#maybe I'll come back to it after I watch someone else get kicked around for a while

[organic-bloodbath]

HI BAE! i want to request a fic for junhee x fem reader. like maybe reader carries her during the jump rope game? i miss her so badd

Carry her

Jun-hee x Reader

Summary: As above

A/N: We are not letting her die. Also pls request smth about No-eul or Hyun-ju 🥹❤️

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You watched Myung-gi talking to Jun-hee but couldn't hear their words. She was sitting down on a bench due to her injured ankle. The conversation didn't seem to go well at all, it was more like an argument – neither of them happy whatever the other was saying.

Eventually, Myung-gi turned around and headed towards the bridge, leaving Jun-hee all alone. The hell? Was he actually going to just abandon the mother of his child like that? You knew Myung-gi was a fucking moron but a part of you thought he still cared about her. Cared about someone else than himself anyway.

You glanced towards the bridge, the players starting to cross it one after another. Some managed to progress quite far along the bridge, while some where swept off their feet by the rope and thrown into their death.

Then, you turned towards Jun-hee and started approaching her. She had fallen into her own thoughts after Myung-gi left her, twiddling her thumbs on her lap. Jun-hee battled with herself what she was going to do – she couldn't possibly manage to pass this game by herself. She was certainly dead already, her leg fucking everything up.

Gi-hun promised to come back to get Jun-hee next, first taking her baby into safety. He was going to help her. He– Oh, who was she kidding? He couldn't get back to her in time, the other players trying to pass the game too blocking his way back. Jun-hee knew Gi-hun wanted her safe, knew that he'd do his best to protect her but he couldn't help her now. Not anymore. Jun-hee trusted that Gi-hun would take great care of her baby, keep her safe.

"What was that all about?" you asked, interrupting Jun-hee's thougths, grounding her back to the reality.

"Nothing," Jun-hee mumbled and shook her head, avoiding eye contact with you for a moment.

"Come on, i'll carry you," you offered, taking a step closer to her. Jun-hee's eyes widened as she looked at you.

"What?" she asked, sure that she had heard you incorrectly. When she realized you were serious, she shook her head and continued, "No, you can't carry me. We'll both fall."

"We'll both die anyway if we stay here," you pointed out and sat next to her, taking her hand in yours and brushed her knuckles with your thumb. "We're a team, aren't we?"

"You have to go through without me," she said and gave you a sad smile, trying to assure you that everything was alright. That it was alright to go and leave her on this side while all the others attempted to cross the bridge.

"Jun-hee," you sighed and put your arm around her shoulder. "I'll take you over there. I'll take you to your baby, alright?"

Jun-hee trusted you, of course she did. You had saved and helped her in almost every game and would offer your help now as well.

She had held your hand while she gave birth, squeezing it so hard it could have crushed your bones but you didn't complain a word. You had pulled her into a room during Mingle. You had helped her stay still during the Red light Green light when the baby kicked her, startling her. You had given a part of your meal to her because "she was eating for two" and "you weren't that hungry anyway".

Now that Jun-hee thought about it a little more – what had she ever done to you? You had helped her in so many more ways than just one, but how had she managed to help you?

Jun-hee hadn't known you for a long time but you had been there for her more than Myung-gi had during the entire time with him. She felt so much more appreciated and seen with you. That's why she couldn't possibly let you get killed because you were dragging her with you in this state.

But Jun-hee looked into your eyes, a glimmer of hope in them that maybe, just maybe, she could hold her daughter at least one more time. Maybe she could live yet another day.

"Please, Jun-hee?" you said, giving a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. "Let's get out of here, you and me."

Eventually Jun-hee gave in and climbed on your back, clinging herself tightly against you with her arms around your shoulders and neck, legs wrapped around your waist.

"Hold on tight," you whispered, making sure you had a firm grip on her too before putting your foot on the bridge. Her hand grabbed your shirt on your chest, keeping the fabric inside her fist right against your heart. You wished Jun-hee wouldn't take too good of a notice how fast your heart was beating right now.

Having looked at the bridge and the rope from afar, it hadn't looked so bad. However, now that you were about to cross the bridge yourself, the reality of it struck much harder. You made a mistake to briefly look down, seeing a few bodies scattered around the flower patterned floor, each lying in their own pool of blood.

Jun-hee squeezed her eyes closed, not daring to look down. No matter how much she did trust you, she was still sure that the two of you wouldn't make it. Well, at least you tried and didn't completely give up.

Jump, thump. Two steps forward.

Jump, thump. Two steps forward.

Everyone else had crossed the bridge by far, which meant that every player who had survived was now staring at you and Jun-hee, giving you even more anxiety than you already were going through. God, how much you hated people staring at you when you were trying to concentrate on doing something.

Especially something which would result to ending your life completely.

Then... there was the gap. Fuck, you hadn't thought of this. The gap looked wider than it probably was. You swallowed, unsure if you could make it or not.

Jump, thump. Jump, thump. Jump, thump.

What's going on, why did you stop? You were doing so well, Jun-hee thought but didn't open her eyes and kept her mouth shut.

Jump, thump. Two steps forward.

There we go.

Jump, thump. Two steps forward.

Jun-hee was waiting for the moment when she wouldn't hear and feel the thump anymore, the bridge steady under your feet. When she'd only feel air brushing her as you'd fall to the field of flowers among the other corpses. But that moment didn't come. Jun-hee still didn't dare to look how far they had progressed and also how much was still left to go. How many jumps over the rope.

Then suddenly, people started to cheer. Jun-hee finally opened her eyes and looked around her, being now surrounded by other players.

You let Jun-hee down just when the timer hit zero, her legs shaking from fear and anxiety. Jun-hee tried to comprehend the situation for a moment, trying to make herself believe that she, too, had passed the game and was still alive.

Jun-hee grabbed your arm and pulled you into a tight hug, burying her face against your chest.

"Thank you," she mumbled against the fabric, warming your chest with her hot breath. "Thank you, Y/N."

After she pulled away from you, she lifted herself on her tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss on the corner of your lip.

"If we'll get out of here alive, i'll repay the favor for you," Jun-hee promised with a smile.

"You'll save my life too some day, huh?" you smirked but felt your cheeks warming up. Jun-hee noticed the slight pink spreading on your cheeks and thought it was cute.

"Well, i would if i could. But i hope we won't end up in another life or death situation," Jun-hee smiled, crossing her fingers.

Gi-hun approached her, handing the baby over back to Jun-hee who took the baby in her arms, wrapped in her own jacket.

"Hi, sweetie," Jun-hee whispered and caressed the baby's cheek with her finger.

You made eye contact with Myung-gi who was standing a little further back but was watching you and Jun-hee, guilt and shame washing through his face. He knew Jun-hee wanted nothing to do with him anymore, that was clear enough.

"Y/N?" Jun-hee said, ripping your attention to herself from Myung-gi. "Would you carry her back to the dorm? You know, um, my leg."

She offered the baby for you to hold. You looked at Jun-hee and her baby for a moment until smiled and nodded.

"Of course," you agreed and carefully took the baby in your arms, wrapped inside the jacket. An even wider smile spread on your face. "Hi, there."

Jun-hee looked at you with her daughter in awe, the sight making her heart flutter. She knew for sure that she'd want to have you in their life.

That was, if both of you survived the final game tomorrow.

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[waterme-stories]

Whyyyyyy did they put three Miles whump episodes in a row. I actually really like "Paradise" (it's stuck with me since childhood), but I cannot watch that rectangle man go through it for one more minute

[narcissistshandler]

corruption w/ Rin Itoshi? Teaching him all he has to know

𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦

pairing. rin itoshi x male reader

warnings. teacher x student, power imbalance, corruption kink, praise kink, amab!reader, frottage, coming in pants, slight sub!rin, brief blowjob at the end, perverted and manipulative reader, masculine pronouns used for the reader

a/n. hmmm to corrupt the innocent Rin who only wants to play soccer and nothing else, delicious

He sat at the back of the classroom, in the seat next to the window that gave him the perfect view of the soccer field outside. Rin never cared much about the lessons, he used to pass all the tests without difficulty. Classes were more like background noise, an obligation that he could soon give up in favor of being able to dedicate all his time for soccer.

It shouldn't matter. Even physical education was a waste of time. Playing with the students in his class was like playing with elementary school kids.

And that shouldn't change just because a new teacher comes into the classroom that day. Rin doesn't find you as interesting as the other students, the girls are dazzled by your appearance, the boys thinking you're 'cool'. Rin thought you were ordinary.

But for some reason you seemed to like him. You always liked to ask him if he had any questions, you never failed to notice if he was in class, and the way you said his name, you always seemed to savor the letters — itoshi, you said. Not Rin, Itoshi. Formal, authoritative, always seeming to stand over Rin, even though he was your height.

"Itoshi, can you stay for a bit?" You said one day, stopping him from his attempt to leave the classroom. And only when all the students had left did you continue, looking serious and so focused on him... The attention caused something strange in Rin. He didn't like it. "Itoshi, you always seem distracted during class, is there something wrong?"

You and those eyes of yours trying to decipher me are the problem. Your voice echoing through the room in your readings. The phantom touch that my mind invents when you pass by my desk. Instead, Rin asks, "Is there a problem with my grades?"

Of course not, you tell him what he already knew. His grades were perfect.

That should be the end of the matter, but you ask him to stay again after the next class. (Itoshi, help me organize the room, would you?). And next. (I heard you play soccer, are you good? Maybe I'll watch you sometime). And the next one. (Itoshi, what is this? Is there a problem? "No," he replies, swallowing hard as his skin continues to burn beneath his shirt from the casual touch on his waist to get him out of the way).

You didn't know anything about soccer. Dribbling, corner, bicycle kicks, offside, nothing. Rin laughs, for the first time when you say that you only knew what a goal was. It wasn't funny, but he laughed anyway. He felt like a shy schoolgirl around you.

"Itoshi," you say, taking the stack of tests from his hands, fingers touching. "Teach me about football."

He goes to your place two nights later. You watch a game together, Rin is hyperaware of not being able to shut up. He explains the players' positions, the plays, throws numbers and terms at you and too many things for you to really understand. But you listen, sitting too close, looking at him not at the television.

"Have you ever been on a date before?" You ask, out of the blue.

"No," Rin doesn't even hesitate, without time to think.

"Girlfriends?" Rin shakes his head. "Boyfriends?"

"Never?"

"Never."

"Is that what it is, a date?" He asks, directly.

You shrug. "If you want." As if he had every choice in the matter at hand. But it didn't feel that way. How to refuse someone like you? Brilliant, intelligent, who listened to him chatter without getting irritated, who told him he was brilliant and wonderful. And such a good boy.

Rin didn't know what he wanted, but you did, because as soon as he shuts up and just stares at you, you're kissing him. It's wrong, a part of him knows. This shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't be in his teacher's house, much less kissing him. He shouldn't kiss you back — trying would be the better word.

"You're always so quiet, but I knew you wanted this as soon as I saw you. A boy full of desires, who just wants to be seen and loved, isn't it?" He nods, sighs against your mouth, a little lost as to what exactly to do with his lips. "It's not a war, darling, just a kiss, be gentle, follow what I do."

Rin never understood why people liked to kiss, until now. Your mouth on his leaves him breathless like after running endless miles, lips swollen and wet and stomach twisting with uncertainty and a million feelings.

At the end of the game, Rin is sprawled on your couch, beneath you, school uniform crumpled. Legs spread around you, tense with proximity. He keeps pulling away from the kiss so he can breathe and you laugh at him (for him) each time. "Is this your first kiss, love?" Rin can only nod. He doesn't trust himself to speak. His member throbs between his legs and Rin can only hope you haven't noticed despite how close you are.

Then you rock against him and Rin sighs, cheeks turning red with embarrassment. There was no hiding now, you definitely noticed his erection. He felt small compared to you in every way, inexperienced, a blind walking through a minefield. A boy in the experienced hands of a man.

"Hard just from kissing a little? You're so adorable, makes me want to devour you," there's a smile in your voice and you kiss his Adam's apple. The air is so hot and thick and Rin feels something strange when you palm him over his pants. Like he's going to pee or something. "A virgin, how cute. How lucky I am."

Rin had already masturbated, of course. But it was always like a means to an end, like maintenance, just something to keep his body going, like drinking water or eating. It doesn't look like that with you. It looks like he's going to die.

"Teacher," he murmurs, clinging to your arms, legs wrapping around your hips as you rub and touch him and wring the pleasure out of him. "Sir w-wait- mmh we shouldn't-"

The rational part of Rin's mind knew he should put an end to this, push you away and leave. It wasn't right; if his parents knew about this, what would they say? But the other part of him, the part that had been starved of affection and intimacy for so long, craved more, even if it was wrong.

It felt good, so good. His skin was on fire, his cock throbbing painfully beneath your palm.

He never knew it would feel like this to be touched by another person. It felt like a million electrical circuits were running under his skin and straight to his cock. He felt so sensitive, pushing against the confines of the fabric, balls so tight he knew he was going to cum soon, really fast, too fast.

"I like how eager you are. Always obedient and well-mannered. Always trying so hard to be perfect," you tell him, so experienced in undoing him beneath you with just a little rubbing. It doesn't take much. He turns the inside of his pants into a mess so fast it's embarrassing. He's so wet for you, so hard and he wants to cum so bad-

Rin is nodding, rocking against you, making these little sounds, sighs, moans. He can't hold on any longer...

"You blush so easily when I praise you. Does it turn you on when I call you a good boy?"

"Y-yes..."

"Are you close, baby? Do you want to cum?"

"Ngh s-so b-bad." Rin isn't even sure if he's talking or not anymore, if he's shouting or whispering.

"That's it Itoshi, come for me, pretty boy, cum in your pants like the obedient little thing you are." You keep talking dirty words to him. You tell him how beautiful he is, how you want to hear him more, how lovely his dick is. Rin cums just like that, so easy for you.

"Itoshi," you say as you rub him through his orgasm, "you're so beautiful like this, I never want to let you go, I'll ruin you for anyone else."

Itoshi, you say, as you drop him off at his door later, I'll see you tomorrow in class, sleep well.

Itoshi, you know you can ask me to stop at any time, right? I'm not going to get mad, I just want you to feel good.

Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know, you say as he kneels at your feet, anxious and tense as he stares at your groin with his big green eyes. Open your mouth, dear. Here we go. That's it, suck my dick. Ahh yes, good boy, like that, without rushing. See? You learn so fast, makes me proud of you.

Rin, you say. Rin. You were born for this. A natural little slut. I knew I chose right, you'll be even more wonderful when I'm done with you.

[xoxo-sarah]

Hello my love I have a request for a reader who is like best friends Stevie and you know he’s a caretaker of the group, so she kind of is too anyways she is the caretaker always the mom of the group and everything but he can pick up on some signs that maybe she doesn’t wanna always take care of everybody else like maybe she wants to be taken care of, and he slowly starts doing things for her. But maybe she is reluctant to accept the help so she kinda gets snippy at him queue a frustrated, love confession from Stevie to her. Ends happy because my life is in shambles and I need a happy ending.

Distant

↝a/n: thank you for requesting. I hope you enjoy! 🩷

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x female!reader

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Steve Harrington, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 12.20.24

Steve had always been the caretaker of the group. Whether it was driving the kids around or making sure everyone was safe, he was the go-to guy. But there was someone else who shared this role with him—his best friend, you. You were the “mom” of the group, always looking out for everyone and making sure things were in order.

You had become close to the kids shortly after Steve had. Dustin liked you, liked how Steve acted when you were around. It was also fun for Dustin to pick at Steve when you weren't around; talking about how Steve would blush when you looked at him. You never seemed to notice, though.

It wasn't unusual for you and Steve to be attached at the hip. You pretty much thought as one. One followed after the other. So it was natural when you took the group of kids under your wing. You would do anything for them. That was evident when you had a stern talking-to with a group of kids that were messing with Dustin's group at school. You had spent countless nights making and bringing them food when they were busy playing DND. You always made sure they had a ride home. Or, if they needed to go somewhere, you were the first to call. It became a habit to pick Steve up on the way, if he wasn't already with you when you got the call.

It was fun, spending time with them. They were funny and nice, a contrast to other kids their age.

But, all the times playing “mom” could be tiring. It seemed like every time you got the call, you would drop everything. They needed you, why would you decline?

It was one specific night when you had finally had enough.

Dustin kicked Lucas' feet out of the way, walking toward the phone. He knew your number by heart. Honestly, it's a surprise the number hadn't worn off from how much he typed it in. The phone rang…and rang. Usually, you would've picked up by now. Dustin turned, looking at the clock. 2:37 pm. You were off work today. You typically answer. Plucking the phone back into the base, Dustin turned, eyebrows furrowed. “She didn't answer.”

“How are we supposed to get to the arcade?” Mike sat up straighter, kicking himself for breaking the chain on his bike. Nancy was at Jonathan's, and his parents were out with Holly.

“Call Steve.” Lucas looked at Dustin like that was the obvious answer.

Nodding, Dustin turned back to the phone.

“She didn't answer my call either.”

Steve sighed, turning down the familiar street. The other kids were squashed in the back of Steve's car as Dustin sat in the passenger seat. The kid was quick to tell Steve about his worries. Sure, you just didn't answer the house phone. But that wasn't like you. If you had missed it, you always called back. Or called from Steve's house phone.

“Maybe she isn't home.” Mike watched the trees out the window. Truthfully, he just wanted to go to the arcade. He had a high score to beat. Yours, specifically.

Pulling into your driveway, Steve unbuckled, before getting out. Your car was parked in front of his. “I'll ask if she wants to come with.”

Steve practically skipped to the door, knocking and waiting. It took a few moments before you opened the door. “Hey,” Steve took in your appearance. You looked tired, sleep clumped at the corners of your eyes, eye bags apparent. “Uh, the kids were wondering if you wanted to come with us to the arcade.” He used his thumb to point behind him, where the kids were watching.

“Um,” You opened your mouth, looking at the kids, before furrowing your brows. “You know, I actually have to catch up on some sleep.”

“Oh, okay. Dustin was worried about you. You didn't answer his calls or mine.”

“Yeah,” I have a life outside of you and the kids. I don't have to constantly drop everything to play pretend and do their parents job. “I was asleep.” You weren't going to tell him about how you listened as the phone rang, not daring to even get up from the couch.

“alright, just wanted to check up on you.” Steve turned, not wanting to leave, but feeling like you wanted him to.

You smiled, “thanks, and sorry. Enjoy dealing with those hooligans all by yourself.”

Steve laughed, before you closed the door.

~

Days passed, and it was always the same answer. You had other stuff to do. Until Steve came to visit you at work. He saw you through the window, laughing with a coworker. You looked like you. He missed it.

“I'm having a little get-together at my house tonight. You should come. Food, board games, movies. Everything you love.” Steve smiled, begging you with his eyes.

For some reason, you couldn't say no this time around.

As you all gathered at Steve's house for a movie night, he noticed something different about you. You seemed a bit more tired, your smile a little less bright. You were still taking care of everyone, getting everyone snacks, making sure everyone liked the movie before it was put in, but Steve could see the weariness in your eyes.

You didn't pay attention to the movie, mind elsewhere.

“What's going on?” Steve had asked, after everyone was asleep, and you helped clean up.

“What do you mean?”

You didn't meet his eyes, instead focusing on grabbing the candy wrappers and throwing them away.

“You're distant. You don't answer the phone anymore. Did I do something? Did one of them do something?”

“No.” You sighed, “No one did anything. I just…I'm tired. I don't want to be the caretaker all the time.”

Steve slowly nodded, letting you know he was actually listening.

“I mean, I've had to drop so many things just to take them somewhere or pick them up. I have my own life, you know. I have a job so I can pay bills. If I wanted to be a mom, I would have kids myself.” You hated how that made you sound. You felt selfish for wanting time for yourself, but it's just how it is. They're not your kids, you're not their mom. You're a young adult that has to live life without the constant burden of children.

“You don't have to. I'll talk to them-”

“No. Don't do that. It's fine.”

“It's obviously not fine. You're having to ignore us just to get some free time. I'll talk to them.”

You dropped the trash bag, looking up at him. “I said no. It's not that big of a deal.” You huffed, moving around the living room toward the door.

Steve watched as you grabbed your stuff and left.

He knew first hand how it was to be the caretaker of the group. He found it easier to do with you by his side. But obviously, it wasn't like that for you.

Maybe you wanted someone to take care of you for a change.

Steve started doing little things for you. He'd stop by your house to bring you snacks without you asking. He brought you flowers once, claiming it was from him and the kids, for burdening you. Steve tried to do stuff for you, but you were reluctant to accept his help. You'd always been the one to take care of others, and it was challenging to let someone else do that for you. Sometimes, you'd even get snippy with him, telling him you could handle it yourself.

~

You finally came around again- not as much as before, but you didn't decline their calls anymore.

One night, after a particularly long day, Steve found you in his kitchen, cleaning up after everyone else had left. He walked over and took the dish from your hand.

“Steve, I can do it,” you said, your voice tinged with frustration.

“Why won't you let me help you?” he asked, his tone equally frustrated.

“Because I don't need your help!” you snapped back, but your voice cracked, betraying your true feelings.

Steve put the dish down and turned to you, his eyes filled with concern. “You don't always have to be the strong one, you know. It's okay to let someone else take care of you for once.”

You looked at him, tears welling up in your eyes. “But what if I don't know how to let go?”

Steve stepped closer, gently cupping your face in his hands. “Then let me show you,” he whispered. “Because I love you, and I want to be there for you, just like you've always been there for everyone else.”

Your breath hitched at his words, “You… you love me?”

“Yes,” Steve said, his voice firm and sincere. “I love you, and I want to take care of you. So please, let me.”

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you finally allowed yourself to lean into his embrace. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice soft and full of relief. “Okay.”

Steve smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We'll figure it out together,” he said. “One step at a time.”

As the days passed, Steve made it his mission to show you that it was okay to let someone else be there for you. He'd surprise you with your favorite coffee in the morning, leave little notes of encouragement on your bedside table before he leaves at night, and always be there with a listening ear when you needed to vent. Slowly, but surely, you began to let your guard down and accept his help.

~

One Saturday afternoon, Steve took you to a quiet spot by the lake. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water. You sat together on a blanket, watching the ducks swim by.

“Thank you,” you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“For what?” Steve asked, looking at you with a gentle smile.

“For everything,” you replied. “For being there for me, for showing me that it's okay to lean on someone else.”

Steve reached out and took your hand in his. “You don't have to thank me,” he said. “I care about you, and I want to be there for you. Always.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that you hadn't felt in a long time. “I love you, Steve,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And I'm not going anywhere.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you knew that you had finally found someone who would always be there for you, no matter what. And for the first time in a long while, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

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[yanderes-galore]

Same anon as the Overblot Idia ask - I lied, I'd also like Overblot Leona Kingscholar too, but I figured one character per ask.

Sure! I'll try my best... I warn you, it may be short :(

Yandere! Overblot! Leona Kingscholar Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Murder, Sadism, Jealousy, Mentions of 'Mate', Forced "relationship".

Overblot! Leona is... well... feral in nature.

By the time he overblots he's overcome with jealousy, envy, hate...

Along with a destructive desire.

Like all Overblot forms, Leona is dangerous to be around.

Due to his Signature Spell 'King's Roar', everything he touches becomes sand.

Not only that, but sandstorms kick up around him.

When it comes to yandere Overblot characters, I imagine their obsession would also kickstart their transformation.

Not only is he trying to overthrow the school competition and beat Malleus...

But you may also be involved too.

That or maybe this is an alternate form of events where Leona has been watching you for a while....

Maybe Leona has fallen for you long ago, be that at Night Raven or even back in his old country, and he's kept close tabs ever since.

Leona, second prince, is used to having to fight for what he wants.

He never is just handed what he desires... not like a king.

Instead, he's forced to work for it.

That or deceive and steal it.

Leona stalks his obsession, his prey....

He watches everyone who dares to speak with you, everyone he dares to steal you.

Even just watching commoners talk to you makes his tail flick.

Going down this route, Leona's Overblot would be born from jealousy and rage.

Imagine if Leona gets tipped over the edge somehow?

Maybe he sees you with someone else romantically and loses it?

Overblot is deadly for everyone involved...

Including the person suffering from the corruption.

In this state, Leona does not care about his surroundings.

Everything could turn to sand for all he cares.

After all, if he can't rule a kingdom or have the mate he chooses...

Then it shall all be sand.

The sight is terrifying to you especially.

You knew of Leona, the lion often observing you like a future meal.

He's always unnerved you no matter where he is.

He's always watching... always waiting...

But looks like he's met his limit.

Leona can only take so much.

He's tired of being neglected, not even his tricks will get him what he wants.

By the time he Overblots, he's like a force of nature.

He's a drought that slurps anything and everything, leaving only sand.

He can't control his rage...

Unfortunately, his obsession can't either.

Unless subdued, Leona is a being of pure destruction.

He won't even realize it half the time.

He's a roaring beast, yelling about how it's all unfair.

He deserves to rule, he deserves to have you...!

Anyone around becomes fodder for his rage.

Innocent bystanders feel as though they're in a sandstorm, their skin dry and cracking as Leona laughs.

Leona would rampage until he finds the one he's looking for.

Despite his feral mind, Leona recalls one thing.

You.

You are truly what he desires most.

Before his Overblot, he made peace with the fact he can't have the throne...

As long as he could have you, it wouldn't matter.

Yet he lost you to someone else supposedly more worthy too.

You can hide as best as you can...

The sand suffocates you, causing you to cough.

The air is so dry.

Eventually you'll succumb... Then he'll find you.

Leona makes it a goal to hunt your partner, claws sinking into their flesh as he grins.

They don't deserve you... If Leona doesn't deserve you, no one does.

Leona would gleefully turn the one you love to sand if it meant finding you.

By the time he finds you, the corrupted prince is on all fours to look in your hiding spot.

His eyes are predatory, fangs bared in a sadistic grin...

He's found his prey.

Black ichor drips from him, a thick ink that not even his sand can dry out...

It stinks of poison.

Stinks of danger.

Leona doesn't care if he hurts you in this state, reaching out and tugging you into his chest.

It's painful... so painful.

Yet Leona only growls... or is it a purr?

Your skin is cracking as you feel the moisture leave it.

Leona only nuzzles... worsening your condition.

Even now you're adorable... and all his...

Even though his touch is slowly killing you.

Unless Leona is stopped, Leona's Overblot is too volatile to survive.

Leona has one goal as his own magic is eaten away by blot.

He wants to keep you to himself.

He doesn't care if his surroundings turn to sand, if you die, or if he dies...

How can he in such a feral state?

All that matters is you're all his...

After all, if he can't have you, no one will...

You'll both turn to sand if he wills it.

[castiwls]

motel girl

Paring; older!patrick x female!reader

Summary; the last thing you should be doing as a collage student working a shitty motel job was being charmed by the washed up 30 something year old tennis player into giving him a free room - never mind agreeing to join him in said room

warnings; porn with a small plot, age gap (patricks early 30s & reader is early 20s), drinking, orgasm denial, dry humping, thigh riding, biting (kinda?), dirty talk (Patrick says good girl once), fem!reader (sorry) - anything I missed let me know!

Notes; maybe the freakiest thing i've written em kinda scared to post this🥲 also way longer then I intended I was gonna make this a bot but I'm not sure.

Masterlist

"I can get you the money at the end of the week."

You should've realised then and there that he was bad news. If the way he'd suddenly come onto you the minute his card declined wasn't a big enough flag, his ego the size of the sun should have had you kicking him out to the streets.

Yet, somehow, Patrick Zweig had charmed you into giving him a room at a motel you'd rather never be in past your work hours and as a result, you'd found yourself hanging around said motel way after your shift was over.

He was far from the first older man to try and hit on you for whatever they needed. Fresh towels, free food, a free room for the night, the list could go on.

Yet Patrick was the first remotely active man to work his charm on you.

You hated the fact it worked.

"Hey. You finish soon, right?" He leaned over the counter, his eyes staring unshamedly at your chest as you glanced up from the laptop. "You got the money yet?" He grinned, "No," He leaned slightly closer, his grin only growing. "I won my match. Still in the game."

"Shouldn't you be out celebrating?"

"You're the only person I know in this town."

He was bold. You'd give him that. "You don't know me." Patrick hummed, considering for a moment. "I know your name...and I know you get off soon."

Patrick watched his amusement only growing at the sight of your annoyance. Fuck Art and Tashi. Fuck the challenger, you were way more intresting.

"You have no money-"

"I have enough to make it worth your time."

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You shouldn't be here.

You should have known it was a bad idea to go to the washed up tennis players motel room at 12am when you should have been anywhere else.

Forget the fact he must have been in his 30s at least and you had a collage class on Monday morning, you should have known there was no way this could end well.

The beer had helped. You'd at least managed to relax enough to spread out on the old bed while he watched from the floor, his eyes following your every movement like you were some sort of partictiarlly interesting bug he'd spotted.

"So you just spend your time playing? Doesn't it get boring?" You'd shifted, your head lying at the bottom of the bed as you watched him nurse his first beer.

"Pretty much." He nodded his face pinching slightly. "Its not boring-"

"You hit a ball with a racket."

Patrick huffed. "There's more to it then that." He trailed off staring at the wall as his fingers tapped agsint the old carpet. "If you play it with someone you know its more..."

Your lips pursed, noting the shift in atmosphere. "Oh..."

He nodded before it was like a switch flicked, and his lips pulled back into a grin. "You should come watch. Maybe you'll see it's more than just hitting a ball." You smiled slightly at the offer. "You're inviting me to watch?"

He nodded, taking a sip. "Why not? You got anything better to do? A boyfriend?" His lips curled at the face you pulled. He laughed as you shook your head, just a bit too quickly.

"No? No boyfriend or no watching?"

"No-No boyfriend." You mumbled, cringing slightly at the egurness in your voice. "-but sure. I'm not working on the day I'll come."

He smiled then, a proper one, and you felt your heart skip almost. Fuck this.

You both fell quiet, you still watching as he stood, stretching before placing the can on the dresser and approaching. Your breath caught as he was suddenly looming over you, his body being the only thing in your vision.

"I should...I should go." You swallowed, shifting to sit. As you turned, he moved with you, stepping into the space between your legs as they hit the ground. "Wait a minute-" His fingers, rough and calloused, brushed over your cheek, pausing over your lower lip for a minute.

You could feel your palms begin to sweat as you fisted a hand into the sheet. Neither of you said a word, his thumb pushing against your lip lightly.

The room seemed eerily quiet as his eyes searched your face for any hint of displeasure. Patrick's eyes met yours in a silent question.

'Do you want this to?'

The slightest movement of your head, and his lips were crashing into yours, his hand slipping to cup your jaw, the kiss messy and unpracticed. It was pure need as you pressed closer your own hand fisting in his hair pulling a quiet noise from his throat.

Your own lips parted in surprise when his teeth nipped at your lip. He deepened the kiss, pressing a knee to the bed as his other hand cupped the back of your neck, almost like he was scared you'd disappear.

Patrick pressed forward, the two of you moving in sync as you shifted back onto your knees, allowing him the space to climb onto the bed. You gasped when he pulled back, air suddenly filling your lungs as his lips pressed to your cheek before moving down to your neck.

"Off," He murmured against the skin of your neck, tugging at your top. He pulled back just enough for you to throw your top somewhere before he was tugging you into his lap, his teeth nipping at the skin of your chest.

You could hardly hold back the gasp which tumbled from your throat at the feel of his lips on your skin, his hips slowly beginning to rock up against yours as you felt him harden in the confines of his jeans.

Your hands were clumsy as you tugged at the button of his jeans. "No. Not yet." One of Patrick's hands closed over yours, guiding them away and behind your back.

He held them there for a moment, grinning at your whine. "Already so needy-" His teeth bit down against the skin of your neck before he pulled away, his eyes blown with hunger. "-so perfect." His free hand unhooked your bra with surprising efficiency, letting your hands go for just enough to tug it down and away before he was flipping you both over.

"Patrick," His name fell from your lips as he pressed your hands to the pillow, his eyes dark as he hummed. "I said I'd make it worth your time-" His lips met yours again, the kiss hungrier this time.

He was like a man starved, your teeth clashing as he pressed your hands further into the pillow. "-Let. me." He barely pulled back long enough to get the words out before he was kissing you breathless again, his knee pressing between your legs as your hips rolled on instinct.

You gasped, pleasure running through you at the sudden friction. Your hips rolled again, a whimper leaving you as he pulled back his lips pressing to your jaw once more before he pulled back to watch you properly.

His knee pressed up more, amusement flashing in his eyes at the way your cheeks heated as a quiet moan left your lips. "Good?" He questioned as you nodded your head.

"Ah. Use your words."

He was going to be the death of you. White hot pleasure ran through you at his tone, your eyes widening as another moan fell from your lips. "S'good. So good - Patrick-" He hummed in satisfaction, his hand letting go of your wrists to brace himself on the bed as his head dipped down.

"Good girl."

He barely gave you a second to breathe before his tongue was tracing around one of your nipples, the feeling combined with the friction between your legs short-circuiting your brain for a moment.

If you'd been in a clearer head space, you'd have been embarrassed by the sound that left your lips, but you were past caring. You whimpered when his teeth grazed the peak before he moved onto the other side, giving equal attention.

"Patrick, I-" Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your pleasure slowly reach that peak. The feel of his lips combined with the friction between your legs pushes you closer and closer to that mind-bending edge.

It was so close you could almost taste it, his name falling from your lips between whimpers and moans. Your eyes squeezed shut, your back arching - one more second and-

"Wha-" Your eyes shot open when his leg disappeared, his face coming back into view with a wide grin.

That fucker.

His lips pressed to yours again, silencing your complaints as you felt him smile. "You're cruel." He laughed, his fingers brushing away the hair stuck to your forehead.

"Why?"

"I gotta make sure you come to that match somehow?" Patrick shifted, his fingers tracing over a mark on your neck. "You come and I win again tomorrow," His fingers drifted down your neck to gently tip your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I'll give you whatever you want."

He knew he had you. He'd given you a taste of what he could do. Just enough to make you stick around.

You prayed he won that stupid match.

[venusindelusion]

Giving In (to the Love): Once More to See You

4th chapter

SUMMARY: Being in her presence had an unclear effect on you, but how far would you allow yourself to go with it? WC: 3K PAIRING: Vi x Fem!Reader WARNINGS: alcohol, underage driving, miscommunication A/N: let's pretend we didn't watch the last episode of arcane girls Previous chapter

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Waking up to another headache from drinking had you thinking you really needed to refuse having your glass refilled. You sit on the bed and take in your surroundings, it was strange to wake up at someone else's bedroom, someone you barely knew.

As you were getting up, you could hear laughter coming from the living room. Your phone was still on the night stand so you grabbed it and opened the door.

"So you just punched him?” a familiar voice asked.

"Yeah, had to—" Violet turned her head around and saw you standing by the door frame, she was about to grab a cup from the cupboard, "Morning, sunshine."

"Good morning," you answer while she's filling the cup with coffee, then hands it to you, "Uh..."

"Cait made it, don't worry," she says when she sees your face twisted in disgust, the clear memory of a coffee made by Violet still haunting you.

"Cait?" you ask in confusion then walk to the table and see your best friend sitting with her own cup of coffee between her hands. Caitlyn greets you and smiles, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I had to bring some stuff and Vi told me you were here, so I stayed," she replies and takes a sip at her coffee. You nodded in response and drank your own coffee, listening to them chatting about what happened last night with that costumer Violet had to kick out.

Your headache wasn't as painful anymore but you could feel your body asking for water. Just when you were about to ask Vi for it, she hands you a bottle and winks at you. Feeling your cheeks already warm, you thank her and drink, your throat getting finally hydrated and more fresh. Caitlyn was watching you curiously, seeing your face heated up after that small interaction with Violet but she said nothing about it. Instead, she finished her coffee and got up from her seat, saying she had to go back to work or else Marcus would literally kill her.

"Already?" Violet asked her, getting up herself and grabbing her keys while Caitlyn walked to the door.

"Yes, but I'll text you the rest of the details later." Caitlyn says before waving you goodbye and walking out of the apartment with Violet behind her.

You sit there in silence, staring at the mug; it had little drawings on it, very colorful just like the ones hanged on the wall downstairs, and one single letter "V" on the side. Was this Violet's mug? Maybe her sister made it for her, it certainly was a few years old, you could tell the colors were a bit washed out.

While you were inspecting that, something on the table catches your attention; an envelope directed to Violet, sealed with a stamp you'd recognize anywhere. It was the Kiramman's stamp. Your stomach twists in a knot and you grab the envelope, refusing to believe Caitlyn would write a letter to Violet. It seemed impossible, you knew Caitlyn, she wouldn't do that kind of thing for a random person— so this meant they were really close, for her to even use her family stamp on it.

"Why do I even care?" you think to yourself, unable to figure out the reason behind this awkward feeling, but you couldn't stop looking at the envelope, a million questions going through your mind at the same time.

The door slides open and you rapidly leave the envelope where it was, your heart beating fast at the sight of Violet walking in. She catches your fast movement and looks at you confused but she shrugs it off and walks to be beside you, holding herself with one hand on the back of your chair. Being this close to each other was too much for your nervous system.

"So," she begins, "shall we get into it, cupcake?" Feeling blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart beating faster than before, you stare at her in disbelief, unable to formulate a single word, and her eyes widen. She laughs outloud and covers her face with one hand, you couldn't understand what was so funny for her while you were feeling like your heart was a little bird trying to get free from your ribcage. After a few minutes of hysterical laughter from her, she clarifies, "I meant studying."

Oh God.

That did nothing to help you calm down, you felt so stupid and embarrassed. What were you even thinking? Of course she meant studying, that's why you were here in the first place. That was the whole reason you got to meet her at all.

You let out an awkward chuckle and nod, then go grab your bag and take out the same things you used the day before for her tutoring. Taking your previous seat, you start your lesson.

The red light was on as Caitlyn waited, her hands on the steering wheel and her fingers softly hitting on it; her brain was working a thousand miles per hour, trying to figure out a strategy for the case she was currently assigned to. She could hear her mother in the back of her head, saying "You have to earn all of this."

Once the red light turned to green, she continued driving to the office. Looking for a place to park wasn't difficult, she had her own special spot, a big hand-written like sign with her name on it. She got out of the car and sighed, looking up at the building with her eyes furrowed; it was still on remodelation, some of the letters were missing and the new door gave an imponent feeling, it was beautifully hand-made, its frame had little details of gold and the thin windows on both sides allowed the insides to be seen. Of course, you couldn't miss the big 'CK' carved on the panels of the door.

Although her relationship with her mother was a bit rough on the edges, she had to give it to her— she had amazing taste. Remodelating was Cassandra's idea, she thought giving a new image would suit the firm, she wanted to tell they were not stuck in the past. They were moving forward. And that's something Caitlyn agreed on completely.

Caitlyn was greeted with a pile of papers laying on her desk and a little note saying "Quick" on its side. She was tired of this meaningless paperwork, but knowing that if she could finish it early then Marcus would let her dive fully into what really mattered: her new case.

It wasn't long ago she was assigned to it after tiredlessly trying to convince her boss; he had said she wasn't experienced enough so he would look for someone else to assist him, but if Caitlyn had a remarkable virtue— or flaw, it was her stubborness. In the end, he ended up agreeing to make use of her unexperienced assistance under the condition of overworking her with all that meaningless paperwork.

To no one's surprise, Cassandra wasn't fond of the idea of Caitlyn helping such a delicate case like this. She prefferred her to dedicate her education and time to more lucrative ones, or like she calls them, "educational"; cases where her daughter would have to defend wealthy tycoons who spent their lives taking advantage of their privileges to commit crimes or abuse their position.

"Hurry up, Kiramman." Marcus was standing by the door, watching Caitlyn carefully as she wrote down on her notebook. She nodded without taking her eyes off the papers, her hand working rapidly on those letters. "Take those to my office once you're done."

She heard his footsteps getting away and stopped for a minute, it felt like she had been working all day on this and it was barely half way done. Looking at the little clock on her desk, it was a bit past lunch time and her stomach was growling at her, pleading for something more than just the coffee she had for breakfast.

Putting her pen down, she got up from her seat and walked towards the cafeteria. One of the requests she had made to her mother when she offered her the job was to treat her like any other intern, no cafeteria privilege either, so she got in line like everyone else and waited for her turn to order.

Once her sandwich and, of course, coffee were ready, Caitlyn took a seat near the window. Her mind was too focused on her case of interest, she felt personally and emotionally involved— which under no circumstance should happen, but it did and she couldn't stop thinking about it. Being able to help such a dear friend of hers was worth all the effort and extra hours she had to do.

Violet broke into her life by coincidence. Actually, more like by a literal accident; Caitlyn almost got crashed by Vi's little sister who had decided she wanted to drive Vi's motorbike and so she did. While Caitlyn was parking her car in front of her best friend's building, she heard someone yelling at her and before she could react, the little blue haired teenager crashed her open door. After many half apologies and some insults from Jinx, Caitlyn was taken to The Last Drop to meet the real owner of the vehicle.

She was already familiar with the place but only from outside, never dared to cross the door given its reputation and the prejudice she carried in the back of her mind, always present. Violet actually apologized to her and reprimended her younger sister, called the inssurance and made sure to give Caitlyn everything she needed to make the claim and then offered her a drink.

That afternoon, after some disgusting coffee made by Violet, was life changing for her. They chatted and Caitlyn found out they took a few classes together, but they never met each other because of Vi regularly skipping. Her never ending curiosity served to make Violet tell her a bit about her life and the bar, she said that it has been closed for a few days due to a tragedy and her ownership was at stake since someone named Silco wanted to sue her for it.

It didn't seem fair that Violet should lose her father's legacy because of an old society that held no legal weight, so Caitlyn offered to help. She put the accident aside and decided this was the reason for her to be working in the firm, these were the kind of cases she wanted to work on; she wanted to help people as much as she could.

Those memories stood deeply in her heart even now as she was finishing her sandwich. She returned to the office more motivated than before and kept working, hoping Marcus wouldn't bother her until it was finished.

Violet waved goodbye to her tutor and closed the door behind her, walking upstairs and getting into her apartment again. It was late in the afternoon and she'd have to open the bar soon and prepare everything to receive the usual customers.

Not many people went drinking during the week days but the ones who did were always at The Last Drop, ready to spend the rest of the night sulking or causing trouble; Vi didn't mind that, she got used to dealing with drunk men and was happy to show them some moves and kick them out. They always came back and apologized once they were sober, then asked for their usual drinks again.

Even though she spent most of her day studying and taking notes, she felt refreshed and full of energy— it didn't feel tiring or draining, the way her tutor explained different concepts and stated the connection between them, how she would prepare actual drinkable coffee for both of them; Violet would make an exception and have some as well, then watch how the other girl's face twists when she realizes her coffee is too hot and burns her tongue a bit, looking back at Vi and laughing.

The little breaks they took in between allowed Violet to get to know her a bit better, to ask about her interests or listen to her anecdotes, her complains about some of the classes which were proving to be harder than expected; she paid more attention to that than the lesson itself. When she cried that night, it had moved Violet— she wasn't expecting that kind of reaction after joking about what Powder used to say, and although the girl was sobbing, she didn't take pity on neither of them, she didn't make any comment about how sorry she was or how strong Violet must have been to deal with any of it, she just cried and then laughed at herself for being too drunk.

She checked her phone and saw a text from Powder, saying "Ooooout tonight sis!" and sighed, then received a second one from Ekko telling her that he had invited her sister over to watch Scream's whole saga and eat burgers. Rolling her eyes at how dramatic her younger sister was and how much she enjoyed making her worry, she put her phone away and got into the shower.

Hot water dripping down her body was all Violet needed before work so after being all cleaned up, she got changed into her usual bartender attire, a black shirt and trousers, and headed downstairs. She turned the neon lights on and played some music, then opened the doors and stayed behind the counter, waiting for people to start coming in.

Her mind drifted for a bit, remembering she wouldn't have the next lesson until next week. That bumped her down a little, she was hoping it would become a regular thing, like part of her routine, since she already got used to having her tutor around— which was unsettling.

"She's just doing her job." She reminded herself while pouring whisky on a glass for her own delight. Violet knew she enjoyed her company but wasn't sure what her tutor thought of her; she seemed a bit awkward when they were together, avoiding her gaze or fidgeting. Perhaps she didn't like her that much since Violet did post that embarrassing picture of her after all.

Vi grabbed her phone and instantly deleted that post she had made the night of the party, not caring anymore about the exams or the tutoring lessons, all she wanted was to at least befriend that girl. She thought about asking Caitlyn, but what would she even ask about? Why did she care so much?

She decided to take matters into her own hands and stop acting like an anxious teenage girl, so she typed a simple question and clicked to send it then immediately put her phone down. God, what was wrong with her?

You were completely exhausted, combining tutoring and studying for your own classes was taking its toll on you. It was a relief Violet understood you would be busy for the rest of the week since you were far behind on some key topics for the upcoming tests.

"Keep reading this last book and take notes." You had told her earlier before leaving her apartment.

"I'll surprise you, cupcake." She had answered, making you blush with that stupid nickname.

Your exams should take priority, you knew that, but part of the reason you decided to take a break from her was because of the envelope— you felt completely out of place, Violet had some kind of effect on you which was unclear to you just yet, but you didn't want to get in between anything. If there was something going on between her and your best friend.

Taking the left overs from the fridge, you take a seat on the couch and turn on the TV. Your mind was far away and you couldn't pay attention to the romcom playing in front of you, these people were so lucky it made you envious.

On the little table beside the couch, your phone made its particular sound alerting someone had sent you a message. You unlocked it and scrolled through your notifications; most of them were from group chats, people taking the same classes as you discussing which topic was more likely to appear in the exam and helping each other with some questions. You keep scrolling until your best friend's name pops up, she had texted you last night when you were completely wasted at Violet's place, saying she still needed your help with her current case and asking when would you be available for that. Sighing heavier than needed, you answer that she was welcome to bring food this weekend and you'd be happy to assist.

Guilt was flooding your senses, it wasn't fair to Caitlyn that you were feeling like this— she hadn't done anything wrong. Who could blame a girl for having a life? Certainly not you. But you just wanted to know what was going on without coming off as nosy, which you were.

She replied straight away saying she'd bring your favourite food as a way of thanking you. Laughing at her exaggeration, you keep scrolling until one message makes your eyes widen. It was from Violet. Your heart pace quickened as you read her text, which said "wanna come see me boxing this weekend?"

Unable to difere a thought from another, you stare at the little letters on your screen uncapable of believing she would invite you anywhere. Did this mean you were getting closer? Maybe she just wanted to fill an empty space cheering for her.

"Sure, should I bring a cheering sign?" You asked jokingly, trying to act cool and less like a nervous mess.

"make it pink and bright." Violet replied almost instantly, making you laugh softly in the solitude of your apartment. You definitely didn't care about studying anymore, this was all you were looking forward to now.

"I'll be your number one fan then."

"you better." Smiling to yourself at her answer, you decide to head to bed and sleep everything off.

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[mochinek0]

Family Secrets

Damian couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen pieces of that costume when he lived in the League, but never did he expect to see his mother, disguised, in Paris! He carefully kept an eye on her as she walked into a bakery. He felt his own breath hitch as a young girl came and hugged her.

"Nonna!" she cried.

'Grandmother?'

"Hello, My Leetle Fairy." his mother replied, hugging her back.

"Are you having fun on your travels?" the girl questioned, "Where did you go this time?"

"Egypt." his mother declared.

The girl smiled, "Did you see the pyramids?"

His mother brought out a keychain of a pyramid and handed it to the girl.

"It's great!" the girl smiled, "I'll keep it on my desk so when I see it, I can think of you."

"I wish you could come with me." the disguised Talia declared.

"Maybe when I'm older?" the young girl answered.

Talia tapped the young girl's nose, "Possibly, but we know very well how hard you work."

"Mom!" announced a man, who seemed the size of Bane, "How are you?"

Damian watched on in shock. He was aware that his mother was much older than she appeared. Hearing someone around his father's age, refer to his mother as a maternal figure was unsettling.

"I'm fine, Tom." she answered.

"Would you like to put your bag down and rest?" he asked.

"Nonsense." his mother replied, "I may look older, but I'm fine. I wanted to see if Marinetta would like to take a ride around the city with me."

"Yes!" the girl cried.

Damian watched as they both got on a motorcycle and drove off.

It took awhile, but Damian finally spotted them near the Seine, eating ice cream. The girl was looking down at something, in her lap. His mother's eyes connected with his and he knew he had made her.

"I'll be right back." Gina spoke, kissing Marinette on the head.

Gina walked in Damian's direction.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Do you plan to kidnap her, Mother?" Damian questioned.

"Of course not!" Gina snapped.

"Who is she?" he asked.

Talia sighed, "Your niece; she's your age."

"So the man who called you mother-"Damian began.

"Your grandfather wanted me out of the way. He was looking for a male successor to take over." Talia began to explain, "He kicked me out of the League, briefly, and I had some semblance of a normal life. I fell in love with a baker. Tom is our son, before I ever met your father. Essentially, he is your older brother."

She sighed, "Everyhting was fine and I was happy, until he sent someone to exterminate us. Before I killed him, I learned my death was a test. Kill me and become successor to the League. I returned with his head and threw it at your grandfather's feet. He looked at me and said he would allow me back on one condition."

"What was it?" Damian asked.

"I had to leave my family." she admitted, "I said I understood and would be back in three months. I knew he would never stop coming after us."

"Why three months?" her son questioned, "You were already there. Did they not know of the League?"

"Tom was getting married and no, my family knew nothing about the League. I returned and told my family I would be 'traveling in my old age'. A few years after he got married, I came back to a three year old granddaughter. Your grandfather found out and forbid my return."

"Grandfather is dead." Damian spoke.-changing subject

"I've been stopping in more." she declared, "They aren't like us. They're not like your father. They know nothing about my past, aside from divorcing a man, who made me happy. I tell them I'm traveling around the word. I wear a wig and makeup. At some point, I will have to stop visiting all together since anyone else will grow old and pass on. The League........you lose sense of time when there. Two years ago, I thought she was still three. She was turning fourteen."

"What about the man?" her son asked.

Talia smiled, "Reminds me of your grandfather, actually. He's all about 'traditions', so perhaps it was for the best."

"Nonna!" Marinette cried out.

"Please, Damian, leave them alone." his mother whispered.

Damian watched as his mother walked away. He had never known her to beg for something.

"My Leetle Fairy, are you ready to go back home?" Gina asked, "Do you have new inspiration for your designs? I can't wait to see the clothes you create this time."

Damian watched as the girl put her sketchbook away.

'Clothes? Designs?'

He smiled softly. She was an artist, like him. He watched as his mother got on the motorcycle with his niece. What surprised him was seeing his niece glare at him. Damian chuckled.

'Mother may not see it, but she is a lot like them. A little fairy.'

"Damian, a Fairy is someone who helps people who are lost in the dark. It's not always in a literal sense; it can be figurative."

The young Al-Ghul turned and walked in the opposite direction.

'Fairy is a suitable name for my niece. I wonder how Mother would feel learning her true nature? A Fae who lures in her prey.'

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[kamisama-kyaa]

ow guys and girls (not all) getting jealous seeing you with a new recruit

TW: Cassidy's headcanon is a little mature... (eyes emoji)

Hanzo He'll have to remind himself that you can be friends and hangout with anyone you want. Being jealous is selfish and childish... right? So why does he feel so sad seeing you happy with someone else? He understands that you love him more than anything. But sometimes this man just wants you to himself. When you finally get back to Hanzo, he'll make sure to hold you close in the privacy of his room and tell you that he just wants to be enough for you. Please tell him he is enough and that there is no one else that will come in between you both. It will make him feel more confident in himself. :(

Genji The ultimate playboy when he was his younger self...oh how the tables have turned. He used to make all the girls jealous of each other if they got to talked to him. He's used to people being jealous of him if anything. So when this weird feeling started when he say you with a random new recruit in the lounge talking and laughing, what got into him? Genji couldn't help himself. He quickly walked up and excused you both as he took your hand and led you out of the Gibraltar lounge. Was it rude? He simply was not thinking nor did he care. He did apologize for the sudden intrusion while walking you to his room. In there all alone with you, he confessed how he felt. It seemed like the most mature thing.

"Sorry, (Name)... I wasn't thinking...Is it okay if we just lay together for a little?" Genji will lay you down onto his bed that he bought for you. He'll lay on his side propped up by an elbow and watch you closely. Feel free to fall asleep, he just wants to feel like he can protect you for a little bit.

Cassidy He'll walk up to that son of a gun and tell them how it is. "Howdy. Looks like you've gotten to meet my partner, (Name). Ain't they a sight for sore eyes?" He'll sling an arm around you and give a look at the new recruit that just radiates 'Get away or I'll kick your ass' energy. After the recruit scurries off to who knows where, Cassidy will give you a big o'l smile. He kind acts like he was never jealous in the first place and just tells you, "I'm just lettin' others know what is mine." No matter what, the day will end with the two of you in bed. Expect him to to be a bit more aggressive and possessive than usual. Think of him being more forceful in the way he'll grab at you and force himself into you. Cassidy will lean down and whisper in your ear, "I'm your huckleberry" "Only I can make you feel like this, pumpkin."

Brigitte "Hey, (Name)...Can we talk?" You looked over to see your adorable lover at the door waiting for a response. You told the newbie that you'll see them around or maybe in a future mission. After walking into the hallway with Brig, she asks if you could follow her to somewhere private. You guys end up in a hidden park outside of Gibraltar. You asked if there was anything wrong. Brig can't help but shift back and forth while trying to form a coherent sentence. "I...Sorry I just felt like I wanted to be alone with you. Honestly, I think I got a little jealous watching you talk to someone." You couldn't help but sadly smile and give her a kiss on the cheek. It took her by surprise. "You're not mad at me? Isn't it selfish of me to whisk you away when you're making friends...?" You tell her that it's something you can both work on; to be able to feel confident in each other and so jealousy doesn't have to be a thing. "You're right. I need to work on it. But, I'm feeling better already!"

Kiriko "Huh...So do you like hanging around them more than me?" Kiriko will playfully ask. Of course, she was only half joking...other half seriously asking. You would reassure her that you like spending time with her but you just wanted to say hi to the new person! "Alright, but can they do this?!" She'll bust out her kunai and start juggling them. You can only watch your silly partner try and impress you while you giggle. Kiriko will join in on the giggling session, making sure to catch all her kunai and stuff them in her pockets. "We're the perfect match... right?" You can see some uncertainty in her eye while she looks directly at you. Simply pull her into a tight hug and this will erase any lingering fear of you leaving her.

Reaper The person literally disappears. You never see that new recruit. Did your lover have something to do with this? You may never know. Maybe you should keep your distance with those who come around...

Moira She would definitely deny any accusations of her being jealous! Do not even try to confront her or ask her why she's acting strange. "What are you on about?" Moira will scoff. You can try to tease her all you like, but it'll come back and bite you in the end. She always knows how to come out on top. After slightly opening up and telling you about her feelings, you'll have to make sure to console her and confess your undying love and loyalty... or else!

[wileys-russo]

Please would you be able to write an awfc x teen!reader fic based on the photos of the girls playing Aussie rules today in training? Maybe a bit of annoying younger sister energy (kind of like kyra)! I love you stuff thank you for all of it :)

not completelyy happy with this but it was something different to try! drop kick II awfc x teen!r

"oh you're not bringing that are you?" steph sighed as you stretched over to grab the bright red ball from her back seat. "yeah! why not?" you grinned as the two of you stepped out of her car.

"well because we don't play afl we play football." steph shook her head, though she knew better than to even try and argue the case knowing all too well how stubborn you were.

"then it'll be a fun learning experience for the girls! wheres your australian spirit steffy?" you gave her a toothy grin, the older girl clearing her throat as you spun around. "forgetting something?" steph raised her eyebrow and subtly nodded to your bag.

"oh! yeah that might help." you grinned, jogging back and grabbing it, kissing stephs cheek in thanks who pushed you off with an amused roll of her eyes.

"all this time off and she's forgotten what sport we play!" caitlin teased watching you stuff the ball with some difficulty into your gym bag but eventually succeeding, ruffling your hair as you smacked her hand away.

"sorry hard launch i couldn't hear you over the massive closet of your latest relationship?" you cupped a hand over your ear as steph snickered and you grinned, though catching the look which flashed across caitlins face you wasted no time sprinting off.

"ya could have four legs and i'd still outpace you foordy!" you yelled over your shoulder as she gave up chasing you, pausing to fall back into step with steph and flipping you the finger.

"i'll get you later skippy just you wait! i know where you live!" caitlin yelled menacingly after you, and of course she would considering you bounced between her place and stephs, not allowed to get your own as much as you'd begged and pleaded.

you were so busy gloating you didn't watch where you were going and wheezed as your body slammed into someone elses. "speed racers back in town then! who we runnin from now?" jen grinned, hauling you up and over her shoulder.

"i've missed these delightful walks of ours jb." you patted her back affectionately feeling her body vibrate with laughter as you flipped caitlin the bird before jen turned a corner, earning yourself a disappointed look from steph.

"lee!" you called out happily as the two of you entered the change rooms and you spotted her sitting at her cubby dressed for training, the blonde looking up from her phone as jen put you down. "you're back training properly??" the taller girl stumbled a little at the speed in which you crashed into her for a hug.

"much as i can be. missed you skippy!" the blonde ruffled your hair, kissing your cheek and shoving you over toward lia who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, wrapping you in another tight hug.

"hi wally! happy new year." you mumbled into her shoulder making her laugh. "happy new year winzig, did you have a nice break?" the swiss woman walked you toward your cubby which was between kyra and vics.

"yes! god i miss australia so much already. the beaches, the tan, the food, my family. its cruel that i come from warm sunny beautiful summer to this, english winter fucking sucks!" you huffed unhappily, wincing as a hand collected the back of your head.

"language little miss. thats a fiver!" beth wagged her finger at you with a stern look as you rolled your eyes and hugged her girlfriend instead causing her to scoff. "what? you know i am her favourite." viv shrugged as beth made a noise of disbelief and you sent her a smug smile.

you hadn't even separated from the pair for more than five seconds before a body hurtled into you sending you flying, kyras body latched onto you as stina hurried to grab you, stopping you from hitting the floor.

"get off me you rat!" you wrenched off the girls hands and sent stina a grateful look who gave the pair of you an amused smile, turning back to her conversation with amanda.

"rat! you're the little rat, did you forget about the pictures of-" kyra started as your eyes widened and you hastily covered her mouth. "you swore on calvins life you would take that to the grave." you growled quietly, pulling your hand away in disgust as kyra licked it, wiping it on her jersey.

"but i'm the child? grow up cooney-cross." you scoffed, letting out a yell as again kyra leapt onto you, this time successfully taking you down to the ground as the two of you rolled around wrestling until you were seperated by leah and steph.

most of the girls having filed out toward the pitch and steph impatiently tapping her foot in waiting you hurried to get your boots on, grabbing the afl ball out afterward.

"you can't bring it to training." "why not?" "well-" "see, you can't even think of a good reason stephanie."

and with that you tucked it under your arm and strode out of the change rooms as steph groaned. "can you see any greys jenny? she's been back for three days and its already falling out from the stress!" steph huffed gesturing to her hair as the tall scottish woman chuckled and slung an arm over her should.

"what is that!" vic pulled a face as you appeared with the foreign looking ball. "aussie rules ball!" you beamed, kicking it at kyra who dove to catch it, earning yourself the attention of a few more of the girls who looked on curiously.

"right i'm game. give us a go then skippy!" leah clapped as you tossed her the ball and explained how to hold and position it to be drop kicked. "yeah yeah its a ball, i'm an athlete. i got it!" she brushed you off as you held your hands up and took a few steps back.

you slumped into lotte who appeared by your side, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. "go on lee while some of us are still young, kimmy might have to retire by the time you kick this thing." you grinned cheekily, hiding behind lotte at the look sent your way by your captain across the pitch.

"oh brilliant! she's a natural." you threw your head back with a laugh as leah completely missed, nearly kneeing herself in the face as the ball bounced away. "shut up!" the blonde warned you with a glare, hurrying to grab the ball again.

"show me again." leah demanded firmly as lotte let you go and you grabbed the ball. "oi ireland!" you yelled, katie looking up from her conversation with gio and grinning as you held up the ball and she readied herself to catch.

"like this." you huffed as you kicked the ball with all your might, the red leather sailing up into the air and right into katies awaiting arms. "you know i might need to recruit you to take some of my goal kicks. how much do you really like being a striker?" manu messed up your hair with a gloved hand as you pushed her away with a smile.

"how the fu-" leah shook her head as katie booted the ball toward caitlin perfectly. "its cause she's got a bit of aussie in her, literally." you smirked quietly, leah turning to you with wide shocked eyes at the comment.

"i'm telling steph to wash that filthy little mouth out with soap tonight skippy."

you barely heard her as you were already taking off racing toward kyra who was trying to teach gio how to kick, your body hurtling into hers. "tackle!" you cheered as kyra groaned from beneath you and you plucked the ball from her hand and took off again.

"they don't tackle in afl you little shit thats nrl!"

"nope!" you were suddenly off the ground again as caitlins arms wrapped around your waist and took you down to the ground, tossing the ball to katie and getting off of you.

"piggy in the middle!" you cheered happily jumping to your feet and racing off toward an unsuspecting cloe who was merely holding the ball, the blondes eyes widening as she hurried to toss the ball toward sabs who frowned in confusion before your body hurtled into hers.

"hey steph." the defender looked up from where she was watching you as jen appeared by her side.

"yeah mate, i can see those greys now."

[lostinlovingrevery]

Can we talk about Trilogy!Logan? I feel like he can come off as a real piece of shit to the other X-Men the way he takes advantage of your kindness. He knows you have a lil crush on him and he will use that to get you to run petty errands. This man will straight up sit his ass on the couch doing nothing and request you fetch something for him. What the others don't know is that he really just does it for your attention over everything else because he's obsessed with you. Maybe he's stringing you along a bit longer than nessisary, but as soon as he gets the chance to prove it, he would do the same favors for you. Still, Jean will pull you aside and tell you Logan can get his own damn beer. Motherfucker would get a kick out of seeing you pick out all the green m&ms because it shows how devoted you are. Hate him so much (he's my favorite).

OH MY GOOOOOD HE'S SO MEAN YOU'RE RIGHT

The way I would be SO guilty of this bc i'm the type of person to jump up and do anything for anybody the second they say something- even if they aren't directly asking me to do it- I'll be like "Oh I got you!" *does anything and everything for them*

(this is a lil self indulgent lmao)

A tad implied smut towards the end

It seems like an jerk thing- but its like you said, he absolutely just wants your attention. You're a busybody around the mansion, the fix-it-person who's handling all the fires. So what if he asks you to grab a beer for him? You're already on the way to the kitchen to start dinner anyway. Then when you hand it to him and he takes he chance to grab your hand and keep you in place for longer than two seconds so you'd look at him and he can hold a small convo where he thanks you for it. Another excuse just to touch you.

Maybe he just admires your kindness. He's such an ass most of the time, lost faith in humanity a long time ago and while he doesn't go out of his way to be cruel- we all seen his broodiness and knee jerk sarcasm. He's fascinated how you don't seem to blink an eye at one of the students asking for help with their essay, or when Scott asks you to grade his tests because he's got training, or Jean begs you to take her day to cook dinner, and more.

Maybe it's the feeling of being looked after that gets him to ask you to help him with the laundry. He's been on his own for so long- having someone- esp someone as pretty as you- jump at the chance to lend a hand for him, does something. A flutter of his heart, tightness in the crotch of his jeans....

Hes OBSESSED with you. every time he asks you for a favor. He's picked up it's the only way he'll be able to get close to you, form something of a relationship with you. You're so busy, you're barely alone in the mansion thats crowded with students. He gets off on your attention to him. He'll touch you on the hand or the arm or the lower back and gets real close to thank you- watching the way your pupils widen and listens to how your pulse quickens and your breath hitches when he whispers something sweet in your ear. You stammer a "no problem" and walk off, flustered as well and unsure what to do with yourself.

and he'll definitely return the favor. Maybe over time he starts to notice what you struggle with. How maybe you don't feed yourself as much, your own pile of paperwork that's growing everyday. You're laundry that sits in the corner, forgotten about as everyone else gets theirs done first. Small things- leaves some water on your desk, maybe helps you out with dinners- a little rusty on cooking but he's better than Jean or Scott. Maybe he throws your laundry in the wash, maybe he snags one of your panties,

Maybe one night he notices you've been moving nonstop all day, can see the exhaustion in your eyes. The mansion has settled in for bed, but you're still up cleaning the kitchen. He makes you leave, and finishes it up himself.

He watches you running back and forth, organizing things, handing off papers. Eventually he grabs your arm and tugs you down on his lap. It takes you by complete surprise, while he loops his arm around your waist and tugs you closer as he leans in.

"You're making my head spin doing all that running bub,"

He's not going to start picking up other peoples messes like you do- no. He pulls his weight around the mansion when he gets settled in of course. A few repairs, maybe assists in some training (that he dreads) He will tell them off if he's in the room when they ask you.

"Do it your damn self Summers." He snaps when you're trying to have lunch and Scott comes in asking you to do yet another favor.

He does things for you, though. You don't have to ask him to do a damn thing. He just does it. He teases you and tells you to learn how to relax once in awhile, and you laugh him off- telling him relaxing isn't possible for you.

and maybe one night, he comes into your room and helps you really relax.

[sos-gone-deeper]

The Wilderness Has Chosen (Van Palmer x Reader)

In 1997, the card draw has been rigged, but Shauna shakes things up. Now, you're in a desperate fight for your life as Van tries to save you.

A few notes:

Reader is never gendered, but since Van's a lesbian i guess this is female reader?

i don't remember the order of the cards lol whoops

Reader and Van have an established relationship

Reader has a friendship with Mari and Travis

Someone (won't spoil ;) ) dies in your place

it's implied that the reader was in on all the plans (getting Natalie to the mountain, killing Shauna, etc. Basically reader knows everything that is happening in the third season's finale).

That's all!!

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I watch as Shauna slowly creeps from her place. I thought maybe she was going to say something, but instead she wordlessly wanders over to me. I look her in those soulless eyes that used to be filled with love, and she gives me no emotion as she slides into the space between me and Mari.

Travis' face drops, and he takes a huge pull of his wine. Mari starts to protest, but stops as Shauna tells Tai to start passing the deck around. Van clenches her jaw tighter and stares off into the distance.

Shauna knows, right? She knows these cards are rigged. Who snitched? I look towards Melissa and Akilah. It had to have been Mel.

I was supposed to be the person who draws before Hannah, and since Shauna is before me now, it shifts the cards down. I know my fate. I wouldn't say i've accepted it, but I know it's happening.

This is the wilderness punishing us. For trying to rig the cards -a glance towards Van's bowed head- for fixing the transponder - a glance at natalie's hooded face - for planning to kill The Queen - a look at Melissa's unwavering face.

I watch as the deck rotates. Shauna draws an 8 of spades, the 8 of spades that was meant for my hands. I hear Van shakily exhale, but I can't bring myself to look at her. She knows. Almost everyone in this damn circle knows.

For some reason, I found myself remembering the time we snuck off to the lake. The sun was setting, and I couldn't stand to sit in that cabin for one second longer. If I focused enough, I was able to convince myself that we were back home, at the lake, and nothing bad was happening, or ever would happen.

The cards come to rest infront of my eyes, fixed to the ground. I don't take my time to draw and say a prayer as they slowly reveal the card like everyone else. I tear it off like a bandaid as I grab it, bring it to my face, and stare that queen card in the eye.

God damn you, Shauna Shipman.

I flip the card to reveal my fate. Faces drop, but some I can't even see through these stupid masks.

Shauna is the first to speak up. "Tough luck, Y/N."

"Fuck you." I retort.

"The wilderness has chosen." Lottie says, placing Jackie's necklace in Shauna's palm.

"No." I hear Van gasp out as Shauna gets close enough to put the necklace around my neck. Momentarily, I thought about kicking her in the shin, head butting her, doing something. But it was useless. That gold chain is already weighing heavy on my neck.

"12.." Lottie starts counting. I watch as some people reach for weapons timidly, while others grab them with vigorous force. Travis waltzes back to his hut, casting me one final look from those hardened brown eyes. It read, good luck. don't die. Am I momentarily pained that Travis wasn't going to help me? Yeah, I am. But in his drunken mood he'd probably accidentally kill me or something.

"11..." I feel someone grab my shoulders. I turn to see Van's tear stained cheeks and worried eyes. "Listen," she says, "We're gonna get you out of this. I'll go after Hannah, I'll do something. But you gotta go-"

"10." Shauna shouts as she approaches me and Van. I can't help but recall all the times we sat together in class, giggling until we were scolded, and how the times have changed.

"You deserve everything that's coming for you!" I yell at her. I take my last look at Van's face before I book it to the tree line.

"9..." I hear Lottie's faint voice continue. I try to work out a game plan rather than running full force into the woods.

Van's gonna go after Hannah, but everyone else will be on my tail. I just have to go as far out as I can while still knowing where I am. I just need to run enough so that Nat can get the transponder up and Van can get Hannah and Melissa can get Shauna-

I felt my teeth click together as I hit the ground. I roll over and find my pants were caught on a root.

Leave a trail of clothes and then go the other way, I thought as I pulled my pants down to reveal the leggings underneath. The cold snow nipped at me as I threw my pants behind me and kept moving.

Back at camp

"Hey." Van said to Mari, pulling her gaze away from the ground. "Where's your weapon?"

"I have a plan, but you gotta help me." Mari whispered, glancing toward Shauna assuming her spot, weapon in hand. "I'm gonna distract them. I'm gonna take my bright clothes off, blend into the snow. It'll look like I'm Y/N and they'll go after me."

"3..."

"No." Van said. "I'm gonna go after Hannah. If someone else dies, Y/N will stop being hunted."

"2..."

"Well you can do that, but they aren't gonna go after her. I'll distract the rest, you kill Hannah, and we'll stop the hunt."

Van wasn't even thinking about Natalie's plan, or even Melissa's. All she could picture was your laugh, your eyes, the way you always stood up for what you thought even in minor debates back home and especially out here. the way you cried when your friends died, the way you didn't ever take the first bite, scared to be disrespectful to the corpse laid out before you. She pictured that last look she got of you that had "I don't want to die" written all over it.

"1..."

"I don't want to die."

"Fine. Be smart." Van said, watching everyone stare into the trees.

Shauna's howl broke the silence, and feet started pounding. There's no stopping it now.

In the woods- your pov

By the time I was down to a leggings and longsleeve, I didn't know where I was or how far out they were. I hold my breath as I listen for howls and screams, and hear them coming from my left.

I quicken my pace as I approach a clearing, hoping to sprint through it to keep myself from being out in the open. The shouts behind me have grown far more distant and seem to be venturing along where I had tossed my clothes. As I glance farther in front of me, I see someone sprinting towards me. Gasping, I throw myself behind a tree. I thought maybe they had seen me, and that was confirmed when I heard the shouting start from the other side of the clearing.

Do I run? Do I wait for them to show up? Did I mess up my clothes trail? What if Van's with them? Will she save me or will they kill us both?

As thoughts run rampant in my head, I hear a single set of footsteps growing closer, before they're cut off by a scream and a crackling noise. I flinch at the thud that seems to vibrate the ground, not daring to move from the tree.

The girl's hooting hasn't ceased, and I pray that the noise hasn't drawn them further. I dare to peek around the tree and see a giant hole in the earth with someone standing over it. I recognize the face covering immediately, and abandon all notion of hiding as I approach.

Van hears the crunch of snow under my busted sneakers and her head snaps up. I watch her rip off her hat and look at me with big, sad eyes. I approach slowly, but the second I reach her arms I collapse to my knees as my adrenaline runs out.

"Oh my god." Van chokes out as she cries into my hair. I clutch her arms for dear life, harder than the time she was trying to dunk me in the lake, and even harder than when I held her hand as her wounds were being stitched, crying out every time Misty pierced the needle into her face.

It dawns on me that haven't even looked into this pit that has opened before me. I stand and approach it, Van staying behind me. I look down to see a girl with black hair laying at the bottom, wooden spikes piercing through her body all over. I gag and turn the opposite way, facing Van.

"Who.. who is that? Do you know who that is?" The hair is black, which narrows it to Robin, Hannah, and-

"It's Mari." Van sobs out as she burst into tears. I hold her close, slowly realizing the weight of her words.

It's Mari.

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First post!! I hope everyone enjoys!!

[exitingmusic]

F.Y.B.F (Keegan Russ x reader)

AN: So bear with me if anything is wrong :). If there is you didn't see it also please PLEASE SEND ME REQS I don't have any ideas

Warnings: SMUT, p in v, cowgirl, missionary, choking, voice kink, slight exhibitionism, possessive Keegan

Word Count: 2.5k

You firmly set your phone on the table, your fingers itching to give in, to text him.

It was a cycle, every time.

No matter who you were with, it was like a magnetic force pulling you right back to him.

No matter how many people he beat up that you tried to go on dates with.

No matter how many times you'd wake up the morning after, alone and clean.

He could be the devil himself with how he tempted you. He didn't even have to say or do anything, just his existence pulled you towards him.

It had been over 2 weeks since you'd seen him, 2 weeks since you started to try to move on with this new guy, Adam.

And it had been a week since you realized it wasn't gonna last long.

It wasn't Adam's fault, it was just that you couldn't stay away from Keegan.

You didn't know what it was about him, maybe it was the way he stared at you over his drink whenever he saw you with someone else at the bar, one eyebrow raised, that stupid smirk on his face knowing it wouldn't be long til you were back under him.

Maybe it was the way he just popped up everywhere you went, offering to pay for your meal as long as he could join you, glaring at any other man you were with.

Maybe it was how he looked on top of you, his dog tags dangling in your face as he fucked you senseless.

All you knew was that you were addicted to him like a drug... which is why you were now giving up and texting him...

Come over.

Keegan didn't respond, he never did. But you knew he'd show up to your house in a few minutes, letting himself in.

You really didn't mean to give him a key to your house, he just took your spare on the counter.

You sat at your kitchen table, tapping the fake wood anxiously.

Time crawled past as you waited before you heard his car pull up, not getting up from your chair as the door opened and closed, the sound of a key hitting your countertop and his boots coming up behind you.

"Took longer than usual," you greeted, your voice stiff.

"I'll make it up to you," Keegan spoke lowly behind you, pulling you up from your chair and turning you around harshly, not even giving you time to see his face before his lips were on yours.

He wasted no time, one of his hands on your jaw, keeping your lips against his as his other hand traveled down your back, pushing you forward against him.

Keegan's hand squeezed your jaw, a silent command to give him access to your mouth.

Wanting to toy with him, you kept your lips firmly closed, pressing harder against him as your hands gripped his shoulders.

A low sound came from his throat and he pushed you back against the table, your top half laying on the table as he held you down, his hand on your jaw moving down to your throat, lightly squeezing. Keegan's other hand moved under your shirt, his hand gripping you just below your bra.

You arched against him, your hands pulling him down with you so he was on top of you, your fingers raking his scalp.

Keegan let out a low groan, muttering curses against your lips as he pulled you up, picking you up as he carried you to your bedroom, already knowing the way by heart.

His lips were on your neck, your head tilted back as he laid you down on your wrinkled sheets.

He sat back to look at you before his hands moved to take your pants and underwear off, his fingers dragging in that spot between your legs as he pulled them off, his eyes half-lidded, that same smirk on his face.

He tossed your clothes to the floor, standing up to kick off his shoes and to take his pants off.

You watched him unbuckle his belt, eyes flicking up to his face as he stared at you, his head tilted slightly.

Oh he was giving you a show alright, tugging his shirt over his head and pulling his boxers down, keeping eye contact as much as possible.

You tugged your shirt off, not getting enough time to pull off your bra before he was on you again, kissing and biting your throat and chest before pulling you on top of him, his hand rubbing your slick all over your clit and down to your cunt, pushing two fingers in easily.

You tilt your head back letting out a breathy sigh as your legs instinctively spread wider for him.

"Missed me, sweetheart?" Keegan breathed as his lips traveled to your neck.

You could feel his stupid smirk as you stayed quiet, trying to stop the little sounds that threatened to pass through your lips.

Keegan didn't like that, giving your neck a bite as his thumb rubbed your clit as his fingers moved faster, finally drawing a quiet whimper from you.

"There you go baby, that's it," he muttered against your neck, his other hand squeezing your hip.

You let out a small moan and clenched around his fingers, bucking your hips slightly.

"Ah, ah, ah," he tuts, pulling his fingers out.

You start to protest but are silenced as he pulls you up and switches positions with you, him lying on his back as you sit on his thighs, his cock right in front of you.

Keegan grins, settling his arms behind his head as he raises an eyebrow, "Well?"

You huffed and took held of him and balanced on your knees before slowly lowering yourself down, head tossing back as he filled you up.

One thing about Keegan was he was vocal. Loud even, sometimes louder than you.

His head also fell back, his hands going to your hips to take hold of you, letting out a groan as you rolled your hips, "Fuck yeah I missed this cunt. Let me guess, you've been trying to find someone else but no one else quite hits the spot, eh?"

You didn't respond, too concentrated on moving yourself up and down on his cock, your hands grasping his shoulders for leverage.

Keegan sat up a bit to unclasp your bra, his hands immediately going to your breasts, squeezing them before latching his mouth around one nipple, his tongue swirling around it before gently biting it. At your gasp he soothed over the hurt with his lips before giving the same treatment to the other, lewd sounds leaving his mouth the whole time.

With one last squeeze he laid back down, his eyes not leaving them as your rocked your hips.

You continued to rotate your hips, occasionally rising so only the tip of him was inside you, something he clearly hated by the way he'd try to slam you down each time.

As you continued to toy with him, he grew increasingly more frustrated, pressing his head hard into your pillow, letting out a needy groan before he snapped, grabbing your hips and slamming you down repeatedly.

You could feel his eyes on your chest as you leaned your head back, arching slightly at his attention.

"There ya go sweetheart," Keegan murmured, his fingers raking at your chest.

Gods you were so close. Your thoughts were starting to get fuzzy, the only thing present was him, him.

He was all around you, inside your body and brain. You were being consumed by him, the idea of him.

That was, until he stopped.

You let out a desperate whine as he stopped moving, his hands on your hips to keep you in place.

As you descended from whatever heavenly place you were heading, you realized why he stopped.

Your phone was ringing, the glaring name of Adam Kent on the screen.

Keegan gave you a look, "Well aren't you going to answer it?"

You shook your head, there was no way you'd answer any guy's call while sitting on another guy's dick, a guy you said you're done with, for good this time.

Keegan shrugged and pulled out, flipping you over and leaning over top of you, pushing back into you with no resistance.

He then grabbed your phone and clicked the answer option.

Your eyes filled with horror and you opened your mouth to protest but one of his hands wrapped around your throat.

Keegan grinned as he slowly moved inside you, his thrusts slower, but deeper, savoring the feeling of your warmth clenching around him as his hand around your throat prevented you from telling him to hang up.

"Hello? Where are you? Why haven't you been answering my calls? Hello?" Adam's voice asked through the phone speakers.

"What's up man?" Keegan asked grinning, his eyes on you.

His hand left your throat, pinning your wrists above your head as he picked up his pace, watching your eyes roll back as you tried to keep quiet.

An awkward beat passed before Adam spoke again, "Who is this? Did you take her phone?"

Keegan laughed, partly to disguise his moan, "Trust me, I think your gonna find out soon."

He set the phone back on the nightstand before pulling out and slamming into you fully. You weren't able to stop the strangled groan the spilled from your lips.

Through the lewd sounds of your moans and the sounds of your bodies, you could faintly hear Adam sputtering and yelling something.

Keegan laughed, picking up the phone and bringing it close to your face, "You ever heard these sounds before? I doubt it. You see, I make her feel so good she asks for me to come over, not because she feels bad for me. C'mon lift your hips for me, love," he mutters.

You obey instantly, letting out a whine as the new angle let him drive deeper into you.

"That's it, good girl," Keegan groaned, throwing his head back, one of his hands kneading your tits as the other one kept your thighs apart.

It was too much, him moving inside you, he was tearing you apart.

"You close baby?" Keegan panted, "Show 'em those sounds only I can make you feel."

Almost by his command, you fell apart, your legs shaking as you orgasmed, your back arching and your eyes rolling back.

He slowed down, careful not to overstimulate you but wanting to prolong your pleasure as much as possible.

As you slowly regained your senses, you saw him watching you, an unusual look in his eyes.

You could feel that he was close, his cock throbbing inside your walls. As his hand slithered down to play with your clit, you whimpered and clenched around him.

That was his breaking point. Keegan let out a whiny groan and pulled out quickly, sitting up to cum all over your thighs.

Immediately, he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in between your breasts. You could feel his heavy breaths against your skin.

You could hear the sound of Adam still talking. Groaning internally, you grabbed your phone, immediately pressing the end call button. You tossed your phone, it clattering somewhere else in your room, it didn't really matter.

Keegan chuckled, nosing further into you, "Not wanting to talk eh, love?"

Snorting, your responded quickly, "Not to him," ignoring the way the nickname stirred something in your stomach.

Despite your better judgement, you craved him. Your hands started gently combing through his hair, ignoring his quick intake of breath.

It didn't matter anyway, right? He'd leave sometime in the night and you'd wake up, alone, all cleaned up.

Keegan let out a sigh against you, his hands comfortably trailing on your sides.

God he felt so good against you, so warm, like he belonged there.

His hands gently lulled you into a sleepy state, only aware of Keegan laying on top of you, breathing softly.

You felt comfortable and content, your hands stilling in his hair as she slipped beyond the veil of unconsciousness.

As the beams of sun flickered through your opened curtains, you blinked blearily to the sight of you alone in your bed.

You weren't surprised but some part of your heart sunk at the familiarity.

As usual, you were cleaned up, left in the same position you fell asleep in.

You slipped on some underwear and a sweatshirt, listening to the grumbles sounding from your stomach.

Cursing, you nearly tripped over your phone, still lying in the floor after you threw it. You quickly checked it, no cracks, just a ton of missed calls and ignored texts from Adam.

Oh well, it was bound to end sometime soon anyway.

You froze as you heard a clatter from inside your kitchen. Grabbing the scissors on your desk, you tip toed to your kitchen, peeking around the corner, the sight nearly making you drop your makeshift weapon.

Keegan was there, standing in your kitchen, cooking.

You didn't know which was more surprising, the fact he was still here or the fact he knew how to cook.

Well clearly not very well, judging by the way he was cursing as he banged on the side of your toaster.

He turned around as he heard your footsteps, giving you a sheepish smile as he gestured to your toaster, "Sorry for making a racket it's just this thing ain't working."

You raised an eyebrow, "Maybe because you haven't plugged it in."

"Oh, yeah, of course," he trailed off, finally getting it to work, "Why are you giving me that look?"

Clearing your throat, you looked away, "Well... I was just surprised you stayed."

Keegan grimaced, "Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't been doing that. I guess I just thought you just wanted a quick fuck."

You paused, "Why on Earth would you thi-," you cut yourself off, sniffing, "Did you burn something?" He froze instantly, "Oh shit the eggs!" He ran over to the stove, his shoulders slumping as he turned off the stove, revealing the half raw, half burnt mush.

You suppressed your chuckle, "It's okay, I'll order something."

Keegan shook his head, "Nah, I'll pay. I'll also have to pay for a new skillet most likely."

A quiet ding! sounded from the toaster, two black pieces of toast popping up.

He sighed, getting his phone out and going to the DoorDash app, "C'mere," he said, pulling you into his lap, "Let's find something edible to eat."

Keegan paused, looking at you suggestively with a grin.

"Don't even think about it," you warned, "I'm hungry too."

He sighed and shook his head, "After you eat then."

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

Jude noticing you in the crowd and makes a move

Genre: fluff

Warning: reader who isn't into football, Jude flirting (?)

Word count: 600

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x f reader

Author note: thanks for 15k followers. I'll try my best to write more tho

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You weren’t really into football as others were. Your friends has managed to dragged you with them to see their favorite team real Madrid play against some other team they didn’t tell you about. You couldn’t even pretend you were interested as they were that’s why you were sitting in the crowd, nose deep in your phone while everyone else buzzed as they waited for the game to start.

“I’m so excited.” Your friend Tessa said beside you. Her legs bounced up and down as she looked out at the field.

“ I’m not excited.” You sighed, tucking your phone into your pocket. “I should have stayed home and studied.”

“Oh my gosh lighten up y/n!” your friend groaned, rolling her eyes. “you’re about to watch a bunch of men chase a ball. That’s way better than studying.” Your friend wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “maybe you’ll find some of them attractive. Like Eduardo Camavinga or Jude Bellingham. Oh here they come.”

Your friend squealed as a bunch of men ran on the field. You eyed them as they ran out to do some warming up.

You were about to look away until one caught your eye. “who’s that?” you pointed at one on the field.

“Oh that’s Jude Bellingham. Hot right?” she turned away to engage in conversation with your other friend. All you could do is nod.

He was extremely attractive. More attractive than any man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

You tried to tear your eyes away from him, but you couldn’t. You stared at him for what felt like forever. That was until his eyes met yours.

Instantly you looked away, heat growing on your cheek. When you looked back at him after a few seconds his eyes were still on you.

You had to be dreaming. Was he looking at someone else? You turned around noticing nobody else barely filled the section you were in.

You turned back to the field to realize Jude was no longer in the spot he was in before. Your attention turned back to your phone, trying to distract yourself. Before long the game started. You watched the players run back and forth, kicking the ball between each other. Everyone around you grew excited and nervous every time the ball got closer to each goal.

What you did know was the ball needed to go in the net and that’s what happened around the 30th minute of the game when Jude kicked it in.

The crowd interrupted in cheers at their Starboy. You smiled watching all his team mates crowd him. He then did his famous celebration and grabbed his shirt showing off the Madrid badge. He found himself pointing in your direction, winking at you as he did so.

You weren’t sure if it was directed at you or not. Soon you found out.

The score was 3-1 when the game was over. Everyone flooded out of the stadium but you and your friends lingered for a bit.

“ma’am you heard from behind you.” You turned around to see a guy you assumed was staff by the real Madrid badge on his suit.

“can you come with us. Someone would like to see you.”

You were confused but you told your friends to get going and you’ll meet them later before following the man.

He took you out of the stands in down through the tunnel. You followed him into a long hallway that was full of people.

“stay right here.” You stopped as he said. You watched him walk away, disappear into a room then emerging with the 6ft tall footballer Jude Bellingham.

He smiled when he saw you standing there. Your breath hitched when he walks towards you. He was walking towards you!!

“ I’m sure you saw me staring and pointing at you like a weirdo.” Jude leaned up against the wall beside you. “ I’m Jude.” He stuck out his hand waiting for you to shake it.

You laughed slightly. “yeah I noticed. I’m y/n.”

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I know cliff hanger. Im not sorry

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yk what? go ahead and actually take the intro to a fic I started writing fucking forever ago but ended up abandoning. It's a bit of a heavier mdtb so I hope u werent hoping for fluff, whoops

It was no secret that Uchiha Madara and Senju Tobirama got along like a particularly territorial cat who'd been kicked one too many times and a rabid dog with violence on the mind and enough rabies packed in one bite to kill a man. Which is to say, very fucking badly.  Alright, that wasn't quite true. They could be almost civil about their dislike for each other.  Madara was honestly proud of how neatly he could tuck away his urge to launch himself across the table and wrap gloved hands around that damnable throat every time Tobirama gave one of his half scoffs— always so filled with sharp disapproval and thinly veiled disgust.  Maybe seeing a bruise or two on that pale neck of his every time he looked in a mirror would remind Tobirama to keep his unwelcome words to his damn self. Madara would say that sharing an office space with him was almost an endless game of “who snaps first and starts the days first argument.” But if he did, he would probably have to admit that he may be losing that game. It really was hard to keep track. But really, how was Madara to blame, when Tobirama made the act of provoking him such an art?  In this new era of peace, Madara had quickly found that the only way to make his blood sing like it once had on the now empty battlefields, was to get a reaction out of the Senju ghost.  To make his face flush with anger, to see him grit his teeth as he stood up to shout, to see that damned icy mask of his splinter. Watch it crack in half to give way to the burning, all encompassing passion buried underneath all those layers of disdainful manners and passive aggressive comments.  And Madara knew, he knew, that Tobirama’s blood must sing the same way as his own when they argued. Or why else would he keep coming back?  Ignoring, of course, he didn't have much of a choice.  After all, the village was a team effort. With Hashirama now dealing with the bulk of public politics, more behind the scenes work was left to the two of them. Which meant countless nights shared debating paperwork, up in arms and at eachothers throats over street placements and food stall permits.  Tobirama couldn’t avoid Madara if he tried, and the knowledge weighed warm in his chest, knowing that to run away from him would mean to abandon his duties.  And Senju Tobirama, horror that he is, was not one to shirk his duties. That, Madara knew intimately.  He’d known it before, distant though the fact was. And he’d learned it, been reminded of it, over and over, day and night again with each passing week spent in painful collaboration.  If only that duty of his could have been redirected, played against him perhaps. A dutiful man was a man prepared to give all too much of themselves away, under the right circumstances.  And Senju Tobirama was a very, very dutiful man. A man as horribly loyal as Tobirama was a very valuable man to have in one’s pocket. What Madara wouldn’t give to have someone like the ghost at his own side. Someone willing to tear their own heart out, still beating, and place it at the feet of the one he was sworn to.  Ah... and that would make for a very pretty picture too, wouldn't it? “What are you smiling at?” Scowled the man himself, squinting up at Madara suspiciously from a desk across the room.  “Ah.” Madara hadn’t even realized his lips had begun to pull into a low smirk. He brushed his gloved hands against his mouth as if to banish it, and shook his head. “Nothing.”  Tobirama's eyes narrowed further, obviously unbelieving, but he made no comment. Returning to his work in silence, and allowing Madara his peace.

Maybe I'll finish the fic one day, maybe not. The entire fic can basically be summarized as "genderbent au tbrm gets zapped into canon and Madara, who is deep in denial ab being attracted to Tobirama bc of period accurate internalized homophobia, maybe loses his mind a teeny bit as Tobirama suddenly becomes someone he is ""allowed"" to be attracted to (doubly so bc he views it as "giving him the disrespect he is owed"), and proceeds to be a bit of a fucking freak about it all" Canon compliant, very messy and complicated mdtb, which I always love to see

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[sweetiesicheng]

wooyoung - star player

word count : 979

i need it on record that i know absolutely nothing about soccer besides this one player who was on a cover on a magazine okay thanks bye

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"don't let them past you! you're breaking formation!" you hear your coach yell as you and your team run through practice. your team had previously made it into the semi-finals for a tournament in your district. all of you have been practicing like crazy for the game that is at the end of next week.

after awhile, your team is given a break. practice would last for at least another two hours, but the boys soccer team also had to get on the field with your team to practice for a match they’re in.

"you look like someone ran over you.”

you look up while drinking from your water bottle to see the captain of the boys's team, jung wooyoung.

"what do you want, jung?" you ask him as he drops his bags down on the grass in front of you.

"just messing with you," he says and crouches down so he can peck your lips, "you're doing great, babe."

you smile at him, "thanks."

"hey, coach has to talk to someone. you guys take a break while we warm up," one of the guys says to your team.

"i'll take it."

"yea, i'm beat."

"thanks."

some of the guys start practicing on the field while your team took a much needed break. wooyoung sits down across from you, digging in his backpack before pulling out a container.

"here, my mom made this," wooyoung says to you and starts feeding you snacks that he has in the small container. “good?” you nod your head.

"captain! you're gonna have to practice eventually!" you hear one of his teammates yell from the field.

wooyoung turns around, "shut up!" he yells and turns back to you. "have the rest," he offers, "i have another box," he adds before kissing your cheek.

wooyoung gets up and hurries to the field, immediately starting to practice with his team.

"your boyfriend is so head over heels for you," one of your teammates says as she undos her hair to redo it.

"he's only being like this because we got into semis this year," you reply, "we still bicker like an old married couple."

"you two are so cute," another teammate says before sighing, "if only i could find a guy like him."

"there's a whole team of lunatics right there."

"didn't you like—?"

"shh!"

your coach comes back after a few minutes, and your team starts practicing again. you run through your usual formations with a few player changes just to try new things out.

"woah!"

"sorry!"

it's trial and error as new players are changed. usually, your team is pretty cohesive, but the pressure is way too tense.

"okay, you two switch again, and you two switch," your coach instructs, making more player changes.

you continue practicing and run across the field. someone passes you the ball, and you start running toward the goal.

"come on y/n!" you hear wooyoung cheer for you. you kick the ball and watch it fly into the net. the goalkeeper misses the ball and falls to the ground. "that's my girl!"

"hey, jung. keep it down," you hear your coach say to the captain.

"nice one, y/n," one of your teammates says to you.

"thanks," you reply.

"let's keep this up," another teammate says, "the other teams won't have a chance against us," she says with a grin.

"alright, ladies, let's run this again," your coach says to all of you.

—

practice ends as the sun starts to set. it’s evident that everyone is beyond tired and hungry at this point.

you sit with your teammates by a set of bleachers. most of them are getting ready to leave while the rest of you take a break before going home. the guys are also hanging out, praising all of you for doing well.

"y/n, want to grab dinner with us?" one of your teammates asks.

"nah, maybe lunch or something else tomorrow," you reply as you take your cleats off.

"suit yourself."

"see you guys!"

people from both teams start trickling off the field. as you get ready to leave, you notice wooyoung talking to some of the players on the bleachers higher up.

you whistle, warning a look from everyone. wooyoung smiles at you before saying his goodbyes and walking over to you, climbing over a few bleachers to get down to you.

"you can stay. i'm going home," you say to him while putting your regular sneakers on.

"no, i'll take you home," he says. "i already called your dad and told him i'd bring you home when coach said practice was gonna be longer," he mentions.

wooyoung picks up his bags before reaching over to grab yours. you try to stop him, but he takes your duffel.

"i got it," he says to you. "hand me your backpack."

"i'll carry it," you say to him, backing away from him when he tries to grab your backpack from you. you stick your tongue out at him and he does the same. "are you staying for dinner?" you ask as you two start walking towards the parking lot.

"i need to go home. my brother went on a field trip and brought me a souvenir," he replies. you continue walking through the parking lot and make it to his car. both of you throw everything into the trunk before getting into the car.

you see wooyoung smiling as he starts his car up.

"what's with that face?" you ask him.

"just admiring how sweaty you look," he replies, earning a glare from you. he laughs for a second. "i'm kidding," he admits. "you're adorable."

"you're not half bad either," you reply.

wooyoung suddenly leans over the center console and kisses you on the lips. "you're doing great out there," he says to you afterwards.

you smile, "thanks, babe."

"anything for my star player."