#let the girs being dark

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In this house, we support mentally unstable women who’ve been shamed for not fitting into traditional standards of femininity, who’ve had enough of the oppressive society that treated them like spoiled brats just for not keeping it together, and who’ve decided to say screw it all and give in to their rage and violence, doing whatever it takes to get revenge or rise above those who dragged them through the mud.

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The Gods We Can Touch

Chapter One: My Dream

|Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Reader|

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Summary: The older twin of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, you were a picture of the maiden, untouched and untainted by man's sins. At least, that was what Alicent Hightower believed when she held you in her arms moments after her old friend's labors. You were her shining light, her dream. Though you were never hers, she believed you were meant to be.

What will become of you as time passes and the Queen's shining light grows within the blackened darkness? Will her eldest son's morbid fascination with the light burn the realm? Or will her second son's obsession with the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen change the course of the Seven Kingdoms as we know it?

Author's Note: Let's celebrate the first episode of season 2 with a new story! I'm publishing this before the show airs, so let's say a tentative prayer in case the first episode is Blood & Cheese. Thank you for reading! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

Chapter Warnings: sexism (it's a patriarchal feudalistic society), brief descriptions of childbirth and death related to it, Alicent being delulu.

When Viserys Targaryen's wife, Aemma of House Arryn, had failed pregnancy after failed pregnancy, a girl was a welcomed result. It proved not only to Aemma herself and her King Husband that she could produce a child but to the realm that there was hope for a son, a much-preferred result.

“My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?” - Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin

If a daughter were to be born seconds before a brother, it did not matter. He was the heir. If she was born decades before a boy, it did not matter. He was the heir. Or so the realm believed until the reign of Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Son of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, Grandson to the Old King Jaehaerys.

Queen Consort Aemma Arryn died in pursuit of something she could not control, screaming, wailing, begging her husband not to cut her open, but he did not listen, for the birth of a son was more important than the life of a woman.

The infant Baelon Targaryen died a day later, leaving King Viserys a widower with only a daughter with the same fair skin and hair as the woman he murdered. The woman who laid slain on her birthing bed, bright blue irises now glassy, blood pooling from her womb, was given a Targaryen funeral along with the Heir for a Day, as her good brother called him, her last surviving child whispering, “dragon fire” through tears, with the encouragement of the same man who lusted after her and the throne.

The result of a mother’s and son’s death gave way to grief and anger. Viserys, blinded by the insults levied against his dead child, broke centuries of tradition and named Westeros’ first female heir Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Daemon Targaryen was furious at the abuse of being cast aside for a girl of ten and four and took to Dragonstone, the rightful seat of the Iron Throne's successor, with his whore, Lady Misery, an enslaved Lysene sold into the sex trade that became the Prince's favorite mistress.

Daemon did not hate his niece. He loved his family far more than anyone believed, so he surrendered when the Realm's Delight flew on her dragon to confront her uncle.

Less than a year later, not nearly long enough to mourn the death of two people, Viserys Targaryen married Alicent of House Hightower, daughter of the Hand and dearest friend to his daughter. The King saw the union as an act of fortunate duty and desire instead of love. On that much, the young Alicent Hightower could agree. Perhaps, he thought, it was a way to ensure his daughter would always have her closest Lady around, but Viserys was a fool . He could not see past his blinding grief and selfish lust that he tore the two girls apart.

Rhaenyra Targaryen's mother was a girl her age, a girl she longed to have to accompany her on Syrax, explore the East, and eat cake, but that was never meant to be. The Gods provided as quickly as they took, and her lifelong confidant viewed her with such hate and distaste that Rhaenyra soon began to consider her the same.

“Stepdaughter,” Alicent called her at the Princess's wedding feast to Ser Laenor of House Velaryon. Her voice laced with enough venom, and her dress so green you would mistake her for a snake. This gave Rhaenyra a sickening feeling in her gut, which soon hardened into one of cool indifference.

And that was how they lived.

Silent and icy indifference as Queen Alicent walked through the Targaryen halls of the Red Keep in Hightower Green, birthing the King his first surviving sons and second daughter.

However, there was a moment of repreave in the Queen's and the Princess's glacial flippancy when her forgotten ally fell pregnant for the first time.

Alicent could not help herself from caring for her old friend during her first pregnancy. She quickly fell back into the role of her Lady, supplying Rhaenyra with food, oils, clothing, and occasionally companionship during the quarrelsome nine moons.

The Queen had almost found it within her heart to forgive Rhaenyra for her lies and false swearing beneath the Heart Tree all those years ago, and she did until the labors when she saw the brown tuft of hair atop a young babe's head.

At the time, Alicent did not have a moment to contemplate what that meant before her friend screamed, holding on so tightly to her hand that she thought it might break as the rest of the infant emerged. The babe's face was so purple and cord wrapped around their neck that Alicent nearly cried, fearing life had repeated itself. The nursemaids quickly cut the blue and pink veiny line that connected the child to its mother, turning the babe upside down and spanking it on the back until its cries rang out throughout Maegor’s Holdfast.

A girl.

There, screaming and curling their once lifeless fist, were you , the firstborn child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, only by a mere moment, finally breathing and wailing as they swaddled you in an embroidered black and red cloth, a boy soon following.

“What shall you name them, your highness?” the eldest midwife asked, nearly as out of air as Rhaenyra.

“We…” the princess breathed heavily, positioning herself in the birthing chair. “We had only thought of a boy with the help of Lord Corlys. Jacaerys,” she panted, her cheeks tinged pink, either from exertion or embarrassment from being so thoughtless. Alicent did not know.

The nurse holding Rhaenyra’s son passed him to her, all eyes lingering on that same flattened-down dark hair. “Shall we wait for the Prince, your highness?” another question, holding the unnamed girl.

“I think,” Rhaenyra groans, shifting her weight to account for the new one, “we shall be waiting for a while should my husband suddenly return from his travels.” She glanced at Alicent, watching her once closest friend pick at the skin of her nails. She grinned, a brilliant idea coming to mind as she ordered the maid to give her daughter to the Queen. 

Alicent's doe eyes widened as she accepted. She peered down at the tiny bundle before her, still crying, purple face now a deep red and full of life. The Queen did not know what came over her as she leaned, bringing the child’s blotchy forehead to her lips, inhaling the unique scent only a newborn has. She noticed the muscles around where the babe's brows should be twitching, opening her eyes to reveal a mirror of Alicent’s own looking at her.

The Queen forgot for a moment that she was not her own and that she should be alarmed that the child's eyes bore no resemblance to their parents. Yet the Queen continued to smile down at the small fidgeting bundle in her grasp, her arms wiggling themselves out of their confines to clench and unclench. The cries now became softer but still there. Sounds that used to cause Alicent great distress now soothe her uneasy soul like a salve to a wound. 

“What shall we call her, my Queen?” Rhaenyra questioned, a crooked smile on her face as Alicent broke from her revere. Her plush lips parted in surprise, looking as if a deer caught grazing alone in a field.

The Queen appeared bewildered, unprepared for such a monumental task; all faces turned to her. “I… I am unsure, Princess. I did not come prepared for such an honor.”

Rhaenyra kept the same lopsided grin on her lips, showing the tips of her white teeth. “Tis all mine. It's an honor to have the Queen Consort of the Seven Kingdoms name my first born daughter.”

“An honor I accept gladly,” Alicent rushed, worried that her refusal would shatter their peace.

She paused, pursing her lips in thought. Despite having three and another on the way, she had never named a child. Helaena was the closest she had ever gotten, a familiar name within the Reach but made to fit the traditional Targaryen spelling. Alicent would have something to herself, one tiny sliver of something that belonged to her, and she was unsure what to do with it. She was confident that Rhaenyra would be content with any name she chose, but she wanted it to be unique, to mean something more than just a word.

Alicent thought of her mother then—her darling mother, whom she barely had a chance to spend life with before a fever took her. A mother that her father said she looked like an extension of, and suddenly, only one name felt right.

The Queen was constantly conflicted about every choice she made, every move. From the food she ate to the clothes she wore, Alicent always worried herself over it, wondering if she had made the correct decision, but in this, she was sure. No man, woman, or God could sway her from this choice. It was right. The Queen could feel it in the marrow of her bones that it was so.

“Aelora.”

Aelora, my light.

The King came bursting moments later, a servant dressed in a crimson gown, white apron, and cap standing anxiously beside him. He immediately went straight into the room, brushing past his wife in favor of his daughter. Alicent felt a sour taste in her mouth at the notion, pulling the quiet lump tighter to her chest.

“A boy and a girl!” Viserys excitedly hollered, Rhaenyra passing Jacaerys to him. Anxiousness settled over the birthing chamber, the midwives and maids observing with worrisome eyes at the head of brown hair. “ Ah! And I see they have inherited my favorite cousin's hair.”

He held the newborn with a reverence Alicent had never seen with her own, and she stepped back into the shadows of the onlookers. She peered down, catching the babe's eyes shut and face slack, still with the fresh scent of birth. She brought you to her forehead again as she took in this brief moment of joy, nose nuzzling the infant’s as she grunted at the intrusion.

“Aelora, the Gods’ Light. My shining light,” she whispered so softly against the babe's satin-smooth skin that it drifted into the air like dust, lost in the wind. 

“Oh, and her eyes, too!” Viserys beamed, hoisting Jacaerys into the air as the wetnurses squealed in terror. “She will make a fine queen one day, and should the Gods allow it, you, a king.” Rhaenyra laughed at her father's antics, already planning the children’s marriage. She was too high on the feeling of birthing not one but two healthy babes, a boy and a girl, no less to care. Alicent's amber eyes flicked to her husband and then to your plump face, a frown pulling her lips.

Aegon had come quickly and without fuss. Though Alicent was merely a girl of ten and six when it happened, the moments leading up to it frightened her thoroughly. She worried her nails down to the quick, the pink fleshy beds exposed and bleeding whenever she would use too harsh of a grip.

She knew of what happened to Aemma Arryn, that the babe was stuck and couldn't turn to leave the womb, at least to the Maester’s belief. He gave the King a choice, not the woman who was writhing in pain as her body contracted, to either let the process play out with the chance that the child and his wife could perish or have him slice her open from hip to hip, dig through her guts and blood to pry the child out. Aemma Arryn had no voice in the matter from what she heard from the midwives, as her husband allowed a man to pull Prince Baelon straight from her womb.

Alicent did not want to face the same fate and prayed to the Mother day after day, night after night, until her knees were yellow and blue, and even then, she continued her efforts. She was alone in all this, with no one to confide in. Her father had told her to do her duty when she expressed concern. He assured her the King would allow no such thing if she did everything correctly. He offered no comfort, and Alicent longed for her dearest Princess. Her prayers were answered when that fateful day came, and the labors lasted no more than an hour.

She birthed a healthy boy with blonde hair and purple eyes, but even then, Viserys did not act the way he was now with Rhaenyra's children. A means to end all the uncertainty of an heir, her father said in words of solace. She hadn't understood what he meant then. Rhaenyra was the heir, crowned Princess of Dragonstone, and Lords swore allegiance to her across the realm. To Alicent, there was no uncertainty until there was.

Until Otto Hightower planted the rot that festered and spread in her mind that the girl she grew up alongside, the girl she spent so many days and nights with, the girl that had said she would forget her duty and fly off across the world eating nothing but cake with her friend by her side, would murder Alicent's children so they could not depose her reign.

She did not believe Rhaenyra was capable of cruelty, but then again, she had once considered her incapable of lying to her and was proven wrong.

She began to fuss as if the infant in her embrace could sense the Queen's unrest. Her delicate little face scrunched up as Alicent bounced her softly, cooing soothingly. She smiled despite her unpleasantness within, unfazed by the sudden outburst, unlike when Helaena had her fits as a child. Her daughter would have to meet her niece and nephew, along with Aegon. Aemond was too young. She wouldn't be able to keep a close eye on him.

Though he was half the size of Aegon when he was born, he had grown twice as fierce. At barely three years old, his nursemaids had to ceaselessly follow the moonlight-haired boy less than a step away lest he jump down a flight of stairs just to see if he could. Once, when Alicent dismissed the servants from Aemond's chambers as he readied for bed, she turned her back on him for a singular blink, and he opened his balcony doors and climbed over the railing to get a better view of the night sky. Alicent remembered how he kicked and screamed as she yanked him from the ledge, saying words and phrases she never knew, even at the age she was now.

“My Queen,” the wetnurse called like she had repeated herself as Alicent looked at the girl. “The young Princess needs her first feeding.” The woman held out her arms for her to hand over the fussing bundle, a calm but concerned expression on her face.

Alicent refused, curling her limbs as the babe squirmed, her cries becoming ear-piercing screams. She knew the child needed to eat but could not force her body to release the girl. It was as if her very bones denied the movement that was not keeping the hungry infant close to her. The fleeting thought that Alicent could feed the girl herself crossed her mind, but she shook it away, realizing the ludacrisy of it. It was improper for a woman of nobility to nurse their child. That's what the maids were for, the Queen told herself.

The wetnurse peered at her curiously, walking a pace closer, but Alicent stepped back as if she attempted to harm her. “The King has not held her yet,” she protested, looking towards her King-Husband in an attempt to prolong her time.

“All is well, Alicent. What kind of King refuses to let their babe grandchild eat?” he jested, tilting his head to the side playfully and exposing a gaping smile. It made Alicent want to vomit.

When she doesn't move to listen, the Queen stared at her husband like her silence could serve as a rejection of his words. Viserys sighed as Rhaenyra watched with piqued interest, wordlessly handing Jacaerys to another maid.

“Alicent, give her the child.”

She hesitated again, her brown eyes flickering to Rhaenyra when she did not offer for Alicent to stay while the maids worked. Once again, she mused bitterly, watching the infant intently as she relented. I give my dream away to you. A dream that was never indeed mine.

The Queen bowed to the Princess, congratulating her on the success as she took her leave, hand splaying over the swollen stomach of her emerald green gown. It felt too tight, the once smooth fabric now itching at her skin, the fine hairs on her arms catching between the threads.

How stupid she was to believe in Rhaenyra’s kindness. She felt like a girl again, the same girl who stood beneath the Weirwood, listening to her friend swear on her mother’s memory that she had not lain with a man, only to find out there was moontea delivered to her chambers.

A sudden kick was sent to the Queen's abdomen, halting her brisk pace as she doubled over within the pale redstone hall. Ser Criston Cole arrived moments later, helping her rise to her feet. She soothed the afflicted area with her palm, no doubt the cause being her own making. Despite the growing life inside of her, the Queen has now done it four times. Alicent believed the moment she laid her wide amber eyes on yours was the closest she had ever felt to being whole with someone in her life. It’s as if the child's very being was now a part of her, and every moment she was away, it felt as if she was missing a piece of her soul.

Rhaenyra flaunts and does as she pleases, lies, and tricks all she pleases. It made Alicent furious with a rage she had not felt for nearly a decade. Aelora will not become like her mother. The Green Queen will not allow it, even if she has to twist and shape the clay of Aelora's mind into something of her own. Aelora is her dream. She is the Gods' shining light, and Alicent will be damned if she allows Rhaenyra to blacken her glow.

Septon Eustace's Recount of Princess Aelora I Targaryen's Early Life

The young Velaryon princess, later taking her mother’s namesake, grew into a spritely and mischievous child, playing jests on her Septa and Prince Aemond with the aid of her brothers and the eldest of the Queen’s children, Prince Aegon. She did not develop into a traditional Targaryen beauty with blonde hair and violet eyes; instead, she had a golden chestnut crown with eyes to match. Many said she resembled Queen Alicent, though if anyone made the error of voicing it, they faced Princess Rhaenyra’s wrath.

Though her features were plain by Targaryen standards, the realm rejoiced in her beauty. Lords and ladies commissioned portraits of her countenance throughout the kingdom, proudly displaying a halcyon halo of red rubies adorning the top of her divine facade. The common folk coined the name “The Gods' Light” for the sweet girl. A glimpse of her was as close as one would get to the Maiden, and they cherished it whenever Princess Rhaenyra's faction made rare journeys to the Grand Sept.

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I'm excited to write for my favorite war criminal, Visenya Incarnate, Aemond Targaryen. I'm just super happy to write Aemond smut! I'm also taking a different approach to this story because it will solely be based on the show (to the best of my ability), not the book, and will be released with the same progression. It will have accounts of the reader's life through the eyes of the Maester's. Of course, there will be some cannon divergence and whatnot, considering we're introducing a new character into the fray. This fic will also be a lot darker than what I've written in the past, including content such as childhood sexual assault and the after-effects of it, self-harm, depression, suicide, and unhealthy sibling dynamics/relationships.

This story is told from the second person's perspective. The reader only has a name for the sake of a title and the description of Strong features.

Y'all have no idea how fulfilling writing has been for me. It's given me purpose when I've felt like I had none. It's helped my mental health by giving me an outlet for self-expression and a good source of distraction from all the worries I have in life. I wish I could get paid for this!

I hope y'all will enjoy the story as much as I will writing it, and of course, thank you so much for taking the time to read this. You genuinely have no idea how much your support means to me, but I will continue to express it in the best way I know how. ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

Ps. Alicent's mom's name is unknown in the show and the book, so I'm creating a name that combines my original idea with traditional Targaryen spelling.

Pronunciation: Uh-lore-uh, Ae-lore-uh

Origin: Latin

Meaning: dream, dreamer, shining light.

Biblical Meaning: God is light, God's light.

Tagged Peeps: @millies0bsimp, @britt-mf

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Candy

(Fem!Reader x Poly!Samo)🔞

tw: Dom!Samo, Sub!Reader, Club/Stripper!AU, Dancer!Samo, Slight CnC, Drunk sex, Threesome, Food play, Exhibitionism, Shy!Reader, “Unexperienced" Reader, Fingering, Body worship, Mentions of liquids or spit of some sort, Backstage sex (REPOST FROM MY WATTPAD!!!!)

a/n: this is an old chapter i’ve decided to repost, im sorry if the writing style is off.

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—"Come on, Y/N, stop being such a sore loser!"

Nayeon mocked as she gave you a light shove on your shoulder. Jihyo looking at you with furrowed eyebrows as she crossed her arms.

—"All you do is play games at home, go out with us for once!!"

Your roommates complained, they were usually party people, often out drinking or clubbing; you on the other hand were completely opposite.

You preferred to stay in, sure you liked to go out from time to time and have fun, but you didn't see the need to do it all the time, you'd rather stay home and have your alone time.

Though the nagging was getting on your nerves, and you knew it wasnt gonna end any time soon, so you gave in.

—"Alright, Alright.."

You groaned, standing up from bed, running a hand through your messy bed hair.

Before you know it, the girls pulled you into your vanity for a "makeover".

Nayeon did your makeup, while Jihyo chose a proper outfit for you, and in a matter of seconds, you were fully dolled up.

They both checked you out, smirking a bit.

—"Not bad, Y/N.. you should thank us."

Jihyo remarked in a slightly cocky tone.

You looked in a mirror and was a bit taken aback from your appearance, you were wearing a short, dark red bodycon dress, topping it off with black heels and a leather jacket, and your makeup was dark yet femenine; it was obvious you were gonna catch some looks in the club.

—"Oh wow,"

You mumble as you stared brainlessly at the mirror,

—"Yeahh, yeahh.. we know, you look stunning."

Nayeon said in a bit of a sultry voice, creeping up behind you and hugging you, hands on your waist and squeezing your sides, she smiled as she leaned on your shoulder.

—"Let's get going."

Jihyo replied as she dragged you both into the car, drifting away to the club.

The club was packed when you got there, visible for a weekend, you let out a shaky sigh as Nayeon held onto your arm and led you to the club, showing your ID to the bouncer as you finally reached inside.

After a while, you lost the girls, they had downed so many drinks down your system that your head was pounding and everything felt like a slight blur.

You stumbled around trying to find them until you bumped into two girls, groaning as you fell hard on your bottom.

—"Fuck, i'm sorry."

You rubbed yourself softly before looking up, jaw falling open and eyes widening at the sight.

There hovered two dancers, you'd been observing their entire performance before and having them this close felt surreal.

—"Wow... i mean, sorry, did i say that out loud?"

You stammered, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment,

The dancer with black hair and bangs stared at you with amusement, the latter next to her giggling a bit and reaching her hand out to you.

You finally realized you'd been on the floor the whole time, taking her gentle hand and standing up.

—"I-i'm really sorry about that."

—"It's okay honey."

The girl with bangs replied, eyeing the girl next to her, it was like they were communicating with just eye contact.

—"Say, you seem nice.. you alone? how about a drink with us."

—"No I' should get going to my frie—"

—"Whatever, come on let's go."

The two well dressed dancers grabbed you and pulled you into their own backstage room, you passed by bouncers, dancers and even pimps flirting with girls.

As you crashed on the couch, the girls began pouring pure alcohol.

—"Loosen up, sweetheart, let's have some drinks, no?"

The brown haired girl handed you a shot, your hand a bit shaky as you took it gently.

—"I'm Sana by the way, and my little companion there is Momo."

She said as she pointed at the cold looking girl with bangs mixing up the drinks, you weren't gonna lie, her presence was scary.

—"And you are?.."

—"Y/N."

You replied quick, bringing a pillow to your lap, covering your revealing outfit.

—"Great, Y/N! Well.. how about we play some drinking games, loosen up a bit. hm?"

Sana appealed as Momo quietly brought over the multiple shot glasses and cups.

—"Alright.."

You blurted awkwardly as you began playing.

—"Okay, the games pretty simple, we'll flip a coin and the player has to guess if it's head or tails, whoever loses has to be given a shot by their opponent, alright?"

Sana inquired, eyes staring at you with a slight glint; you nodded.

—"Alright! I'll do it with my dear Momo so you'll visualize the game a bit better."

Sana smiled, scooting over to Momo who was staring at you both with an unreadable expression.

Sana pulled out a coin and flipped it, covering it with her hand after taking a peek.

—"Alright Momoring, heads or tails?"

Sana said in a cheeky tone, a mischievous smile plastered on her face.

There was a moment of silence as Momo thinked, the bass of the music outside the backstage only being heard.

—"Tails."

Momo replied, smirking softly as she read Sana's face for a response.

—"Dangit!"

Sana groaned softly, a pout evident on her face.

Momo chuckled as she stood up and picked up a shot glass, pushing Sana down gently on the couch next to you, her eyes darkened and dominant, she lifted Sana's chin up and forced her mouth open, pouring the shot glass into the latter's mouth.

The sight brought a feeling to your stomach, you didn't know if it was Momo's hand placement and her cocky smirk as she hovered and poured the alcohol down Sana's mouth; or if it was Sana's beady eyes, staring up at Momo as the intoxicating liquids fell in her mouth, plump lips shining as a bit of the liquid dropped down her chin.

Sana swallowed and knocked you out of your trance by speaking up.

—"Alright, you see? nice and simple! Now it's Momo's turn."

She smiled as if she wasn't looking up at her friend needily just seconds ago.

—"U-uhmm.."

—"Alright, Y/N, heads or tails?"

Momo bluntly interrupted, arms crossed as she looked down at you, a competitive smile on her face.

—"Heads?"

Momo nodded, flipping the coin swiftly and taking a look at it, she giggled before exchanging a look with Sana.

—"Wrong!"

She began approaching you even more, shot glass in her hand, but this time it was different, Sana began slithering over to your direction too.

They both had test tube shot glasses in their hands, as they got closer, both Sana and Momo straddled each of your thighs, practically pinning you down as Momo forced your mouth open.

—"Spice things up a bit, no?"

They both put the tubes in their mouth, leaning in, lips practically brushing as she both passed the liquid into your system.

—"Fuck.."

You groaned as you swallowed, the alcohol burning your throat.

—"We're gonna have a lot of fun with you."

They said in unison.

Hours passed and you played even more games, though for some reason you kept losing and drinking more and more, over and over again.

—"You lose again, Y/N"

Sana said in a teasing tone, straddling your lap as Momo handed her another shot glass, a lollipop inside the glass, adding a sweet cherry flavor to the alcohol.

—"A-again... thiss iss unfair—ugh..."

You slurred over your words, you were drunk out of your fucking mind from the amount of drinks the girls had made you take, and the amount of times you lost.

—"Shh, i know, i know, princess, just take it."

Sana glided her thumb across your lips, parting them open, taking out the lollipop, taping out the excess liquid from it before making you suck on it.

—"Fuck.."

She cursed under her breath before pouring the alcohol into your mouth, the cherry liquid dripping from your lips down your chin.

Sana couldn't resist any longer, glueing her mouth onto your bottom lips, sucking and licking up the spilling liquids.

You hummed against her lips, too drunk out of your mind to even acknowledge what was happening.

Your kisses began getting sloppy, small moans escaping your lips as Sana toyed with your chest, Momo slowly creeping behind.

—"Took you fucking long enough, how about we take this off?"

Momo laid behind you, hands massaging your shoulders and kissing your neck while Sana went to work on your lips and chest.

—"I could practically rip this dress off you, babygirl, but you look so pretty, want you to wear it for us next time you come see us."

Momo whispered in your ear, kissing your earlobe before biting it gently.

Sana began lifting up your short dress up to your hips, your arousal evident in your lacy underwear.

—"Fuck, you're soaked."

Sana bit her lip at the sight, collecting your wetness with her finger before tasting your arousal, eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as she tasted you

—"Gosh, fuck.. were gonna make a mess of you, make such a big fucking mess of you, princess"

Sana rubbed you through your underwear, teasing your slit and occasionally pressing down on your clit, while Momo payed attention to your neck and tits.

You threw your head back in ecstasy, leaning back onto Momo as Sana finally took off your underwear.

—"Such a pretty fucking pussy, just for us, right?"

You nodded, body barely conscious as they had their way with you, Sana's fingers now knuckle deep inside you.

You whined weakly, the feeling was so good yet you felt so flimsy and tired to even form basic words.

—"Gosh, been fucking eyeing you since you walked into this club. Yknow, this whole fucking thing was rigged, yeah? Just wanted you all nice and intoxicated so we could fuck till you're unconscious."

Momo whispered in your ear, her hands shoved down your dress as she toyed and played with your nipples.

The stimulation was overwhelming, you threw your head back further in search for Momo's alcohol stained lips, your lipstick was smudged and you had hickey marks all over, mascara running slightly on your cheeks.

—"You like this, no? getting used by pretty girls like us, hm?"

Sana interrupted, as you were about to speak up, you were cut off short by Momo's fingers rubbing on your clit, one hand still kneading and groping your breast.

Those loud noises were also cut short though by Momo's slightly large hands covering your mouth, suppressing any noise coming out from you.

—"Be fucking quiet, gosh.. you need it so badly don't you? it's pathetic."

You squeezed Momo's thigh as you felt yourself coming closer to the edge, your inner walls clenching on Sana's curled fingers, they knew you were near.

—"Gonna cum, baby?"

Sana said in a tone laced with a facade of pity, she twisted and curled her fingers even deeper, hitting your G-spot, the feeling backing you arch your back.

—"So pathetic, you naughty fucking girl, i bet it turns you on when i watch you get fucked by my co-worker, hm?"

Momo bit your neck, one hand still on your mouth as the other rubbed your clit even faster.

—"Come on baby, cum for us, you've been so fucking good."

As those words left Momo's mouth, you practically came undone, your juices coating both Momo and Sana's fingers, body falling limp against Momo, she gently held you and rested your weak body on a pillow.

—"Shhh, it's okay.. it's okay."

Momo soothed you into a passed out state, the alcohol in your system being too much.

While you were out, the girls tasted your juiced on their fingers and groaned in unison.

—"Fuck, we might need you to visit more often."

[ghostorbz]

Everyone say hi to my

obnoxiously long ZADR analysis!!!

I've said it time and time again, these two have a deep and complex relationship that most people just write off as "just enemies" when they really aren't!! It's kinda irritating,,, so I wanna analyze how they act and treat each other (though a zadr lens) Because to me it's pretty obvious they deeply care about the other. I'll go over multiple episodes, the movie, unfinished episodes, as well as the pilot and comics and try to explain their relationship. Though some episodes (and many comic issues) will go unexplained if they center only around one of the two, around a different character. or if I just really don't have much to say.

1. The nightmare begins

The first time these two meet is in the first episode when Zim enrolls in skool. Dibs first reaction is staring and pointing at Zim looking crazy. Explaining to the other kids how he's an alien. Ending off the argument by giving the other a stare. After class Dib immediately confronts Zim, showing off his alien sleep cuffs and chasing him around. Zim eventually gets away (or,, flies away I guess) just for Dib to show up at his house and bang on his door saying he's been waiting for this moment and he's prepared. Dib never thought to prepare for garden gnome lasers and gets his alien sleep cuffs incinerated. That's all. I know there aren't any moments that could really be viewed as zadr material here, I just thought it was a good idea to talk about the first episode. It's when they first meet after all!

2. Parent teacher night

Zim thinks of Dib while he's walking home. You could argue Zims only thinking of him because he's worried about parent teacher night, and sure. That's fair. I just wanted to bring it up because it's pretty cute. Dib in Zims head smiles and laughs, even tells him to watch out for the dog. If this really is what Zim is imagining, why would he include him being happy and warning him if he hates him. You can't hate someone that much if you're imagining them smiling and laughing while walking home.

Later on, Dib introduces Professor Membrane to Zim. He runs off only to come back and splash him on the face with fruit punch. A playful thing, nothing insane. Dib even does the same thing later on. Both of them smile while splashing the other. It's silly and harmless. An easy way to express their rivalry without hurting the other.

3. Dark harvest

I know last point could be debated. "Zim was only thinking of Dib because he was worried." BUT. YOU CANNOT EXPLAIN THIS TO ME.

This scene, right here. Literally what was he talking about.

"You see Gaz, to defeat my enemy I must study my enemy, then become my enemy, then move in with my enemy, then wear my enemy's clothes then-"

THEN WHAT?? I could be looking too far into this, but it just seems so intentional. Very intentional. If Gaz didn't interrupt him what was he gonna say? Seeing this bit in another show gives me that answer,,,

WAS Dib gonna say date? Maybe. Perhaps. But we don't know. Other than this part though there isn't anything else I can really mention. Other than the,,, organ harvesting,,, but I'd rather not! So lets move on

4. BattleDib

While this IS a Dib centric episode, I wanted to note he has a hologram of Zims head. How did he get that? It seems to me that he made it, but that begs the question, how did he get everything right? I mean it's an exact replica of Zim out of his disguise. Does he look at Zim that often? And why a 3D hologram? It's not like he doesn't have photos of Zim out of his disguise. He has photos of Zim in his closet. They don't seem like drawings either, they're definitely photographs. This makes me think. Is Zim comfortable enough around Dib to let him take photos of him out of his disguise just for himself? He doesn't even let Gir do that, as we can see with the photograph of Gir and Zim in bad bad rubber piggy (this is assuming Gir took the photograph. It seems like something he would do) So why Dib? Dib has been shown to sneak photos of Zim, but the ones in his closet have Zim posing in some way, and they're pretty close up

5. Planet jackers

This episode is so good. I love it. But we're not here to talk about that. What we're here to talk about is how out of all people to go to, Zim goes to Dib. Zim rings the bell and waits for an answer. He seems nervous too, looking back at Gir for assurance with a worried expression and sighing. To quote another analysis, "When the chips are down it's always, "You're the only person who can help me." Usually they say it's because the other person is the only one with technology advanced enough to help, but there's more left unspoken."

Even IF the other doesn't help, they still go to eachother. They trust eachother enough to ask the other for help. Even if it's hard.

6. A room with a moose

Zim tries to send his whole class away through a worm hole in space. When Dib finds out, Zim doesn't hesitate to tell him everything that's going on. Even saying,

"This wouldn't be as much fun without you sticking your smelly nose in here." "You're really one of the only people who can appreciate the amazingness of this plan, so I'll let you in on what it is." "My mission might not be as exciting without you around to annoy me."

Zim talks about Dib (relatively) positively here. Saying his mission is more fun with him, how sending everyone away would be boring without Dib intervening, and even trusting Dib and letting him know what exactly he's doing.

7. Hamstergeddon

When Peepi starts destroying the town Dib doesn't even seem mad at Zim, just pointing and going

"Anything you'd like to confess?"

He's somewhat used to Zims antics by now. Later on when Zims knocked out Dib thinks over if he really wants to capture him. Of course, Zim wakes up before he can make a decision, but this one part sticks out to me.

"Wait! Zim, promise me you're on our side this time." "I know not of sides, earth stink. But for once I agree with you, the hamster must be stopped."

Dib asks Zim to promise him. Later on he even defends Zim when the army guys try shooting at him. Sure, it could just be because they agreed to work together, but along with Dib overthinking if he wanted to capture Zim, this shows he doesn't really want Zim to get hurt.

8. Bolognius maximus

When Dib tricks Zim into pricking himself with the nail tack, Zim seems to lose hostility towards Dib, smiling while grabbing his hand. The moment Dib "opens up" and praises Zim is when he thinks he's done well. He appreciates Dibs applause, in fact, it seems like he wants it. Saying "finally" before talking about how great he is.

Although, Zim can't find a cure for the baloney thing himself and goes to Dib for help. Dib seems really happy by this, literally GLOWING. In one scene, Zim and Dib glance at eachother when they fail making a cure the first time. To me, it feels like they're looking to see if the other is okay (which is really cute,,, I'm insane about stuff like that)

In another scene, Zim is freaking out because another attempt at a cure was failed. Dib puts his arms out; it seems like he wants to comfort him.

In the end, they never find a cure and hide from the dogs together. You know what they say, together in every universe, even the one where they're baloney,,,

9. Halloween spectacular of doom

The episode that made me ship them,,, siigh,,,

Zim is worried for Dib in the beginning, thinking he could possibly be dead, or a zombie. When Dib ends up escaping the crazy house, he immediately goes to Zim.

"It's the only chance."

When Dib gets captured Zim comes just in time to save him. He's still mad at him, but he comes through anyway. And the line that single-handedly made me ship them,,,

"I'm not here because I like you, Dib."

Dib looks surprised when Zim says this, he knows their relationship as enemies, but for Zim to say it like that shocks him. I wonder if Dib is thinking it in the opposite way, like how tsunderes in anime often say the same line when they really do like the other person. He then calls his head big and Dib responds, it seems playful. Zim then could leave Dib dangling there but no, he protects him and moves him to the back of the machine thingy

10. Megadoomer

When Dib is trying to get his camera back, Zim playfully throws it back and forth so he can't get it. Is this important? No. I just think it's cute. They also wrestled in this episode

11. Tak, the hideous new girl

When Dib finds Zim in his house and confronts him, it could easily be read as Zim being jealous that Dib is spending time with Tak instead of him. Dib even said he was jealous!!

This is also another episode where they team up, so that's nice

12. Backseat drivers from beyond the stars

THIS LOOK. Also the music for this part is really good. Just thought I'd add that

13. Mortos der soulstealer

Dib shows Mortos photos of Zim while talking about him. Not only does he just have photos of his "greatest enemy", he has one of him in the bathroom putting on his contacts. Zim and Dib also wrestle again!! Later on when Mortos leaves, Zim checks up on Dib who's screaming and crying on the floor. Zim seems to be at least a little bit concerned for him.

14. The girl who cried gnome

Zim says,

"I don't care how delicious he is, he's evil!"

"He" referring to Dib. Okay man. It kinda seems like you do care.

15. Vindicated!

While Dib and Mr. Dwicky are waiting, Dib draws Zim in the dirt

Seemingly for no reason,,, they weren't talking about Zim when he was doing this. They were sitting in silence. So WHYY did he draw him,,,

16. The most horrible x-mas ever

This is the episode that made me want to make this post! Originally I had thought Dib was smiling right before he threw the mini santa suit into space but APPEARENTLY I was wrong. I'm still adding it though because this part was the specific reason I wanted to make this

But one thing I can note is that this (sort of) is an episode where they help eachother out! At the end when Zim had given up Dib comes and rescues him. Even if he didn't know he was saving Zim, he did.

Zim seems thankful for Dib saving him too, at least until he's dressed up as the easter platypus.

17. The frycook what came from all that space

While this is a Zim centric episode, at the very end the two chase eachother around. Zim is back on earth and he's immediately brought back to what's familiar. His best friend, his worst enemy.

Now that we're finally done with all the episodes (that I felt the need to talk about) We can get started with the other stuff!! Starting with,,,

18. The pilot

Which you can watch here!

While I'm not sure if the pilot is canon or not, I would like to bring it up. There's a specific scene before the two start fighting where Zim actually takes some time to appreciate Dibs food launcher thing

"An arm-mounted food launcher! Neat!" "You really think so? Thanks! I was up all night working on it." "Well it shows." "Oh, quit it."

They seem to be a bit more friendly in the pilot, canon or not, it's interesting to see!

19. The return of Keef

The whole point of this episode was for Zim and Dib to be friendly in order to make Keef explode, since there was no animation made for it, here's the transcript instead

This shows that the two are embarrassed to be seen hugging, but is it just because they're enemies? Or is there a separate reason? I don't think anyone at skool would believe them to be friends because they hugged once. Or maybe they're afraid it might cause other feelings,,, who knows. It sucks this never got made, I would've loved to see Zim and Dib hug, it would've been super cute!!

20. Mopiness of doom

For this part, I will be using screenshots from Soapy Waffles. While they aren't canon it's the best visualizer for mopiness of doom that I've seen. You can watch it here!

Quite literally the most important part of their relationship gets shown in this episode. I've ranted many many times about this episode and I'll do it again. Dib goes on to pursue "real" science with his dad, while doing this he becomes depressed and sad. Zim becomes closed off and never leaves his house, spiraling into a pretty bad mental state. But the second Dib runs out of that lab and back to Zim both of them seem immediately happier. While they are insulting eachother, it's with familiarity, love. This episode shows one needs the other to keep themself happy. They bring meaning to eachothers lives.

The first scene shows them trying to stop eachother. Of course for it to not work out. The next day when Dib breaks the news to him Zim seems happy at first, but when Dib doesn't stay to watch Zim sounds genuinely upset.

At home, Gir does something stupid but Zim doesn't have the energy to yell or even say anything back. Gir takes this as an immediate sign that something is wrong. Back at Dibs house he's doing really well with his dad and "real" science. Gaz questions him about it, and he's faced with the thing he truly loves and his fathers approval.

A while later, Zim completely lets himself go. It's been weeks and Zim hasn't showed up to school. When Dib is back at the labs, Gir explains to him that he needs to help Zim get out of his depressive state.

Eventually, Dib explains to his dad that he doesn't like "real science." He likes chasing Zim and he likes the paranormal. He runs out and goes back to Zim, who's in disbelief. The two fight but instead out of hatred it's out of affection. Things are back to the way they like it.

On top of that, there's this clip (which I think about constantly)

21. Enter the florpus

Keep in mind I'm not rewatching the whole movie to write this, this has already taken about 6 hours as of typing this. So if I miss a part,,, sorry!

Dib waited months and months for when Zim would show back up. He sat there waiting for ONE person. The one person who also happens to give him meaning in his life

Later on when Zims in his "cheesy cocoon of misery" he explains how he couldn't get Clembrane to make pudding the way Dib likes. With Dib replying that he in fact, doesn't love pudding. Zim still tried to do something relatively nice by trying to get Clembrane to make good pudding for Dib.

And even with everything they've been through so far, Dib is completely willing to work with Zim

Another thing I would like to mention is that the artists/animators for the movie made a ton of doodles in between working, some of them being zadr related! You can see them here

22. Issue 9

Finally onto the comic issues! I haven't read all of them yet, and since there's so many I definitely missed some stuff, but here's everything I could remember. Starting with 9. In this one part, you can see Dib falling asleep on Zims shoulder

23. Issue 12

Zim rescues Dib and tells him to never forget that he hates him. Which could be read as "don't forget that I love you"

24. Issue 13

I don't know what to make of this one actually

25. Issue 30

After Dib found out Zim had the limited edition soda he needed, he did multiple things to try to prove to Zim that he should have it. Though he wasn't very good at them. So Zim decided he wanted a compliment from Dib. Why? Absolutely no clue. After some (intense) thinking, he compliments Zim. Though this could be read as if Dib is embarrassed or flustered

26. Issue 40

I have talked about this before here, but I wanted to mention it again as it SERIOUSLY messed with my head. Knowing that it's canon (if comics ARE canon) that they're together in every universe is insane. I love them so much guys

27. The canon (?) invader zim ending

Okay,, I'm not entirely sure if this is entirely canon or not, but I would like to mention it. In this comic, Zim takes over earth and loses all of his hostility towards Dib and they go to another planet with bunnies and they're having a happy fun silly time. It's really cute!

And I think that's all for now,,, I know I probably missed some things, but I think I got a lot! This has taken like, 9 hours. So hopefully this is good!! I looove zadr so I enjoyed just talking about them :3 uhh BUT YEA!! That's allll I think maybe

[a-998h]

Return to Gravity Falls

@angelqueen27 & @eisheth

Contains: Implied Platonic yandere

"Wake, Starlight," a familiar voice tells me.

Opening my eyes, I'm met with the all too familiar set of bright blue eyes. My older brother, Mason, who has the stage name Dipper. I sit up in bed, yawning and rubbing my eyes of all sleepiness. Smelling pancakes, I figured my older sister, Mabel, was making her special strawberry chocolate chip pancakes. Those two were part of a magic act called, the Mystery Twins. We'd been traveling across the country for weeks and I was always excited to explore where we ended up this time.

"Morning big bro," I tell him.

I know he has a new bolo tie, but he has a million so I wouldn't now what every single one he owns looks like. He gives me a head pat and tells me to get dressed as he leaves the room and closes the door.

I throw on a blue shirt and black shorts, paired with my sneakers. I spend extra time brushing my hair, knowing Mabel would do it herself if she didn't think it was good enough. After brushing my teeth, I join my siblings at the table. Mabel, who's normally blank blue headband had a teal gem decoration on it, handed me a plate with a smily face pancake and apple slices.

"Morning little Starlight," she calls me.

I smile despite my annoyance. I have a name, Reader, but my siblings have never used it. It was always, Starlight this and Starlight that for as long as I can remember. I wanted to let go of the dumb nicknames, but last time I tried I started feeling guilty. Dipper and Mabel would say that they only wanted to have a bond with me, so I let them keep calling me that name. When their magic act took off, the dragged me along with them.

I look down at the smiling pancake, I loved that stupid whipped cream smile when I like 6, but Mabel keeps putting it on my pancakes. I don't really mind, it's whipped cream after all. I finish the pancake, and go to leave the table, but without even looking up from his plate, Dipper says.

"Eat all your apple slices, you need to be healthy,"

That pancake was huge, and I was feeling full. Trying to argue that point was useless as Dipper said that I could only be full if I finished those stupid apple slices. It bothers me that they can't see that I'm not a little kid anymore, plus I'm only three years younger than them. Giving in, I eat the apple slices and let Mabel take my plate and silverware. Looking out the window, I recognize some familiar scenery.

"We're back home?" I ask my siblings. They nod and smile.

We were away from home for so long, my heart might burst from the excitement of returning. Before I can leave the table to explore my hometown, Mabel stops me.

"We have something for you, Starlight," Mabel says as Dipper walks over.

With a dramatic flurrish, Dipper pulls out a white box with a blue ribbon bow on it. Opening it reveals a sliver bracelet, a dark teal stone embedded in the center surrounded by my star sign.

"Where and when did you get this?" I ask.

They both chuckle and Mabel tells me it was bought after one of their New England shows. I take their word, and put it on. It fits perfectly and looks beautiful. I hug them both before we heard our Great Uncle/ Manager Stan say Dipper and Mabel have to do a rehearsal for a show happening in about two weeks time. I get two kisses on the cheek as the pair leave. Once that car is outta view, I run out the house's front door.

Nostalgia hits like a freight train as I wander the streets of the town I knew and loved. Greasy's dinner was where it always stood, with Speedy Susan being a one woman crew. Gravity Falls may look like a hick town in middle of nowhere Oregon, which is true, but I see it as a wonderful place full of woods to explore. As I walk around, I feel something solid run into me as I fall backwards.

"I'm so, so, so, so sorry!" A high pitched voice says.

Looking as I stand, I see a girl with a color hippie like outfit, and a white haired boy in a sweatshirt, it's summer. The girl keeps apologizing and I let her know I'm ok. She sticks out her hand.

"Nice to meet you, My name is Pacifica Southeast, but please call me Pacifica," she tells me.

I tell her my name. She smiles and pushes the nervous sweatshirt boy closer. He looks like he really doesn't want to talk to anyone, not because he's better, but it's mor elike, he'll go the way of the narwhal if he even things of talking to strangers. He slowly sticks out his hand for a handshake. I return the handshake and tell him my name.

"M-My name is Gideon Pines," he tells me.

I nod and apologize for being in their way. Pacifica says her and he brother had plans to explore the nearby woods, then asked what I was doing. I explain my exporting and Pacifica says we should do it together. Normally, Dipper and Mabel would pull me away, Dipper making me wash my hand because he thinks that I'll get "poor people germs" and Mabel would say I need to spend more time with family. But, they aren't here.

"Sure, sounds fun" I tell my new best friends.

The three of us enjoy our wilderness expedition, spotting animals and plants of varying kinds. It was nice to have friends, Dipper and Mabel just scare them off, saying I only need my big brother and sister. I catch my reflection in a small creek, I have dirt stains on my hands, face, and shirt with messy hair. It's been so long since I've looked like this, ever since Dipper and Mabel had become the Mystery Twins, they would always keep me under their ever present eyes.

The laughter dies down as the sun starts to sink below the trees, casting the town and forest in a comfortable orange glow. Pacifica hands me a folded piece of paper, urging me to open it. When I do, I'm greeted with an address, but it's not one I know.

"It's for a place called the Mystery Shack, it's where me and Gideon live so you can hang out whenever you want!" She cheerfully tells me.

Stuffing the paper back in my pocket, I have memories of Dipper and Mabel insulting the Mystery Shack and telling I have no reason to go to "that dirty tourist trap". Now, I have friends and a reason to visit, I start making my way to home, trying to hide the evidence of my wilderness fun. Opening the door, I'm greeted with the stern looks of Dipper and Mabel.

"Do you have any idea how worried we were?" Mabel asks in a somewhat emotional manner.

I try my best to answer, but it doesn't help. Dipper scolds me as Mabel is setting up a make shift spy in our living room, going on and on about how I was "darted by hooligans". Dipper does nothing to calm her, only fueling the fire. Dipper calmly tells me that I shouldn't be around strangers as they could hurt me. Honestly, I think the most dangerous thing in this town are the woodpeckers. Dipper takes the paper as Mabel scolds me.

Well, despite being grounded, I'm still happy that we're back in Gravity Falls. Nostalgia softened the blow of grounding. Looks like I'll have to rob Dipper's room for that address. I wonder what it would be like to have real friends, not overprotective siblings.

[0mysteiarchives]

“One day, we'll have a place to call home.” Firefly x GN!Reader

"If we ever get out of this alive, we'll be together, right?" a/n: might post this on ao3! just because :3 enjoy!! <3

this fic contains: platonic or romantic firefly!! , reader stays gender neutral for this , mostly based off firefly's trailer with a few tweaks ^_^

"The battle is over."

The forest went in flames, smoke could be seen in the air with flags mounted into the ground all ragged.

"Command, this is AR-26710, please respond."

"I don't think they'll respond" You replied despite not being the respondent. "I tried contacting them a while back but no response."

"What should we do? We're the only survivors around."  A robotic voice rang behind you, another mech pushing off a rock as they took a glance at the two of you.

You stay silent for a while, figuring out what to do while all comms are currently offline. It's not often all soldiers get a moment of fresh air like this.

However, in a quick moment, you had an idea.

"No matter what, we have to get in touch with the others-"  They watch as you transform out of your mech, confused. "Huh?"

"If that's the case.." You bring your arms behind your back. "It'll be faster this way, right?"

"Hey, you-" As they spoke up, another had also done the same thing as you.

"I understand." The young girl in front of you stares into the pond water. "Article 4 of Glammoth's Military Regulations: Leaving the cockpit is strictly prohibited."

This way, we'll be discovered very quickly! Even though we'll be punished.." You let out a sheepish laugh, scratching your cheek in embarrassment.

"That can't be helped." She turns to you with a warm smile.

Fireflies danced around the two of you, as you both watched them dance around the dark night, illuminating the sky. It felt relaxing to see scenery that are not brought to ruin by the ongoing war.

"How many times is this for you now?"

"Hm?"

You snap out of a trance, turning to her with a confused expression.

"Leaving the cockpit like this.." She stretches her arm out, a firefly landing on her finger as she stares at it with fascination. Soon it flies away.

"Well-" Before you could answer, the ground shakes slightly with metal clanks are heard behind you.

A trail of fire came from behind a mech with red accents as they spoke in a deep voice. "Article 2 of Glammoth's Military Regulations: Remain on guard." They cross their arms and continue, "Article 4: Leaving the cockpit is strictly prohibited."

A long, disappointed sigh is heard, "Do you have a death wish?"

"A Fyrefly Type-V escort model..very nice." You comment with a soft sigh in return, as the third member of your team also leaves their cockpit.

"Hah, you're the odd one out now." The woman lets out a playful scoff as you let out a giggle.

"You can't connect to command either.." You trail off before giving an offer. "Why don't you..join us?"

"No thanks." Their answer was quick. "I'll just pretend I didn't see anything."

You only let out a sigh at your failed attempt, as the young girl beside you places her hand on your shoulder in reassurance.

.

.

.

You pull out the trinket you found earlier, inspecting it in silence as the girl from a while ago spoke up.

"What's this?" She points to the camera you currently held, staring at it with curiosity as you give her a smile.

"I picked it up on the battlefield.." You bring it up to your eye, staring into the lenses. "It seems to be a civilian device.."

"Even if it's no longer working, and the lens is scratched.." you zoom into the clear water. "If you look through the lens, it feels like looking into a whole different world!"

"Lens? No wonder you wear those weird goggles." You hear another speak as you pan the camera towards her, capturing her within frame.

You let out an embarrassed laugh "I have other reasons too!" Holding onto the rim of the goggles around your neck, you give a soft smile "If everyone looked the same, how would we tell each other apart?"

You soon move the camera to the young girl labelled "26710" on her neck. "Your hair is also very unique!"

It seems you've caught her off guard, a small blush forms on her cheeks and turns to you.

"Thank you, I've been growing it out.." She flashes you a warm smile, to which you reciprocate.

"The length is also proof of your experience!" You add as she lets out a hum and turns to the side, showing the length of her hair.

"But sometimes it gets in my eyes..i'm not sure if I should put it up.."

"I think you should keep it down! I think you look prettier that way." You immediately respond to her question, both of you stare at each other and erupt into gentle fits of laughter. Soon the three of you all laugh.

Finally you pan the camera towards the only one still in the cockpit, you could only see them stare at the lens.

"Your turn! Are you really not going to say anything?" You urge them to, at the very least, say something. It seems to work as they put their arms down to their side.

However the moment is interrupted by a noise. Everyone seems to notice that.

"Comms are back up." You bring your hand up to your earpiece, the lines are indeed back up and the order flashes in front of you on a digital screen.

"Article 8: Surviving knights should immediately return to their units."

"The moment was so short, but it felt so long." Your 3rd member transforms back into their mech, as you prepare to do the same. Yet at the very edge of your eye you catch the girl rip off the fabric from the ragged flag. She uses the water as a mirror and tries to tie it around a lock of her hair, to which you felt obliged to help.

You move closer and gently grab the fabric from her hand, tying it into a small ribbon.

"Looks nice. It really suits you."

She stares at you with her mouth agape, before letting out a content hum whilst you give her another smile. It seems you two had been staring at each other for a while as your 'leader' let out a cough, snapping both of you out of your trances.

The other already blasts far off before the rising sunset, to which the both of you take a moment to relish the sweet scenery before taking off as well.

"One day." Your thoughts fill the silence within the silent sky.

"When the war ends, we'll all have a place to call home."

-

might make a part 2 of this in a few days ngl

anywys this might be a bit different from how i write bc it's been so long and i got caught up with pgr and wuwa :sob:

as for requests it might take a biit longer than expected, especially after JUST recovering from a writing block :P

however other than that i'll see yall eventually when i proofread this when i wake up cus im tired asf ^_^ (will link to pt2 when i finish it :3)

[bingwriterxo]

distant

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you weren't at school during the shooting but your girlfriend was, and the trauma that it left her with caused her to practically disappear from your life

warnings: talks of school shooting

word count: 1800+

author's note: the very first vada fic i ever wrote (posted to my wattpad back in december) but someone requested something similar (find here) so i thought i'd throw this up here

"Hi, Mrs. Cavell," you said timidly as the woman opened the front door to her home. Her eyes widened at the sight of you--messy hair, dark eye bags, heavy eyelids--as she welcomed you inside. You were no stranger to her: she knew that you and Vada had been dating for nearly a year now. However, this version of you was one that she had never seen before, and she had seen many versions of you over the course of your relationship with her daughter. 

"Y/N, are you okay?" she asked as you took your sneakers off by the door, unlacing them so slowly that she almost thought you had fallen asleep where you stood. 

"Is Vada home?" There was almost no emotion in your voice. You just sounded...tired. The woman had become used to your high-energy personality, never surprised when you were running around with Amelia or making Vada dance with you in her bedroom. She couldn't help but hope that you were alright.

"She's at Nick's right now, but you're more than welcome to wait in her room, if you'd like." She checked the clock on the wall. "She shouldn't be gone for too much longer." You nodded, accepting the woman's suggestion and heading towards Vada's bedroom. "If you need anything, just let me know," Mrs. Cavell called out after you. You gave her a thumbs up before disappearing inside.

You gratefully laid down on Vada's bed, inhaling the girl's scent that lingered on her blankets. You hadn't seen her in a while--over two weeks and counting--and you missed her, so being in her bed felt as though she were enveloping you in a hug, though you did wish you had the real thing. 

You opened your phone, shooting your girlfriend a text to let her know that you were at her house, before going on TikTok, trying to pass the time. None of the short videos seemed to entertain you, though, so you resolved to just take a short nap. However, a single text erased this thought from your mind completely. 

Nick Feinstein (5:46pm): do yk where vadas at? havent heard from her in a while

You shot up, eyebrows furrowing at the question. Didn't Mrs. Cavell just say that the brunette was at Nick's house?

You (5:46pm): her mom said she was at urs???

Confusion and fear swirled in your stomach as you went to your girlfriend's contact, pressing the call button. You listened as the phone rang, anxiety beginning to creep through your veins. "C'mon, Vada. Pick up, pick up." However, the girl didn't answer her phone, leaving you with her voicemail message. "Uh, hey, Vads. Just wondering where you are...your mom said you were at Nick's, but he just texted me asking me where you're at. Uh, call me back when you can? I love you." You hung up the call, hoping that she would return your call soon. 

Nick Feinstein (5:47pm): nope

Nick Feinstein (5:47pm): havent seen her in a few weeks

You (5:50pm): just called her

You (5:50pm): every time i've asked her to hang out the past two weeks she always said she had plans with you...

Anxiety settled in your stomach at the idea that your girlfriend had been lying to you. Who was she really hanging out with? Why did she not want to see you? What was happening?

Nick Feinstein (5:52pm): think she's been hanging w that girl recently

Nick Feinstein (5:52pm): mia reed

Could Vada be cheating on you? You pushed that thought aside, hoping for a different outcome, but it continued to nag at your brain. Had she grown tired of your relationship? Had she grown tired of you?

Nick Feinstein (5:53pm): instagram.com/miareed/  here's her acct

You clicked on the link, ignoring the fact that your hand was shaking, and the girl's instagram account popped up. The most recent photo immediately made you nauseous and you dropped your phone, scurrying backwards on the bed as though the object had burned you. 

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Even if Vada wasn't cheating on you with Mia Reed, their relationship was a bit too close for comfort for you. They were almost kissing in the photo, and while her caption could have been platonic, it sure didn't give you 'just friends' energy. 

A ding brought you out of your thoughts and you crawled to the edge of the bed, looking at your phone. There was a message from Vada, so you hurried to pick up the device, unlocking it to see what your girlfriend had to say.

Vads <3 (6:01pm): wont be home till late

Vads <3 (6:01pm): dont stay

The message felt like a stab through the heart. She must have been with Mia, and you couldn't help but imagine what they were doing: were they on a date? were they making out? were they doing something worse? Tears stung at your eyes as you turned your phone off. However, instead of listening to your girlfriend--was she still your girlfriend?--you buried yourself into her bed. You needed to confront her when she got home. If you didn't, you weren't sure when you'd get the chance to talk to her again. 

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The covers were forcefully ripped off of you and you sprang awake, eyes squinting beneath the harsh overhead light. Vada stood in front of you, blanket in hand, eyebrows furrowed, nose flared. 

"What are you still doing here?" she asked. You flinched at her tone, sitting up so that you could really look at her. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for a response.

"I..." Was this a bad idea? Would this be the end of your relationship? "We need to talk." She didn't say anything, just merely gestured for you to keep talking. "Are you cheating on me?"

"What?" She looked offended, as though she couldn't understand why you would ask such a thing. You watched as she took a step forward, arms reaching towards you, before taking a step back: she couldn't figure out what to do. "No! I'm not cheating on you, Jesus!" She took the defensive route, and you couldn't say you were surprised. 

"I saw Mia's post," you began. Her jaw clenched, an action that you would usually find attractive instead caused more anxiety to race through your bloodstream. "It didn't seem...it just...it looked wrong." 

She shook her head, scoffed, brought a hand to her forehead. "Jesus fucking christ! Mia's just a fucking friend. What, I can't have friends now?" she yelled. You stood up from her bed, unable to stop the tears that had begun to fall from your eyes. 

"Of course you can! But you've been lying to me about where you've been and then suddenly you're hanging out with one of the most popular girls in school! If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn't have lied to me! Or Nick! Or your fucking parents, Vada." Your voice cracked as you spoke, spit flying from your mouth in anger. Your girlfriend stayed silent, just staring at you. "You know what? Forget it. You clearly don't want to talk about this."

"Thank you!" She fell face first onto her bed, signaling that she was done talking to you in general. Awkward silence encased the room as thoughts circled your mind, with one becoming too prominent for your liking.

"We should break up," you whispered into the empty air. This got the girl's attention. She pushed herself off the bed, turning towards you, and you finally saw some resemblance to the Vada that you knew.

"What are you talking about?" Her voice was small, afraid that you had actually meant the words that just left your mouth. She didn't want to lose you, didn't know she could lose you. She thought you two were solid, that nothing could change that.

"I haven't seen you in over two weeks, you've been lying to me, you didn't even want to see me today." You listed your grievances quietly. You didn't want to break up with the brunette, but hearing everything you were saying, you understood that you might have to if she didn't offer an explanation. "Do you still want this?" You gestured between the two of you. 

"Of course I do. I love you, Y/N." You could hear the truth in her voice, but that wasn't enough for you to just forget about everything that had happened recently. You weren't going to forgive her just because she loved you.

"Then I need an explanation." Vada glanced down towards your feet, her hair forming a curtain around her face. You reached out, a single finger beneath her chin as you forced her to look at you. "Please, Vada."

She nodded, gesturing towards her bed. You took a seat, sitting cross-legged as she sat across from you in the same way. Vada took a deep breath, preparing herself to tell you what she had been keeping hidden. "When the shooting at school happened, Mia and I hid in a bathroom stall together." Just saying the words made her think of that horrible day, but she continued, for you. "I thought--I thought that I was going to die in there with her.

"She ended up texting me a day or two after it happened. She wanted to make sure that I was okay, so we started hanging out. Honestly, she has no one there for her: her dads are away a lot and she doesn't really have friends, and I felt for her. I knew I wouldn't have wanted to be alone after this, and I wanted her to know that she had someone in her corner. And it was nice, being able to talk to her about it, to tell her about how afraid I was to go back to school, to tell her how I was afraid to do most things.

"I--I should've told you that I was hanging out with her, I know. That's not something I should have hid from you. It's just...I felt like I couldn't talk to you about how the shooting affected me because...well, you weren't there. I didn't know if you'd understand, and I didn't want to give you these feelings."

"Vada..." You reached out for her, pulling her into a hug. Her tears, which had begun midway through her explanation, soaked your t-shirt, but you didn't care. You just wanted to be there for the girl. "You can talk to me about anything anytime you want, alright?" She nodded into your shoulder before pulling away.

"And I'm sorry I've been so...mean...recently. I just have a lot of feelings that I'm working through right now, and I took them out on the people close to me, and I'm sorry," she apologized. 

You nodded, smiling softly. "It's going to be okay, Vads. I promise."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too, Vads." You pulled her in for another hug, rubbing her back softly as she wrapped her arms around you, more than grateful that you were there at that moment.

[stardustbarbarians]

I'm Using You*

*You're Using Me

A Jake Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: Jake interrupted your night of relaxation for some fun.

Tags: this is literally just smut. like fr no other notes. so that being said, MDNI DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

Words: 1.4 k

A/N: yeah I got drunk one night and found a new song and thought "hey that'd be fun". So here we are. This, like, just barely passes a blurb, so hurray new Jake fic. Title taken from Sin So Sweet by Warren Zeiders. Enjoy! <3

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You and Jake had a… well. Let’s just call it an “unconventional” relationship. 

During the light of day and in polite company, you two hardly ever looked in one another’s direction. It was rare that you two would speak when the sun was above the horizon. 

But when the stars began dotting the skyline and darkness covered the world like a blanket… well, let’s say that it was rare you two weren’t touching. 

“Say my name,” he growled directly into your ear, his fingers plunging deep within you as his other hand dug bruises into your neck with his tight grip.

Your bare back was pressed into his chest, his arm snaked between the valley of your breasts as he held you in place. 

You were gasping for breath, grasping at any part of him you could reach. Your claw-like nails left mulberry indentations in the shapes of waning crescents on his skin as you attempted to get a grip on the pleasure flooding your veins with each drive of his fingers. 

“Jake,” you breathed, unable to conjure up the mental capability for actual vocalization. 

He let out a deep chuckle that you felt in your own chest. The vibrations added to the scratch of his callouses scraping against the walls of your pussy made you shiver. But it was nothing to the bodily reaction you had to his next action. 

“Good girl,” he praised, breathing directly into your ear. 

Spreading your legs even farther apart to give him better access, you nearly spilled your cum against his thigh you were sitting on. You could feel your entire being shiver with the words, a choked noise struggling to leave your lips. 

“And since you’re being such a good girl, do you know what you get?” 

At this point, Jake took it upon himself to press his thumb onto your clit that was swollen from where he had sucked and lapped at it relentlessly earlier. Only thing about that was you weren’t allowed to cum from his tongue. No, you had to hold onto every fucking shred of your self-control to not explode all over his face. He had growled in your ear that he wanted to prove just how easy it was to make you cum by just using his fingers. He was in a mood when he barged into your apartment that night, a darkness in his eyes as soon as you looked into them. 

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish your greeting to him before he was grabbing you by the hair and smashing his lips into yours. It got heated immediately, just like all of your interactions. He was so mad that he had managed to rip your sleep shirt to shreds as he attempted to take it off. You would’ve been upset if it wasn’t so hot. 

He had then proceeded to hoist you up so that you had to wrap your legs around him, walking you over to your couch where you had been watching true crime documentaries before he knocked on your door. He had all but thrown you down onto it, climbing atop you and shoving his tongue into your mouth. Instantly his hands began roaming, his guitar calluses dotting his fingertips scratching against the soft and sensitive skin of your breasts. Your breathing had begun to come in bursts, each exhale laced with a small mewl of pleasure. He knew that you liked it when he just took what he wanted from you, so made sure to do exactly that. 

Jake circled the pad of his thumb quickly over your nipple, causing shockwave after shockwave to travel through your body. The entire time, he had been nipping at the skin of your neck, knowing that when you woke up tomorrow you’d have purple blemishes all over the skin there; his signature and claim on you. 

“What do good girls get?” you managed to whine out. Underneath it all, you were impressed that you were able to form a coherent response. 

“They get to cum,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, pressing his teeth against it after he finished speaking. 

That was all you needed. You had been teasing the line of release for so long now, you feared you were seconds away from imploding. At the words, you had cum all over his thigh, your body shaking as your hips rocked back and forth against his fingers in order to milk your pleasure for all it was worth. You let out the most pathetic noise to ever grace your ears, knowing that your face probably matched your tone. 

It had amused Jake endlessly, that laugh of his ricocheting through your body and only adding to the pleasure. 

It was seconds later that you fell limp against his chest, spent completely after how hard you had just cum. Jake used the opportunity to turn your head towards his, immediately locking lips with him. They were rough, the chapped skin scraping against your soft lips. But you had no complaints. It was part of the experience of Jake. 

“Was that good, pretty girl?” His voice was just barely above a rasp, his eyes dark with desire. 

You simply nodded your head, a blissed out smile on your lips. You felt like you were melting from it all, feeling like chocolate that had been left out in the sun for too long. 

“Good.” He repositioned you with your back laying down on the couch, caging you in with his arms. “‘Cause we’re only just getting started.” 

That was the only warning you had gotten before he began unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out from his boxer-briefs. You couldn’t help feeling like the prey to his predatory look, looming over you as he stroked his cock. 

You had gripped his shoulders as he lined himself up, your nails burrowing into his flesh as he plunged into you. You were already so slick from his spit, your slick, and release that he all but slipped in to the hilt with no resistance. 

You cried out at the sensation, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he slipped inside of you. Even though you two had done this all before, it never failed to take your breath away how wholly he fit inside of you. Your hole and walls began fluttering around him as he paused in order to allow you to adjust to his size, staring down at you intensely with this smirk that made your heart jump. 

Once you felt comfortable enough for him, you nodded your head and whispered out an “ok”. 

“Buckle up, angel,” he purred with a smirk pulling at the corner of his lip before setting a pace that made you see stars. 

Each drive into you milked moans out of your throat, each one louder and more emphatic than the last. If your eyes had been opened, you would’ve been able to see Jake’s cocky grin as he relished in your pleasure. 

Eventually, it got to the point where even Jake was making small noises with every thrust. You had done this enough times with him that you knew what this meant. 

“Come on, baby, take what’s yours,” you egged on, knowing that it would push Jake further towards the edge. 

And just like you predicted, Jake was hurtling towards release. With one well timed squeeze of your walls around him, Jake began sputtering for air and pulling out of you quickly before spurting his cum all over your chest and stomach. 

He loomed over you as he took a moment to catch his breath, stuffing himself back into his pants before zipping up and leaving for the bathroom. You watched him disappear down the hallway, burying your head into the pillow behind your head and waiting for your heart rate to slow down. 

It was a moment later that you snapped your eyes open after feeling something cold and wet hit your chest. You yelped in surprise, seeing Jake chuckling twistedly at your reaction. 

“Real mature, Jake,” you bit, taking the washcloth he had thrown at you and wiping yourself off. You shot him a dirty look as he continued to laugh. 

“You seem to think I’m mature enough to let me fuck you nearly every night,” he shot back. 

Rolling your eyes, you got up to your feet and threw the washcloth at him. 

“Don’t be seen leaving my place!” 

“You think I want people to know I came here??” 

“Just get out!” you yelled, half a mind to watch him to make sure he left. You didn’t have to. You were reassured of his departure by the slamming of your front door. 

“Prick,” you muttered under your breath, setting off to shower and resume your night of watching true crime documentaries before you had been so rudely interrupted. 

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[hotreadingwitch]

Regulus x Reader - Hide & Seek

Content Warnings/Kinks: teasing, praise, degradation, hair pulling, light choking, light spanking, mirror kink, cum swallowing/play, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected vaginal sex 

Hide & Seek 

Y/n Potter was hiding in the basement bathroom, swearing to herself because even though she’d initially thought the cramped spot was a good one for their game of hide and seek that the boys had insisted on playing now that it was the holidays, she knew they were too clever to not find her soon than later. About to step out of the space, she was almost hit in the face by the door opening. 

“Shit, sorry” Regulus’s clear voice apologized quickly, with a small laugh, “…I was going hide in here too” 

“I guess great minds think alike” she responded easily. 

Their gazes met and a fiery warmth fused low in her stomach as she regarded the piercing quality of his green eyes. Y/n had been crushing on Regulus since he had started living with her family last summer and though it was winter now, the feelings still remained. 

“You can hide with me if you’d like” she offered then without thinking, internally cursing herself as she looked around at the small space.

“Really?” He questioned. 

“Yep” 

She could practically hear her own gulp. Regulus stepped into the space, the closeness of his thin frame instantly making her feel overwhelmed 

“If I thought living with Sirius and James would be this annoying I wouldn’t have left Mother’s house” 

Y/n let out a small huff at his dark humour, a sound that only made Regulus smile brighter, and what a blinding, rare smile it was. Regulus didn’t seem like he was particularly joyful, in fact, his cold demeanour made most people think he was incredibly withdrawn, even mean at times. But Y/n saw him, saw the sparkle in his eyes when he was about to beat Lupin at a game of chess or when he reluctantly helped Sirius with a prank. She’d seen it all with her own two eyes and, of course, it only made her like him more. 

“Bit tight…” Regulus strained, his voice full of something Y/n couldn’t quite place. 

Her eyes snapped to his, blushing when she realized he was referring to the close quarters they were hiding in. It was true, the bathroom was tight, to say the least, and the fact that two bodies were attempting to fit inside it didn’t help. Y/n attempted to back up just as Regulus tried to move as well, letting out a small gasp as her back hit the cool porcelain of the sink and he pressed against her. 

“Sorry,” she stuttered out, placing a hand on his chest to steady herself, shocked when she felt his heartbeat thundering beneath her fingers. 

She started to move her hand away, flushing with embarrassment, but Regulus caught her fingers between his, moulding them back to his chest. 

“You feel that baby?” His voice was dripping with darkness and need, “Feel my heart beating nice and fast for you?” 

“You—you” she started, practically shocked to silence, “you like me?” 

“And you like me” he confirmed without her even confessing. 

“How did you know?” 

“Call it a lucky guess” he smirked, “and if I didn’t know then well I certainly do now” 

Her face heated at his words, realizing she’d just accidentally confirmed her crush. 

“Don’t make fun of me” 

Something changed in his expression then as if he didn’t realize he was embarrassing her at all. 

“I mean it Y/n” he tipped her chin up with his finger, “I really do like you, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you”

Her eyes widened and her gaze dragged up from his chest to his beautiful face, admitting quietly, “I want you too” 

His hesitant lips lowered to hers, groaning into her mouth as she immediately deepened the kiss. His nimble fingers caressed her neck, his touch lighter than a feather. When she thrust her neck forward, tangling her tongue with his, he grunted, squeezing his veiny hand around it, making her moan at the sensation. 

“Not so innocent after all…” Regulus chuckled darkly, “Tell me Y/n, do you like being a bad girl? Being a good little slut?” She squirmed as he lowered his lips to her ear, “I bet you think about me when you touch yourself…” 

A small whimper escaped her lips unbidden, the sound only making Regulus smirk. 

“I can give you what you want baby” he pressed closer, whispering, “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise” 

“Rather cocky aren’t we?” She tried to joke but her voice came out breathy and wrong. 

“I know my strengths” he smirked as he sunk to his knees before her. 

“Reg” her voice cracked at the sight of him below her, his hands caressing gently up and down her thighs. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to” he offered. 

“No—I want to Regulus, I want you…” 

“You want me to what, exactly?” 

“Reg…”

“C’mon baby, you can use your words for me”

“I want your tongue on me” her chest heated, “Merlin, I want your fingers in me” 

She gasped as the cool basement air swirled around her bare legs, a chill running all the way up to her cunt which was embarrassingly wet, as Regulus lifted her skirt. His mouth pressed kiss after kiss up her thigh until he reached the place she needed him most. 

“You’re sure?” He asked again. 

“Yes,” she breathed, nodding her head with certainty. 

Y/n cried out as Regulus removed her panties, pocketing them, before beginning his attack on her clit. He lapped at it so slowly, so sensually that she felt that she was being worshipped. Simply put, Regulus’s tongue made her feel like a goddess. She melted at his touch, crying out at the pleasure that she’d never felt before. 

“I hate to tell you to be quiet baby but I don’t think you want your brother finding you while you’re making a pretty mess all over my face” 

Y/n whimpered quietly, before promising, “I’ll be quiet” 

“Good girl”

The words sent a shot of warmth right to her clit. Regulus teased at the spot with a knowing smirk. She moaned as quietly as she could as he continued to please her. His head rocked against her cunt as she gripped him by his chestnut curls, pulling at the strands so hard that he groaned onto her, the sensation making her shiver. After a while, Regulus slipped a teasing finger into Y/n, using his long middle one to curl up into her and hit that perfect, needy spot. 

“Fuck” 

Regulus chuckled darkly, teasing, “So my pretty girl’s got a dirty mouth huh?” 

She smiled as he reconnected to her then, tasting and probing all at once. 

“Reg, yes Regulus” she cried out, biting her lip to keep her moans in. 

When he slipped a second finger in her, stretching her tight hole as much as he could, that was it for her. Her release was rising within her like a tidal wave, making her body tense around his fingers. 

“I’m close” she groaned, preparing for release when Regulus slipped his fingers out of her, removing his tongue as well, making her beg without shame, “Don’t stop! What are you doing?” 

Regulus flipped her over so that she was facing the mirror above the cool sink, making her ass jiggle with a light spank. She groaned at the loss of sensation but also at the feeling of the sharp pain. 

“Bend over for me baby” he ordered then, his voice tickling the shell of her ear, “When you cum for me, it’s gonna be on my cock…now open your mouth” 

She parted her lips, allowing Regulus to reach around and force her to taste her own cum which coated his fingers. 

“That’s it, good girls clean up their messes right baby?” 

She nodded quickly, his fingers still wetting her lips. SMACK. Another spank landed on her ass cheek, making her wince. 

“And good girls use their words” he added, his tone menacing, “Can I fuck you now baby?” 

“It’s—It’s my first time” she admitted, fear that he wouldn’t want her anymore instantly clouding her mind. 

His hands gently caressed her ass, rubbing over the red marks with unnerving gentleness. 

“I can go easy on you” his eyes flicked to hers in the reflection. 

“I don’t want you to” she bravely met his gaze with her own, “…I want it rough” 

Regulus sprung to action then, bending her over the edge of the sink, making her toes curl against the tile floor. He pressed his hard cock against her entrance, spreading her lips with the tip. He rocked against her, coating his cock in her wetness as he slipped back and forth between her legs, his tip poking at her clit each time. When he finally entered her, it was an instant mix of both pain and pleasure. 

“Reg” she moaned, not caring if the boys heard her, if anyone did, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock inside her. 

He clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her. 

“You gotta keep quiet baby, no matter how much I want to hear your pretty little moans. Can you be good for me?” 

Her eyebrows furrowed but she whimpered a small “yes” into his palm, nodding as well.

Regulus slid into surprisingly easy, her wetness making her hole completely soaked. He continued thrusting into her, the initial feeling making her back arch and her cunt become even slicker by the second. She groaned into his palm as he rutted into her. 

“That’s right, you like the way I’m stretching you, baby? Merlin I’ve wanted you for so long. Driving me fucking crazy every day, walking braless around this house in those thin tops of yours” 

“Reg” she moaned breathily. 

He gripped at her chest then, holding tightly to her breasts as his words sunk in and he pounded in and out of her. As he fucked her, one of his hands slid down from her chest, flicking at her clit. The sound that came out of her mouth then was raw and needy all at once, though it was silenced by his other hand over her mouth. 

She bucked her hips backward so that they slapped against Regulus’s powerful thrusts, creating even more pleasure for them both.

“Look at yourself baby” he ordered softly. 

Her y/e/c eyes flitted up, widening as she took in her flushed face, messy hair, and dilated pupils reflected back at her. Her tits shook from the force of his pounding, her nipples two hard peaks. Her eyebrows scrunched as the waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. 

“Flawless…” he mused, meeting her gaze through the mirror, “Cum for me” 

Her release washed through her body then as if by his command. The feeling centred both inside her and on her clit, the sensations combining to provide her with the perfect release. Regulus thrust and thrust, pushing her through her orgasm as well as his. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” she practically chanted as she came, her flushed face reflecting just how absolutely destroyed she actually was. 

He collapsed forward after, his arms caging her in from behind, placing hot kisses on her neck.

“You did so good baby” he breathed. 

“Thank you, so did you” she blushed. 

Regulus grabbed her clothes, helping her back into her skirt and pulling up his pants. It was then that they heard Sirius practically screech, 

“James!! Let’s check the basement. 

With a chuckle, Regulus rushed Y/n behind the shower curtain, staying in the front part of the bathroom himself. 

“Hide” he whispered to her with a small wink that made her sigh. 

She climbed into the bathtub and hid behind the curtain just as Sirius whipped open the door. 

“Caught you!” He grinned toothily. 

“Yep, you got me” Regulus sounded resigned yet cheeky.  

[redeyerhaenyra]

Age Gap with Stilgar

Summary: Smutty age gap headcanons for my beloved sand daddy

Warnings: SMUT DUH, age gap, fem coded reader, oral(f), size kink save me- fingering, reader doesn't like boys her own age, Stilgar's an old man and he has a fat cock, eycontaccctt, smidgen of spanking (I may continue that in a later post if thats what the people want teehee) lmk if I missed anything!

Notes: going insane over him

Hnnnggg sand daddy

You wear him out

So young and spritely, he remembers being like that once

Sometimes he wishes he still was, wishes he could keep up with you like you deserve

But you don't want boys your age >:P

They don't know what they're doing like Stilgar. Their voices aren't deep and rich like his. They aren't solid and thick and all-encompassing like he is.

They don't learn like Stilgar does. They don't pay such close attention to the way you gasp and moan and whine if he'll rub your clit at a different angle with his big calloused hand

You tell him so, how boys your age could never appreciate the precious moisture of your pussy, the sacred taste of it

How boys your age could never hope to fill you up with their fingers the way Stilgar does, curling them juuuust right

Boys your age don't know the trick of rubbing their nose on your clit whilst their tongue slobbers over your cunt

Stilgar does :)

Stilgar worships you

He'll let you do anything to him. Anything you desire.

I hate to be the one to break this to y'all but he's only lasting 1-2 rounds 😔

He's old and tired! Have some mercy on him woman

It's okay though he will HUGELY make up for it with technique, as we've discussed :)

And also that he'll let you bounce on his fat cock until the stars burn out

His fills you so well 🤤

He also has a thing for being ontop of you tho?

Squishing you a little with his weight

Firm solid relaxing pressure as he stares at you, eyes fixed on your own.

I know he's huffing and grunting like a dog

He can keep up a pretty quick pace with his hips despite the old man-ness

Your pussy motivates him, what can he say 🤷🏻‍♀️

I know his dick is big I KNOW ITS BIG

Girthy

Dark ruddy colour mmng

Like a desert rabbit he'll let you hop on it for as long as you please ✨️

...

Also he spanks you for being a naughty gir-*gun shots*

[emeraldspiral]

ZADR where one day Zim is strolling along the streets of Cyberflox when suddenly he bumps into Dib. Except he doesn't recognize him at first because he's gone through a drastic and seemingly instant growth spurt. Dib says it's been years since they last saw each other, to Zim's surprise. Thinking back on it, the last time he recalled seeing Dib they had set aside their differences to fight a common enemy. Both were badly injured and believed they were dying and the last thing either of them saw before losing consciousness was each other.

Dib tries asking Zim what happened to him, but Zim doesn't remember anything after that. In fact, he can't even recall how he ended up on Cyberflox or what he was doing up until the moment Dib approached him, as if it was a dream.

Zim and Dib are both curious about this mystery and Zim agrees to allow Dib to investigate and try to help him piece together what Zim has been up to the last few years and why he can't remember. They try checking Zim's PAK and it seems the missing data has either been erased or encrypted rather than corrupted, meaning somebody definitely tampered with it and Zim's memory loss wasn't a result of damage to his PAK when he was injured.

Zim asks Dib what happened to him and Dib says he woke up in a hospital after being rescued by humans, but when he asked about Zim they said he was alone when they found him. Dib says he thought one of his minions had come to rescue him, but when he came to his house it was gone, along with any trace of him, GIR, or Minimoose ever being there. He says he learned his lesson from the Florpus incident and chose not to wait around for him to appear and just moved on with his life and forgot all about him after awhile. But the longer they investigate the mystery of what happened to Zim, the more Dib opens up and admits the truth about how he spent the intervening years.

He never believed that he'd been found alone. He was sure that Zim had been rescued by human first responders who promptly discovered he was an alien when they attempted to treat him and the government subsequently collected him and hushed the whole thing up. Dib searched relentlessly for any trace of him, at first telling himself that he couldn't stand for the truth to be covered up and never get the credit he deserved for being right. But really, he just needed closure. It was torture not knowing if he'd ever see Zim again. He tried to let go and move on, just accept that he was dead and gone for good, but he never stopped investigating. He never gave up hope that Zim was still alive and he could find him.

Membrane died suddenly when he was barely an adult and because he refused to give up the paranormal to take over Membrane Labs, Gaz had to do it even though it wasn't what she wanted either, because if she didn't some techbro douchebag would ruin their family legacy. This drove a wedge between them until they stopped talking to each other. Then Dib irrevocably fucked up his life by getting caught hacking government files searching for any trace of Zim, and now he can't ever return to earth to reconcile with Gaz or he'll be thrown in some deep dark hole and never see the light of day again.

So he started a new life exploring space, taking odd jobs putting his investigative skills to use, mostly picking up criminals and turning them in for bounties, but occasionally solving intriguing mysteries like Zim's.

That's all I got, I don't have an actual answer to the mystery.

[d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n]

Let me

Anthony Lockwood x F!Reader

Summary: You got hurt. It was his fault. And he feels absolutely awful.

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Angst, Claustrophobia, Near-death situations, Some lightly mentioned family issues, Arguing, Couples? Quarrels, ANGST.

AN: The summary is awful - I feel like I say this every time. Idk if Reader and Lockwood are a couple, they don't have to be, but they can be if you want to. Love you all! (BTW I have not read the books in years so creative liberties were taken - I'm sorry for any and all book inaccuracies.)

The body of one 'Sergeant M. Bowers' floated precariously towards Lockwood. He backed up against the door of the bedroom, eyes darting between you and Bowers, rapier extended in front of him. You rifled through the bedroom, looking for anything precious or valuable. You had to find the source for Lockwood.

Lockwood had taken the case of this particular house out of pure greed. Mrs. Miller was willing to pay a pretty price to take care of her 'little problem' as she called it. You had warned him against it - the Bowers' manor was about a mile outside of the town you grew up in and you'd heard almost every story there was to hear about the house. About the family that inhabited the house. Lockwood hadn't listened.

He'd convinced you to come, saying the stories were 'probably just stories told to children to scare them away.' He assured you they weren't true. After George had done his research, you were more confident - apparently, reports of apparitions of children predated the problem and were therefore hoaxes.

The Bowers were an affluential aristocratic family before the war - the First World War, that is. "They were known for hosting Gatsby-esque parties to celebrate the most menial of affairs - like their dog turning one." George had rolled his eyes at that pushing the picture of the newspaper your way. April 6th, 1912. A week before the Titanic sank.

The sinking of the Titanic began a series of unfortunate events for the Bowers family, starting with the death of the youngest son, James. James and his to-be wife, Miranda, died aboard the ship, thrusting the family into a long period of mourning. In the following two years, 6 of the 12 members who lived in the house had passed away, forcing the rest to flee the countryside manor, claiming it had been cursed - which brought about the misfortune of the family.

The last of the family to inherit the manor was Sergeant Michael James Bowers, who was the youngest nephew of James. He had lost his life in the second World War; after being shot in the arm and leg, he had been honourably discharged and sent home. He succumbed to sepsis not long after, surrounded by empty halls and unhappy memories. Apparently, he had never left.

You shook your head in discomfort - dispelling the dark feeling that had crept over you since reading about the family's terrible fate. Something seemed off about this case - something seemed to have been omitted from all the research you and George had done.

At first, you disregarded it as nerves. The Bowers manor was big - bigger than any other case you had taken. Plus, it was close to home, which was full of unpleasant memories. Maybe the added pressure was playing on your mind. You tried to explain yourself to Lockwood, who dismissed you. Apparently, Lucy had to help Kipps with some research, and George was working on another case. There was no point in arguing with Lockwood when he had made up his mind, and he was not going to budge on this case.

Which led you to your current predicament.

There were many ghosts haunting the halls of the Bowers manor. It seemed that everyone who had died here didn't want to leave. You had rid the house of most of the ghosts - sealing almost ten sources in different iron boxes. Lockwood had danced his way through the Type Ones that he was dealing with - he was evidently the better agent out of the two of you. You had lucked out - you came face to face with a Type Two. The small girl kept repeating about her teddy which you had found in an upstairs bedroom covered in filth and cobwebs. You threw an iron net over it before leaning against a wall to catch your breath. You were exhausted - and you hadn't even dealt with the real problem.

Sergeant Bowers.

Sergeant M. Bowers was a lot more tortured than you had initially thought. His wife left him when he left for the war, leaving to follow her true love into the country - countless correspondences scattered across the rooms told you as much.

Then came the matter of a child - Timothy. Pictures of him were littered through the halls - toys left to rot in the hallways. Clearly, no one had cleaned it until Mrs. Miller bought it at that country house auction. Except the trace of him ended there. There was nothing in your research to tell you about him, nor any sign of him outside the walls of this home.

It was peculiar.

You had tried to tell Lockwood, but he brushed you off. "The kid must have died - explains the tortured relationship between his parents."

It seemed odd to you. What kind of mother would run off without her child?

A glint caught your eye. A small jewellery box lay on the vanity, dust laid over it as if it hadn't been touched in decades. You dashed towards it, opening it quickly to find a simple silver band inside. A wedding band. A source.

You placed the ring in a small iron box - one of your many engineering feats that made your job safer and easier to do. Bowers disappeared from over Lockwood and you ran over to help him up.

"See? Not too bad, was it?" Lockwood joked, taking the box from your hand and putting it in his bag with the rest of them.

"The only reason I'm glad we don't work with Fittes is the paperwork. We'd be drowning in it after tonight. Can you imagine? With all those Type Ones and the two Type Twos. I'd be crying into my pillow for weeks." You grabbed the rest of your equipment and headed towards the stairs. Lockwood's fingers wrapped around your arm, pulling you back sharply.

He pulled out his rapier and pointed it toward the woman - an apparition of a young woman, dressed in a maid's uniform and carrying a basket, seemingly full of laundry.

"Another Type Two. Great." Lockwood sighed, "You check downstairs and I'll check upstairs. She's a maid. Look for... maid things? I don't know." You nodded before hopping downstairs, armed with your rapier.

You went down to the servants' quarters, which you had seen on the blueprints of the house. The room was small, just off the side of the kitchen - and was perhaps the cleanest room in the house. The maids had been let go long before Sergeant Bowers had inherited the house. Clearly, they had taken the cleanliness with them.

You looked around for anything that could be a source. Why would staff die here, you thought, when the Bowers were known for treating staff well? And why would she choose to stay? You walked around the room, running your fingers over the sparse wooden furniture around the room, leaving trails in the dust in your wake. You tripped by the door to the bathroom, cutting your hand on a small loose nail by the door - probably used for hanging coats or aprons. You winced as you stretched your hand, closing your fist to stop the blood from dripping all over the floor.

You heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "Did you find anything, Lockwood?" No response. "Lockwood?" The door to the servants' quarters slammed shut. You pressed up against the door, trying to force it open. "LOCKWOOD? LOCKWOOD, HELP!" You screamed, trying to push the door hard. "LOCKWOOD, PLEASE! I NEED YOU!"

Lockwood called to you from the landing, telling you he's found something interesting. You tried screaming for him again, but he was too far away to hear you, just like you were too far away to help. Ghostly yelling startled you as you turned around. The maid was here, clearly oblivious to you in the room. She was humming softly as the ghostly yelling continued.

You watched her from a distance as she folded some invisible clothes, her humming still ringing out around the room. She laughed at nothing, before turning towards the door, expectantly. You turned towards the door, expecting to see some other apparition in the doorway but there was nothing. She seemed to get frantically worried by the lack of whatever presence she is expecting, her humming becoming erratic and eerier by the second.

Her eyes grazed over you, and she seemed to relax. She spoke to you gently, reaching her hand out to you, "Come, Elizabeth. There's no need to be scared." You felt the effects of Ghost-lock wash over you, as lethargy numbs your senses. You saw her drifting toward you, but you had no energy to run or even to poise your rapier in front of you. And she seems so nice.

You heard the door fly open and felt someone grab your arm, tightly. You were pulled out of the room and back into the kitchen. "Thanks, Anthony." You whispered, resting on the kitchen counters.

"Anthony? Who's Anthony?" You looked up, unamused by Lockwood's attempt at a joke.

Your jaw dropped. In front of you was a man that you thought you may never see again, "Grandpa? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I heard you screaming. Just wanted to make sure you're okay?" He said, eyes looking you over, searching for injuries. You hid your arm further behind your back, not wanting to worry him more.

He brought his hand up to brush your cheek, staring down at you lovingly. "I'm sorry about this, kiddo."

You felt hands pulling you up off the floor, and a strangely familiar voice whispering soothing words in your ear. You struggled in the grasp of this strange person, trying - unsuccessfully - to flee. They held you firmly, arms tucked neatly beneath you.

Tired from your busy night, you gave up, resting your head against the person's chest. You knew this cologne. It was Anthony's - you teased him for putting on too much and the scent lingers in the hallways some mornings. You settled, seeking his warmth and his comfort.

"Nice to have you back. You worried me for a minute back there."

"Lockwood? Worried? God, are there pigs in the sky?" You bantered back, your voice weak with exhaustion. He laid you down on the stairs, running back to grab your rapier and your flares. You must have dropped them when your Grandpa showed up. Grandpa?

Where did he go? You stood up trying to walk back to the kitchen. Grandpa couldn't see any apparitions - if one came for him, he'd be as good as dead.

"Whoa, slow down, Usain Bolt." Lockwood caught you as your legs folded beneath you. "You took a nasty hit to the head, plus you might have had a bit of ghost-lock as well."

"Lockwood, my grandpa," You said, looking past him, and back at the kitchen door, "He can't see them. We have to help him."

"Your grandpa? Honey, there's no one here." The nickname fell on deaf ears. You tried to scramble back towards the room, but Lockwood held you tightly.

He walked with you back to the kitchen - to prove there was no one there. There was no sign of anyone being there - nothing at all.

"Look - there's no one else here. You must have hit your head while getting away from the maid. Just," He huffed, pulling you closer to him, "let me get you home. Let me check you over - make sure you're alright."

You let Lockwood drag you towards the taxi and push you inside. You let him maneuver your body so that your head is resting on his chest and your legs dangle over his. You let him carry you like a rag doll into the house and set you down in the kitchen.

You shivered slightly - involuntarily - but Lockwood noticed. He draped a large blanket over you, boiling some water for hot tea. He grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and sat down in front of you.

He held out his hand for yours, "Let me clean it for you." So you do.

He spent the better part of the next hour meticulously cleaning every scratch and scrape he can find - only slowing down when you wince, or to pour you more tea. He makes it how you like it - a spoonful of sugar and a dash of milk

Once he's done, he lifts you again and carries you to bed, tucking you in like a mother would their child. He turns out the lights with a soft goodnight and crosses the landing to his own bedroom. The first floor is plunged into darkness, but you stare up at the ceiling.

Sleep doesn't come to you easily. When you close your eyes, the maid's face is above yours - her hand reaching out to you, beckoning you. You want to take it. You see her holding Elizabeth, cradling her as she cries. Your grandpa's face comes up next to the maid and you see your grandpa die. How he screams for you to help him as the plasm burns through his skin. Your mother blames you - tells you that she should never have let you go to Fittes. The maid shields Elizabeth from the loud arguing coming from upstairs. No, not from upstairs. The arguing is happening below you. You shake yourself awake from your restless night, wincing as you contort your bruised body. You slip on your Fittes hoodie and creep downstairs.

Lucy and Lockwood are facing off in the kitchen. Again. You sit on the step, listening in.

"She told you she didn't want to go! And now, there's a chance she won't be able to go into the field."

"She'll be fine. She's tough, she'll get through it."

"You don't know that, Lockwood! You can't just assume that everything will be fine just because you want it to be." You could hear Lucy's voice breaking as she fought back tears.

"Maybe, she won't want to go on missions anymore," George piped up. Clearly, he'd been forced to sit there through breakfast and listen to the argument, "After all, you didn't listen to her doubts when she said she was scared."

"No, she didn't. She just had nerves."

"No, Lockwood. I was terrified. And you didn't hear me out."

"You're awake!" Lucy threw her arms around you, hugging you tightly. "God, I'm so happy you're okay!" You smiled at her warmly, hugging her back. She moved past you, saying something about needing to meet Kipps to finish their case.

"I'd hug you too, but you should probably shower first. Who knows what kind of bacteria fester in hundred-year-old manors? I'll see you after lunch - heading to the archives." George walked out quickly, almost as if he was being chased out by rats.

Lockwood stood in front of you, straight as a board, "You look like you've been electrocuted. Sit down. I'm not going to bite." Lockwood sent a weak smile in your direction.

You poured yourself a mug of tea and put some bread in the toaster. You made a mental note to send George a shopping list before he came back.

"So..." Lockwood started, and you wanted to laugh. In the almost three years you'd lived with him, you'd never seen him so nervous.

"So?"

"We should probably talk about what happened back there." Ah. He wanted to do this now.

"Yeah. We probably should."

"What happened? I mean, one minute you were fine, the next you were unconscious in the kitchen?" Lockwood said, leaning back in his chair slightly.

You grabbed your mug and sat in the chair opposite him, "Was I, though?" Lockwood raised his eyebrows, "Was I really fine, Lockwood, or did you just want me to be fine?"

"I don't understand?"

"Lockwood, I voiced my doubts to you! I told you to let it go! That this was a case we didn't have to take! That we'd find something better." You were standing now, leaning over the table, staring Lockwood down.

"Worth more than 90 grand? Do you have any concept of how much money that is?"

"YES! YES, LOCKWOOD, I DO! IT'S NOT NEARLY ENOUGH MONEY! We fought how many ghosts? 10? 12? Do you even consider that?"

"14, actually."

"YOU ARE NOT HELPING YOURSELF. YOU MAY BE THE LITTLE PRODIGY OF FITTES, BUT SOME OF US ARE NORMAL. SOME OF US ARE AVERAGE." You sat back down, your legs shaking. You were still too weak to force this argument. Your voice trembled, "I can't keep up with you, Lockwood, none of us can. Lucy, maybe, but even she needs a break. Hell, even you need a break sometimes."

"We're fine, aren't we? We're all alive and kicking, still fighting ghosts another day?"

"Yeah, but for how long? How long do we keep getting to cheat death?" How long until one of us gets buried for the unnecessary risks we keep taking? You didn't say it but the question took root in the back of your mind.

Lockwood sighed, "I don't know where this is even coming from. We survived. We did the job. We got our money. Aren't you happy-"

"HAPPY! HOW CAN I BE HAPPY, LOCKWOOD? I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT HOUSE YESTERDAY! One minute, we were sealing up a source, the next I was being lured in by a Type Two, ghost-locked and bleeding. Somehow, my GRANDPA WAS THERE, AND THEN I'M UNCONCIOUS ON THE FLOOR. NONE OF IT MAKES SENSE, nothing - nothing makes sense. I feel - I feel like my brain's been scrambled. It just - I can't - I don't-" Lockwood kneeled next to you, his palm gently cradling your face, and let you cry. You stayed there for a few seconds before you looked up into his face, eyes brimming with tears, "You know what the - what the worst part was?"

"What was the worst part, honey?" There it was again, the nickname. Your heart skipped slightly at the sound of it.

"That you couldn't hear me." Lockwood looked at you, pain sweeping over his expression. "I called for you. In the servants' quarters. I needed you, but you couldn't hear me. I screamed and I cried and I begged and I- I needed you, Lockwood."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap, before stroking your hair. You cried into his shirt, the white fabric turning translucent in the dampness.

"I will always come." He whispered to you, eyes bright with determination. "I may not have always been there before, but I will be now. I promise. No matter where or when, if you call, I will come to you." He cradled your face in his hands again, thumbs gently rubbing away your tears, "I will listen to you - and George, and Lucy. If you tell me you're scared, I'll hear you. I won't take jobs out of greed, we'll make decisions together. We're a team. I'm sorry I haven't been acting like it."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking yourself into his neck, "I like the sound of that."

You felt Lockwood smile against your neck. "I'll take care of you. If you'll let me."

You pulled back, "Taking care of each other goes both ways. You have to let me take care of you too." He scoffed lightly, but you knew that he had agreed. He couldn't ever say no to you. Not even at Fittes.

"As much as I hate to ruin the moment, George was right. I don't want to think about how much bacteria was probably growing in that house." Lockwood helped you up, "You should probably shower." You nodded your head, chuckling lightly. You grabbed Lockwood's phone from the table and before he could steal it back, you sent a text on the group chat.

"We need food. PLS. WE HAVE NOTHING." You threw him his phone as you ran up the stairs. Lockwood laughed at the text.

"They'll know it's you." He said waving his phone as you grabbed your towel.

"Or they'll have a heart attack knowing that Frosty can change his mind."

fin.

[svuobsessed]

Elliot Stabler X Olivia Benson X Victim freshman Reader

Request: Hey can I request a victim of rape reader whos a freshman and she’s friends with Maureen and stabler and benson are on the case and Elliot doesn’t know about her being friends with Maureen it’s brought up.

So sorry for the wait!

Third person pov...

In the vibrant halls of Manhattan's bustling Hudson University amidst the throngs of eager freshmen, resided Y/N L/N an innocent and vulnerable soul.

Unassuming and quiet, she had found solace in an unlikely friendship with Maureen Stabler in their drama class together.

They had been working with the other members on their play, Y/N had been stressed so she'd gone for a late night walk.

On a crisp autumn night, as Y/N made her way back to her dorm from a late walk for some fresh air.

As she walked a chilling hand reached out from the alleyway, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the darkness. Fear coursed through her veins as she struggled against her assailant's grip.

The attacker, a masked figure, pressed a cold blade against her skin, threatening her life. As she struggles in his grip he slaps her making the teen go silent and stop moving.

"Quit it or you die" he threatens her holding his hand over her mouth.

As the assailant fled, Y/N lay trembling on the pavement, her mind reeling from the trauma.

After calming down after the attack she eventually got safetly back to the dormitories, as she walked through the door her room mate Maureen Stabler was sat in bed.

She had been waiting for Y/N to return. "N/N! I was worried" she says getting up from her bed and waking over to the

H/C girl, once she got closer she saw the fear on the Freshmans face.

Her E/C eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Y/N?" Maureen was worried, holding her friends arm she shook Y/N out of her thoughts.

"Maureen, hi" when she looked up, Maureen worried when she noticed a red mark appearing on her face, the teen went to touch the spot but Y/N flinched.

Maureen stopped dead, her eyes wide as she looked at her friend, the H/C girl was looking at the ground. "N/N did something happen?" She asks the girl.

Y/N breathes in shakily, slowly she looks up at Maureen, tears in her eyes. "I was raped" she whsipers tears falling down her cheeks.

Maureen gasps before pulling her friend into a hug, holding her as she cried and told the girl what happend.

Meanwhile, at the bustling office of the Special Victims Unit, Detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler were briefing their team on a series of disturbing attacks targeting young women.

The unmistakable modus operandi led them to believe that a serial predator was at large.

Olivia and Elliot arrived at Hudson University, they had been told of a rape that occurred, a Freshman called Y/N

L/N was raped and had only just told the teachers.

One of her friends who wished to remain anonymous told a teacher because she was worried for her friend, the teacher then called SVU and let Y/N know that two detectives will be speaking to her.

As they canvassed the halls, Stabler's gaze fell upon a vibrant flyer for a Drama Club performance. The name Maureen Stabler jumped out at him, stirring an uneasy sensation within him.

Benson, sensing Stabler's unease, discreetly inquired about Maureen. "Maureen had mentioned about a new friend called Y/N" he told his patner, Liv patted his shoudler.

"It'll be okay El, we'll catch this guy" she reassured the worried man, Elliot smiled tightly at Liv, they then ask a student walking past, who pointed them towards a rehearsal room.

As they walked in they saw a group of students each working together to create the stage backgrounds and practising their rehearsal. "Hey Police" calls Elliot and Olivia as they walk in holding up their badges.

One of the students walk over. "Hey who do you need?" He asks clearly one of the elder students, Elliot looks at him before answering. "We're looking for

Y/N L/N" he says, the teen points him in the right direction.

The two detectives find the two girls, they were sat together painting a background for thr play, as they two laught, Benson and Stabler then walked over to the girls.

Smiling Liv held out her badge, Y/N looked worriedly at the two, Maureen looking at her friend holding her hand.

"Hi Y/N right, I'm Olivia this is Elliot we are with Special Victims" she told the girls, she smiled at them.

Y/Ns eyes widened before she turned to look at Maureen. "You told them" she says her voice quiet. Maureen looked at her friend quilt across her face as she nodded.

She then took the H/C girls hand. "I'm sorry Y/N but they can help you, I told you my Dads a detective" at that Y/N nods. Maureen gives her a smile.

"This is him, he helps Victims of rape, they will catch the guy" she explains to her friend, Y/N sighs. "I tell you everything" she says to Benson.

She then told the detectives what happend with Maureen's holding her hands.

Together, Stabler and Benson delved into the investigation, their professional prowess intertwined with personal ties.

As they unraveled the threads of the attack, they discovered a twisted plot involving jealousy and a desire for revenge.

In the end, justice prevailed, and the perpetrator was apprehended. Y/N's ordeal had been traumatic, but the support of her friends and the unwavering determination of Detectives Benson and Stabler had seen her through.

Her and Maureen kept their friendship during the ordeal, Y/N was grateful that she had such a friend.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry it took me so long to write this, didn't have any ideas until now, as usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count : 1020

[boredomincarnate16]

Bored. Decided to make headcanon Skills/abilities of me and my moots based on our PFPs

Gonna start with me 'cause I'm the best: These Skills/abilities are just references to my videogame idea, Charm-Seekers, but I'd just use these here.

Energy Channeling

Energy-Based Skills

'Energy Orb' - Channels energy into a dark-blue orb to fire at the target. Can lower mental defense.

'Energy Burst' - Releases pent-up energy as a dark-blue wave at the target, relaxes the user, making subsequent actions drain less stamina from them. The sheer force and impact of Energy Burst can lower the targetted's movement speed.

'Stamina Beam' - The user releases nearly all of their energy as a powerful beam at the target, dealing massive damage, but nearly draining all their energy completely.

Vocal Skills - various vocal-based actions that can affect the target's emotional state, such as influencing their morale and will to fight, lowering their power and mental defense, or provoking them into putting more effort into their attacks at the cost of their stamina.

Analyze - Vocal Skill. Hyperanalyze the target, learning various information from them in a similar vain to the CHECK ACT option from UTDR.

@xuzuul, literally just having a Yo-Kai Watch, posses Yo-Kai Medals of their choosing and a Yo-Kai Medallium alongside it.

@soul-of-justice--uty, Basically everything Clover has, ACTING, which can pacify even the most violent of opponents, CHECK, just look at Analyze, lol, justa copy of it, SPARING, telling an opponent to stop fighting, showing them MERCY, Gun mastery, + Vocal Skills as well. Can gain LV/LOVE by killing and, at the higher LVS, can perform that piss laser thing Clover does in UTY's Genocide Route, lol. Has Toon Force as well due to how shitposty they are.

@ilove-fanart-and-lore405, basically everything @soul-of-justice--uty has except Gun Mastery, the piss laser, and Toon Force lol.

@residentialsinyomakai, Babblong's abilities, Water Generation, Inspiriting that makes people yap +, like @xuzuul, also having a Yo-Kai Watch with Yo-Kai Medals of their choosing, and a Yo-kai Medallium alongside 'em.

@nontheanon, invisibility, teleportation. 'Cause of the whole Anon thing, yeah.

@woomeme-land, being a 3-year-old I guess???

@yokaiwatchrp, uniquely, being able to shapeshift into any Yo-Kai from Yo-Kai Watch, copying their appearance and abilities but not personality. Gains the transformed Yo-Kai's Medals/Arks/Keystones and will be forced into shapeshifting into them upon being summoned with 'em.

@demonixoverlord, unfortunately, being Gir.

@yo-kaiwatchkillyourfamily, having the Yo-Kai Watch Elder/Arcane, the Ark/Keystone holder thing that comes with it, and uhhhh... feeling I'm forgetting something here, oh yeah - all the summoned Yo-Kai are 100% obedient to them, so they can, Infact, use them to kill families. (Whatever you do, don't let them summon @yokaiwatchrp)

Don't get the references to some of my other Moot's PFPS, sooo uhhhh, I dunno.

[oscarwilderthanyou]

You Kidnapped Me...Again!

Red Hood-Jason Todd/Female Reader

Hey guys! This is just a fun little one-shot I've been working on. Let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy! Just a reminder, my original works are cross-posted to AO3. Also general disclaimer, I own none of the characters used.

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I twist my head side to side in an attempt to relieve the pain in my neck. The detective to my left lets a loud snore, waking himself with the noise, and bolts upright. 

"You good there, Johnson?" I ask with a smirk.

"Fuck off," the older man grumbles in reply. He turns and leans over the edge of the rooftop were sitting on. "Any movement yet?" he asks. 

"Nope, nothing."

I hand him my binoculars and he takes a look for himself. "Who's CI brought this info in again?"

"Martin's," I grimace as I respond.

"Of course it's Martin's," he sighs. "How much do you want to bet he didn't even vet the info before passing it to the captain?

"I laugh in reply, "knowing Martin, I wouldn't take that bet.

"Silence falls over us again and I glance at my watch. "How much longer do you think they're going to keep us out here?"

"Captain seemed pretty determined so I'd guess it's going to be a long night" he leans forward, resting his weight on the ledge and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between his teeth and offering the pack to me. He lights both before turning back to the ledge. He glances over at me smirking "What's the hurry anyway, you got a hot date?"

I lightly shove his shoulder. "It's my anniversary, asshole."

He chuckles. "Oh yeah I guess it would be, that sucks. I hope you guys didn't have any big plans." 

I take another drag of my cigarette and tap the ash out on the ledge. "Not really, but with our work schedules I feel like we haven't gotten to spend much time together lately."

"I know that feeling" he says with a sigh. "When I first made detective I don't think I saw Carla more than twice a week." 

I wince. "And how long did that last?"

"Well I'm on the same last minute, all-night stakeout as you," he says, pointing out the obvious. I let out a groan and he just laughs in response. We finish our cigarettes in silence.

"So how are Carla and the gir-" my question is cut off by a loud bang from the street below. 

"What the fuck was that?" I whisper urgently.

Johnson immediately begins searching the ground with the binoculars. "I don't see anything," he replies, continuing to search. Another bang rings out, those are definitely gunshots. 

"We need to go down there," I say and Johnson nods in agreement.

We turn from the ledge and make our way down the fire escape, moving as silently as possible. As we descend I unholster my gun, keeping it ready if needed.

I stop walking as soon as we hit street level and scan the area. I listen for a few seconds before I make out the sound of footsteps coming from the alley across from us. I signal to Johnson and we being moving again, this time in the direction of the alley.

We both step into the darkness with our weapons drawn. Another gunshot sounds ahead and I swear its close enough to the see the muzzleflash from the shot. My heart leaps into my throat as Johnson and I both scramble to get to cover. The last shot didn't seem to be pointed in our direction but I wasn't stupid enough to stand out in the open in this situation.

I tuck myself into a door frame, leaning out to check for any possible threats, before concealing myself again. I press my arms against my chest, gun pointed up next to my head. I look for Johnson and see him in a smilar position further into the alley. He looks over at me from the safety of his doorway and I signal back that I'm okay. He nods and turns away to look down the alley.

A full minute passes in absolute silence and Johnson and I lock eyes again. He signals that he's going to move forward and I nod in understanding. He puts his hand up, telling me to wait. As he drops his hand in the signal to go we both step out into the alley. I see Johnson start to push forward and I move to follow him.

I freeze midstep. We're not alone.

I can sense someone standing right behind me but before I call out, a hand wraps around my face, covering my mouth. Another arm reaches around waist, pulling me back and pinning me againt my assailant's body. I try to fight him off but it makes no difference.

I see Johnson glance back and do a double take when he notices I'm not right behind him. He turns to see where I went and we lock eyes. At that moment the hand around my mouth is pulled away, allowing me to call out. Johnson sprints back in our direction but my attacker wraps his free arm around my chest, using both arms to lift me off the ground, and begins moving backwards far faster than should be possible.

I continue to thrash and shout, trying to break free. As we move I hear a vehicle approach and screech to a stop. There's the sound of a van door being slid open and I'm pulled into the vehicle. The door slams shut as the van takes off. 

My attacker releases their hold on me just as I hear my radio crackle to life. "He took her Captain," I hear Johnson's breathless voice say "Red Hood's got Todd." 

I freeze, still facing the door. Behind me I hear a metallic clasp being undone and the hiss of a helmet being removed. I turn to face him.

After a moment of silence he finally speaks "Surprise?" he says. He lifts his left arm, carding his fingers through his hair, and sheepishly smiles at me.

"Surprise? You kidnapped me!" I shout at my husband outraged. 

"Yes, but-" he starts to argue but I interject.

"No buts, I told you no more kidnapping me."

Removing his hand from his hair he wags his left index finger in disagreement. "Technically you said I couldn't kidnap you for any more date nights. This is our anniversary, totally different." He says this like it's a logical argument. 

I cross my arms and glare at him. I allow a few moments to pass in silence before I sigh in defeat, dropping my arms to my sides.  "The precinct is going to catch on eventually, Jay. This is the fifth time." I say to him.

He leans forward and places a hand on my cheek. I can't help but lean into it. "I'm sorry, baby," he says softly, looking into my eyes. "I won't do it again. I just really missed you and I was looking forward to actually spending our anniversary together this year." The lights from the passing street lights reflects off his eyes, his thumb stroking my cheek. 

"I missed you too," I tell him honestly. 

Just then I hear a phone ring. Jason lets go of my  face and leans back, reaching into the pocket of his cargo pants. He pulls out his cell phone and answers it, smirking at me. 

"This is Jason," he answers casually. His smile widens as his eyes sparkle with humor.

"Commissionor Gordan, what can I do for you this evening?" I let out a groan, knowing how this is going to go. The caller responds but i cant make out what's said. 

Jason sucks in a quick breath and responds "Oh no! What do you mean he took her again?" His tone is overly concered but he's still grinning at me playfully. I stick my tonuge out at him and he he raises an eyebrow in response. 

When it's his turn to speak again he gets back into character, "He can't keep getting away with this.  I'll be right there. Please, Commissioner, please find my wife." Another pause. "Thank you sir," and he hangs up. 

I roll my eyes at his theatrics. "So what's the plan now?" I ask. 

Jason leans over and opens the hatch separating the cabin from the rear of the van. "Hey Dick, pull over at the next corner."

"Will do Jay!" Dick cheerily calls back. 

"Dick?" I ask surprised. "How did you get roped into this riduculous scheme?"

"That's easy. I'll do anything for the sake of love," he responds wistfully.

I let out a laugh. "Of course you will."

The van pulls over and Jason and I step out. I see Dick still sitting in the driver's seat with his police radio held up so he can speak into it. He gives me a thumbs up and shouts through the open window that he'll be out in a minute.

As I go to step away from the van I turn to tell Jason goodbye. As I turn he grabs my waist and pulls me flush aginst his body. His other hand tangles in my hair as he bends down, bringing his lips to mine.  I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. By the time he pulls away I'm out of breath. 

"I love you, Mrs. Todd," he says quietly, our lips only inches apart.

"I love you too, Mr. Todd" I respond back with barely a whisper.

I hear the van door slam shut and reluctantly turn around. Jason keeps me in his arms adjusting to embrace me from behind. I feel him press a quick kiss to my hair before resting his chin on the top of my head. Dick walks around the front of the van to where Jason and I are waiting. 

"Alright, so I radioed in and let disptach know that I found you after you escaped on foot. I told them that you seem uninjured but didn't go into detail about anything else. A squad car should be here in a few minutes to pick us up." 

"Thanks Dick," I say. 

"Yeah, thanks Dickiebird, Jason adds. 

Dick tosses the van keys in our direction and Jason removes one arm from around me to reach up and catch them. 

"You should probably not be here when they get here, Jay." 

"Good point," Jason nods in agreement. He releases me and I step back, turning around to face him again. He gives me a quick kiss, still enough to still make me weak in the knees.

"Happy anniversary," he says with a smile. He turns and begins to walk away but stops and looks back.

"See you at the station," he calls back to me. "I'm sure you're too traumatized to continue working tonight," he adds with a wink before getting in the van.

"You're insane!" I call back to him with a laugh.

Not even a full minute after the van disappears from view I hear the familiar sound of police sirens approaching. 

[eitaababe]

EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !

chapter four. games.

a/n — i swear i planned for this to be cute at first-

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you wake up to the sun in your face, groaning tiredly. you roll over, tangling yourself deeper into the dark blue sheets when you realize—

you don't own blue sheets.

you scramble, trying to untangle yourself but making it worse, causing a bit of havoc. you look underneath the blanket, sighing in relief and laying back down tiredly when you see you're clothed.

the peace doesn't last for long, though.

as the door opens you recognize the boy behind it, with his ocean eyes and messy curls.

"you took me home?" the questions comes out more like a demand, and ao'nung chuckles at your tone.

"not like that, if that's what you're thinking," he starts, handing you some advil and a glass of water. "for the headache," he adds, quietly.

"i was gonna call an uber for you but you were so adamant on being a broke college girl and how you didn't wanna blow fifty bucks on a mile drive, and then you started going on about how you could sleep on the couch and there was no way in hell i was leaving you with the team—"

"oh my eywa," you groan, all your memories from the night before still foggy. "did i do anything embarrassing?"

"you're an amusing drunk, that's for sure," he laughs, recalling the few memories he remembers. "i let you change into a pair of sweats and my shirt. and then lo'ak called, he picked up tsireya and i let him know i was with you."

"oh, that's good," you nod, downing the glass of water. "remind me to never go drinking with you ever again."

"i'm a good drinking partner! i got you home safe, didn't i?"

"sorry, does this look like my apartment to you?"

"you get the point," he scoffs teasingly, about to head back out of his room. "i made breakfast, bring your lazy bum out whenever you feel like it."

"mkay." you smile at him before he leaves and shuts the door, leaving you to observe his room.

it's plain, for the most part, definitely a minimalistic style and exactly what you expected (not that you were thinking of being in his room). the walls were a comforting color grey, and his sheets felt as soft as ever. there was a simple closet with a desk next to it, and you smile as the peaceful quiet of the room, and how the window is slightly open, noises from outside heard and sunlight pouring in through the cracks of the curtains.

after looking around you grab your phone that was laying atop the table, texting your friends to ensure that you were alright. you walk down the hall, following the smell of food and locating the kitchen, finally realizing ao'nung's appearance.

he's near the stove, cooking tool in hand and flipping over some pancakes. it's not that what grabs your attention, however, because your eyes quickly drop to his toned torso, uncovered and tan. you almost gape at realizing how fit he is, counting one, two, three, four, five six—

"take a picture, it'll last longer."

you turn red, eyes widening apologetically. "i didn't mean- i mean i meant- fuck what i-"

"i'm messing with you," he laughs, the sound booming throughout the room and it's so contagious, you chuckle yourself. "i'm cooking some more pancakes, i put your plate on the table. and i hope you like orange juice, that's the only thing i had in the fridge."

"it's more than enough, thank you, really." you're more than grateful and unsure of how to demonstrate it, with him just meeting you and yet letting you sleep in his own bed, in his own clothes, eating his food, in his kitchen.

"tsireya would kick my ass if she knew i left a girl alone at a party like that. especially in your state and you being her friend." ao'nung picks up on what you're feeling, and you're somewhat surprised at how well he's able to read you.

it almost makes you feel special, that you were the girl he took home last night, when you go quiet and shove a bite of the pancake into your mouth and start to wonder if you aren't the only girl he's done this with.

"what're you thinking about?" his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, slightly muffled behind his hand as he covers his mouth full of food. he leans back in his chair, giving you quite the show, and you blush again at the sight.

"nothing." you shake your head with a soft voice, smiling politely and taking another bite.

"c'mon, it's not nice to lie to someone who gave up their bed for you." he smiles, and you melt just a tad at the pearly whites he flashes.

"just wondering how many girls you do this with, that's all." you finally admit, trying to play it off casually, but the pink that dusts your cheek most likely gives you away.

"don't think i've had a girl in here for breakfast who wasn't tsireya in the past few months except you, sweetheart." the nickname falls so naturally off his tongue, and he falters, realizing you aren't part of some fantasy he can't let go of.

he recovers though, before you can even realize.

you're too flustered to notice the cracks in his armor, or to notice he's putting up any defenses at all. you can't tell what he's playing at, or what he's working towards. part of you wants to suspect that he's playing at some game, maybe, but you're unsure of just what.

what you don't realize, however, is that the game is you.

FUN FACTS !

— y/n used to have a crush on neteyam when they were younger

— kiri's a little skeptical of y/n going home with ao'nung but she hasn't said anything about it

— ao'nung was telling the truth about girls in his apartment, the last time someone was in there was when ivy came in there for the rainy night

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