Mansk, Lyle, Lopez, and Fike.

“Come back here, hot stuff.”  Mansk was behind me, pulling me back by my waist and hips when I tried to crawl away. Lyle was on my side and I assumed his hands were around my queue. Lopez and Fike were holding me down by pushing my back and grabbing my arms. Mansk had wrapped his arm around my tail, holding me in place. 

“Stop fuckin’ movin’.” I heard Mansk growl and my eyes widened in shock when I felt my stomach erupt in excitement and realised my body was positively reacting to their handling. 

Within the next few seconds, someone delivered a harsh slap to my ass and I cried out, arching my back in pain before dropping my head and trying to hide my embarrassed face. 

Lyle chuckled at my reaction, moving to sit in front of me now. He picked up my face into his hand, forcing me to look up at him. I closed my eyes, refusing to meet his gaze. 

“Look at you turning all red, buttercup.” he cooed, and it felt like he was making fun of me. “This ain’t how I remember you.” 

I open my eyes and glare up at him while he just grins. 

Fike’s hands are on the waistband of my loincloth and he looks back to the Colonel for permission. 

“Take it off.” Quaritch orders and the soldier's snicker in response. My eyes shoot wide open when I hear the words and I struggle again. 

“Don’t you fucking dare, I will-” I start threatening but within seconds I feel someone quite literally rip the cloth from my waist. I scream in shock and in pain because the fingers that removed it scratched my skin. I pull my head away from Lyle’s grip. 

His focus seems to have been distracted from my face and shifted to my bare waist. He could only watch his colleague's reactions to imagine what you looked like. Based on their groans and curses, he couldn’t wait to have his turn. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Mansk groaned, resting his hand on my bare hip and Lopez laughed. 

“Christmas came early.” Fike jokes and I hide my face in my arm again. 

Some soldiers standing around came behind Mansk to see and I tried blocking their laughs and jokes out. 

“Show me.” Lyle ordered, becoming visibly impatient. His hand still held my braid while the other pulled me around by my waist. He leaned over to see what I looked like and when he cursed too I wanted to cry. The embarrassment was overwhelming. I’d never had this much unwanted attention and I didn’t know how to deal with it. 

“You better hurry the fuck up. I’m next.” Lyle grinned, looking at Mansk who pulled my hips back to him. I closed my legs and managed to cover myself with my now free tail but it earned me another harsh slap to my other ass cheek. 

“Don’t hide baby. It won’t help you.” I heard Quaritch say and my cheeks heated up even more. I forgot he was still there and he was probably watching the whole thing. The superior I used to look up to was watching and commanding his men to use me. 

My tail was snatched away by Mansk again and Lopez untied the knot I made on my back, holding my chest piece in place. It fell open and I clenched my jaw together, tensing all my muscles. It was pulled over my head and I watched as someone threw it to the side. I was completely naked now. In front of 8 men. 

Hands were feeling up and down my body, squeezing and caressing my bare, burning skin. 

Lyle was back in front of me now, hand holding my face. I didn’t even fight his grip anymore, I just let him hold my head up. 

My teary eyes and flushed face seemed to turn him on even more. 

“You look so pretty, baby. Don’t worry, you’re gonna get what you want.” He cooed and I managed to gather the strength and snarl at him. He knew damn well this is not what I asked for. 

I heard someone unbuckle their belt and shuffle behind me. Before long, my hips were pulled flush against someone else’s bare abdomen. I gasped, looking behind me and whining. I hated how the excitement in my stomach turned into the wetness that was gathering by my core. It wasn’t fair. I needed to stay strong. I wanted to prove to them that I was still strong and could resist as long as I wanted to. But the truth was, my opposing and rebellious thoughts were fading and being replaced with feelings I was denying for way too long. 

Mansk grinded himself against me, feeling my slick on himself. 

“Shit- looks like you’re enjoying this.” he snarled and I shook my head no, my ears strained back. But I was lying to myself at this point.

“Not yet.” Quaritch said and Mansk stopped. “Prep her first.” 

Mansk pulled away and suddenly, someone pushed two fingers into me and I bit down on my lip. 

Lyle was watching my reactions, falling silent and looking almost mesmerised. His ears were pointed forwards, trying to pick up all and any noises I made. Even just your heavy breathing had him feeling fired up.

The fingers inside me started moving and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, fighting the urge to just submit and let them use me. I whine again through clenched teeth and hear how Lyle sighs. 

Luckily it stops before I can fall apart and the fingers which belong to Lopez are removed. 

“Fuck, look at how wet she is.” he says, spreading the slick over my hot skin. 

That’s when I know that I can’t hide it anymore. Hot tears start spilling down my face in embarrassment and I become aware of the fact that I am screwed. My pride is gone. 

��Aw, don’t cry, buttercup. We’ll make you feel good.” Lyle teases me, running a thumb over my cheek and wiping away a few tears. 

“No.” I whimper, trying in one last attempt to keep up my rebellious act but then I feel Mansk line himself up with me and then it’s all over. 

One of his hands is on my tail while the other then tightly grips my waist and with one strong thrust, he’s inside me. I gasp at the stretch and the foreign feeling of intrusion. He mutters a curse under his breath, stilling for a moment. 

“Shit- so tight. I’m only half in.” he says, his tone a little quieter now and a few soldiers laugh. My wide eyes meet Lyle’s when he says only half and Lyle laughs too. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You can take it.” he says, and surprisingly his now softer voice comforts me. He rubs his thumb over my cheek again while Mansk pulls out and with his next thrusts, he pushes even deeper into me. A whimper and a sob leave my lips, but the noises seem to spur him on. He’s getting a reaction from me and that’s what he needs. 

Soon, he’s thrusting in and out of me and it starts feeling good. His heavy breathing and grunting have my stomach erupting in sick butterflies and then he hits a spot inside me that shoots pleasure through me. My tensed figure suddenly relaxes and I involuntarily arch my back and moan. 

The soldier’s heads shoot to me and Lyle looks surprised but the filthy noise makes his grin return. 

“Look at you, taking it like a good slut.” he says and lightly slaps my cheek. It doesn’t even hurt, it just stings a little and manages to keep my head in reality. 

Mansk speeds up his pace, pulling me back against him every time he thrusts forward. I feel another pair of hands move up and down my arched back while the others grope my breasts and play with my nipples. 

Lyle grips my jaw again and takes advantage of my parted lips. He pushes his thumb past them and into my hot mouth. My jaw drops open a bit more and our eyes meet. My half-lidded eyes find his intrigued gaze and I watch his eyes widen as I swirl my tongue around his finger. 

“Shit.” he whispers, unable to stop watching me suck his thumb. Mansk speeds up even more and I moan around Lyle’s finger. 

Hastily, he removes it from my mouth and his hands fly to his belt. I watch as he opens everything, pulling his cammies down his waist swiftly. His toned abdomen, his v-line, toned thighs and huge dick make me moan again. 

Lyle can’t wait any longer and pulls my head to his length, wrapping his fingers around my braid again. 

Without any fucking hesitation, I stick my tongue out and sloppily lick a long stripe from his base to his tip. I keep my eyes trained on his face and watch how his lips are white from how hard he’s biting down on them. 

Next, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his head. He moans and I notice his body shudder. 

Mansk is relentlessly fucking into me and I feel myself get close too. He keeps hitting the same spot inside me and I moan around Lyle. 

In the next few seconds, my legs shake and I clench around Mansk who curses again and rides out my orgasm. My eyes roll to the back of my head and then his hips still with his cock deep inside me. Mansk releases his load, leaning forward and hugging my waist to keep me close to him. My quivering legs slowly slide out from beneath me but Mansk gets up and pulls me back up by my waist. He pulls out with a sigh and Lyle removes himself from my lips. 

“My fucking turn.” Lyle announces, getting up and taking Mansk’s position. Mansk moves to the side, regaining his breath before getting dressed. 

Fike had been jerking off to my sounds and watched how I was being fucked. He finished just before I did and was now getting dressed with Mansk. They both got up, grinning at each other before taking their previous spots and holding their weapons. 

Lyle doesn’t need to wait, he just immediately pushes himself deep into me and starts to fuck me. I moan, trying to crawl away because I’m still so sensitive but he just tugs me back and tightens his grip. Lopez is now in front of me and his pants open too. My vision is a little blurry now, but maybe it’s just my clouded mind. I can’t properly comprehend what’s happening but I sure can’t fight it. I just let it happen now. 

Lyle grabs my thighs, spreading them further apart so that my legs are resting around his. One of his hands is wrapped around my tail while the other is groping my ass. 

I want to moan but then my mouth is filled with Lopez’s dick. I open my mouth as he makes me almost choke and let my tongue trace his veins. Lopez groans, his ears tipped back and fangs bared. Their primal side turns me on. 

"Watch it with those." Lopez growls out, his thumb tracing over my fangs. I don't even get the chance to nod before I'm urged to take more.

I wrap my lips around him, taking him as far into my mouth as possible before hollowing my cheeks. He snarls, responding to the pleasure and slowly moves in and out of me. 

Compared to him, Lyle is fucking the life out of me. The area where the skin of his thighs and abdomen slaps mine has turned red and no longer stings, it's becoming numb.

I moan around Lopez again and because I’m already so fucked out, time passes quicker. Lyle finishes by plunging himself as deep as Mansk into me and cumming. He makes me come a second time because he paid attention to how my body responded to him and applied pressure on my clit to get me over the edge. Seeing my eyes roll back again sent Lopez into euphoria and after they both pulled away and my quivering self was laying on the floor regaining my breath, their positions were taken. 

Strong hands pull me from the ground and back onto all fours. My knees and palms became red and sore. I open my eyes and see Prager, Ja, and Brown kneeling around me.

Brown lines himself up behind me while Ja cups my face, smiling. Prager is keeping me stable and holding me in place so I don’t fall over. 

“I can’t- anymore.” I sob, feeling like a mess. My skin has beads of sweat covering it, my face is flushed and my hips are bruised. The blood from my nose ran down my lips and I can taste the blood. 

Tears are wiped away by Ja and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Prager and Brown look over at Quaritch. 

“She can take it.” Quaritch assures. His voice reminds me of how angry I felt before. Like he would know whether I can or can’t. 

I feel Brown push into me and moan. My slick mixed with Lyle’s and Mansk’s cum is dripping down my legs now. I protest with a whimper, spreading my arms and legs so that I really don’t collapse. 

“Someone’s been fucked dumb.” Ja coo’s but it no longer makes me feel embarrassed. It makes me enjoy it that much more. 

Brown tugs my hips towards him, his tail caressing my thigh as he ruts into me with no mercy. Prager and Ja switch places and Prager is opening his belt in front of me again. I started feeling like I was about to lose consciousness from everything happening around me.

Once Prager rid himself of his pants, I instinctively opened my mouth and he chuckled. His former colleague who beat him in combat was now waiting for him to push his cock into her mouth. 

“Didn’t think I’d ever get to see you like this, Y/N.” he teases but his words just went in one ear and out the other. The other men laughed. 

“Hurry up before she passes out on you.” A voice from one of the soldiers standing called and more snickers followed. 

“Take it easy on her. I’m surprised she’s still standin’.” Quaritch says and I can tell by the way he says it that he’s grinning. 

Prager nods and Brown slows down a little. Then Prager places his tip on my lips, gripping the back of my head and pushing about halfway in. I’m more used to the intrusion so I can take more of him. He bites his lip, pulling out before back slowly advancing a little further in. He’s almost bottomed out and I choke a little, squeezing my eyes shut. Another tear runs down my cheek and Prager moans, his head falling back. 

I hear a few voices around me exchanging words and in synch with Brown’s thrusts, Prager pushes all the way down my throat so that my nose is pressed against his abdomen. My eyes are wide because I can’t believe I’m able to take him so far down my throat. Especially because he and all the other soldiers are so big. 

I hold back a choke and cough a little, swallowing around him which drives Prager feral. He and Brown both still their hips and the soldiers standing around cheer at him and whistle. 

“Shit, she can take it all. Makes me want to have another turn.” Someone says but I’m too distracted to figure out who it is. 

“Not today, otherwise, we’ll lose her.” Quaritch chuckles. 

Prager and Brown both pull out while Ja holds me up now. Brown finishes quickly and then Prager follows. I swallow Prager’s load out of reflex because he is so far down my throat. 

When Prager pulls out I gasp for air and cough, which has a few soldiers snickering darkly. He high-fives Brown as he gets up, but Prager stays kneeling by me to hold me up for Ja. 

“You okay, baby?” Ja asks but I can’t respond. I feel so weak and tired. He lets go of my waist and I slowly sink to the ground. My limbs are almost useless at this point. 

Prager is grinning while Ja takes a bit of pity on me. He carefully turns me around so that I’m laying on my back before climbing on top of me, his arms caging me in. I feel a little less exposed like this at least. He smirks when my eyes meet his. 

“I’ll try to be gentle.” he whispers, taking into consideration how sore I am and how watery my eyes are. 

“Oh god.” someone laughs. “Lover-boy’s fallin’ in love again.” 

Ja’s ears tip back and he glares at the soldier that commented that. 

“Hey. Cut it out and let the man handle things. Someone has to be last.” Lyle stepped in. 

My ears have drooped, and I just watch him. I’m too tired to even turn my head. 

Ja looks at me before undoing his pants. When he slips them down, he checks on me again to make sure I’m still awake. He seems very caring. Unlike the others. It makes me feel safer. It also makes me regret kicking him in the face before. 

Ja takes one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist and then he takes both my hands and pins them above my head with one of his. I don’t even lift a finger in protest. 

Then, he moves his hips forward and slowly enters me. He manages to push all the way in because I’m stretched out from all the others but it doesn’t feel any less good. 

They’ve all been deprived of sexual relief for a long time and now they could finally let it all out. 

He’s about to pull out again when someone comments on something. Ja was about to punch his colleague and take you away so he could have you to himself but the comment stopped his violent thoughts. 

“Damn, look.” Lopez nudges Brown and Mansk, but their eyes are already fixed on your abdomen. Lyle chuckles and even Quaritch now stands up to look. 

Ja is confused and looks down only to be met with one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. He examines the belly bulge, letting go of your thigh and pressing down lightly on your abdomen. 

I whine, closing my eyes and it makes Ja want to claim me as his right then and there. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how good you look right now, babygirl.” Mansk says, feeling needy all over again. 

I whimper, letting my head fall to the side so that I’m not looking at them. 

“Poor girl’s embarrassed. Leave her alone.” Prager jokes and they chuckle knowing you’ve been embarrassed from the second your knees hit the ground. 

“You’re okay, baby. Let me take care of you.” Ja whispered, leaning down to my ear. I look up at him and nod a little in response which makes him smile. 

Slowly and steadily, he pulls out of me. Ja starts gently thrusting into me, his one hand returning to keep my thigh around his lower waist. He rubs his hand along the skin, keeping it in place while he makes sure I feel good too. Every reaction I give him he takes into account and once I arch my back off the ground and into him, he grins, seeing it as a positive response. He speeds up just a little, but not enough to have our skin slapping. 

I whimper and occasionally moan, my eyes fluttering closed. 

He drops his head and licks the skin around my nipples before biting and kissing my neck. 

The kisses surprise me but they piss Quaritch off. 

“Not her mouth. Don’t you dare.” Quaritch orders, sternly. Ja looks up, not seeming happy with the order but still listening. He doesn’t nod, he just returns to kissing my neck which makes the butterflies in my tummy come to life again. 

My mouth drops open as I feel another orgasm start to build up. 

Ja’s thrusts become a little sloppy and he grinds down against my clit every time he bottoms out. 

“You can let go, baby.” he whispers in my ear and I nod again. With the next few thrusts, I’m in heaven. My pussy clenches around him which pushes him over the edge but he rides out both our orgasms. 

His head is dropped in the crook of my neck while we both regain our breath. I can’t even open my eyes, I just go limp. Ja gives my cheek a small kiss before carefully letting go of me and pulling out. Quaritch glares at him before Ja starts getting dressed. 

I just lay on the floor, my legs resting on top of each other with one arm slightly covering my chest. 

Quaritch walks over to me and squats down. He turns my head to look up at him and I notice the shit-eating grin on his face. He watches how my ears tip back and my little rebellion against him amuses the Colonel. 

“You and I aren’t done yet.” he whispers before standing up. 

“Prager, get the towel. Lyle, help the poor lady up.” he orders and Lyle walks over to me, sinking to his knees and pulling me up into a sitting position. Prager comes over and wipes away the mixture of body fluids than ran down my inner thighs. I flinch when he touches my pussy but Lyle comforts me by holding my cheek and rubbing my belly. 

“You did well, buttercup.” he says and I would have scoffed at the pet name which I was now able to comprehend again, but I was mentally absent. 

The towel is wrapped around me and Lyle pulls me to my feet. He’s about to pick me up but to his surprise, I push him away. 

“I can fucking walk by myself, I don’t need your help.” I say. My previous attitude returning amuses the squad. 

Lyle grins. “Go ahead.”

He removes his arms from under my arms and I take a step forward. Almost immediately my quivering legs give out but before I can sink to the ground, Lyle catches me again. 

“Fuck.” I swear and he chuckles. 

“Pick her up.” Quaritch orders and Lyle scoops me into his arms. I cover my face with the towel and don’t protest. 

“What were you saying, baby?” Lyle teased and Mansk chuckled. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I mumble. Lyle grins and starts walking behind the Colonel. The squad pick up their things and make their way to the exit. 

“I want to go back.” I say, only loud enough for Lyle and Miles to hear.

I wanted to go back to my family, but I knew that there was no chance of that happening. 

Quaritch scoffed, stopping in front of the exit doors and tucking in my towel so that nothing was exposed. 

“Not happening. This is what you came for Y/N.” he teased, making sure I was covered before pressing the button and the large automatic doors opened. The daylight hit me and I shielded myself with the towel.

Mansk and Ja walked beside Lyle to keep the people and other soldiers who weren’t recoms away. They felt protective over you. You were their Y/N after all. 

No one needed to know about their business. All they saw was them carrying out a limp, not moving Na’vi. Whether she was dead or alive, they didn’t know.

What the recoms knew was that they were not finished with you and you knew Quaritch still had plans. 

The team knew you from before. They wouldn’t shoot you and dump your body in the water. You were being taken back to their base, where they would take care of you.

(probably won't be able to post for the next 2 weeks, so sorry. I'm learning for finals and have so many assignments due.)

Let me know how you liked it <3 i appreciate all feedback. This took me way too long💞💀

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[pterodactylterrace]

“The Blacks won because it’s Rhaenyra’s bloodline that continues on.”

Ok, first of all, Aegon II made Aegon III his heir. Rhaenyra was dragon chow by then. Rhaenyra wanted the iron throne more than anything else, and she only held power for 6 months before the small folk had enough of her bullshit. Six months. She managed to rule for half a year before she was overthrown, not by a usurper, but by her own people. Clearly, not a good ruler if you can’t even make it a year without getting chased out of your castle.

Second, Rhaenyra’s bloodline managed to fumble the ball two feet from the finish line. It started with Aegon the Unworthy and it ended with the mad king being overthrown just before the long night. Just one more generation was all they needed to last, and they fucked everything up so bad it put the entire world of men at risk. That… that takes skill. You have to actively TRY to fuck up that much.

After the conquest, there was noted to be one “good” king, and that was Jaehaerys. Between conquest and dance, Jaehaerys was noted as being a good, wise king. Aenys managed to have a mob trap his oldest two children in a distant castle right before he died. Then Maegor stepped in. He may have been decent if it weren’t for the brain damage. Most of the things he did before the battle on the hill were either rumors or just not that bad. He was also very against Kinslaying. Imo, one of the worst things he did was punish everyone involved in the Kinslaying in The Eyrie. Seems kind of strange he would dole out such a harsh punishment only to then kill his nephew in a very one sided dragon battle. That was the first thing he did after he woke up, though. Considering he had such a drastic change in personality, we can’t say how his rule would have been otherwise.

After Maegor’s death, Jaehaerys steps in. You know what made him a good, worthy king? Not the fact that he was a male, or could fight, or held the bloodline, or even that he rode the bronze fury. It was because he listened to the council of his queen. Alysanne was the real MVP of his reign. She did more for women’s rights than any other queen. She listened to her people. That is the mark of a good ruler. Walk softly, but carry a big stick. Know when to speak and when to listen.

People who know they have power and control don’t need to constantly remind others. They know. It’s not necessary to maim or murder people for speaking the truth, yet Viserys and Rhaenyra do just that.

When Saera majorly fucked up, they handled it. Not the way Alysanne wanted, by the way. She was sent to apprentice with the Silent Sisters just for sleeping with men while not married. Yet Rhaenyra can have 3 obvious bastards, insult the house with the largest naval force and prove to the entire kingdom that her words mean nothing, and Viserys still declares anyone who calls the strong boys bastards would lose their tongue.

Sorry, what? The Valaryons are one of the richest houses in the realm. They control most of the naval fleet. Maybe don’t make their son a cuckold?

“They had an open marriage!”

NO ONE ELSE KNOWS THAT. To the court and the small folk, Rhaenyra promised to be faithful to Laenor in front of the eyes of the gods, and she very obviously didn’t keep that vow. Why should they trust anything she says as Queen if she can’t even do something as simple as not birthing bastards? That’s what most people don’t realize in the bastard debate.

Whether you can prove it or not, the strong boys don’t look like either of their alleged parents. Like, at all. Even Aegon’s drunk ass could tell shit didn’t add up. Commoners are not going to be any different. They are going to know, and whether they can say it or not, it will still affect how they feel towards her. Can’t keep your marriage vows, why should I believe that you have my best interest at heart?

Because she doesn’t. She is a horrible ruler that lasted less than a year before the small folk rose up and drove her out. She feasted while they starved. It’s that self centered mentality that taints the bloodline and leads to The Unworthy.

Clearly no one learned about not having bastards, and this mofo decided to legitimize them on his death bed. Wasn’t going to be his problem, now was it? He died, someone else has to clean up his mess.

Hmm, not knowing how to clean up your own bastard mess, sounds familiar… oh, like Rhaenyra forcing her father to crawl from his death bed to make sure no one said mean (and true) things about her.

So I’m sorry, what were people saying about her being a good ruler? ‘Cause everywhere I look, I see another reason she should not have ascended the throne.

#hotd critical #hotd thoughts #fire and blood spoilers #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black

[crazyk-imagine]

If I Only Could (Reader lives)

Pairing: Steve Harrington/ Hargrove sister!reader

Characters: Steve Harrington, Hargrove sister (reader), Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson

Briefly mentioned: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Warnings: Vecna, reader “putting” themself in danger, reader saves Max, drama, mentions of Billy, mentions of blood

Word Count: 3,928

A/N: Reader and Steve aren’t officially together but it’s implied that there’s something more

If I Only Could (Reader dies)

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It doesn't hurt me.

Do you want to feel how it feels?

Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?

-

After finding out how to save his friend, the short teen with a techy hacker girlfriend sets the walkie talkie down somewhere (he’ll worry about it later) and rushes towards Max’s backpack, pulling out her cassette tapes, headphones, and walkman. 

He turns back towards the others. “Music. Music. We need music,” Dustin runs back to the others. “What’s her favorite?” “I don’t know,” Lucas answers to his friend with a panicked tone.

-

Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?

You, it's you and me.

-

You reach for a cassette and place it the walkman before handing it to Dustin, “put this on her.” 

Nothing happens, you start to panic more. 

Your heart races, you move closer to your sister. “Max! Max! C’mon,” you shake her shoulders. ‘I can’t lose you too.’

 -

If I only could,

 -

Tik. Tik. Tik.

You turn to find that damned grandfather clock staring back at you. 

The world around you changes into something much dark than before… you know this place, it’s the one that’s been haunting you for the past few days… and that means everything you’ve just done for the past few minutes wasn’t real. 

You turn to look around at any and every noise that comes your way. 

You feel like you’re on the verge of having an anxiety attack, your chest ever so slightly tightens, you take deeper breaths to calm yourself. 

You run around, searching for a way out.

 -

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

 -

Vecna or whatever the kids told you, calls out for you but, in the form of your big brother… 

“Billy,” you whimper. 

Your heart races at the sight of him. It hurts to see him now; he still looks to the same as he did the night he died in the “Mall Fire”. 

Even though it’s not him, maybe you can finally get this off your chest. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Are you?” He steps towards you. 

“What?”

 -

Be running up that road,

 -

“Admit it. Some part of you always wanted me gone. You were tired of me. If I was gone, you wouldn’t have to worry about me messing everything up.” 

You shake your head, tears fall down your cheeks as you take steps back, aiming to distance yourself from the evil bastard. “N- no. You know that’s- Billy knows that’s not true. I was tired of the fighting with our dad, each other, Max, everyone. And I know he was too. All I wanted- all I’ve ever wanted was for us to be happy and for my brother and sister to get along, love each other the way we did.” 

You sniff, wiping your cheek, “I wanted Billy to be happy the same way he was when he rode that seven-foot wave when we were kids.” 

“You’re guilty because you wanted me gone,” Vecna Billy drones on.

 -

Be running up that hill,

 -

“No! That’s not true! Billy knows that!” 

Vecna Billy shakes his head, “you feel guilty because I’m out of the picture and dad ran away so your perfect family picture is ruined, right?” 

“No! NO! The real Billy knows exactly what I wanted! He’d never ever admit it but, he wanted the same thing. I know he deserved to be happy, and he deserved to be free of the shit he got from dad, but Hawkins took it from him. You don’t know Billy like I do, and you never will!”

 -

Be running up that building.

 -

You trip over a hard object, you’re not too keen on focusing on that as you see Vecna Billy’s true hand aiming for you. 

If Vecna gets close to you, you’re a goner just like your brother. 

This fuels you to keep going. 

You can’t stop, you can’t leave Max alone to suffer with her mother. 

Your sister needs you and you need her, and you’ll be damned if you go down without a fight.

 -

If I only could, oh

 -

You stop focusing on the “if you die’s” and work on getting the hell out of there. 

You push yourself off the ground and start running, anywhere you can, if it puts distance between you and Vecna. 

The evil creature takes another step towards you but you’re a few feet away to notice.

 -

You don't want to hurt me,

But see how deep the bullet lies.

 -

You dive to hide behind one of the large statue headstones (right now, you don’t care to analyze if you’re right or not). “You can’t hide from me.” It continues to taunt you; as if you care, you’re praying you can find a way out of this hell.  

 -

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.

Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.

 -

You run away from the area, glancing at the red fog concealing the evil that hides behind it. 

You’re not too focused on yourself or who’s in front of you, suddenly you bump into someone, you look down and find your little sister. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

You hold her by her shoulders, standing tall to hide her. 

“I’m- I-” 

“There’s no time,” you glance around, searching for the creature or any new threats coming your way. 

You look back on the fog to your right before glancing around to see if the coast is clear. “Run towards the red fog.” 

“What?” 

“Run through the fog,” you enunciate for her to understand. “It has to be his area- where he keeps his victims, so you can probably find a way out, right?”

 -

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?

Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

 -

Max shakes her head, tears pool in her eyes, “No, I can’t- I can’t leave you. I can’t lose you too.” 

You cup her cheeks, forcing her to pay attention to you, “you have a better chance at making it out of here than I do. Vecna is focusing more on me than he is you and you deserve to live long enough to find what makes you happy.” 

“Please don’t do this.” 

“Maxine,” you shove her in the direction of the red fog. “I need you to run and run fast.” You exhale when you see her figure disappear.

 -

You, you and me.

It's you and me won't be unhappy.

 -

You sniff before you feel yourself freeze. 

The footsteps are getting closer. 

You take off again, praying that she made it out and she’s with the others.

 -

If I only could,

 -

“Put her headphones on!” Lucas shouts. 

“I’m trying,” Dustin shouts back. 

“Max. Max. Hey- hey. You’re okay,” Steve and Lucas try to reassure her. 

“No,” she shakes her head. “Where is she?” 

“Who?” Steve asks. 

“My sister. She’s- she’s in there. We need to help her.” 

“She’s fine. She’s still near the,” he turns to see that you haven’t changed your position this whole time. “Car. Henderson, give me the headphones.” He holds his out, “Now!” 

Dustin hurries to place the items in his hand.

 -

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

 -

Steve runs to you, using his athletic skills that have been put on the back burner for some time now but, he still has it in him to haul ass to get from point A to point B. 

He stops himself before he can run into you. 

He fumbles with the headphones and almost drops them but is able to catch them and put them on you before your time is up.

 -

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

Be running up that building,

 -

The sight of Max falling down a few feet ahead of you fills you with relief. 

‘She made it.’ A smile stretches across your face. ‘She made it.’ 

“You can’t run,” Vecna says in its true form. 

You gasp, looking over your shoulder to see him getting closer and closer. 

You try to run towards the others, watching as they try to bring you out of the stupid trance, something wraps around your ankle and pulls you back.

 -

If I only could, oh

 -

The music is faint, but you can hear it as you scramble to grab anything to stop you from getting closer to your impending doom. 

You cry out as you see yourself standing there, Steve in front of you, shaking your shoulders. 

-

C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,

-

Max pushes herself out of Lucas’s arms and runs to you. She can’t let you go; she can’t let you die protecting her like Billy did for the two of you. 

If your gone… it’s going to- She calls out for you, taking a deep breath as she gets closer so she can continue to cry out your name. 

Max shakes your shoulders as she stands before you. “Wake up. Wake up! Fight it. I need you to fight it!” 

The others stand behind her, watching helplessly, not knowing if this will work or not.

 -

Let me steal this moment from you now.

 -

‘Focus on the music.’ 

The thing tugging you back, pulls you up. 

Your back slams against the tree like thing you saw his past victims tangled in. 

Your ankles and wrists are the next thing to be tied. You think back to your past experiences and the little knowledge you have, if you can talk to this thing maybe distract it, you can make it out. 

“You only go for one person at a time. Why now? Why try and speed up the process?” 

“You will join me,” he lifts his hand in the air, lingering above your face. 

Your time is running out. 

Your heart rate speeds, you know what’s going to happen. 

-

C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,

-

“She will join me.” 

“No. I won’t let that happen.”

 -

Let's exchange the experience, oh

 -

Your body floats up into the air, out of reach for anyone to try and help you- save you. 

The others call out for you, you can almost hear them. 

Your heart breaks more and more as you continue to lose your breath. 

‘I can’t die. I can’t die. Not now. Think. THINK.’

 -

And if I only could,

 -

The hand slowly inches closer to you. “It’s time for you… to join me.” 

You shake your head, moving it around so it can’t get a hold of you. 

Something- or what you can assume is a piece of the tree wraps around your throat, forcing you to stay still. 

You struggle to breath, the tentacle like thing continues to wrap around your throat, constricting your airway in a similar manner as a boa constrictor would. 

You think back to the night before.

 -

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

 -

You glance away from the sleepy boys on the couch. “You wrote letters for everyone?” You ask your sister, unable to sleep. 

You’ve been watching her scribble down whatever she needed to since the first letter, but you didn’t want to say anything, knowing she had some things she had to get off her chest. 

“Are you gonna judge me, if I say yes?” 

“Of course, not… I just- I hope you didn’t write me a letter.” 

She doesn’t say anything as she puts the letters into envelopes. 

“You didn’t need to do that. There’s nothing you could have said to change the way I feel care about you. I understand the letter to Billy, God knows how many times I wrote something in a journal I found lying around. It did help me, but it only did so much,” you shake your head, wiping your cheeks. “If there’s something you want to tell me. I want you to say it to my face, Maxine.” 

She remains quiet as she sets another letter off to the side. 

You wrap an arm around her shoulder and lean your head on hers. “I’ve been seeing the clock too.” 

She turns to look at you, “what?” 

“I know you heard me.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“It’s Hawkins,” you offer as a weak excuse. 

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know. I didn’t think anything of it. I was too busy on saving up so you could spend the last few years of your teen years living in a nice house. I want you to be happy and I know that everything with Billy has screwed you up for life but, you deserve happiness.” 

You tear up as you reach for her hand, “that’s all I ever wanted for the two of you. Billy,” you take a deep breath, so you don’t start crying. 

Tears trickle down your cheeks at a faster pace. “Billy’s gone and- and I like to think that he’s- that he finally found it. I hope, so much that he’s found his happiness and that he’s not suffering anymore. It was all I ever wanted for him and I’m holding onto that hope for you.” 

“What about you?” 

“What about me?” 

“What about your happiness? What makes you happy?”  

 -

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

With no problems.

 -

“What makes you happy?”

 -

Seeing my sister act like a kid… 

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to scare your friends with that costume,” you lean in the doorway of yours and Max’s shared room. 

“It’s not Halloween if you aren’t scared at least once.” 

You nod with pursed lips, “if that’s what you say.” 

“Oh, like you’re not gonna go and find Steve.” 

You rush into the room, closing the door behind you. “Shh, don’t say his name.” 

“Why? You afraid you say it and he’ll magically appear.” 

“I’m gonna get you.” 

“Afraid I can’t stay any longer. There are candy bars with my name on them.” Max runs by you and opens the door to find Billy standing there. 

“At least let me walk you to the front door, Max,” you say, stopping the staring contest between you and Billy and Max and Billy. 

She shakes her head, “it’s fine.” 

“Max,” you sigh. You smack his shoulder, “why do you have to be such a jerk?” 

“She’s old enough to walk herself to the door.” 

“She is still a child.” 

“She’s old enough to know better.” 

“Would it kill you to be nice to her?” 

He says nothing as he walks to his room, shutting the door. 

You knew he was acting out because of your father again.

 -

My brother having a heart of gold… 

“If he-” 

You shush him. “Nothing is going to happen, alright? He doesn’t hit on me, if anything Steve hits on almost anything with two legs…almost like you.” 

He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke out the window. “I don’t do that.” 

“The looks you get from the moms and girls our age would say otherwise but sure,” you pat his shoulder. “You keep thinking that.” 

He tosses the cigarette somewhere before turning to you, giving you his full attention. “If the king of partying-” 

“I’m pretty sure you have that title now.” 

“Don’t interrupt me.” 

“Okay.” 

“If that dude- I said don’t interrupt me. If he acts like a jerk or makes you upset or cry, I’m gonna hunt him down and kick his ass.” 

The corners of your lips tug upwards, “I don’t think that’s going to happen but, I’m glad to know I have you in my corner.” You slide closer to your brother so you can hug him, “William.” You scramble to get out of the car. 

He leans down to look through the window so he can see where you are as he shouts to you, “I told you not to call me that!” 

“It’s your name.” You chuckle and watch as your “big, bad” brother drives away.

 -

Your sister having friends she knows she can count on… 

Max plops onto her bed with her friend El. 

“Looks like you two had fun,” you comment, flipping your record to the B side. 

“Don’t make this a big deal.” 

“I’m not. I’m happy to see you two had fun, that’s all.”

 -

“Lucas tried to give me a ticket for the basketball game.” Max kicks her foot off the ground, slowly riding her skateboard. 

You nod, “you gave it back?” 

“I’m not in the mood to see a stupid basketball game.” 

You sigh, “maybe next time you can get two tickets.” 

“Why?” 

“So, I can go with you and then we can both cheer for your boyfriend.” 

“He’s not boyfriend.” 

“Okay… but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop caring about you.” 

“What about you and Steve?” 

“Stop bringing him up. You always do this to me. It’s mean.” 

“I asked a question.” 

“And I’m not answering it.”  

 -

The boys asleep on the couch “watching” over her.

 -

Seeing that stupid smile on his face your friends face… 

Steve walks around the register to lean against the counter, “what did I do to see you today?” He smiles, tilting his head to the side. 

“I think she’s here to talk to someone who has decent taste in movies, dingus,” Robin adds, ruining his whole “flirty” vibe. 

He grumbles before moving to restock one of the shelves near the front of the store. 

“He’s been waiting to do that ever since we started,” Robin whispers to you. 

You shake your head and smile, “I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

“You see it every time you walk by him. He gets all smiley and,” she fake gags. “Charming, or at least that’s what he calls it. Personally, I don’t see it.” 

“I think he’s just a smiley person.” 

Steve leans against the counter again, “who’s a smiley person?” 

“Robin.” 

He and you furrow your brows. 

“Really?” he asks. 

“You’ve never seen her in her element?” 

“Oh yeah? And when’s that?” 

You turn to look at her with wide eyes. “When she’s… being herself. Yep.” 

“Really?” The two ask. 

“Yeah,” you become more confident with your answer. “If you can be yourself no matter who you’re with, that’s awesome.” 

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or frightened,” says Robin. 

“Don’t be scared.” 

“I didn’t say scared.” 

“Same thing,” Steve and you say at the same time. 

She chuckles and turns to help a customer. 

“So,” he says, extending the O. 

You turn to face him, “yes, Steven.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Steve.” 

He sees the expression on your face. “You’re messing with, right. Anyway, you have plans tonight?” 

“You know I do.” 

“Max is a strong, independent kid-” 

“If you finish that sentence with “who can take care of herself” your old nickname that involves one of your best features “hair” will no longer be one of your best features.” 

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, he leans in closer to you, “you think one of my best features is my hair?” 

“You tell us-” 

“Her more than me,” Robin interrupts. 

“You tell me that all the time. Of course, I’m not gonna forget that.” 

“What are my other features you find amazing?” 

“Whoa, down boy. I never said that,” you say with a chuckle. “I think it was implied.” 

“Oh, really?” You lean in closer to him. Steve pauses, gulping, “yeah.” He clears his throat to get rid of his voice crack, “yeah.” You pull away, “your voice crack says otherwise, Stevie.” His cheeks flush into a light pink. “Stevie?” You shrug, “I don’t know. It sounds good.” “It does,” he replies with a grin on his lips.

 -

If I only could,

 -

“Fight it!” Max continues to shout. 

“Listen to the music!” Dustin and Lucas shout. 

“Come on. Come on. Come back to us,” Steve mumbles. ‘Come back to me.’

 -

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

 -

You can still faintly hear the song, “Running Up That Hill” echoing all around you as it mixes with Max’s screams, begging you to fight Vecna. 

You can’t die. 

It’s not your time. 

You have to go back. 

“No!” You turn your head and tug your wrists out of the binds. You drop from the tree, almost tripping over your feet. You push yourself up and run, run past the creature, past the other victims. You charge for the opening. 

Vecna continues to use its magic to try and keep you there. 

The ground turns into a red liquid and you know what it is. 

You struggle to run through the liquid the blood splashes around you as rocks, other large pieces of terrain, and sticks fall around you and your path. 

Your lungs burn, cheeks puffing with every breath you take as fear and adrenaline course through your veins, pushing you onward. 

You take large steps, moving your legs as fast as you can, the ache and piercing pain in your side isn’t enough to stop you. 

So, you keep running, for your sister, for your friends (young and old), your survival, and for Billy.

 -

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

With no problems.

 -

You feel arms wrap around you, holding you close. 

It feels like there’s something hard under your legs but there’s something warm and soft behind you. 

You open your eyes and see Max kneeling in front of you. You know you’re sitting on the ground. 

Max can’t wait anymore and dives for you, wrapping her arms around your waist. 

You wrap one arm around her shoulders and your free hand settles at the top of her neck, near the base of her skull. 

The both of you hold each other tightly, both still scared out of your minds. 

You can feel your shoulder get wetter the longer you hug her. 

You sniff, taking in a deep breath as Dustin and Lucas wrap their arms around you, more than relieved to see you here in the land of the living.  

 -

If I only could,

Be running up that hill

 -

“Okay, I need to get up before my ass goes numb,” you say. 

The two young boys push themselves away, brushing the dirt off them as they pretend you all didn’t have an emotional hug. 

Max reluctantly pushes herself off you. 

The warmth you felt behind you disappears, Steve bends down with one arm around your waist, the other holding your hand. “Come on, up you go.” 

Your throbs for a second, you know you stood up too fast. Steve keeps a hold of you, making sure you don’t fall. 

He guides you towards the backseat as the others settle in, Dustin in the front, Lucas and Max in the back. 

“Thanks,” you whisper to him, out of breath suddenly as you glance over at him. 

“What this? Yeah, no problem. I’ll always help you.” He still manages to flash you one of those stupid charming smiles. 

Your lips part ever so slightly, your chest rises with every deep breath you take. 

The driver side door opens and you two hear Dustin. “Hurry up, we need to go find Nancy and Robin. Not watch you two almost make out. Chop chop.” 

“Right,” Steve mutters. 

You sit down beside Max, who immediately scooches closer to you. 

You wrap your arm around her shoulder, resting your head on hers. 

You catch Steve’s eyes in the rear-view mirror before he looks away to start the car and drive to your guy’s next location.

 -

If I only could,

Be running up that hill

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[katsukikitten]

Your roommate Bakugou taking you out on his motorcycle every now and again. Getting you your own helmet and everything. Making you wear his sliding jacket when you're riding with him and even gives you one of his air pods so you two can hear the same songs.

But he never admits how much he likes you. He's lucky the two of you are civil after being at each other's throats for two whole years until Denki dared you two to kiss while everyone was super drunk last year.

A flip switched then, or maybe it was more of a circuit almost closing.

Almost

Not quite but Bakugou was much nicer, made you portions of his own dinner, saying he forgot to do the math to make the recipe for one or even heating your stuff up when you got home from a long day at work.

Although when the two of you rode his bike the past, the future, none of it mattered.

Just the here and now.

Your arms wrapped around his thick middle, using him as an anchor as he skillfully weaved through and navigated traffic. Occasionally he'll tap his fingers over yours or give your hand a squeeze to make sure you're okay and you'll squeeze his midsection back to affirm.

He both loves and hates when you take your arms away from him on a straight away. Leaning backwards but sure to not mess with his balance of the bike. Slowly letting your arms unfurl from your body and let the wind whip through your fingers and limbs. Face towards the sky, watching street lamps and the city sky line blur in long stretched lines while the stars and the moon chase you at a snail's pace.

It's peaceful, feeling weightless, slowly closing your eyes as you let the cooling summer air rush past you. When he's worried you're gone from him too long or a big turn is coming up, he'll gingerly reach back to tap your thigh bringing you back to Earth instead of floating in the moons rays as the stars whisper sweet nothing's you can just hear over the wind and music. Obeying you lean forward wrapping your arms around him and he feels complete again.

Taking the exit off the high way, stoping at the red light as the two of you travel in the city tonight with purpose, to see friends when normally riding was just for the sake of it. Bakugou keeps the bike up with his long, powerful legs, looking over his shoulder with his devil horn helmet to look at yours with cat ears. About to verbally confirm you're still doing okay until a car pulls up beside the two of you.

Men leaning out to bark at how they like the way you staddle the bike and that you can straddle something else. In an instant Bakugou is about to kick down the kick stand and switch off the bike when you hit your helmet with his with a gentle head bump to get his attention. Shaking your head no and although you can't see it you know he glares.

"Lights green anyways." You pretty voice just barely heard before he revs his bike to speed away. You with your middle finger in the air towards the car. Butterflies in your stomach that your hot roommate was willing to get into a fight just because some asshole thought they could cat call you in the most inappropriate way.

Pressing the side of your helmet into his back watching the city blur in streaks of white and red lights. Thinking about the lives of the people's apartments and townhomes you pass. Sighing softly wondering if maybe one day that will be you and Bakugou. Nestled away in a lavish town home down town near friends and family. Until you needed to trade it in for a home in the suburbs, you wouldn't let him give up his bike, selfishly still wanting to ride it again with him one day with your kids under the safe watch of Mitsuki.

A louder sad sigh escapes your lips and you try to keep the tears at bay. It was all wishful thinking anyway.

Bakugou brings his hand to yours on his solar plexus, letting it caress yours for a moment before he gives it a good, tender squeeze. Waiting for you to hug his middle tighter and when you do it sends a rush of heat from his heart straight to his stomach where it flutters like autumn leaves in the sun.

Both of you meaning the same thing but neither of you brave enough to say it aloud.

Love you.

#kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛🖋️ #kitten writes Bakugou #soft bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #this could be jiji too if ya squint 😂

[shortnotsweet]

all bets are off [1/3]

Lucemond High School AU drabble [part 2], She’s All That (1999)

“Am I a bet? Am I a bet, am I a fucking bet?”

“Yes.” It comes out quietly, which makes it all the worse. Luke would have expected Aemond to sneer and look down his long nose at him like the Hightower side of the family had for most of their lives. Luke wishes he would. It would have made it easier. Aemond’s face reflects no relish, or even satisfaction. Instead, it is pale and unreadable. Fitting, perhaps; as it turns out, Luke had read him wrong this entire time.

“Would you have told me before it was over? Before you humiliated me in public?”

The silence speaks for itself.

“Alright,” he scoffs, “that’s it, then.” The bitterness in his voice has an unfamiliar edge, and it sounds mean even to Luke, but it’s right. That’s how he feels. “You played your little game, you had your fun. I get it. It’s over.”

“No.”

“No?”

“It’s not over.”

“It is if I say it is. I don’t want anything from you, and you—you can shut up about debts, or what I owe you. We don’t have to know each other after this.” It’s true; they don’t have any classes together. They run in the same circles but that’s nothing some convenient maneuvering and strategic avoidance can’t fix. Their sides of the family voluntarily meet up for a miserable dinner once every three months and holidays. Luke can make it work.

Aemond’s remaining eye widens and his mouth thins. His face is readable now, at least; he’s livid. In a second, he lunges forward and grabs ahold of Luke’s wrist, trying to drag him back towards himself, to reel him in like he had all those months ago. Luke digs his heels into the ground instinctively, bracing away from the pressure. Luke used to like how big Aemond’s hands were in comparison to his own—the encompassing warmth, the difference in size—but now his grip tightens and locks like a handcuff, squeezing Luke’s wrist to the point of crushing. It hurts. He’s hurting him. Aemond is older and bigger than Luke, he always has been, and now he presses in like a storm cloud blocking out a clear sky.

“Luke, it wasn’t—it started like that, alright? It was like that in the beginning, but not now. It’s different now, I’m not—just look at me!” There’s something frantic in his words, the way he hovers over Luke like his shadow alone will cage him in. This isn’t the first time Aemond has struck the flight instinct in him, or the urge to fight, but it resonates through Luke’s core nonetheless. There is too much of him near. “I would’t have told you because there’s nothing to tell, not anymore.” Luke cranes his neck to peer over Aemond’s shoulder, searching out the best escape route. “It’s not over. You don’t mean that. We just…this is a rough patch, that’s all. It doesn’t matter how it started, it matters what it is. It’s good now, isn’t it? I’m good for you, I can be whatever you need, I’ll keep you happy. You like me, right? I know you do. I know you like me. Just get in the car, and we’ll talk about this later. Not now. Not like this. Look at me, don’t—don’t be like this. Luke.”

“I’m going home.”

“No. It’s late. You’re going back with me.”

“Let go.”

“Not until you listen.”

“Get off of me,” he snarls, launching himself backwards and ripping out of Aemond’s grasp. “Don’t touch me.” Aemond rears back at this rejection.

“Who else is going to do it? Lonely little Luke, eating lunch alone. Stupid, useless, weak. Can’t play sports, can’t speak in Debate Club, Mommy pays his tuition. He almost wets his pants when someone pulls the fire alarm. Who else is going to touch you, other than me?” Aemond’s mouth curls into a grin; he’s done it before, all sly and cruel. It looks ugly. He never changed, did he? How did Luke never see it before? “You didn’t fuck, didn’t drink at house parties, didn’t go to the beach past bedtime—hell, you probably never rode in a car without buckling the seatbelt. You were so eager for it, and I took you so easily. No one else could do that. No one else can touch you now, not like I can.”

It would have been true five months ago. Poor, common-looking Luke, who blended in with the walls, kept his head down, and startled at car alarms. That Luke was surrounded by gems, by brothers and uncles and friends who excelled at something, who carved names out for themselves. The Luke from five months ago would have balked at this, would have shrunk into himself and cowed to the truth. That Luke thought no one watched him, but he would’ve known if he just looked up. The Luke from now knows what the truth is, for the first time, and it’s nothing that comes out of Aemond’s mouth. Luke knows himself better than he ever has, and knows Aemond like he never wanted to before.

“I don’t think that’ll be any trouble, Uncle. Don’t worry about me,” Luke snorts out without thinking. “If I need someone to give me a ride, it won’t have to be you.” It doesn’t. It won’t. “I can buckle my own seatbelt; better yet, someone else can buckle it for me.” The uncle in question stills.

“Say that again.” He blinks, a curious expression settling over his features. “Say that again.”

“I said, it doesn’t have to be you. Other people will touch me. You’re not the only one around here with a working dick and something to prove. You lost an eye, not an ear. I should’t have to repeat myse—” before he can even finish the sentence, Aemond grabs him again, fingers curling over his shoulders like talons. Luke’s breath stops in his throat. Aemond’s face is so close they could kiss. Instead of leaning into it like he might have a few hours ago, Luke cringes backwards. Never again. The wounded expression on Aemond’s face gives him some satisfaction, but then his mouth morphs into a snarl and Luke would bet anything—his mother’s money, his own life, or whatever Aemond must’ve taken when he made that bet in the first place—that both of his eyes are glowing right now. The prosthetic below the patch shines like a jewel in its socket anyway, but the working eyeball in his head works furiously, searching across Luke’s face for something.

“What did you say, you little shit?” Aemond seethes. “Is there someone else? You have someone else, you were thinking about someone else?” he hisses into Luke’s face and furiously shakes him like a child would a broken toy. “Who is it?” he demands, sounding desperate now. “When? Is it Stark? Aegon? Greyjoy, that waterlogged rat? Daeron? Did one of them touch you—did you let them? Did they kiss you? Tell me, you fucking bastard.” Luke tells him the truth.

“That’s not your business anymore.”

“Not my business? Not—hah, not my business?” He’s so angry he’s spitting. “Of course it’s my business. It always has been. You’ve always—always, there’s never been a time when—you little idiot. Don’t you get it? You’re mi—”

Luke slaps him.

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys valeryon #aemond targaryen #mini fic #so basically this would be an 80s romcom where Aemond gladly takes a bet to seduce and humiliate the nephew he has an obsessive grudge on #this is easy bc he's always been so fixated on him he already knows Luke's hobbies interests and little mannerisms #and hes a stupid high school boy who's emotionally constipated #Luke is kinda a nerd but not severely bullied #more like a wallflower #while dating Aemond he gains more confidence and self awareness and leans that hes actually like hot af #and people around him already liked him like. he is ALL that ok. he gets a makeover montage bc that is mandetory #he is also now surrounded by attractive and slightly older guys now and Aemond is FURIOUS fuming seething w jealousy #I might end up writing more of this or an entire story but ngl that is a lot of work #regardless Aemond would be groveling HARD on his KNEES

[djarincore]

The Man You Deserve

summary: Din returns after six months with a big question.

word count: 740

tags: cowboy!au, slight angst. happy ending, suggestive themes, younger Din, gn!reader

a/n: part of my 500 words a day series. the letter is c for cowboy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You here to rob me, Djarin?” You drawled, after peeking an eye open to spot the man blocking your sunlight. You were sitting, lounging against a tree, attempting to take a break from your farm work.  

His worn, leather cattleman shaded his amused expression. Once upon a time, your cheeks would have burned seeing his sweet brown eyes gazing at you, but you were long past those feelings—that was what you told yourself despite the stutter in your chest at the sight of him again. It had been six months and twelve days since you last saw his face—not that you were counting.

“Nope,” he said, easing down beside you with a content sigh and leaning against the tree. His arm brushed yours and you could feel the goosebumps start to rise along with your heart rate. 

Curse your damn feelings.

You crossed your arms, pulling yourself further away from him, and buried your feelings beneath muttered words, “They got a bounty on your head ‘round here. What’re you doing back?” 

“Wanted to come and see my favorite person,” he teased. 

“What part of ‘I never want to see you again’ do you not understand?” You grumbled. You thought your last exchange would be the end of everything. It was heated—tense, angry words were thrown back and forth. Even though the fight ended with the two of you in bed together, he was gone the next morning. 

He shrugged. “Thought you were jokin’.”  

You gritted your teeth and stood, trembling with anger. You hated the carefree smile he plastered onto his face all the time; you wished he would just be serious for once. “You’re a damn bastard, you know that? You don’t get to just show up whenever it pleases you.” 

That was the main reason you fought with him that night. He drifted in and out of your life as he pleased; he rode around with his stupid gang of outlaws and never gave a damn about how much you worried over him when he came back with more scars he wouldn’t talk about. You were tired of waiting for him; you wanted to settle down and start a family.   

“I don’t mean to upset you,” he said and rose slowly as if not to spook a horse. 

“Then don’t come back here again, Din.” Your traitorous voice began to waver as tears filled your eyes. 

His smile finally disappeared as he moved to cradle your cheek. “Come on, now.” He swiped away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek with his thumb. “I swear, I didn’t mean to make you cry by comin’ back here. I just needed to ask you somethin’.” 

“I’m not going with you.”

There was only one question he ever asked and it was never the one you wanted to hear—will you come with me? Your answer was always the same; you had a job on the farm and a sick mother to take care of, more responsibilities than he seemed to understand. 

He shook his head, an uncharacteristically nervous smile slowly pulling at his lips, and released you. “No, that’s not what I was gonna ask.” 

“Then, what is it?” You sighed, soaking up the rest of your tears with your shirt. 

He fished for something in his satchel and pulled something out with his fist wrapped around it. “Now,” he started, “I know you didn’t want me comin’ back and I tried to stay away, but I just couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you, wonderin’ if you got someone new.”     

He unfurled his fist and revealed a shining silver ring. 

Part of you almost didn’t want to believe what you were looking at. “Did you steal this?” You blurted out.

“Huh? N-No, I saved up some money—honest money—and bought it. I came back to ask you to marry me.” 

Before your head could get lost in the cloud of excitement and bliss, you reminded yourself of reality. “But, you have a bounty out for you.”

“I paid it off, starting today I’m a good, honest man—the kind you deserve,” he said proudly.   

You felt tears beginning to well up in your eyes again. This time it wasn’t from heartache. You brushed your finger over the rim of the band and nodded, too overwhelmed to speak again. 

He swept you into his arms. “I promise I won’t let you down again.” 

“I know you won’t.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian #my works

[fluffthecloud]

Their Soulmate

Weasley Twins x Male Reader

Summary: Reader has one big soulmate mark on his back instead of a small one on his arm like most people in Hogwarts. He didn't know why but didn't really took mind to it. Now he got put in Hufflepuff, but somehow became friends with the mischievous twin gingers, mainly because they rode on the train together.

Genre:Fluff

Request: ❌

Warnings: N/A

Notes: This is based off a story on AO3 that had the reader as trans post top surgery. This is a Soulmate AU and at this time people didn't really know what polyamory was so everyone thought you had one soulmate.

Tags: @jasperthechaosgremlin pt. 2 pt.3

Y/N got his letter at any normal age Wizards gets theirs. Though his parents weren't too happy, they were envious. Y/N's parents always wanted to go to Hogwarts but they never gotten a letter, so like any other person that never gotten a letter, they went to another magic school that thought the same things just at a lower level.

Y/N had everything he needed nothing more nothing less, so with a few clothes for weekends and things to do in his free time he didn't have much, plus some money for snacks on the train and if he were to buy anything while at Hogwarts.

He was left at the train station by his parents after they told him where to go, he was a bit confused by this and their behavior after he got the letter. Y/N follows their directions to platform 9¾, and he was a bit confused as he was met with a pillar, a brick pillar. "Oh hello there young man!" A sweet voice said behind him, making him turn around, that's when he saw the gingers.

"Hi." He replied back smiling "am I in your way?" He asked moving slightly just in case he was.

"Oh no you are fine, but are you lost?" The lady asked, "oh where are my manners, I'm Molly Weasley, and these are my children, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny." She pointed at each one. (It took me too long to do simple math to see if Ron and Ginny would be kids or babies around this time)

"I'm Y/N L/N, by any chance do you know how to get to platform 9¾?" He asked hoping to not look like a dumbass and that he kids also got a letter.

"Yeah! You just run through the pillar, and then poff your there at the platform!" One of the twins said, Y/N being unsure which one.

"We got our letter a few weeks ago this is our first year!" The other one said, they really need name tags it would be so helpful.

"It's also my first year." Y/N said cheerfully, "so you just run into the pillar?" He asked looking back at Molly.

"Oh right, you'll miss the train, hurry hurry." One by one the red heads ran through, with you following right behind after saying thanks to Molly.

After getting on the train, you find a cabinet to sit in it was completely empty, so you put you bags in the over hang before taking a seat to silently stare out the window. Not long after you hear some commotion just before the cabinet door slides open to reveal none other than Percy, Fred and George. "L/N so nice to see you again!" Percy chimes, "hope you don't mind us joining you."

"Not at all, come sit." You say with a small smile before looking out the window again. But you soon look back to see the twins fighting for the spot next to you, only for Percy to take it, "if you can't share then neither of you can get it." He said as the two sat across from you.

The train ride was very chatty, mainly the twins trying to strike up conversation with you which worked, you really enjoyed their company. Time seemed to fly by fast because before you knew it you were at you stop, so you got your things and followed the Weasley's off the train.

After the boat ride everyone was now in the dinning hall. Everyone was called up one by one, then it was finally your turn "L/N Y/N!" McGonagall called, which in return you walked right up. You took your seat in the chair that was everyone's attention at that point, which made you feel a bit nervous, which made you forget that you were getting sorted into a house, "HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat yelled, and thanks to being out of it for a minute you jumped and the Hufflepuff table cheered.

As the last of the people got sorted into their houses you made some small talk with the other people at your table. That was over very quickly though because after dinner you were told to follow some person called prefect, apparently they are in charge of us getting to the dorm by lights out. Everyone was lead to their dorms and then it was lights out.

#harry potter #george weasley #fred weasley #weasley twins #hogwarts #soulmate au #soulmate marks #male reader #fred weasly x reader #george wealsey x reader #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins x male reader

[gazpachoandbooks]

Arya and Hot Pie's compilation because their friendship is so important to me

"You better give Hot Pie the sword, Arry," Lommy said. "Hot Pie wants it bad. He kicked a boy to death. He'll do the same to you, I bet."

"I knocked him down and I kicked him in the balls, and I kept kicking him there until he was dead," Hot Pie boasted. "I kicked him all to pieces. His balls were broke open and bloody and his cock turned black. You better gimme the sword."

Arya slid her practice sword from her belt. "You can have this one," she told Hot Pie, not wanting to fight.

"That's just some stick." He rode nearer and tried to reach over for Needle's hilt. [...] The Bull shouted, "Behind you," and Arya spun. Hot Pie was on his knees, his fist closing around a big jagged rock. She let him throw it, ducking her head as it sailed past. Then she flew at him.

[...] By the time Yoren pulled her off him, Hot Pie was sprawled out on the ground with his breeches brown and smelly, crying as Arya whapped him over and over and over.

"Is it a fight?" he asked.

"I guess," said Hot Pie, scrambling on all fours for a big rock to throw. Arya could not believe what she was seeing. She hated Hot Pie! Why would he risk himself for her?

He scooped up the shortsword the officer had dropped. "Who wants this?"

"Me!" Hot Pie yelled.

"Don't be using it on Arry." He handed the boy the sword, hilt first.

"I'm scared," Hot Pie murmured when he saw the one-armed woman thrashing in the wagon.

"Me too," Arya confessed.

He squeezed her shoulder. "I never truly kicked no boy to death, Arry. I just sold my mommy's pies, is all."

"I need to make water," Arya explained.

"Well, use that tree right there." (Hot Pie) pointed. "You don't know what's out there, Arry. I heard wolves before."

The crying girl whimpered and wept, but when Hot Pie offered her a bit of goose she gobbled it down and looked for more.

Hot Pie squatted on the pallet beside her, watching her work. "Where'd you get a good sword like that?" he asked. When he saw the look she gave him, he raised his hands defensively. "I never said you stole it, I just wanted to know where you got it, is all."

"My brother gave it to me," she muttered.

"I never knew you had no brother."

Arya paused to scratch under her shirt. There were fleas in the straw, though she couldn't see why a few more would bother her. "I have lots of brothers."

"You do? Are they bigger than you, or littler?"

More spears flew. Arya yanked down Hot Pie by the back of his tunic. [...] Hot Pie dropped his shortsword when he tried to unsheath it. Arya shoved the blade back into his hand. "I don't know how to swordfight," he said, white-eyed.

"It's easy," Arya said, but the lie died in her throat as a hand grasped the top of the parapet.

"Behind!" Hot Pie yelled. Arya whirled. The second man was bearded and helmetless, his dirk between his teeth to leave both hands free for climbing. As he swung his leg over the parapet, she drove her point at his eyes. Needle never touched him; he reeled backward and fell. I hope he falls on his face and cuts off his tongue. "Watch them, not me!" she screamed at Hot Pie. The next time someone tried to climb their part of the wall, the boy hacked at his hands with his swordshort until the man dropped away.

She never saw how the skinny man got over the wall, but when he did she fell on him with Gendry and Hot Pie [...] Even as she was feeling sorry for him she was killing him, shouting, "Winterfell! Winterfell!" while Hot Pie screamed "Hot Pie!" beside her as he hacked at the man's scrawny neck.

Hot Pie stepped out of the barn. "Arry, come on! Lommy's gone, leave her if she won't come!"

Beneath her tree, Hot Pie barked like a dog. Kurz had told them to use animal sounds to signal to each other. An old poacher's trick, he'd said, but he'd died before he could teach them how to make the sounds right. Hot Pie's bird calls were awful. His dog was better, but not much.

Lommy and Hot Pie almost shit themselves when she stepped out of the trees behind them. "Quiet," she told them, putting an arm around Weasel when the little girl came running up.

Hot Pie stared at her with big eyes. "We thought you left us."

"Where's the Bull?" asked Lommy.

"They caught him," Arya whispered. "We have to get him out. Hot Pie, you got to help." [...] "Anyhow, I don't care what you say, I'm going back for him." She looked at Hot Pie. "Are you coming?"

Hot Pie glanced at Lommy, at Arya, at Lommy again. "I'll come," he said reluctantly.

Hot Pie kept stumbling in the dark and losing his way, and Arya had to wait for him and double back. Finally she took him by the hand and led him along through the trees. "Just be quiet and follow."

Hot Pie ate even better; he was where he belonged, in the kitchens, a round stone building with a domed roof that was a world unto itself. Arya took her meals at a trestle table in the undercroft with Weese and his other charges, but sometimes she would be chosen to help fetch their food, and she and Hot Pie could steal a moment to talk. He could never remember that she was now Weasel and kept calling her Arry, even though he knew she was a girl. Once he tried to slip her a hot apple tart, but he made such a clumsy job of it that two of the cooks saw. They took the tart away and beat him with a big wooden spoon.

"I'm making the morning bread," Hot Pie complained. "Anyhow I don't like it when it's dark, I told you."

"I'm going. I'll tell you after. Can I have a tart?"

"No."

She filched one anyway, and ate it on her way out. It was stuffed with chopped nuts and fruit and cheese, the crust flaky and still warm from the oven.

Hot Pie was told to crumble in the spices as the wine heated. Arya went to help.

"I can do it," he said sullenly. "I don't need you to show me how to spice wine."

He hates me too, or else he's scared of me. She backed away, more sad than angry.

Hot Pie said, "Hoot like an owl when you want us to come."

"I'm not an owl," said Arya. "I'm a wolf. I'll howl."

It made her feel bad to hide the truth from Hot Pie, but she did not trust him with her secret.

Hot Pie shifted his seat. "I know the song about the bear," he said. "Some of it, anyhow."

Tom ran his fingers down his strings. "Then let's hear it, pie boy." He threw back his head and sang, "A bear there was, a bear, a bear! All black and brown, and covered with hair . . ."

Hot Pie joined in lustily, even bouncing in his saddle a little on the rhymes. Arya stared at him in astonishment. He had a good voice and he sang well. He never did anything well, except bake, she thought to herself.

"If I served you a cup of soup full of dead flies, would you drink it?"

"Arry would," said Hot Pie.

"The bread will be better when I make it. You'll see, when you come back. You will come back, won't you? When the war's done?"

[...] Arya didn't know if the war would ever be done, but she had nodded. "I'm sorry I beat you that time," she said. Hot Pie was stupid and craven, but he'd been with her all the way from King's Landing and she'd gotten used to him. "I broke your nose."

"You broke Lem's too." Hot Pie grinned. "That was good."

"Lem didn't think so," Arya said glumly. Then it was time to go. When Hot Pie asked if he might kiss milady's hand, she punched his shoulder. "Don't call me that. You're Hot Pie, and I'm Arry."

There was no use trying to convice the Bull of anything. Still, he was the only true friend she had, now that Hot Pie had left them. [...] She missed him more than she thought she would.

#they grew on each other so much one petty fight after another #they annoy each other to pieces but they were there for the other unflinchingly i miss them so much #they're the epitome of “i can't fucking stand you but if anyone is mean to you i'll kill everyone in this room and then myself” #and i think that's beautiful #arya stark #hot pie #harrenhal gang #riverlands gang #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls

[stealingyourbones]

ok so like I've just had horrible Tall!Jazz brainrot for the past 24 hours because of you and I need to share this. it's a lot too so buckle up

tall jazz is good and all but ya know what would make it even better? werewolf Jazz.

I can imagine Jason just falling all over himself cause this pretty tall lady not only is super strong, smart and bad ass. but she just also regularly shifts into this tall ass wolf creature to rip off people's faces when needed.

I can see Jason being dragged to some type of Ball/Gala thing by Bruce and him kinda lurking around the room to avoid his family and nosy rich people. This just isn't his scene and the only reason he's here is cause B thinks something big is gonna happen while they're there.

Him just casually bumping into Jazz, like they're both distracted and Jason just kinda slams into this brick wall of human being and getting knocked to the ground. Cue him looking up from the floor to this tall buff lady in a sparkly dress, all flustered about knocking him over and him just blue screening cause wow

She just picks him up and sets him on his feet too, like she's so worried she accidentally gave this poor man a concussion cause hes not responding and his soul just kinda leaves his body for a moment

he just kinda blurts out something about being able to die happy now or some other corny crap that makes him lose like all his bad boy edge with her (not that he had very much with how things are going) and she just looses it. it was probably some reference to a book or something they'd both have interest in

She's giggling and blushing, so Jason is like I still gotta chance with her time to pull out all the stops. like it just evolves into him spending the night trying to make her laugh and getting to know her, she starting making references and jokes back and forth with him too. A lot of them are dead jokes too, like while his family gets weird about his death jokes Jazz just starts making her own back.

One of them mentions a younger brother, either one starts first but once they get going it almost becomes a competition with the weirdest stories about their baby brothers, Jason's like yeah one of my brothers regularly climbs in the chandelier to try and get out of going to school and Jazz is like my brother once rode a vacuum, etc. Just going back and forth getting to know each other.

Jason can tell somethings a little off about Jazz, she steps too quietly, her teeth are sharper then they should be and she keeps watch of all the exits here. Jason probably assumes she's a meta of some kind once he notices it all.

While Jazz can just feel the ectoplasm/pit in him making him leminal, she catches his eyes flash green at least twice the entire time they're talking and she can tell he's hiding something. Jazz is just like, oh well not my place to ask this guy if he's died and came back or anything.

Then the thing Bruce was worried about does happen, cause of course it does. probably a fear gas attack in the middle of the ballroom.

Cue the BatFam kinda leaping into action, herding people away from the gas and Jason being with Jazz trying to get her out. Maybe something/someone keeps them stuck there and Jason has a respirator from B but Jazz doesn't so he's trying not to freak out.

Jazz is obviously panicking a bit as she's stuck in the gas, shoulders shaking, breathing a bit too quick and hard. But she just starts slowing her breathing and calming her self down before just growling in rage. just full on animalistic growl and snarl as she stands up straight and gets ready to beat up the bums keeping them locked in there.

Jason trying and failing to keep her from running further into the smoke, watching her as she suckered punches a henchman in the face breaking his nose, and Jason realizing he's so done for.

I could totally see Jazz just full on transforming on the dance floor mid fight or something too, just one moment things are getting a bit too close for comfort for one of the bats and this giant wolf lady in a sparkly dress just one hit K.O.s a guy to keep them safe.

as for why Jazz is a werewolf in the first place maybe she got bit by one, maybe Wulf turned her or maybe a accident in her parents lab infected her. however it did happen she just took it in stride and was like now I can protect my little half dead brother better this is fine by me.

I totally believe that everyone from Amity Park just isn't all that effected by fear gas, like sure it might send them into a panic attack but that's easy enough to work through after facing your own mortality almost every week for the past however many years. Like Amity Park natives have lived and breathed unimaginable fear and horrors for so long they just aren't all that scared of Joker or any other Gotham Rouge.

Anyways I think that's all of the brain rot out now, this was kinda more of a ramble then like an actual prompt so sorry about that lol.

Bro I don’t CARE that it’s a ramble this is fucking INCREDIBLE!!!

It’s wild I was just rambling about Vampire Jazz stuff with some pals and now there’s this. Perfect timing dude wow.

Jazz and Jason just tripping over each other but both are being sickeningly sweet. They’re just happily chatting and mentally fawning over each other.

Werewolf jazz in her cute battle dress taking out Scarecrow goons left and right? Oh man I mean I’d blue screen too Jason I don’t blame ya.

Oh yeah and the second Jason hears that growl he mentally shuts down. He didn’t know something like that could be that hot till now but damn is he gonna go with it cause fuck look at this girl just decimate the bad guys. That’s hot as hell. She winks at him while she dislocates a goons shoulder and Jason just falls even deeper in love

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #tall jazz #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon

[writingsofwesteros]

Hi bae 🫣 I wanna request if you can please do Rhaenyra’s little sister x Criston Cole and she’s stealing him away from Alicent’s grip 👀

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The silk, targaryen red sheets easily began to slip from your bare body that continued to move. “So good..” You whispered your praises to the man beneath you; praises he enjoyed a little too well. It was all too easy to manipulate the guard below you; the Queen’s guard nevertheless. The thought alone had you fluttering around him.

Criston only moaned underneath you as his hands moved up your soft sides. His eyes in awe of you. You were able to fight off the smirk threatening to come over your face. This was going to be so much fun, you thought to yourself. You leaned closer and watched as his eyes nearly fluttered shut.

You brushed your noses together before passionately capturing his lips that he eagerly replied to. You could keep the pleasure from taking over your complete movements; unlike the man below you. Criston had easily fallen into your trap; it would have been pathetic if he was not so cute.

“Princess…” He softly whispered up at you. His eyes are near awe of you as if you were the mother. If the mother was fucking him so good he was forgetting about everything else including his role. “You won’t leave, will you?” You whispered innocently down at him; fluttering those lashes as your walls did the same around his twitching cock.

“I need you to protect me.” Your whispering continued as you leaned closer. Your soft, ample breasts brushing against his muscled chest. Your soft manipulation of him was too easy to even enjoy. At least his cock was good; just as your sister had commented. You could handle that and his pretty face.

He should be so lucky you were not just using his face for your own pleasure. “Yes, I can stay..I will stay.” Criston nearly babbled as his hand moved to your arse now and slowly helped you move against him. You allowed him this control after he was such a good boy for you without him realising. 

His hand slowly moved towards your stomach now and you nearly rolled your eyes. Oh, men, so easy and stupid. You leaned closer and his hot mouth moved to engulf your pebbling, sensitive nipples. “Oh gods…oh..” You whimpered out now as your arse began to bounce; taking his cock in with ease.

“Princess…” A knock was softly placed on your door as your name was called out by your sworn shield. Criston completely stilled beneath you whilst you only stared at the door. Your bouncing only continued as your arse fell down on his legs each time. “Pr…” Criston moved to speak out now.

“Don’t be selfish.” You whispered your warning as you slipped two of your fingers inside his mouth. “Yes, what is it?” You called out, only slightly breathless as you eagerly continued your bouncing. Your soft, ample breasts are a sight for the knight below as his head falls back onto his pillow.

His cock was twitching inside you that nearly had you moaning out as your soaked walls were fluttering around him. “It seems the Queen is looking for Ser Cole, have you seen him?” The question could not be more perfect, you thought to yourself as you rode the knight under you as your pussy was milking him.

Criston could only stare up at you; his eyes wide whilst your smirk was only growing. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You whispered out; louder than needed and you watched as he began to suck on your fingers. “Princess…” Your title was called out and this time you only quickened your bouncing. 

“Yes..I, I saw him…” You moaned. Your legs were shaking as his cock was brushing against your spongy spot with ease. “He’ll be cumming for his Queen soon, I believe.” You cheekily called out and slowly thrust your fingers in his mouth just as his cock moved inside your weeping pussy.

Criston only stared up at you with those big eyes of his when thankfully it seemed the conversation was at an end. “You won’t cum before me, will?” You purred down at him. You slowly brought those fingers of yours from his mouth; his drool falling from them than you leaned in and collected. 

You gagged on your fingers whilst thrusting them just as you rocked your hips. Your free hand moved onto his chest whilst you lost yourself in chasing your own pleasure. “Fuck, good boy..that’s…” You began to call out. Your head falling back as your eyes rolled to. “Fuck! Oh…ug..ugh..oh.”

You squirted around his fat cock; pushing his cock from your weeping pussy as you cried out his name. “Oh gods…fuck,” You moaned with your soaked folds spreading across the length of his cock as you began to move. “Please..I need…” Criston moaned and his hands moved to your hips. 

“No..don’t touch.” You ordered whilst still shaking with the intense pleasure still humming. Criston was just at the edge as you quickened your movements. His fat head brushing against your clit again and again until his cum finally spilled out onto his stomach. “Good boy.” You purred. 

Your hand moved to fist his sensitive cock that had the knight below you nearly shaking. “Shh, you do not want us to be caught, do you?” You whispered down to him. His cum was still spilling out when you lowered yourself back on him. “Oh, my…feels so good..” You pant as he finally bottoms.

“Or do…do you want them to see you like this?” You couldn’t help but taunt as your hands moved to the headboard once more. “You do not need to worry. You are mine now…” You whispered into his ear as your bouncing began to continue. “Hm, going to keep filling me up?” You purred.

You watched as he began to lose himself with a smirk on your face. Oh, you were going to turn him into a little slut that followed you. Your tongue moved over your bottom lip as your eyes rolled back once more. “I’ll drain you some more.” You hummed; your soaked walls milking him already.

#criston cole x reader #request

[smartycvnt]

The Grind

Title: The Grind Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader Prompt: 28. "Do that again." Minors DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving) R WC: 696

"Trust me they will be dealt with my Tribal Chief." Y/n rolled her eyes at Paul's words. The man couldn't fight his way out of anything, and thought so highly of himself to think that he could talk his way out of this. Roman was pissed at everybody who had been out there. Solo had already made himself scarce, but Paul had yet to take the hint. Roman wanted to be alone with Y/n, who knew what her spot for the night was. She needed to relax Roman so that in the morning he could adress the remnants of The Bloodline to figure out what they were going to do. Jimmy and Jey would hopefully be smart enough not to show their faces anytime soon. Y/n shuddered to think about what Roman and Solo would do to them.

"I know they will, but what will your pathetic ass do about it? Get out of my sight, I'm sick of you," Roman told Paul. Paul didn't have to be told more than once this time and scurried off. Y/n smirked to herself as she got up from the couch she had been sitting on and moved over to Roman. "I can't believe that they'd do this to me. I treated them like they were my own brothers. You don't do that kind of shit to your blood."

"Don't think about the twins for tonight. Just, focus on me for a little bit," Y/n said. Roman nodded as he let his eyes roam over Y/n's body hungrily. If anybody else had been in the room aside from Paul, Roman would have snapped at Y/n for how little she was wearing. However, both of them knew that Paul was no threat to Roman when it came to Y/n's attention. Y/n had stated multiple times that she wished Roman would just drop Paul altogether, but Roman was the new "Paul Heyman guy" in WWE. There wasn't much that Paul could do that Y/n didn't think she couldn't manage on her own. She just didn't have as big of a name attached to her just yet, but when she took her rightful spot by Roman after Paul finally overstepped for the last time, she'd be the biggest thing in wrestling.

Y/n placed her hands over Roman's to drag his hands onto her waist. Roman took the hint and pulled Y/n down to grind against him. Y/n let a soft moan out as she started to move along with Roman. Roman watched as Y/n let herself get lost in grinding against him. Roman could feel himself getting harder and harder as the heat from Y/n's legs grew. Y/n reached her hand down in between their bodies and squeezed Roman's cock through his pants.

"Do that again," Roman told her. Y/n did him one better and undid his pants to pull his cock out of them. Roman pulled Y/n's underwear to the side and ran the tip of his cock through her folds a couple of times to tease her. It didn't take much more teasing before Roman felt himself slip into Y/n easily. After that, Roman was able to lean back and enjoy the show as Y/n rode him. She bounced on his cock until she was cumming, and then without hesitation, Y/n moved off of Roman's lap and sank down onto her knees in front of him. Roman's eyes rolled back into his head as Y/n took him into her mouth. His hips rocked back and forth as he fucked Y/n's mouth until he was finished. Roman pulled back and was careful not to make a mess of Y/n's outfit with his cum.

"It will all be okay Roman, I promise," Y/n said as she got up. Roman laid back on the bed with a satisfied smile on his face as Y/n left to clean herself up. He had dug his grave and laid himself down in it, but Y/n would pull him out before they piled too much of the dirt on him.

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