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Retirement Party

Price has retired from Military life, and he's not handling the change well. But on the one year anniversary of him hanging it up, his boys bring him something special to help keep him busy. You.

Chapter One - The Perfect Gift

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Contains: No Y/N, Kidnapping, Stalking, Drugging, Forcible relocation, Generally creepy behaviour, Threats (open-ended), I guess this might count as human trafficking?, Dubcon everything because Reader is terrified (non-sexual), plus-sized reader, fem/afab reader, There is something fucking wrong with these guys for real.

~3.2k - MDNI - Dark fic! Please mind the content warning above

"I told ye, she's perfect," Soap said, eyes on the window across the street. They could see you puttering around your living room, wearing a pretty flower print dress as you tidied up. "Good with bairns too, met her when I was pickin' up the niece and nephew from school. She was workin' for some rich family, an' they let her go because the wife found a pair of her knickers in her husband's briefcase." He snickered. He'd been the one to put them there, although, in his opinion, he’d been pushing the bounds for a long while anyway. Sure he’d essentially cast you adrift, jobless and with no one looking out for you, but, well, they were looking after you now, weren’t they? So it wasn’t all that bad.

"Good job, pup," Ghost said fondly, ruffling Johnny's hair. "Captain's gonna love 'er."

"How do you lads want to play it?" Gaz asked. "Could go in tonight. Won’t take much to knock her out, pack up her things, take her to the cabin. Get her nice and situated for when Price gets back."

"No point in waitin', is there?" Ghost asked. "Nice she's on the ground floor. Makes takin' 'er things easier. I'll go round 'n' check the windows in a bit. Should wait till after midnight. Don't want to be spotted by the neighbours."

"No' much risk o' tha'," Soap said. "Knocked over a bunch of bins last I was here and the cunts didna even turn on a light. Just the bonnie thing worryin’ while the rest of ‘em sleep sound."

Gaz lit a cigarette, nodding thoughtfully. "Small apartment too. Is there much to move?"

Soap shook his head. "Nah, no' much. Sweet girl lives simply. I told ye, she's perfect for the captain. He'll be able to spoil the fuck out of her, once she's broken in, aye?"

"Know 'e'll like that. Man needs a wife to dote on. ‘e’s been goin’ a bit crazy, all alone. An' 'e can train'er up nice."

"Think he might share?" Gaz asked wistfully, exhaling a stream of thin smoke as he sighed. "Nice soft girl like that-- Plenty to go around."

Ghost laughed. "Thought we'd 'ave trouble gettin' Johnny to keep 'is 'ands to 'imself, and you're the one droolin'."

"Scuse me for having eyes, mate. Just think she looks sweet."

"We'll get to see first 'and soon.” Ghost clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on lads. Let's get ready."

You wake up on the hard metal floor of a moving vehicle, your pounding head cradled in someone's hands. That's what you notice first, and the thumbs rubbing circles against your neck soothingly.

It has the opposite effect. Your eyes fly open.

“Hi, bonnie,” a somewhat familiar face grins down at you, blue eyes smiling, but too intense, glittering in the low light that filters in from the windows at the front of the truck. “How’s yer head?”

You grimace, trying to make sense of what’s going on around you. The back of the van seems to be filled with boxes. “Aren’t you Finn and Rory’s uncle?”

“Aw, ye remember me? Knew ye were a sweetheart.”

You try to sit up, but Johnny puts a strong hand on your shoulder and keeps you where you are. Your head feels too heavy to try and fight him, your muscles weak. “What’s going on?” you ask. “What— Is this a kidnapping?”

“Tha’s an ugly word, bonnie. We’re doin’ ye a favour, really. Settin’ ye up with someone respectable. Captain’ll take good care of ye.” He pats your cheek. “Whyna get back to sleep? Still a ways to go, aye?”

Maybe it’s just a bad, weird dream. You do feel foggy, like you’re not fully attached to your body, and keeping your eyes open is a struggle. You’ll wake up back in your own bed, and have a funny story to tell if you ever bump into Johnny again. He’s definitely too nice to be a kidnapper, right? Like, people don’t really do that sort of thing. It has to be a dream.

“Okay,” you mumble, letting your eyes close again.

As you suspected, you wake up again in bed. The headache’s receded some, and there’s warm sunlight streaming in through the windows. You bury your face into the pillows, and then bolt upright. The pillow smells weird, like sweet tobacco and spice, and you don’t get morning sun in your bedroom. The window faces a brick wall across a narrow alley.

The room you’re in now is not your room. It’s sparsely furnished, just a dresser under the window and the bed you’re tucked into, and two doors, one that’s clearly a closet, and one that must lead out into the rest of the… house? Judging by the sound of birdsong outside, you’re out of the city.

You pad to the window and look out. There’s a van in the driveway, and three men carrying things in. One of them looks up and spots you in the window, waving cheerfully.

Not a dream. Fear grips you, ice sliding down your spine, shards settling in your stomach, needling and uncomfortable. Your sinuses prickle like you’re about to cry, but no tears come. You’re too dehydrated to summon them. It’s hard to tell how long you’ve been out— It’s fully daylight outside, but you have no idea what time. A second look around the room finds a digital clock sitting on the nightstand, 3:05 glaring back at you in red.

There’s a knock on the door, and it pushes open. The man who walks in is handsome, smiling at you so beautifully that your automatic response is to try and smile back, although you feel that it’s flimsy, unsure. There’s no chance that this man is here to help you, but you at least hope he’s not here to hurt you either.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks. His voice is as pleasant as his face is, smooth and cheerful, although it makes you wary about him on principle. “You hungry?”

You shake your head. It’s not true, but you can’t trust that there wouldn’t be drugs in anything they give you.

“Well, come on downstairs, hm? Get some water at least. Maybe a tea?”

Your stomach churns. “I might be sick,” you manage to squeak out. He quickly ushers you out into the hall and into a bathroom. You don’t make it to the toilet, but you do manage to make it to the sink. If you had a little more fire in you, you might have tried to vomit bile onto the pretty man’s shoes, but it’s hard to shake the instinct to be good, not to make any trouble, to hope that they’ll just let you go. You’re not even sure what they want. You have no family to ransom, you don’t have any money to speak of, you’re just a fat little ex-nanny still paying off an English Literature degree from a second-rate college.

You turn on the sink to wash away the sick, and rinse your mouth out. Your hands start shaking when you realize your toothbrush is sitting in the holder next to the sink, like it belongs there. Your makeup bag is sitting on the counter too, and when you look down, you realize you’re standing on your own bathmat, taken from your home and arranged here, as if effects from your own house are supposed to make you feel comfortable. You look at your reflection in the mirror, and then at the man still standing in the doorway, his brown eyes all concern, as if he wasn’t party to a fucking nightmare.

You straighten up, gripping the counter to steady yourself. “What the hell is this?” you ask, trying to inject some authority into your quaking voice. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“I’m Gaz. Nice to meet you. Johnny had lots of nice things to say about you.”

So that hadn’t been a dream either. You look around the room desperately, looking for anything that could possibly be used as a weapon, but Gaz seems to know exactly what you’re doing, and he steps into your space quickly to grab your hands.

“None of that. Come on. You’ll feel better after a tea, yeah? Then you can get ready to meet the captain.”

He leads you downstairs. Questions spin around your head, but you’re not sure if it’s worth asking. Gaz only bothered to respond to one of the three you’ve asked so far, and it wasn’t the one that you were most interested in an answer to. So you stay quiet instead, taking in the layout of the big room. A front door and a back door, and windows that look out onto a forest on one side of the property, and more forest on the other side, beyond a large cleared space with a neat garden and a few fruit trees. There’s a second building that you can just see the corner of from the kitchen window, more likely a garage than a neighbour.

Gaz backs you up against the counter and leans down slightly, his hands gripping your thighs. You panic, the touch surprising you, and slap him across the face. The sharp sound makes you freeze, like it wasn’t you that had done it. He takes advantage of your surprise to shove you up onto the counter and grab both your hands with one of his, all the friendliness draining our of his eyes in an instant as he points a scolding finger at you. You feel like you’ve done something naughty that you’re not fully aware of the implications of yet, a badly trained dog or a child. “I’m going to let that one slide, because I understand that this is a big change for you. But you’re not going to like what happens if you try that again, understood?”

You nod quickly, your own eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry,” you say, the instinct for appeasement rearing it’s skittish little head.

And then the smile returns, as pretty as before, storm clouds blowing away as though they’d never been there to begin with. “It’s alright, doll. Just don’t do it again. And definitely don’t try that attitude on with the captain.” He taps the pointing finger against your nose playfully, and lets your hands drop back into your lap.

The rules seem simple enough. Be good and sweet, and get friendly faces in return, to a degree. No matter how cooperative you are, you doubt they’re going to let you go home. Fighting back means consequences, and you’re not sure how far those consequences will extend. If you’re too much trouble, it’s not a stretch to imagine that they’ll just kill you outright and try again with a meeker woman. You don’t yet know if death would be the more preferable outcome.

You pull your sweater down over your thighs. The black zip-up hoodie isn’t yours (the word Riley is stitched onto the front of it), but it’s big, and even though it smells faintly of cigarettes, it affords you at least a little modesty and comfort, more than the tank top and the sleep-shorts you’re wearing underneath do. Riley must be the third man. Was he the captain? Or was there a fourth one somewhere?

Johnny comes through the door carrying your suitcases, and he grins widely when he sees you, the charming, boyish one that you’d thought was handsome before. It’s only unnerving now. “Didja have a good sleep, bonnie?”

“You drugged me,” you accuse.

“Weel, of course. You were no’ goan ta come all peaceable, and LT wouldna be patient if ye were cryin’ the whole way here.” He trots upstairs, and you can hear him drop the bags with a thump, before he’s clattering back down the steps and leaning against the counter next to you. “How’d’ye like yer new home, bonnie? S’a nice place, aye? Better than tha’ little shoebox back in the city.”

“I like my apartment,” you protest.

“Psh, ye’d say tha’. Puttin’ on a brave face since yer such a good girl. But it wasna verra safe, was it? No’ a single neighbour paid us any mind while we were loadin’ up yer things. No’ a good place for a single girl, aye?” He reaches out and puts a big hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. “Now ye’ll be taken care of, like ye should be.”

“I don’t want to be taken care of.”

“Nonsense. Ye’ll be glad, once ye get used to things. Already looks real homey in here, don’t ye think?” He gestures at the living room.

You twist to look, and your stomach sinks. Your throw pillows are on the couch, one of the afghans you crocheted hanging over the back of it. You recognize the titles of your books on the shelves. These men were nothing if not thorough, surgically removing your entire life and transplanting it to this house in the woods, with it’s wood panel walls and big, overstuffed leather couches.

He continues blithely, like he’s not delivering some of the most horrifying news you’ve ever heard. “Most of your furniture’s in the garage, ye can sort tha’ out with Price, aye? But we brought all yer clothes and decorations and whatnot in. Figure ye should wear tha’ pretty black sundress, an’ those long stockin’s with the clippy belt, ye ken the one? Cap’ll like those.”

They’d been through all your things. If you had anything left to throw up, you might’ve again. Gaz sets a glass of water on the counter next to you. “How d’you take your tea, doll?”

“Milk, two sugars,” Johnny answers for you. “Our sweet lass has a sweet tooth, aye?”

“How do you know that?” You can hear the quiver in your voice, and it doesn’t slip by either of them.

“Come oan, hen, ye ken I didna jus’ pick ye off the street. Did my research. Wouldna pick just anyone for the captain.”

“When he said he’d found the perfect girl, we didn’t believe him at first,” Gaz says, leaning against the counter on the other side of the kitchen while the tea steeps. “But Ghost and I knew he was right, soon as we saw you.” He nods at the glass. “Drink your water. You haven’t had anything since last night.”

“Is it drugged?” you ask flatly.

“No, want ye awake for when Price gets here. Yer a real cute thing asleep, but we want him ta hear yer pretty voice and see that smile, aye?” Johnny reaches past you and picks up the glass of water, taking a big swig to demonstrate it’s harmlessness.

You take a careful sip when he hands it back to you, and then another, resisting the urge to just gulp the whole thing down. The door opens again, and the biggest man you’ve seen in your life walks in, wearing a black t-shirt and a mask with the jaw of a skull printed on it, pulled up over the lower half of his face. He looks at you dispassionately, and then at Gaz and Johnny. “What the ‘ell have you two muppets been sayin’ to the poor thing?” he asks, his voice rumbling like an avalanche. “She looks like she’s gonna faint.”

“Figure she’s just peaky,” Gaz says defensively. “I’m making her tea.”

The big guy swats Johnny’s hand away from your knee impatiently, and cages you in against the counter, one huge arm on either side of you. “How’re you feelin’ bird? Be honest.”

“Terrified,” you admit.

He chuckles. “Sensible, considerin’. But you don’t need to worry, olright? No one’s gonna hurt you, so long as you’re good. And you want to be good, don’t you, bird?”

You nod. You’d thought Gaz and Johnny were big, but this one’s huge, broad and tall and even scarier. It’s clear why they started off introducing themselves to you in the order they did. If this man had been the first thing you’d seen after waking up you probably would have gone into hysterics.

“Use your words, pet.”

“I want to be good,” you say obediently, because you don’t see any other options, at least for the moment.

“Good girl,” he says, and there’s the slightest hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

Somehow, this is the most comforting thing that you’ve experienced all day. You won’t be hurt if you’re good, and you are being good.

He pushes back from the counter slightly, giving you more space, takes the mug of tea from Gaz, and hands it off to you. “Small sips,” he instructs. “And maybe a biscuit, if you think you can keep it down.”

“Are you the captain?” you ask nervously, gripping the mug with two hands.

“Hm? No. ‘e’s still about an hour out. I’m Simon. Ghost to these two.” He fishes an open package of biscuits out of the cupboard and sets them next to you. “Once you finish your tea, we’ll get you ready. Want to make a good first impression, right bird?”

“Not really,” you admit. “I’d like to go home.”

He laughs, at least finding your honesty amusing. “That won’t be ‘appenin’. If Price dun’t want you, I’ll keep you myself. But I’ll tell you right now, you’ll like Price better. If you’re good for him, he’ll be real good to you, understood?”

You bite your tongue. It won’t do you any good to point out that a man that would accept a person as a gift is probably not capable of being good to anyone. Good is subjective, and the three men in front of you are lunatics. Their captain probably has the slightest bit stronger a grasp on his sanity, or a consistent moral code, if not a particularly righteous one. So you just keep your mouth shut, and drink your tea, and eat two chocolate digestives while Gaz and Johnny start collecting things to make dinner.

As soon as you set your empty mug to the side Ghost pops you down from the counter and ushers you upstairs with a big hand placed a little too low on your back. He tells you what to wear (down to the lingerie), but blessedly doesn’t insist on watching you get dressed. He does sit on the edge of the tub and watch you put on makeup, however, requesting red lipstick and winged eyeliner. Your hands are still a little shaky, but you manage to do as he asks. His eyes smile at you just a little when you’re obedient. You feel pathetic for not making a fuss, but you’re not sure what you can possibly do, except something stupid that will make them angry enough to hurt you.

He helps you into a pair of strappy red heels that had been languishing in the back of your closet before they dug everything out, and straightens the seam of your stockings, running his big hands up your calves. It’s like you’re a doll, dressed just how he wants, something to look pretty and say less than nothing, a gift for some other man you’ve never met to keep on a shelf.

Or worse, to play with.

You hear Johnny and Gaz greet someone downstairs, their voices loud and excited, and your heart skips nervously.

Ghost rises to his feet, smiling so big you can see it even with the mask. “Wait right here, pet,” he says firmly, leaving you sitting on the edge of the bed while he goes off to greet his captain. “Want to introduce you proper.”

So you sit, and you wait, shaking and nervous, for what feels like eternity, until you hear Simon’s surprisingly light footfalls on the stairs again. He offers you a hand, and hoists you over his shoulder as soon as you’re on your feet, carrying you down into the living room.

“We all pitched in,” Gaz says, as casually as if he meant throwing in five dollars for a card. “But she was Soap’s idea.”

“Picked ‘er out special, Cap,” Johnny says. “She’s perfect for ye.”

“She?” an unfamiliar voice asks. “Don’t tell me you got me a dog.”

“Better than that, skipper.” Ghost laughs as he circles around the couch, and drops you carefully into the man’s lap, stepping into line with the other two. “We got you a wife.”

I've been low-key thinking about this concept since I read ohbo-ohno's Don't Leave Me Locked in Your Heart a while back (If you haven't read and you like a good dark fic, you should click that link, you may enjoy it). I think getting someone a person as a gift, or being given as a gift, rather, is a fun fucked up fantasy to explore. I'm not entirely sure where I'll take this but I promise to put in content warnings. Let me know if I miss something, I don't want anyone to be surprised by what they find!

Image Credits: Banner

Dividers: 1 - 2 - 3 by @/Cafekitsune

#cod mw fanfiction #cave writing #John Price x Reader #x reader #dark fic #Price please keep your dogs on leashes they are terrorizing women #The boys missed the real retirement party because they got emergency deployed and they've been trying to reschedule all year long #Good thing they've got such a good gift to make up for it #The homies in discord agree: These guys are unsettling

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Kiss and Make Up || Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: With the couple on a break, it’s hard for Daniel to see Y/N, especially when she’s looking so good in his favourite dress.

Song: Kiss and Make Up - Dua Lipa & BLACKPINK

Warnings: 18+ oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. A little bit of swearing.

Word Count: 3.6k

a/n: I think (???) I’m getting a little better at writing smut. one day I swear I will write one without giggling after every sentence. enjoy!

Daniel's blood boils as he watches her, watches his girl at the centre of attention of his fellow drivers. He wants to be angry at her for entertaining them in the first place, but he's angrier at his so-called friends for gawking at her and passing off their obvious flirting as 'just being nice'. It's annoying because she knows she looks good - incredible, in fact - an emerald green satin dress hanging perfectly on her body, displaying just enough leg to be considered dangerous. It bothered him even more that he chose that particular dress, and now she was parading around in it for everyone to see; for everyone to stare and drool over her. He didn't like it one bit, but he didn't have a choice.

It was his fault that they were on a break. He'd lashed out, said horrible things. Tension had been brewing between them for a couple of weeks and she could sense he was about to burst. She hadn't done anything wrong; he could see that now. He'd had more than enough time to sit with his thoughts and come to regret everything he'd said, but she hadn't been interested in hearing his apology. At first, in his anger, he'd blamed her friends. He was convinced their influence had led her to her decision, that they'd been whispering in her ear and plotting against him for some time. However, deep down he knew it was nobody's fault but his own.

The 'will he, won't he' situation at Alpha Tauri had gotten the best of him. His overwhelming desire to race took up all of his attention, leaving Y/N completely on the sidelines. She'd understood, of course she had. Racing was Daniel's dream and she knew how important it was for him to find a seat and get back out on the track, but when things seemed to get difficult and look uncertain, Daniel directed his frustrations towards her.

"You're a fucking coward, d'you know that? Who are you to stand here and speak to me like that?"

"Oh, drop the bigger person act, Y/N. It wasn't too long ago that you were going through a rough time and - "

"Don't you fucking dare. You know that doesn't compare to the way you've been behaving. It is completely different."

"You know how important this is to me. Sorry, but I think I'm allowed to be a little stressed." He held his hands up in mock surrender which only irritated her further.

"A little stressed, yes. A total asshole? No."

"Where are you going?" He asked, watching her scoop up her phone and keys from the counter and stuff them into her pocket.

"Anywhere you are not. I can't be around you when you're like this, Daniel." Her voice cracked as she turned away, but she didn't allow him to see her cry. He may not have approved of her being the bigger person, but it's what she had to do. A text a couple of hours later confirmed her need for space, and after spending thirty straight minutes trying to type a response, Daniel realised he had to respect her wishes.

“Here.” Max interrupts, sliding a drink into Daniel’s hand.

“What’s this?”

“I couldn’t stand and watch you stare at her any longer. At least with a drink in your hand you actually look like you’re at this party and not just a creepy stalker.” He chuckles into his glass, the joke going over Daniel’s head, not even bringing the slightest smirk to his lips.

Max gulps, wincing a little at the strength of his drink. “Just go talk to her.” He says, eyes flicking between his friend and Y/N.

“I can’t. She wants space and I have to respect that.”

“Yeah, but anyone can see you’re not okay with that…”

Daniel knew Max had a point. As much as he wanted to give Y/N the space she needed and do everything he could to fix their relationship, he hated being away from her. He hated sitting across the room whilst she pretended he wasn’t there. She hadn’t looked at him once throughout the entire evening and it was starting to aggravate him. He needed to talk to her, even if it was just to find out how she was doing. He didn’t even know if that was a question he had the right to ask, but he wanted to anyway.

Plus, the way she was strutting around in those heels and playfully fixing her hair every few minutes was driving him insane. His eyes couldn’t resist following the trail from her feet, up her legs and to her hips. If she so much as leaned over the bar or stretched to grab something, he’d see beneath the thin green satin and hopefully find out she was wearing tiny, or perhaps no underwear.

He fidgets uncomfortably in his seat, setting his glass down on the table before his knuckles turn white from gripping it so tightly. As Y/N takes Carlos’ hand and twirls beneath his arm, Daniel jumps up from the stool, holding onto the table to steady his feet. “Hey, come on. You know they’re good friends.” Max warns, holding an arm out to try and stop him.

“Make your mind up, Max. You told me to go and talk to her.” He doesn’t even look at Max as he speaks, as his gaze remains fixed on Y/N whilst she dances with the Ferrari driver. There’s nothing suggestive between their dance, and it’s not the first time Daniel has seen them together like this, but he’s suddenly not as comfortable with it as he usually is.

“I think you should calm down a bit first.” Max tries to be stern with the older driver, but he knows his words are going through one ear and straight out the other side. Daniel glances at the Dutchman and gives only a second of thought to his words, then chooses to ignore them entirely.

Stepping past Max’s arm, he makes his way into the crowd and closer to Y/N. Mid-conversation, Charles and Pierre’s heads turn to the Australian as he weaves around clumsy partygoers, almost parting the room in two to get through. The two of them shuffle closer to the bar to get a better view as he reaches Carlos and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Can I cut in?” He asks, once again not bothering to look at who he’s speaking to. Instead he looks down at Y/N, who glares up at him with cold, unblinking eyes.

“Sure.” Carlos mutters, stepping aside, failing to notice Y/N tightening her grip on his hand to try and stop him. Daniel takes his place, his hands awkwardly hovering near her waist.

“Are you going to wrap your arms around me, or just stand there?” She asks abruptly, her tone coming out a lot more aggressively than she’d intended.

Daniel’s hands find her waist and pull her closer, making sure no one else can hear their conversation. Her hands are pressed against his chest awkwardly, all attention concentrating on her feet so she doesn’t fall.

“What do you want, Daniel?” She sighs, exasperation and downright exhaustion evident in her voice. This makes Daniel’s stomach turn and part of him wants to fall to the ground and beg for her forgiveness. He never thought he’d see the day when he’d be the one to make her feel like this. She was disappointed in him, and he was kicking himself for ever uttering a bad word to her.

“I need to apologise - “

“No, you just needed to get me on my own away from the guys.”

Her icy tone catches him off guard, but he feels he deserves it. As much as he’s desperate to finally apologise, he can’t deny that seeing her spending her night with everyone but him was making him jealous. He’d watched her friendships with the drivers blossom over time, especially Carlos and Lance, yet seeing their arms around her and smiles aimed in her direction tonight drove him crazy.

“Am I wrong?” She mocks, reluctantly wrapping her arms around his neck for the sake of her own comfort.

Daniel chooses not to answer, which is an answer in itself. She sniggers, looking off to the side to see the group all engaged in conversation with one another. She knows they’re all putting on an act and pretending not to eavesdrop. Those drivers love a gossip just as much as the next person.

“I don’t like seeing you with them.” Daniel finally admits, his voice low. He doesn’t intend for the entire grid to know his business.

“It’s never bothered you before.”

“Well this time is different.”

“How?”

“Because you’re not speaking to me.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Silence falls between the couple, Y/N’s hold around Daniel’s neck loosening. He reaches up and grabs her hands, readjusting them and holding her wrists tightly. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” She asks, glaring up at him, a devious smile poking at her lips.

“Don’t try to walk away from me.” He lets go of her arms, letting them float down to her sides as he leans in close, lips pressed against her ear. “Especially not when you’re dressed like that.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes at his words. A poor and sorry attempt at winning her back, yet completely expected from Daniel. “You think sex is going to fix this?”

“Who said anything about sex?” He plays dumb but she sees straight through him. That had always been a thing in their relationship; they were both terrible liars, or rather couldn’t lie to each other as the other could always spot it.

Stepping back, she calls over to Kika who’s stood between Pierre and Charles, tracing circles around the rim of her glass. “Bathroom.” She smiles and Kika nods, slipping away from the table.

Daniel sees this and steps forward, blocking Kika’s path. “Actually, she doesn’t need you to go with her.”

“Daniel - “ Y/N snaps, cut off by his arm linking with hers and pulling her in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Come on.” He barges through the doors, squeezing the two of them into the first stall and turning the lock.

“I can’t believe you just spoke to Kika like that.” She whispers angrily, yanking her arm out of his grasp.

“She’ll get over it.”

“Pierre won’t.”

Y/N folds her arms over her chest, leaning against the flimsy cubicle as Daniel’s eyes wander around the small space. She sighs, heels scraping against the ground as she stands back up straight. “Well you got me here. What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Actually, I don’t. Did you bring me in here to apologise… or was there something else?” There’s a shift in her tone and a look in her eye that Daniel instantly recognises. He knows she’s still angry at him, but sees there’s a part of her that wants him just as much as he wants her.

Sparing her a proper response, he slips a knee between her legs and pushes her against the wall. It shakes a little, encouraging a small smile to appear on her face. “You disappoint me, Ricciardo.” She purrs, running a perfectly manicured finger across his jaw.

“Something tells me you’re not so disappointed.” He grinds his knee upwards, pressing it against her clothed pussy. She groans, body slumping forward in pleasure. He catches her with his chest, pushing her back up, keeping her upright against the wall. “Does that sound like the moans of a disappointed woman?”

“Shut up.” She hisses, delicate fingers wrapping around his throat to pull him in for a kiss. Daniel moans, the sound strangled as her nails dig into his neck. The kiss is entirely in her control as she holds him in place, squeezing his throat just enough to make his breath hitch. She draws back, sucking his tongue between her lips and letting it go with a quiet popping sound.

“If we do this, it doesn’t magically fix anything.” She breathes, releasing her grip on him to rest her hand on his chest.

Daniel is smart enough to know better, and knows that hasty sex in a bathroom stall isn’t going to mend all of their problems, but he’s too turned on and fuelled by liquid courage to care. Running his hand over the top of hers, he links their fingers and flips her around to face the wall, pressing her palm flat against the cold wood. She yelps in surprise as he uses his free hand to hike her dress up. He’s delighted to see the black lace that’s barely covering her, and he hooks his forefinger through the waistband to pull her ass towards him. “Planned on getting lucky tonight, huh?” He taunts, his fingers tracing the patterns in the lace.

“I was hoping one of the guys would take me home.” She quips sarcastically, bending over more and grinding her ass against his hand. Daniel groans, letting go of her hand so he can use both freely. He grabs her ass and spreads her legs, his mouth falling open at the sight of her pussy peeking through her underwear.

Wasting no time, he drops to his knees and pushes the thin string to the side, giving him full access to the part of her he needs the most. Feeling his hot breath against her exposed cunt, she gasps, parting her legs even further. “That’s it.” Daniel hums, taking his middle finger and running it slowly through her folds. Y/N’s legs quiver as he touches her, barely inserting a finger as he concentrates on circling her pussy and feeling just how soaked she is. His finger eventually finds its way to her clit, flicking gently against the swollen bud, making her whole body twitch with arousal.

She moans his name, the word elongated on her tongue. He stops for a second, lying his hand flat against her core. “Shh… You don’t want people hearing us now, do you?” He whispers.

Squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip to suppress any further sounds, Y/N nudges Daniel with her leg, urging him to continue. Instead, he grabs her thighs and pulls her closer to him, her feet sliding along the slippery tiled floor. “Let me taste you, baby.” The sound of his voice disappears between her legs, her thighs almost cupping his cheeks as he finds her clit with his tongue. The tip of his tongue swipes across her clit, slowly then repetitively in a rhythm. His hands hold onto her thighs tightly, his fingers leaving indentations in the supple skin.

Y/N sinks her teeth into the back of her hand, trying her best to stay quiet. Saliva and bite marks cover the spot just above her wrist whilst Daniel buries his head further and laps up her pussy like a starving animal. His nose pokes between her folds, and the newfound friction elicits a heavy exhale from deep within her chest.

Desperate to keep that nose she loves so much as close to her as possible, she reaches behind to grab Daniel’s head and guide him to the perfect spot. Fingers tangling in his hair and clutching at the roots, she rides his face, relishing in the feeling of his tongue flat against her clit, and the tip of his nose pressing into her. Daniel holds his breath as she ruts her hips against his face, gripping her thighs until it hurts. She winces, tensing the muscles as she rests her forehead against the wall, teeth still gnawing on her hand. He grunts, the sound sending a vibration to her clit and throughout her entire body, making her knees buckle beneath her. He catches her, supporting her body with his hands alone as he delves his face deeper to suck her clit into his mouth.

Losing all sense of caring, Y/N lets her hand fall free from her lips, releasing a stifled moan that echoes around the bathroom stall. Her thighs squeeze together involuntarily as she comes, and Daniel has to prize them open to set himself free. He stands, hands fumbling with his jeans as he sloppily lays kisses on the back of her shoulder, his chin still slick with moisture, so much so that Y/N can smell her own scent filling the air.

“What did I tell you about staying quiet?” Daniel whispers, his lips barely touching the back of her ear.

“I’m sort of sick of you telling me what to do.” She retorts, attempting to hide the shakiness in her voice. Daniel rolls his eyes, trying to ignore her words as he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving them bunched around his ankles. He knows she’s not just talking about the present, but he’s too desperate to feel her wrapped around his cock to let it bother him. He hasn’t been able to touch her for weeks, and seeing her spread wide for him like this is enough to almost push him to the edge already.

Hands gripping her dress around her waist, he pulls her towards him, sliding his cock inside her effortlessly. Mutual gasps of pleasure and hissed curse words slip off of their tongues as he bottoms out inside of her, his clammy hands losing grip of the satin. Reaching round to grab her arms, he crosses her wrists and holds them behind her back, forcing her cheek against the wall to support her upper body. There’s an aggression to his actions, one hand holding her wrists and another snaking its way into her hair. Tugging her head back, he leans forward, his face beside hers. She looks at him through her peripheral vision, a smug smile on her face as she notices his slack jaw and half-lidded eyes. Daniel was never truly in control when it came to Y/N. The effect she had on him was dangerous and made him want to do things unimaginable. All she had to do was look at him a certain way and he’d literally and figuratively drop to his knees for her.

Daniel’s slow thrusts tell her that he doesn’t plan on lasting very long. Despite his tight hold on her and rough fingers in her hair, his hips roll in leisurely circles, the tip of his cock stroking her g-spot in a deliciously torturous rhythm. The restroom door creaks, a collection of footsteps clattering along the floor outside. With shadows passing the stall and voices filling the space, Daniel drops his hand from Y/N’s hair, instead using it to cover her mouth and keep her quiet. She tilts her head, sucking his forefinger into her mouth, her tongue wet and warm and making Daniel’s cock twinge inside of her. He moans, trying to swallow the sound so nobody will hear.

Daniel’s wet finger trails out of her mouth and down her neck, drawing a line of her own saliva along her throat. Wrapping his arm across her upper body, he holds her close as he fucks her, the heat between them making his shirt stick to his chest. Beads of sweat run down the back of Y/N’s neck and under her dress. Even beneath the harsh bathroom lighting, her skin glistens and looks good enough for Daniel to taste, to lick clean.

Voices gather at the sinks, water running and paper towels unravelling from the holders. Daniel silently prays for them to hurry up and leave, the feeling of Y/N’s pussy clenching around his dick becoming too much to bear. The muffled sounds of the music outside briefly fill the room, before disappearing behind the door. He releases his breath with a long groan, his body slumping against hers. “Finally.” He hisses, stepping back and pulling her ass with him, bending her into a perfect L-shape.

Relieved to be alone again, their pants and moans circle around the stall as Daniel drives his hips back and forth, quickening the pace. His firm grip on her ass cheeks leaves little white outlines around his fingers as he coaxes himself to climax. Hearing the sweet sounds coming from her mouth sends him over the edge, his thighs stiffening as he comes inside her, his body jolting forward in ecstasy. She straightens, resting her body against the wall with Daniel pressed against her back, his sweaty forehead slumped onto her shoulder. He pulls out with a huff, his cock leaking with cum and legs feeling sore.

Y/N readjusts and pulls her dress down, smirking to herself as she feels cum drip out of her and pool inside her underwear. She runs her hands through her hair, hoping she looks presentable as she turns to face Daniel. He zips his jeans and smiles at her, but doesn’t earn a smile back. “I told you, this doesn’t change anything.” She states flatly, reaching for the lock. He stops her, taking her hand in his.

“Come home with me.” He pleads, running his thumb softly over her knuckles, a stark contrast to the way he’d touched her just a few minutes prior.

“You’re kidding, right?”

Daniel’s expression remains serious. He opens his mouth to repeat himself, but she cuts him off with a defeated sigh. “Fine. But we leave now. I don’t need to be dealing with questions.”

“Deal.” He smiles, earning an eye roll from her as she unlocks the door and heads out, her heels clicking against the tile. He follows close behind, the satisfied grin never leaving his face.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 2 months

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Stuck In The Devils Arms

𖤐Pairing: Price x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, drinking, P in V, kissing/making out, age gap, blind dating, eating out, manhandling, praising, ass smacking, teasing, brat taming (?), groping, nipple play, aftercare,

𖤐Summary: When an Angel and Devil accidentally meet how will they handle each other

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"Price is old," Soap says as him and all of Task Force sat in the mess hell.

"That was so fucking random," Gaz says.

"I mean, the man is single, no kids, lives alone, probably has a cat or something...I mean, have you guys ever hear him talk about his love life?"

"Probably for a good reason, Johnny." Ghost says.

"Does he even date?"

"If he did, we will never know," Graves says, sitting next to Soap.

"What are you poor bastards talking about?" Price asked, sitting between Ghost and Alex.

"Soap, is being nosy about your love life," Ghost said.

"My love life?" Price asked, sounding offended.

"Price, you are a single man, when's the last time you went on a date?" Soap asked him.

"I went on a date not too long ago."

"WITH WHO!?" Soap jumps up.

"Jesus, I'm not telling," Price says. "I don't want you finding her and asking her how I am in bed, you'll never know, Soap," Price smirks as everyone at the table laugh.

As Price was eating his attention was caught by a new recruit, she was young late 20's maybe 26-28? Somewhere around there. Price watched as her dark green shirt showing off her breasts and her pants sitting high on her hips.

The Military's pants were men sizes and didn't fit the ladies, so the only way to get them to fit was buckling them around their waists. She picked this trick up by her dormmates.

She carried a tray, her hair slicked back into a high ponytail. She walks pass the Task Force table sitting with a group of girls, she knows.

Price watches her not in a creepy way or anything, but she was cute, beautiful even.

"Price, I'm going to set you up with someone."

"Fuck that, I'll do it on my own."

"No, let me, I know someone," Soap smirks.

"I don't trust you," Price says.

"Yeah, you do, come on, one time, you will like her."

"Man-"

"Come on, Price, it's one time."

"FINE!"

"YES! I'll let her know, you said yes."

"Why the hell did I just get myself into?" Price asked, putting his hands on his face, dragging his fingers down his cheeks.

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That Night (8:00PM)

Price was wearing some dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a black and white flannel, this was a casual date, hell, they are meeting at a bar, nothing special.

He has a drink in his hands and was looking at the TV behind the bar watching the football game going on. The bar door opens and the person was greeted by the bartender.

Price turns his head and sees a girl, she had asked for a screwdriver and waited, she looked like she was looking for someone. Price didn't want to bother her just in case it was the wrong girl.

"Are you John Price?" She asked, he turns and looks at her, she was cute, a cute sun dress and her hair curled with light makeup.

"Yeah, I am...are you?"

"Y/n...I'm Soap's friend." She moved a bit closer to John and she put her hand out, he shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you," he says.

"Same."

"How you know, Soap?" Price asked her.

"Our parents know each other," she says with a smile. "He told me a lot about you," she was sweet, Price can tell. She was calm and her voice was like velvet, smooth and soft.

He wanted to hear her talk, he would listen to her forever!

"So, are you and Soap friends?" She asked.

"Kind of."

"What's kind of?"

"I mean, we talk and hang out...so I guess we are," he says. She just gives him a smile. His heart skipped a beat. Price hasn't felt like this about anyone in a long time, his first love cheated on him, and all he's been doing is sleeping around every now and then.

"How come you agreed to meet me, without knowing me first?" she asked. "Was it to get him off your back?" She giggles.

"A bit yeah."

"Yeah, Soap can be a bit much, he's done it to me a couple times," she says.

The night consist of them talking, they forgot about their drinks, and mainly started talking more then worried about their drinks. Y/n had gone to the bathroom and she trusted him with her drink alone.

Price kept the cup in his view and death stared anyone who dared get close to her drink. She came back, her hand touched his shoulders, letting him know she was back and not to freak out.

She sits back down and fixes her dress. "Thanks for watching my drink."

"Of course."

Price and Y/n talked and then he asked her. "Do you wanna...go back to my place?"

"If it's okay with you?" She asked, her fingers circled the rim of her glass.

"Of course, it is, come on," he gives the bartender his card paying for both his and Y/n's drinks.

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Price opens his front door letting Y/n go in first. She takes off her flats and Price takes off his shoes and flannel.

"You want anything to eat?"

"Oh no, it's okay, you don't need to cook anything," she says.

"It's okay, come on, what do you want?" He asked, leaning over his marble counter as Y/n sat at the stool.

"Umm~ spaghetti?"

"Anything for the pretty girl," he smirks, giving Y/n butterflies.

Price was getting everything ready and Y/n walks to him and she washes her hand and helps Price.

"Can I help?"

"Sure," he smirks. He watches her pour the sauce into a pot and putting some water in the glass bottle shaking it to get the last bit of it and pouring it into the pot again.

He watches her, she was gentle, he stir the pot of tomatoes sauce. He grabs a knife and cutting board and starts chopping up mushrooms, green peppers, onions, and a few other things.

Y/n sat at the counter watching him with a glass of red wine between her hands. She watched at how skillful he was with a knife, she rests her chin on her palm as she was amazed by him and started to make small talk.

"So how long have you been in the Military?" She asked him.

"Since my twenties," he says with a smile.

"Wow...do you think you'll ever retire? Settle down with a family maybe?"

"Are you asking me, to start a family with you, miss Y/n?" Her face was red and she stood up straight.

"Eh-no...that's n-not what I-I meant, I was just wondering if you'll ever retire?"

"I don't have a plan to do so," he tells her.

"I understand...so when you're on your last leg," she cracks a joke on him.

"Wow! I will not. When I get married, and I have kids, then I'll retire till then I'm single, currently on a date with my Sergeants friend, who keeps...staring at me with her beautiful eyes," he says.

"John Price," she turns her head to avoid eye contact.

"They're pretty," he says.

She just shakes her head to try and hide her embarrassment. "You're just saying that," she says.

"I mean, I'm not wrong...Soap didn't say anything about those eyes of yours," Price says, leaning on the counter.

"I think my eyes are just fine," she giggles at him.

"...Can I kiss you?" He asked, bluntly.

"Price!” She was shocked.

“We don’t have to,” he says.

“No, it’s okay…” she gets off the stool and comes around the counter.

Her hand glides over the countertop and she looks up at him, her hand resting on his stomach before standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

The kiss was soft and gentle, Price pulls away first and then picks up Y/n placing her on the counter, he stood between her legs cupping her face and giving her another kiss.

Her hands rested on his chest as they both hear the water sizzling on the stove top. Price turns and lowers the heat on the stove.

"Should we eat first?" He asked.

"If the old man needs his food first to have enough stamina," she teased him.

"I not that old, I'm 40 years old," he says with a pout.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," she says, cupping his face and getting another kiss from him.

"Fuck it," he pulls the noodles off the stove along with the sauce and picked Y/n back up and took her to the bedroom, she giggles knowing she struck a nerve.

"What are you giggling at?" He asks her.

"Just how you got so mad over a simple comment," she says, Price can feel the smirk from her.

"Oh yeah," he smacks her ass earning a soft squeal from her and her legs bending up. He chuckles at her. "How cute, you got such a bratty attitude but when I manhandle you that all goes away."

"Oh no, sir, this is only a treat," she says, her hands on his back sitting up but then she flopped on the soft mattress.

She giggles when she bounces up a couple times, and Price watched as she was now on her back, elbows propping herself up, and her right knee bending exposing a bit of her panties.

He smirks, crawling up her and kissing her lips. She smiles and kisses his lips. His hands went up her body, holding her waist before his left hand unzipped her dress, she pulls the straps off her shoulders and Price pulls it down off her body.

She giggles when Price starts kissing her ankle and kissing all the way back up to her exposed chest. His mouth attached to her right nipple and his fingers played with her other.

She let's out a soft moan, her hands going into his hair and her back arches against his body. Price sits up and removes his shirt and starts messing with his belt.

Just undoing the belt before going back to kiss her lips. Price's rough, calloused hands held her waist before he starts moving them downward pulling her panties off and then he grabs her thighs and moves them over his shoulders.

It's been a while since someone has done anything like this to Y/n. Soap had known about Y/n never really wanting a relationship but didn't mind a hook-up every now and then, but this...what her and Price are doing is something she could live with.

Price licks his lips before gently kissing her wet folds. His tongue licked between her folds and then soon his tongue was pushing inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt good from what Price was doing to her.

She looks at Price and made eye contact with the older man. He smirks before sucking on her clit and shaking his tongue back and forth earning a breathy moan from her lips.

Price likes hearing her moans, he soon tasted some pre-cum coming from her lower half, he smirks before removing his tongue which earned him a annoyed groan from Y/n, he taps the side of her butt.

"Flip," he demands, he removes his pants as he stares at Y/n's ass as she flips over. He smirks before bending down and biting at her ass, she looks over her shoulder mouth opened letting out a soft and satisfied moan.

he moves a pillow under her lower half as he positions himself at her entrance and pushing inside of her. She puts her head back, her head hit against his broad shoulder. She looks in his eyes and lets out a few satisfied moans.

He was thrusting fast, he wasn't sloppy, kind of professional in a way, like he knew what he was doing. Y/n felt him hit against her spot a few times.

"You're doing so well," he praises. "You look so cute with your eyes really in the back of your head," he says.

"P-Price-" she was cut off by his lips on hers and she moans into the kiss.

"Those pretty eyes...rolling back...looking at me...they are so fucking intoxicating," he says with a smirk on his face before kissing her neck, he thrusts became harder, rougher even, the loud smacking of skin against each other filled the room.

His tip was throbbing wanting to cum inside of her, she squeezes around him when the feeling of wanting to cum filled her body, Price and her both moaned before they ended up coming together.

Price keeps going, he doesn't want this night to end just yet. he was going to keep going to prove that he isn't just some 'old man'. He smirks when seeing Y/n's face buried into the pillow, her moans muffled and her legs shaking.

price smirks knowing that her little comment is eating her. His hands rested on her waist guiding her to keep going faster, cause he wasn't done just yet.

As he was moving faster, Y/n's lovely moans being muffled and her eyes carrying some hot tears, not of pain but of pleasure. She loves this feeling probably more than Price.

"One more, love. I know you can cum one more fucking time," he demands.

He was sloppy with his thrusts again, and the sound of skin clapping, and sounds of something wet and sticky filled the room. She did what he asked her to do and that was to cum once more and she did.

Price smirks and pulls out of her, cum rushes from her lower half.

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Price was plating up the food, yes, he reheated it up. Y/n came downstairs in some shorts and a t-shirt that belonged to price.

"John, the shorts," she lets go of the shorts and they immediately drop to her ankles. "They don't fit," she says as Price laughs.

"Okay, you don't have to wear them," she steps out of them and temporarily places them on the back of his couch. She sits at the table as price gave her the plate and then goes back to get her a glass of water.

Y/n and Price ate and talked and by the end of it, she was being carried back upstairs to the bedroom to join Price. He places her on the side facing the closet door and he laid near the door.

"You get some rest okay?"

"Okay...good night."

"Night," he cups her face before holding her close to his chest.

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"Kids are confirmed," Soap says as he sits next to Price at the mess hall.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Price says.

"Y/n told me what you two did-"

"Is she pregnant?"

"Price, that's not how it works, it'll take time before that happens, and not only that, Y/n's on birth control, she wouldn't stop taking it for a stranger."

"She would for me," Price says, raising his eyebrows and sipping from his tea.

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poppy-metal · 6 months

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procrastinating like crazy dont tell my bio professor but but i raise to yoy ... upperclassman!jordan who's in some of your classes--who you aren't reaallyy friends w but it's sort of implied that they r there for you bc they always seem to end up coming to ur rescue when creepy guys hit on u at parties 🙄 because your scumbag bf is probably too busy playing beer pong with his bros. it's not like you and jordan go out of ur way to hang out w each other but you know they care about you at least a tiny bit !!

and it just so happens they live in the same building as aforementioned bf. n when you and he get into a fight--a big one, bad enough to leave tears streaming down your cheeks n your hands fisted at your sides--and you just want to get away from him, their door is the one u end up knocking on. sniffling when they open it up, barely having time to open your mouth around a meek "'m sorry." before they're gripping your chin, painstakingly gentle, eyes panicky. "hey- what happened? you're not hurt, are you?" and their tone, the way they touch you, everything--js makes you feel so much better :( hiccuping out "can i come in?" and they aren't gnna say no 🙄

make sure everything's okay, that he didn't hurt you, get you a drink n everything before sitting on the edge of their bed. you pacing, ranting abt dookieface bf between sniffles 😔 all "i just- i don't know who he thinks he is. i know i'm not perfect, whatever, but--i'm nice to him!! i mean, for fuck's sake, i'm pretty cute, too. nd he just- he doesn't care about me. i don't know what i did wrong." jordan mumbling out "hey, c'mere." bc your voice breaks w the last sentence and you're crying all over again :( wrap you up in their arms, hand coming up to hold the back of your neck. "you didn't do anything wrong, freshie. he's just an asshole." n they don't say it but they're fantasizing abt allll the ways they could kill him 🤗

and you pull back, wiping your cheeks w the back of your hand. "don't think he likes me, jordan. he ignores me nd--he's probably cheated on me a million times. it's like i don't mean anything to him--he can't--won't even make me cum." and jordan raises an eyebrow at that one. n you're quick on the defensive, "'s just- i don't know. don't even think he tries." and booy have u piqued their interest. you're just digging yourself a hole, unable to stop ur words from spilling out. "he- he was my first. ever. and it's like that meant nothing to him." taking a step back n mumbling out, "i'm sorry. that was too much, i just... i should probably go, anyways." as if they would ever let you 🙄 especialky after that lil confession.

n you're still close enough that they can grab your hips, pull you back towards them all gentle. "'s that why you came here, hm?" soft smirk on their face at the way you flush, stumbling over your words, your excuses--gripping your chin to shut you up. "shh. he's an asshole, baby, i know." when they stand up and turn you around, hands moving to your waist to sit you on their bed. your big eyes looking up at them, your shaky little voice when you whisper out, "jordan..." them pushing your legs apart so they can step between them :( grabbing at your thighs, leaning in so you can feel their hot breath on your ear when they whisper, "what is it, little girl? need me to make you cum, hm?" nddd you know it's wrong but you r nodding :( a little bit frantically :( and zoo wee mama are you in for it!! bc they csll jordan pussy destroyer for a reason!!!

too dleepy to proofread anf also my demons possessed me and. couldnt fight them off but ❤️❤️ love u poppy!!

-🦸‍♀️

grabs u by the shoulders and shakes u

breath catching n tears teetering on your lashes your mouth dropping in a perfect O when jordan pushes your thighs apart. their ringed hands sliding up your stocking clad thighs is enough to suck all the air out of the room and you're already panting by the time you let words tremble out, "b- be gentle, please?" because your boyfriend - ex - has always been rough meaty hands grabbing at you in ways that never made you feel small in a good way, more like a poorly treated chew toy. dry digits shoving in your cunt - pumping once, maybe twice, before calling it enough.

jordan chews on their lip, to you it looks like contemplating; but jordans just hiding a grin. you're such a little fawn, they think. stumbling on shaky legs from the jaws of a bear into the den of a fox, because it looks kinder. but jordans still has fangs and they still want to eat you up. the difference, they guess, is that they actually want you to enjoy yourself.

nothing feels quite as good to their ego than a cute girl squeezing the life out of their fingers with their cunt.

"you've been with bad men, not only that, but one who by the looks of it - can't lay pipe for shit." their hands soothe up your thighs higher, fingers hooking into the edge of your panties under your skirt. "we'll get you sorted, princess."

you think they'd slide your panties down but they dont. you jolt, though when you feel the bare brush of their knuckle against the slick folds of your cunt as they skim their fingers down the edges of your panties. they hook the fabric to one side.

their eyes flick up to yours, "have you ever been with a woman before?"

your shake your head, biting your lip. something flashes in jordans eyes. "you good with me eating you out like this?"

you feel your face flush but you're quick to nod. "yes." you rush to say, "um. youre very pretty."

jordan smiles then. something in their gaze softens, just a little. "thank you, baby." with their free hand they pat one of your knees, nudging it open - "spread for me? there you go -"

nawing on your lip as you spread your thighs shyly, you cant help but eagerly look at jordans reaction to seeing your cunt. the way their eyes darken immediately. they bite their own lip, silky hair falling around their cheek as they shuffle closer.

"fuck." they say. still holding your panties to the side, still just looking. "shit. i need to-" their eyes dart to your face, "was gonna rizz you up some more but i really fucking need to eat you out -"

your head falls back when they cut themselves off like they can't help it, can't talk anymore, the draw between your legs to intense, and their head is between your thighs and you feel the soft wet heat of their lips around your tight little bud and its so fucking good - already better than anything you've had. jordans so earnest - they fucking love eating pussy, you can tell. the way they move their tongue, like their kissing it - sucking your lips, licking between them, swirling around your clit. dipping in and out of your weeping hole.

your hands fist the sheets - you dont even remember your exes name.

#ask #🦸‍♀️ anon #sighs dreamily #jordan li smut #jordan li x reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 9 months

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Hi I had an interesting idea about barbie and the reader dating. Then everything goes wrong for her in the barbie world so she, y/n and Ken go to the real world. Y/n notices Ken being weird so follows him back to barbie land where they are brains washed to date another barbie and when barbie comes back with the humans. Then she notices all the change and tries to bring y/n back and it’s a happy ending and barbie and y/n live in the human world together adopting a pet dog

Ooo felt like I was writing almost the whole movie, but I enjoyed doing this request!!

Hope ya'll enjoy it, too <3

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"So let me get this straight..you had thoughts of dying last night, woke up with morning breath and terrible breakfast, fell from your dreamhouse, and got flat feet, too?

"Pretty much..." Barbie sighed as her gaze shifted away from yours, looking down to her hands resting in her lap. "Thank you for not freaking out."

"Of course, I know that won't help your situation." You nodded in understanding, although you were unable to hide your growing frown of concern.

It was most unusual not to see that perfect smile on your girlfriend's face as you always did. Every day and every night she wore it with pride, and it made her radiate with such confidence.

Now there was nothing but doubt and worry written all over her expression--negative emotions you didn't even know were possible for her to have.

She's Stereotypical Barbie, while you were just [Y/n]--a doll created as an alternative partner to Ken. Even though there's only one of you in all of Barbieland, it never bothered you or her one bit.

There was also Midge, Allan, Skipper, and others who were also unique dolls that you were close friends with.

And of course, you were friends with other Barbies and Kens, too...but Stereotypical Barbie was the one you loved most and looked forward to seeing every morning and every girls' night.

Yes, she convinced the other Barbies to let you hang out with them, and you felt honored.

For the longest time, it's always been this way.

Just you and her together, happily in love in this magical land with seemingly no problems or fears...

But then all of that suddenly changed.

Next thing Barbie knew, she was in your house, talking to you about all these troubling experiences she's had lately. Some of the other Barbies knew, although when they suggested she went to see Weird Barbie, she became afraid and ran to you for advice instead.

She didn't know how you'd react to seeing her slowly becoming "imperfect", but you were calm and collected as you listened to her concerns.

Part of her hoped that you would've disagreed and said there's a better solution to this--but unfortunately for her, that wasn't the case.

"Are you sure there's nothing else we could do?" She muttered in disappointment. "Is she really our only option?"

"Yes, but honestly she's not all that bad. I've actually met her myself once-"

"You have?? When??" She interrupted with a horrified gasp, although the annoyed look you gave her made her shrink back. "Sorry, go on."

"Listen, I don't know what they've told you..but I don't think we should be calling her "weird" right to her face." You tried reasoning. "For years we've been judging her too harshly. She was a Barbie once, too, you know...like you and the Madame President."

"Right...once. Now she lives in that creepy house up in the mountains and never talks to anyone." She shuddered.

"I know, but....um...Barbie?"

"I heard her legs are broken and that only started when she got flat feet.."

"Barbiiie-"

"Oh no...what if that happens to ME one day? What if I fall from my dreamhouse and break-??!"

"Barbie!"

"What is it?!"

"....your hands are doing that thing again.." You reached over to take her hands into yours, frowning slightly as you felt them trembling.

Only then did Barbie realize it, too, and felt silent. She was ashamed that you were watching her fall apart like this. You never should have to see her like this.

"I don't know what's happening to me, [y/n]...but I want this to stop. It has to stop."

"And that's why we should go see her as soon as possible." Letting one of her hands go, you reached up to cup her cheek, making her look directly at you. "I know you value your independence, but..would you feel better if I came along with?"

Her bright blue eyes remained wide, although seeing your comforting smile brought her some ease. And eventually her shoulders relaxed a little, as she nodded, mirroring your expression.

"Yes, I'd like you to come with me..thank you."

"Of course, darling." You kissed her cheek in reassurance. "I'll always be here for you. We'll figure this out together."

...........

The journey to Weird Barbie's home was long.

And not just because of the stairs leading up to it, but also because of the added challenge of Barbie wobbling in her high heels. She found them suddenly uncomfortable and groaned about not bringing comfier shoes.

You just helped her if she needed it...although in trying to make sure she didn't trip, you yourself nearly slipped on a tiny brown pellet.

Of course that was courtesy of Tanner, the discontinued dog doll, who appeared around the corner the moment he heard your voice. He greeted you with a bark, nuzzling his nose against your hand.

You smiled lightly and patted his head. "It's good to see you, too, boy."

He didn't have his owner around anymore, so he's been living here under Weird Barbie's care--despite her never bothering to clean up the "pellets" all around. You would've taken him home, but didn't think your girlfriend would approve.

After he went away, you spotted Weird Barbie coming out of hiding. She was thrilled to see you again...but looked confused when she realized you weren't alone and brought Stereotypical Barbie with you.

Eventually, she explained that there was a tear in the portal between Barbieland and the Real World, caused unknowingly by both Barbie herself and her doll's owner--and this could only be mended if she went there and found them.

The idea of leaving this place behind and see humans for the first time was a frightening prospect, for sure...but you convinced her this was the only way forward.

If either of you hoped to get things back to normal, she had to go.

You were surprised when she asked you to come along, although you were actually quite curious about humanity and figured it would be an interesting adventure.

Before long, you two departed from Barbieland in her pink convertible after the other dolls gathered around for a little "going-away" party, bidding you good luck on your trip.

There was only one other problem...

Beach Ken had snuck into the backseat, scaring you half to death.

Of course, you should have expected that.

He was one of the Kens that you were closest friends with, always supporting him when he does his "beach" job and hanging out at your place if Barbie was busy.

Before you came around, he was created for her specifically, although she never seemed interested in him. So he'd just admire her from afar and try to impress her at every opportunity.

Then when you entered the scene and won her heart so effortlessly, Ken settled with becoming your "wingman" for dates and such, still wanting to be valued as a friend (if not Barbie's boyfriend).

Yet you never noticed his longing, lingering stares and pouts whenever you took her attention away from him...and he often imagines himself in your place.

Of course, though, he respects Barbie first. He'd never think to cross any lines lest he upset either of you, and he assured you that he's simply coming along for the ride as "support".

You three have done a lot together in Barbieland.

Might as well add "Journey to the Real World" to that ever-growing list.

..........

Upon arriving to the human world, in a place called "Venice Beach", you realized it was quite....confusing, for a lack of a better term.

You, Barbie, and Ken were rollerblading through the crowded park, looking around at the humans who were either skating, walking, or staring at you three. Most minded their business, but others seemed to be bewildered by your brightly-colored outfits.

Some even outright laughed...and not the way that made you or Barbie feel good or confident.

Right away you could feel your girlfriend's growing discomfort as she squeezed your hand and asked why the men were looking at her so strangely.

You didn't know why, either..but you didn't like it one bit.

Ken, meanwhile, seemed completely oblivious to both of your feelings--almost relishing in the attention he was getting from both men and women alike.

That concerned you as well, especially since you had to drag him away from the construction workers after he bragged about having "all the genitals".

He knew that dolls didn't have them...right?

"Ken, I don't think we had to tell them that. Are you feeling okay?"

"Never better, why do you ask?" He looked at you with the most innocent smile.

You huffed. 'There's no way he can be this blind to what's going on....'

Before you could give him an answer, you saw some random dude laughing with his friends, before he hushed them and started creeping up behind Barbie.

You didn't know his intentions, so you got between them, scowling. "Can I help you?"

He froze, his eyes going to yours, and then back to her. "Damn, is that your girl?"

You blinked. "Um...yeah? My girlfriend, if that's what you mean."

"Wow...she's so hot." He couldn't stop gawking, not even looking at you anymore. "Did you buy her that outfit? I bet she's totally smoking under-"

You had absolutely no idea what overcame you in that moment.

But you suddenly wanted this jerk to shut up forever.

So you punched him in the face so hard that he fell to the ground. Blood gushed from his nose as you heard Barbie and Ken screaming behind you in horror.

Only then did you realize what you've done..and it freaked you out just as much:

You attacked a human being out of pure rage.

Since when were you capable of doing that?

In the moment, it felt good to defend your girlfriend from this stranger's unwanted comments, but the screams of your fellow dolls attracted a lot of attention from other people at the park..

Including several nearby police officers.

.............

After getting arrested twice--once for something called "unprovoked assault" and another for stealing western outfits from an outside clothing shop..

You've come to the conclusion that the Real World kinda sucked.

Of course, you expected a lot of obstacles to overcome, but Weird Barbie never informed you of these specific perils.

The only reason you haven't thrown in the towel yet was because Barbie refused to. She was desperate to find her owner and fix this mess, but obviously running around like a headless chicken wasn't bringing her any closer to them.

Plus she was sick of getting arrested.

Eventually you went to a bus stop, where she sat down and said she'll try to clear her thoughts. Maybe it will help her "see" where this child could possibly be.

You didn't mind waiting with her, although you noticed Ken fidgeting with the fringes on his shirt and looking all around, clearly bored.

"You can go on a walk, [y/n]. I don't mind."

You glanced at Barbie. "Are you sure?"

"It's fine, I just...need a little bit of space right now." She sighed. "I don't wanna be here any longer than we have to. I feel really awful about all of this and-"

"Hey, it's gonna be fine." Sitting beside her, you briefly removed your hat so you could peck her on the lips--a small reminder that you're still here for her no matter what. And when you pulled away, you saw a tiny smile adorn her features.

It was different from the bigger ones she wore back in Barbieland, but for some reason..

You liked this new smile better.

Ken saw it, too, and for a brief moment it made him feel a strange sensation in his chest.

Like a light and dull pain.

'Why couldn't she look at me that way-?'

"Don't think too hard, darling."

"I'll try not to. You can take Ken if you want. Make sure he doesn't get lost."

He snapped out of his thoughts and pouted at her words. "Hey, I can find my own way around!"

"Okay." You turned to him, putting your hat back on. "Where are you gonna go, then?"

"...are you asking me?"

"Who else would I be asking?"

He blinked owlishly, silent.

Defeated, you just sighed and gestured to a random direction. "Let's go this way. But not too far."

Ken nodded in agreement and started walking with you side-by-side, although you quickly noticed that he kept staring back at Barbie, refusing to pay attention to what's ahead of him--

Such as the middle-aged lady and her dog that he nearly bumped into.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't see you-" He began to trip over his own words, until she gazed back at him with the kindest smile.

"Oh it's okay, sweetie. Thank you for apologizing. Truly." She chuckled softly. "Most men your age just bump past me without even saying a word. Guess chivalry isn't dead, after all."

For a moment, Ken stood there with his jaw dropped.

Not only was she respecting him, but she called him "sweetie" and thanked him for the simple act of apologizing??

He didn't know what "chivalry" was, but it must have been a good thing if she was still smiling at him while saying that word.

He would've cried right there and then had it been Barbie speaking to him that way, although since this was only a human woman he just smiled and tipped his hat.

"Of course, my good lady." He answered smoothly. "Thank you for respecting me."

You raised an eyebrow at the bizarre trance your friend seemed to be in, although you noticed the lady's golden labrador coming up to you. The tag on his pink collar jingled as he looked up at you, wagging his tail and panting.

Suddenly all your focus was on this lovely creature as you kneeled down. "Hi, buddy." You cooed, a big smile on your face.

"Oh don't mind Tanner, here." She chuckled, setting the leash down to allow him more free reign. "He's a blind old bat, but he loves meeting new people..even if he can't see them too well."

"...did you say Tanner?" You looked up at her, surprised. "As in..?"

"Yes, the dog that came with that Barbie playset they discontinued. It was the closest thing I had to owning a pet as a little girl. I just..can't find it in my heart to sell it, y'know?"

"I understand. And how long...have you had this one for?"

"I actually adopted him a year ago. They said he's been waiting for somebody for a long time." She frowned slightly. "It's sad, really..how everybody loves dogs until they're no longer excited little puppies. Then they just get dumped at the nearest shelter to spend the rest of their days alone."

"That really happens? How horrible..." You muttered, feeling your heart sink with distraught.

"It is, but Tanner's lucky I saw him. He reminded me so much of my childhood that...I just had to take him home."

You were immediately cheered up by her story, and you put your attention back on the gold lab. He sniffed your hand, curious, and you decided to pet him on the head. His tail began wagging more in excitement, and it made you grin from ear-to-ear.

You've seen several other dogs being walked by humans, some tall and lanky, others intimidating with sharp teeth, and a few that were small enough to fit inside expensive purses.

But even though this one had gray strands of fur, wrinkles on his face, and cloudy-looking eyes that were all clear signs of old age....you still adored him.

And the fact he was named after Tanner, a Barbie companion still appreciated by a human adult who never truly outgrew her childhood...

It just melted your heart and restored your faith in the Real World.

"You're a good boy, Tanner." The words just tumbled from your lips as you continued petting him "I hope you live a long and healthy life."

"Oh he's in great health, the vet said so." The woman chuckled. "Aside from the...occasional IBS issues."

"Awh." You pouted a little, although you sprung to your feet with renewed energy. "Sorry. I just..never got to see a real dog up-close before. Thank you. This was an amazing experience."

"Sure thing, dear. By the way....where did your boyfriend go?"

"Oh he's not my.....wait...."

You panicked, eyes darting all around before you eventually spotted Ken walking into a busy district of the city, vanishing into the crowd.

"Crap! KEN!!!"

Racing to catch up to him, you had to push past several people, frustrated that he decided to run off without telling you beforehand.

Did the dog really bore him that much?

Eventually you did catch up to him--only to find out that the white cowboy hat you've been following for several blocks was someone else entirely.

So now it was you who was lost.

Oh, the irony.

You became anxious, wondering where on Ruth's pink earth he could've gone-

"[Y/N]!!!"

Suddenly hearing his voice, you looked to see Ken running towards you with the biggest grin plastered onto his face, nearly tripping down the stairs of the building behind him. It seemed like he walked out of it with an epiphany of his own, and you wondered what it was.

"There you are! You scared me!" You sighed in relief. "Look, I have something to tell you-"

"Me, too!"

"Wait..let's head back to Barbie in case she has anything to tell us."

"Right, right! She has to hear this! C'mon! I'll race you back!" He challenged.

You just smirked, fixing your hat. "You're on."

And with you getting the headstart, you two ran back to the bus stop to inform Barbie of what you've discovered on your walk.

It seems she also had something super important to tell you, too, and you all spoke at the same time:

She discovered the school where her owner is right now.

You discovered the beautiful connection between humans and pets.

Ken discovered that men ruled the world.

.........

It all spiraled downhill so fast.

After Ken's odd behavior became more noticeable the longer you've spent in the Real World, you decided to continue keeping an eye on him while Barbie went to meet her owner.

She seemed more confident in herself, reassuring you that she knew what she was doing and promising to see you back in Barbieland once everything was resolved.

So you weren't too worried about her anymore..

It's Ken who you began to worry for, if anything.

You didn't quite understand his recent obsession with the patriarchy and horses. He found books on them at the library and cradled them like prized possessions, showing you them and rambling on and on about what he read.

Then you followed him around as he tried finding jobs he was unqualified for, thinking it would be easy since he was a man. You had to awkwardly pull him away from tense situations before he got himself arrested again. Especially at the hospital.

You didn't know where this new attitude came from, but you feared that his exposure to the Real World was taking a toll on him.

So you headed back to Barbieland together.

He couldn't shut up about the things he discovered regarding men and their power, but part of you felt bad that he barely got his own voice back in your plastic world.

He was always either ignored or shutdown, or some other Ken spoke over him.

And so you let him talk..

Little did you realize that would be your worst mistake yet.

You gave him an inch, and he took a mile.

Soon enough he began talking over you, taking control of the vehicles needed to cross between the two worlds despite having never driven them before, and yet you never protested once.

By the time you both arrived back home, you've inadvertently allowed him to drill these thoughts into your brain until they were all you could think about..

No longer could you think for yourself.

Even Ken was confused when you began agreeing with everything he said, but he suggested telling the other Kens about what he found...and you obliged in helping him spread the word.

They all became "enlightened" as you both opened their eyes to the opportunities the Real World gave men that they were so deprived of..

It wasn't long before they staged a rebellion against the Barbies--against Barbieland Constitution itself, vowing to change society to benefit only them: the Kens.

Next thing you knew, you were living in the land of Kendom as a shell of your former self, dating a Barbie.

Not the Stereotypical one you've loved long before coming to the Real World, but a totally different one that you've only known for half a day.

Ken--who had completely transformed his looks into that of a macho wrestler, movie star, and rock star all rolled into one--convinced you that this was your Barbie all along, and you agreed with his every word.

You had forgotten everything before this.

You forgot the promises you made to Stereotypical Barbie when she first came to you with her problems.

You forgot how you kicked that perverted man to the ground until he bled to defend her.

You forgot that sweet lady and the real-life Tanner and the wonderful connection they shared.

You forgot who you were actually fighting for.

And that was your one true love.

Speaking of whom, Barbie arrived back later on with Sasha and Gloria. Although it was the tween girl who used to own her, it was actually the mother who unknowingly gave her those existential feelings in the first place. She thought to show them what her world was like and have you meet them.

But she was nothing short of confused and horrified at what has become of Barbieland:

The Barbies were suddenly servants and girlfriends who were weaker in power, existing solely to please their Kens, no longer holding their previous jobs. Her own dreamhouse had become something called a "Mojo Dojo Casa House" as Ken called it, decked out in all things horse-related along with TVs, sports equipment, and minifridges--ruining any and all "dreamy" aspects of it.

And to make matters worse...

She couldn't find you anywhere.

She became hysterical, demanding to know where you were and why everyone was acting so weird, while Ken just didn't seem to care anymore and reassured her you were "chill"....whatever that meant.

He thought he finally had her all to himself.

Yet he didn't feel any better.

But he thought she was the one in the wrong here--for not wanting to be with him and snapped at her, asking what made you so special.

The tension continued to escalate, eventually ending with him storming to the top floor of the house, throwing many of her cherished outfits off the balcony.

Suddenly, it all became too much for her to handle.

Everything she knew and loved was now destroyed, and she began to sob uncontrollably despite Gloria and Sasha's best attempts to console her.

Nothing they said made her feel any better as she plopped down onto the lawn.

She needed you.

Only you could make her feel better.

And before long, her prayers were seemingly answered as she heard your voice.

"Who's calling my name? Is that Barbie?"

Through blurry vision, she looked to see you walking towards her, annoyed and confused at the same time. She gasped, quick to jump up and run over to you, nearly tackling you to the ground in a tight hug as she buried her face into your chest.

"[Y/n]..!! I-I...I missed you so much!! Everything's WRONG here!!" She wailed. "A-And I'm so scared and I'm feeling all these horrible emotions a-and I'm sorry I-!!"

"I'm sorry, but can you let me go?"

She fell silent, pulling away to look at you in confusion.

"Wh-What..? [Y/n], it's....me. Your Barbie."

"....."

The longer she stared into your eyes, the more she began to realize...

You weren't yourself.

There was no love, no recognition, no worry in those eyes of yours--nothing except you staring at her like she was a crazy person, prying her arms off of you.

"You must be mistaken, sweetie. You're his Barbie." You gestured up to Ken, who was currently being consoled by another Ken, unwilling to get up from the floor. "I don't know why you guys fought, but there's no need for that. You two should make-up and love each other."

"....what..?" Her voice cracked. "No, that's...WE loved each other! You helped me when I-I started having all these problems...and you're telling me you remember NONE of that?!! What did he do to you?!!"

Just as you were about to answer, you heard your "new girlfriend"'s voice calling out from behind you.

"Babe? Who is that?"

Immediately, Barbie's nonexistent stomach dropped upon seeing a different blonde Barbie walking over to you. And she began crying as your hands left hers in favor of going to the other doll, linking arms with her instead.

"Don't worry, darling...just this Barbie trying to scare me." You huffed. "I think she needs to see Doctor Ken...or Therapist Ken."

She could only weep helplessly, finally realizing that you were brainwashed like all the other dolls.

And if that didn't add salt to the wound...then you being brainwashed into dating another Barbie was.

Why did Ken do this?

Was he jealous of what you two had?

"No! She's not your Barbie!! I was!! You said you'd always be there for me, [y/n]!! You PROMISED!!!" She screamed in sorrow as she collapsed back onto the lawn, yet you looked at her with such a distant gaze.

But a part of your expression seemed...saddened, although it was quick to go away when the Barbie beside you kissed your cheek.

"You seem tense. Do you wanna go back inside the mojo dojo casa house?"

"I do. I heard the Kens are gonna put on the Godfather. Did you know it has multiple parts?" You looked at her with a sparkle in your eyes, now completely ignoring the bawling woman in front of you.

"Oh for real? Then what are we waiting for??"

Nodding, you went back into the house, while Barbie ultimately gave up as she watched you walk away and out of her life.

The only strength she had left was used to roll onto her stomach and lay there in a deep depression, completely defeated now.

Why did she ever take you to the Real World?

............

The sun was shining high above Kendom, and you and Barbie were heading out to your daily outings.

That is...going to consult a Ken on something related to your smartphones. You two have been having technical problems, but of course neither of you were going to figure it out on your own.

You needed help from the tech-savy Ken.

He was glad to help guide you through the whole process, explaining every single step to your girlfriend in helping her troubleshoot the issues.

You waited patiently, smiling as you looked all around at the Kens going on jogs and driving their Barbies around in cool black trucks and blue cars, listening to the manliest country music and rock songs on the radios.

Ken was right.

Things were better this way.

This is what paradise looked like.

Then out of nowhere-

You were snatched up by someone and dragged away, a hand covering your mouth when you tried calling out to your Barbie for help. But she and Tech Ken were blissfully unaware of your kidnapping.

You were thrown into the back of a pink truck and locked in, seeing Allan, Weird Barbie, the humans, and a few other dolls surrounding you, all wearing pink jumpsuits.

But the Barbie in front of you looked most familiar...

Then you realized it's that crazy one from before.

Before you could even utter a single word to her....Gloria began talking first, and you couldn't help but listen in total silence as she told you some affirming things about the broken system you've been so compliant with, how you've lost yourself and who you were as [y/n]....

"...and finally, Barbie said you were fascinated with the connection humans had with their pets. You talked about a dog you met in the Real World. What was his name?"

"........."

"[Y/n], please try to remember..for yourself....for us." Barbie spoke in a gentle and firm tone, taking your hands into hers and squeezing them. She never broke eye contact with you as she hoped you'd finally wake up and come back to her.

This worked with all the other Barbies...

It has to work with you, right?

"Try to remember. You said he was a sweet old golden labrador, right? What was his name?"

"...it was...Tanner." You murmured. "I remember seeing..lots of dogs. Big and small, old and young..and...."

Suddenly, you stopped talking and blinked several times.

It's like somebody had pushed the reset button on your body.

You looked up and around once more, and then back to your girlfriend-

Wait..

You knew who this woman was!

And she was here!

You've never been more relieved to see her beautiful face.

"[Y/n]..?"

"Barbie.." Your smile returned, stretching from ear-to-ear as tears streamed down your cheeks, laughing softly. "Y-You're here! I thought I lost you..."

"I've been right here the whole time." She whispered, embracing you as you both cried together and held each other closely. "God, it's so good to have you back."

She pulled you into a tender kiss, showing you how relieved she was to have you in her arms again.

Gloria and the other girls could only smile and applaud. Even Allan began crying at the beautiful display of affection you two shared.

After you parted, you rested your forehead against her own, sighing. "I'm so sorry for whatever I said. It was a mistake to follow Ken back here...I should've been there for you when you needed me-"

"It's alright, you had good intentions. But we're gonna fix the mess he made of this place."

"How?"

"We have a plan that we're gonna enact tonight before the Kens permanently change the constitution," she explained. "But first we need to help all the other Barbies wake up. Are you in?"

You looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Is that even a question?"

With the snap of your fingers, your previous attire was swapped with a pink jumpsuit, complete with your own flashy pair of sunglasses.

You felt like a brand new person.

An empowered person.

"Let's get to work, ladies and Allen."

.......

Sure enough, the Barbies' plan to take back this world was a smashing success.

With your help, they managed to reinstate their ruling by manipulating the Kens into fighting amongst themselves on the shores of the beach.

Jealousy is what fueled their war, and it distracted them long enough for you to go to the Pink House and vote to keep the constitution the same as it always was.

It belonged to the Barbies.

And you were there, cheering and hugging your girlfriend as she soon found the courage to join in the excitement, jumping up and down for joy.

The hardest part was done.

Then you helped restore her dreamhouse to its former self...for the most part. Some of the horse decor still remained for now, although it was finally starting to look more dreamy than "mojo dojo".

All that was left now was for the Kens to come and realize their defeat.

When they arrived into the neighborhood, with Beach Ken leading the pack, they were shocked when President Barbie touted the girls' victory over them, proudly dropping an "F-bomb" (as the Real World called it).

You smiled and held Barbie's hand closely, admiring the yellow sun dress she picked out for herself. She never looked more stunning and powerful.

Yet when you two looked back to Ken, he seemed completely lost on what to do now....no longer being that cocky and confident prick he made himself into.

"Kens!!!" He rallied his fellow male dolls together, having them form some kind of shield as they linked their arms together in one final show of rebellion and defiance.

You were bewildered at this display, unsure why they were still trying to fight a battle they knew they lost.

"Who are we attacking, sir?" One Ken asked him nervously.

But he couldn't find the answer to that question, as his eyes fell directly onto you and Barbie for a few moments.

All he could do was stare at you two...

The people he hurt the most in all of this.

All of the sudden, he began wailing uncontrollably, abandoning the other Kens and fleeing into the dreamhouse.

Everyone was puzzled and concerned, especially as you heard sobbing echoing from within the building not long after he disappeared.

"Is he crying..?" The President questioned.

"We'll..see what's up with him." You looked to Barbie, who nodded wordlessly as you both headed inside the dreamhouse.

It didn't take you long to find Ken laying facedown on the bed upstairs, using the mattress to muffle his sobs.

While neither of you believed it was fair for him to have this overly-dramatic meltdown when he took so much away from you and Barbie (including your relationship) in the first place, you began to realize that maybe he didn't want to do any of this.

There had to be a reason he stopped fighting back.

"Ken?" Barbie kneeled down on the mattress, cautiously placing a gentle hand on his back. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah..totally.." He mumbled, giving a thumbs up despite his sniffles and shaky voice betraying him.

"It's okay if you're crying. You know, we cried a lot, too..and it's actually kind of amazing." Barbie looked to you, and you nodded in agreement.

"It helped us feel a lot better." You awkwardly patted his head in comfort as his body shuddered with quieter sobs and pathetic sniffles. "There, there. Just let it all out."

"Thank you...you guys have liberated me. I-I know crying's not weak anymore."

"Mhm."

Eventually, you convinced Ken to sit up so you three could properly talk about your feelings. Because there was obviously a LOT of things under the surface that needed resolution. Things that he kept hidden from you deep down that needed to come to light.

Both you and Barbie listened as he explained that he actually hated being in charge of everything, and that he lost interest in patriarchy when it wasn't what he thought it was. But he felt forced to keep up the act.

He also admitted that he let this painful emotion--recognizing it as "jealousy"--consume him too much, hence why he tried putting you with a different Barbie. He was convinced it was the only way to make him feel seen..

Instead, all it did was tear apart whatever good you had as a trio.

It crushed him to witness Barbie wailing for you to come back to her, to hold her and comfort her instead of pushing her away like she was a madwoman.

He had to act like he didn't care at all.

But he did, and it hurt so much to put you both through that. He seemed genuinely sorry about what he's done.

He even offered to let you punch him in the face, just as you did to that man when you first arrived to the Real World, but you refused to, knowing that's not going to make anyone feel better--not even yourself.

So instead he slapped himself in the face as retribution, and wallowed over his own existence and purpose as a Ken doll.

He was made to love a Barbie, yet he had none to attach himself to anymore.

If he couldn't be that, then why was he here at all?

It was hard seeing him going through his own crisis, so you encouraged him to find himself and discover who he is beyond his intended purpose and accessories.

If he wanted to find true happiness, he needed to discover who Ken was.

Once you told him this, he felt his like eyes were finally being opened for the first time, as did the other Kens in the neighborhood who overheard your moving words and realized their wrongdoings, too.

You smiled at them, only to be caught off-guard when Ken jumped to his feet and brought you into a tight hug, laughing with tears in his eyes. You barely managed to hug him back before he let go and raced off to the slide.

He went down it with such whimsical childlike joy as he had a new epiphany.

Something ten times better than "men ruled the world":

This one was "Ken is me".

With him finally making peace with himself, you and Barbie headed out of the dreamhouse hand-in-hand, wondering what awaited both of you now.

Of course you two were together, still. And you felt more human than doll at this point...but where does your story go from here?

Did you two even have a ending?

Fortunately, the answer came in the shape of your creator, who appeared before all the dolls and humans (including the Mattel executives who somehow infiltrated Barbieland), and invited Barbie on a walk.

You let her go, wondering if you'll ever see her again..

But then she stopped and looked back at you for a few long moments, having doubts about leaving you behind.

You've been there for her after all this time. Ever since the day she fell from her dreamhouse and talked to you about her crisis...you've always been there to support and encourage her.

All she did was look at Ruth's spirit, no words exchanged as she simply nodded her head, before glancing back at you and extending her hand out.

She wanted you to follow her again.

And you did.

This time, into the light of humanity.

.........

--[Several Months Later]---

"Welcome to your new home, little guy."

With a soft whisper, you gently pried open the pet carrier, gazing inside at the shy golden labrador pup. He seemed nervous, but with your soft encouragement, he stepped out onto the floor of your apartment.

One that you shared with Barbie--or Barbra, as you called her now.

You and her have finally gotten used to living in the Real World, now being humans yourselves with so much you had yet to discover.

There were good and bad times.

But above all else, you two were still together.

And for a while, you have been thinking about adopting a pet dog and raising it with her. You had a talk, did your best research, and ultimately found a local pet shelter than had sweet animals who were in desperate need of homes.

After coming back to the apartment with one extra passenger, you called out to Barbra, seeing her coming into the living room section.

"Oh you're back already! Did you find any....?"

Immediately, her gaze went down to the pup, and she smiled brightly. "Awwww, he's so cute!! Hi, sweetie!!" She cooed and kneeled down, taking him into her arms as he yipped and licked the side of her face. "Wow, you're a hyper little guy aren't you? Did [y/n] pick you out? Did they do a good job?"

"I hope so." You chuckled, putting your car keys away before you joined your girlfriend on the floor. "I didn't think humans had to do so much paperwork just to adopt a dog...they were also talking about all these vaccines he'll need to be updated on."

"Yeah, I heard pets need some of those from time to time. Complicated stuff, for sure." She shook her head. "But we'll figure it all out. Does he have a name?"

"Oh, they didn't give him one, but it didn't take me too long to figure that out." You held your arms out, and she passed the pup into them.

"That's good, so..what are we calling him?"

Looking up at her, you had the warmest smile on your face.

"I think "Tanner" is perfect."

#clanask #anonymous #barbie x reader #barbie movie x reader #margot barbie x reader #doll reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #barbie spoilers

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imagineandwrite · 1 year

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𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘐

I'd Rather Not

Word Count: 2.6k Words Warnings: Cussing, Terrible Humor, Reader is a player, Shuri has a staring problem

Y/N L/N has built her reputation amongst the students and teachers. Teachers knew her as a young lady with a bright future, while the students knew her as the school's fuck girl and dealer.

Yesterday marked the third year since she left her kingdom, and she still hadn't gone to visit. Three years since she last spoke to her grandparents, three years since she'd seen her sister, Nuru. Today was the anniversary of her and her roommate's friendship.

Riri Williams is a young woman busying herself with small and big projects. She got into MIT with a scholarship granted by the late Ironman, who paid for her books, dorm, tuition, and everything.

"Happy Anniversary," Riri hums and flops onto the floor next to Y/N. She took pride in knowing everything about Y/N, like her real name, where she was from, and more. She even knew about how her parents died and when she lost her virginity. They developed a pattern of Y/N doing random things at odd hours of the night and Riri attempting to stop her. Like yesterday, Y/N drove to glue chicken nuggets to her least favorite teacher's desk.

"We sound like a couple," Y/N scoffs as she lifts her body onto her bed, dragging Riri with her. They sit with their backs against the wall and a laptop playing Scooby Doo in front of them. Her eyelids are heavy, and she feels like she's floating.

"We ain't ever gon date, said so yourself," The shorter girl denies, leaning into her friend's side as she remembered when Y/N turned her down. Y/N told her she would never date her, not because she wasn't attractive, but because it wasn't in her nature to date. She never fully dated anyone, only sneaky links.

"That don't stop you from liking me," Y/N chuckles as she shifts the two to lie down.

"Go to sleep, T."

The first three classes were easy minus random girls coming up asking for a quick meet or boys asking when Y/N would swing both ways. As usual, she turned the heads of both students and teachers, men and women. Y/N knew she was pretty, had since she was six after she batted her eyelashes at the cook so he'd give her two cookies instead of one.

It didn't help that she carried herself with masculine confidence, or at least that's what Riri said.

"It's something about a masculine woman with confidence that just butters our biscuits," She chuckled, her lips pursed as she tried to stop the smile from showing.

"Never say that shit again," Y/N deadpanned.

"I gotta stop hanging with Kayla."

She had one more class today, then she could sleep, but before that, she needed to get her textbook. The teacher, Mr. John, was her least favorite teacher of all. He was your stereotypical creepy teacher. Telling girls off for showing skin, giving remarks that made girls giggle uncomfortably, and he always seemed to be looking at the girls' legs.

It took eight minutes for Y/N to get to her dorm. She was stopped by a group of boys paying her for supplying their party and two girls throwing compliments at her.

Though the dorm was also Y/N's, she still knocked on the door. It felt wrong to barge in. It was like your sibling barging into your room, and then leaving the door open.

"Ri," She knocks twice, pressing her ear against the door. "I left my textbook, and Mr. John is on my ass. Can I come in?"

"Took me a couple of months, but I had my friend- Did we piss off Wakanda?"

"Not just us, this place is no longer-"

Knocking on the door interrupts Shuri, and the two glance between the door and each other.

"Ri, I left my textbook, and Mr. John is on my ass. Can I come in?"

"Just tell me where it is," Riri shouted, shoving past the shocked princess and looking around for the thick book. She hears Shuri asking her who it was, she ignores it in favor of stopping the door from opening.

"You got somebody over or something?" The person whispers, her filed fingernails poking over Riri's head to wave into the room.

"Just tell me where it is and I'll-WOAH!" Riri stumbles back, barely avoiding being hit by the door as it swings open.

Shuri and Y/N stared at each other before the woman glared at her while reaching back to slam the door shut. "Who is this woman?!"

"Why didn't you stay outside?!" Riri shouts back, running around the two to grab her bag.

"Why is she here?!" Y/N interjected, following after Riri as she waved her hand towards Shuri, narrowly avoiding her face. Riri sighed, she should've known her roommate would come back soon.

Her eyes widen in realization before spinning back to point between the two women, "She helped me build it! Why you ain't here for her?"

"Build what?" Y/N demanded, twisting so she could look between the two. Shuri tilted her head, her eyes trailing the taller woman's figure before shaking her head clear of any thoughts.

"Ms. Willams built a vibranium detector. Did you help her?"

"I did a little razzle-dazzle," She admitted, scratching her head as she looked to the side. Riri shouted at her, reaching over to smack the woman's arm.

"Razzle dazzle, my ass! You helped me find parts and made corrections," She corrected, using her fingers to list each task. "You used that thing from your alarm clock to make it work."

"Will you shut the hell up?!"

"I need you to pack your things and come with me right now," Shuri demanded, glancing between the two.

"I have class in like fifteen minutes, and Y/N's late for hers," Riri protested as she shared a look with her roommate. Flinching at the glare Shuri gave her, Riri sighed as she looked around the room.

"Ok, just let me go to the bathroom real quick," Riri said as she crept around the princess who watched Y/N. Faintly she hears her roommate mumble, 'Why is she staring like that?' Halfway through the door, she looked up and cursed, "Shit!"

She ran to the corner of the room, glaring at the bald black woman who entered from the bathroom.

"I had it under control," Shuri insisted, slightly irritated. Okoye shrugged, her eyes never straying from Riri, "You asked for five minutes, I gave you six."

Riri watched as both of them crept towards her, and Y/N stepped in front of her. Shuri held her hand out, "Calm down." She pleaded.

"Get out," Riri demanded as she waved her hands towards the door, peeking around Y/N's arm. "Get out of our dorm."

The shorter girl looked around for something and settled for the speaker on the desk. She snatched it and held it in her arms, ready to throw it. "I swear, you better not take another step towards us."

"Mmph see how they teach the children here to treat their guests," Okoye said to Shuri in mock disappointment. Riri took the opportunity to shove her roommate and heave the speaker towards them. Okoye whipped her hand out, and a small metal rod extended into a full spear, slicing the speaker in half.

Shuri and Riri's mouths dropped open in shock at the action, "You brought a spear in here?!"

"I like her," Okoye chuckled. She grunted when Y/N threw a pillow at her, and she shouted, "We don't like you, this is a completely one-sided relationship!"

A breathy chuckle to her left drew Okoye's attention from the panicking duo and toward Shuri, whose eyes were still on Y/N. Riri lifted a heater over her head as the general stepped forward and grinned at them, "You small small girl, you can either come to Wakanda with your giant friend, conscious or unconscious."

"You need to be conscious of the way that you look, walking 'round here all that ash on your head," Riri sassed, glaring at the offended woman.

"Since the ash has been acknowledged, I'm offering you help," Y/N grinned, stepping around Riri to grab a small bottle of oil. She spun back toward the glaring woman with a smile and presented the bottle, "Use this hair oil to get rid of the rolling in baby powder look."

Shuri laughed as she leaned forward slightly before she stood straight to avoid Okoye's glare. "That's funny?"

"No, no it's not," she answered, trying to control her laugh.

"Mhm, I told you," she said, hitting Shuri's arm. The princess smiled in assurance, "You look good."

"Now, wait a minute," Y/N shouted, stepping and glancing between the two. "You knew she was walking round here looking like that?"

"She knew!" Okoye shouted, pointing at Shuri over Y/N's shoulder. The two shared a chuckle at the general's obvious distress. "Sweetheart, that is just foul."

"Riri!" Y/N started, quickly spinning to the startled girl. "If you ever do that to me, I will shave you bald and put baby powder on your head, so you twinning with black Caillou over here."

"Who is this Caillou?" Okoye scoffed, looking over at Shuri, who shrugged.

"It don't matter, we not going," Riri chuckled, adjusting the heater when Okoye went to step forward.

"You know what?" Shuri began, stepping back to grin at Okoye, "Let's leave them here and let them deal with the merman with winged ankles, who wants to kill them, alone."

"You're right," Okoye nodded as the pair walked towards the door. Just before they opened it, Shuri turned back with a grin and danced, "You got this."

"Mhm, with your heater," Okoye grumbled.

"Hell no," Y/N groaned, shuffling around before running around to pack her things.

"T, what're you doing?" Riri asked, watching the girl put folded clothes into a bag. She spun around to glare at Riri and waved her arms at Shuri, "Did you not just hear what she just said?"

After a moment, Riri sighed and went to pack her bag, "We'll need to stop by the workshop, all our projects are there."

They walked towards the car with Okoye in front of them and Shuri behind them. A girl walking past grinned at the group, "Hey, Y/N, you got a new toy for yourself?"

Shuri raised a brow but continued to walk. She could hear another person running up to them. "Y/N, wait!"

They paused right at the car and turned to look at the approaching woman. She was average height with braids in a bun. Y/N rolled her eyes with a huff as the girl reached up to hug her. Her hands stayed in her pockets as she leaned down slightly for her, "What's wrong now, Nat?"

"Just wondering where ya going?" Nature pouted, huffing when the taller girl shoved her away.

"Not like it matters, 'cause we ain't together, I'm working," Y/N murmured, scratching her neck as she glanced at the group behind her.

Okoye was checking something on her beads while Riri was staring at the pair. Shuri seemed to be glaring at the two of them, looking away when she caught Y/N's eye.

"Who is that?" She whispered, staring at the pair out the corner of her eye. Riri sighed as she shook her head, "One of her crazy ex flings, she got tired of the girl following her around and getting jealous. They ain't fucking no more, but Nature has a bad habit of telling everyone she's dating her."

Noticing the way Shuri's jaw clenched, she quickly spoke, "They never were and still aren't."

"Ready to go, sweetheart?"

An arm wrapped around Shuri's shoulders and pulled her into Y/N's side. She could see Nature glaring at her over her shoulder and grinned. Wrapping her arm around Y/N's waist, Shuri snickered, "Of course, Sthandwa."

Y/N smiled to herself and opened the door to let Shuri in. "This is the passenger side," Shuri argued as Riri and Okoye got in the back.

"Do you know where the garage is?" Y/N asked, lifting Shuri into the car and closing the door after checking she was in her seat correctly.

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zoe-oneesama · 2 years

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Congratulations on finishing Reverser!! Super excited to see Marc’s full header outfit when that episode comes out! Next on the docket is Party Crasher, right? Whenever you have the time after your fresh rewatch of the episode, what are your thoughts and opinions on Wayhem, his akuma, and Party Crasher’s plot?

Ughhh, I watched it once quickly because this was definitely a Temporary Hero episode (I watched all the episodes I knew for sure would have a temp hero in since I needed to figure out what power would be needed) and it was hard to watch. I just kept getting mad with the civilian plot:

Wayhem is...fine? In THIS episode. It's kind of easy to completely separate him from "Gorizilla" so he's fine in this episode alone (I can't personally get over how obsessive he was in "Gorizilla" but at least he apologized for it? I guess?? Well Adrien seems cool with it at least.)

This is one of the only episodes where the "misunderstanding" that creates the akuma actually feels like a genuine misunderstanding and miscommunication rather than one person jumping to crazy conclusions and then getting mad when they're incorrect (*cough* "Lady Wifi" *cough* "Reverser" *cough*)

His akuma design is fun and camp so I actually like it, but I'm very confused by his powers since he seems to have...many? Like, okay, he can "predict" his opponents movements and envisions it like a dance floor... AND he absorbs people and things into his disco hands by touching them... buuut he can ALSO zap you from a distance... but then he ALSO makes a helicopter?? Also he can apparently heal himself after King Monkey busts everyone out of his disco prison...

I was with you for those first three things but you lost me at HELICOPTER.

And then there's...the plot.

I had to watch this episode in halves because I was getting to mad. At Nino. It's just so weird that this show had one of it's main characters make a universally disliked decision: Breaking a Promise. Isn't that, like, Kid's Show 101, to teach you that you're supposed to keep your word? So why'd they make Nino not only go back on his promise to help Mylene and the girls, but rope other people into it too?? And then for Tikki to be shocked and horrified that Marinette lied and frame that as being wrong when Nino and the boys did the exact same thing! So it's only a big deal when Marinette does it, got it. And I HATE that the conclusion was "well it could've gone smoother but iT wAs fOr AdRiEn sO iT'S cOoL!"

Neither of you, none of you, should've broken your promise. THAT should've been the conclusion. All of them should've spent the end of the episode apologizing to the tree planting group and getting to work.

It's just a weird episode for so many reasons. For one, the girls either somehow didn't catch on to the obvious that aLL the boys were playing hooky on them or they just didn't care, except for Marinette. So even though we're supposed to think it's wrong of Marinette to dip out to prove the boys are lying, it doesn't seem to matter cuz clearly the girls aren't bothered! Breaking promises? Going back on your word? Leaving your friends hanging? Apparently it's not THAT big a deal, so who CARES if the boys or Marinette flake on purpose?

For another thing, I get that we have a limit on teenage boy models to fill this house party with, but I don't think the solution was EVERY GROWN ADULT MAN IN PARIS to crash a MIDDLE SCHOOLER'S HOUSE PARTY!

Roger comes for a "noise complaint" and stays for the foosball?

Astruc and Vincent/Guiseppe/Photographer dude come for a casting call for Adrien at his house? (Look, if the director and his casting photographer are coming to your house, skip the formalities, you already have the gig, let's be real, and also they came over when Adrien's guardians are out of the house, that's creepy).

And then Jagged Stone jumps through his window from his helicopter because he heard the music they were using???

None of these don't feel weird and kinda creepy, like you WEREN'T INVITED, say your piece and GET OUT! Or better yet DON'T COME! No, Nino, stop thinking this is cool, this is FREAKING WEIRD, stop teaching Adrien weird shit!

Put that into perspective for sec: Nino thinks Adrien would have a better time at a Dude's Only House Party (boring) with Randos then just letting his Girl Friends join them.

If they wanted this Boys vs Girls thing, they should've gone full in. Have the girls see through the excuses and let them be pissed. Let them want to confront the boys, but oh? Nino told the Bodyguard to specifically not let them in? What's that, music? Are they...they're having a PARTY?! They're having a PARTY instead of helping them PLANT TREES like they PROMISED AND they're DELIBERATELY EXCLUDING THE GIRLS FROM SAID PARTY?!

Oh this means War.

So make the shenangians about the girls trying and failing (or succeeding?) into getting into the party in increasingly ridiculous ways or something. Like, oh, THEY could call the police on the noise complaint and then get dumbstruck when Roger joins the party. Or have them notice that Adrien's fencing instructor and the Director are getting in so they think the party will be stopped by Adren's obligations and then getting ticked when that doesn't slow them down.

Dress up as Pizza Guys, Delivery Men, Classmates, ANYTHING to get in! Have them notice Wayhem and try to drag him in but because they've tried so many times THAT'S why the bodyguard doesn't let him in - because he's with the girls.

Just... you wanted this dumb Boys Club vs Girls thing, so commit you cowards, give me a WAR! I don't care for those kinds of dumb gender war episodes but at least don't half ass it if you're gonna do it!

As for the Boy Heroes Team thing, it feels wrong to give them a hero episode of their own when THEY are the bad guys in the Civilian Plot and to not have an equivalent Girl Heroes Team episode (instead they get a Girl AKUMAS episode, twice!). The idea is cool and I would've liked to see more squad episodes that weren't framed as "I-need-five-heroes-to-do-what-just-Chat-Noir-can-do" and were actually about teamwork, but our options are the Heroes Day Season 2 finale where they fell apart, or "Party Crasher".

Sigh.

At the end of day, the boys just look like jerks for ditching the girls, but the girls don't even care, so there's not even enough drive for Marinette to involve herself, and then the Marinette Sneaking In shenanigans aren't even fun, the randos showing up aren't fun (except Mr. Banana, he can stay), I guess Marinette and Nino (and the boys) punishment is cleaning up Adrien's room...? Like, good for Adrien that he doesn't get any backlash from his dad because it'd be wildly unfair for him to be the person who gets punished in this scenario, but nobody learned any lessons. It's just...

What was the point of all this?

At least I didn't have any complaints about Adrien for the most part.

#I probably won't use those ideas for SL because I honestly have too many different ways I could change the episode #it's actually hard for me to nail one direction down #ml salt #nino salt #writing salt #party crasher salt #marinette salt #an essay by zoe

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dragondemoness · 7 months

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Akane owari with a boyfriend that absolutely adores her and is affectionate. Thing is though she's worried that he only likes her because of her body and when he finds out he reassures her that he loves for her personality not her body.

Akane Owari with an Affectionate Boyfriend who Loves Her for who she is

She smells suspicion

You had always been strangely kind and amiable towards Akane, which threw her off a bit at first

But she didn't mind it, and naturally, it ended up drawing her to you

She was pretty casual when she asked you out, completely unprepared for how your attitude would evolve later on

She just figured that was the way you treated everyone, not once considering that she was a special case

Boy, was she wrong

Right after your relationship was made official, you jumped on her and gave her a tight koala hug

As if that wasn't surprising enough, there was a lot more where that came from

You were all over her every day and night, hugging her, kissing her, telling her how much you loved her and how special she was to you

Poor Akane had no idea how to deal with this

She never got compliments or affection like that before, unless it was from someone who did those things for creepy purposes

Maybe that's what this was

It's not like she was a stranger to that stuff, of course

If anything, she expected it

But she liked you a lot, and the thought of that being true made her heart sink

Sure, you complimented her on other things besides her body, but maybe it was some other method of buttering her up

Akane wasn't sure how to confront you about it, and she didn't want to see your normally pleasant and affectionate attitude turn sour

So she decided to say nothing, for the time being

But then one day, still somewhat early into your relationship, you two were hanging out together as you were giving Akane another one of your famous hugs

She tried to enjoy it, but it felt so weird to her that she had to say something

"Hey, uh... You sure love doin' this huggy thing a lot. You wanna cop a feel or somethin'?"

You pulled away and looked at her in surprise

"What? No, I do that because I love you. I mean, of course you're a really pretty girl, but that's not the reason I'm with you."

...Huh?

"Well damn, really? So... You don't wanna feel my knockers or anythin'?"

You chuckled as you shook your head

"No, Akane. I would only do that because you want it, not because you feel like you have to let me do it. And you never have to feel like that with me, okay? I love all of you, Akane. And I always will."

Hearing that from you was both a surprise and a relief

Once she recovered from the shock, she gave you a smile before burying her face into your neck and continuing the cuddles

After years of being mistreated by other men, she finally found someone who truly cared about her wants and needs

Even though she would likely ask that same question a few more times later on, and would need you to reassure her once more, she was glad to feel safe and secure with you

And of course, she did get used to your affection in the end, and she could never get enough of it

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #akane owari x reader #male reader

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httpsdana · 11 months

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can you do 26 and 6 with eric garcia pls my love x

Idiot~Eric Garcia ft. Ferran Torres

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

now this was fun to write. @ericgarcias I have a feeling you might like this one 🤭

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

6-"you're an idiot" "yeah but I'm your favorite idiot"

26-"hold up, are you jealous"

The news about Ferran and Sira broke the interent. Cheating rumors and some disgusting things said about both of them. But in these kind of situations the man is always the one to be blamed, even if he's the victim.

y/n stared at her phone, reading everything said about Ferran, her best friend. She was so grateful to have him, mostly because he was the one who introduced her to the love of her life Eric. Eric entered the bedroom, seeing his girlfriend stare at her phone with sad eyes.

"what's wrong darling?" he asked, sitting down next to her. She looked up at him with sad eyes.

"I'm just reading everything the so called fans are saying about Fer after his break up with Sira. do you think you can arrange a meet up after training. we should really be there for him in this stage of his life" she said.

Eric smiled at her kind heart. She was sad because of her best friend's break up and because of all the things other people have to say about his relationship. He felt lucky to have such a sweet kind-hearted girlfriend.

"of course my love. you can come to training with me and we'll meet up for lunch afterwards" she smiled at him, kissing his cheek before she got up to get dressed

"hey Fer. how are you holding up?" she gave him a long hug, letting him know she's the shoulder he can lean on when he needs to.

"I'm fine. it'll pass" he said with a cracked smile, before looking back at Eric, who was looking at them with an unusual look in his eyes.

In fact,Eric was feeling something unusual. The scene of his girlfriend and his close friend hugging somehow bothered him. He knew they were best friends since birth, but he never felt this bothered before. For some reason,the look Ferran was giving y/n was not the look a guy should give to his best friend.

"Eric? everything okay?" y/n's sweet voice snapped him out of his deep thoughts. Eric shook these thoughts out of his head and nodded at his girl with a smile

"yeah yeah don't worry" he smiled back at him, before both of the boys were called to start their training

After training, the trio left to have lunch in their usual restaurant . Eric was silent the whole time, listening to what y/n and Ferran had to say to each other. They were laughing all the time, the smile never leaving their faces.

Eric was getting uncomfortable, He would've liked it more if y/n just went to hang out with Ferran without him. Its normal for them to hang out alone and he never suspected a thing, but now he was feeling like a third wheel and he didn't like it.

He let out a sigh because of the awkwardness he was feeling. He called the waiter and payed for eveyones food and got up, making both y/n and Ferran look at him.

"we're leaving?" y/n asked, confused on why he didn't tell her.

"no no you stay here with Ferran. I'm leaving" it sounded more rude then he intended it to be, but he wanted them to know he's bothered.

y/n's eyebrows rose in surprise at his rude voice.

"no I'll come with you. Ferran said he's going to his mother's house anyways" she got up too, giving Ferran a hug before following Eric to the car.

"care to tell me what's wrong?" y/n asked, annoyance dripping from her voice.

"you seemed to be enjoying your time with Ferran to notice that something was wrong" he rolled his eyes, before the realization hit y/n, making her smirk slightly.

"hold up. are you jealous?"she teased, making Eric's body tense up.

"of who? Ferran? pfttt as if" he laughed awkwardly making y/n laugh at his way to hide it.

"you're obviously jealous. you only deny it when its true" she hit his shoulder with her hand in a playful way, a small smile creeping on his face.

He always loved it when she noticed the small details about him.

"you didn't see the way he looked at you. it felt like he loved you, more than a friend" he said in a whiny voice making y/n chuckle at him.

"he doesn't love me like that. and even if he did, I only have eyes on his stupid friend" she rolled her eyes in a playful way making Eric gasp jokingly.

"you know I trust you, its just that Ferran is hot and any girl would want him. hell if I was a girl I'd want him too" he said making y/n burst into a fit of laughter.

"oh my god. you're such an idiot" she said between her laughs

"yeah but I'm your favorite idiot" he said with a boyish grin making y/n chuckle

"you sure as hell are my favorite idiot and I love you, even if you get jealous of my best friend" she teased making Eric whine at her words. he knew she's keep on making fun of him about that for a long time

"and I love you even if you keep making fun of me" he said with a pout as he parked the car in front if their house.

y/n shook her head with a smile before pecking his lips a few times and mumbling a small 'idiot'

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(prompt response) A girl grows up thinking that all doors are automatic, but it's actually the work of a polite ghost.

I'd thought the four of us had gotten to know each other pretty well at the Silent Academy. At the very least, Lucet, Meloai, and I hung out together for pretty much every waking moment we had, and it was a rare week that didn't see Sansen and I sipping slurry and brandy together in his comfortable, hand-built home.

But as it turned out, hanging out together in the controlled environment of school was one thing. Trekking across the country and sleeping in the same camp for weeks was an entirely different level of intimacy that I didn't expect. In the first week alone, I learned that Lucet snored, Sansen liked staying up late humming to himself, and Meloai just flat-out didn't sleep at all, instead electing to keep watch for us as we rested.

I learned other things, too. As the food supplies we'd brought with us from the Peaks ran low and I had to fall back on the foraging skills I'd learned as a child, I found out that Lucet was a surprisingly picky eater. I, personally, saw nothing wrong with the meat slurries that were a staple food of the Redlands, and the only thing Meloai ate was a couple soul fragments harvested from the gremsquirrels we hunted, but for some reason, Lucet didn't seem to be a big fan of the ground-up meat powder that I'd grown up on.

Explaining that the meat grinder was a metaphor for the constant violence in the Redlands didn't seem to do much for her appetite, either.

Things got even weirder when we started reaching villages. The first one we found—Hatebroke, according to the lonely entrance sign—was entirely abandoned, and stripped clean of anything remotely perishable. I was just getting comfortable with the empty village when a door suddenly swung open as Meloai walked past.

"Rifts!" I swore.

"Where?" Meloai asked, gaze swiveling.

"What? No, it's an expression—the door, Meloai. Did—you have to have to have seen that, right?"

"Uh, sure? But don't all doors do that?" Meloai asked, taking a step towards the abandoned cabin. The wooden door swung open with impeccable precision, and I could have sworn the hinges even oiled themselves as they moved.

"...No, Meloai," I said. "Doors do not normally open themselves as people pass."

"Really?" Meloai frowned. "They did all the time when I grew up."

"No offense, Meloai, but you grew up in a dead nobleman's creepy-ass extradimensional basement," I said. "I'm pretty sure that your definition of 'normal' is pretty different from human standard."

Lucet kicked me in the shin. "Hey. Be nice, Cienne."

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just a little bit stressed from... I dunno... getting chased out of the only home I had left by a fucking eldritch abomination? If this is Iola messing with us..." I took a step forwards and shut the door; it didn't open again.

"I don't think this is Iola," Sansen said, frowning at the door. "This... I think it's a different soulspace entity. And if my guess is right, it's one that probably decided to follow Meloai around ever since she left the Plane of Elemental Insecurity."

"Wait, so we've been stalked by some invisible soulspace entity for months now? How come we haven't noticed?" Lucet said.

"Say the part about it being invisible again," I said, "but slowly."

Lucet flicked my forehead. Ow, but I guess I deserved that. "You know what I mean. Meloai, does this door-opening thing happen all the time?"

"Yes," Meloai said, grumbling. "Not like it mattered much at the Silent Academy, since there were always so many people moving around that the doors were always open anyway. Look, I obviously turned out okay, and I spent twenty years with this kind of thing happening. Don't we have more important things to worry about? Like, uh, getting enough food for you guys to eat?"

"Well, hang on, maybe one of those problems can be a solution to the other." Sansen, by virtue of being older than Meloai, Lucet, and I combined, was the de facto leader of our little group of adventurers. "I've seen people come and go in my time, and I've even encountered the soulspace entities they've left behind. If this soulspace entity is formed from the soul fragments of who I think it is, then he's not going to be hostile."

"Didn't you just say it was something from Lord Tanryn's vault?" I asked.

"Yes, but I don't think it's that puffed-up nobleman himself. He wouldn't stoop so low as to open doors for some commoner."

"Then... who is it?" I turned to Sansen, frowning. The old man had forgotten more than I'd ever know, and I trusted his judgement.

A faint smile spread across Sansen's face. "I think it's his old butler." He cleared his throat. "Meloai. Did the soulspace entity ever set tables for you?"

Meloai gave him an uncertain nod. "I... think? That's the thing where all the silverware flies into place, and the tablecloth straightens itself out with a whoomph, right?"

"...In this context, sure," Sansen said. "Did he—did the entity do the little thing with the three types of forks? The one with two little tines on the left, the bigger one in the middle, and that delicate, long, pointy one on the right?"

Meloai nodded enthusiastically. "See? It is normal for tables to do that."

"Oi," I muttered. "Well, I guess it's not the weirdest thing we consider normal nowadays."

"Yeah, that's ol' Mairel alright." Sansen's old gaze stared into the distance as he remembered. "He was my first crush, back in the day. If there's still enough of him left to remember how to wait tables and grease doors... well. Indulge an old man for a moment, will you?"

The three of us traded looks, then nodded at once. We may have been an eccentric little group, but we were tight-knit. We trusted each other. "Whatcha need, Sansen?" I asked.

His requests were fairly simple. We cleared out the front yard of the abandoned shack, smoothing over the dirt with our feet and hands—and as we did, something... else... joined us. Something that barely remembered how to speak or think, but still knew how to set a dance floor. Within minutes, we'd cleared a square of land, with Sansen standing in the middle.

And the old man began to dance.

Wordlessly at first, the waltz was an invitation. He took the lead, and empty air followed. And then, all at once, the air wasn't empty anymore. There was no flash of light, no thunderous miracles, but Sansen's steps became more sure, his weight more freely shifted, as he leaned on a partner who wasn't there but had been, once, long ago.

Meloai began to hum to herself, a wordless childhood lullaby that she must have heard when she was growing up, and the cadence of the tune matched the waltz to perfection.

The old man and the ghost finished their dance, and I felt a whisper of wind rustle around the impromptu dance floor.

Then the miracle was over, and suddenly, Sansen was holding nothing but empty air. He let out a long, contented sigh, memory coursing through him.

Then he opened his eyes, smiling.

"You wanted food, kids?" He stepped forwards, opening the door to the abandoned shack. Behind it, impossibly, incongruously, was a fully-set banquet table, resplendent with rich foods from an era long past, with three delicate forks set precisely by each setting. "Seems like there's something left of Mairel after all."

And the four of us ate gratefully, sustained by the memory of a ghost of an old man's friend.

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Congratulations Ella nancysglock you have been selected to receive ✨️a ficlet✨️

This takes place post S5, senior year of high school. Sill in Hawkins. Established Byler and Lumax. And. It's fluff. I've written fluff. Don't get used to it.

Lucas and Mike walked through the mall, Mike attempting to tune out the grating sounds of the Christmas music playing over the speakers.

They'd driven an hour to get to this godforsaken mall. Sometimes, despite the poor effect on the local economy and the Russian lab in the basement, Mike kind of missed having Starcourt in Hawkins.

They had to weave through the line of kids waiting to see "Santa". Mike looked over at the man wearing a red suit and a synthetic white beard and cringed.

"I've always thought that was kind of-" He started.

"Creepy?" Lucas finished.

"Yeah. Who lets their kid sit on some random guy's lap?" Mike said.

"And who agrees to do that job? I mean come on, that guy's definitely a felon," Lucas added.

Mike snorted.

The air smelled of too strong flowery perfume and Chinese food, mingling into a borderline nauseating aroma. Mike wrinkled his nose as they passed the food court.

"What's wrong?" Lucas asked.

"Smells," Mike remarked.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, "You're such a baby. Can we please focus? We need to figure out what we're getting for Will and Max."

"I already know what I'm getting for Will," Mike said.

"Good for you, man," Lucas said sarcastically.

"It's not my fault you don't know your girlfriend as well as I know my... Will" Mike said.

Lucas laughed. "Could you have meant your boyfriend?" he asked.

"Yeah, whatever," Mike mumbled, averting his eyes as they continued to walk through the crowd.

"It's fine, man," Lucas said casually.

And it was fine. Mike knew that. He knew Lucas was happy for him. "It just feels weird to say... out loud," he said.

"Well, it's not," Lucas said matter-of-factly.

"Not what?" Mike asked.

"Weird," Lucas answered.

Mike paused. "Okay."

"Okay," Lucas echoed.

A small smile tugged at Mike's lips, he made sure not to let Lucas see.

"So let's find gifts for Max then," Lucas said, changing the subject.

"Gifts plural?" Mike questioned.

"Yeah, one from me, one from you," Lucas said with a smirk.

"Oh I am not getting Max a-"

"She got you one," Lucas interrupted.

"No she didn't," Mike argued, "You're making that up."

"Maybe, but you don't know that for sure, do you?" Lucas said.

Mike rolled his eyes, "I don't even know what girls like."

"Welcome to my world," Lucas said.

"I thought you knew what girls liked. Remember when you took me shopping to help me get El back?"

"We didn't even get her anything, and you didn't get her back," Lucas said with a laugh.

"I did eventually," Mike mumbled, "That's not the point. I mean aren't you like an expert?"

Lucas shrugged, "I thought I knew everything back then. We've both matured a lot."

"We have, haven't we," Mike remarked.

"Oh. No I meant Max and I have matured, you definitely haven't," Lucas joked.

Mike rolled his eyes, and quickened his pace so Lucas had to jog to catch up as they walked into a department store that looked like it had lots of... girl things.

"What are you getting for Will anyway?" Lucas asked as he felt the fabric of a scarf hanging on the rack.

"Art stuff he wanted and uh... I wrote him a letter," Mike said, flushing a little.

"That's not a bad idea. I should write Max a letter," Lucas said.

"What if I wanted to write Max a letter for her gift?" Mike joked.

Lucas huffed a laugh, "We can both write her a letter I think."

"Dear Max, you are my closest and dearest friend. I think you're so smart and beautiful, I love you soooo much-" Mike began.

Lucas laughed, "She'd probably hit you."

Mike shrugged, "Worth it."

"She wrote you a letter, you know. When she..." Lucas trailed off.

Mike could tell from his tone of voice what he was referring to. "Really?" he asked.

Lucas nodded.

Mike paused. "We should get out of here. There's a skate shop on the other side of the mall, she'd probably prefer something from there."

Lucas frowned, "Yeah... Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"

Mike shrugged, "You were too focused on getting the type of gift a boyfriend is supposed to get for his girlfriend?"

"When did you get all wise and shit?" Lucas asked.

"Speaking from experience," Mike said.

Lucas clapped him on the shoulder, "Let's go look at skateboards."

"Oh actually, I just need to grab one thing from here for Will."

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"He likes those stupid fucking Christmas candles," Mike explained.

"They do smell good," Lucas said, "I like the cinnamon ones."

"Yeah? Well you can pick it out then," Mike said.

"Sure, but I'll tell Will I picked it out, and he'll probably hug me instead of you," Lucas said.

"Yeah? Well I'm gonna write Max the best letter she's ever read, it'll make your letter look like shit," Mike countered.

"I'll leave the letters to you, I'm gonna get her a new skateboard," Lucas said with a laugh.

"Dear Max, I actually think you should leave Lucas for me, because-"

Lucas slapped Mike's arm to shut him up, "Come on, idiot, let's pick out your stupid fucking candle for your boyfriend," he said fondly.

After arguing extensively about candles and finally selecting one, they started walking toward the skate shop.

"I wish I was actually going to be in Hawkins for Christmas," Lucas said.

"You should tell your parents you don't want to go to the ski resort," Mike suggested.

"I tried, they don't care," Lucas said.

"Well, you're an adult," Mike argued.

"As of a month ago," Lucas pointed out.

"Whatever, I think you should stay. We need you for the campaign. Erica too," Mike said.

"You guys will be fine. Max and El said they'd fill in," Lucas said.

"Yeah, only because you asked them," Mike mumbled.

"They'll do it," Lucas promised.

Mike hesitated. "Well maybe we just move the campaign up."

"You'd move the campaign for me?" Lucas asked.

"Of course," Mike said.

Lucas paused, "The skate shop's there," he said, starting to walk toward the store.

They walked in and Mike admired the wall of colorful skateboards. They were cool. Or whatever.

"I thought you said there was no way you guys would finish the campaign before Christmas," Lucas finally said.

Mike shrugged, "If Will and I pull a couple of all nighters we probably can."

"You don't have to do that," Lucas said.

Mike absently spun one of the wheels on a display board, "I know, I want to."

Lucas smiled. "Okay."

"Hey, I think we should test out the boards," Mike said.

"You can't ride a skateboard," Lucas said, exasperated.

"How hard can it be?" Mike asked, taking the display board off the shelf and setting it on the floor.

"You're gonna bust your ass," Lucas said.

"No, you'll catch me!" Mike said, stepping onto the board and wobbling, holding his arms out for balance.

"Get off, you're gonna fall," Lucas said.

"I… yeah," Mike said, teetering on the board, "Can you… I need help."

"You need help stepping off of a skateboard?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna fall!" Mike said, a bit panicked.

Lucas rolled his eyed and extended a hand. Mike grabbed his hand and started to lift one foot, but the board rolled slightly and he froze.

"Oh my god, dude," Lucas said, holding out his other hand.

Mike grabbed both of Lucas's hands and hopped, rather than stepped, off the board.

Lucas was practically doubled over laughing, and Mike tried to look offended but a grin spread across his face.

"Hey! No buy, no ride!" a voice said from behind them.

Mike scowled as they turned around to see…

"Keith?" they both said in unison.

"Hello troglodytes," Keith said in his deadpan nasally voice.

"What the hell, you work here?" Mike asked, picking the board up and returning it to the rack.

"Yep," Keith answered, "Moved to the city for school."

"There's no way you skateboard," Mike said dubiously.

"Why, because I'm a nerd? That's presumptuous," Keith said.

"Do you skateboard?" Lucas asked, eyebrows raised.

Keith hesitated. "Job's a job. Are you gonna buy anything?"

"Yeah, uh I'm looking for something for Max, I was thinking a new board," Lucas said.

"Mad Max," Keith said, smirking.

"Uh… yeah. So I guess do you have any recommendations?" Lucas asked.

Mike scoffed.

"Well, that one's our latest model, it's a-" Keith started.

"We'll take it," Mike interjected.

"What?" Lucas asked.

"Dude, we don't know shit about skateboards and neither does he. It's the latest model, we'll take it," Mike said.

Lucas hesitated. "Alright. We'll take it."

After they checked out, they walked out of the mall.

Lucas looked like he was thinking about something, then he finally asked, "Did you mean it, about the campaign, I mean? You'll move it up?"

"Yeah, dude. You're our ranger, we need you," Mike said.

Lucas smiled.

"More importantly we definitely can't play without Lady Applejack," Mike added with a smirk.

"Definitely not," Lucas agreed.

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