#lyric drabbles

[locke-writes]

2k Celebration - Lyric Drabbles

Request Start Date: March 28th, 2023 at 7am PST

Request End Date: April 4th, 2023 at 7pm PST

-Individual posts will be created indicating the time that requests will open and close

Request Posting Date: April 11th (this is just so you know when you can expect your requests to be posted)

How To Participate

Send an ask with a lyric and a character along with the fandom they’re from (must be a character I write for, feel free to ask before requesting)

Using only the lyric as inspiration I’ll write a drabble using the character of your choice

You can send in as many requests as you’d like but since these are going to be written as drabbles they do need to be in separate asks

Let me know if you have any additional questions and I’ll answer as best I can

[chrissv4mp]

𝜗𝜚 MINE.MP3

NAVIGATION ; OCT 17 — BONDAGE

WARNINGS: SMUT, fingering, overstimulation, squirting sub/dom dynamics, switch!billie, switch!reader, whiny!billie, established safeword (not used), sextape.

NOTES: erm... im gonna be BROKE by the time december comes with the converse & the isolated vocals record releases like 😓

WORDS: 3.1k

SUMMARY: Billie wants to try something new. However, you decide to flip the roles the second she thinks you're under her control.

TAGS: @mseilishmwah @sophloveswomen @mxqdii @livialifesblog @devynscomet @her-favorite @br4ttyeilish @wiidfi0wer33 @loving1dsworld @tan1shere @fallingforfalll2 @cierraonline @dandelions4us @scarlittt @ifwdominicfike @hrtsdollie @xoluvx

BILLIE EILISH × F!READER

The quiet beating of your girlfriends heart relaxed you, your eyes shutting slowly but not feeling like you were ready to fall asleep just yet. You wanted to be with her for a little while longer, her fingers running through your hair and massaging your scalp as you drew invisible circles and other shapes on the exposed skin of her stomach where her top rode up.

Your breathing seemed to be in sync until you felt the girl beneath you flinch and heard a quiet gssp. You let it pass by your mind as nothing, probably a laugh, but then again, you didn't hear her sweet chuckle. Maybe it was something scary on her phone? You shouldn't think too hard about it.

Still, you turn your head upwards, getting a small glimpse of her face through your half-closed eyelids. When she looked back at you, though, you caught something swirling within her irises.

She smiled at you, shutting off her phone and placing it on the nightstand just beside the bed before turning her whole attention towards you, "Gettin' tired, mama?" She asks, her voice soft as she tilts her head, taking her lower lip between her teeth gently.

You shake your head, your lips curving into a smile as you change your position so that you can see her entire face. You brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, your fingertips gently grazing her cheek.

Billie raised an eyebrow as her hand left your hair, moving to toy with the belt that was still around her waist. She didn't want to get up and disturb your peace just for her own comfort. Besides, she'd make good use of it in later times.

Your eyes traveled down her body, stopping at her waist, where her hands carefully undid the buckle and slipped it through the first loop of her jeans. She doesn't miss your wandering eyes, her smirk growing wider as she pushes her hips up to slip it through the rest of the loops.

Instead of placing it on the nightstand or getting up to throw it back into the closet like she did every night, she leaves it lying in her lap, sitting up straight as her eyes move back to yours.

"Wanna try somethin' new," she whispers, eyes growing darker with each passing second. Your eyes dart from the belt to her own eyes, throat running dry at the husky tone of her voice, "If it's okay with you. I'm not forcing you."

Your heart flutters at her soft words, her mind still set on your own comfort and not hers. She always wanted to make sure you were okay with it before she did anything. You nodded before she could say anything else, no hesitancy in your movements at all.

Her hands are still on the belt, toying with the buckle and looping it around her finger at times, "Wanna..." She mumbles, breathing in deeply just at the thought, "Gonna tie you up. 'S'that okay, Y/N?"

The way your name falls from her lips makes your pussy throb, the excitement clear in your voice, "Yes." You hear her exhale deeply, biting her lower lip with much more pressure than before, eyeing you up and down as she grips the belt tighter in her hands.

Your breath caught in your throat as she scooted closer, taking her hands off the belt for the first time that night. Her large hands rested on your waist now, fingers slowly creeping under your shirt as she breathed against your neck, lips only inches away from your soft skin.

"So soft." She mutters, kissing your neck softly, smirking as she feels you tense up beneath her hands. They slowly pull your shirt over your body, scooting back for only a moment to take off your shirt and then instantly being back at your neck.

Her hands reach higher, noticing immediately that you hadn't put on a bra. Her smirk just widened, chuckling softly as she licked a stripe from your collarbone up to your neck, sucking on your skin, "Such a dirty girl. Not wearin' a bra today, huh?"

All you do is shake your head in response, too lost in your own thoughts to even realize that she couldn't see your face. You just got so dumb around her, especially when she touched you so gently. Your body trembles, lip tucked between your teeth as your hands move up to tug softly at Billie's hair.

Each time you looked at her, your eyes gravitated right to her hair. She just looked so good with it like that, but you also wanted to see it messy. You wanted to see her hair ruined and messy all because of you.

You groaned softly as Billie pinched your nipple, biting on your neck gently at the same time and sending multiple electric shocks all throughout your body, "C'mon.." You whimper.

Billie giggles quietly at your impatience, hesitantly pulling herself away from your neck to admire the marks scattered all across your skin. Her fingers grasped your chin gently, tilting your head back and blatantly ignoring your complaint, "Y'look so perfect. Wish you could see."

Her entire body freezes as those words leave her mouth, an idea popping into her brilliant mind. You were gonna see. You were gonna see every little bit of this, replay it if you wanted to. She wanted you to remember this.

It wasn't anything new, recording moments like these, and neither of you were against it. It made adrenaline rush through your veins, and when you saw Billie get up to retrieve her phone again, your thighs clenched together.

"Jus' wait—Stay there." Billie mumbles, almost too quiet for you to hear, but you make it out, your eyes already locked on her lips.

She leaves the belt on the bed before she disappears into the closet, rummaging around for the tripod she had gotten after the first time, the struggle being too much to do again.

As you blink, she's back again, and she's wearing nothing but the bloshs dogtag she always had around her neck. Blink. Her hands are carefully setting up her phone on the tripod. Blink. She's back in your arms, scattering kisses all down your body, her tongue leaving a trail of fire across your skin before wrapping her lips around your nipple.

Her free hand toys with the other, rolling the erect bud between her fingers as she moans against your skin. You swore you could get off just by her little moans, her own pleasure turning you on just as much.

Now, her cold hands are tugging at the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down quickly. She couldn't wait to watch you writhe and squirm beneath her hand, unable to do anything but whine and beg as you tug at the restraints.

Her head spun with multiple images of you, but none of them would compare to real life. She wanted to see it with her own eyes, not just her imagination. She hooks her fingers in the hem of your panties, pulling them back before letting the elastic snap against your skin.

She watches as you flinch, the action sending shivers down your spine as you support yourself on your elbows. The belt is back in her hand as you blink again, her hands unraveling it and letting it grow to its full length.

"Hands above your head." She demands, her soft tone from before completely gone. You never understood how she could switch personalities so quickly, but you'd never complain.

You comply with her, moving your hands above your head and feeling the skin of your knuckles graze the headboard. Billie bites her lip at your obedience, the wetness between her own thighs only increasing as she slowly pulls the thin fabric of your panties down your legs.

She's quick to throw them somewhere across the bedroom floor, crawling over your body and getting ready to tie your hands together. Her dogtag dangles above your face, grazing your cheek and causing goosebumps to rise on your body.

As her hands finally reach yours, you intertwine your fingers, eyes locking for a split second before you're on top of her, and she's beneath you. Her breath hitches, eyes wide as the belt is ripped away from her hands.

Your eyes are darker than before, the dim light of the lamp hitting the side of your face perfectly, illuminating the soft features of your face.

A whine erupts from Billie's throat, frustration boiling beneath her skin as she struggles in your tight grip. You slowly loop the belt around her wrists, tightening it by tugging it firmly, emitting a whimper from your girlfriend.

"Y/N.." She breathes, lips parted as her chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, staring up at you through her eyelashes as she huffs, "Baby.. Thought—'M'thought you said—"

"Didn't say I wanted you to tie me up. Just said..." Your hands leave her wrists, traveling down her sides and pulling her thighs apart, "That I wanted to try something new."

You lean close to her ear, lips grazing her skin, "Don't try to put words in my mouth, Bills." You whisper, hearing an annoyed groan come from her throat. Your palm comes down harshly on her inner thigh, feeling her body jolt beneath you.

The once dominant look in her eyes turned into a look of submission, her resolve crumbling at the palm of your hand. Her eyes are glossed over with lust, biting her bottom lip as her gaze travels down your body.

Her hips buck involuntarily, the cool air making her thighs shake momentarily. Your hands pull her thighs apart again, one hand staying planted on her thigh while the other creeps lower.

Your fingers dance along her inner thigh, tickling her skin softly and making her thigh flex. She was always so sensitive, so responsive and reactive. Your eyes glace up at hers for a moment, smirking before they rest back at her pretty pussy.

Her hips buck again, pussy clenching around nothing as she breathes through her nose roughly, "Use your words." You scoff, a hint of amusement in your tone as you slap her inner thigh again.

"Please, babygirl—Y/N, fuck—Just.. fuck me." She begs, her mind racing with a million different thoughts as she throws her head back against the pillows.

"Don't tease, just..." She trails off, the end of her sentence a mess of mumbles and incoherent words. A strained whimper leaves her lips as your index finger runs through her folds slowly, torturously.

Your heart beats fast, your fingers collecting all of her built-up arousal as your middle finger joins in on the fun. After a few swipes, you stop at her clit, rubbing slow, tight circles on the sensitive bud and watching as her thighs begin to tremble.

Her wrists fight against the belt, fingers grabbing at nothing but the air. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, head pushing against the soft pillow as her toes curl.

She can already feel her orgasm coming, and your fingers had only been on her for just a few seconds. The excitement had gotten her too worked up beforehand.

Your lengthy fingers finally slide into her cunt, the wet noise making your pussy throb and your head spin. You were already drunk on her, and you hadn't even had a taste yet, "'S'all for me?"

Billie nods, your words muffled in her ears, too caught up in the pleasure to even speak any coherent words to you. Her hips grind against your fingers, the pads of your digits rubbing against her spongey walls just right.

She cries out as you curl your fingers, the hot feeling running all down her body before finally gushing onto your fingers. She couldn't hold it, not when you moved your fingers so slowly, so softly.

You don't say a word, breathing heavy as you push the sweet seed back into her pussy, her thigh flexing beneath the hand that rested atop of it. Her moans are strained and guttural as your pace picks up. Your fingers slam against her cunt, filling her up to the brim just to pull back out almost completely, then repeating. Over and over again.

"'S'mean.." She cries out, voice quiet as she struggles against the belt, heart beating so fast it felt like it'd pop out of her chest any second now, "Fuck—Y'so.. meann.."

A chuckle emits from your throat at her mumbled words, your fingers only working harder to bring her her second orgasm. One that would have her seeing stars. Your fingers curl against her g-spot, rubbing her in just the right way.

Her back arches off the mattress, choking on her moans as she pulls at the belt around her wrists, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to close her thighs. The hand on her thigh only grips her skin harsher, keeping her still as your fingers wildly pump into her pussy.

Your eyes travel up her body, landing on her tits and the way they rise and fall with each short breath she takes. A quiet moan falls from your lips at the sight of her, writing beneath your hand and crying out your name.

Her phone camera caught it all, from the little whines she made to the loud sounds of your fingers slamming into her wet cunt, "'Feels good, huh?"

"Tell the camera how it feels, baby." You huff, biting your lip as you feel her clench around your fingers, "So tight, fuck." A sigh falls from your lips, eyes still staring up at your girlfriend expectantly.

"S'good—Fuckk..!—God, baby, feels so fuckin' good..!" She says between moans, stuttering as the burning feeling in her abdomen starts to come back, "Ma!—Y/N, please—God, fuck."

You can't take your eyes off her, not even if you wanted to. Your eyes were locked on her body, eyes moving to her wrists every time you caught movement in your peripheral, then darting back to her face as she gulps, lips parting and trying to warn you of her impending orgasm.

"Can't hold—'M'gonna cum, babyy...!" She whines, her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her clammy palms. Your fingers make a scissoring motion, rubbing against her walls and breaking her once again.

A choked moan escapes her throat, stars and colors flashing behind her eyelids as she squeezes them shut. Her thighs tremble uncontrollably, but your fingers never make the effort to stop, even when she's trying to squirm away.

Cries fall from her lips now, throat dry and voice coarse as she tries to get away from your hands. She could stop whenever she wanted, and neither of you have ever forgotten that, "Just say it, and I'll stop, Bills." You say softly, your smirk growing wider as she shakes her head.

Her wrists are almost white from how hard she tugs against the black and blue belt, tears streaking down her cheeks and running down her neck as she lets out the most pathetic sobs and whimpers. Her hips buck against your fingers, her actions contradicting her mumbled pleas for you to slow down.

"Mmh..!—Gonna—" She cuts herself off with a quiet gasp, the noise repeating over and over again in your ears 10x louder. You feel her slick squirt onto your fingers and your wrist before you hear her fast, short breaths.

Your fingers slow down this time, pulling out after her thighs threaten to close for the millionth time that night. The sticky substance coats the inner parts of her thighs, and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful.

You bring your hand up in front of your face, spreading your fingers and watching as her cum creates a web between the crevices of your digits. Biting your lip, you stifle a moan, the hand on Billie's thigh carefully drawing circles on her skin.

"Look at me." You command softly. Her reaction is delayed, her body weak, mascara staining her cheeks as she takes a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes are locked onto you, eyes sleepy as her struggle against the tie around her wrists stops.

A sweet smile comes across your face at her tired demeanor before your lips part and you stick out your tongue. Billie whines pathetically as you place your fingers right on your tongue, wrapping your lips around the digits as you swirl your tongue around them, finally getting a taste.

Billie sighs as her wrists struggle against the belt again. She just wants to touch you, hold you. She just wants you. Her eyes flutter as she mumbles something, watching as your fingers slip from out between your lips, licked clean of her sweet juices.

Her eyes follow you as you scoot down further on the mattress, cheek resting against her inner thigh as you smile up at her contently before your tongue licks a stripe from her entrance up to her clit. She whimpers quietly, shaking her head weakly as her thighs close around your head.

Your tongue laps at her pussy like she's your last meal, getting every last drop of her sweetness as she mewls out into the room, tears brimming in her eyes again, "I know, I know, Bills.."

"Just gotta clean you up." You mutter in your defense, words muffled against her swollen bud, kissing it softly before coming up from between her thighs. You crawl up her body, hands finding her wrists and carefully undoing the buckle of the belt, throwing it on the empty space of the bed beside your two bodies.

Her hands immediately reach for your waist, hugging you close to her body as you lean closer to her face. Your lips are almost touching, your breath soft on her lips, and her breath soft on your own. She quickly closed the gap, having been deprived of your soft lips on hers the entire time.

She moans into your mouth as she tastes herself on you, hands scratching at your back softly as she pulls you closer to her body. Your chests press against each other, eliciting soft sounds to fall from your lips onto hers.

"Was that good?" You whisper, foreheads touching as you both close your eyes. Billie hums in response, too tired to even speak a word. Her breath fans across your face, soothing you as you fall completely into her.

Her nails drag along the expanse of your back, scratching softly as she nuzzles her face in your hair, breathing in your scent and slowly relaxing again, "Love you s'much."

You kiss her neck softly, smiling against her skin at her gentle voice, her words even softer. You leave a few more kisses along her neck before replying, your hands running down her sides, "Love you, too."

KINKTOBER ML.

[fortunapre]

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ♫ Lando Norris x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ♫ You Lando can’t stay away from each other, no matter how bad you should be running for the hills.

This is heavily inspired by the song “Run for the Hills” by Tate McRae

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 16+, use of Y/n, 3rd Person POV

♪ 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 ♪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ♪ 𝐋𝐍𝟒 ♪ 𝟐.𝟓𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Did this idea also come from the possibility that Lando (or his car) might be featured in Tate’s new music video? yes. Yes, it did.

Never gonna ever be more than just something that’s fucking me up,

Should run for the hills, should run for the hills

Should be running for the hills the way you touch me.

This dilemma you’re in, is nothing new. Partners with benefits? Friends with benefits? Sure, but it's a bit more complicated than Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake. 

If anyone, meaning anyone, found out about your relationship (if you could even call it that), you’d both be fired. Ended. Then in your case, probably disowned. 

Across from the table, your secret sits a few seats away, chatting with another member of the team. Occasionally, you make eye contact and its never casual glances because his eyes hold a type of want that makes your skin burn. Each time your eyes meet, it’s like a secret signal. His hazel eyes hold promises that you swear could end wars. Or start them. Whatever he wanted, probably. 

No matter how much tension and stolen glances passed between you two, nothing could ever come of it tonight. He, Lando Norris, is a McLaren Formula One racing driver, and you are untouchable to him. Because you are the daughter of a rich man, a rich man who happens to be the leading sponsor of the McLaren Racing team. Your father’s business is so large, that if any reporter, coworker, friend, or teammate caught wind of an interpersonal relationship between you and Lando, he’d be ruined. Nothing stops the media from taking lies and twisting them for any audience that’ll listen. 

It’s been about six months of team dinners and other events since your family became a McLaren business partner. Six months where you’ve gotten way too close to Lando. Originally, you listened to your father’s warnings about dating anyone McLaren-related, but with Lando, you couldn’t help yourself.

The flirting became more than playful, and the careful touches became purposeful. Up until last night, the most you two had ever physically interacted is small brushes of your hands in crowded rooms, or that one time you swear he grazed your leg while sitting in a conference. Then last night, at the hotel your family and him were conveniently sharing, you let your needs win. You went to his room because you couldn’t sleep and wanted company at first, but then he invited you to his room's patio hot tub. 

Hotels, late nights, hands through my hair,

Long talks, red eyes, clothes everywhere…

You talked a bit, kissed a bit, kissed more, explored each other, but never did anything serious. Eventually, you both shared the realization that your family might come looking for you, so you stopped. However, ever since you left him last night, you’ve only been able to think about his hands and his lips. Little did you know, he was stuck on the same thing.

You both wanted it, and were willing to throw everything out of the window just to be in each other's reach. So, what was stopping you?

That was the same question that was running through both you and Lando’s mind tonight.

‘What’s stopping us?’ Your eyes tried to communicate to him, while tilting your head a bit. 

He let a smirk slip at first, but then immediately hid it, hoping no one caught him. If anyone followed his eyesight, they’d easily catch you two looking at each other with more fire than the hibachi stove next to you. 

You ate silently and talked to other business moguls around the table, trying your hardest to ignore how Lando was practically undressing you with his eyes. 

“So, Y/N, how’s life treating you?” A man who is two seats away from you changed the subject from baseball and directed it to you. He was wearing a classic pinstripe 3-piece suit that looked like it was going to pop open any second. He had an air that absolutely radiated money, or perhaps that was just the cologne that’s been burning your nose all night. 

You twitched your nose at the smell, then plastered a fake smile when looking at the man. “As good as it can get, I guess.” You answered him and took a look around the table, seeing how everybody has stopped to listen to your conversation. 

There were some people that you recognized, and some that you didn’t. (And one person that you wished you knew everything about.) Some people wore nice clothing, and others were dressed in casual or orange. 

“Good, good,” the man added while stabbing a piece of steak, swirling it in brown sauce on his plate. He shoveled the food into his mouth and continued nodding like he was still going to speak. He waved his fork in your direction, as he chewed. At first, he looked like he would never swallow the food. Finally, with what looked like a painful gulp, he cleared his throat and spoke again. “You, uh, getting into the family business anytime soon?”

“Sorry?” I asked, slightly confused with his wording. I was already in the family business, and I was sure he already knew that.

“Excuse me,” he began again. “I only meant to ask if you had put any thought into properly naming yourself an owner of your family’s company.” 

You were at an age where most business owners started inheriting the business, but your father was as healthy as ever, so there was no need to think about that. Maybe the man was looking for an opening to join your family’s company? 

“Oh, um, I’ve already prepared myself to inherit the business when the time comes, if that’s what you're referring to, but my place as a business representative is serving me well enough at the moment.”

The man nodded again, shoveled more meat into his mouth, nodded more, then gulped. “Ahhh, I see.” 

His words shouldn’t have meant anything rash, but his tone was so sour that I almost flinched. Anyone that wasn’t in the industry wouldn’t think twice about his wording, but when you’ve been surrounded by people like him all of your life, you catch the real meanings. In high class motorsport business, people rarely ever say what they actually mean, so you have to learn to understand their underlying cues. 

For example, someone could say “your business has been running pretty consistently recently,” when they really mean “I know you're going into debt nana nana boo boo.”

This man said “Ahhh… I see,” in a way that sounded very impolite.

“Sorry, but it almost sounded like you were doubting my daughter’s future.” Your father spoke up, cutting off the man who was speaking to you. Your father must have also caught on to the man’s tone. The man shook his head quickly and looked around the table, trying to explain. Everyone’s attention was still on our conversation. 

Even Lando’s. Especially Lando’s.

Lando looked like he wasn’t enjoying the man’s accusations, eyes almost predatory. 

You looked away from him, and back to the blubbering man. “No, no, no, no, no, sir. You must understand. I was only curious whether your daughter’s recent affairs had affected the re-”

“Affairs?” My father spoke louder. He didn’t look at me for clarification, he just looked angrier at the man. 

“Well, I mean, everybody’s noticed her and the McLaren racer becoming uncomfortable close for a business relationship.” The man looked both nervous, yet proud of his words. 

Your eyes widened. You were not expecting this man to know anything about this. You were mortified, safe to say. He had just outed you and Lando to a table full of people you were keeping your relationship the most secret from. 

“Get out.” Your dad stood from his chair quickly, asserting dominance, and showing his power. Two people from your father’s side ushered the man out quickly.

You were thankful for your father’s actions, but also terrified of how he might react to this new drama floating around the table currently.

Whispers clouded the table: “Y/N and Lando? No… maybe Oscar?” “You've seen them, right?” “No way!”

You looked at your father, as he sat back down. You wanted to explain, but he spoke first. 

“Honey, I know he was just trying to get under your skin. I never liked him anyways.” Your father spoke, trying to comfort you. “Plus, I know you are smart, and you and that Mclaren boy’s relationship is nothing but friendly business.”

Instead of fighting him, you let him believe that lie. “Yes. Yes, just friendly business, Father.”

He smiled with agreement and went back to the dinner. 

Your mind was still reeling with the events. Hopefully everyone else believes the same thing as your father. Hopefully no one knew the truth: that your's and Lando’s relationship was anything but professional or business-like.

The dinner had reached its end very soon after that altercation. Now, you and your family were pulling up to the hotel. As soon as you stepped out of the limo, you caught sight of a familiar body standing near you.

��Sorry.” you heard Lando speak up, facing your father. “I was wondering if I could speak to Y/n.” Lando asked very confidently, like he his request was nothing out of the ordinary. Meanwhile, your father looked at Lando with one of the most intimidating frowns you’ve ever seen. 

You touched your father’s arm lightly, signaling that he could trust you. So, your father let you go, reluctantly, but he trusted you. Maybe he shouldn’t. 

Lando waited until you were out of sight from your family, around a corridor, when he grabbed your hand and dragged you into a nearby room. You can’t say you didn’t expect this.

“Lando- what?” You tried to reason that your family could be waiting but Lando cut you off fast. 

His lips met yours with force and determination. You let whatever you were going to say die into a small moan against his mouth. 

Your mind was running again with scary thoughts of your father catching you two, or maybe even Lando’s boss. However, those thoughts instantly fizzled away when Lando slipped his arm around your waist, bringing your bodies close.

You were flush against each other, sharing body heat. Lando being so close was the exact remedy to any and all anxiety-inducing thoughts. You were this close before, sure, but this time felt so much more intimate.

It’s almost like the tension had built up from the dinner, and this small feeling of body-near-body made that dam break. Now tension and lust were washing over the two of you in a tidal wave. 

However strong your feelings for Lando were building, his are easily doubled.

Lando has been waiting to touch again ever since last night. The insatiable need to be near you, feel your body, hear those whispering noises you make when you kiss, was incredible. If it wasn’t irrational, he could have pulled you away during the dinner. Recently, that line between rational and irrational has been blurring more and more every time he’s near you.

He, of course, got the same warning as you about workplace relationships. Actually, he was basically threatened and scolded, because Zak couldn’t trust him as far as he could throw him when it comes to romantic relationships. Or keeping anything professional. 

He knows how worried you are about your business, and what bad publicity could do to it’s reputation. So, despite how bad he wants to ignore the warnings, he goes along with it to keep you safe.

In general, the entire relationship is just a god-awful idea. You should have stopped as soon as it started, but after last night…

Maybe the danger’s covered by the thrill,

‘Cause I know I should be running for the hills.

The way you touch me…

You tilted your head up slightly, deepening the kiss. He felt your submission and licked a stripe across your bottom lip.

Anytime you two have been intimate, kissing has been a key part. At first you were disappointed when Lando kept teasing your lips instead of your body, but the longer you kissed him, the more you never wanted to stop. Lando was a phenomenal kisser, and he knew that. 

The kiss moved from soft to hot and frenzied. You felt his tongue trace along the seam of your lips, begging for entry. You let him in and he quickly dominated your mouth. Anything Lando did with the kiss was insanely sexy, like he knew he could do no wrong.

You broke away, hoping to only catch your breath and go back to his lips, but he pulled away.

��Wait, Y/n. Listen, I’m sorry. I know how us being seen together could create a whole lot of shit…” He was silent for a bit. His words brought back the anxiety pounding in your mind.

You were worried he was rejecting you, but his next words were unexpected. 

“But, god, Y/N. I need you. I couldn’t fucking care less about your father’s rules or the media. I know we should stop. Trust me, I’ve tried mentally slapping myself anytime I think about you.” He started moving back to kiss you. “But no matter how hard I try to stay away, you keep pulling me back in.” He said the last part against your lips. 

All you could do was breathe harder. Of course you agreed with him, but no words were coming out of your mouth. You wanted to spill all of your feelings just as he did, but your thoughts were just fog at the moment. Perhaps, if you’d actually even said anything, it wouldn’t be comprehensive at all.

So instead you settled by pulling him closer by his tie and smiling. He must have gotten the hint because he dove back into the kiss. 

After you both finally express your feelings, nothing should come between your relationship anymore right? 

Except, like it was described at the beginning, this is much more complicated. 

Days later, you still weren’t dating. Actually, you didn’t know if you would ever date Lando. 

Either way, again and again, you still meet up in dark corridors and hotel rooms. 

“I need you, Y/N.” Lando told you after you tried to end it out of worry that you’d be caught.

“Lando…” However hard you tried to stop seeing him, your body fought against you. “Alright, but we need to be especially quiet. Please…”

Don’t tease me, and keep me around like it’s easy,

When you know deep down that it’s

Never gonna ever be us.

You were like magnets that could never be apart for too long. No, you were never going to be able to publicly date, and this secret partners-with-benefits ordeal was insanely risky. But, like a hobby that turns into an obsession, or a flame that turns into a bonfire: A little taste was never enough. 

I get obsessive with you.

All that I want is attention from you

Break into my life and break all my rules, it's true…

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togame jo cannot find it in him to refuse when you ask him to accompany you to your friend's city. just as their city is known for the violence and suspicious activity surrounding it; the one you’re currently in shines in contrast— infamously known for inhabiting so many students, the night never comes there, all the places and activities are for those with a young blood.

and you look so happy! giggly and giddy, rushing left and right after your friend as if pulled by them, and dragged by your hand thightly latched onto his, he follows in cue.

it's only the second day and already three in the morning, the streets have gotten quiter but there are still people here and there, he notices. you and your friend shout a bunch of letters in unision, the name of a club? perhaps. he has lost track a while ago already, his attention solely on you.

"come on, jou–" you drag your words, "it'll be fun! just a couple a' drinks an' moving around." "i could really do some moving around." one of your friends interrupts and he can hear it in the poor bastard's noise, they mean it literally, body aching for a good stretch after an entire day of exploring, eating and drinking.

The city is too loud and fast for his preferences but he manages alright, your arm pressed to his side, grounding him before overwhelming sensations can take over.

he obliges without a word, your assurance silent yet clear in your eyes already. when it gets too loud, the lights burning up or the people a bit too much, the two of you just can excuse yourselves and dip out for a bit. it doesn't help his case that all the songs are somewhat dirty, and you are dancing right behind him, so close yet so far away, body barely brushing his. In your element, in your own bubble, unbeknownst to anything else surrounding you; be it the others dancing together, eyes of strangers’ watching the lot of you or how you’re slowly driving his resolve up to a wall.

you mumble something about going to the bathroom and he follows in tow. what self restraint he barely had left is all bu vanished by the time the clear night air hits– early morning? the nights have been of lighter color for the past weeks, and all he can focus on is the chill air and your warm body pressed against his.

"quite the interesting songs you were dancing to." he leans in with a loopsided smile when you look a bit better to stand on your own, balancing himself with one arm against the wall and you right before him.

"really?" your voice comes low, "haven't noticed." you lie with a smile, leaning further into the wall.

"if the offer still stands, i'd like to take my chance." togame says, slowly dragging his free hand by your waist. he really hopes he heard the lyrics right in the midst of all that, else, well, it's not like you'd poke fun at him forever for it, but the embarrassment would stick with him for weeks.

letting your eyes close at the sension his hand creates for you, you focus on his touch– soft, faint and burning. when you meet his gaze, you are smiling, looking at him in a way he can only describe as sultry.

"for you? always."

as soon as the words leave your mouth, he closes the distance in an instant, lips latched onto yours, body pressing you further into the wall until there is no space left.

[veecocogirl]

~ 𝖡𝖤𝖢𝖠𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖨𝖬 𝖨𝖭 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖸𝖮𝖴 ~

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : nothing is better than the tropical holiday you share with billie, and the sweet moments you have by eachover

• billie eilish x (female) reader | SHORT

* because im im love with you - billie eilish (unreleased snippet)

✩| 𝐒𝐅𝐖 | 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 | 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 | 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓 |✩

𝐈𝐓 wasn't often you and billie had time to unwind together like this. sure you came to all of her shows when you could, and you always had the sweet time together in the hotels afterwards. but this time it was special. so special. you two sat upright on the warm and bright sand, admiring the clear tropical waters in reach of you. the summers rays holding your back, as well as billies hand caressing it. "i swear i'd stop breathing, if it would benefit you. if that's all i had to do" life was going so slow, yet so fast. no social media, just you and the love of your life on a beach. "it's beautiful here, hm?" her voice like silk among the slight crash of the waves and breeze. "gorgeous" you hummed.

she looked so beautiful, as she always has. honey blonde hair tied back in the messiest ponytail, bangs swept across her forehead. she was truly jaw dropping, even in the dim light of the sun. billie turned her head, catching you staring. "cmere you-". her hands ran slightly down your waist, urging you to lay with your back on her chest as she held your hands in front of you. this remained this way for what felt like forever, but it was never long enough. you yearned always to be in her arms, away from the concerts and paparazzi, to feel her, to have.

"id give up everything, because im in love with you".

"yes im in love with you."

[heretoobsessstuff]

So. Following my post the other day, i caved and wrote a little piece inspired by the song a house in nebraska by ethel cain.

John was dreaming. Dreaming of a house in Nebraska.

Gale was there. Lying next to him on a dirty second hand mattress they had found on the side of the road. The room was empty and silent, except for their soft lingering pants and the quiet rustling of the curtain dancing in the wind by the window. Their room John thought. Their little room on the second floor, where they had found each other, where Bucky had kissed Gale like he had never been kissed before, where he had touched Gale in places not even the sun had warmed. The room where he had spoken to Gale like he was the only one who existed in the world. No one else had ever been this close. No one would ever be this close.

John turned to lay on his side, position mirroring Gale’s. For a few minutes, they just watched each other. Gale’s eyes looked soft and glassy. The soft orange light of the sun filtered through the windows, hitting the side of his face just right. John didn’t have anything to say. Nothing to say that would convey the weight of the love he was feeling then. So heavy, all consuming, almost morphing into devastation. He stayed silent and instead reached a hand to cradle Gale’s jaw, his fingers tracing patterns on his cheeks, brushing against the freckles like he was mapping constellations. Gale closed his eyes, his face smoothing into a small peaceful smile. The world was empty and quiet save him and Gale. The war was thousands of years away.

“If we died tonight, I’d die yours, John” Gale’s voice had been quiet, barely above a whisper, rich and beautiful, warming John on the inside. It travelled through his ears and filled his head like warm honey, tinged with sadness. In their room in the house in Nebraska, death didn’t exist. John didn’t want to hear Gale talk about dying so he leaned forward and kissed Gale like he was the oxygen he needed to live. Breathing him in, exhaling slow, stopping any more words from spilling out and ruining him even more.

It hurt to wake up. It hurt to open his eyes and remember that Gale was gone. That they hadn’t been home in months and they were never going home. The dirt road leading to the house, the one he and Gale had spent hours to build together would stay empty and their mattress in the room back in their house would collect dust and lay there forever. John was never going back. He was never going back to that house but it was still the only place he called home.

It hurt to drive up to the forts and sit by the jeep every night, drinking bottle after bottle to forget, only to make it worse and end up on the ground weeping like a child, praying to a God he didn’t know existed to bring Gale back to him. To wake up tomorrow and have Gale be there.

It hurt when people would ask him if he was alright and he’d have to lie and say he was doing fine. He wondered if they knew, if they could see it in his eyes that he was dying. That he’d kill himself just to hold Gale one more time.

When he was packing Gale’s things in his footlocker, tears falling drop by drop, he ended up picking a book, only to drop it when his hands shook too much. Something fell from in between the pages and he had to lower himself to sit unsteadily on the ground, his knees no longer supporting his weight when he saw what it was. The picture of the two of them, him and Gale, from back in flight school, right there on the ground next to the book.

Gale was smiling. He looked beautiful. John loved him so much and he had lost him. Gale had been his whole world and he had just lost him forever and he felt so alone without him. God, he felt so alone.

With trembling hands, he reached inside his pocket and took out his lucky deuce and tucked it inside the book right where the picture had been and closed the box. He didn’t need luck. Who needed luck when they had already lost everything. He thought of their home. The home Gale may never go back to. John may never sleep in that room, in their house, next to Gale ever again.

He held the photograph in shaking fingers and traced their faces. Their two faces next to each other, suspended in time. Buck and Bucky, the only two pilots left up in the air. He kissed the picture, folded it carefully, and tucked into his breast pocket. Next to his heart, where Gale would live forever.

It’s only you and me against the world now, Gale.

[etherealily]

art // f.odair

Part 1 : Guilt

[2/3] Long.

Finnick Odair + fem!reader. Warnings : Cuss words, SFW but discretion advised, mature themes, hurt/comfort

Desc. : The trauma card.

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SIX WEEKS LATER

Finnick doesn't know when it happened.

His plan had been to basically only shift Snow's focus from his family to you. You, a random stranger he could have zero ties to and could afford to lose if times got tough.

But now? His focus had been shifted from survival to you.

He finds himself mulling about, wallowing in too much sorrow to have been unnoticeable.

He didn't need this. He was already dealing with his own problems.

Thankfully, you didn't seem to have taken the ordeal during the Games too seriously, and now he was back to having only an endless string of Capitol assholes in his bed every other week.

Thankfully, because he had no idea what the hell he'd do if you actually ended up getting attached, or looking to him as some sort of protection, or actually caring or loving him - his heart couldn't take that. His conscience couldn't take that.

Or maybe, he had it all wrong.

Maybe you weren't distancing yourself because you didn't give a shit about him.

Maybe his well-being had nothing to do with this.

Maybe you were distancing yourself because you hated that Faye had died.

Right. Made more sense. What a narcissist he is.

Worst part of all this, as mentioned, was that he was actually starting to give a shit. A thing, he'd been told, he did far too often.

In the week you'd spent at the Capitol with him, he'd grown to like far too much about you.

You cared about Faye? He liked that, a lot.

You got really worried every time he came back from 'filming promos' with bruises? He liked the way you tried helping the only way you could. Which was, apparently, trying to take his mind off of it by regaling him with the mundanities of a day in your life back in Four.

But what he especially liked was that you didn't absolutely lose your shit in laughter when he held your hand in his sleep. He figured you'd pull away. He figured you'd snort and call him a baby.

But you didn't.

You didn't just let him, you allowed him, which, in honesty, only Finnick knew best how different those two were.

And he loved you all the more for it.

Liked. He liked you all the more for it.

"Hey.", he says, looking up from his rope to you.

He loves when he gets to come back to Four, but what he loves most is when he gets to come back to you.

Because you understood. You didn't understand the full extent of what he went through at the Capitol, but you'd spent enough time there to know that it wasn't really a place you could miss.

"Hi, Finnick.", you reply, sitting by him. "You don't get rope burn?"

"I do. But check this out.", he boasts, baring his calloused, red palms to you. "Scars of a warrior. And...", he begins, tugging on the ends of the knot and tightening it, "...knot of a warrior. It's impossible to undo. Try, c'mon."

"I'll take your word for it."

He shrugs, gently tossing the rope down and listening to the soft shift of sand to make space for it. See, he'd always loved this about sand. Always, always made space for anything. No matter how pathetic. How broken. How sinful.

"I was thinking."

You look up from the rope on the sand beside your feet up to his eyes. "Mhm?"

"Maybe... y'know, only if you're interested... I mean, I'll teach you how to take photos.", he says, coolly, his dimpled grin coming in to save the day, his sea-green eyes running over your face desperately, and his sun-touched hair being moved by the wind and placed elegantly in front of those very eyes.

"With your camera?"

"What else?"

"I just... you're really protective over it."

"No, I'm not."

"You slept hugging it."

"Well, yeah, 'cause you were in the Viewing Room, and I-"

He decides it's best to shut up then.

"I'm not protective over my camera. Do you wanna learn or not?"

"Sure."

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That night sees him leaning back on the couch, welling up with tears of laughter as you struggled to hold the fucking thing properly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!", he yells between laughs as he sees you pissed and threatening to smash the camera.

"How hard is it? C'mon, cradle the camera with your left, Y/N. Cradle, like a baby!"

"That's not how I would hold a baby!"

"How would you hold a baby?"

You demonstrate what you'd done when you'd had to babysit, and he bursts out into further hysterics, placing his glass of whiskey down as you pick up yours to take an irritated sip.

"That's very motherly, but it's not going to get you any photos."

"Well, fuck photos then!"

He raises a brow, watching as you come sit by him, placing his chin in your shoulder and looking down with you at the camera in your lap. "You sure? Don't you want to make art?", he asks, a wisp of wonder in his tone.

"Fuck art."

"Fucking can be art."

"Sex is not art, okay?!"

Who the hell were you trying to convince? Finnick 'Capitol Whore' Odair?

"What is it then?"

"I dunno, like, a way to have a baby?"

"Really? So that's the only reason you'd have sex? It's a means to reproduce?"

See in theory, yes, you knew that it wasn't, but you had never thought of any other purpose for it. Because when push came to shove, even if you were in District 4, the possibility of mortality hang over all your heads everyday. Not really top priority to think of fucking.

"Well, yeah! Why else would you? You need to keep population up or the Peacekeepers-"

He nods, closing his eyes as though he finally understood why you said what you said. "Ah. You're thinking of Panem."

"Don't we live here?"

"They don't do population checks."

"But I heard-"

"I know what you heard. Trust me, your service is not required. Other districts are doing a good enough job keeping the remains of humanity booming in number."

You sigh. You're not getting out of this until he's changed your take on sex, that's clear.

"You can't possibly think sex is only for giving birth."

"No way."

"No, seriously. Imagine a canvas, right?"

"Okay."

"Paintbrushes. A curve of paint, a flick of your wrist, a deep stroke across the canvas."

"Mhm."

His voice drops to a barely audible whisper and it makes your toes curl. In a very good way. "Now", he breathes, "Imagine the canvas is skin."

That pretty much did it for you.

"Finnick."

He hums, almost laughing, but not quite. "Just listen. Eyes closed."

You obey, because when Finnick Odair asks you to listen to him verbally fuck you, you do.

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Yep. Sex is art.

And you were covered filthy with his words.

But to his credit, yes, they did help you take good pictures.

They also made you wonder why the hell someone who described sex so intimately and preciously would fuck everything with a pulse in the Capitol.

He frowns from the bed, where he sits shirtless with his arm on his knee, posing for you. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Okay, so, me."

Fuck.

"That's what's blocking your art, so just get it out. Ask me whatever."

"Okay, how many times a day do you have sex?", you scoff. Should serve him right for asking such a-

"Five."

"Five? FIVE?"

"Well, I mean.... technically zero." He tenses up.

"What? Wait, that doesn't make sense."

"Look, sex and fucking are different! Sex is more intimate! Okay, look, I just think if you don't see the art and the beauty in everything we do, then it's just... life becomes mundane! Painful, even."

"Yeah. Yeah. Okay."

He's about to riot. Why weren't you pushing?

"Seriously. I just can't... I can't be without assuming everything happens to eventually become art. It hurts if I don't."

You nod and he breaks. Boundaries are only required when he wants them to be. And right now, he's in the mood to spill his brains to you. He's in the mood to bare his soul to you.

"Uh... you know, uh, we should go back to-"

"NO, Y/N. Listen!", he pleads. He doesn't want your usually welcome distractions - not now - and he doesn't want a palate cleanser. He wants you, he realizes, horrifyingly.

"What?"

"I don't... I've never had sex. But I've fucked. You know what I mean?"

You... kind of seem to, but he's not sure. You look like you're treading ice, walking on eggshells around him, which he doesn't blame you for. He hasn't forgotten his outburst the first night you'd met.

"So... you get it?"

You shake your head, and he's mildly relieved. Good. You didn't get it. He'd spoken without thinking, and he didn't want to make himself filthy in your eyes. Not that he was some angel now, either - he saw the way you still looked at him. Sellout, your gaze scolded him.

"It's okay. I didn't really expect you to."

"Why not?"

He inhales and shakes his head, shrugging. "Context? Lack thereof."

"I mean, why would you fuck people you didn't want to be intimate with?"

He's aware that the laugh that follows is only exacerbating your confusion, but you'd genuinely, genuinely, amused him. Because you were basically him before the Capitol. Wide-eyed, not entirely innocent, but definitely not well-versed with the world.

You were him and yet also the polar opposite.

Patting the spot on the bed next to him after shifting a couple of roses away, Finnick watches as you tentatively place the camera down safely first before sitting next to it. Fuck.

"Are you confused?"

You look up at him totally normally, unsuspecting, and trusting, worst of all, and he swears he's about to kill himself.

"What?"

"Are you confused?"

"Yeah, like, I don't know what this button does-"

"No, no, I mean... about what I said."

You pause. Yes. "I mean, slightly, but you don't have to talk if you don't want to."

"Do you want to hear it?"

You frown, and he tsks in urgency, his hands on your shoulders. "Do you want to hear it?"

You nod vehemently and he lets go.

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You're pretty sure it's three am by the time he's asleep. And it's in your arms. Tell twelve year old you that. She'd riot. She'd scream.

Finnick Odair's just bared his soul to you and now, he was utterly vulnerable.

You can't really fall asleep, not after that. Not after knowing that the lanky fourteen year old you'd hero-worshipped on TV when you were eleven had been forced into a room with a Capitol pervert two days later.

You look down. He's twenty-one. He's been doing this shit for seven years. Three years short of a decade. You look back up, at the wall in front of you, and although you can't help it, you get visions. Your mind conjures up its own versions of what happened to him, and you pull him just that much closer.

And that was impossible. Because he's only a couple rules-of-physics away from genuinely melting into you. He no longer seems to feel the need to hold your fingers, and instead, has wrapped himself around your torso and plans to stay there.

Fine by you.

You rest your head back against the headboard. He'd seemed to have struggled, opening up. He'd seemed to not know what to say at all and simultaneously not know where to start first.

You look down again, searching for the ocean in his eyes. Not there. Good, he's still asleep. You don't even feel the regret that you're supposed to feel for judging him, for insinuating that he slept around simply because he could. You can't feel that regret, not when so much anger overtook you.

The gold of his hair spews out from between your fingers, and you find yourself moving your fingers lower, down to the curve of his forehead, the dip of his nose, the plush of his lips, the turn of his jawline.

Beauty is rewarding to everyone else but its owner.

Your thumb rubs over his cheek and you sigh.

It all seems to make sense now, honestly. Why he chose someone from his District to photograph instead of from the Capitol. Why he hasn't been a complete asshole to you.

The white roses in every photo.

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Finnick wakes up much earlier than he usually does when he's at the Capitol, but then again, he preferred to relish every moment he could spend back in the District.

The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is your hand.

He'd ended up sleeping in your arms, and you, being utterly, stupidly considerate, hadn't moved an inch.

He gently pries himself away from your arms, attempting to move your head down to the pillow instead of the neck-sprain-inducing position you'd assumed on the headboard. You seem more comfortable on the pillow.

His pillow, his mind notes, though he has no idea why.

The morning air outside beckons him to move closer to the sea. No one, not even Snow himself could stop him from this call.

He quickly freshens up, brushes, washes his face and then he practically soars out to the sea.

The water engulfs him, but it feels more like an embrace. An embrace that, not an hour ago, you'd had him in. He momentarily, terrifyingly considers basking in it for eternity. Letting the water hug him into oblivion. But no. His family's out there. You're out there.

He smooths his hair out, and squints out into the horizon. I mean, he could just go. Only if he managed to get past Panem borders, but if he did manage that? God, would he be set!

He could live out the rest of his days never having to see a rose again.

He could live out the rest of his days painting, photographing, he could maybe even build a boat.

He doesn't know how to build a boat.

But that doesn't matter.

Because he could do anything he fucking wanted. For once, his life would be his.

He turns his head shorewards, expecting the sharp disappointment of being ripped away from his fantasies, but instead, he finds you there. You wave and he basically sprints underwater to reach you.

"The water's amazing, come in!"

"I can't, not this early in the morning!", you call back out.

He almost asks why, but he doesn't want to pressure you. Not everyone can comprehend the beauty of an open, vast, unforgiving and unbiased sea. One that, just like sand, doesn't discriminate in its cruelty.

He'd rather unbiased cruelty than biased adoration.

Such comprehension only stems from trauma. Trauma that he would never wish upon you. He'd never wish it upon his worst ene- no. No, no. He wishes trauma upon Snow. 100%.

"What are you doing today?!"

"I've got to buy things for my home and then I've got tutoring!"

He loves the mundanity of it all. The way you almost grumble as you say it. The way it seems like you also want to just spend the rest of the day lounging with him.

After a moment, he asks, "Can I come with?!"

You look so pleasantly surprised by that, like you think it's a joke that you haven't understood, but his expectant look finally tells you it's not.

"Why!?"

He smiles, lifting his hands up in a comically exaggerated shrug that sends water droplets flying to his sides. "'Cause I can!"

It's mildly unsettling to him how normal you're being. He's pretty sure the whiskey and the tension of last night brought to light things he'd much rather muffle into the dark, but you don't seem affected.

In fact, you seem sort of relieved. Like you've finally understood something that had been bothering you for a while.

You probably think you know exactly why he'd suddenly brought you into his life, and that's what brings him back to reality.

He's still using you. The whole thing about his trauma? Wasn't that basically to get suspicion off him? Maybe that's why he did it.

His mood now soured by his own doing, he essentially stomps out of the water and slumps next to you, trying to ignore the familiar discomfort of wet sand on his skin.

Wet sand that you pick off for him. Fuck.

You couldn't be a bitch, could you?

If you'd been a bitch, this would be so much easier.

But no. You apparently had be fucking extraordinary, didn't you?

"You're actually coming to the market?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"And then tutoring?"

"I'm older and wiser, Y/N. I could probably tutor better than you. Also, I can actually hold a camera."

"Wow, so that's how it is. Ad hominem remarks."

It's embarrassing, to say the least, that after talking such a big talk about wisdom, he doesn't know what 'ad hominem' means.

"Yeah. That's how it is." Cop-outs are always effective in such situations.

You snort, moving your foot back and forth in an arch. "Finnick?"

He hums. "Have you ever needed Tesserae? Like, before the Games."

He nods. "Yeah. Once. It was a very bad storm, so fishing wasn't really going well."

"It's funny, Faye never needed Tesserae. I mean, her family did, but obviously they didn't want it to go into her name. So she was clean. But she still... y'know."

"I want to say something about fate, but I'm not sure it applies here."

"No, it does."

"How so?"

"I've been looking at it kind of... harshly, but it helps.", you say, turning to the sea in front of you. He briefly wonders whether the orange horizon reflected in your eyes brings forth the same daydreams that he just had, in your mind.

"I just figure... it's probably written in stone that she has to participate in the Games. Maybe it was just a matter of when. Maybe this was a kindness done by God, or the universe or something. So that she had less memories, less to leave behind."

He bites the inside of his cheek. "So you're saying that she died so young because it would have been harder if she had died when she was older, with more memories with the people she loved?"

"It sounds terrible, but it was something my elementary teacher told us, when we were first taught about the Games."

He nods, trying to plead with the horizon to give him something to say.

"That was a shitty way to start the morning. Sorry.", you mutter, and he aggressively shakes his head.

"Shit's on your mind, but it doesn't have to stay there, okay?"

You nod. "How is it we're not hungover?"

He raises a brow. "Sea air. Does wonders."

"I live way too far inland, then. Should just stay in the Victor's Village forever."

"Yeah, you should. You got kids in your family?"

"Yeah, my niece and nephew, why?"

"Bring 'em all here, they can actually have a childhood with the sea thirty paces away. I'll teach them stuff. Rope tying, swimming, shit like that."

You smile softly, and it makes the sea air sweeter for him.

The words are left unsaid on both your tongues. They can have a childhood until eleven.

"I'm sure they'd love it if you could teach them."

He tries not to notice the cameras in the distance behind you, but it's really fucking hard.

"We should go."

"Why? It's nice, and I've got...", you reply, looking down at your watch, "...like, a half hour left before I need to go."

"No, let's go."

You figure that, since this wasn't a common occurrence, there was a reason for the roughness with which he led you back inside.

"You gonna tell me what that was about?", you ask as he picks out an apple from one of the adoring fruit bowls someone has sent him.

You've become bolder, grown more of a spine, but asking him this terrifies you, for some reason. Probably because you know he'll tell you the truth.

"There were cameras."

"Aren't you used to it?"

He tosses the apple up in the air and catches it before he washes it in the sink, turning to you as he takes a bite. "But are you?"

You shake your head, catching the one he washes and then throws to you the next moment.

"Exactly."

Nodding, you take a bite.

"What? What else do you have on your mind?" He reads your mind with an unsettling talent.

"What are they saying? Y'know, about us?"

"Just... you know, what you already know. That we're in love. And shit."

"You didn't want the cameras to capture the lack of love, then?"

Whoa, you were hitting hard. "Uh, no, I just thought you'd want some privacy."

"You already got me to come to the Capitol and take fake pictures to pacify Snow."

"Yeah, but-"

"So what is private about my life anymore? I didn't even know I cared so much about my privacy until it went away."

He's been there, done that.

"You're saying you want cameras on you?"

"I'm saying that from now on, they're going to be on me either way."

His chewing slows, and he nods. "Right. Sorry."

"You don't have to - you know that isn't why I said that. Don't apologise."

Alright, now he's more sure than ever that you have some skewed idea of what's going on, one that paints him as someone who accidentally got you into this mess.

Licking his lips, he moves over to place what he wants you to construe as a loving arm around the shoulder. But it's actually a guilty one. A terrified one. A fuck-if-this-goes-south-I-will-lose-her one.

He squeezes twice. "I've got you."

It's hard to say that without scoffing. He's barely got himself.

---

Finnick realizes lots of things by the end of the day.

One, if you want to go somewhere where no one cares who you are and be shoved around, it's the marketplace.

Two, you were wiser than him.

Three, your trust in him, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, was blind. Blind, and infuriatingly so.

Which is why when he finally dropped you home, you said something that, if you didn't have blind trust in him, would have immediately sent of warning bells in your head that he was an absolute asshole who was using you.

"Peacekeepers seem to have multiplied around here."

And his instinctual reply should have been enough to make you realize his entire plan and scorn him to hell.

"Yeah, they used to circle around mine more."

Yep. His plan had worked. Snow had begun to send him silent warnings that now, if he didn't do as he said, the "love of his life" would be killed.

And he didn't know if it was relief or sadism, but momentarily, he found a slight bit of joy that his family wasn't the one under more immediate threat than you.

God, he was such a bad fucking person.

"Maybe they're there to protect me.", you scoff, and he laughs, following you into your house and locking the fucking door.

"Yes, President Snow is known for his extraordinary empathy."

"Is he going to threaten to kill me if you don't... y'know?"

He nods. "Yeah, but I'm used to it. And you'll be safe, trust me."

"I don't want to if you aren't. I can't live with that knowledge.", you say, pursing your lips as you place the items on the kitchen counter.

He looks around and his environment aligns with what he expected a house with two kids to look like. "Where's everyone?"

"There's some school thing. Something to honor Faye and Kai, so my family's not here."

"You didn't go?"

"I don't know if I can.", you respond, shrugging.

He sighs, sitting on the chair while you perch up on the counter, his forearm grazing the side of your knee. "She was lovely."

You nod. "She'd have loved this."

"Loved what?"

"Busy days. She was a tiny bit weird like that. She liked having something to do, and had a whole itinerary planned."

He chuckles incredulously. "Yeah, right. She was thirteen."

"No, she came by every weekend, knocking on my door and telling me the time slots for tutoring. I'm not kidding."

"Oh my god.", he remarks, shaking his head.

"She was so neurotic, in the best way. Said she loved being able to crash into bed after being productive the whole day."

He grins. "She sounds amazing. I wish I got more time with her."

You shake your head. "Wouldn't ever be enough."

He stands, pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry."

The only two words he has the right to say to you, and the two you keep rejecting, cluelessly.

"What?"

"I should've done better."

"You did the best you could. Sometimes, even District 1 Careers die."

It kills him that you think he's talking about the Games.

You look at each other for a while, and he frowns softly before his eyes move to your mouth. His lips follow soon after.

He kisses you, and then pulls away, making sure you're not absolutely repulsed, and you don't seem to be, and so he keeps going, his hands on the back of your neck, in your hair.

You're kissing back. "That's all that matters", he thinks, rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

No repulsion.

Not yet, anyway. Because he'd noticed something that you hadn't, right outside, pointing straight at you.

Cameras.

God, he was such a bad. fucking. person.

[hyukakisses]

hey darlinnn i want to make a request 🥹 take your time and if this doesn't inspire you to write don't stress it, ok? <3 but... hear me out... emo hyuka protecting sweet shy crybaby ( but mega loser!!!! ) reader from jerk bullies. him being super mean and scary to them and then being so soft and sweeeet to the reader after. love you <3 - 🪽

(awww omg i love you too thank you :3)

-emo huening kai and his soft spot for you!

pairings: emo hyuka x fem reader

plot: random huening kai having a soft spot for reader headcanons

warnings: cursing, fluff, use of pet names, mean (scary) hyuka, sweet (loser) reader who’s also a crybaby

-you never really spoke on campus unless it was necessary or to your boyfriend, this action causing classmates to pick on you more than the average person.

-you tried not to let insults get the best of you but it was kinda hard when you were crying about something all the time

-hyuka quickly caught on that something was bothering you, demanding you to tell him what was wrong because he hated seeing so upset :(

-immediately after you explained on how you were picked on, huening kai took that matter onto his hands he wasn’t a firm believer of ‘talking things out’ he felt like violence was always the answer

-when you finally got left alone by the said people that were harassing you, you asked huening kai what did he do out of curiosity.

-your boyfriend would lie to you, not really wanting you to know about how he dealt with that situation with violence seeing how again you were a crybaby and something as little as seeing a stray cat on the streets could ruin your whole day

-when huening kai told you that he just simply talked it out you sighed in relief. you didn’t know your boyfriend was a big scary person. to you huening kai was your own personal plushie. the way he spoke to you as if you were a puppy, the way he would always come up with quick solutions to your problems and comfort you whenever you were crying which was often.. the idea of hyuka being scary just seemed so unrealistic

-huening kai also was the lead guitarist in his band, and even though you thought his little college band was silly you always showed your support

-you definitely weren’t the working out type, you spent most of your time sitting at home face in a big of chips mindlessly scrolling through tiktok reels while huening kai was often at the gym working on a set

-you later found out the same people picking on you were hospitalized. this scared you a bit because what happened? you weren’t heartless so you showed some type of compassion

-of course when you told hyuka about it he just brushed it off kissing you to get you to shut up about the whole situation

-huening kai is definitely the time to make you boo baskets with falling being in the air, buying you the cutest halloween plushies literally doing anything to help you get your mind off of the most recent events in your life :(

-sure hyuka would lie to you about what really happened to your bullies but who cares? at least he was protecting you >3<

[pinkiebieberpie]

i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮

supernatural masterlist

[judes-hoe]

“Baby, we could take it to the bathroom, you know you ain’t even gotta ask me” smut with Jude 🥰🥰

Doing this and another to help people understand how it works

You and Jude out at a club with friends and you’ve been grinding on him all night to every song. You said something to him that pushed his limits and he’s pulling you to the bathroom. He pushes you in then he goes in and locks the door behind him. He bends you over the sink and pulls your dress up a little, he pull his shirt up and holds it with his chin while undoing his pants, he pulls his cock out and teases your entrance getting his tip wet, he slips in and a moan slips out ur mouth. He pulls you back against his chest, hand around your neck and kissing your neck. ‘Teasing me all night could’ve just said you needed me to fuck you love’ he said while fucking you hard from behind. He’s watching as you bring you hand behind you as you feel up his chest. He’d throw his head back cause he loves when you touch his chest or trace his abs. After you both cum he’s telling his friends you “threw up” and needed to go home. But when you get home he just fucks you again.

Request your lyrics and person please🫶🏻🎶

[fluffysucker]

Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader.

When the toughest and grumpiest of men meets the embodiment of sunshine

ALL ONESHOTS COULD BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince

In no world were you meant to be together, but in every universe, you were meant for each other

Lost in a film scene

The first date.

We paint the town blue

Your first I love you.

Battered and Bruising.

You received a distressing phone call.

Than I was at 16

You didn't expect how your day would turn out to be

There's nothing like this

Bucky looks at you, and your relationship

Main Masterlist

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated.

So I'm starting this universe, which will also be known as Bucky and his princess.

I will keep adding to it as we go on. There is no specific timeline or storyline that I will be following. Just ideas and concepts.

I will be taking requests for this universe. Anything you want to read for these two, I will be more than happy to try it

[batsvnte]

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 — Everything has to be in order to make this trip worth it. In one hand you had a bag full of supplies. Water and food with bits of medical equipment in case you get in trouble that was running low. A journal with some sort of entertainment to write about your travels. It’s always been like this for an while and you were fine with just that.

But, there had been unexpected hiccups in your wandering adventure so you opted to have another item on you. A wagon that you had gotten (scammed) from a man who was a local of another planet. He didn’t really look like a local, just some random visitor. You didn’t really have any other option than to choose some wagon that could possibly hold anything and everything you needed.

By that, anything could mean an grown man that was knocked out who was incidentally bleeding out slowly on your wagon. When you had stumbled upon him, his wounds were deep and he was bleeding vaguely fast. You couldn’t leave him on the ground with abominations running rampent around the place and you didn’t know if you had enough time to get help before he died from the wounds inflicted. So you did the best thing you could think of.

You had done the best you could to tend to his wounds without using up all of your supplies. Getting your hands covered in blood wasn’t on your list for the day, but it didn’t really matter at the moment. You just hoped that they would focus more on the injured man on your wagon than the fact that it looks like you had murdered him. You were too young to go to jail.

Getting a good look at his appearance, you couldn’t place where exactly you had seen him before. He was on his side where the wound wasn’t located on. Though his blueish, raven hair covered parts of his face. You couldn’t focus on that now. You just had to get him some help at the moment.

It was a torturous one hour of having to wait out monsters strolling by, wheeling the wagon to one place to another without the worry of him falling out and going up the little hills that could possibly mean danger on the other end. It was horrible taking those shortcuts that you were extra weary.

But thankfully, the wagon had held up long enough to come across an small little store. You nearly felt like collapsing in the process of relief that you found the store in time, but at the same time it was one that had an automatic system mandating it. An AI that you had no trouble with. But it was a buggy one with major and minor difficulties with one being that you couldn’t call for help.

You did have a plan in mind to get through this. Which took nearly forever with washing the blood and getting bandages, medicine, and other things needed.

“Will that be all?”

“Yeah…..”

It was wrong to leave the guy out in the back of the store with semi-untreated wounds. Fast tapping against the glass counter as the robot had process everything that you had purchased. Nearly 50 credits but it would be worth it. You cautiously glanced out the door for anyone else coming in and also at the robot that took forever to get everything.

“Have an go—“

No time to let the clerk finish its sentence. You felt bad but it wouldn’t possibly matter right now. Rummaging through the bag as you sped walk back over to where you last left the wagon, but as you rounded the corner there was… nothing. Nobody. The man was gone.

The only thing that was evidence of his existence was the bloodied bottom of the wagon. And a neatly folded paper at the corner of the wagon that was free of blood. You plucked it up from its spot, unfolding it with careful care.

“Thanks for taking care of Bladie <3”

Confusing and a bit weird. No other word that could tell who it was from. A friend of ‘Bladie’s’ you had assumed. You shoved note back into one of the pockets of your jacket and took an small blanket to cover up the top of it. The smell would draw attention but for now would do it. Just as long as you didn’t run into anyone.

It wasn’t till much later you gotten into another spot where you could rest your legs. Hopefully taking the time to clean the blood from the wagon. You couldn’t stop thinking about the man and the note left behind. The name was familiar, and the man as well.

Looking up you found a poster plastered on the rocky wall in front of you. The picture of the man that you had found with an bounty and information about him. Your stomach dropped as you took in the information.

“Damn… I helped a wanted criminal”

The possible thought of getting into trouble loomed over you. Though it would be a funny little story to mention to your friends. You were too distracted by that to noticed that there was an purple sticker stuck on the side of your wagon.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

New Soldier Boy series teaser! 👀

Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't you ain't doin' it right Oh Lord take me, my drug is my baby I be using for the rest of my life

[twigg96]

Where’d ya hear that at?!

Daddy! Daryl X Reader

Era: Alexandria

Warnings: Fluffy Wholesome Fluff, Daryl being a dad, Kids being kids,

POV: Daryl

Pronouns: You

Summery: When Daryl takes your little family for a walk he watches his youngest daughter Lillian play while you try and teach your eldest two (Phoenix and Beau) some basic survival skills. Daryl plays along with his littlest's antics.

A/N: Inspired by this video XD

Walking slowly along the dirt path Daryl watched as his youngest hopped playfully from puddle to puddle wet and muddy from the past rain storm. You were a little farther behind, he could hear your soothing voice informing his eldest of what berries were safe to eat before scolding his son for chasing a frog down the path and refusing to pay attention. It was quaint moments like this that felt so surreal in the world they lived in.

"Poppa." Lillian's sweet voice cut through the fog of his mind. Looking down at her he smiled. "Yeah, baby?" He asked. Lillian smiled up at him walking over from the puddle she had been jumping in. It had long since run dry from her splashing and left nothing but thick mud for her to play in. Holding out her hand for him to take she smiled widely. "Can I go jumps in the big one now?" She asked pointing with her free hand to a rather large, deep looking puddle farther down the path. Instinctively, Daryl scanned the area, taking his daughter's tiny hand in his own. "Course baby girl." He muttered walking with her, glancing back at you, Phoenix, and Beau to make sure you were all safe.

"Poppa." Lilly whispered, pulling on Daryl's arm. "Do we need to hide?" She asked, worry filling her eyes. Daryl felt himself wince at the toddler's question. He hated that his children needed to be so vigilant. Hated that they needed to know where they closest shelter was or what to do if he and their mother was no where to be found. It killed him inside. Looking down at Lillian's sad, scared eyes Daryl tried to swallow the lump in his throat, kneeling down. "Not right now." He muttered, but the fear was still evident on his little one's face. "Ok." She whispered, kissing Daryl on the nose. "I love you, Poppa." She whispered, hugging his head tight. Daryl couldn't fight the chuckle tearing through his throat at his daughter's sweet actions. "Love you too munchkin." He muttered, watching her wander off towards the puddle.

"Poppa!" Lilly called over her shoulder as she took the first leap, giggling loudly when muddy water splashed up all over her. "Watch me, Poppa!" She giggled. Standing fully Daryl chuckled through his nose. "I'm watching, baby." He said proudly. Stepping out of the puddle Lillian rounded it for another go, this time jumping in at a different angle. Giggling loudly as she was splashed once more, she began to stomp around wildly singing to herself joyously. "Mary had a little lamb!" She started singing, giggling as the splashing matched her voice. Daryl smiled scanning the forest around them. "I am the Queen! Queen of all of Alexandria! My name is Lillian and you will listen to me!" She switched up her song next giggling as she made up words to her song. "Queen of Alexandria huh?" Daryl teased, playing along with his daughter. A round of fitful giggles filled the air and more splashing came as Lillian kicked wildly. "Yeah! I am!" She squealed. "Don't think your uncle Rick would like that much if you took over Alexandria." He teased, laughing as Lillian squealed and ran all around the puddle. "Well... well... then I'll just be the princess!" She squealed defiantly. Daryl nodded smiling at his daughter. "Ah... ok."

The kicking slowed down a bit and fell back into a type of rhythm. A sly grin slid across Lillian's face as she kept looking to her father making sure he was watching before she began to sing again. "Hi! I'm Ethan and I'm fourteen!" She chimed to the beat of her feet. Daryl cocked a brow but stayed quiet. "Slaying girls with my massive Pe-" Daryl froze staring at his daughter in disbelief, fighting the urge to laugh all at the same time. "Lilly!" He barked, making the little girl freeze in place. "Where'd ya hear that at?" He asked, staring down at the three year old. Tears welled in her large dark eyes and her lip jutted out as she stared up at her father. Pinching the bridge of his nose Daryl sighed. Kneeling in front of her he scooped her up, ignoring the mud that covered her. "I ain't mad at ya... I just wanna know where ya heard that at?" He whispered, bouncing her on his knee soothingly. Clinging to his neck, Lilly sobbed but nodded. "B-Beau..." She sniffled. Why was he not surprised...

Standing with Lilly still in his arms he rubbed her back shushing her lovingly. "It's ok. Calm down. You're not in trouble. Just don't say stuff like that..." He whispered kissing her temple. "Matter o' fact... just don't repeat what Beau says at all." He muttered. "Ok, Poppa." She whispered. "How about we head home? Get you washed up for the night?" He asked, glancing to the darkening sky. Walking towards you he gave you a reassuring smile watching as his two eldest played. Well... more like Beau was chasing Phoenix around with a snake he found trying to get her to hold it. Lilly nodded squeezing him tightly yawning sweetly. "Ready?" You asked, standing on your tippy toes to peck Daryl's lips. Daryl hummed nodding with a sigh as you both started on the path towards home. "Beau..." He called. "We gotta have a talk when we get home..."

[marcobodtseye]

SKETCH PAGE

Ft Reiner and his ghosts, Outlaw jean, and Saloon owner Marco

(My handwriting’s bad, this is what they’re saying

Jean: How’s it going, freckles?

Marco: Get out of my saloon. You’re scaring the patrons.)

[spaceshipellie]

taylor swift lyric pranks on ellie

this is a silly smau/ellie texts just for shits and gigs. no warnings i don’t think, enjoy <3