#cw uno mention

[anxiousmillennialcowboy]

the blood omg

"moxley is squeezing the blood out of evil uno's head!"

the horror in Excalibur's voice was mine too

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew dynamite #aew lb #aew liveblog #aew dynamite lb #aew dynamite liveblog #evil uno #mox #jon moxley #moxley #cw blood #blood mention

[instant-delusions]

𝗱𝗼𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝘂𝗲𝘃𝗲 (219)

leo valdez x f! reader

cw: dirty talk, teasing, cursing, penetrative sex, semi-public sex (in cabin 9), mentions of breeding

a/n: iñaki is real life leo, I'm so in love with him also: it's the first of da month 🗣

it was summer - a blazing, hot, skin cooking, thigh-sticking, blurry vision filled - kind of summer in the infamous camp half blood.

leo's playlist mixed with loud drilling inside of cabin 9, as he worked on another complicated project. sipping your cold lemonade, you watched your tan, sweaty, shirtless boyfriend work, biceps flexing and eyes scrunched together in concentration - gods, he looked incredibly hot like this, huffing and groaning at how physically challenging whatever it was he did. obviously your mind started to wander, nibbling on the straw you thought about his head in between your thighs a couple of days ago. oh! or the day before, when you got frisky in the spring but the nymphs caught you... your hands were tangled in his curly hair while he licked and bit your bottom lip...

(y/n)... you loved the way he said your name in that husky voice, deep in thought, you pressed your thighs together for friction. "(y/n)!" leo's voice caught you by surprise, his body was turned away from his project, towards you, with a raised eyebrow. "oh! sorry, I was..." you trailed off, too embarrassed to finish your sentence, you just asked what was up, hoping he wouldn't notice. "what were you thinking so hard about? definently not something you do often." he smirked, of course he noticed. "nothing. oracles. prophecy, maybe?...wait, you-!" he let out a chuckle at your obviously fake answer and made his way to where you were sitting, leaning close to your face.

"hmm..." his breath fanned against your face and you felt him study the flustered expression on it. trying to shift your focus on the song playing instead of the whirling warmth spreading in your stomach, you turned your face away. "y ahola lo grito, quiero ganar much o más zeros, y disfrutar de lo que tengo". feeling a finger underneath your chin, you locked eyes with leo's. pupils blown, pink lips stretched into an amused grin. "and now, are you thinking about omar apollo?" he tsk'd and moved his mouth next to ear, whispering in a low tone; "no, estás pensando en follarme." he kissed the place right below your ear, "right?"

the situation was so intense, sitting on a random bed inside the cabin, you were shaking, panties soaked, with his arms trapping you. trying to hold the eye contact you replied, "what does that mean?" earning you the reward of a soft, low laugh by your boyfriend. "let me show you, princesa."

leo pressed his lips against yours immediately, pushing against your shoulder softly to make you lay down. he was so absorbed in the taste of your lips, catching them again and again with a soft "mhm" sound. dark curls tickled your forehead everytime he shifted his face to kiss you differently, his curious demeanor not leaving him even in bed - a little moan left you, touched by his enthusiasm. leo smiled against your lips with a quiet hum, "pretty." one of his hands started caressing your stomach, snapping the band of your shorts with a finger teasingly. giggling, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and looked up to your mischievous lover. "leo, we can't! not here...", leo fake-pouted in response, "oya, you think I can't be quick?" he cocked his head with such confident attitude, it made you grind your hips up into his. with that, leo sneaked his hand down your shorts to grab your panty-clad ass, moving you against his dick in a self made rhythm. you could feel the outline of his cock through your clothes, the way his head pressed perfectly against your clit with every thrust. you arched your back off the bed, ridding yourself of the shorts and panties in desperation. hearing them fall to the ground, you snaked your hands behind leo's neck, pressing him closer. your boyfriend moaned at the feeling of your naked and pulsing pussy against his sweats, he could feel the way you were soaking the fabric as you moved against him.

biting his lower lip, you moved your hands to his crotch, trailing the outline of his dick in a torturous manner until he threw his head back with an annoyed groan. "f-fuck you." he spat, in a joking way of course, and pushed his hand down his sweats to pull out his aching cock. pre was running down his shaft leo was so hard, his cock sprang against his abs, leaving a sticky trail between the head and his blushing skin. wrapping his calloused hand around it, he made you watch while he fucked his fist, milking the pre to drip down on your lower stomach, quietly moaning into your ear above you. noticing you spread your legs almost instinctively, leo grinned boyishly before moving a pillow below your hips, "whose is this?" you ask, cheeks flushing. your boyfriend shrugged and went back to the task at hand - he positioned his head at your weeping pussy and flourished at the feeling of your heartbeat against his dick. he moved it up and down between your lips, collecting all the wetness you produced for him and plunged in deeply. overwhelmed by the sudden fullness, your mouth fell into a silent "oh", you arched against him and cried out.

"my pretty baby, 'm sorry, tuve que - I had to." the demigod tried to soothen you, running his hand down your ass softly. though he was barely off any better, his cock buried in your tight, greedy pussy, pulsing and milking him mercilessly. it took all of him to not fill you up right there and clean the mess with his tongue. leo felt your thighs twitch against his waist and decided to start thrusting, quickly and deeply. the facade of doing this 'with nobody noticing' quickly melted away at the sound of your wetness squelching against his dick and his balls repeatedly hitting your ass. also, leo was definently not the type to tell you "stay quiet", he loved the way you were shouting his name then, screeching to slow down. his spine tingles when you blabber praises at him as he feels you creaming a ring at the bottom of his cock. "mis dioses" the mechanic whispered while watching you fall apart on his cock without warning, so close to your body he could feel it spasm. his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your pussy almost caging him in, growing impossibly tight in an effort to drain him. with the last of his strength, valdez pulled out to cum on your thigh and watched it drip down onto... somebody's sheets.

a couple of hours passed and you laid in the strawberry fields with leo, fanning yourself aggressively to escape any second of heat. your boyfriend was snoring peacefully next to you, until...

"yo, who FUCKED on my bed???"

#Spotify #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #hoo #leo valdez #leo valdez smut #kinktober #hoo x reader oneshots #hoo x reader smut #heroes of olympus oneshots #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus x reader smut #leo valdez oneshot #heroes of olympus leo #heroes of olympus leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x reader smut #leo valdez x reader oneshot

[crimsonbubble]

Getting stuck in closet with Ghost and your trying not touch him.

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, mentions of alcohol, forced proximity, grinding, nipple play *not proofread, just pure horny

[i may have changed the plot a bit but oh well 🫡🫡 also I don't think I'm gonna make a part 2 so dont ask for one]

MINORS DNI!!

game nights are always... fun. until you end up locked in a supply closet with your lieutenant. how a perfectly chaotic game of uno turned into strip poker and then seven minutes in heaven, you have absolutely no idea. one thing led to another and here you are. sprawled out and straddling your lieutenant in the small and stuffy closet.

"we don't have to do anything if you don't want to, sweets." he's trying so hard not to grab your hips and buck up into you, he can feel the way your cunt pulsed through your tiny sleep shorts. "what makes you think I don't want to?"

ghost looks at you with shocked eyes, praying to any god that you don't feel how much he's throbbing and twitching under his sweats. his eyes flicked from your eyes, to your lips and back up. his hands are desperately trying to stay on your hips, not going any lower or higher until you've given the go-ahead.

you throw caution to the wind, pulling his mask over his nose to press your lips together. ghosts hands hold you down against his twitching cock as he bucks up into you. your cunt is leaving a sticky mess in your panties. you lean into him, pressing your chest to his. ghost trails his hands up your sides, kneading and groping your tits through your shirt. his fingers pinch and tug at your nipple over your shirt, his hips rolling up against yours with each muffled moan that leaves your lips.

there's a loud bang at the door, making ghost tug you behind him as the door opened. "times up, love birds. either join us or have fun." soap had a smug grin on his face as he saw the obvious tent in ghosts sweats, how messy your hair is compared to when you first got locked in there, and how out of breath you two are.

soap left the door open as he walked back to the common room, not before giving simon a knowing smile and throwing you a quick wink. ghost relaxed, letting out a soft sigh. he stood up swiftly, holding out a hand to you. he tugged you up and stepped out of the closet, closing it behind you. ghost looked over your head at soap, looking at him once before he quickly sacked you over his shoulder.

soap let out an airy chuckle, watching as ghost walked back to his room with you. you pressed your hands into ghosts lower back, lifting yourself up to peer over at soap. you gave him a quick thumbs up and smile, to which he swiftly gave one back. price saw the small action, laughing as he took a sip of his drink.

"playing wingman, are ya?"

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley smut #ghost x reader #ghost smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader smut #cod ghost #cod mw22 #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod smut

[sherwees]

cuddle-fuck-later-with-a-side-dish

cw : past arguments,dubcon reaching into noncon bcs of the manipulation part of it , mentions of abuse, reader has cuts and scratches previously inflicted on their body, and just straight fucked shit.

Hendery gawked at you and your boyfriend, Eunseok as he shuffled the uno cards in his hands nearly giving himself a paper cut from his aggression.

This was meant to a friends night not a cuddle-fuck-later-with-a-side-dish night.

He didn't care before but now it was getting to his head, he never even realized he was staring too long until he met with Eunseok's glare.

“Do you have a staring problem, Kunhang?” He ended with a laugh and a punch to his shoulder, he wasn't truly irritated until you joined in with your ugly little high pitched scream-like laughter. It sounded really forced, fucking attention seeking bitch.

Eunseok only said his real name for satirical reasons, did he think that he was a joke?

Some type of fucking loser?

You both didn't even see him as a real friend anymore.

“I'm just wondering when you both would talk to me. It was meant to be a group– hangout.” He hung on the word ‘group’ a bit as his crude eyes only met your own, not that same soft brown from when you first met him only 2 years ago.

“Aye, there's no need to be low. You could even join in.” He snickered as he attempted to punch your shoulder but you flinched, fuck he was going to get you for that.

You felt relieved as there was a sudden buzzing beside you from the couch cushion, Eunseok's light brown strands slightly tickle your nose as he reaches over to grab his phone.

“Ah, babe I gotta take this.” He pecks your lip but it wasn't left with love but with hate. Then, he fleeted towards the hallway and unintentionally slammed a random door. He yelled a “sorry”, at least.

Now, you could only stare at Hendery, focused on shuffling the cards with his skilled fingers as you thought about what you did only a few minutes earlier and the future. Your arms crossed against your chest as your back seeked comfort on the couch behind you.

“Why are you so silent, _______?” His tone seemed slightly sarcastic but you brush it off as over thinking.

“I'm just.. sorry..? For everything I've done." You can't even look him in the eye. You don't even say it as a statement either, it was more of a question. You don't intentionally leave him out, he just doesn't talk and when you confront him, he just denies it and runs away.

He was very.. passing for a person.

“For all those times, you left me out in the cold for hours because of Eunseok, the times where you would put your anger all against me.. Sweetheart, why don't you ever consider my feelings?” His arms slowly wrap around your waist with a squeeze, he lays his chin on your collarbone; his breath tickling your neck. The warmth of his lap brings you comfort as you laid snug against him.

“But Eu-”

You flinch as he raises a finger to your lips then places a sudden chaste kiss, causing you to yank your head away.

“I raise a single finger and you could only flinch away from your true love..” His hand lowers to your inner thigh with a sigh, you could only melt into his touch as he raved on and on into your ear about your ‘fucked up’ relationship whilst he feverishly grinds his hot erection on the curvature of your ass.

He might be correct about your own beloved boyfriend..

All those nights that ended with glass shards either stuck in a cut, on the ground, the bruises on your waist from the times he would pound you on your kitchen counter for hours; ignoring your pleas to stop just because you burnt the peas.

“C’mon and I'll treat you right once and for all? You could trust me right?” He reassured in your ear whilst he fiddled with the waistband of his black cargo pants with a lazy smirk.

You could only whimper a weak yes until he slapped your thigh with a bite at your neck, raising your tone into a scream.

“That's more like it..” He manages to tug his pants down as he gracefully lays you down on his white rug, you could feel your jean skirt slightly bunch. A smile tugs at his lips as your hands immediately attempt to cover the nature of the cuts on your thigh. Your eyes gather with tears once more as he traces your half healed scars with his finger; some blood even caked up on his tip.

“Kunhang, stop.” You squeaked but he only continued, a smile accumulating on his face.

You felt the bile raise in your throat once he swirled a crimson heart on your thigh, the disgust urked you enough to slap his hand away. You were quick to maneuver yourself on your elbows, Hendery's expression turned stoic just as quickly once he landed a harsh slap to your face.

“How fucking dare you?” He practically spat in your face.

“You're fucking crazy, Kunhang!” You attempted to yell but it came out as scratchy, it made you seen weaker as always. Managing to stand with the support of the couch, the pain of your scabs shot down your legs.

“Now I understand why he beats your fuckin’ ass, you stubborn little slut.”

His words shot deep into your soul, you felt choked up from the harshness. Your felt the spit accumulate in your mouth, your lips quivered, you couldn't cry..

“Whatever, I'm finding Eunnie, I'll give you a moment.” You attempt to muster a mature tone even though you used his cutesy nickname but it only comes up as a weak whisper when you shove past Hendery. You heard hurried footsteps behind you but you didn't bother as you muttered all types of curses under your breath. I mean what type of friend fucking does that?

You could only wince as you felt a brute force pin your face against the cold wall, you felt the warm bump of Hendery's erection against your lower back.

“Maybe you could muster up a little nickname for me too, yknow?” He tutted, you could imagine the smirk across his face.

He reached for the button of your skirt as he shoved it off once he heard the clean pop of it as you writhed, attempting to escape.

“Sweetheart, your stubbornness is the main reason why males like him beat on ya’, listen to me and it wouldn't be a problem.” You felt him rub his leaking tip against your unexpecting hole, causing a full twitch in your lower region and you could only grip and grab behind you for his shirt for leverage.

You cried out from the sudden stretch of his girthy cock in your clenched hole, you nearly pushed him out with aid of your slick but it only made him push harder.

“So fuckin’ tight.” He huffed into your neck as his hands found refuge around your waist with a squeeze. His member pulsated and stretched your hole out with every pound, his tip constantly hit your cervix as you ached.

Your cries only sounded like a melody to him and it only brought him closer to release. He then craned his neck to leave bites and hickeys along your the supple skin as you squealed and your legs only clenched together attempting to slow his harsh thrusts. Your ears were burning in embarrassment of the sounds that emitted out of you along with the sounds of his balls clapping against your wet heat along with the slick friction of his girth in your hole. You tuned it out but it only made you realize,

Eunseok was only in the other room... finishing his said call from earlier.

Your head wildly snapped back, attempting to blink your tears away, you scream whispered: “Hendery please!” you worried your lip between your teeth. In an attempt to nudge him away with your ass, he stilled for a second; giving you a sense of relief but only for a second once he slapped the back of your thigh.

“You want me so fuckin’ bad princess, m’ close and you're gonna take it all, alright?” His rasp grunt echoed through your empty head as he set an inhumane pace that'll leave your hole sore for who knows how long, his damp bangs feathering your jaw.

You stumbled over your words as you tried to warn him but the only thing you got in return was the feeling of his warm seed infiltrating your hole and the sound of a door opening.

part 2

#kpop smut #nct smut #smut #wayv smut #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #hendery smut #eunseok smut #riize smut #riize scenarios #eunseok scenarios #hendery scenarios #hendery #eunseok #riize fanfic #wayv fanfic #nct fanfic

[diagonal-queen]

No worries HHH I'm the one who requested 😭😭 the Sibling one,,maybe Dazai's sibling with Fyodor and Chuuya??

hi! of course i can do this for you <3

They find out you're Dazai's sibling

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x Dazai's sibling!gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do Dazai's (arguably) biggest homoerotic enemies react when they find out that their S/O is his sibling?

♡ cw: Mentions of violence, Fyodor is a lil toxic.

note: Imagine reader seeing their brother and Fyodor in prison talking in code and they're like...you can speak Chinese Osamui?? Apologies for errors, hope you enjoy x

Chuuya:

So...he's...not okay for a while. He speedruns the five stages of grief in like two hours and then immediately begins quizzing you lmao

He's mostly just shocked because he would never have anticipated it. If he'd known he'd have already began treating you differently /j

Chuuya is probably constantly mentally comparing you two, like 'oh my god Dazai's so much more insufferable than them' and wondering how you two have such different energy

Also constantly asking you questions about how you deal with him (assuming you're on good terms/see each other often) and makes a lot of sarcastic remarks about it probably

You two like to spend designated times planning ways to break it to Dazai that you're together, but unfortunately this never gets anywhere because he's gonna burst a blood vessel no matter how you tell him lol

You both have semi-regular Dazai-related complaining sessions and they can literally sometimes go on for hours

Sometimes you tell him stories of when you and Dazai were younger and he actually finds them really endearing and funny

Even though Chuuya can't stand Dazai he would never discourage you from maintaining a good relationship with him if that's what you want. In fact he might even try to be civil with Dazai sometimes, just for your sake though <3

Fyodor:

So he mostly just wants to know all of Dazai's secrets. Jokes on you Dostoy- reader doesn't know any of them either!

He's also rather surprised he hadn't figured it out sooner either. He asks you why you didn't tell him and you're like...'babe 😐'

Fyodor still loves you. He gets that you don't choose family, but at the same time he's a tiiiiiiiiiny bit concerned that you might betray him so he doesn't tell you any super important DOA stuff (though if you're dating Fyodor you and Dazai probably aren't that close anyway)

You both agree to just not let Dazai know about this arrangement no questions asked (at least for the time being). He'll probably figure it out on his own but at least you didn't have to break the news yourself!

If Dazai ever did find out and get upset, Fyodor might even reverse uno the trope of 'big brother who threatens sibling's partner' and threaten Dazai himself lmao

If you manage to persuade him (or nag him enough), Fyodor MIGHT just be a teensy bit less sadistic towards Dazai. MAYBE.

That being said he isn't lenient like Chuuya and would prefer if you actively chose him over Dazai

Can he get over it? Ultimately yes he can, but is he secretly very highly disturbed by such information? Yes. Wait for it to hit him that if you two get married then he and Dazai are brothers-in-law...

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #bsd fanfic #bsd fanfiction #bungo stray dogs fanfiction #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky #fyodor x reader #headcanons #bsd headcanons

[jaegersdevil]

boyfriend!eren headcanons pt. 4

you asked, i delivered <3

cw: mentions of reader being a mother, mentions of sex (mdni)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 5 / masterlist

bf!eren takes you to a carnival and wins ALL the prizes because he is competitive (this man is winning against literal 10-year-olds). he even won you a goldfish! in a bag!

bf!eren is now *technically* a dilf :/ & you are the mother of a fish (or the milf to eren's dilf (gag))

bf!eren taps the bag (and eventually the glass of the fish tank) like the girl from finding nemo

how bf!eren managed to secure a pet is beyond you (at least he can't throw a fish like a basketball 🥲)

bf!eren gets heated when he plays video games :/ poor jean gets the brunt of it most of the time, but it's not his fault he's bad at cod :( (it's the controller!! it's shit!!)

bf!eren wears a chain with a charm of your initial (RAHH)

bf!eren holds the charm between his teeth in concentration, when he's anxious, during sex (if you're not tugging on it to bring him closer—which drives him insane)

bf!eren wears cologne and NOT body spray because he is not 14 (although he only started wearing the more expensive stuff because you gave it to him as a birthday present <3)

bf!eren has these slippers ok. you got matching ones. they're bear slippers and they are giant and he looks so cute in them (but he wears the dilf ones connie got him MORE)

bf!eren LOVES peppermint hot chocolate and ignores the hate he gets from mikasa because he feels ~fresh~ after he drinks it

bf!eren holds your hand every single chance he gets, and if your hands are full, his arm is over your shoulders

bf!eren will pull your hoodie strings together if your hood is up to stop you from talking so he can kiss you

bf!eren once left a hickey on your forehead because he 'forgot' he was kissing you there and not on your neck?????

bf!eren has the back to the future trilogy on DVD, and they play on a loop on his TV every weekend (so megatron, the goldfish, doesn't get lonely.......)

bf!eren goes for runs and will take his shirt off halfway and tuck it in the back of his running shorts (i'm talking like 20km runs twice a week because he's insane like that), so he gets back to your apartment (not his own) all sweaty and red, and his chest (😳) someone get YOU some water........

bf!eren is allowed to get absolutely plastered at only one! party a month (his own rule because of basketball season)

at these parties, bf!eren is known for getting on top of tables (with connie (see their unhinged activities from summer bf!eren) & from that point on, they run the show)

bf!eren hosts boys nights with connie, jean, and armin, but you, sasha, and mikasa come too because you're a part of the boys

expect mario kart on these nights where bf!eren sabotages jean (who is suspiciously good at the game considering his cod reputation) so you can win <3

if it's a 'no tv' game night (which armin implemented because he sucks at mario kart), poker is a hit along with uno, which both included real-life money because it was 'more fun' (mikasa introduced the idea), which the boys loved, until it was later removed because the boys are sore losers!!!!!!!! (turns out mikasa cleans up in poker)

ok, back to bf!eren

bf!eren sings to you serenades you in the car (loser <3)

bf!eren has bon jovi on vinyl ☝️☝️

you wear bf!eren's spare jersey to his basketball games

bf!eren points at you when he gets the game-winning goal (which is surprisingly almost every game??)

bf!eren's chain under his basketball jersey with his hair tied back and a thin headband, tape on his dodgy shoulder......... oh lordy

bf!eren makes you wear his jersey while he's fucking you dumb after a win 😋

bf!eren gifts you a necklace with his initial on it on your anniversary (matchy matchy 🥲 (i'm going insane))

#basketball eren is coming...... soon #i will be expanding on him a lot #eren jaeger #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager imagines #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #— ann writes!

[asterdisaster06]

It Will Come Back

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

summary > hand to hand combat with an overly touchy simon

word count > 1.3k

cw > suggestive, but not explicit. romanticizing of yandere tendencies

a/n > Open ended one-shot, may come back to it if inspiration strikes

ao3

There’s something off about him. Simon Riley. Or Ghost as he’s known to his teammates - including you. Not off on the field or in training. Not off in the way that he shoots or reloads or checks over his weapons before the mission. Not off in his work ethic or the way he kills. Off in the way that he’s oh-so-domestic towards you. Indirectly, of course. In a way that you can’t prove when you tell someone that his behaviour irks you. What could you tell them? That you swear you can see him lurking in the shadows, stalking you, or that your personal things always seem to disappear? You’d seem aloof and distracted if not downright insane. 

And forget mentioning how kind he seems to you. Offering to lace up your boots or god-forbid, help you train. The small touches across your back or hands still make you shiver. There’s also the small gifts that appear on your bed, the very same one in the locked room, mind you. You’ve changed the locks at least a dozen times before Price told you to stop wasting time and resources. It made you want to scream before you began to question if the captain was in on it. You had brought up concerns before and they were conveniently brushed off. 

Of course, that was a completely absurd thought given the fact that you never named the perpetrator that was making you uncomfortable on your very own base. Even still, you would’ve thought that Price would have done more than simply question you. Every time you’ve brought it up he says that he’s ‘handling it’ so you stopped asking after a while. It elicits a sense of unease at the fact that you seemed to be on your own regarding this issue. 

The way he looked at you scared you almost as much as facing down the barrel of a loaded gun - something that you’ve done more times than you’d like to admit. It’s not as if you had a grudge against the man - far from it. You used to admire him as a Lieutenant and wanted to be close to him, worked to become close to him. That’s how you ended up on the 141 task force. A part of you still does, admire him that is. You’re unsure of exactly when this Stockholm-esque syndrome began, but there’s something in you that wants Simon in the same carnal way he wants you. The same way a rabbit begins to accept its fate belongs in the claws of the wolf. Thinking back on it all, you were beginning to regret your moxy. 

“Did you forget we had training today, love?”

This is exactly the shit you were talking about. Not that anyone believes you, nor did you have the confidence to tell them. Not after the last incident. You had met your wits end and basically begged Laswell to transfer you. Obviously, some grounds for your repositioning was required - which was where it went wrong. You had no solid evidence, a very good track record on the team, and Simon had knocked on the door as soon as you were about to explain yourself. If you had thought he wouldn’t have been able to weasel his way out of you screaming fraternisation at Laswell you would have shouted it all around base. That’s the lowest point your pride had ever been at. Turning tail and running wasn’t your proudest moment, but there was a certain threshold before fight turns into flight. 

“Princess?”

God, you hated that name. You couldn’t even hold it against him as it was your unfortunate callsign. You had never despised it this much before coming to this godforsaken place. You huff and shove yourself up from the couch - grumbling about missing the Uno game going on between Soap and Gaz.

“One more word out of your mouth besides ‘yes sir’ and it’s ten laps,” Simon glares at you.

You’re convinced he only makes you do laps because it allows him to stand and watch. Not like you can prove it, and sometimes he does run with you, but it feels almost impossible for that not to be the case. A little rabbit and the big wolf. 

“Yes sir,” You sigh.

“Atta girl.” His words send a shiver down your spine.

It’s always hand to hand combat with him. Always. You suppose it’s better than him micromanaging your shooting stance. A shiver passes through your body at the thought of him gripping your body and manipulating you however he pleases. Becoming pliable for him to mould into the perfect soldier. No, the perfect pet. At least this way you have a chance to fight back. A small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that Ghost probably likes the struggle. The power imbalance. Another one insists that you like it just as much if not more. You choose to ignore that last one. 

“Considering your performance on the last mission, I find it imperative that we work on your skills regarding escape,” Simon says sourly.

This was complete bullshit and you knew it. Biting your tongue like you’ve always done is becoming harder by the day. He’s referring to how you - under his orders - infiltrated a side hallway and got apprehended by two guards. Two guards that you had not been made aware of - you should have been considering Ghost himself had travelled that hallway not long ago. Of course, Simon rushed in to save you, ever the shining knight in armour. 

“Your only goal is to overpower me, by any means necessary,” Simon speaks, and you can almost hear the mirth through the baclava. It makes your hackles raise in fear of what this entails. 

Despite your on guard position, you somehow end up with your back on the floor. Your hands are roughly pinned above your head - an almost delightful strain running down your spine causing you to shiver under his grasp. His thighs entrap yours with his hips harshly pressed into yours. A shaky breath of air escapes your lungs at the suddenness of it all - nevermind how close your Lieutenants face is to yours. This wasn’t exactly how you expected to end up on your back for him, but you’d take what you can get. 

A moment of hesitation costs you your comfort as one of Simon’s gloved hands moves down from your wrists to your neck - gripping it tight enough to restrict some blood flow, but not air. It makes a soft whimper escape from you, your body keen to betray you. 

“Seems like someone’s enjoying this a little too much,” Simon chuckles, his eyes dark. 

“Fuck you,” You seeth, an escaped hand digging it’s claws into his collarbone. 

“Sorry, Princess. That’s off the table,” Simon grunts, almost amused.

You quickly turn on him, shoving him off of you and pressing a knee into his abdomen with the other one entrapping him in a similar fashion that he had done to you. Your hands keep his shoulders pinned to the ground, not taking any chances. 

“You know damn well that’s not what I was-” You’re cut off by Simon lifting one of his thighs to meet you, making your brain short circuit. 

“What was that?” You could hear the smugness in his words. 

“I’d say I won that, so there’s no need for this to continue,” You spit out, quickly retracting yourself from him. 

“If you say so,” Simon says, giving up weirdly easily. 

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” Simon starts, standing up to tower over you. “Unless you had something else on your mind?”

“One thing.”

“Anything,” Simon whispers, and you’re unsure whether his tone elicits more excitement than fear.

“Admit to Price and yourself that you’re being a creep,” You hiss.

“Whatever do you mean, love,” Simon mocks.

“It was worth a try,” You huff, turning your back on him and walking off.

#ao3 #cod fic #cod mw2 #fanfic #mw2 141 #cod 141 #mw2 #simon ghost riley #fluff #military inaccuracies #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #suggestive

[codfanficedits]

In another universe.

CW: ANGST.

Me mourning all my friendships that could've been lol. If the tagging is wrong, please let me know!!

Fem!reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

In both universes the two of you started off as friends. Two new recruits, both joined the army, both had a good reason. In both universes you had found a friend you could share everything with, your deepest secret, your trauma, your fears. Ghost’s broad chest would be a rock of strength on a stormy sea of drunken tears. And you’d be his. You’d be playing uno with him and he would casually mention his childhood. You ending up crying for him.

In another universe Ghost would never let a girlfriend get come between the two of you. He’d tell the girl to piss off when she requested you’d stop being so close to him. The two of you would laugh about it when you’d share a bottle of whiskey later that day. He’d steal little glances at you, and you’d be to oblivious to notice the real reason of him pushing away that girlfriend. Your days and night would be filled with little hang out sessions, sometimes even a five minute talk on the shooting range. He’d come run next to you when your training required you all to do some laps. He’d find every excuse there was to talk to you.

In this universe you Ghost let a girlfriend come in between him and his best friend. Pushing you away every time you tried to hang out with him. Choosing a girlfriend over you, again, again and again. Until he got dumped and suddenly he’s your best friend once again. In this universe all you can feel is a ribbon of loneliness cutting through you, but you desperately cling on to the friendship you once knew. To the people the two of you once were. Every morning you wake up is a reminder of another lonely day and every afternoon you find yourself longing for that cup of tea and a gossip session.

In another universe the two of you never stopped your little gossip sessions. You’d spent hours and hours sipping on hot tea as the two of you leaned close to share some steamy, juicy news, soft giggles escaping you when Ghost would tell you the most outrageous stories about Soap, Gaz and Price. In return you’d tell him all the tea you’d gotten from all the other female soldiers, leaving his jaw hanging about all the nasty details you’d share. In that universe you would be able to read his eyes as your own, no words being needed to tell a story. You would be what he needed after a long mission, after a rough day, a bad night of sleep. Your presence enough to heal the hurting child inside of him. In another universe you would have little competitions with Ghost. The two of you always trying to one up the other, but it would never go to far. In this life you’d be the first to have your arms around him to congratulate him on his promotion. You’d be the first to drag him to the bar and drink yourself stupid in his honour. You’d be the first to proudly call him lieutenant.

In this universe his promotions stings you. He had always tried to one up you, but you were better. That promotion had belonged to you and he took that from you. You didn’t have it in you to be happy for him. So you faked a smile every time someone brought it up. You would refuse to call him lieutenant, after all you were his friend, no need to call him by his rank. In this universe you could feel yourself go bitter and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

In another universe the two of you would get into a fight and talk it out. The two of you would be stubborn, expecting the other to apologize first, the both of you forgetting what the fight was about. But Ghost would never let you go on a mission while you were still mad at him, or when he was still mad at you for that matter. So you’d feel two strong arms being wrapped around you, picking you up to take you to an empty room. “You’re not leaving until you can smile at me again.”

You’d give him the most horrendous smile you could muster. The type of fake smile a child would give their parents when posing for a picture they didn’t want to be taken. Your eyes pressed shut too hard, your nose scrunching too hard, and your lower jaw sticking out.

It would cause a silence, following with loud laughter. Two strong around being wrapped around you again. “Stop being mad at me and I’ll never threaten to trade you for a cup of tea ever again.”

In this universe the two of you would get into a fight and the both of you would be too stubborn to talk about it. Allowing each other to go on mission while a sharp tension fills the air. You had forgotten why you were mad after a day, Ghost had forgotten why he was mad at you too. All he knew was that when he looked at you, a feeling of annoyance filled his chest, allowing him to scoff every time you looked his way. In return you would roll your eyes every time you could hear him speak. You hated the fact that he was your lieutenant and you weren’t afraid to let him know. A satisfied smirk on your face every time he would make a mistake, even a simple mispronunciation would be enough to satisfy your anger towards him. Eventually the two of you had to talk about it. Being forced on a mission together, the helicopter flight being awkward and full of tension, but the two of you made it safely to the mission, and even though there wasn’t a spoken word, the mission went well. On the flight back Ghost couldn’t hold it in anymore, being sick and tired of your smirk when he dropped a pen. “Why do you have to be such a bitch?” “I don’t know, you do you have to be such a fucking twat?” A loud scoff and the narrowing of his eyes behind his mask. The venom drips from his words when he mentions your worst fear, the one you told him when he still felt safe. Your blood boils and it causes you cross a line. “You’re just like your father, Simon.”

In another universe the air wouldn’t be filled with tension when you and Ghost were in the same room.

No in another universe you’d be laughing at stupid jokes between the two of you. You’d be giving each other playful glances during a mission debrief. You’d drink tea together and share the latest gossip you could find on base, you’d grow closer and closer every day, until he finally steals a kiss from you, and another one, and another one.

But in this universe, there is no intentional eye contact. In this universe your gaze is met by two cold eyes, staring into your soul. No other interaction except from a occasional; “Just like my father, huh?” But his voice is never louder than a soft hiss, as if he is taunting you. In this universe you lay in bed every night, wishing to go back in time and change this. In this universe you go to sleep, wishing to wake up in another universe.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod mwii #cod x reader #angst #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost angst #light angst #angst with a happy ending #one shot #cod fanfic #fanfic #fandom

[gingerjunhan]

falling asleep with xdinary heroes

☆彡 ahh this is my first work! I hope you all enjoy it!

word count: 1,108 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: mentions of stress w/ gunil, mentions of overworking w/ ode, vague mentions of eating? (ode brings you snacks), lmk if I missed any!

goo gunil

He noticed that work has been stressing you out lately, so he invites you over to his place

Very determined to help you have a fun, relaxing evening

No talk of work allowed 🫵🏻

It’s movie marathon night!

Greets you at the door with a tight hug and probably some flowers (because you deserve them and he loves to see you smile)

“I got you something…”

Made his bedroom extra cozy- tidied up, extra pillows and blankets, lit a candle or two

Your favorite food has been ordered and it’s already on the way

There’s also ice cream in the freezer

Once your food has arrived and you both get comfortable, he lets you pick the first movie

Hours pass of just the two of you enjoying each other’s company, and you’re starting to doze off

About halfway through the third movie Gunil excuses himself to use the bathroom, and when he comes back you’re fast asleep

He can’t help but to stare at your sleeping form

For the first time in a while, you looked totally relaxed (and not to mention: super cute)

Climbs back into bed with you, pulling the blankets over you both, placing a kiss on the top of your head

“Sleep well, my love.”

Finishes the movie so he can tell you about it in the morning

kim jungsu

He stayed at practice late one night, so you decided to pay him a visit

You find him alone in a practice room

He looks tired, but his face lights up when he sees you, greeting you with a sleepy smile

“Hi honey!”

Invites you to come sit on his lap

Wrapping your arms around each other, you ask him about his day

After some talking, he gets back to work with the song he was working on, telling you, “just ten more minutes and we can go home.”

Ten minutes turns into 20 minutes

20 minutes turns into half an hour

And you’re getting sleepy

Between the soothing feeling of his breathing, the scent of him and his cologne, and the sounds of his keyboard, you’re falling asleep in a matter of minutes

Jungsu notices almost immediately

He feels bad for keeping you out so late, but he can’t help but giggle at you

He quickly finished up the line he’s working on- writing it down so he won’t forget it- and he wakes you up with a kiss on the cheek

“Lets get home hmm? It’s pretty late.”

kwak jiseok

You’re hanging out in xh’s dorm after one of your monthly game nights

You were all on the floor sitting around a messy pile of Uno cards

After Ode beat you all twice in a row, everyone decided to call it quits for the night

You had your head in Gaon’s lap, enjoying his presence and the current conversation that flowed through the room

Gaon started to run his fingers through your hair, and just like that

You were asleep

If he could’ve melted into a puddle, it would’ve happened right then and there

The others make fun of him for how hard he’s blushing

He tells them to be quiet so they don’t wake you up

By doing so, he wakes you up

Feels bad for waking you :(

Offers to let you spend the night with him in the dorm

“You can sleep in one of my shirts if you’d like.”

oh seungmin

You have been swamped with homework lately

Spending most of your free time reading, writing papers, or studying

He hates it

Yes he wants you to work hard and be successful but

You could be spending that time with him

He brings you snacks/ meals while you study

He brings you a snack one evening and finds you asleep at your desk

His heart breaks a bit because this means you haven’t been getting enough rest

He puts your snack down and wakes you

“C’mon baby, it’s time for bed.”

You try to convince him to let you finish your assignment, but your arguments are futile

He drags you over to your bed, pulling back the covers and making you comfortable

He then crawls into bed with you, pulling you close to him

“Your assignments can wait, you need to rest.”

You can’t argue back because you just feel too cozy!

You pull yourself closer to him, finally letting sleep take over

He smiles softly at you, quietly keeping you company until you wake up or he falls asleep himself

han hyeongjun

Jun Han has been dying to show you the new anime he’s been watching, and a rainy Saturday afternoon is the perfect time to do so!

You’re laying together on his couch, wearing one of his hoodies (that he totally didn’t leave at your place “on accident”)

You’re about four episodes into the show, and your eyelids are starting to get heavy

You tried your hardest to stay awake, knowing that he was excited to watch this show with you

But the way you were surrounded in him

The scent of his hoodie, the sound of his laugh, his heartbeat, the way his fingers traced shapes on your back as he wrapped his arms around you

All of this mixed with the pleasant background noise of his show mixed with the rain outside

You found yourself losing the fight of trying to stay awake

When he notices at the end of the episode, he can’t help but smile

He turns the tv off and holds you tighter, deciding that nap time didn’t sound like such a bad idea

Since we know this man can sleep anywhere and everywhere

Laying his head on top of yours, he closes his eyes, taking in the feeling of having you so close

lee jooyeon

He just came home from a long day of promotions

It was late, and you were already in bed

When he came stumbling over his own feet into the bedroom, you woke up just enough to process his frame standing at the end of the mattress, starting to get ready for bed

“Hi sweetie. Did I wake you? :(“

He changes quickly- knowing that you’re now awake- hoping to talk to you a little bit before falling asleep again

He finally gets under the covers and you wrap your arms around him, asking about his day

He lets out a yawn as one of your hands find its way to his hair

He begins to tell you about what happened to him at work today, but he soon realizes that your breathing has slowed and you aren’t listening anymore

He places a kiss to your jaw and makes himself comfortable

“I’ll just tell you in the morning.”

#xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes reactions #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh imagines #xdh scenarios #ot6 #xdh fluff

[f4iry-dvst]

Pity Party

a/n: first time uploading one of my cench fics feeling nervous - let me know if you want a smut for pt2!

pairing: central cee x fem!oc

summary: after a celebratory dinner takes a wrong turn, Michaela makes sure Oakley gets all he deserves

cw: light mention of neglect

"Soooo, big two four next week Cench! What ya up to for tha then lad?"

Oakley smiled weakly before taking a hold of his glass and taking a long swig of the tropical cocktail. He was out for dinner with a few work associates, his girlfriend Michaela, Marvin and Harrison celebrating the plaques he'd received recently for his music in a posh little bar & grill in the city - he didn't want to be here though. Being grilled with questions from his associates as if he were a ribeye steak wasn't exactly his ideal evening, nor was being out surrounded by so many people. The man never really was a social butterfly and he struggled a lot at events like this even now after his rise to fame. In the middle of dinner, he'd grabbed Michaela's hand under the table as his nerves grew exponentially and his patience was wearing thin; he'd considered just leaving far too many times already but Kayla had forced him to stay to be polite.

"Not a party?"

Marvin's eyes flicked up at the question already knowing where this was headed having heard the story far too many times from a drunk, blabbering mouth, through clouds of smoke. He thought about shutting it down, but it sounded too suspicious for him - he simply couldn't do much at all. The man could see Oakley visibly panic across the table and nervously take another gulp of his drink, which he said he didn't even like the taste of originally, but he seemed to have changed his mind about that one. This truly was a recipe for disaster.

"No I erm, never had one so is just not the forefront of my mind to be fair"

Oakley and Marvin's eyes both cautiously scanned around the table, seeing all the shocked and even pitiful expressions emerge in reaction. Marvin felt bad, really bad. Not because he'd never had a birthday party before, he'd pitied him for that already so long ago. But because he knew the man was about to receive a hounding. Lacey, the woman who helped design a lot of his merchandise, was sat beside Marvin and probably the one with the worst reaction of all. She almost grimaced, obviously assuming it was due to growing up dirt poor or something which well, wasn't untrue. Just not the reason Oakley had confessed to before. He'd finished his drink by now too, so he couldn't drown his anxiety in a disgusting mango concoction made with cheap rum anymore and he regretted gulping it all down so quickly.

"Erm, my parents were erm never really uno, around like tha so like, birthdays didn't get thought about"

His face resembled that of a hurt puppy by the end of his response, tears visibly welling up in his eyes and his nose dusted with pink. People around the table began to relax themselves promptly after seeing Oakley's reaction to their badgering. Michaela had begun to gently caress the back of his hand with her thumb in an attempt to soothe him even the slightest bit but she didn't get very far. Anxiety flowing through his veins meant his arms and hands were all tensing unrelentingly leaving the veins beneath his skin to show far more than they really should. She could feel the slight tremor in his frame as she shifted a little closer to his side to subtly comfort the man and the tenseness of his entire body. His knee was bouncing rapidly under the table and he was glad it wasn't visible to his company.

"Oh you poor thing"

Celaine, a lady who helped design his music covers, was the first to speak up again and she regretted even considering the comment as soon as she did. Oakley abruptly pushed his seat out causing a horrible scratching noise to echo and made a beeline for the toilets. He couldn't breathe at that table, it felt like everyone was crowding around him when actually no one had moved an inch. Michaela jumped up quickly following after her boyfriend filled with anger for the others and sadness for him. It was rare that he ever acted like this with other people, but they were evidently pushing his buttons and he couldn't take it any longer.

"Sweetheart..."

The girl had walked straight into the men's where she knew she'd find him, quickly realising how disgusting these toilets were for such a high-end place and decidedly took no notice; she had better things to do than grimace at tissue paper stuck to the mirrors and piss on the floor. A sniffle echoed in the empty bathroom and Kayla's heart ripped into a million shreds at the sound as she wrapped her arms around his small frame and pulled him into her chest tightly. She couldn't even begin to express how sad she felt for him in this moment, and how much she hated his team for pressing so much. Over the months of working with them, the couple had grown to love Celaine, Lacey and all the others but all of it had soon been diminished because they couldn't just keep their traps shut.

"We don't have to do anything love, or think about your past okay?"

The man nodded, still tucked firmly into his girlfriend and practically clinging onto her shoulders for dear life.

And so when Oakley's birthday eventually did roll around, Michaela had planned not a single thing. Of course, she'd planned gifts and what to eat but she did that most days so it was nothing out of the ordinary. The man had finally indulged in a lie-in for the first time this year - he hadn't the time what with all the work and travelling he'd been doing - so he was snoring way into the afternoon and eventually rose around 3 pm to the smell of hot chocolates and something else sweet. It was far too warm in his room, and even the house, so he had decided against putting last night's t-shirt back on and promptly followed the sugary aromas drifting upstairs to the kitchen where he found Michaela.

"I was just about to come wake you"

On the counter were stacks of syrup-smothered pancakes and waffles with mugs of hot chocolate and a big bowl of sliced fruit ready for his birthday breakfast, tho it was more tea than breakfast. Michaela was beaming at him showing a big toothy grin and he was sure he was reciprocating it, but he couldn't tell. He stood in amazement for a few seconds scanning over the sweet treats and then his girlfriend's face before pulling her into his arms. He kissed her on the cheek and thanked her about a million times before eventually giving her a long kiss on the lips.

"You've smudged my lippie now you dickhead"

"No calling the birthday boy names my love"

The couple fell into fits of laughter still holding onto each other like it was the last time they were to touch before they realised the breakfast would probably go cold soon and took it all to the living room. It was rare they ever ate in there because Oakley was very strict about the tidiness of the house but today was an exception of course. Michaela already had the tv set on Disney Plus ready for Oakley to come down and watch his favourite kids' movie: Lady & The Tramp. He sat and ate his birthday breakfast gleefully, focused intently on the movie playing on the tv with a goofy smile on his face the entire time. The girl could've sworn she'd never seen him so happy in his life, which would most definitely be an overstatement, but he did look happy as hell and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. That light that filled his face when he was just so freely happy was addicting and she would drink it up all day and all night if she could - it was just so beautiful. The dimples beside his lips, the wrinkles under his eyes and the way his cheeks puffed up - he was a sight for sore eyes if she did say so herself. When Oakley had finished most of his pancakes and strawberries he'd put his plate to the side and curled up against Kayla's side, his knees pulled to his chest and his head on her shoulder. Michaela didn't think he could get any cuter than this. The way he was showing so much affection, physically too, really blossomed something in the girl's heart and her stomach was doing somersaults because it meant he'd put his full trust in her and that he felt safe. It was okay to show the vulnerable side he was so ashamed of before with her because he felt respected and loved. He tended not to show too many of his emotions, if any, and especially not when it came to occasions like his birthday - it was a big topic that took him a long time to open up about. So for Michaela to see him like this knowing how much he struggled to open up and be comfortable around people she felt extra special.

"I love you, uno"

It was merely a mumble, because he seemed to be nodding off despite only waking up about an hour before; she put it down to the heat and the fact they were sitting so cosily. He'd most definitely said it though, Kayla had felt his warm breath brush against her neck as he spoke and the way his jaw moved against her shoulder.

"I love you too sweetheart"

He'd tried to tuck in on his girlfriend more but it was actually impossible unless he wanted to climb inside her skin which she was sure he would if he could, so he simply tucked his head as tightly into the crook of her neck as he could and fell asleep with her hand brushing through the curls upon his head. Now he was living the dream.

Best birthday ever.

#central cee #central cee fanfiction #central cee oneshot #central cee imagine #uk rap #uk rapper

[ultrone]

Can I please request a yellowjackets fic of platonic Jackie x younger sister reader (sort of like Travis and Javi’s relationship - maybe reader could be friends with Javi too), I don’t really have an idea for a plot though maybe some sort of tension and fight w Jackie but then everything is fixed by the end? And reader is like pretty different from Jackie - in typical sister style. That’s so unspecific I’m so sorry I suck at ideas I just crave big sister Jackie (I feel like she’d be a Nancy wheeler variant) okay ty bye ily

𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗢𝗥 ┊ 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀

cw. just siblings fighting, javi & reader being friends

wc. 1.5k

n/a. tysm for ur request <33 at first i wanted to make her an overprotective sister (so that she was kinda like nancy) but i felt like making her bratty fit better with the storyline lmaooo, i hope it's what you were expecting tho :) if not lmk and maybe i can work on a protective sister blurb or something.

"Uno! Take that!" You exclaimed with enthusiasm, celebrating your third victory in the one-on-one game against Javi.

"This is so unfair," Javi said, rolling his eyes. "Let's play again. We're not leaving until I beat your ass." He spoke with determination.

You were grateful that you had packed your Uno deck in your backpack for the trip. Being stuck in a cabin with a bunch of teenagers and having nothing to do except stare at the rooftop for hours turned out to be more boring than you had anticipated.

Since the crash occurred, you and Javi had grown close. While you shared a few classes at school, you had never spoken to him before. But the shared misfortune of being on this trip as guests brought you together — Javi accompanying his dad, the team coach, and you accompanying your older sister, Jackie Taylor, the team captain. Not to mention that both Travis — Javi’s older brother — and Jackie were being assholes.

The initial weeks were challenging, to say the least. Jackie was being extremely annoying — she still is —, constantly bossing you around and disregarding your feelings. It seemed as though she was too absorbed in her own frustrations, always venting about the unfairness of the situation and the social events she was missing out on, like Rutger's rush week and all the frat parties. You knew Jackie didn't mean any harm, but it still bothered you. Additionally, the age gap with everyone being around three years older than you made you feel like an outcast and useless. Thankfully, you and Javi started getting along. You were assigned similar tasks, such as picking berries or fetching water from the lake, since both of you were younger and unable to handle more demanding activities. Thanks to this, you began spending a lot of time together and eventually became very close friends.

"What are you doing?" Javi asked incredulously, his eyebrows furrowing. "You can't play a +2 card after a +4 card," he pointed out.

You were aware that Javi was right, but decided to push back. "Yes, you can. It's literally stated in the instructions," you replied, attempting to gaslight him.

"No, it's not. You're lying," he insisted, firm in his belief.

"Fine, you got me," you admitted, flashing a playful smirk. "I'll take these four cards just so you don’t start crying," you teased.

“Ha, ha, so funny,” Javi responded with a smile.

Interrupting your playful banter, a voice called out from behind. "Hey, Y/n," Jackie said, grabbing your attention. "Have you seen my red lipstick?"

You let out a sigh as you glanced at your sister. Lately, she had been even more irritating than usual, probably because of the problems she was having with Shauna. Not that you were particularly invested in their drama. But the last thing you wanted was to engage in conversation with her, knowing all too well that it would probably lead to another argument.

"Yeah," you responded casually, briefly glancing away before returning to the game.

"Okay... So, where is it?" Jackie asked, her tone growing slightly impatient.

"I used it to write the S.O.S message on the plane," you replied nonchalantly, as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Wait... What?" Jackie exclaimed, her anger starting to rise. "Why the heck would you do that?”

Rolling your eyes, you replied sarcastically, "Oh, I'm sorry, Jackie. I forgot that packing a sharpie was at the top of our survival essentials checklist in the wilderness."

"You didn't even bother asking me!" she complained, her frustration evident.

"Well, maybe I didn't ask because you're such a self-centred bitch, always whining about missing out on your stupid parties," you retorted, your voice tinged with irritation. "It was the only thing I could find to leave a message for whoever might be searching for us. Stop being such an ass. I mean, you clearly wanna get out of here, dont you? Cooperate a little."

Jackie let out a loud huff, her lips pursed and a deep frown etched on her face as she stormed off, making her way towards the cabin. In her haste, she bumped her shoulder harshly into Van, who was heading to the lake. "Hey! Watch out!" Van exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and annoyance. She followed Jackie's retreating figure with a confused and perplexed expression before turning back to you. You simply shrugged your shoulders, raised your eyebrows, and nonchalantly returned your focus to the game, leaving Van with a sense of bewilderment.

Javi gazed at you in stunned silence, but he didn't utter a word. After all, if someone could understand you it was him, as he had to deal with Travis. Without saying anything about the previous exchange, both of you chose to brush it off and swiftly changed the topic, resuming the game as if nothing had happened.

Three hours had passed since your argument with Jackie. After playing with Javi for about an hour, you decided to lend a hand to Tai with boiling the dirty pads. Once you finished the task, you stayed there for a while, gossiping with her and Van.

“I’m getting kinda cold, I’ll be right back,” you announced, rising from your spot on the ground and making your way towards the cabin to retrieve a hoodie. They nodded in acknowledgment as you left.

You entered the cabin and opened the shared closet, scanning its contents for your favorite hoodie. Once you found it, you slipped it on and turned around, ready to make your exit. However, Jackie stood there, blocking your path to the door.

You tried to walk past her, but Jackie swiftly reached out and grabbed your arm, preventing your escape.“Nope, you’re not leaving. You’re finally gonna tell me what the heck is going on,” she declared, her arms folded and her stance blocking the door knob.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating your response. "What are you talking about? Nothing's going on," you insisted, trying to downplay the situation.

Jackie pursed her lips, clearly not convinced. "Okay... Liar," she responded, tilting her head slightly.

You made another attempt to leave, but Jackie swiftly blocked your path with her arm. "No! You've been distant and acting weird for weeks. Not to mention how mean you've been towards me," she argued, her frustration evident.

"Well, what did you expect?" you retorted, your voice laced with exasperation. "Huh? The only thing you've done since we got here is complain and do nothing except act like a child. I'm scared and I miss home too, and the fact that my older sister, the person I should be able to rely on the most, is behaving like a brat, doesn't help me at all, okay?" Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke, the pain evident in your voice. "I just wish you were more like Tai or Van," you expressed, your voice filled with disappointment. "They take better care of me than you do.”

Jackie's expression softened as she listened to your words, her remorse evident on her face. She let out a deep sigh and her shoulders slumped. "I... I didn't realize," she admitted, her voice heavy with regret. "Shit, I'm so sorry, Y/n," she apologized, her words sincere. Without hesitation, she pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close. "I'm really sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine remorse.

Overwhelmed with emotions, you couldn't hold back the tears any longer. "I'm sorry too, for being a bitch," you confessed, your voice filled with regret. "I just wanted my sister back. I'm so scared, Jackie," you admitted.

Jackie gently pulled away from the hug and tenderly wiped away your tears with her fingers. "I'm scared too, but we'll get through this together, okay?" she reassured you, her voice filled with warmth and determination. "Everything will be okay, I promise," she added, a soft smile gracing her lips. A tear escaped from her own eye, reflecting her sincerity. You nodded in response, feeling a renewed sense of hope and comfort in her words.

You embraced Jackie once again, holding onto her tightly. "I love you, Jackie," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine affection. She reciprocated the sentiment, her voice soft and comforting. "I love you too," she replied, her hand gently caressing your hair.

"But, shit, I just lost 10 bucks," you exclaimed, separating from her with a disappointed expression.

Confused, Jackie asked, "What do you mean?" Her fingers continued to caress the sides of your arms.

"Javi and I made a bet about who had the crappiest older sibling," you explained with a mischievous smile. "You apologized before Travis did to him, so now I owe him 10 bucks."

"Oh my god, I can't believe you," Jackie responded, playfully pinching your side. "And don't ever compare me to Travis. I might be a brat, but he seriously needs professional help with his anger issues," she argued.

You burst into laughter. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," you replied with a grin, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her outside with you.

#jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor fanfic #jackie taylor oneshot #jackie taylor x you #sister!jackie taylor #older sister!jackie taylor #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #javi martinez #javi martinez x reader #javi martinez x you

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 6

June pulling out that uno reverse card.

As a warning this chapter is heavier with both the suggestive nature as well the content itself. There is technically nothing explicit, though this is definitely a very emotionally and physically charged chapter.

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13 @naive-bias

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 5

Next Chapter: Chapter 7

Word count: 1701

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Dehumanization, Suggestive, Fearplay, Mouthplay (biting), Minor injuries, Whump, Humiliation, Panic (onset panic attack), Conflicting feelings of consent

Aedes knew he was not meant to be touched like this- not in this way; Her teeth pressing into his side, her mouth covering from his shoulder to his navel. His heart pounds in his ears, screaming to him that he is in danger. He wants her to stop but- No, he doesn't want her to stop. Fear and ecstasy run rampant through his mind. Her touch thrills him. It was all encompassing. It was overwhelming. He never wants her to stop. He wants her to stop right this second.

The softness of her lips… the blunt pressure from her bite… the warmth of her breath… It held a depraved intimacy that seemed to stoak something deeply primal within him. As her teeth drag along his skin, he can't stop his body from shaking. It feels wrong- and so very good. He hisses, resisting all matter of instinct urging him to struggle against the massive fingers holding him in place.

He was drowning in foreign sensations and the emotional turmoil they wrought, struggling to find some semblance of control. If he could rein in every instinct, suppress every urge, suppress every fear-No. He wasn’t afraid. He wouldn’t be afraid. Aedes wanted her to see that he was the one in control, not her. He was in this position because he liked it- he allowed it. She was indulging him. 

He wanted respect. 

She wanted a reaction.

She nips at the fabric of his shirt, ever so slowly pulling it up and exposing his midriff. He can’t control the way his abdomen twitches as it's uncovered- the muggy air from her breath bathing him in a strange and humid warmth. As her teeth make direct contact with his skin the initial sensation nearly sends him over the edge. His muscles tense involuntarily, unable to suppress their shudder. He draws in a sharp gasp before gritting his teeth in a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of composure. 

He not only watches, but feels as her lips curve into a grin. She liked this… far too much. 

“Since you bit me,” Her voice is like velvet- a warm and gentle murmur, “It's only fair I get a turn…” Though spoken slow and soft, those words send a jolt through him, and he finds himself reeling from it- fixated on that teasing demeanor towards his feeding. Her words giving life to a small feeling of hope being kindled in his chest. Her teasing musings seemed… Almost casual? Was she just going to overlook that he’d fed on her? Was she okay with it?? 

Or was she just looking to get a rise out of him- toying with his desire? 

Two could play at that game. 

Hands still remaining begrudgingly restrained above his head, with his knee he tilts up her chin. His eyes lock onto hers, capturing her gaze in his unwavering stare. The closeness of her is beyond overwhelming, with her face extending past the entirety of his vision. Even still, he remains unflinching in his resolve,  a declaration that he will not be so easily cowed by her teasing. 

“Eager Human,” He chides, his words flowing like liquid silk, “You would think by now you would have had more than your fair share of a turn.” He revels in the way his words summon a rush of colour to her cheeks- a rush of blood just beneath her plush skin. Despite the adrenaline beating wild in his chest, he finds himself grinning as he adds, “Though I’ll let you continue to indulge your delusion.”

The sound that escapes her is music to his ears. A subtle whine… an involuntary whimper betraying her bold candor. Just a glance and some words and this behemoth crumbles before me…  The feeling of power it gives him is nothing short of breathtaking- A high like no other. 

He must have been a delusion, the way she indulged in him.

Fervent and passionate, her lips caressed the whole of his body, and her teeth felt as though they defiled it. They carved into him- both physically and metaphorically. With each kiss - each bite - she took from him; pieces of his pride, his resolve, his dignity, leaving him raw, bruised and lesser.

He had allowed this hadn’t he? 

No- he squeezed his eyes shut. His breathing coming faster and faster. Each inhale feeling as though he couldn’t quite take in enough air. His instincts scream at him to fight back, to kick and snarl and scratch his way away, but logic tells him that's exactly what she wants- and some depraved part of his mind whispers that's exactly what you want. 

The hazy scent of her was thick in the air. Sweet and lush. The remnants of his hunger twist in his chest, urging him to take his fill. He strains against her grip, restless in his renewed thirst, but there is no budging. He grits his teeth. This fucking position. He hated it. How small he felt- how little he could move, how he felt on display. 

He was terrified. 

And yet, the pleasure he felt was undeniable. He hears her heart pounding, and he takes no small pleasure in the knowledge that the sound is his doing. Aedes' mind whirls as conflicting feelings gnaw at him. There was no denying the rush he felt, but a panicked voice within him told him that he should- a sharp pang of humiliation screaming out against the thrill. 

The way she moved her lips against his skin, eager and toying - She very clearly wanted a reaction from him and his pride is desperate to withhold it. Just what was she looking for? Did she want him to scream? To beg her to stop? To say he was scared?

He felt like he was drowning in longing. A deep longing to be in control, to escape this feeling of helplessness… and a longing for this woman to see him as more than just a… toy. Yet, he couldn't escape the painful embarrassment of his own helplessness- his pride reduced to a mere plaything for her. He couldn't meet her gaze. Not when he felt like… this.

The once warm and intoxicating touch now felt hot and suffocating. He wanted to hate it- hate the way it made him feel. He wanted it to stop…

But what if she didn't.

A twisted thought snakes it's way into his mind,

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

The only semblance of control he had was in pretending that he was allowing her to touch him like this. If he had to beg her to stop it would shatter the ruse he’d created for himself. He knew she was toying with him- looking for some kind of reaction. She wanted him to reach his breaking point. 

He was powerless.

He was trapped.

His skin no longer tingles with excitement. Instead it burns, stinging and raw from whatever the fuck this shameful thing was. He strains against her grasp, feeling disgusted by the way his body shivers under her touch. 

Pathetic.

He hates the way his body looks under her touch. The sheer size of her relative to himself. The sight of teeth nearly the size of his hands pressing into him- drawing small spots of bloodied freckles to the surface of his skin felt like it would be burned into his mind’s eye. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the incarnadine trail left by her predatory embrace, and he grew queasy at the sight of his own blood.

He was fucking pathetic.

He could feel panic welling up in his chest, and tears in his eyes. He wanted to scream, to beg for this to be over, but his voice failed him, swallowed by the grotesque mix of his pride and fear constricting his chest. He flinched at every touch, trembling under her overwhelming magnitude. His words failed him, his body failed him- each breath coming in short shakey bursts, never seeming to gulp down enough air. 

Pathetic. 

The weight of the humiliation seemed to manifest in her bite, leaving him gasping for breath. How had he deluded himself into succumbing to desires that left him feeling so stripped… so emasculated? 

He felt raw.  

Tears finally spilled over, streaming down his face, as the swell of panic consumed him. 

Turning his head towards her, his breath catches in his throat as he sees her eyes- already locked on his face. The intensity of her gaze is terrifying. His voice catches in his throat- a soft whimpering sound coming from him. A small puff of air. Half of a word hanging on his tongue.

Pathetic. 

He meets her gaze silently begging her to stop, his shame seeming to snuff out his voice. 

She smiles- her teeth still wrapped around his frame.

The sight is stunning- both horrifying and beautiful. The amalgamation of his internal turmoil is all at once far too much to contain. He overflows. Unable to suppress it, a single hushed word finally spills forth from his lips, repeated over and over between gasping whimpers. 

“P-please.” 

Please stop.

Please let me go.

Please continue.

To his horror, despite his fear, there's still a part of him that wants her not to stop- to be so completely overwhelmed by her that nothing else can occupy his mind. Aedes so desperately wanted to sever away that part of him, the way one would amputate an necrotic limb to stop the spread. This was wrong. He can’t grasp what he's feeling- he doesn’t want to. Nothing was making sense. All Aedes knows is he's never been so horrified in his life. 

He has to get away.

Her eyes fall to his face and she pauses. As she pulls away from him, Aedes feels a rush of cool air against his dampened skin, the sensation stinging at the raw marks she had decorated him with. Her gaze is unnerving. Her eyes, wild and wide, seemed to consume him, devouring every detail yet sharing nothing of their own. It's predatory. 

He couldn't bear it. The touch. The thoughts. The humiliation. It hurt. It hurt so much. 

"Awe,” she coos, “is the little toy afraid I'll break him?"

Aedes unravels.

#Aedes being a chew toy for 2 chapters straight #One hell of a first meeting for these two freaks #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #entowrites #bite me #JuneOc #AedesOC #whump #cw suggestive #fearplay #cw fearplay #cw dehumization #tiny vampire #tiny man #size tumblr #macro/micro #giantess #GTS

[twistmusings]

Why do they get cancelled?

CW: Nondescript/jokey mentions of problematic behavior (this post is not intended to be taken seriously, I had this idea and it make me laugh for like 10 minutes so it's what you're getting), very, very vague spoilers for books 6 and 7 though no real plot spoilers are mentioned.

Note: There be queer headcanons ahead. Happy pride <3

Riddle Rosehearts: Got too heated during uno.

Ace Trappola: Caught in 4k saying: "It's not homo if we keep our socks on, dude."

Deuce Spade: Wants to be a police officer when he grows up.

Trey Clover: Gets lumped in as a 'nice guy' because of his hat.

Cater Diamond: Calls himself a queer slur in public; neglects to tell anyone he is queer.

Leona Kingscholar: Slept through the birth celebration of his nephew. Yes he still gets cancelled for this.

Ruggie Bucchi: Petty Theft at a Krispy Kreme.

Jack Howl: Toxic Masculinity.

Azul Ashengrotto: Capitalism.

Jade Leech: Made jokes at grandma's funeral.

Floyd Leech: Laughed at jokes at grandma's funeral.

Kalim Al-Asim: Forgot the family tiger while out on a walk.

Jamil Viper: Trying to fake his own death so he can take a vacation.

Vil Schoenheit: Accidentally shit-talks Neige on his main account because he forgot to change accounts and wasn't fast enough to delete it.

Rook Hunt: Horny on main. Also for cancelling Vil for shit-talking Neige on main.

Epel Felmier: Also Toxic Masculinity.

Idia Shroud: The youtube channel he made for CoD clips when he was 13.

Othro Shroud: Book 6.

Malleus Draconia: Book 7.

Lilia Vanrouge: Catfishing men out of their items in MMOs.

Silver: Fell asleep so hard once that people thought he was dead for a few hours. Maybe this doesn't count as cancelling but the others still bring it up an awful lot.

Sebek Zigvolt: Disturbing the peace. Repeatedly. And Loudly.

#twisted wonderland shitpost #twisted wonderland meme #twst #twisted wonderland #twst shitpost #twst meme

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hehehe hi. it’s me, again. i’m back with another request :3c if possible, could u write a fic in which it’s the reader + sam, steve & buck just talking, having fun & drinking ? maybe playing a sort of party game ?? there’s asgardian liquor so steve & buck actually get tipsy, & it’s just sam & steve teasing reader & bucky about their crushes on each other ( mutual pining blind idiots again ) picking each other when there’s teams ingame, opening the window so reader gets cold & buck gives her his sweatshirt, just all around fluff & cheese <3 btw, thank u again for responding to my req, i loved ur fic ( + checked ur other ones out ), is there any preferences u have with what u write ?? ( theme, characters, plot ) lmk so i can request more stuff like that in the future. also hope ur exams went well!! ♡♡

thank you so much for requesting again, it really means so much that you’re sticking around 🥹 exams went well (i think) thank you for asking! and as for preferences, i love writing moments of domesticity/vulnerability, it’s literally addictive. much love ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: cursing, mentions of alcohol wc: 622

“uno!”

bucky slapped down a yellow nine, shaking the table with his force. “i dare someone to beat me.”

steve shook his head, placing down a yellow four and taking a sip of his drink. “anybody got any skips?”

sam groaned, tossing a yellow six on to the table. “it’s all on you, girl. i’m tired of this asshole winning.”

you shifted the plus four card in your hand, instead placing down a yellow three. “sorry, boys.”

“in your face, wilson!”

“i think your girl threw, barnes,” sam complained. “ain’t no way this is a clean game.”

“you’re just jealous, birdbrain.”

bucky rose from his spot and walked over to the bar to pour himself another drink, but not before you caught a look the heat blooming across his face. sam and steve glanced at each other knowingly.

“kind of cold, isn’t it buck?” steve tried, watching you wrap your arms around yourself.

“nah, ‘m warm.”

“well why don’t you give your girl that hoodie? she looks like she’ll freeze to death.”

“yeah, just let me whip you to death with it first, asshole.” he pulled his hoodie over his head, glaring at the captain.

“not his girl,” you seethed, but accepted the sweatshirt all the same, giving his fingers a quick squeeze in apology.

bucky sat down and swiped at the cards on the table, missing them by an inch. you took it as a cue to slowly slide his drink away from him, hoping he wouldn’t catch it.

he reached for the glass, though, and you batted his hand away. he groaned. “you have it, then.”

you shook your head. “asgardian liquor would knock me out, you know that. and anyways, someone’s gotta take care of you oafs.”

“not an oaf,” he grumbled.

“oh, but i bet you’d be her oaf, huh big guy?”

bucky blushed deeper than the red of the cards he was gathering. “shut up.”

you shot up from your seat, fumbling with your bag. “okay, guys, time to go.”

“gonna send us to our rooms, mom?” sam jabbed.

“shut up, wilson, you’ll feel like shit tomorrow if i don’t cut you off now.”

he downed the last of his drink, setting it on the table with a clink. “have it your way.”

he and steve both offered you a fistbump and made sure to waggle their eyebrows at bucky before heading up to their rooms. you laughed as bucky fipped them off behind their backs.

you walked the soldier up to his room, despite what sam and steve would surely have to say about it the next day. he seemed tired, and a little tipsy to say the least. his cheeks were still painted in a rose-colored blush.

he pulled the door open but stood in the threshold, looking at you.

“what’s… oh, buck! your sweatshirt!”

you tugged at the material, but a warm hand grabbed at your wrist. “keep it, looks good on you.”

you looked up in surprise, and bucky recoiled. “shit- sorry f’r touchin’ you.”

“oh no, it’s okay!”

he nodded, fumbling with his jacket. “and ‘m sorry for the boys. they’re dicks.”

you giggled, reaching forward and tugging his zipper downwards. “it’s okay, they don’t bother me. they just wanna get a rise out of you, buck.”

“i just feel bad.” he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the floor, letting out a yawn.

you smiled. “you should get some sleep so you don’t feel bad tomorrow.”

“‘m not drunk, i don’t get drunk.”

you giggled. “i didn’t say that, honey, i just said you should get some rest.”

“o-okay.”

he didn’t sleep much that night, that word floating around in his head. honey. it was sweet, just like you.

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ko-fi ♡

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rescued pt 2

a/n: im so sorry it took so long for part two!! also, thank you for 100 followers!! thank you for all the support i received on my last post, it really means the world to me <3

part 1

cw: struggling with mental health, crying, maybe military inaccuracies, angst angst angst, mint chocolate chip ice cream 😭, sorta sleep deprivation | let me know if i missed any!

!!REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! 

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two days. two whole days you laid in pennys guest bedroom, with no sense of productivity. you admit, you needed space but the nights that you would typically keep yourself company while your stress eased, felt too long. the bed felt empty.

it felt similar to the days when penny would babysit you when you were little, although this time around, it consisted of watching comfort movies and playing uno, rather than playing dress up and pretending that ponies could fly.

your face kept a red stain over your cheeks and a slight puffiness from all the crying that would keep you up through most of the night.

penny was always antsy when amelia was with her father and his wife for the week of his designated custody, so she was more than happy to occupy her mind with you. she just wished it was under different circumstances.

two and a half tissue boxes later, the end credits of 50 first dates swept over the tv screen. it wasn’t even an emotional movie, but the comfort movie which included a somewhat happy couple was enough to rethink watching it.

“i wish a cow walked into the road while we were driving to base,” you sighed, also wishing you lived in hawaii. penny gave you a sympathetic look and stood up. a headache, most likely from stress, poured into your head.

jake wanted to give you all the space that you needed, even though it was one of the most difficult things he’d ever done. he’d try to occupy his mind with work or the gym but it was no use. he found you in everything.

sure, this wasn’t a breakup, but it easily could have turned into a mutual irish goodbye if a fire hydrant on the main street hadn’t bursted, causing jake to take an alternative route home.

traffic was horrible and jake had felt like he was sitting at the red light for hours, even though it was probably less than two minutes. taking in his surroundings he noticed the icecream shop you two went on many late night ventures.

a peace offering, he thought. the lack of sleep and desperate need to hold you caused him to merge into the far left lane in order to turn into the plaza. he disregarded the drivers who he cut off.

out of habit, he looked over at the passenger seat to catch a glimpse of you, but you weren’t there. you were snuggled in the blankets that provided little comfort in pennys guest bedroom.

jake ordered your a pint of favorite icecream, a mint chocolate chip in a cup for him, and vanilla with chocolate chips for penny. the usual cashier who was familiar with your relationship took a hint and decided to not ask any questions.

in uniform and a pint of icecream on his hip, carrying it like it was a child, he lightly knocked on the door. while driving to pennys, he had eaten not only his portion of icecream but also pennys out of stress, which he figured he wouldn’t mention.

two minutes later, a tired looking penny opened the door. “i knew you would come at some point, but not midnight,” she rubbed her bare eyes.

“i know, i just -” he started.

“second bedroom on the left. i’ll take that.” her psycic thoughts came in clutch. she took the pint of icecream, her tired arm dropping a little further than the other when she held the heavy container. jakes heart raced.

he checked his watch, only for it to say 8:45, not 12:00am. he knew that early nights meant bad days.

“oh, jake” penny said, catching his attention. “i’ll be on the balcony,”

“thanks,” he said, a little confused as to why penny would be telling him that information. maybe she thought that she would be needed as a mediator?

disregarding the thought, he tapped on the door and cleared, wanting to give you a little notice that he was here.

“jake?” you rubbed your eyes, pretending that he had woken you from a deep sleep when in reality you were staring at the ceiling. your horrible acting was put aside when you realized he wasn’t even in the room yet.

a faint sound of the doornob twisting let you know that he was approaching. he tapped the lightswitch on the wall and the room lit up. your eyes burned at the sudden bright light.

you sat up against the headboard. jake winced at your tear stained face. you adjusted to his presence, taking in his appearance. he kept his clean-shaven face but his hair did seem disheveled, like he’d been running his hands through it. you craved to run your fingers through it.

“honey, i-“ jake was once again cut off by you crawling over to him hurriedly and pressing your lips to his. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

your lips detached from his but you kept a tight grip around him. you looked up at him, words caught in your throat.

“it’s probably a bad idea to tell you that, that wasn’t our football,” he spit out.

you winced in embarrassment. “lay down with me, please,” you had nothing else to say.

and so he did. after two days, you slept contently, tangled in eachother - and he did too. <3

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[plutogist]

NEXT TIME, PERHAPS?

cw: angst, depression (?), death

pairing: Kokichi Oma x Fem! Reader

( not proofread )

It was an extremely frigid day, at least for you. Your own chamber is your lone safe haven, and Kokichi is the only living creature who is also your sanctuary. You just need those two things right now. However, being inside your room did not trigger the same sensation. It's as if you're in the wrong room, or maybe someone polluted it to get rid of that sentiment.

And your instincts are alerting you that something catastrophic is about to take place. And it has something to do with death. You're not frightened of dying but that may be because you're not on the threshold of death. But who can say? It is necessary to see in order to believe. When you heard the sound of your intercom, your thoughts were disrupted.

You reluctantly opened the door to see who was there and noticed a familiar sight. It was Kokichi. You grinned gratefully, knowing that at least one of your safe havens was here. "Hey, Kokichi. It's lovely to see you," you exclaimed cheerfully as you opened the door and welcomed the supreme leader. He gave you a grin, but it wasn't his typical wicked grin. The grin seemed sincere and full of sincere pleasure, but who knows if it's trustworthy or honest, given that he has the title of King of Liars.

"Yo, Y/N. I want to hang out with you during free time," he remarked as he entered your room without your approval, but you didn't object or shout since you're accustomed to it, and he truly wouldn't do anything inside your room, except mess up several of your stuff. You hurried to catch up with him and noticed him lounging on the bed too nonchalantly as if he owned the place and acted like a monarch, while you're just an ordinary creature.

"Let's play UNO!" he said, his malicious grin on his face as if he was plotting something horrible throughout the game. You groaned, wanting to protest since every time you play a game with him, he would always end up cheating to win, but would quickly mask it. You'd see it, but every time you mentioned it, he'd start ranting and saying gibberish to distract you from speaking. Even if you complain, you won't be able to do anything because he'll weep crocodile tears and it'll be a pain in the ass to deal with it.

"Alright..."

And, as usual, you were defeated by the supreme leader. That's because he cheated yet again. You didn't even consider bringing it out at this point since you know what would happen next, and it's pointless regardless. Kokichi laughed teasingly, "I won again, Y/N! You're such a miserable loser!" he shouted, continuing to chuckle. You merely rolled your eyes, too exhausted to confront him.

"Now, get out! I have to rest!" you screamed, motioning him to flee since you want to spend your entirely spare time napping. Kokichi was ready to say anything, but you stopped him and pushed him out of your room. "You're such a jerk-" Before he could finish, you shut the door because you were too tired.

You climbed onto the bed, clutching your pillow for support and closing your eyes, wishing for at least a pleasant good rest. You may be wondering how Y/N considers him to be her solace. That's due to the start of the murdering game. As the Ultimate Psychologist, it's understandable that everyone would approach you, talk about their issues, and seek guidance. Of course, it consumes you. You can resolve their problem, but you can't solve your own. How pitiful is that?

However, there was only one person who listened to your difficulties: Kokichi himself. Isn't it shocking? Naturally, all of the game's competitors avoid Kokichi as much as possible due to his devious and malevolent strategies, as well as his peculiar demeanor. Everyone would have concluded he has no soul and is evil personified, so you were taken aback when he didn't judge you at all.

You were consuming alcohol, but you were still sober at the moment, and you were weeping outside your dorm, begging for your misery to cease. Kokichi saw you at that instant. Typically, he would have ignored or mocked you, but he didn't. He approached you and asked for your attention. When you saw him, you swept away your tears and made up a bad excuse why you weren't sobbing at all, terrified he'd tell everyone the following day.

Surprisingly, he promised not to and even assured you that if he did, you could assassinate him and he would assist you in making the crime more convoluted so Shuichi wouldn't be able to unravel it. He sat right next to you and asked if he could find out why you were upset. You were cautious at first, but you sensed a real interest in his purple eyes, as though he wanted to be replied. That's when you informed him about your issues and why you're crying.

He listened to your ramblings without the slightest hint of scorn or condemnation in his amethyst eyes, but then who knows? He gave you numerous pieces of advice, and for a certain reason, hearing his voice reassured you, and hearing the counsel was a huge assist in making you feel lighter. You were astounded when you realized you were conversing with Kokichi without his typical cheeky demeanor and mannerisms after you had finally settled down. Perhaps you were desperate or in denial while talking to him.

Kokichi has been more relaxed interacting with you since that day, and the feeling is reciprocal for you. You're the only one who trusts the vexatious guy, and you find it unpleasant when he says negative stuff regarding the other participants, but that can't be avoided. He began to reveal his true nature to you, exposing how much he actually loathes the killing game, which astonished you to no extent, given how excellent he is at portraying that he enjoys the killing game.

Your remembrance ended as you regained consciousness and felt your stomach grumble after rising from your bed. It was almost nightfall, so you needed to get up and feed your ravenous hunger. Because of the coldness, you headed outside in a basic black sweater. Outside, there were no other students besides you. Wandering alone is a little alarming, but also comforting. You got to the first level of the academy and continued going until you got to the dining hall.

And that peculiar and disturbing sensation resurfaced to you before you opened the doors of the dining hall. Your gut instinct tells you not to open the door, but you can't just dismiss your rumbling stomach. "I'll simply take a pack of chips and leave," you said yourself in order to reassure yourself, but it didn't seem to work. You cautiously opened the door, revealing a man with a light complexion and ocean-green hair, reading a novel and sipping coffee.

Upon seeing Korekiyo, you exhaled with relief, thankful that you weren't by yourself and that nothing dreadful would occur to you. You've noticed that you seem to have the absorbed man's attention. He locked his narrowed yellow eyes on your [E/C] gaze, causing you to feel apprehensive. He broke eye contact and returned his gaze to his book. "Good evening, Y/N. Hungry, presumably?" he said, his attention focused on the book.

You laughed awkwardly, "Yeah! I did not consume enough during lunch," you added, sweat streaming from your brow. You eventually regret coming here and should have followed your intuition. Korekiyo is the only individual whose presence made you feel frightened or unpleasant. Perhaps due to the way his brain operates, he seems creepy, no, he is creepy. You were delighted before because you weren't alone, but now you wish you were alone rather than in the same room with the anthropologist.

He didn't respond further since he appeared to be preoccupied with the literature he was studying, and you didn't seem to mind. Actually, you enjoy it that way. You opened the cabinet containing the chips and chose your favorites. It was time for you to leave, so you shut the cabinet. "Y/N, is it okay if you bring me a spoonful of sugar?" the anthropologist said abruptly. "Of course!" You're too scared to say no to his request.

When you opened the sugar canister, you noticed something was amiss. Your pulse rate increased, and without even glancing behind you, you spotted a shadow that did not belong to you. Y/N, calm down. Scream if anything strikes. You assured yourself, but your heartbeat became much quicker than it had been. You were beginning to sweat, yet you pretended to grab a teaspoon of sugar. A pair of large hands covered your hands before you could seal the container, keeping you from yelling.

You attempted to shout, but all you got were muffled noises. You fought to resist, but the other hand rushed out and strangled you. You began searching for air, hoping that someone would arrive and rescue you from being killed, but no one was likely to appear. Tears welled up in your eyes as you pondered your friends, parents, and Kokichi. You don't want to die, and it's too soon for you to die. You intended to introduce Kokichi to your parents once the killing game ended, but given your current predicament, that will not happen.

Your tears were streaming quickly from your eyes, and his bandaged hand suffocated you, even more, being impatient and just wanting you to lose consciousness faster. You struggled even harder to breathe, and before you knew it, you were losing consciousness and being welcomed by complete blackness.

"Goodbye, everyone...Please survive, Kokichi."

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Miu exclaimed to Kokichi as she strolled alongside Keebo, Angie, and Kokichi. He merely laughed cheekily as normal. Kokichi usually walks to the dining hall with Y/N, but she wasn't responding while he repeated pressing the intercom button. Maybe she's still sleeping; he won't deny having a strange sense that something horrible occurred to the girl, but he has faith in her and believes that nothing undesirable will occur to her.

But before they could reach the first level, the monitor outside went on, causing the four to come to a halt, wondering what announcement Monokuma would make since the morning announcement had already been made. "A body has been discovered! Everyone, please gather in the dining hall!" The monitor was instantly turned off. When they sensed the apprehension in the air, they dashed to the dining hall. Kokichi felt nervous for the first time in his life, discovering who could be the victim.

They panted as they approached the doors. Keebo regarded every one with trepidation in his eyes. "I'm going to open the doors," he declared. Because none of the three responded, the quiet meant yes. Kokichi was nervous, no, it wasn't just nervousness. It was a foreign and unpleasant feeling to its beyond. Keebo slowly opened the doors, and what Kokichi didn't know was that the mystery to unravel behind those doors is a pure nightmare.

Kokichi is way too ooc ^^;

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