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mingisdoll · 28 days

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To Love a Siren

Includes: mentions of sexual activity, afab!witch!reader, siren!Yeosang, angst with a fluffy ending, cursing, yelling, drabble based off a song titled Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't by NIKI & Rich Brian. We need more siren Yeo in our lives lol

@newworldnet

Thank you to @minkilicious for proofreading and shout out to my mother @itsnotmydejavu and my fellow moot @bethelighthalazia

You were in his bed. Again. Your sisters told you to stay away from him yet you couldn’t. You even had Hook stand guard for you every time you did something mundane like go to the grocery store or help Henry with his homework. However, you fell too deep into his trap and there was no way you could escape his clutches.

I’m talking about the deadliest siren known to all of mankind.

Kang Yeosang.

He had brown hair, a unique birthmark on the side of his right eye, irises red as blood, and silver scales that littered his body. He was known for having the smoothest and deepest voice out of all of sirenkind. The sickly sweet honey vocals would lure even the most intelligent pirate to the bottom of the sea and they wouldn’t even know they had died until they found themselves in the Underworld.

How were you involved in all of this? Well it started back when you were on a mission to gather some things from Skull Rock. Meaning you had to go through. Meaning you had to go through the rambunctious group of Lost Boys who stayed when you captured Peter Pan.

From there, you spiralled downwards. You wanted to unravel the mystery that was the beauty behind the siren. However, you made a pact. A pact that you slowly started to regret. Why? You broke the number one rule when you first started sleeping with him. It was the most crucial rule you guys had yet you went and broke it away.

You fell in love with him.

Little did you know

He fell in love with you too

Due to his siren nature however, it ruined everything.

You were arguing with him earlier over God knows what. Perhaps it’s the bottled up feelings spilling over at once. Or maybe it was pent up frustration. Either way, you were screaming each other’s heads off.

“YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!”

“OH REALLY?! THEN EXPLAIN HOW I GOT YOUR BAD HABITS ALL MEMORIZED!”

“WHAT BAD HABITS?!”

“WHEN I KNOW YOU NEED ME MOST, YOU GO AND SHUT ME OUT! I figured though since you’re a damn Gemini.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes and looked down at you, crossing his buff arms that somehow made his scales shimmer even now. Perhaps it was the sunlight reflecting off his beautifully milk and honey mixed skin.

“That doesn’t mean shit though. Stop acting like you know all the answers to everything.”

“I’m not saying I got all of the answers though. But oh boy have I been in love before.”

“Ok and? Your point?”

At this point, you grabbed his hand, to which he flinched. He wasn’t expecting you to step closer to him, let alone grab his hand. You truly must be brave in order to do that.

“It’s not always peachy. Life ain’t that easy, Yeosang. Believe me. But one thing I know for sure is it shouldn’t be this hard. Sure you couldn’t dtr (define the relationship) and you’re thinking ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if we could stay friends?’ right?”

“Yeah. But I know we shouldn’t. We’re too deep into this… thing we have with each other.”

“Exactly. You know what?”

“What?”

“If I had your heart, it wouldn’t be this hard.”

Yeosang sighed and pulled you into a long needed hug. You could smell the rum off his breath and you sighed. You figured he would drink before a serious talk like this since he needed the confidence boost. After all, being a siren isn’t easy.

“Is that why you acted so indifferent the last time we saw each other?”

“Yes.”

“You do realize that it was a bit too much right?”

He tried to joke about it, but you glared at him and he sighed, apologizing quietly for the poorly timed joke. Clearly, he didn’t understand still yet you remained patient since he was still learning.

“Is there anything else I said that pissed you off?”

“It’s not anything you said. Rather… it’s everything you didn’t.”

“Oh? How so?”

“You always answer my questions with more questions. Tell me. Are you scared?”

“Honestly? Yeah. We’re not always peachy, you know. We fuck like we hate each other when obviously, we don’t. We’re just clueless. Well… I’m just clueless.”

You giggled at his statement and Yeosang felt his heart swell with adoration at the sight. Perhaps he could try to love you in the way you truly deserved. After all, you saved him from the throes of Neverland.

“I drank too much tonight. I’m looking to get it out of my system.”

“Well, I’m here, loverboy. Let’s establish something once and for all.”

“You know I’m not one for titles, especially that one. Maybe I’m terrified.”

“Why is that?”

Yeosang leaned down and kissed your neck, his fangs lightly scraping your skin. You moaned quietly and you felt him smirk against your skin. Like you with his bad habits, he memorized all your spots that made you grow weak.

“I wil admit. That pussy kicked my rules out the door.”

He then swept you up in his arms and led you into his room, where you got lost in each other’s touches and were drunk off of each other’s lips. As Yeosang’s hands skimmed all over your body, you heard your phone ping.

“I could take more shots or I can take you off your blouse.”

“Do the latter.”

Yeosang smirked and ripped your blouse in half. You whined and he shushed you with a scaled finger pressed against your lips. He then slowly inserted two of them into your mouth and you sucked on them happily. He then took off your pants and groaned at the wetness seeping from your panties.

“Normally, when we were actually fucking instead of talking and… well in the process of making love, my favorite part is either when I’m done or when you’re walking out of my house. However, I realize that I don’t want that.”

He then sat on the bed and brought you into his arms. You were shocked by the gentleness of his movements and when you stared into his eyes, they weren’t their normal red. They lightened into a softer shade of pink. He tilted his head and explained some more.

“The next time I call you, you better pick up. From now on, I’m calling you mine. I want to show you off to everyone and prove to your sisters that even though I’m a siren, I can love like a human.”

At the end, he could dtr. It wasn’t hard but it also wasn’t easy. Wouldn’t it have been nice if they stayed friends? Yes but…

Y/N had Yeosang’s heart. And no one could take it from her.

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rubysunnday · 1 year

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lavender haze

requested by @roguemetalmaster13: Congrats on 6k! I’ve read your Matthias Helvar fics and I really like them, so I was wondering if you could please write a Matthias x fem or gn reader fic?

summary: when circumstances mean Y/N is forced to face Matthias and her hatred for him, the hatred turns into something more

"Helvar, this is Y/N."

Y/N raised her gaze from the book she was reading, eyed Matthias up and down, and then dropped her gaze back to her book.

Jesper winced. "Yeah, she's uh... she's Grisha so..."

"I don't like Druskelle," Y/N replied, turning a page in her book.

Matthias nodded once. "Fine, I understand."

"I don't think you do, but ok," Y/N said softly, with a humourless chuckle.

"Y/N, put your grudge aside for now," Kaz warned. "We've got a job to do."

Y/N huffed but closed her book, setting it aside on the bar top. "Fine. What are we doing?"

"You," Kaz amended, sliding an empty tray across the top of the bar and to Y/N, "are going to be working our target."

Y/N snatched the tray from Kaz and raised her eyebrows. "I'm doing what?"

"This corset is tight and my boobs are about to fall out," Y/N muttered to herself, yanking the front up.

The Crow Club was full to the bursting with patrons. Y/N was glad she had a moments reprieve behind the bar - away from the people who kept pushing and shoving her and groping her limbs.

The gang was dispersed about the room as well as outside. Kaz was sat in his usual corner, Wylan next to him. Nina was down the other end of the room, flirting with patrons and doing her best to convince them to spend more money. Jesper and Inej were both outside, watching and waiting for their target to walk in.

And Matthias? Matthias was on door duty. Also waiting for their target.

Albert McCarthy was a rich businessman from Belendt and a close friend of Pekka Rollins. Kaz wanted intel on Pekka and who better to ask than McCarthy.

Y/N's job was to get McCarthy drunk enough to spill his secrets to Inej out in the alley behind the club. Which sounded easy. But there was a rumour - a fairly truthful rumour - that McCarthy had been the man dressed as Mister Crimson, who'd killed the young girl in the Sweet Shop.

He was not a nice man.

"I've been asked to check on you," Matthias said, walking up to the bar, leaning his arms on the counter.

"So, you're not here of your own volition or concern," Y/N replied, picking up a shot glass. "Good to know."

Matthias sighed. "I have done nothing to you -"

"Agree to disagree." Y/N looked up at him and gave him a tight lipped smile. "I hold grudges well."

"I've noticed," Matthias muttered. "Y/N, look, I'm not the man I was."

Y/N stepped back, picking up a bottle of rum from behind the bar. "How do I know that, Helvar?" She asked, lowering her voice slightly. "How do I know that, if I trust you, you won't just turn around and sell me to the Fjerdans?"

Hurt flashed across Matthias' face. "I wouldn't. I just wouldn't."

Y/N's eyes focused on someone behind Matthias and she swore. "He's here."

Y/N's heart sped up and she took a deep breath in, forcing herself to calm down. She didn't know if Matthias had picked up on her anxiety or not, but he didn't leave. He stayed by the bad, slightly to the side, looking just like any other patron.

"Evening, sir," Y/N said, beaming at McCarthy as he approached the bar. "Can I get you anything?"

McCarthy smiled at her, tilting his head slightly. "Glass of whiskey, please..."

"Rosita," Y/N replied, reaching down behind the bar.

"Beautiful name. Just like the person." McCarthy sat down at the bar and leant forward. "Make that two glasses."

"Oh?"

"One for me and one for you - I like to drink with company."

"My boss doesn't allow drinking on the job," Y/N said, pouring the whiskey into a glass.

McCarthy leant across the bar and grabbed another glass, his hand brushing against Y/N's. "I'm sure he won't mind one."

Y/N sighed dramatically. "Fine."

She had one drink and then one more, watching the McCarthy the entire time as, for every one sip she took, he drank the entire glass.

It wasn't long before McCarthy was drunk and swaying in his seat. Y/N had come round for the bar to sit on the stool next to McCarthy (and Matthias). McCarthy's hands kept roaming from her legs to her waist to her arms and it was all Y/N could do to sit there and giggle - to let it happen.

"How about we take this outside?" McCarthy suggested, his words slurring together.

Y/N almost cheered. He really was making this easy for himself.

She took his hand and pulled him off his stool, giggling playfully as he fell off it and into a table. They went through the back door and out into the alley, the cold night air a sharp change from the stuffy interior of the club.

McCarthy rounded on Y/N as soon as they were outside, pushing her against the wall and pressing his body to hers. Y/N was fighting with herself now to not hit him, to push him away, to panic.

She saw Inej rather than heard her. She appeared from the shadows, looming ominously behind McCarthy, a dagger in her hand.

McCarthy's hand began to wander up her skirt, the material gathering in his hands and Y/N nearly broke. But then Inej stepped forward, knife pressed to the back of McCarthy's neck.

"Step back," Inej hissed. "And turn away."

McCarthy, feeling the point of the blade against his neck, did as he was told. His desire turned to disgust as Y/N moved away from the wall, coming to stand beside Inej.

"Wraith," McCarthy sneered.

"Aw, Inej," Y/N cooed, "he knows your name."

It was interesting, watching Inej interrogate someone. Y/N had never really paid attention to it before, often preoccupied with doing something else for a job, or acting as a silent observer who really wasn't observing.

"We know you're friends with Pekka Rollins," Inej began, slowly and meticulously twirling her knife between her fingers.

"What of it?"

Inej took a calculated step forward. "He has a glass factory up north. That doesn't make any glass. Sound peculiar to you, Y/N?"

"Very peculiar," Y/N replied. "Almost as if its a front for something."

McCarthy laughed. "What is this? A pathetic attempt at interrogation from two children?"

Both Inej and Y/N rolled their eyes at that. They were both more than used to the skepticism of men, and women, in Ketterdam. They were barely twenty - Inej and Wylan looked like they were still in their teens - and people rarely took them seriously. But as soon as Inej took her knives out or Y/N clicked her fingers and fire appeared, they quickly changed their minds.

So, they did jut that. In a well rehearsed movement, Inej unsheathed her twin knives and Y/N snapped her fingers, fire flaring up and dancing across her skin and down to her palm.

McCarthy blanched and took a step back, his cocky demeanour vanishing as it always did when a merchant was threatened. They felt powerful until they didn't.

"Alright, alright, let's not be hasty," McCarthy said. "I'll talk."

McCarthy launched at Inej but the girl deftly jumped to the side, leaving her foot in McCarthy's path. He tripped on it and stumbled forward. As he did, Y/N came forward, her fingers burning orange. She wasn't going to harm him with her fire - she just wanted to taunt him.

Her fire flew threw the air, catching on the fabric of an empty stall behind McCarthy and exploding into a roar of orange. McCarthy stumbled back and growled.

It was predictable what McCarthy did next. But Y/N's lack of sleep over the last few days meant her reflexes were slow. McCarthy launched to his right and harshly shoved Y/N aside.

She lost her footing, going over on the heels of her shoes, and fell back into the wall behind her, smacking her head, hard. Y/N gasped, swearing as her hand shot up to the back of her head. She dug her nails into her scalp, trying to even out the pain.

Inej crouched down to the ground and rolled forward, propelling herself under McCathy's legs. She shot up the other side, slicing her knife along his leg as she did so.

McCarthy screamed out in pain, his leg buckling and folding beneath him. Inej loomed over him, twirling her knife between her fingers.

"Please," McCarthy panted, beads of sweat gleaming on his forehead. "Please, I'll tell you what you want, just don't hurt me."

Inej's lips quirked up into a smile, her teeth peeking out. "I like it when men beg."

It was like a lightning strike. Inej pounced, punching McCarthy in the face, knocking the man to the floor and rendering him unconscious.

"Is he dead?"

Y/N flinched, clicking her fingers and summoning fire. Matthias took an abrupt step back, his hands flying up into surrender.

"Saints, Helvar," Y/N said, falling back against the wall behind her, "has no one told you to not sneak up on two women in an alley at night?"

Inej laughed, wiping her knives down on her trouser leg. "No, he's not," she answered, sheathing them, "just out cold. Jesper and Kaz can deal with his chatter, I'm too tired."

"Agreed," Y/N said. She put her hand to her head again and winced, quickly pulling it back. In the dim light of the alleyway, she could see something wet on her fingers. "You don't need me, do you?"

Inej shook her head, pulling her hood up. "No. Go get some sleep while you can."

Y/N nodded her thanks and yanked open the side door. The warmth and noise of the Crow Club greeted her. She began to climb the stairs up to her room, the pounding in her head gradually increasing with each step up.

She got to the first floor landing and wobbled, putting a hand out, finding the wall.

The floorboards behind her creaked but she didn't react. She knew who it was. Matthias was not stealthy.

"Come to finish me off, Druskelle?" Y/N asked, panting softly as she tried to catch her breath.

Matthias sighed. "How long before you trust me?"

Y/N turned. "How long before you stop hating Grisha?"

"I haven't hated Grisha in a long time," Matthias said, stepping up onto the landing. "Believe it or not, people can change."

Y/N looked at Matthias, trying to ignore the pounding in her head. "My parents were captured and sent to the Ice Court for trial," she said quietly. "I hid. Even as the screaming started, I hid. I didn't come out until a group of second army arrived and carried me out of there."

Matthias was silent, gazing at her intently, his eyes scouring her face. Y/N met his gaze, the silence growing around them. She didn't need to finish her story - Matthias knew.

"I am sorry, for what my people did," he said softly, his accent sounding stronger now than it had done before.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered. She sub-consciously put a hand against the wall, readjusting her weight slightly. "No one has ever apologised before."

Matthias' gaze turned to concern as he noticed Y/N leaning heavily on the wall. "Are you ok?"

"Ahuh," Y/N said, trying not to nod. "I smacked my head against the wall when he shoved me."

Matthias moved close. "Can I look?"

"It's fine -"

"Please?"

Y/N hesitated but ultimately relented. She turned around and stepped back, brushing against Matthias' chest as she did so. He gently prodded the back of her head, his fingers parting and holding up sections of hair.

It was almost relaxing. Well, it was relaxing. Y/N closed her eyes and leant into his touch. Matthias moved slightly closer, letting Y/N lean back against him.

Y/N had always wanted to be closer to Matthias. Seeing how he was around Nina and Inej - the way he acted with them and hugged them made her yearn for it. But she hadn't trusted him. Because she knew better.

Now, however... she still knew better. But now there was understanding - acceptance.

Y/N turned around, Matthias' hands falling to his sides as she did so. "This is all I've ever wanted," Y/N said quietly. "To be closer to you."

"No one was stopping you."

"Except myself," Y/N whispered. She ducked her head for a moment before raising it again. "I just wanted this. To hold you and smile at you... to hear you laugh at my jokes."

"And now?" Matthias asked, his hand brushing against Y/N's.

Y/N took a deep breath in at the touch, goosebumps dancing up her arms. She took the plunge and leant forward, pressing her lips to Matthias'.

Realising what she'd done, Y/N pulled away. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her hands shaking slightly.

Matthias looked at her. His gaze dropped to her lips. He launched forward, forcing Y/N to take a step back. His hands wrapped around her waist as his lips trailed kisses down her neck, onto her collarbone and back up again.

They were hungry for one another. Y/N wanted to hold him tightly and never let go.

Matthias bent his knees, put an arm under Y/N's legs and scooped her up, never once breaking the kiss. She wrapped an arm around his neck, breaking her lips from his for a moment, just to catch her breath.

Y/N leant her forehead against his, panting hard. Perhaps it had come out of nowhere, the sudden desire to hold him and want him. But, at the same time, maybe it had been festering underneath her hatred since the beginning.

Her hatred had evolved into something more.

"Stop thinking," Matthias mumbled. "Just kiss me again."

So she did.

Matthias grinned against her lips as he turned and carried her down the corridor, pushing open the door to her room with ease.

He laid Y/N down on the bed and she giggled, bouncing slightly against the cushions. Matthias climbed on top, one knee either side of her legs, his hands resting on her thighs.

Y/N looked up at him and couldn't help the excitement pooling inside her. "Yes?" She asked, needing to know.

His lips curled into a smile and Y/N melted a little bit more. "Yes." Matthias leant down and pressed his lips to the space below her ear. Y/N arched up into him, her hands fisting into the material of his shirt. "Absolutely, yes."

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year

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Moves & Countermoves (Part 6)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Peeta is down by the river, camouflaged in the rocks after Cato slashed his leg and left him for dead.

“Ah ha ha,” Chaff smiles when he spots Haymitch with an entire pitcher of rum. “So this is how the Capitol treats it’s favorites.”

“Had to steal it off the cart.” Haymitch chuckles allowing his friend to slip in between him and Y/N.

“Steady now.” Y/N teases, a hand to his back until he’s seated.

Chaff knocks her shoulder with his own, “what’s the matter, baby?”

Y/N has nothing but love for her husband’s best friend. However they are two peas in a pod and when they get together…there goes all the liquor. Back home in twelve, Haymitch has been known to have a drink or two, still able to enjoy his wife and children. This place brings it all back, the horrible things he’s done, everything he failed to do. If he wasn’t drunk, he’d surely lose his mind.

“I wanna send Peeta medicine,” Y/N explains.

“Sponsors leaving you high and dry? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Not the sponsors, Haymitch made him a deal.”

“Who am I to disrespect this poor boy’s dying wish?” Haymitch quirks a brow.

“And his wish is to-”

“No parachutes. Save Katniss.”

“Katniss,” Chaff drawls.

Two of their tributes have formed an alliance. Rue and Katniss hatching a plan to blow up the career’s stash; lightning fires to draw them away.

“This green stuff is gonna smoke like crazy, as soon as it’s lit, move on to the next one.” The girl on fire warns.

“Ok,” Rue agrees, “we need some kind of signal; in case one of us gets held up.”

“Like what?”

“Here, watch this.” Rue lets out a tiny melody, which the birds rings back.

“Mockingjays.” Katniss realizes, “that’s brilliant.”

“We use them back home to signal the time.” Rue says, shifting the backpack on her shoulder. “If we hear that, it means we’re ok and we’ll be back real soon.”

“We’re gonna be ok,” Katniss pulls her in for a hug, running a hand over her hair. “Hey, I’ll see you for supper.”

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For once in her life Y/N is grateful for the Capitol broadcasting the action only, in the viewing room. A split screen between Rue lighting the fires, the careers chasing smoke and Katniss making her way to the cornucopia.

Clove and the others leave a single boy behind to keep watch. As the red haired tribute from five lily pads around explosives to steal food, the watchman catches her in his peripheral. Taking off after her into the woods.

Katniss lines up her shot, missing the corner of the apple net by just a hair. She takes a step closer, a few calming breathes later the tip of her arrow pierces the bag and out tumble all of the apples.

She’s blown back by the force of it.

“Oooh,” Chaff winces.

After a moment Katniss gets her bearings, heading back to Rue.

The boy keeping watch pays the price, Cato snaps his neck before giving him a chance to explain.

Rue is well on her way to light the last fire when she hears the explosion. Katniss did it. Then the trap set by the careers falls, she tripped the wire, a weighted net.

“Shit.” Y/N covers her mouth. Katniss…please hurry.

“Come on, Rue,” Chaff says, under his breath. “Work your way out.” He coaches, as if she can hear him. She does try, just like he taught her, but the net is too heavy.

When Katniss finds the final fire unlit, she whistles their signal.

“Get her out.” Haymitch rocks back slightly in his seat.

“Get her out.”

“Get her out.

“Get her out!”

The people of the viewing room echo. Y/N turns her head as the room builds to a collective chant.

“Get her out. Get her out. Get her out.”

It isn’t unheard of for spectators to voice their call to action. Though they are more concerned with the entertainment value than the life of the child.

When Katniss gets no response, she races toward the pile of sticks and leaves meant to start the last fire. Still no Rue.

“Katniss! Katniss, help.” Rue calls from beneath the net.

Katniss cuts her loose, Rue safe in her arms. “I’m here, you’re safe.”

The viewing room cheers are short lived. Marvel sends his spear flying, only to be met with Katniss’ arrow. When the cameras pan back to Rue…the damage is clear and irreversible.

Y/N excuses herself. She cannot watch, she cannot pretend, she cannot breathe. Scrambling into the nearest private room with the curtains drawn. Pushing them back with little care before realizing that it is occupied.

“You look ill, dear.” The Capitol woman gasps. “Come, sit down.”

“I’m so sorry to barge in like this.” Y/N apologizes, it’s not anyone she knows.

“Never you mind that, the pleasure is mine. Let me get you a drink.” The woman begins waving down a waiter.

Y/N grabs the ice bucket, “can I throw up in here?” Doesn’t matter, it’s coming up.

“Oh my stars, you poor thing.” She fans the victor as best she can, while continuing to wave one hand out of the privacy curtain. “Must be something you ate.”

“What can I get for you?” The waiter asks.

“Some water, to start and a fresh ice bucket.”

“Yes, right away.”

The woman takes great pleasure in ‘nursing’ Y/N back to health. With water and something close to a bland cracker.

These people are not inherently bad, Y/N realized that years ago. Conditioned in their belief and out of touch, but they are not evil. I don’t hate them…I hate what they do.

It’s not long before Haymitch is tearing back curtains to find her. Letting out a sigh of relief when he does.

“Haymitch, what a pleasure.” The woman holds out a hand.

“Great to meet you, love the dress.” He kisses the top of her hand, using it to guide her toward the exit, “give us a minute, will you?”

“But of course.” The woman is awestruck. The victors of district twelve, in her private room! Hailing over everyone who is anyone. Mouthing, “they’re in there,” motioning toward the fabric that separates them.

“I need you to listen to me.” Haymitch whispers, kneeling in front of Y/N. Wiping away any remnants of vomit and tears.

Y/N nods.

“Katniss gave that little girl a proper send off, you know as well as I do, the gamemakers and Snow aren’t happy about it.” She created a martyr.

Again she nods.

“I’m gonna talk to Crane, see what I can do for damage control.” Keep Katniss alive.

“Ok." Don’t let them kill Katniss.

“We’re gonna get you a mint and then I need you to walk out of here like nothing is wrong. Can you do that?” He tips her chin up, holding her gaze.

There is worry in his eyes, guilt and sadness. Her husband is afraid and he needs her. “Yes.”

“Good,” Haymitch gives her a reassuring smile, taking her into his arms.

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Katniss receives a parachute of bread a while later. After the silence is louder than the cannons and the artificial sun has set.

Haymitch is still negotiating, Y/N figures he must’ve sent it. Until she sees the note attached, from district eleven.

Y/N makes her way over to Seeder, sitting alone in the opposite corner.

“It was for Rue,” she older woman explains before Y/N can get a word out. “My district spent days scrounging up the money, the sponsors finally came through. We had enough to send some for Thresh too.”

“You could’ve sent him both.”

“My people wanted Katniss to have it.” Seeder informs her.

“I know she…appreciates their generosity very much.”

The answer is dry, rehearsed. Y/N is young and still does not understand. “I knew a girl once, she was kind and brave. She played the games and never let them play her. For the first time, I thought there might not be a victor. Because she was lying there, bleeding out and her partner was there, bleeding out…nobody was killing anybody,” she pauses. “Haymitch had to fight like hell to get you out of that one, they wanted your family-”

Dead. “I know,” Y/N stares down at her hands.

“I saw something that day, and I see it in her.” Seeder motions toward Katniss on the screen. “A good, genuine person with heart. They tried to snuff it out of you, beat it out of you; but I still see you. You hold onto your heart and you never let anyone take it from you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N blinks back tears.

“Attention, tributes, attention. The previous rules allowing only a single victor have been…suspended. Two victors may be crowned, so long as they both originate from the same district.”

All hope is not lost.

Part 7

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olivia091108 · 4 months

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how to be a jackass Introduction

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Tonight I’m going out with my sister and her boyfriend because apparently ‘I need to get a a life’ which I think is kinda rude but the only reason she’s saying that is because her and her boyfriend are thinking of moving out together but I don’t know anyone around town and she doesn’t think I’m responsible. She’s right

“Are you kidding me we need to leave in a half hour and your still in your pyjama’s chop chop”she claps her hands in my face.

She can get quite stressed when it comes to me I wasn’t the easiest to grow up with I was a bit of a hothead we both have a few stories from tell of our fights which she still has a scar form that she never shuts up about

“Alright calm down I have loads of time” I push myself off the sofa and just as I walk past her I barge her against the wall and quickly scurry to the bathroom and lock the door before she gets crazy.

I walk into my room with a towel wrapped round my body and one in my hair and flick the tv on just to have some noise in the background it was an alright show jackass that I would watch when I get back late and nothing else is on except teleshoping. I don’t have anything against it but they need to step it up cos I know give me 10 or 20 bucks I’ll do anything they do.

I find an old shirt from when I was like 15 or something and picked up some jeans that were laying on the floor before slipping on some shoes.

“See I’m ready in what 5 minutes you need to take some Xanax I swear”

“Your hair is literally dripping” I flip my head back and forth no doubt getting it on her. And walk down to her boyfriend Oliver who was gonna drive us.

Once we get their it’s already kicking off and walk towards the bar but some grown men are standing there ignoring me while I ask them to move so I manage to budge my way through them and get a rum and coke.

I start to sweat being surrounded by 15 people who clearly know nothing about personal space. I see my sister and Oliver talking to some dude and my sister starts pointing me out and calling me over.

Y/n come here so you know that show you love jackas-

Love? No I don’t love it I don’t even like it that much but what does that have to do with anything?

“Y/n”she says my name like my mum used to when I would break something she jerked her head to the man just standing there and at first I’m confused but then I realise who he is Oh shit

you don’t like the show sweetheart?the leader of the show asks

“I mean It’s alright but you could do better.” He laughs a bit at my words “oh yeah what then?”

“Nah I didn’t mean to be rud- no I’m serious what do you think”

“Do more nasty shit or more extreme stuff and more painful stunts all in saying is anything you lot do I could do if I knew I was getting paid or just for a laugh”

Ill buy you a drunk if you make out with that man at the bar he points to a fat man who is drenached with sweat and is missing a tooth at the bottom

“Easy.”

I walk over to him and straight up grab his face and kiss him slipping my tongue and feel him grab a handful of my ass and a few seconds later pull away and walk back over to Johnny using the bottom of my shirt to try and wipe my tongue

“Ok your’e turn Pants that biker playing pool” Johnny looks at him and he looks like he will smash his face in. He walks over there and waits till he has his back to him and as hard as he can yanks his jeans down with his boxers coming as well exposing his bare crack Johnny turns round and ores tends to be in a conversation with some random lady.

The man pulls Johnny to face him and holds him by the colour getting redder and redder. His friends start crowding him and they look like they’re gonna jump him so I walk over and tell him.

“Sir they ran into the bathroom he didn’t do it.”

He lets go of Johnny and storms towards the bathroom with his friends following hot on his heals. I burst out laughing making my eyes water.

“I was about to get my ass kicked”Johnny said joining in on your’e laugh.

The night progressed like this having a couple drinks doing some dares. I didn’t even know that Olivier and my sister left. Some of his fiends joined in.

Running along the bar naked then getting pushed off -Chris

I poured salt in my eye

Ehren getting pool balls thrown at him.

And obviously Steve o lit himself on fire spreading it onto my hair

And so on by the end we were all drunk as fuck and had been kicked out.

I wake up with a throbbing head ache and open my eyes but getting blinded by the lights once they adjust I’m in the bath but I don’t recognise it. I get out and try and find out where I am I hear voices so I walk towards it and then it clicks.

We got kicked out and went back to Steve os apartment carrying on the night everything else’s is a bit hazy right now.

I see all of them in the living room chatting and I also see Steve o wearing my shirt that is 4 sizes too small and some boxers.

Hey Steve o can I have my shirt back I groggily ask making them look towards me probably forgetting I was here.

Yeah dude. He takes it off and throws it at me and I take off the one in wearing and give it to him.I turn around and change

“Dude that bruise is gnarly” I look down at my hip bone and see it decorated with a purple bruise from when I tried to break the door down.

“Y/n you weren’t bullshitting last night we’re you? Johnny asks

“What about?”

“Well we were thinking you were right we gotta be more exciting and you seemed pretty into it would you wanna join.”

“No offence babe but Johnny she was drunk as shit she won’t do any of it sobre”

“Try me.”

Time skip

“Im y/n y/l/n and this is electric mouse trap.”

I stick out my tongue and let Chris clip it on to my tongue and immediately feel the electricity. I Jump around in pain trying to keep it in as long as I can to prove to them I can do it. I Shake my head and rip It off my tongue and It feels numb. I try to speak but all that’s coming out is jibberish and everyone including myslef laugh.

“Welcome to jackass y/n”

Guys I’m baaaack

This will be a slower burn series of bam x reader and jackass girl don’t know how often I will post but I’ve planned at least 3 chapters and I’m so excited message me any headcannons you wnat in this

Ik bam wasn’t in this but just you wait

My requests are still open

-liv

#liv’s writing #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader #steve o x reader #steve o #bam margera #johnny knoxville #jackass imagine #jackass #chris pontius #dave england #danger ehren #ryan dunn #wee man #preston lacy

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dragon-kazansky · 6 months

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Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

You were a member of Blackbeard's crew long ago. Then you became a ghost story. Izzy Hands only sees you in his dreams these days, until he sees you for real when investigating Stede Bonnet. This sets him on a rollercoaster of emotions between you and what his captain is doing.

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Warnings: Calico Jack. Sad Izzy. Sad you.

Chapter Seven - Blind Man's Cove

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Izzy sits in Spanish Jackie's bar. He had just made a deal with the British Navy to hand over Stede Bonnet. When the Navy left, Izzy was left to sit on his own at the back of the bar. He had his head in his hand, his hair messed up from where he had ran his fingers through it. In his other hand was the ring he wore around his neck. It felt heavy in his palm.

"Be safe," he whispers.

He stared at the little piece of jewellery and then closed his fingers around it, closing his eyes for a moment. God, he wishes you had come with him. He wanted to mend the damage done from 6 years apart. He wanted to be able to look at you and feel normal again.

Stupid fucking Stede Bonnet.

And yet, it was because of Bonnet they found you again. Still, he needed to get rid of the man. He needed his Blackbeard back.

He just hoped you would find it in your heart to forgive him what he had done.

♡♡♡

It was late at night. You had fallen asleep in Izzy's old bed once again. Lucius had been earlier to check on you as he done every night so far.

You had only just drifted off to sleep when you heard voices. One of them was definitely Edward. He sounded excited.

Sighing, you sat up. "What is he doing?"

You get up out of bed and make your way up onto the deck. What you see was not what you were expecting. No fucking way was Calico Jack onboard the Revenge.

"Fuck off."

At the sound of your voice both Jack and Edward turn around. Ed looks beyond excited.

"Look who found us! Jack, Calico Jack!" Ed grins.

Jack grins too, but his is more of a smirk than a smile. "Long time no see. Last I heard, you were a spirit haunting the waters."

"Yeah, that... that's just a story," you say. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Came to see ya both, didn't I?" Jack drapes an arm around your shoulders and guides you back toward Edward. "Three pals back together again! Just like old times."

♡♡♡

Stede wakes up to the sound of cannon fire. He comes up deck to find you leaning back against the railing as Edward and Jack have their fun. The rest of the crew are present too.

"What's going on? Who are we attacking?"

"Hey! Shit, did we wake you?" Ed asks. Jack and himself had been drinking for a couple hours by this point. "Shot, sorry, we were a bit too loud."

"I mean... cannons are loud," you mutter, taking a swig of your own drink.

"We were blowing stuff up. I just got laid a visit by my old ship mate, Calico Jack."

"OK... um... Old mate? Well, if he's a friend of yours, hello." Stede greets.

"Who's the big gal?" Jack asks.

"Would you fuckin' stop?" Ed playfully shoves him. They both laugh. "He's joking. He's fuckin' joking. You're not a girl."

You take another swig from your bottle as you watch the exchange.

"Jack, Stede Bonnet. Stede Bonnet, Jack."

"Good to meet you." Stede shakes Jack's hand. "So, er, what are we blowing up?"

Edward goes on to explain they had found and old chest of drawers. Stede comments that it was an old family heirloom, but he shakes it off as if he wanted to blow it up anyway.

He promptly invites Edward to breakfast, where Jack tags along. Stede doesn't look too pleased, but rolls with it.

You decide to take your bottle of rum over to the nearest steps and sit down. Lucius spots you and makes his way over, pulling a face.

"Rough night?"

"Didn't sleep much." You tell him, lowering the rum bottle from your lips. Lucius reaches out and takes it from you. You hadn't drank as much as the other two had, but Lucius wanted to stop you from drinking any more anyway.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"What's left to talk about? I miss him, okay..."

"What's the deal with Jack?" He asks.

"He's Ed's mate."

"Go on," Lucius urges.

"He's a bit of a wild card. Crazy shit will happen while he's here, for the record. He brings out some of the crazy in Blackbeard."

"Okay. Anything else?"

You sigh and look at him. "He was a drunken fling. That what you wanna hear? It happened once, never again."

Lucius grins. "Feels good to get out in the open though, right?"

"I don't know how that information makes amy difference to anything," you say, burrowing your brows in confusion.

"It doesn't, I just wanted to hear you open up. See, you're learning it ways. You're one of us."

You laugh softly.

♡♡♡

Lucius spent a good portion of the morning with you, Pete joining you both at some point. You were enjoying your time with them chatting and sharing stories. Pete shared of his made up stories about his time on Blackbeard's crew. You found amusement in them and Pete seemed proud you liked them.

When Edward and Jack returned to deck, Jack had his whip at the ready. Edward at up some bottles along the railing of the ship.

"What are they doing?" Pete asked, watching the two men.

"Whippies."

Calico Jack was a master of the whip. The crew cheered as he broke each bottle without missing a beat. You can't deny his skill, no matter what you may think of the man.

Stede looks rather horrified.

"Whippies! Whippies! Whippies!" Everyone starts cheering.

Jack whips the cards from Swede's hand.

"The guy's an absolute legend with a whip." Ed laughs.

"How long's he staying, do you think?" Stede asks Ed.

"Ah, fuck, I don't know. I mean, you know, we're keeping it open-ended. You can't put a fuckin' time limit on fun, mate! Jack! Whip my balls!" Ed urges, laughing.

Jack whips his balls.

Of course it fucking hurts.

You sigh, having seen enough. You get up and walk across deck.

"Hey! Where ya going?" You hear Jack call.

♡♡♡

You lay on Izzy's bed and look up at the ceiling. You were glad to see Blackbeard had perked up a bit, but you were also a bit sad to see Stede not looking so comfortable. You knew Jack could be a handful.

However, Jack is not so much on your mind as Izzy is. You find yourself thinking about him a lot these days. His absence is really settling in.

You would give anything to see his face again.

"Come back, Izzy... please..."

The cabin is terribly quiet. It feels lonely. God, you miss that man.

♡♡♡

"There was the time he saved my life."

Ed and Jack were sharing stories with the crew. You were up there doing some chores on the ship as the others had stopped to listen.

"I don't like to bring it up. It's a bit immodest." Jack brushes Ed's words off.

"Come on!" "Tell us!" The crew plead.

"It was actually not too far from here, uh, matter of fact, on old Blind Man's Cove."

"Well, you know what. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive today," Edward says.

"I love this dopey bastard right here." Jack laughs. "That's a real pirate! Not like one of these store-bought types."

You glance at Stede when Jack says that.

"Jack, I hate to ask, but... where's your ship and your crew?" Stede asks. "You'd think a real pirate would have those."

"Well, I'm kind of, uh, between things at the moment." Jack replies. "Look, fellas, I know it looks like I'm killin' it, but, uh... I'm really not."

There's a pause of silence.

"My crew mutinued." Jack cries. "Third time it's happened this year."

Edward comforts him. Everyone looks at Stede, disappointed.

"You made him cry." Pete says.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Well, it was a pretty bitchy question." Lucius frowns.

Ed takes Stede off to the side to talk to him. The crew move in to comfort Jack.

"It's okay, CJ. I'm sure it wasn't personal." Roach tries to comfort him.

"Yeah, well, when they tie an anchor around your leg and throw you overboard, it feels pretty personal."

"We were gonna mutiny on Stede," Pete tells Jack.

"Yeah, probably again someday." Swede adds in.

Jack smiles at them. "Thanks, fellas. Real nice of you to say."

"Calico!" Stede returns. "I was thinking would it cheer you up if we went for s little trip? Perhaps somewhere fun?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Don't make a bother for me."

"Where you wanna go?" Ed asks.

"Well, I haven't been to Blind Man's Cove in years."

"Well, Blind Man's Cove it is." Stede smiles.

♡♡♡

"Yardies! Who's up for yardies?" Jack yells.

You sit on deck, the ship just off the coast of Blind Man's Cove. It's definitely a pretty island, but the cove is quite closed in.

However, the crew have their fun.

Roach attempts a game of yardies, but doesn't clear the deck. He's alive, but man would that have hurt. You felt it yourself as he hit the side of the ship.

Later you all find yourselves on the beach. They attach a knife to a turtle and try to get it to fight a crab. The funniest part about this was watching each of the crew take sides. Turtle or crab.

Stede was standing beside you looking horrified. "This is fun?" He asks softly.

"To some."

"But not to you?"

"Oh no, not to me. Nor you by the looks of it."

Stede sighs softly.

At one point Stede goes off into the trees to pee. You'd all been drinking rum like there was no tomorrow. Jack also disappeared from the beach and you had a speaking suspicion he went after Stede.

You watch Blackbeard. He seems chipper. A lot like his old self before Stede Bonnet. Just how you remembered him. He turns and sees you, smiling.

"Isn't this fun?" He asks.

"Yeah. Fun."

Ed swings his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side. "Come on, smile! Just like the old days."

"Sure."

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing..."

"Oh... Is this about Izzy?"

You fall quiet.

"He's gone. He made his choice."

"I know. I don't need to be reminded. You can still miss someone, ya know?"

"I know."

Stede returns from beyond the trees and marches down the beach. Ed spots him and follows him. "Where you going? We're about to have a coconut war."

Turns out Stede isn't having much fun. When you hear he was heading back to the ship, you felt like doing the same. Though you knew Lucius would probably come scold you for sulking later.

Jack throws a coconut at Ed. Stede heads back to the dingy. You catch up to him.

"Can I go back with you?"

"Not having fun either?" He asks softly.

"Not really."

Stede smiles and nods. "Come on then, let's go back to the ship."

♡♡♡

When you both get back to the ship, Stede invites you into his cabin for some tea. You decide to take him up on his offer. The ship is quiet with just two of you, but it's kind of nice.

Stede pours you both some tea and some cake he had Roach prepare earlier. You both sit down and enjoy.

"I don't like who Ed is when he's with Jack," Stede says, sipping his tea.

"I know it's very different from what you've seen of him, but he really was like that all the time before."

"Yes, so I've heard." Stede sighs. "Still, the Ed I know was so different."

"Yeah. You... softened him up a bit."

Stede looks at you softly. "Is that bad?"

"Not necessarily. Just different. I don't hate it." You take a bite of your cake. "I've been getting a bit used to being on this ship."

Stede smiles. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like."

"Thank you."

While the crew pass time on the beach, you and Stede hang out. He takes you through some of his books, tells you where some of his furniture is from, and you tell him a few stories of your own sailing days.

"You talk about Izzy a lot," he points out.

"Do I?"

"Yes. You sound quite close."

"I thought we were. Turns out I was wrong."

"How so?" Stede furrows his brow at you. The pout of his lips in confusion was, dare you say, somewhat adorable?

"He left. Didn't hesitate. I must be pretty easy to leave."

"Why didn't you go with him?"

"He did ask me to, but... I don't know."

Stede reaches out and gives your hand a friendly pat. "Well, I for one am glad you stayed."

♡♡♡

As night draws in, Stede retires to bed. You decide to do the same, curling up in Izzy's old cabin again. You still refer to it as his even though he's not here any more.

The crew had returned and they had clearly being drinking none stop. The sound of smashing is keeping you awake.

You decide to at least see what's going on. When you get up to deck, Buttons is yelling at them for being so loud. He was trying to moonbathe.

"Sorry, Buttons. Maybe he's right, guys. Should we pack it in?" Ed said, clearly drunk. "It's been a day."

The crew begin to agree, and you're about ready to help some of them get to bed, but Jack refuses and grabs his whip.

"King Coconut says, we go," he whips a sack nearby, "another," he whips the deck, " round!"

Lastly he whips wildly and everyone gasps in horror as Jack whips Buttons' seagull, Karl. You stare wide eyed as Buttons picks up his little bird friend.

"He's deid." Button says, his accent heavy. "You... killed him."

Buttons hands Karl over to Roach and starts talking in tongues. "I hex upon ye, I hex upon ye, I hex upon yeee...!"

You watch in mild confusion and fascination.

"Well, thay was some weird shit."

You walk over to Jack. "You should go."

"Oh, come on. It was an accident." He grins.

"Get off my ship!" Stede calls from behind you. You move away and let him come closer. "Like they said, you should go."

"Fine. I don't give a shit. Party sucked anyway. I'm out. Who's with me?" Jack asks. He looks at you, but you remain standing beside Stede. "Oh, come on. You don't wanna stick around with this fop, do ya?"

No one moves.

Jack turns to Ed. "Blackie? I saved your life man."

"Yeah."

Stede's expression falls. "Wait. You're leaving? With him?"

You frown. First Izzy, now Blackbeard?

"This is who I am, Stede." Ed speaks quietly. He glances at you, but you don't move. "You were always gonna realise what I am."

Edward walks over to the side of the ship and then looks back over his shoulder. "Take care, mate."

You take a deep breath before walking off.

♡♡♡

Lucius was on his way to go see Stede, but decided it best to stop off by your room first. As expected you were curled up on the bed. He doesn't have to say anything for you to know he was there.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" He asks.

"With pity."

Lucius steps into the room. "I wasn't. I did want to make sure you were okay though. First Izzy, now Blackbeard."

You look at him unimpressed.

"I'm gonna go check on the captain. You coming?"

You sigh softly and get up. "Yeah."

Turns out Stede was worse off than you. He was sat by the window with his telescope, watching Ed on the beach. Oluwande had spent the night in here, so he hadn't slept all that well either.

"Has this been going on all night?" Lucius asks.

"All night. No breaks."

Lucius goes over to his captain to try and talk to him. You sigh and watch from beside where Olu is seated.

"Morning, Captain. Do you mind putting the scope down for a sec?"

Stede doesn't budge.

"Okay, I will just take this..."

"No..."

"One, two..."

"No!"

"...three."

Lucius takes the scope from Stede. He hands it over to you and you tuck it away somewhere safe.

"Long night?" Lucius asks.

"I don't know," Stede replies softly.

"OK. And do we think this more of a spat or a rupture with Blackbeard?"

Stede rests his head back with a think against the window panel behind him. "I think it's done."

Lucius sighs.

"Well, lucky for you... I'm fantastic at break-ups. I helped them with Izzy, so I can help you too."

"Izzy and I didn't break up," you say.

"Yes you did."

"We weren't together to begin with."

"Eh," Lucius shrugs. He walks past you swiftly and Stede returns to sulking.

♡♡♡

"I just wanted to let you all know, we'll be holding a buriel at sea for Karl." Stede talks to his crew.

Buttons sobs in the background.

"Understandably, Buttons is..." Buttons cries again. "...rather audibly upset. And on a related note, Blackbeard will no longer be sailing with us."

You sigh and look down at the deck. Maybe this was payback for leaving them 6 years ago. They've all left you.

"It's a big one, I know. It was a mutual decision, which I initiated first."

"So this mean we're back to being captained by just... you?" Pete asks.

"Look, technically, you've always been captained by me, and only me, so there's no change there." Stede replies to him.

"Right, but what if some of us saw ourselves more as Blackbeard's employee?"

You roll your eyes.

"I can still stay right?" You ask, turning to him.

"Course. I'd be sad to see you leave too..."

You give Stede a comforting smile and pat his later lightly.

"Look, these things happen. Sometimes captains drift apart. I know its tough, but chin up. OK? Neither of us will like you less or more than we did before."

"Bad news, Stede." You say, looking out to see.

"It is. It's terrible news," Stede replies, sighing.

"Not that. That!" You point out to sea.

An English Navy fleet have arrived. Three big ships trapping the Revenge into the cove.

"That's a lot of ship."

"Yeah, and we're trapped," you tell him.

A cannon is fired and it hits the unicorn as the front of the ship, completely beheading it.

"Warning shot," you tell Stede. "The next one's into the hull."

"Right, we should probably fire back at them, um... Prepare the cannons!"

"Wait!"

You all turn around to see Ed climbing back onboard.

"Hoist the white flag!"

"Ed!" Stede smiles. You smile too. He came back.

"Better alive than dead."

You and Ed nod at each other.

♡♡♡

Izzy watches the Revenge from the English Navy ship. He's gripping the ring around his neck as he keeps his eyes on the other ship.

"I'm here," he whispers.

The white flag is raised on the Revenge and Izzy holds his head up higher. He gets into one of the boats with the English and they row toward the Revenge, toward you.

Izzy was coming back.

♡♡♡

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ifearzombies · 11 months

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Yet MORE Headcanons about life in the HoL

Previous post here with links to the other two: [x]

- On days that Levi’s depression is REALLY bad, you pull the futon into his room and you and Mammon keep him company.

- You have more contact with the Human Realm than you did your first year and call friends and relatives. Every call, without fail, is interrupted. Usually by Mammon.

- Asmodeus has been given clearance to have fun with your friends in bed. He does NOT, however, have clearance to have sex with relatives. Your single friends visit with Asmo a lot and the next morning you talk with them over the phone or at the table about how talented he is. He LOVES it.

- You have a weekly trip to Wail-mart for condoms and lube. They have a bag ready for you every Friday at this point. If you’re a fem!MC and forget one week, the next bag has a pregnancy test.

- You told Satan there’s a musical called ‘Cats’. You two now sing songs from the Broadway show and have gone to it several times. You don’t talk about the movie version. Satan has decided the movie doesn’t exist. His favorite cat is Rum Tum Tugger since he’s defiant to Munkustrap.

- You wanted to watch ‘Ratatouille’ with everyone. Barbatos was horrified the movie even exists and destroyed the disc in your hand. You tried to tell him and the more you tell him, the paler he gets. The movie gets put on the banned list. This also extended to ‘Secret of Nimh’ and ‘Flushed Away’.

- Between working out with Beel, pampering and fashion with Asmo, etiquette lessons with Barbatos and Lucifer, and Belphegor helping you sleep more peacefully you are healthier than you’ve ever been.

- You’ve learned a lot of magic and you and Solomon taught some of your friends. A few of them want to go to RAD for a few years. You’re working out details with Diavolo and the Celestial Realm, but Diavolo is ecstatic.

- You got Beel the 5lb gummy bears and worms. Also a few of the giant Hershey kisses. Beel hadn’t known there were snacks that big and he was so happy to find out. Though he struggled to eat the bear. It was pretty cute.

- As a gag gift you got Asmo one of those 55 gallon drums of lube. It backfired because he absolutely loved it and he took it to an orgy party with cubi later that week.

- You’ve just now sworn off singing any songs dealing with depression or dark topics. You sang ‘I was meant to be yours’ from Heathers and like with the ‘My R’ incident, house was in mass panic. Simeon was asked to counsel you again and he still was a bit confused but was glad you were OK. Solomon, however, laughed his ass off.

- You found out some of your older relatives were super uber religious and hated everyone but Simeon and Luke. And then you found out one was racist when they said something horrible about Simeon. Simeon had never heard the slur before, but once you explained the meaning, he cried. Satan nearly went to the Human Realm to teach them a lesson, but you reassured they weren’t worth it. They weren’t your family anymore. Everyone in the Devildom was. And you were cutting that relative out. You also cut the super religious ones after they insulted your demons.

- You watched ‘Shrek The Musical’ with Levi and Mammon. You’ve caught them both belting out songs from the soundtrack. You filmed both of them.

- You jammed out to ‘Like a Prayer’ and Simeon joined in. Asmo then said the song was about sex and Simeon nearly passed out. You explained that it’s actually about being so in love with God that the singer feels he’s an actual boyfriend/man in her life. You debated heavily on this while Simeon had a panic attack. It’s ‘Like a virgin’ that’s about sex.

- You bought Belphie one of those space globes that turn the room into outer space when the light goes out. He and Beel love it.

- You’ve discovered songs about the Devil promoting evil actually really hurt Diavolo’s feelings. Especially ‘When You’re Evil’. He caught you listening and he nearly cried and asked if you thought he was really like that. You had to reassure him that was not the case. Beel heard the song and was just confused why his name was confused with other people in there.

- A few relatives were concerned you decided to emigrate to actual literal Hell. Those whose opinions you ACTUALLY care about, you invited them with permission from Diavolo and Lucifer. By the end, your relatives loved your chosen family. Some of them send gifts to the Devildom just for them and each item sent is treated like a treasure by the recipient.

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anti-romantico · 6 months

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[snow storm] nct johnny

warnings: couch sex, drinking, jerking, overstimulation

words: 1983

Johnny and you were in the middle of the second movie of your weekly movie night when both got a notification about the current storm snow. "Avoiding going outside is highly recommend"

— Well, I guess you're trapped here. — You said, pausing the movie and looking at Johnny.

— Oh no, so unfortunate. — You laughed at his sarcastic tone. — Are any of the pajamas I've left clean?

— Yes, all of them actually. You have plenty to choose from. — Johnny nodded and played the movie back.

After the movie ended, you went to the bathroom while Johnny cleaned.

The moment you walked out of the bathroom, all the lights turned off.

— Perfect, I was ready for the next movie. — You whined, walking to the living room using the flashlight of your phone to guide you.

You threw yourself to the couch and heard Johnny getting closer. — Do you have candles?

— Just the ones we used for your birthday. — You looked at him, he shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the floor in front of you.

— It's really early too. — He said, checking the hour on his phone. — We should save the battery of our phones just in case. There's no signal or wifi anyways. — You said, threshing your phone to the little table in front of Johnny.

He imitated you and laid back on the couch. — Now what?

— Do you want to get drunk? I have tequila, vodka and rum. — Johnny laughed and nodded.

After a few rounds of shots, Johnny suggested to play through or dare, but since you were getting drunk pretty fast, it became only asking nasty questions.

— God, did she really call you "daddy"? — You laughed, taking another shot of rum.

— And kept doing it after I told her to stop. I've never had my dick softening that fast before. — It was his turn to have a drink of vodka before asking. — What about you? What was your worst time having sex?

You tried to remember. — Oh, when this guy I met at a party kept moaning his ex's name. — You left the glass shot on the table. — I ignored it at first, he was really good, but I got tired and told him to fuck his ex if he missed her that much.

— What an asshole. — Johnny got up off the floor and moved your legs so he could finally sit down beside you. But you stretched them again over his.

— Ok, time to talk about our bestest.

— Oh you know her, actually. My last fuck buddy.

— But there has to be this one time you really loved.

— Are you sure you want me to describe it?

— I'm going to do the same, anyways.

— Fine… Don't laugh, but there's this time we were so desperate to fuck that we did it in my car. — You bit your lip while looking at Johnny. — You?

— Remember the guy I told you that sent me a dick pic once? — Johnny nodded. — I actually answered after a week.

— Wait, you sent nudes?

— Just with him. Then I invited him over and…

— Oh god, don't tell me you fucked on this couch.

— That one. — You pointed at the armchair at the corner of the room that you never use.

— Was it comfortable?

— Very. We did it multiple times.

Johnny stayed silent while looking at the armchair for a minute before talking. — I dare you to show me your favorite position.

You arched a brow, still pretty drunk. Johnny and you always teased each other, and even made out once, but you never took it further even when, at least, you wanted to.

— Fine, but you can't touch me.

Johnny pushed your legs and went to the armchair, sitting on it and waited for you. He looked different than the other guy, of course he was bigger and barely could have his legs spread.

You walked to him and turned around, sitting over his crotch. He took a deep breath and clenched the fabric of the armchair.

You laid back until your back was against his chest and turned your face, feeling his heart beat like crazy. — Your turn. — You whispered.

— You have to turn around for that. — Johnny whispered back, finally being able to touch you.

You straddled him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but he put them on the back of the armchair. — This way you can help yourself bounce on my cock. — He stroked the exposed skin and lifted the fabric of your pajama shorts, making you sigh. — And there's another one, you want me to show you?

You nodded and let him push you to the side, telling you to stay in that position. He placed himself behind you, rubbing his dick on your butt.

You pushed yourself back, meeting his hips. He grabbed your hips and started to slowly hump you.

— Now you see why I like it? — Johnny asked, fastening his pace.

You moaned and nodded, grabbing one of your boobs over your shirt and squeezed it.

Johnny couldn't control himself anymore and pulled your shorts down, leaving you with your underwear. You turned your face when you felt his hands leave you and found him pulling his jeans down.

He humped you harder this time, making sure to brush his cock over your cunt. You met his hips midway and moaned, loving how good he was making you feel.

No words were exchanged, not even after you two cummed. He held you against him, preventing you to fall.

He finally let you go and went back to the couch, and before he could pull his jeans up, you straddled him again.

— I don't think I'm drunk enough. — Johnny said. His gaze followed you, watching you pour a shot of tequila for each.

— We weren't drunk the last time we made out. — You said, chugging the shot and waiting for him to do the same.

— Are we going to make out? — He took the shot and hugged with one arm so he could let the shot on the table without dropping you.

You hugged him from his shoulders and whined when his dick twitched under you. Both still only with your underwear.

— We can always blame the alcohol in case something else happens. — You whispered while playing with the hem of his shirt.

— And what else can happen here? Because not even 5 minutes ago I cummed in my boxers by just humping you, I would be more than pleased if we do it again.

— Only humping?

— Unless you have a condom I can use. — You cursed under your breath, you didn't remember.

You got up and ran to your room, Johnny laughed and patiently waited. You looked so excited when you ran back to him with three condoms in your hand.

— Are these enough? — You got back to your place and put the condoms beside his legs.

— We'll see… — Johnny pulled you and kissed you hard, immediately attacking your mouth with his tongue.

Your hips started to hump his cock again, causing both of you to curse over each other's mouths. You felt wet again and sucked on Johnny's lower lip before humping him faster.

But Johnny couldn't wait any longer, he ripped one of the condoms and pushed you to finally free his cock, the tip was red and glistening with precum. You loved the way the condom rolled down his long cock, aching for him to be inside you. You hovered over him and moved your panties to the side.

Johnny guided the tip to your entrance and let you sink down at your own pace.

He was long and a little bit thick. You moaned when he bottomed you out. His hand traveled to your neck and kissed you.

— Wait… — You said when he tried to thrust into you. It was a little bit too much for you.

Johnny tried again, this time slowly.

But peace didn't rule for long, when you finally got used to his size, you were jumping on him, obsessing over his cock fucking you deep.

You took off your shirt and let Johnny play with your tits, his shirt also flying away. You were only in your underwear and he still had his boxers and jeans on, but none of you seemed to care.

You felt your thighs cramp, and suddenly stopped. Johnny put you down on the couch and fully undressed, but left your underwear on. He went back into you and showed nor mercy, his hips started to ram against you, making you moan really loud.

Your finger dug deep in his arms beside your head, you weren't in control over your body anymore, it was him and just him.

But Johnny's sanity wasn't any better than yours; his sight was blurry, his mouth was dry, he was going to cum at any second. And so did you.

Your fingers were toying with your clit, prolonging your orgasm and waiting for him to fill the condom.

Johnny pulled out and removed the condom, tying it and placing it over a napkin. He sat down and pulled you with him, making you straddle him again.

Your eyes went immediately to his cock. — Are you still drunk? — You asked, your eyes not leaving his dick.

— After that, I doubt it.

— We didn't do my favorite position. — You said, stroking him.

Johnny hissed, still sensitive. — Right, how selfish of me. — With his head laid back, he let you spit on your hand to help you jerking him.

You were able to feel how he was getting harder and harder with your help. He then removed your hand and jerked himself, you gave him another condom and waited for him to put it on.

Once he was ready, you turned around and helped him line himself, and you wished you would've gone slower, cause you practically sank down, whimpering.

— Shit… — Johnny cursed when you tighten around him.

You laid your back against his chest, sighing with the new angle. Johnny pulled your legs and positioned them on the couch.

You were so done.

Before you could fully hold yourself, his hips rammed up against your cunt, earning the loudest moans you’ve ever made.

His lips were on your neck, not long after he started to leave marks. His fingers were pinching your nipples and you were a moaning sweaty mess.

The fast pace he had made his dick slipped out of you, making you whine. He re-inserted himself and continued to abuse your poor hole.

— You feel so good, John… — Your fingers went to your clit, but he pushed away.

— Let me do it.

It was overwhelming; his balls hitting with every thrust, one hand on your nipples and the other on your clit.

— Johnny… — You couldn't properly finish the sentence, he was all over you and you loved it.

— Are you going to cum?

You just nodded, reaching your hand to his hair and pulled it, scratching his neck in the process.

Johnny didn’t give you time to recover when you finally cum, and you tried to pull yourself away from him, but his strong arms around you stopped you.

— It’s too much. — You whined, digging your nails on the skin of his arm.

— Give me another one, love.

You shook your head, you were practically crying. But your body just gave up. It started to feel too hot for your liking, being in your own body burned like shit.

When Johnny finally stopped, you felt his fingers cleaning the tears from your cheeks.

— Are you ok? — You heard his voice too far, like an echo.

— That was so good. — You earned a chuckle from him.

— Go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of the couch.

It was when it hit you. His thighs, and yours too, were too sticky. And not to mention the state of the poor couch.

— God… We should do this more often, don’t you think?

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mirrorsblogs · 10 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐄. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚

There was a certain energy that came from being in an environment like this. You stood off to the side observing the organized madness in rapture, people passing by, they paid no mind to your curious eyes. With a deft hand, you tried your hand over the various alcohol bottles present on the counter trying to decide on which concoction you wanted to drown in tonight.

Vodka, whiskey, rum-

“Did you want to stand there all day?” Someone shouted at you. Clumsily you poured the nearest drink bottle into your cup and hastily walked away from the table. You ignored the glaring eyes of those you kept waiting along with some jealous people lining the main room. These types of parties were never your scene but you decided to indulge your boyfriend’s wishes for just tonight though you began to regret that decision as he remained sparse.

For a moment you contemplated throwing your drink away and going back to your apartment but decided to explore just a little more. The glares of either envy or jealousy followed you all the while you walked down random hallways. It felt as though you got more and more lost in your surroundings but it was exhilarating to lose yourself physically. Though that could have been the alcohol talking.

“Fuckin’ rich people,” you whispered as the hallways seemed to stretch on and on. How big was this house?

Stopping in a hallway you noticed a larger portrait with all of Eren’s family with Jean’s and Mikasa’s. They were old money, something you were so very not. The judgmental eyes of Grisha Yeager looked down at your scantily clad body. That man had never respected you, much rather preferring a wealthier girl for his son than you. These girls were effortless where you worked yourself to the bone, they were graceful where you were headstrong, they were everything you were not.

Why did Eren ask me out?

Why did he want me?

Vaguely you registered shouting coming from the end of the hall which would have steered you in the other direction had you not recognized the voice.

“What do you mean you lost her? She’s my girlfriend, how do you lose her? Find her or I’ll-”

“Eren,” you mumbled, going for a side hug. Instantly you felt his muscles relax as a scared Falco nodded in thanks before quickly fleeing the scene.

“Where’d you go?” He questioned, placing his chin on the top of your head. His previously angered tone was nowhere to be found as he began to bask in your presence. You had this effect on him, he was always calmer around you.

“I walked around the house, and got lost.”

“Figures, did you want me to get you another drink?” Eren asked as he threw on one of his signature smirks.

“No I’m ok, I have work tomorrow anyway.” You could feel the frown on his face at your answer. Eren separated from you slightly to show you his expression but did not comment.

“Ok, let me bring you to the group then,” he whispered, leaning down directly into your ear. At his action, you nervously glanced around only to find that you both were in a secluded room far from any party-goers.

“Or we could stay here for a bit?” You slyly suggested, pulling on the hem of Eren’s shirt.

“Or we could stay here,” Eren confirmed, after a pause. He slid a hand to the side of your face and brought your lips to his. He tasted as he usually did, of cedar. Gently he guided you both to a nearby couch where you straddled him instantly.

“I like looking at you like this,” you whispered, upper half upright so you could stare down at the man for once.

“Don’t get used to it, princess.” The nickname made your heart flutter as he was the only one in the world who would call you such. It was ironic considering how you managed running a club, academics, and a job which contrasted heavily with being an uptight princess. Eren had initially used it to piss you off but quickly found the effect it had on you to be different, more fluster-inducing.

“Jean is going to kill us if he finds us making out in his house,” you said. Eren laughed as he kissed you hungrily again, his teeth bit softly into your bottom lip. You rolled your tongue over the bit part enough for Eren to slip his tongue into your mouth. For a moment you gasped at the sudden intrusion but quickly adjusted as you both fell into a sort of rhythm. A little squeeze from Eren on your hip there and a roll from your hips there made the experience all the more intoxicating.

“What the hell!” Jean yelled as he burst into the room. You broke apart from Eren and with no shame began laughing at his reaction. Eren chuckled too but moved you away from Jean as he stood up. “You should go find them, Sasha said. Maybe they’re lost, Connie said.”

“Sorry, horse-face! We’ll leave,” Eren said with an air of humor in his voice.

“Shut the fuck up Yeager and get out!” Jean shouted, pointing at the door behind him. Eren’s smile widened as he began to leave but not before holding a hand out to you. Grasping his hand you both made your way down the hall, retreating from the angered Jean.

“I told you!” You whisper-shouted at Eren.

“I don’t regret it,” Eren whispered in the same playful tone.

“Did you see his face? I swear it was red!”

“There was steam coming from his ears!”

After some more jokes traded between the two of you, the main party room came back into view. Instead of those glares that followed you everywhere, they were replaced with vying and impassive stares from everyone. You began to shy from it all until Eren kissed your temple.

"They're all jealous," he whispered.

"Of what?"

"You."

Eren instilled a confidence you never knew you could possess. Then there was the case of his smile that he never used to wear with pride as he did now. It was a newfound sense of happiness that you brought that caused it to form. Losing himself in the pleasures of life was something Eren was comfortable with until he saw you. Rather than drowning in alcohol he would much rather drown in the love you offered. Though you might have never asked him to quit his usual lifestyle Eren did, he changed. He did it for you.

As individuals we were hollow, together we are better, we are whole.

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 1 year

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You again?!

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v, oral sex, fingering, self-indulgent filth.

A/N: This is set when they go back to get the rest of the money. It's something about Benny I cannot stop writing for this man.

Summary: You keep running into the guy you had sex with in an airport bathroom.

Word Count: 4k

Of all the trips you’ve taken it has been with a friend group or family, this would be the first time you venture off on your own. You always wanted to visit Colombia. The forests were so beautiful and you heard the nightlife wasn’t so bad either.

Making your way through the airport without anyone else to help guide you was nerve wracking but once you calmed down you realized you could ask any of the employees. Even though you were traveling to one of the hottest countries, you still opted to wear leggings and a hoodie.

You realized soon enough that maybe you had left a little too early since the lines for TSA were quick. Sitting at your terminal with at least 2 hours until you board and nothing to do you grab your backpack and look around. Upon looking at the sign that shows where which terminals are you see they have a bar not too far away.

You grab a seat up at the bar and place your bag behind you, looking around you see a few other lone travelers and one group of men. Once you put in your order with the bartender you feel someone sit next to you, despite the various empty seats farther away. You sneak a glance at him through the mirror only to find him staring at you already. You grimace as you turn and hide your face in your hair. He was one of the guys from that group.

When the bartender places your long island iced in front of you, quickly grab it. The stranger says something but you weren’t paying attention so you ask him to repeat it.

“I asked if you know there’s no iced tea in that. It’s only like tequila, rum, gin, triple sec, vodka, and coke.” His southern drawl makes up for his awkward icebreaker.

“Good I hate iced tea.” You tell him with a scrunch in your face.

You see the fake mortification on his face after you insult the most beloved drink of the south. He even puts his hands on his heart like you gave him a heart attack. “Not from the south then?”

“No I am, I just hate that drink with a passion.” You fully turn your head to look at him, liking what you see. He has sandy blonde hair that’s covered by an army green hat. His eyes were like an ocean blue that you could stare at all day, he even had that dangerous southern charm. His skin even has a slight tan that makes his eyes pop even more.

“I’m Benny,” he gives you a once over while waiting for you to tell him your name. You wonder if he likes what he sees.

After telling him your name you feel warmth spread through your body from the drink you’ve been nursing. You move to take off your hoodie, leaving you in a tank top. You remember your decision to forgo a bra when you catch Benny’s eyes drifting to your chest. Once he’s done with his assessment, his eyes travel back to you realizing he’s been caught.

You watch his face redden before he addresses it. “I’m… It’s not-”

Your giggle cuts off his nervous rant. “It’s ok. I don’t mind Benny,” you maintain eye contact with him while finishing your drink. You go to get the bartender’s attention before Benny interjects.

“You want another one? Let me take care of it.” Before you could even pretend to object he’s already ordered for you. When he turns back towards you there’s barely any space between you two, causing you to wonder when you two got so close. Not that you’re complaining.

With the alcohol loosening you up you place a hand on his shoulder before bringing your lips to the shell of his ear. “What do you want Benny?”

You see from the way his back constricts that his breath quickens from your seemingly innocent question. “That depends entirely on you darling.” You face him again as you feel his hand on your thigh, inching its way higher. His hand taking up so much space makes you clench around nothing. There’s a temporary pause when the bartender sets your second drink down.

You sip on it, eyeing Benny. “Men’s or Women’s restroom?”

He smirks at you before placing his mouth at your ear to whisper, “Family restroom, amatuer.”

You feel an involuntary shiver go down your spine. Placing the half empty drink on the counter you take Benny’s offered hand as he helps you off the stool. While you grab your bag Benny pays the tab before taking your hand in his, easily swallowing it.

You two walk through the airport under the guise of being a couple when really the both of you are like horny teenagers. Upon finding the family restroom you both check the coast before going in, Benny obviously letting you go first. After finding a hook to hang your bag you feel him behind you. His mouth ghosts over your neck, hands finding their way to your hips, and his hard length pulsing on your ass.

He turns you around only to capture your lips in a messy kiss. You taste the whiskey he was drinking on his lips making you want more. With your hands flat on his chest you snake your tongue into his mouth, making him grip your hips harder and bringing your body closer to his. His thigh sat right in between your legs, allowing you to rock your hips against him. The soft fabric of your leggings coupled with his rough denim catching your clit had you reeling from pleasure.

Soon enough you're moaning into Benny’s mouth, wetness pooling in your underwear. If you were thinking clearly you’d worry about it leaking onto your leggings. Benny’s hands stall your hips from grinding into his thigh further, causing a childish whine to leave your mouth. He won't leave you wanting for long when his hand dips into your underwear. He takes his time rubbing his fingers over your entrance, wetting them before slowly circling your clit. It’s sweet torture.

“All this for me?” Benny looks at you for an answer as if he didn’t already know. Still you oblige him by nodding your head and gazing in his eyes. You must have done something right because he finally takes two fingers and plunges them into your entrance. You cry out begging him for more, and he begins pumping them in and out of you while watching your hips rock into his fingers. He gently curls them inside you looking for that spongy spot, with a sharp jerk of your hips he knows he’s got it.

He takes your mouth again but this time he’s holding your jaw. You tilt your head to give your tongue more room. As Benny keeps curling his fingers over your sweet spot you continuously moan into his mouth. A knot tightens in your lower stomach, getting tighter and tighter until you feel yourself clench down on his fingers. Your mouth opens in a silent cry and your hand digs into Benny’s biceps.

“That’s it cum all over my fingers baby.” Your head slumps against his chest while you regain enough strength to hold yourself up. You feel Benny remove his hands from your panties and you look up to find him sucking on them. Removing one hand from his bicep you move it down his body, cupping his prominent bulge. You hear his low groan while he rocks his hips into your hand.

“Shit baby turn around.” As you follow his instructions you hear him unbuckle his pants and his zipper. You sneak a peek behind you only to see him stroking the thickest cock you’ve ever seen. His hand barely wraps around it fully. You pull down your leggings and panties, the latter almost sticking to you. Benny grabs your ass cheeks and spreads them wanting a full look at you.

Once he’s satisfied you feel him nudging your entrance, teasing you. Not being able to handle it you push back on him making him grab your hips. You feel a palm come down on your right cheek before he mumbles about you needing to be patient. The contact makes you jolt in excitement. Benny finally puts you out of your misery when he slowly rocks into you, wanting you to become comfortable with the stretch.

Even though it’s a tight fit you love how you could feel him no matter how much or how little he moved. When he feels how you’re clenching around him he knows you’re ready. He places one hand on your shoulder and the other digging into your hip while he angles his hip into you. Feeling him fill you up fully causes your fists to ball up against the wall, your breathing turns into quick pants.

Benny gets lost in the lust filled haze your cunt is giving him, the way you wrap around him is intoxicating. He hasn’t felt this way since he was a teenager, his ball clenching up letting him know that he’s close. He surprises you by sliding his hand down to circle your clit while he fucks into you deeply.

The tension in your lower stomach builds quickly, the feeling bordering on overstimulation. It all comes to a head with a particular rough thrust that has you gushing all over Benny. The way you clench down on him has him cumming and putting his hand on the wall for support, right next to yours. The air in his lungs feels suspended as he basks in the afterglow of sex.

“I would beg for round two but my flight leaves soon.” Benny breathes out next to the shell of your ear. He pulls out of you leaving an empty feeling and a cold breeze.

“Mine too.” You rasp before reaching in your bag to grab baby wipes to clean yourself up. You offer one to Benny after you’ve pulled up your pants, he thanks you with a forehead kiss. Heat fills your face and you turn to make sure you have all your things.

The both of you bid each other a goodbye kiss outside the bathroom, you think that maybe you should’ve got his number. After separating you decide to buy some food to bring on the plane since you were starving. By the time you make it back to your terminal they’re boarding but your group hasn’t been called yet.

By the time you make it on the plane you carefully search for your seat number. Once you find it you're stunned to find Benny is in the window seat next to you. The man in the aisle seat looks up at you with a smirk, you recognize him as one of the guys that was sitting at the table with Benny. His salt and pepper curls really emphasize his beauty, but that means nothing with that stupid shit-eating grin on his face.

Benny is occupied with his face looking out of the window like a puppy dog so you slip in to get to your seat, hoping he won’t recognize you. The asshole next to you giggles at your misfortune, you glare at him causing him to turn in his seat. Still laughing.

The jig is up when Benny’s thick thighs spread and nudge your leg, he whips his head down to apologize only to find you. While you stare straight ahead with your lips tucked into your mouth Benny looks at you in disbelief. He nudges you with his shoulder and gives you a panty dropping smile that has your thighs clenching.

“You know I was really regretting not getting your number, I thought you might think I was a slut or something.” You laugh at his omission and the awkwardness that was previous there dissipates as you two look at each other.

You begin eating your food and offer to share with Benny since you don’t finish it all. He inhales all of it and licks his fingers, flashbacks to him sucking his fingers after he made you cum have you staring heatedly at him. When you finally do meet his gaze he looks at you with understanding.

“About that round two,” you let your sentence trail off knowing he’ll catch on.

“We haven’t even taken off yet baby,” his lips barely touched the shell of your ear. “But when the seatbelt sign goes off make sure you're ready.” He puts his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

You and Benny spend the first hour learning more about each other, everything from your favorite colors to the reason why you’re going to Colombia. The seatbelt sign had turned off 30 minutes ago but neither of you paid any mind. Anyone who didn’t know you would think the both of you were dating, between the intimate touches and the hushed whispers. Neither of you were complaining, it seems you both wanted to bask in the made up reality.

When the flight attendants come down the aisle with their drink carts, you are relieved since you’ve been craving a sprite. The guy in the aisle seat who you’ve come to find out is named Santiago puts in his order first, you go to put in yours when she turns back only to have her ignore you in favor of Benny.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked what you want since he’s not that thirsty. She hands him the sprite you wanted and he passes it to you while the biscuits are passed down. Before she leaves she makes sure to ask if that's all he needs, you keep your head down while sipping your sprite unsure of what to do. Benny tells her he’s all set before setting his sights back on you, and that hand rubs the inside of your thigh again.

You finish your sprite in record time while waiting for the attendants to come collect the trash. “Meet me in the bathroom.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and get up to head to the bathroom without waiting for a response. You’re only in the bathroom only a few seconds before you hear a playful knock on the door, you stare at Benny in disbelief.

“You couldn’t wait a little longer? Now everyone’s gonna know.” You scold him before pulling him into the tight space.

“You realize there’s two restrooms back here right,” you roll your eyes at his response but smile when he pulls you closer by your waist. “Besides, I wanted to get you alone in the bathroom again.” He nudges his nose in your neck

“That's not the point Benny,” still focusing on him basically trailing after you.

“I can’t even bend you over in here.” He sighs into your neck as his lips leave tender kisses.

“You won’t need to.” Before he can question what you mean you’re already on your knees in front of him. Your hands running up and down his thighs before cupping his growing bulge. When you lock eyes with him it’s easy to see the effect you have on him.

Your hands have a mind of their own unbuckling his belt and zipper letting it fall to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers. Maintaining eye contact you press a kiss to his clothed cock, you feel it jolt underneath your lips. Benny’s hands grip the sink hard enough to turn his knuckles white, you haven’t even put him in your mouth yet.

Finally you pull his boxers down and his cock springs out, staring you right in the face. You lick a stripe from his balls all the way to his leaky pink tip. You taste the saltiness of pre-cum and suck his tip into your mouth. Benny takes a sharp inhale as you swirl your tongue around and under his tip. Slowly working your way down his thick shaft you bring your hand up to play with his heavy balls. Benny’s hips jerk at the sensation making you take more of him in your mouth. With you bobbing your head up and down on his length he can’t help the moan that slips out of his mouth. Just hearing him lose control like that makes you moan while bobbing your head faster.

Benny is entranced by the way your warm mouth wraps around him, your saliva making you glide all over him. His chest heaves feeling like there was limited air, or maybe you were just sucking it out of him. Literally. He balls one fist and bites it to keep from exposing you two while the other snakes its way onto the back of your head.

“Shit baby I’m close,” he warns you thinking you’ll want him to finish elsewhere. But it seems to have the opposite effect, now you were hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around him. Benny can’t control the way his hips jerk towards your mouth, wanting everything you can give him.

He twitches in your mouth and you know it’s only a matter of time. As you wrap both arms around the back of his thighs taking him deeper, you nuzzle your nose in his light brown pubic hair. At the same time Benny lets out a loud groan, you feel his warm cum shoot into your throat. You stay there hollowing your cheek until Benny has to pull you off himself. He helps you get onto your feet before he pulls you into a messy kiss. His hands are in your hair breathing you into him like you’re oxygen.

When he pulls away you feel a bit dizzy but give him a lazy grin. You turn to walk out of the bathroom but Benny snakes an arm around your front preventing you from leaving. “Uh uh I wanna smell you on my face later.”

Which is exactly how you found yourself on the cramped sink with one ass cheek in and Benny’s face in between your thighs. Your discomfort was overpowered by his tongue flicking your g-spot over and over. His nose even brushed up against your clit in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were sure if anybody was outside the door they would hear your indiscretions, but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when Benny was groaning into your pussy like he was feeling the same things you were.

The vibrations of him groaning sent you into your orgasm at lightning speed, stomach clenched and eyebrow scrunched from the tightness in your body. You bite the sleeve of your hoodie to keep from screaming and really disrupting the plane. Benny continues his ministrations like you didn’t just cream all over his face it’s like deja vu except this time you're pulling him off of you. Looking down at his face you see it glisten in the shitty bathroom lighting, all because of you.

Benny stands at his full height and ushers you off the barely there counter. While wiping down you catch a glimpse of the indent from the sink on one ass cheek, Benny notices you staring and laughs when he sees.

“It’s not funny Benny.” Even though you try to school your features you laugh too. You check yourself in the mirror one last time, making sure you’re semi-decent. Once you approve you turn around to open the door and step out, except the flight attendant that was interested in Benny is staring back at you. Your eyes widen and you realize you're blocking the door when Benny’s hand comes down to smack your ass, and grab it.

“Don’t tell me you want me again? Jesus woman you’re insatiable.” As Benny finally steps out he smirks down at you before seeing why you were blocking the door. Not knowing what to do you hot tail it back to your seat, that asshole Santiago smirking at you.

By the time you’re strapped in Benny makes his way into the row thanking you for leaving him high and dry. All you can do is smile and give him a nonchalant sorry. He ignores you and pulls up the divider between you two before pulling you into him. You didn't even know how tired you were until resting your head under his shoulder.

………..

By the time you and Benny woke up the pilots were pulling into the gate. He and his friends walked with you to baggage claim but it was mostly Benny at your side. He insisted on getting your bag for you and making sure you got a cab.

You didn’t argue. After pointing out your bag he carries it while the guys wait for theirs. Benny looks at you without saying anything, your mind races at what could be going through his head. But it comes to a halt when he asks, "Do you think I could get your number?"

“What you wanna meet up again while we’re here?” You joke before pulling out your phone to exchange numbers.

“No- well yes but I want to take you out when we get back to the states.” He admits sheepishly.

“If you would like to go out with me.”

You give him the goofiest smile before responding, “Yeah I’d like that.” with the two of you grinning like idiots Santiago, Frankie, and even Will look away at the nauseatingly cute display you guys got going on. They’ll get on him later.

Before Benny sends you off in a taxi he leans down close to your ear. “You’re gonna let me know when you reach your hotel right baby?” His low voice makes you want to drag him in the car with you.

“Yes Benny.” You playfully roll your eyes and he grabs under your chin to give you one more kiss. Once he’s satisfied he opens the door for you to get in, but not without slapping your ass one last time. He even gave the driver money for the fare and before you could protest he closed the door waving you off.

……….

On the way to the airport you think of all the fun you had on this trip, you even have a hot date waiting when you get back. Making your way through TSA you feel a bit sad to leave but you had a great time. You even scored some cute trinkets you can give to your friends. This was a great trip however you gotta thank Benny for starting it off so well.

Benny and the guys got the rest of the money without a hitch, now able to live their lives somewhat stress-free. Frankie and Will were especially happy to be able to do their own thing. As Benny boards the plane he thinks about how excited he is for the date you guys have set up, he had to stop talking about it since the guys got tired of listening. Doesn’t mean it didn’t run through his mind 24/7, or you for that matter.

Once he finds his seat number he does a double take, you’re already sitting down in the middle seat. He’s never moved so fast in his life to take the aisle seat, you almost get whiplash from seeing Benny next to you. Again. Santiago sees the two of you sitting together again and immediately wants to get another flight. It was funny the first time but he knows this time will be worse.

“Fuck no, one of you is switching with me this time.” He turns to look at Frankie and Will who look around as if they didn’t hear him, so he takes one of their seats in the row behind you and Benny.

Will is ultimately the one stuck with you two this time. On the bright side, neither of you needs a ‘bathroom break’, but the nonstop talking and cuddling have him ordering headphones and an eye mask from the flight attendant.

#benny miller x female reader #benny miller x reader #triple frontier smut #benny miller #triple frontier fic #benny miller x f!reader

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froggibus · 2 years

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it’s time for obey me christmas,, u can pick whoever but i am holding u at gunpoint for mammon to be in there somehow ok ok thank u bye

Obey Me! + Christmas

Includes: Mammon, Levi, Beel, Belphie

Genre: fluff headcanons!

Word Count: 650

Summary: how would Christmas Day go with the boys

CW: fluff, mammon being a bastard (affectionately), levi being a crybaby, beel force feeding you?? belphie being sleepy + kinda suggestive (levi's)

thank you for the request my liege I hope it is up to par. also thank you for feeding my christmas brain rot..we’re skipping halloween this year and going straight to christmas. also I have horrible Leviathan brain rot rn oops

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Mammon:

definitely the type to shake all of his presents before Christmas

gets everyone the cheapest presents ever too

enjoy your keychain and pack of gum

he lowkey spoils you tho

like half the gifts under the tree are for you

definitely wakes up at like 5am on Christmas morning like a little kid

“darlin’ wake up”

try to ignore him and go back to sleep? that’s ok he’ll just drag your ass down the stairs

ranks the gifts he gets based on how expensive they are and keeps that list as a guide for shopping next year

hits the rum and eggnog a little too hard and gets kinda weepy towards the end of the night

“y/n you’re the best gift I coulda ever asked for”

will deny it the next day though

Levi:

also would shake all of his presents (but very carefully in case there’s any figures in there yk)

is still awake early but not nearly as early as Mammon

weirdly thoughtful with his gifts??

like will get you something that the two of you can do together even tho it’s probably something he’s interested in lol

wants you to sit in his lap while you open presents and will whine if you try to move

“but y/n we have to spend the holidays together” “and that means I have to be touching you at all times??”

immediately retreats to his room after opening gifts so he can play with his new stuff

you try to get him to spend time with you but mans is hyper focused on his new game

so you just end up going to hang out with his brothers in the kitchen and get sloshed off of rum and eggnog

of course this ends with Levi being a whiny jealous brat until you give him special attention

Beel:

could care less about the presents tbh

if you wrap them too nicely tho he can and WILL try to eat them

lucifer def makes some kind of weird breakfast casserole for Christmas

and Beel only wakes up once he smells that cooking

even though he doesn’t really care about them he still gets you a gift

probably something really sweet too like candy

he uses the holidays as an excuse to eat absolutely everything in sight

but also wants you to try everything with him so he can spend time with you

will just be force feeding you bites of different fancy foods he bought specifically for Christmas

doesn’t matter if you say you’re full

“baby you just have to try this it’s so yummy”

there are no leftovers because he just eats them all once everyone is done

he carries you to bed when you inevitably fall into a food induced coma

cuddles you and rubs your tummy all night

Belphie

MATCHING PJS!!!

like he would get you them to unwrap on Christmas Eve so you guys could wake up all cute n matching on Christmas

he sleeps like the dead but he’s so excited that he’s actually up before you??

he gently shakes you awake even if he is really excited

would probably bring his blanket downstairs and wrap you guys in it while you sit on the couch together

he’s very sleepy and cuddly since he was up early so expect him to be resting his head on your shoulder/lap

would get you something you hadn’t even told him you wanted cause he just knows from your dreams or whatever

you’re really emotional about it too

once gifts/breakfast is done he’s back in his room to take a nap

you come with him tho even if you’re not tired and just lay your head on his chest

he manages to stay up pretty late for you

you guys just play board games with the family until it’s time to go to bed

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bucket-barnes · 3 months

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Memories: Calista Jane Hook

(It seems my inspiration always strikes during my classes- enjoy the completion to the memories trio I thought up during my finals)

CJ would be the first to admit that she didn’t really remember her mother, though she looked the most like her, she was the only one of her siblings to get their mother’s blonde hair and most facial features, but there’s one thing her siblings have that she doesn’t…the memories

CJ doesn’t remember how old she was when her mother died, just that she was young, her memories of that time are spotty. She remembered Harry sitting by their mother’s bedside and bringing her small little trinkets and talking to her, she remembered Harriet taking them to Ursula’s fish and chips and her yelling at the men who made fun of their father. There was really only one memory CJ had of her mother dying that was truly her’s, sometimes, her father would lift her up and sit her on her mother’s bed so CJ could cuddle with her, she’d always put her little head on her mother’s chest where she could hear the fluttering of her heart while her father ran his hand through her mother’s hair…she remembers liking those days. The day her mother passed, CJ was being held by Harriet who kept whispering to her that everything was gonna be ok while holding back her own tears…why was she crying? Why was their father crying? Why was Harry hugging him?

CJ was seven when she became her father’s shadow, or…at least whenever Harriet would let her know if their father was feeling good enough to be above deck. CJ was aware of her father’s alcoholism, she knew it made him angry, and when he was angry she had to stay in her room with Harry while Harriet dealt with him. CJ liked her dad on the days he didn’t drink, he’d sit above deck with her and tell her stories of all the adventures he went on, sometimes he’d teach her how to sail, though only while the Jolly Roger was anchored, her favorite days were when they’d go into town and her dad would take her to watch Gaston’s “duels without rules” something he didn’t do with her siblings, only her…it felt special

CJ was thirteen when she snuck into Auradon, she was honestly surprised they hadn’t found her yet, she was hiding in Freddie’s dorm room. She missed her siblings, she wondered about them a lot…not like she could do anything else. She’d think about Harriet, was she worried about her? Was she getting along with their dad alright? How was Harry? Were the voices getting too much? Was he even still alive!? When CJ found herself starting to spiral, she’d pull out the one thing she had from her mother, a little photo of her as baby in her mother’s arms. She’d run her finger over the photo and study it…she really did look like her

CJ never joined her father for a drink, she had rum once with Harry and she thought it was gross, so she just sat with her dad on the deck of the Jolly Roger and listen as he drunkenly rambled about everything in life that had done him wrong. It was a chill spring night, and CJ was sitting with her father, he had been a couple drinks in and had begun to cry, crying about his pain, the pain of losing his wife, the pain of his eldest daughter having to grow up too fast, the pain of his son hearing and seeing things that weren’t there…and the pain of his youngest daughter never truly knowing her mother. CJ didn’t want to see her father cry, so she scooted closer to him and put her head on his shoulder, he eventually wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him, she let her head fall onto his chest…she could hear his heartbeat, it reminded her of when she was little, with her mother, only his wasn’t a gentle flutter, but a low, sorrowful drum, echoing with a lifetime of loss

CJ fell asleep in her father’s arms that night, she may not have known her mother…but she got to know her father, maybe not who he wanted to be, but who he became.

#disney descendants #disney #descendants 3 #harry hook #harriet hook #cj hook #descendants 2 #ouat #killian jones #emma swan #descendants fandom #descendants fanfiction #hook siblings #captain hook

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fem-blade-adept · 1 year

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Ok I need to write down this metaphor because this is genius and no will ever ask me about this.

Dark Souls is like alcohol.

The first time you ever taste alcohol, it tastes terrible. Most people will start with Dark Souls 1, 2, or 3 and they try it and it burns as it goes down and it tastes terrible and you die 5, 6, 7 times on the first boss. They’re like “this is gross. Why would anyone drink this?” and some people will quit right away and say never again. And maybe it will sit on the shelf for a few months or years.

But then, there comes a day when there is nothing else to play or that curiosity strikes again. And you pull it back out. And you know what to expect this time. So you create a new character, you start all over and start working your way through again.

Then you get your first boss kill. And the high hits you and you get it. “Oh, so this is why people like this. So you keep going and going and going and you develop a need to finish the game.

The burn never goes away. It’s still there and you notice it every once in a while. You hit Manus or Artorias Ornstein/Smough or the Nameless King or Throne Watcher and Defender and that burning alcoholic feeling is hard to handle, but you press onward and before you know it, you’re hooked.

When you finally finish your first game, you realize that you really liked this game. So you try more. You move on to Dark Souls 2 and 3 or you try adding things to it like adding Coke to Rum (Sekiro or Elden ring) or you try different flavors entirely (Hollow Knight, Dead Cells, Hades) and you are absorbed in this games that make pleasure out of pain.

Now, some people swear off alcohol completely and that’s ok. It’s totally fine. Some people become toxic and rude drunks (those shitheads that think you have to play they game a certain way and think they’re superior because they play dark souls) or happy drunks (the people who run SL1 or B-Day suit runs) or party drunks (people who invade just to hang out with the people they’re invading), but nonetheless, there are more people pushing through that burning taste just to have a good time.

Eventually, you get a bartender book (build guides and lore videos) where you can experiment with different game experiences and different ways to enjoy the game and before you know it, you can’t put it down. Just remember, everything in modesty and that you should never take it so seriously that you develop a drinking problem.

Dark Souls games are fun once you figure out how to enjoy them properly.

#dark souls #dark souls 2 #dark souls 3 #sekiro #elden ring #hollow knight #dead cells #hades game #hyperfixation rant

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lady-ashfade · 2 years

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Ok so I heard your call for Five prompts…*cracks knuckles* here we go bc I love ur writing!

Prompt Numbers: 3, 5, 8, 11, 13-16, 18, 20, 21, 23, 30, 31, 37-40

With an Aged!up Five x Wanda Powers!reader, and also angst with a happy ending.

(Basically I’m in a “these two people claim to hate/want to kill each other but also always flirt with each other and get jealous/angsty when the other actually tries to date someone” mood)

I hope this makes sense and has decent grammar to it.

It’s 3:34am where I am lol.

Your curse.

Five Hargreaves x female reader.

Notes: Five is always aged up here, also this isn’t really angsty so I apologize. I could do all of the prompt but I did most of them, except 21, 14 and replaced one with 28. Also things get very spicy, it’s been a long time since I’ve wrote something like this so I’m a bit rusty.

Prompts: {3} “i would die for you”, {5} “I need you.”, {8} “you matter to me”, {11} “Stop ignoring me”, {13} “ If I didn't know any better I'd say you have feelings for me”, {15} “What do you see in them that I don’t have”, {16} “I can’t stand to see you with them”, {18} “Your eyes say kiss me, but your mouth says fuck you”, {20} “You’re cute when you’re angry”, {23} “Are you jealous?”, {28} “You’re so full of yourself”, {30} “As soon as you walk into a room my head hurts.”, {31} “Why are you bleeding?”, {37} “You’re to cute not to tease”, {38} “What? I’m just kissing you”, {39} “You’re mine”, {40} “Was that a moan”.

Warnings: Sexual themes, suggested intimacy, jealously. Also bad grammar and poor writing, this sucks but I kinda like it. This is almost smut.

Five didn’t like to dwell on emotions because it wasn’t sometime he had time for or wanted to show. He had a very thick wall up in his mind to keep anything from getting out which is way he was a jerk sometimes.

But you were something that got through so fast and he hated you for it, at first he didn’t understand it. Everyone time he looked at you he felt funny or the sound of your voice made him feel fuzzy, so he hated when you spoke.

Now he was truly sure how he felt, but this wasn’t a good time to come to terms with it. He was jealous to the point he threw a bottle of rum at the wall in frustration. You had gone out on a date with some guy you had just met.

He cared for you and it scared him so he pushed you away and you seemed to hate him too, but why wouldn’t you? After everything he’s said to you, he couldn’t blame you.

That was until he saw you from across his seat at the bar, soaking wet and had blood tripping down one of your legs. Panic set through him and he immediately ran to you.

“Why are you bleeding?” He sounded genuine but that slightly pissed you off more, thinking he was mocking you.

“Don’t patronize me five. I’m not in the mood.” you pushed passed him and walked towards the stairs.

“I’m not mocking you. You look horrible.” That made you break even after everything that had happened he just made you break, like he always did.

“For once can you get off my ass and fuck off, you’re always trying to bring me down. So don’t acted like you give a shit about me.” You pushed your finger into his chest.

“Whether or not you and me like it…I care for you.” he pushed your fingers aside. He really meant it as he stared back into your eyes hoping you would believe him.

“Bullshit.” the words came out of you mouth like venom as you turned around and walked away from him.

He watched you leave with a broken heart, he knew he wasn’t going to get to talk with you today. But he could make it up with you, get you to see how much he truly cared for you.

Until two days later you hadn’t even spared a glance at him, leaving the room every time he walk into the room. Not to mention you acted like he wasn’t even there.

He found out from Victor that you tripped on your way home, the guy you went on a date was actually nice but to quote your words “He wasn’t my type” so you walked home in the rain.

“Get them, Steve.” You shouted at the tv in your room, silk gown on while you ate chinese food.

“Stop ignoring me.” You jumped as the man you’ve been ignoring just blinked into your room.

“Five, what the hell? I could have been naked.” He groaned as he watched you set down your takeout.

“Then stop ignoring me.” His clinched his hands into fists and you put your hands up to your forehead.

“As soon as you walk into a room my head hurts.” You couldn’t take it anymore, these past couple of days just took it out of you.

You hated being alone, you didn’t feel loved…The man you loved didn’t like you back and hated you. So you tried to cover it up with someone else for years but you just couldn’t get him out of you head.

Five Hargreaves was like a curse.

Your curse.

“Please just leave me alone, I can’t take it anymore.” You turned away from him and swing your feet off the bed and stare down at the floor.

“No, you’re going to listen because I can’t take it anymore.” he raised his voice and he was clearly wasn’t going to let it go. So you just sat there quite and waited for him to speak.

“Tonight you looked great, amazingly actually and I…” he couldn’t finish just by watching you throw your head back in a laugh.

“Oh, what. Are you jealous.” You were pissed and hurt. That’s why you found it funny.

“Goddamnit, y/n. I need you.” He yelled and before you could reacted he was right in front of you.

“What do you see in them that I don't have? I’ve watched you go on so many dates, one right after the other and I can't stand to see you with them.” You looked up at him, your cheeks heating up. Was he confessing to you? It felt like some sort of game to you.

“Five, don’t do that.” You stood up and walked past him going to the bottles of wine on the dresser.

“Don’t walk away from me, y/n. I know you feel it too, you have too.” That made you chuckle again, of course you did but he had no right to bring it up.

“After everything you’ve said to me you want me to just forget about it?” You put the cup to your lips and looking out at the small view you got through the blinds.

“You matter to me.” He took ahold of your waist and spun you around, now he was inches away and still gripping ahold of your waist.

“You have a have a funny way of showing it, asshole.” he could tell by the smell of your breath you had been drinking before he walked in.

“Tell me, why haven’t you slapped me?” He asked while pulling you closer. “Or run away from my touch. If I didn't know any better I'd say you have feelings for me.” Your breath hitched as he leaned a bit closer.

“Eat shit, asshole. You’re so full of yourself.” Rolling your eyes you set the drink down. It was the only thing you could do because you still wanted to be in his arms.

“Your eyes scream kiss me, but your mouth says fuck you.” He smirked as he felt you tension up and your breath get heavier as he got closer.

“Five..” he was painfully close and you couldn’t control yourself. You didn’t want him to just hurt you again but god. He just felt so right.

“You’re too cute not to tease.” He went closer and you closed your eyes to kiss him but his lips never came. Opening your eyes to find him have a very cocky smirk and it broke your heart and pissed you off.

“Fuck you.” You broke free and your eyes grew red with emotions. “You can’t do that.” He still smirked as he watched you walk away.

You went to open the door but soon you where spun around again and pinned against it.

“Don’t be like that love. You’re cute when you’re angry, so I had to.” He crashed his lips onto yours passionately, and rough.

He still held your waist against the door as kissed you. He couldn’t control himself, all that sexual tension and feelings just made him feral, not that you were complaining.

“You’re mine.” He growled and he sounded like he was angry and the pulling of your bottom lip between his teeth made you know he was.

You had no option but you agree with him, he was definitely possessive. Five smirked and every sparkle in his eyes darkened because was fueled by your submission.

He let your lip go and moved down into your neck, you pushed your body forward and his nails digs into your skin. Five started to lay kisses on your neck and you couldn’t hold back you’re voice any more because everything he was going made you go weak.

“Was that a moan?” You could feel his smirk and the proud and amusement in his voice. Feeling embarrassed, heat shot through your whole body. Being as powerful as you are and he still could just do this to you with ease.

“What? I’m just kissing you.” He whispered close to your ear making you shiver as his hot breath hit your skin.

You gripped onto his suit jacket and pulled it off of him, decided to take some charge back you pushed off the wall and made him walk back onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asked in amazement watching you try and take charge, it was adorable so he’ll let you have your fun.

You smirked and pushed him onto the bed and he fell back. You used your hands and made symbols with your magic and shot then at the wall.

“Now we can’t get a noise complaint.” You chuckled and stood before him in all glory, having him look up at you made you feel powerful.

“I would die for you.” He found his way up your legs and back to your waist.

“Five, you matter to me. So you’re not getting a chance to.” You put both of your legs on each side of him as he pulled you into his lap.

“I forgot to mention..” he trailed off and you felt him wrap his arms all the way around you then your weight shifted. Now you were on your back and him above you.

“I’m always on top” And with that his lips were back onto yours.

Help- I almost went to far- you have ideas how much I had to hold back. For so reasons my write gets shitty at times so if you don’t like is I really apologize because I tried.

#five hargreaves x reader #five hargreaves x y/n #five hargreaves x you #five hargreaves #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #five Hargreaves x fem!reader

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 15 days

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Ok, Dungeons and Dragons au because I can. And because a mutual asked for their main stats and now im thinking thoughts. They've all got the pirate background unless stated otherwise. I'm also only going to give Buttons a race but I imagine that porting them into D&D would make them elves and halflings and the like.

So there's like a few parties going on here. There's Ed's original Adventuring party which has since split up:

Ed: Warlock, fathomless pact, pirate background, Level 17, Str: 11 Dex: 14 Con: 15 Int: 20 Wis: 19 Cha: 20; strong focus in illusion spells, his patron, the Kraken has protected him at pivotal moments but overall their relationship is antagonistic.

Jack: Rogue, Swashbuckler archetype, level 17, Str: 13 Dex: 17 Con: 18 Int: 8 Wis: 15 Cha: 20, Whip is his main weapon and he's not like other swashbucklers tm

Anne: Rogue, Assassin archetype, Noble background (fight me about it), level 17, Str: 8; Dex: 20; Con: 14; Int: 14; Wis: 12; Cha: 17

Mary: Fighter, Champion because it's the best one, Level 17, Str: 20, Dex: 13, Con: 16, Int: 12, Wis: 15, Cha: 9

Fang: Ranger, Beastmaster archetype (I'm sorry from the perspective that it is the worst ranger subclass but yay puppy), Level 17, Str: 20, Dex: 11, Con: 15, Int: 13, Wis: 20, Cha: 13, used to have a dog but it died and it was Eds fault that it died. Now his animal companion is a goat. The goat drinks rum.

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And then there's the revenge crew who is yet another group, they used standard array and get a racial +2/+1 for my convenience:

Jim: Rogue, Assassin archetype, probably some homebrew raised in a cult background that I can't believe they haven't put out yet, or maybe haunted one but that seems wrong, Level 5, Str: 8; Dex: 17; Con: 14; Int: 13; Wis: 13; Cha: 10.

Olu: Paladin, oath of devotion, pirate also seems wrong for him but idk; Level 5: Str: 14; Dex: 10; Con: 13; Int: 11; Wis: 12; Cha: 15, the oath is of devotion to his family which is Jim xoxo.

Lucius: Eloquence Bard, guild artisan background which lists scribes; Level 5; Str: 8; Dex: 12; Con: 10; Int: 15; Wis: 13; Cha: 17

Pete: Fighter, not sure what subclass open to suggestions, Level 5; Str: 16; Dex: 13; Con: 16; Int: 12; Wis: 10; Cha: 8

Frenchie: Artificer (I feel like a homebrew subclass or alchemist), Entertainer background, Level 5; Str: 8; Dex: 10; Con: 12; Int: 17; Wis: 13; Cha: 15

Wee John: Eldritch Knight fighter, level 5; Str: 17; Dex: 8; Con: 12; Int: 14; Wis: 10; Cha: 14; The DM is letting him take a bunch of evocation spells because the base rules for this subclass are dumb as fuck (i know the spells are school locked i just dont remember to which two schools) he will be able to cast fire ball by 13th level. Let Eldritch Knight and Arcane trickster take whatever spells they want 2k24 rogues don't need to be more invisible they do need to be able to cast identify.

Roach: life cleric, level 5; Str: 8; Dex: 13; Con: 15; Int: 12; Wis: 17; Cha: 10; his god is a homebrew deity who is the patron of all things that refuse to die and its holiest creature is the humble cockroach and once they entered the temple and the dm pulled up a gospel cover of I'm a Survivor by destiny's child for background music.

Buttons: Druid, Circle of the Moon, Hermit Background, Hexblood lineage, level 5; Str: 12; Dex: 11; Con: 14; Int: 13; Wis: 17; Cha: 8

Swede: Bard, College of Glamor (mostly because I'm still not convinced his name wasn't stolen by the fey), level 5; Str: 13; Dex: 12; Con: 16; Int: 8; Wis: 10; Cha: 16

Archie: Barbarian, zealot, same background as Jim but a different cult, level (whatever they're at by season 2); Str: 14; Dex: 13; Con: 17; Int: 8; Wis: 10; Cha: 13 (plus an ASI presumably which would go into strength); Archie and Ivan have the same Player that's why Ivan died. Very sad. Oh well there's other fighters.

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Miscellaneous

Zheng: Bard, College of Eloquence or College of swords, Level 17; Str: 9; Dex: 20; Con: 14; Int: 17; Wis: 12; Cha: 20; alternatively? Hexblade Warlock (to parallel Ed) and Auntie is the sword. Same stats if true

Spanish Jackie: Mastermind Rogue, criminal background (it's like a pirate background but less boat oriented), Level 15; Str: 10; Dex: 18; Con: 13; Int: 20; Wis: 15; Cha: 18; retired adventurer who owns a bar that the party doesn't find out has levels until they fuck around and find out in her bar

Ivan: Fighter, Champion, Level 10; Str: 19; Dex: 10; Con: 16; Int: 10; Wis: 12; Cha: 13; player got board of playing a fighter and didn't really flesh him out :(

Izzy: Fighter, Champion, Soldier background (no water vehicle proficiency), Level 3 (he has not leveled up in 8 years, very sad); Str: 15 ; Dex: 14 ; Con: 6; Int: 8; Wis: 5; Cha: 6; I actually rolled this one up. 3d6 no rerolls, no dice box, and if it falls on the floor it's a one. Believe it or not this is after the +2/+1 to any stat. Anyway I'm an Izzy apologist now. Yes he did awful things but truly how can we blame the little guy when his charisma modifier is a -2 and his wisdom modifier is a -3. He had no idea what was going on and he couldn't talk his way out of a wet paper bag.

Stede: Barbarian, path of wild magic, Noble background, level 2 (wow, he's only been adventuring for a few weeks and he's already leveled up!); Str: 17; Dex: 8; Con: 15; Int: 16; Wis: 11; Cha: 10; I also rolled this stat array but this time 4d6 drop lowest. Also he's taking the lucky feat as his first feat. Whether that's at level one because he's human or at level 4 because he's something else is up to interpretation.

#long post #ofmd #our flag means death #dungeons and dragons #anyway very pathetic of all these high level characters to be beefing with Stede

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