#there's arms flying everywhere but it so wasn't touched

[fazcinatingblog]

god i hate melbourne but i've seen the kick from petracca at the very end and that was a goal

[ryujenini]

a ryujin and yeji x male reader breeding smut please

Sorry if this is bad, this is my first time writing for male reader so I wasn't really too sure what I was doing but hope this is okay

Kinktober Day 21 (🔞🍆💞)

Ryujin × Yeji × Male!Reader - I Want Your Babies

When you went out that night you never expected it the end like this, you made eye contact with a beautiful woman at the bar so you went over and introduced yourself, and she also introduced you to her friend after introducing herself, you thought they were both absolutely beautiful and offered to buy them a drink, being slightly shocked when they agreed

It was a few hours into the night and several drinks in when you felt the black haired girl, who's name was Ryujin , tugging on your arm and her cat eyed friend Yeji doing the same on the other arm, you looked at them both and waited for Ryujin to speak "can we leave .....with you....now" she whispered in your ear causing the hairs on your neck to stand up, you nodded at her in response standing up and escorting the two ladies out of the building, luckily you only lived a few minutes walk away so you led the way, Yeji still hanging on your arm and Ryujin whispering something to her

When you walked into your apartment you barely had time to shut the door before both girls were on you, Ryujin wasting no time in stripping you of your leather jacket, then pulling apart your shirt not caring about the buttons flying everywhere, while Yeji dropped to her knees instantly busying her hands unbuckling your belt before unbuttoning your jeans pulling them down leaving you in nothing but your boxers

Yeji then stood up, her hand cupping your growing erection and saying "take us to your bed big boy, we want you now" these words making your dick twitch under her hand

"Um .....this way" you let her know grabbing her hand and showing her the way, yeji grabbing Ryujin's hand and pulling her along too

You lead them into your room and the second they saw the bed they started stripping out of their dresses before getting on the bed and bending over onto their knees giving you a beautiful view of their asses that you couldn't wait to touch

"We want you to fuck us both so hard that we can't walk tomorrow" Ryujin said looking back at you , making you quickly take your cock out from your boxers, running your hand over it a few times until you were rock hard and making your way to the edge of the bed trying to decide who to fuck first  but Ryujin ended up making that choice for you when she move her ass back making your dick enter her pussy, the tightness momentarily taking your breath away

While you were fucking Ryujin you couldn't help but stare at Yeji who had now turned over onto her front and had her legs wide open for you as she played with herself, moaning as she circled her clit watching wantingly as you thrusted your hips into Ryujin at a sickening pace "oh fuck yes daddy just like that' Ryujin moaned out as she took all of your cock inside her walls feeling your tip hit her cervix, you did know how much longer you'd last the way Ryujin's pussy was clenched around you trying to milk you of your cum, 2 more thrusts and you tried to pull out nearly cumming but Ryujin didn't let you, trapping you inside her with her feet wrapping around the backs of your thighs keeping you in place "daddy ....please cum inside me....i want your babies" the brunette whined out desperately as she softly continued riding you and with the way she looked at you, you'd never be able to deny her so you did what she asked, cumming inside her pussy watching as the white liquid dripped out of her hole as you pulled out of her

However you didn't have much time to recover as Yeji had moved herself into Ryujin's previous position "Good boy" she praised "but now it's my turn" she said before turning to look at Ryujin who was infront of her and gesturing for the black haired beauty to lay down and spread her legs which she did, you watched as some of your cum trickled out of Ryujin's pussy but to your surprise Yeji swooped it up with her finger and licked it saying "we can't let that go to waste when  daddy tastes so good can we Ryujin" yeji asked in her sultry voice making Ryujin shake her head so you watched as Yeji leaned forward licking a stripe through Ryujin's folds before tongue fucking you're cum out of her best friend

Safe to say you were hard again and took no time grabbing Yeji's hips and entering her, stretching her out  as you looked up to see Yeji still eating Ryujin out, you used up the last of your energy grabbing a hold of the orange ponytail for leverage and stating to fuck Yeji with an animalistic pace that had her screaming into Ryujin's clit as she came with you doing the same shortly after as did Ryujin, you were exhausted as you pulled out of Yeji, once again watching as your cum dripped down her thighs before Ryujin nudged you out of the way so she could lick the cum from Yeji just like she had done to her moments ago

You watched the 2 woman wondering how this ended up happening to you, secretly hoping it happened again....which it did

[facefullofsadness]

May i request a bbangsaz mommy kink and degredation fic? With hanni as the top minji's too nice. Maybe a sprinkling of bondage? 🗣

sorry this one took so long, it was sitting in my head for a while. hope you enjoy it anon!

content - popular meangirls!bbangsaz x student!reader (high school!au), smut (threesome, mommy kink, degradation, slight bondage, loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, forced public sex, edging)

wc - 1857

a/n - had to delve deep into my writer headspace to try and think of how to write this bc nwjns girlies are my SWEET BABIES! but but I can find my own way to write it, I'm just so cool like that ;)

kim minji and pham hanni, resident popular girls of the school.

conjoined at the hip and strutting through the hallways like it's their own personal runway. these two were known to actually be really nice and generous, volunteering together around the school and yelling at bullies that would corner defenseless students.

that's what you had heard anyway. so, it came as a total shock and surprise that they were the ones cornering you, a defenseless student in an empty classroom. the three of you were assigned to be groupmates for a project, but they were too lazy to carry their end of the work load. and instead of sucking up to just finish it, they threatened you to do it!

"c'mon y/n-ie, just do it and nothing bad will happen, I promise!" hanni was always known to be a sweet talker, even as she has her hands pinning your shoulders against the wall, pressing hard enough it hurt.

her voice dripped with honey but her actions stung like the queen bee she was. minji watched quietly behind her, the taller girl's arms crossed and humming through a pleased smirk that rest on her lips.

"j-just let me go! I-I'll do the work, but just let me go..." you plead with the shorter girl who you felt so small against, your hands clutching at her blazer.

"mm, I don't know now, I'm having some fun with you. what about you minji? what do you think?" hanni's sweet voice masked with malice.

"she's too cute to let go of right now, I agree," the long dark haired girl says simply, walking up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "we can teach her a thing or two, bet she's a virgin."

the soft evil giggles from the other girl fill the empty room, "looks it! but she seems like such a whore. I mean why is her skirt so short? just asking to be taught a lesson. and her tits are practically spilling out! it only makes sense for us to do something about this."

it wasn't your fault your assets were busty and voluptuous that the school issued uniforms didn't fit properly, but to hanni and minji, it only fueled them on to punish you for how you slutted yourself out for the whole school to see!

hanni tearing your blazer off and ripping your shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere around the classroom. you felt as her hands flew up to trail your bare sides and slip under your bra, cupping your sensitive breasts.

"no! stop!" you whine desperately under the mean girl's touch.

"play nice hanni," minji calls from behind the girl.

the former rolls her eyes and scoffs, "oh please, you were the one that said you wanted to teach her something."

the latter sighs, "yeah, but a pretty girl hasn't asked us to stop before, feels a little wrong."

you shut your eyes closed at the feeling of hanni's thumbs rolling against your nipples as the two continue to talk, "she'll start to enjoy it soon, don't worry, they always do."

"isn't that right? you're just a doll for us to play with, aren't you?" she whispers lowly into your ear.

"not when you talk to her like that geez," minji comments again, hearing her voice get closer to the opposite side hanni was on.

you feel the tall girl's lips trail the side of your neck, leaving gentle kisses against it. you resist the urge to moan out at the feeling.

"ugh, I'm too impatient," hanni states before flipping your body over and pressing your front against the wall.

you feel her hands trail up your thighs and grope your ass.

you hear a genuine gasp followed by a sinister chuckle, "are you actually just a slut y/n? why are you just wearing underwear? did you want us to fuck you?"

her fingers trail across your slit through your panties.

"and you're fucking soaked! you're into this shit, aren't you? who would've thought such a studious goody two shoes virgin like you would be dripping at being treated like a whore by two popular girls! how intriguing!"

you whimper at her words and teeth nipping at your ear, hands on your thighs, pressing her front against yours and pinning you painfully against the wall.

"hanni please..." you plead out for nothing in particular.

it felt so wrong that you wanted her to stop, but it felt so good that you couldn't tell her to.

"hm? what was that? please what y/n? use your words," her digit presses against your hole while her thumb rubs your clit agonizingly through the thin and damp material.

"I-I'm... I can't, I don't..." you ramble, not knowing to say due to your dilemma.

"hmph, listen," you feel the girl's hot breath hit your neck as her mouth trails up until she's whispering in your ear, "I'll give in to what you want, what I know you want. my pretty little doll just has to call me mommy and I'll grant all your little dirty sinful wishes."

the smile you feel on your skin sends chills down your spine. how did it escalate to this?

"I..."

"y/n-ie, do yourself a favor and listen to hanni, it won't end very well for you if you don't, unfortunately," minji interrupts your thoughts.

"see? you know me so well!" the mentioned girl says, hearing her smile in her voice.

"I'm just looking out for the poor girl," she states with a pout.

"oh boohoo minji, she's literally fine. if anything, she's enjoying it! look at how wet she is," you feel the material of your underwear be pushed to the side before hanni's fingers slide through your entire slit, gathering your slick.

you bite your lip and muffle a moan at the contact. the short girl shoves her fingers towards the tall girl's face, showing her the sticky pleasure that dripped from your cunt.

"go on then, taste it, I know you've been dying for this too," hanni waves her fingers in front of minji's face.

the latter grumbles but proceeds to grip the latter's wrist, "I hate you by the way," she mutters before licking her fingers, slowly dragging her tongue along each digit, savoring your taste.

you rest your forehead against the wall and close your eyes, trying really hard not to look at the erotic scene occurring next to you. you feel a hand in your hair and it pulls your head backwards until you're facing the ceiling, neck exposed. your eyes shoot open at the action of teeth sharply sinking into your shoulder before retreating just as swift as they sank.

"hanni!" you shriek.

"please just listen..." you hear minji's desperate plea next to you, her hot breath hitting your sensitive neck.

"don't tease anymore, please..." you finally whisper.

"well, you know what to do then," the girl who bit you licks at the red marks that remain.

"m-mommy, please just... just fuck me..." you feel a tear run down your cheek, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable.

an amused giggle leaves hanni's mouth, a sweet but devilish sound, "that's a good little slut."

you're manhandled towards a desk nearby, hanni roughly bending you over it and flipping your skirt up. you wince a bit at the pain from hitting the desk, but it's quickly replaced by the feeling of your wrists being grabbed and held behind your back. you feel material bind your hands together (hanni's tie) quite tightly.

"don't panic, I'll give you exactly what you want," the girl behind you reassures (though you're not comforted).

minji comes into view in front of you, her hand under your chin holding it up to look at her.

"hi pretty. I wanna have my fun with you too, I don't think hanni should get all of you to herself," the girl caressing your cheek smiles.

she stands, hand cupping your cheek still. her other hand goes to lift her skirt up, exposing her dampened underwear. at that moment, you feel your own panties get pushed aside and fingers slide up and down your entrance.

"I'm gonna fuck your pussy while minji fucks your face! sound good?" you have no time to respond as you feel two fingers slip into your cunt.

your mouth opens to moan but is muffled by the girl in front of you shoving her clit into your face, her sigh filling your ears.

"use your tongue princess, come on," minji breathes out.

you obey, digging your face into the dark haired girl's core, tongue flicking over her clit and darting into her hole. you whimper against her as hanni's digits quicken their pace in you, her fingers curling to hit that delicious spot inside.

"ha, look at this slut! she's fucking moving by herself!" the girl behind you says amused.

you hadn't realized but she was right, your hips moved back against hanni's hand desperately, chasing your ever growing pleasure building in your stomach.

"ignore it angel, just keep going like that, it feels so good," the girl in your mouth sighs, her hand moving from your cheek to lace through your messy hair, massaging your scalp.

the whiplash between the two girls' attitudes towards you was dizzying. hanni felt like fire while minji felt like ice, one was vicious with her words while one was caring and careful with them. they must've stayed together for so long due to the opposites attract ideology.

your eyes squeezed shut at the slap that stung on your ass, the thrusting of hanni's fingers speeding up every second. you moan against minji's soaked pussy as another digit enters your clenching cunt.

"g-good girl, so good, feels s-so fucking good," minji mumbles above you, the grip in your hair tightening and pushing your face further into her.

"take it whore, take all of it," hanni behind you chants, feeling her place kisses on your ass.

"I'm so close," the tall girl gasps.

"hurry up, I want my turn," the short girl presses her thumb to your clit roughly.

"be- fuckkk... be patient, you've b-been playing with y/n this w-whole time," minji struggles through her sentence.

"so you can eat her out next geez, I'm looking out for you, you know!" hanni smirks before you feel her tongue drag against your entrance all the way back.

the vibration from your scream into minji's pussy has her clutching your scalp and stilling her hips, her moans fill the room and you feel her cum rush into your mouth. you drink all of it and give her kitten licks to guide her through her orgasm. her thighs tremble against you as your own legs shake from hanni's onslaught and abuse of your cunt. but it all suddenly stops when she pulls out her hand and slaps it against your clit a few times before pulling away completely.

you whine out a loud "no" in desperation, minji's hand combing through your hair to try and calm you down.

"don't you worry your pretty little lust filled brain dolly, we're just starting!"

all for a goddamn group project.

[kissohee]

We had first time with virgen!anton...

Can we have a little shot of their first time having that heating makeout session?? Pls.

virgin!anton x virgin!fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 992 ☆ one-shot mdni! warnings; anton gets a boner, male masturbation, quite literally uses the same dialogue from the full fic, written in antons pov read full fic here! a/n; sure! i kind of loved writing that small part too sooo ^^

There was nothing Anton loved more than to kiss you. He was sure it was because he was just so in love with you. And although the kisses were very short and sweet, they meant the world to him.

So of course when you're kissing him longer than usual, he swears he could fly. Every time you pull away to get ahold of your breath, he's pulling you back in for more. It was like there were magnets inside your lips that he just couldn't stop attracting to. He knew the kiss got more suggestive when you moved to sit on his lap without pulling apart, your hands moving to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Your tongue desperate in his mouth, mixing your spit together. His fingers slightly grazing your breasts, but not daring to touch them in case it wasn't what you wanted. He remembers someone mentioning to him about hickies once, and he absolutely loved the idea of his marks on you. So he slowly broke your kiss, leaving pecks down your jaw and onto your neck. You gripped his shoulders as he explored your skin, sucking on spots in hopes to leave a bruise, but not hard enough to hurt you in any way. It wasn't until he felt your grip harden when his lips touched a certain spot, where he softly took the skin between his teeth. The sound that came out of you so melodic to his ears. He needed to hear more of you. His lips traveled down to your chest, focusing on mainly your collarbones. When you said his name, he thought he had gone to far. It wasn't a moan, but more of you genuinely trying to get his attention. He stopped to look at you, your eyes however traveled down to his crotch. Scared to glance at it too, he finally felt it. His cock throbbed against the sweats he was wearing. Fuck. Without thinking, he removed you from his lap, placing his hands on top so you couldn't look anymore. "Oh my god.." Your eyes never leaving the bulge, Anton swears he's gonna faint. "I'm so sorry.." His voice decreasing to a whisper. "Why are you sorry?" Your attempt to not laugh went unnoticed by him, his focus everywhere else. His cheeks flushed "I don't know... It's.." He found himself having trouble forming sentences, "That's so gross of me, I don't know why it.." He was already hooking his legs off your bed, reading to get up and leave. But he felt your arms wrap around him in an attempt to comfort him, "You're a male human," You rest your head on his shoulder, "I don't think it's gross... It happens." That did not comfort him. There were many times in Anton's life where he felt embarrassment, but this one was by far the worst. Neither of you moved, he couldn't move. He felt frozen. He tried making himself feel better by reminding himself that you love him, and you've already expressed that you aren't disgusted. But still, your words don't take him back in time to avoid the situation. Despite the fact that he physically couldn't move, he felt his cock twitch. He should leave and go home, but then that means he'd have to go out in public like this. His desired solution would just be to die. But then at his funeral someone would have to bring up that he 'Died from embarrassment after popping a boner under his girlfriend.' Anton swears he was fighting demons in his head until he decided to just suck it up and jerk one off. "The.. Your.. Bathroom.." He stumbles over his words before leaving your room and heading to your bathroom in a hurry. If he's quick, he could just pretend he really needed to shit.

Leaning against a bare wall, he lowered all articles of clothing between him and his cock, his hand softly tugging on it while he bit on his index finger on his other hand. The feeling of his hand wrapped around his cock had him biting down slightly harder on his finger. His mind wandered back to the situation, to you. How much better you would feel than his hand right now. He tightened his hand to mimic your hand, which was much smaller than his. Was he a terrible person for imagining you, despite the fact that you were dating him? He wasn't sure, and he sure didn't care enough to stop and think. "Anton?" Fuck. "Are you okay?" Fuck fuck fuck. "On-one second!" He heard your footsteps walk back to what he assumed was your room after you acknowledged it. He was too busy to bother with his finger again, so he let quiet moans slip from his mouth. He didn't think they were loud enough for you to hear, especially considering your room wasn't too close to the bathroom. He's never felt so much sensation from his had before, which just drew even more moans from him. He was so close, he could feel it. His head couldn't catch up with his cock, as his cum covered his hand, hips twitching while it was released. He took his lip between his teeth so he could contain any louder moans than he ones he had already let out. When the bathroom finally stopped spinning, he cleaned himself up with urgency. How long has he been in here? He wasn't sure, but what he does know is that it was much longer than he had hoped. He quickly washed his hands, praying to avoid any awkwardness when he opened the door. He found you sitting on your bed, chewing on the sides of your cheeks as your eyes traveled everywhere but on him. "Walls are thin 'Ton..." This was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to him. There was absolutely no way Anton could ever face you ever again.

this was small and not really detailed but still 😭 - 🐠

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Off the Hook - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Soul-bonds aren't all they're cracked up to be...

tw: body horror, mentions of convalescence

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

It wasn't something she could confide in anyone. Not to Singed, who was there every evening, with his icky potions and ickier smiles. To him, she was J17: a collection of warm, pliable parts with a fascinating gooey center. His eyes, always looking for a place to cut the incision and dig in.

And not even Silco's implacable hand, clamping his bony shoulder, could pry Singed's hungry stare off her.

She was a science-fair, waiting to happen.

It wasn't something she could confide in Viktor, either. Even though he was there nearly as often as Singed. Always looking at her too. But so sweet, so solicitous, and so, so scared because of what they'd done—what he'd done—that Jinx couldn't stand it.

They'd had so much fun working together—two gears in a perfectly synchronized machine. But after the Change, the synchronicity was soul-deep. Infusion, exfusion; blood, bone; bile, brains. He felt everything Jinx felt. Hurt everywhere Jinx hurt. He knew her insides better than anyone in Zaun.

And he couldn't stand it.

Not because of Jinx's big-eyed, freckle-faced youth—though Jinx knew it was a huge factor—but because Viktor couldn't stand himself. His shame was a sub rosa scent, and it soured even the smallest joys, like Jinx showing off her gnarly stitches or sticking little paper hats on her finger stubs or doing a wickedly accurate impression of Singed when he brandished the catheter—"Tsk, tsk, it only hurts a teeny bit."

Viktor had a thing for guilt, the way Jinx had a thing for guns. And though the Change had knitted them closer—fused them into the same spiritual superstructure—the truth was they had a better dynamic apart.

He had his machines and his monomania to take him away from it all. Jinx had her monstrosity, and the madness of knowing what it meant. 

And though he'd sit for hours and hold her mangled hand—even kiss it, if she pouted extra pitifully—he was too careful, like she was made of cracked porcelain. His guilt insulated their connection. And though he was attuned to her pain, it was a reminder of those parts of himself he'd rather leave behind.

The Change had altered him too. Made him a different man from the Viktor of yesteryear.

He sought the very perfection Jinx dreaded.

A final destination; a final breath.

A be-all and end-all.

It was something else Jinx couldn't mention. So she let him off the hook in simpler ways. Most evenings, she'd let him make himself useful.

It was a cinch. Viktor had a thing for atonement too. He'd bend over backwards to remedy what he'd ruined. He made so many small improvements to Jinx's room. A bedside monitor, a gooseneck reading lamp, an ergonomic pillow, a massaging mattress topper, a heating pad, a white-noise machine, an aromatherapy diffuser, an extra-foamy skin lotion, an extra-frothy bidet.

(That's a thingamajig that washes your nethers, for the yobs.)

He also designed a pair of cybernetic prosthetics for her missing fingers. They were aces: composed of ultra-durable alloy that was 99.9% waterproof and 99.99% airtight, with an extra layer of ultra-fine nanomesh for maximum flexibility. It even had an integrated shock absorber for extra comfort.

Each digit had an advanced microcontroller. At a touch, they processed pressure, temperature, and humidity, so she could adjust the grip strength of her prosthetics on the fly. And to top it off, he added a nifty laser targeting system similar to his own robotic arm. The laser was controlled through an intuitive haptic interface, allowing Jinx to literally shoot finger-guns at her enemies.

A one-of-a-kind masterpiece. The perfect booby-trap for the ultimate prankster.

He even painted them her favorite colors. Pink and blue, in candy-cane stripes.

The prosthetics looked amazing. They also felt... weird. Viktor had added an extra layer of neural networking to the digits. They never spazzed, or shortcircuited or stopped mid-task. But the fusion between metal and meat wasn't a straight line. It was a spiral staircase, going down, down, down.

It gave Jinx vertigo. It gave her the chills.

Perfect symbiosis wasn't the same as the real deal. Flesh that was warm. Nails that cracked. Skin that bled. Her brain liked those fingers. They were grubby, grimy, grabby. But they were part of the whole.

Part of Jinx.

She couldn't tell Viktor that, either.  For a Tinman, Viktor was unbearably sensitive.  And Jinx, in her new state of hyperempathy, sensed how the act of soothing her physical ills soothed Viktor's psychic ones.

So she'd lay in bed and languish in agony—"They hurt they hurt they HURT!"—and let him fidget and fixate and fuss. His own augmented joints moved faster than ever, zipping everywhere with unsettling smoothness.  He'd teach her how to flex the digits using his own Hex-claw: a show of stealthy shadow-puppetry and high-swooping panache. Whenever Jinx got it right, he'd crack his one and only smile: a reflexive curl of lips that never quite crossed into mirth, but was unrecognizable as anything else. He'd work out the rest of her too, if she asked: moving her, turning her, positioning her.  If she needed her legs massaged, her neck cricked, her spine realigned, he did so with alacrity. Ditto if she needed her nails trimmed, her skin exfoliated, her eyebrows tweezed.

He'd even brushed her teeth once, which had been weird but also weirdly... erotic? He was so methodical. He worked the brush in a repetitive, almost hypnotic rhythm: back and forth, up and down. Twenty-five even strokes on the upper and lower teeth, fifteen strokes on the inside, and another ten to get all that gunk between her gums.

The sensation made Jinx's lips tingle and her tongue buzz. Her giggles throughout the operation were pure helium for his ego. He had no idea that by letting him help her, she was helping him help himself.

He had a lot of pain, too. And a lifetime's practice at denying it.

But Viktor could not deny her.

After the Change, he'd left off his stilted silences and terse civility. He'd stopped being curt. Stopped talking to her, too, like she was an unhinged brat with too many explosives and too little common sense.

Slowly, inexorably, he let slip the natural reserve that kept the world out—and kept his real self locked in.

His best self.

He showed it to Jinx in slices. He had a lovely reading voice.  Jinx was a rotten reader—she had too many thoughts to follow any plot. But she could listen, if she concentrated really, really hard. Viktor was good at keeping her engaged. He had a soft, deep voice that was easy on the earholes.  Its rhythm reminded Jinx of the sanding wheel in Silco's steelmill: slow, steady, precise. The Drekkengate accent had a lovely, lulling quality that put her right to sleep the way Mommy's lullabies used to.

And he could be funny. He had a wit that would've been dry as desert sand, except it was so painfully sincere you'd think he'd bled himself out to harvest every ounce. He'd tell her stories from his past. About the Academy. About Heimerdinger. About Talis.

They weren't always happy stories.  But there was an honesty to them that Jinx—the trickster—couldn't help but covet as her own.

 He told her about Sky.

Jinx listened, though the Change made his pain her pain. Made his guilt her guilt. Made her want to crawl out of her skin and set the rest of herself on fire.

Because she'd given him her pain, too. Like a present wrapped in pink foil, the edges of her psyche peeled off for his perusal. And he, Vik the Voracious, had eaten it raw. Everything—her childhood hurts, Mylo, Claggor and Vi, the Cannery, Vander in the burning alley, and most agonizing of all: Silco—Viktor had swallowed, and never spat out.

He kept the hurt. He held it for her. Same way Jinx held his own. They were a perfect circle: a circle of suffering. The snake eating its tail.

And the only way they'd ever find completion was to cut the circle in two.

Jinx couldn’t say that, either. So, on the nights when the circle closed too tight, a feedback loop of ow-ow-OW, Jinx would fake cataleptic fatigue, and send Viktor packing. It hurt her. It hurt him too. But the short nights apart, away from her spooks and his shadows, kept the circle from strangling them both.

Gave them each space to breathe.

Anyway, Viktor was Zaun's premier Machinist. He always had somewhere to be. A higher plane to ascend. One foot in the workshop; the other, in eternity.

Jinx knew he was busy with the post-disaster salvage effort. He was rebuilding the collapsed mining rig in the Deadlands; rebuilding the jellified bodies of the victims.

Rebuilding Zaun, one screw at a time.

And he was rebuilding himself along the way: reworking every foible; excising every flaw. 

He'd finish it, too. Even if it killed him.

He was already a third gone: one arm, half a leg, a lung, three vertebrae's worth of spine. The augmentations were subtle; only someone as savvy as Jinx could spot the difference. But every replacement cost a pound of flesh.  His body wasn't metamorphosing. It was nosediving, and Viktor had his hands all over the mothership's controls. Pulling levers. Pushing buttons. Steering the ship towards its final destination.

Not perfection.

Death.

Whereas Jinx was everywhere and nowhere at once.  Trapped, as only perfection can trap.

[t4tlottie]

the butterfly effect | sister barnes

— pairing: sister barnes x gn!reader

— summary: your girlfriend comes back after her death, just not in the way you'd expect.

— wordcount: 1,440

Lately, you've been feeling lost.

Nothing you seem to do appears to help you to find your way again. Even Sister Paxton's help hasn't worked. Although, you should be the one helping her, especially after what happened. It was awful. You couldn't believe such a crazed man could do something like this. I mean, to have multiple women locked up in his basement? And knowing Paxton and Barnes could've been the next? It made you feel sick.

Sick like how you felt when Paxton had told you why your girlfriend wasn't with her when she escaped. You were numb and sweaty and nauseated and you couldn't understand why this happened. She was supposed to come home to you after the mission and bake cookies with you. You were going to pick her up after they returned to their Elder and kiss her and tell her how much you missed her even though she had only been without you for four hours.

You were there when they came out with her body.

Part of you wishes you weren't, but you knew you would regret it if you didn't see her one last time despite the circumstances.

You couldn't see her very well with all the tears in your eyes, but you could make out the deep red gash across her throat. She was white as a ghost and just as unresponsive as one as you rushed up to the gurney and tried to shake her awake. You could have sworn she squeezed her hand over yours when you held it one last time, and the tears just fled out as you collapsed on the pavement. Thank goodness Paxton was there with you; otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to keep her nametag.

You take it with you everywhere now.

Sometimes, you wear it on your shirt to feel closer to her and to feel like you are her in a way. It comforts you. However, you do hate the sympathetic stares you get from classmates as you wear her nametag down the school halls. You don't know how many more "I'm sorry for your loss" conversations you can go through without exploding. All it does is remind you she's gone and never coming back.

Your vision blurs as you stare blankly at the leaves of the tree shaking from the wind. You don't know how long you've been sitting here tapping your pencil against the notebook you've been neglecting, but your cheeks hurt from the cold. But that could be from the dried tears that have been falling for hours. They started after your brain reminded you that she was gone again, and you thought of how she used to sit with you right in this spot while you did homework. The last time you were out here with her wasn't even that long ago. It was three weeks and 4 days to be exact. You remember the way she smelled like vanilla and how she clung to your arms and begged you to hurry up and finish so you could go back to her place. The warmth you felt as she touched you and mumbled right into your ear is now gone, replaced with coldness and a sense of longing.

The last few tears you can muster fall out of your eyes and slide down your cheek, hitting the already soggy notebook paper. You look down at the few words you've written and wish Barnes was here to tell you that you could finish it another day, that you deserve a break after busying yourself with homework so you wouldn't think of her.

The wind roars harshly and blows your pages all over the place, and when you stop it with your hand, it lands on a page that she drew on the last time you were here with her. You can see the shape of her sketch under your hand and you feel your heart thump in your chest. Sweat beads on your forehead as you slowly move your hand to reveal the butterfly she drew next to your geometry notes. She could always draw so perfectly. The more you look at it, the more it seems like it could fly right out of the page and into your palm. Your brows bunch up slightly as you trace your fingers over her drawing, feeling something like embarrassment as you find yourself being soothed by the texture of the colored pencil she used. For a moment, a flash of rage consumes you, and images of tearing your notebook apart until it's nothing more than microscopic pieces of paper flicker through your mind. You shake away those thoughts and slam the notebook closed, looking around the empty park and deciding you could do with a walk to calm your mind. It's what Barnes would've told you anyway.

You stuff your things back into your bag and sling it over your shoulder. As you swing one of your legs over the bench, you suddenly freeze, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread as if you're missing something. You pat your pockets. Still got your phone and wallet. You look down to the ground to check if you accidentally dropped a pen. Nope, nothing but dirt and trash. The feeling is still there as you dart your eyes all around you, trying to remember what you could be missing.

Suddenly, you feel something brush against your leg. You bounce up in shock and gasp, scrambling to get up from the bench and inspect your legs. As you wipe them down just in case there's a spider you can't see, you feel another brush against the back of your neck. Again, your body jolts in surprise, and you turn around to see nothing that could've done it. You really gotta go on that walk already otherwise you'll probably be eaten alive by whatever bug is messing with you. You tighten the straps on your backpack and pull your hoodie over your head (after shaking it to make sure no spider decided to warm up in there) and start walking down the hiking path. You feel light and empty as you observe nature around you. Empty in a good way, you suppose. Usually, when you feel empty, it comes with a sense of despair. But now, it's empty like the sea. There are waves crashing inside of you but you don't mind them. They feel good and the water spraying against your guts feels refreshing.

You think it's time to rest.

You've only been walking for around 20 minutes, but your calves are starting to cramp up.

The bench in the distance seems to glow under the sunlight as you limply make your way toward it, collapsing with a sigh as your ass hits the seat. You slide off your bag and set it next to you, tilting your head back as you bask in the warm sunlight while fumbling with the keychains on your backpack. At least five minutes must have passed before you opened your eyes again. You adjust them to the scene in front of you as you peek through one eye and watch the flowers dance in the breeze.

In the blink of an eye, a butterfly lands on your leg. You tense up and inhale sharply, half expecting it to fly away after you move in surprise. It stays right on your leg as you sit up straighter, leaning your head down to examine it. You might just be going crazy, but it looks exactly like the butterfly Barnes drew, right down to the pattern on its wings. Your lips quiver as you remember a late-night conversation with Barnes a couple of months ago where she mentioned that Sister Paxton went on and on about reincarnation and how she chose to be a butterfly in her next life. She thought it was cute and said that she would also like to be a butterfly. She asked you what you'd want to be, and you simply replied, "A flower. That way you can always land on me."

A shaky hand holds itself out for the butterfly, and a fresh tear drips down your face when it floats up and lands right on your pinky. Like a promise. Like the promise Barnes told you about coming back to you if she died before you.

As it seems to nuzzle itself into your touch, you recall what else she had told you about your reincarnation wish. You thought it was cheesy at the time and a shaky, watery smile appears on your lips as her voice echoes in your mind.

"You're already my flower."

[steddieas-shegoes]

if i could turn back time

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'time travel' rated t wc: 997 cw: mention of canonical character death tags: fix-it, light angst, happy ending, first kiss

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"I'm telling you Robin, this is probably when things went wrong!"

"And I'm telling you, things probably went wrong in the 60s! This isn't gonna change anything!"

Eddie shouldn't have been listening by the door of the RV, especially not when they thought he was hiding in the back, but he couldn't help his curious nature.

Curiosity killed the cat, but it entertained the banished.

"What are you gonna do, huh? Stay with him and Dustin? Sacrifice yourself? I'm not letting you do that!"

Eddie's brows raised.

"No, but with the three of us, we can remember to close everything off this time so none of us have to sacrifice ourselves. It keeps us all safe."

The voice suddenly stopped and Eddie barely managed to get away from the door before it was flying open and Steve was storming inside.

Alone.

Robin must have gone to help the kids and Nancy with their weapons.

Steve sat down on the couch, put his head in his hands, and groaned.

"Alright there, big boy?"

Steve jumped, his face turning to see Eddie awkwardly standing in the doorway to the back.

"Fine, yeah. Just stressed," Steve relaxed a bit, though Eddie could still see his white knuckles against his knees and his jaw clenching.

"You and Robin having a lover's quarrel out there?" Eddie asked, knowing damn well they weren't together.

He didn't have to know to know that Robin wasn't interested in Steve for the same reason Eddie wasn't interested in Robin.

"We just don't see eye to nose on some things," Steve shrugged. "She knows I'm right, she's just stubborn."

Ignoring the eye to nose comment would go down as one of the most impressive feats of Eddie's life, but he decided to focus on finding out what they were actually arguing about.

"She thinks you're gonna get hurt?" Eddie asked, moving over to the couch.

"More like killed."

Eddie couldn't hide the flinch at his harsh words.

"None of us are gonna die, man. We've got a plan."

"Yeah," Steve sighed. "I'd feel better if I was with you and Dustin though."

"I won't let anything happen to him," Eddie said softly.

He knew how much Steve cared for Dustin, felt that same protectiveness for the kid.

"It's not him I'm worried about."

"I'll be fine. I mean, even if not, it's not like we're friends. You'll all be fine," Eddie shrugged.

Maybe a part of him actually believed that, believed that everyone would go about their days if something happened to him. He didn't think anyone but Wayne would actually miss him, and he'd be fine eventually.

Steve was blinking at him.

"No, we won't." Steve's hand grabbed his knee, squeezing. "You think you don't matter to us, but you do. You have no idea how much you mean to everyone. When something happens to you, none of us will ever be the same."

Eddie's mouth felt dry, and then it hit him what Steve said.

"When?"

Steve's eyes widened.

"I meant if!"

"Steve. Does this magic girl you keep talking about know something? Did someone talk to her?" Eddie stood up and started pacing. "I know I said it'd be fine if something happened to me, but I'd rather not know. And now I'm thinkin' you might know something I don't and maybe Robin does too and-"

Steve grabbed his face between his hands, his grip almost hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Eds, I promise you, I am not letting anything happen to you. Not this time."

Eddie had a million questions, but as he looked into Steve's haunted eyes, he decided to wait.

He decided to trust Steve Harrington.

"Okay. Nothing's gonna happen to me."

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When Eddie made it back through the gate in the trailer, a few bruises on his shoulders and arms, but alive, Steve was there.

Looking at him in a way Eddie couldn't quite recognize.

And then touching him in a way Eddie wouldn't have expected.

His hands were everywhere, feeling along his arms and neck and shoulders, taking inventory of his bruises and cuts, the one bite mark he had on his side.

"You're okay?" He asked breathlessly.

"I'm okay." Eddie responded, just as breathless. "Steve. I'm okay."

His tone made Steve stop what he was doing and look in his eyes.

"Fuck, Eddie," Steve fell into him, pushing his face into his neck, breathing Eddie in as Eddie wrapped his arms around him.

"You gonna tell him or should I?" Robin asked from behind them.

Steve just whimpered in response and Eddie felt a wetness against his skin.

"Are you crying?" he asked, trying to push him away to see if he was okay, but Steve just held him harder.

"He's just happy you didn't die this time," Robin said.

"This time?"

"Yeah. You died the first time and it destroyed him. When we woke up back here, he spent so long trying to focus on you living, he forgot we had a real job to do. No offense."

"None taken," Eddie said. "Stevie, you gotta breathe."

Steve had started gasping for air against him, his whole body shaking as he came down from the adrenaline.

It took ten minutes, a cleared out room, and gentle hands massaging his back for Steve to calm down.

But Eddie sat with him and held him, talked him through whatever he was feeling and assuring him that he was okay.

"We all made it, sweetheart," Eddie whispered against the top of his head.

Steve stiffened in his arms, then instantly relaxed.

"Was it..." Eddie let out a long breath. "Before. When I died. Were we something?"

Steve shook his head and Eddie tried not let the disappointment be visible.

"We weren't yet. But I think we would have been. I wanted to be. Didn't get the chance."

"But this time you do."

Steve's lips pressed against his collar, lingering for a minute before he pulled back.

"This time we do."

[kanpaeki]

acai bowl - dominic fike x reader

gif belongs to @catrawrites, i believe! thank you. this was requested. 846 words, we're slowly gettin' up there. this was not proofread, my bad. just wanna get this out. love y'all <3333

warnings: slightly nsfw.

x

being with dominic from the beginning wasn't easy. there was always someone in your ear telling you that he was always going to end up back in jail and that he was no good; that moving on was the best option for you. but you were stubborn, you couldn't find it in yourself to give up on him. on your relationship. he'd done too much for you with what little he had at the time. visits as often as you could, putting money on the phone when you could, you stuck it out with him. for him. you couldn't imagine leaving him when he needed you most.

and those 'friends' that tried to tell you to leave him, boy were they embarrassed now. not that you bragged about it, but when he got you those prada shoes you'd been eyeing, you couldn't help but wear them any opportunity that people would see them. you couldn't help it. you were proud. he worked so hard. he was handed so many bad cards but he was determined to get a full house and he was successful. he promised you this, promised his family this, promised himself this. he deserved every good thing headed his way.

waking up with him was so sweet. the way the sun peeked through the shades, just enough to have sunbeams hitting his tan skin that you fawned over. tattooed beautifully with things that meant the most to him. his lanky self tangled with you, limbs absolutely everywhere. he took up all the space in the bed damn near, but you didn't care.

you'd spent the last night on a flight to florence, italy to be with him. things weren't good when he left and he spent most of his travelling trying to make things right, texting and calling whenever he had signal or wifi. it wasn't a big issue but you know he felt bad and was just trying to make sure you were okay. so when he offered to fly you out, you took the next few days off of work using your pto to go spend time with him. as soon as you touched down, he was there to hug you and take you all in as if he hadn't seen you in days. you'd worn his favorite sundress on you. it was comfortable enough for the plane so you figured why not.

"i packed two of your favorite wines. did you make any plans?" you had grinned up at the boy, who just nodded his head. his eyes were shimmering with happiness and he buried himself in you, wrapping his long arms around you. in your skin, he muttered a soft 'yeah,' to which you responded, "look at you thinking ahead."

just eight hours ago, he whisked you away to the rental car and drove through the streets of florence, holding your hand every moment he could. eventually, he decided to park and walked you through the stores and gift shops he wanted you to see, treating you to everything you didn't have the heart to ask for. but he knew you well, watching for your eyes to widen at a bag or a pair of shoes. you got matching italian charm bracelets and dined at the best pizzeria you think you've ever been to before you made it back to the villa he was staying in, your feet so sore.

you were tired last night but you knew the last bit of energy would be spent in the bed with dominic. he undressed quickly but he took his time with you, kissing the skin as he gently pulled you free from your sundress and undergarments. he treated you first, going down on you with very clear intentions. he apologized again and again as he made you writhe underneath him, making you forget you had ever fought with him before the trip. ending the night with him inside you was the best part of it all, no matter what he had bought you hours before. looking into those brown eyes while you both used each other, bodies as close as possible. even once you had both reached your highs, he stayed inside you and you fell asleep that way.

hair a mess on the pillow, you brushed your face free of the strands, blinking your eyes and looking over at dom, gently patting his arm to wake him up. he blinked and buried himself in you further, making you chuckle and manuever yourself so you were facing him. kissing his shoulder down to his collarbone, nipping at the tender skin with your teeth, he groaned at your touch.

"thank you," was all you muttered, hands running down his side, across his waist and resting on his back. he kissed into your neck, humming softly before his breath slowly evened out and you knew he was asleep again. he made sure you were taken care of, even when you didn't ask for it and you made sure he knew you appreciated it. he was yours, no which way about it.

[lokidjarin-7567]

Kinktober Day 2: Breath Play

Logan/Wolverine x you

Contents: pwp, fem!reader x Logan, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 1.3k

Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

His back hit the concrete floor with a crack, and if it weren’t for the adamantium you knew was lining his skeleton, you’d have assumed it was his spine. He stood with a grunt, revealing the cracked concrete you had left in his wake. You watched as he bared his long claws, cracking his neck as he ran towards you, and you prepared yourself to throw him again, your super strength hopefully coming in handy, but he was too quick, kicking you in the stomach before you had a chance to react. You flew backwards, your back hitting the wall with a thud, and you noticed the ache immediately. No time to dwell on it though, as a set of blades were coming straight towards your face. You rolled just in time, hearing the horrible sound of metal colliding with concrete, but his other hand caught you by the neck, pulling you back in front of him and pressing your body to the wall.

“You tapping out yet?” He asked, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Never.” You croaked, faking bravado, but his smile just grew, hand around your neck tightening. Fuck. It was harder to breathe now, and you should really tap out but all you could think about was how close he was to you, and how he smelled like sweat and cigars.

He cocked his head as though waiting for you to give up, and you felt your blood boil. You placed your hands on his arms, using them to pull your body up and kick out at him, but he saw it coming, moving closer to you so there was nowhere for your legs to go. Your frustration was evident, trying to pull at hands, but he pressed tighter still, and now you really couldn’t breathe. Your mind was becoming foggy with the way his body was touching you, the way he kept looking at you with a smug smile, the way his arms felt under your fingers. Your vision was blurring, and you were acutely aware of his hips against yours, and the fact you’d been in this position before.

Then your body took over. Instinctively, you stopped trying to pry him away and held onto him, hands around his wrists and your legs wrapping around his body. And then, your hips rolled against him. His eyes that had been boring into you widened with surprise, and you cursed yourself.

The blush that spread across your face and neck was one you hoped would go unnoticed. You felt sick with embarrassment, and instantly tapped out, untwining your legs from his waist. He dropped you unceremoniously, and you fell to the floor, gasping for breath. You were waiting for him to say something, to quip that you were easy to beat, or to tell you the mistakes you made, but he didn’t. You finally looked up, and he was just looking at you. He wasn't giving anything away, his expression cold and unfeeling, but he didn't once break the intense eye contact.

“What?” You feigned innocence, standing up on weak legs, avoiding eye contact and trying to ignore the blush that had returned. You finally glanced up at him, and were met with a look akin only to a predator with its prey in sight. It sent arousal straight to your core, your heart rate quickening with each breath. “Logan?” You muttered weakly, and apparently that was all he needed.

He closed the gap between you, crashing his lips into yours and pressing your body back against the wall. You returned his kiss feverishly, hands finding his hair and gripping tight, earning a growl as his body somehow got even closer, caging you in. It was messy and sloppy, his hands everywhere all at once and his lips finding your neck, biting down and causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips. You needed more of him. Your fingers found his jeans, unbuckling the belt and unzipping his fly, and he chuckled.

“God, you’re needy aren't you?”

“Fuck off.” You muttered through gritted teeth and he stood back from you slightly, earning an involuntary sigh of disappointment to fall from your lips.

“Your body always betrays you.” He quipped in response, and you huffed, but still starting to pull your own training shorts past your ass and dropping them to the floor, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. “I can hear your heartbeat go through the roof when I touch you. I can see the frustration on your face as I’ve stepped back…” He stepped closer again, and you tried not to act relieved, but your hands instinctively draped themselves over his shoulders. “I can feel the desperation in your touch…” Fuck he was good. He stepped closer, lips falling to the skin below your ear before whispering, “I can hear the way your wet cunt clenched around nothing when my hand was around your throat.” You were certain your heart had never beat so hard in its life, your breath catching in your throat as his hands found your ass, discarding your panties quickly and pulling one leg around his waist.

“Fuck, Logan…” Your whole body shuddered as he pressed closer to you, allowing you to grind your core against his clothed length. He chuckled, his hand straying to his boxers, pulling down the waistband and letting his erection spring free against you. You whined, your body nearly shaking with need.

“You safe?” He muttered, giving himself a few lazy strokes. He was being very measured, but you could see how much he wanted this too, his hips bucking occasionally, cock painfully hard.

“Yes, Logan, please just…” You hadn't even finished your sentence before he was pressed up against you, fully sheathing himself. He was big, and from this angle, he was hitting a spot inside of you that made you cry out, your nails digging hard into his jacket, prompting him to take it off, leaving him in his white tank and letting your hands roam freely.

“Fuck, you feel good Bub. So wet for me.” He ground into you, letting you adjust. Then he was dragging himself out of you, before he began to split you open. Every thrust was heaven, and you could do nothing but let him fuck into you, hands trying to find purchase on his back as he left love bites across your neck and chest. And then his hand found your neck again. He squeezed cautiously at first, but after you clenched around his cock, he grinned, pressing harder, forcing a filthy whimper from your lips - the only noise you had the air for.

“You look so pretty like this…” he muttered, his pace never letting up, and you could feel your climax getting closer, “my hand around your throat, letting me use you however you want…” You nails found his arms now, digging in in a way that would leave a mark on any other man, but you watching the skin heal, and heard the growl he let out. “God, you know Bub, I’ve thought about this a lot, and I never thought you'd let me fuck you like this.” His words were enough to send you over the edge, you cried out as much as you could, spots forming in your vision - from lack of oxygen or from pleasure, you couldn't be sure - and you clamped down around him as your orgasm washed over you. And with that, he came too, pressing somehow deeper inside you and releasing your throat, sending a second wave of pleasure through your body.

You realised you were on the floor when you refocussed, his cock still inside you as you were slumped on his lap. His lips were on your neck again, but pressing soft, nurturing kisses to it instead. You hummed in contentment, hand tracing patterns lazily through his hair.

“Can I take you out sometime?” he muttered into your chest, and you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his statement, considering his cum was currently leaking out of your cunt.

“I think that's probably a good idea.”

[tuxebo]

when water meets wine. | (pjackson)

the blessing of hera includes violet eyes and slightly elongated hair, which is easy to miss. also sensing emotions and using feathers as weapons aren't really useful to any capacity, neither is a blessing in marriage for a thirteen year old, the real blessing of hera comes in the goddess's intentions.

now, i'm not saying hera is a good person, far from it, but it's never bad to be a powerful person's favorite. from putting leo in a fire as a baby to tampering with percy and jason's memories and making them switch places, what if she did a little more.

being a child of one of hera's friends was the easy part, receiving the blessing was not. various challenges since the day you were born, think leo but worse. your father has found you rolled up in a hallowed out cabbage of lettuce in his green house, as if you grew from the seed; bundled in a blanket stuffed with atropa belladonna, the plant made you (an infant) fly for days much to your father's dismay. might i note, he couldn't take care of the sores you got because you were in the air.

none of this was normal. all of this only had one possible culprit, your mother. their poor relationship only grew more strained, her visits were nothing more than a screaming match. of course, there was another woman there to comfort you, someone you never told your dad about. you ran to her like a sheep to its shepherd, not realizing you were running to the very root of your problems. she was the dirty water to your seed, no good but water no less. her hands ran down your hair with a gentle smile, eyes boring into you with intentions you could never quite place.

when you got to camp, she disappeared. it was so strange, you began to believe it was all something you made up in your head to deal with the nightmares, until zeus pisses hera off yet agan.

before your mother even claimed you, you were invited to stay in hera's cabin — by the goddess of marriage herself. in hindsight, she probably might have killed you if you took up that offer. in other words, you denied it but did get punished for it once more. a child of demeter who killed everything they touched, how fitting.

furthermore, to be tasked as one of percy's peer mentors? a mockery.

blessed by hera and punished by her as well, you saw the world through violet eyes.

coincidently, the only thing percy jackson could remember were violet eyes. he thought those might've been his eyes, though his reflection told him that wasn't the case. no one had violet eyes but you, hera made sure of that. she knew the son of poseidon would stop at nothing to find that exact shade, even if he had no clue who you were (at least right now.) if there was someone, however, she paid off the mist to change the color when percy saw them.

when hera placed him in camp jupiter, everywhere he searched for those eyes. he became praetor, wanting to get an eagle's eye view to hopefully spot them. the closest he got to finding you was when he ran into aphrodite, the goddess with violet eyes. there was no way the only person he could think of, though, definitely not after talking to her.

when he was at camp, you taught him many things. even if he couldn't remember, plants came easy to him, which ones to steer clear of and which ones would give him exactly what he needed. you, daughter of a forester who was a former biochemist, taught him all this and it came to percy very naturally.

you were one of the demigods sent to retrieve percy, from camp jupiter. your (peer) metorship with percy earned you a spot on the argo ii, also hera but whatever.

once you were standing before the long line of curious roman demigods, and percy jackson, a gush of water pushes you forward and interrupts any thought you might have had. you were pushed into the son of poseidon's arms, much to everyone's (except hera's) confusion.

there must've been a dryer way he could've done that, at least.

[elaichoi]

greed ! yeonjun

%PAIRING— yeonjun x fem!reader.

C0NTENT WARNING!— nipple play, dom!yeonjun, creampie, breeding kink, slight hint of possessive/yandere yeonjun.

WORD COUNT—1.3k. ..... (!) this was meant be a drabble! and is based on this post!

it all started with one needy little nudge of his hands; languidly sliding from your forearms to your wrist—grasping it tightly to pull you closer to his lips.

downcast eyes focused on the way your lips are parted, yeonjun's hands swiftly place his nimble finger on either side of your jaw; applying just enough pressure so you lips pucker out for him. he doesn't wait long before the tip of his tongue slither out and licks a stripe from your chin to your pouted lips before finally catching your upper lip between his own teeth.

it hurt a bit for you, but the pleasure that was swirling in your core, and the heat in your stomach kept you from indulging in it. yeonjun sucked on your lips as if they were coated with honey—perhaps for him you were made of nectar. you tried to keep up, sucking onto his bottom lip ceaselessly. yeonjun's hands had long abandoned your jaw to come and undo the meddlesome buttons of your shirt—but patience probably wasn't yeonjun's best virtue. before he could open the last two buttons, the last silver of his chivalry dwindled as he ripped it open; sending buttons flying everywhere.

his slender fingers grabbing at your breasts; kneading them to his liking, while his lips devoured you. his fingers pulling on the pebbles of your chest to his liking—eliciting sharp pain through your body, masked by the carnivorous lust that pooled at your core.

the more noise you made into yeonjun's mouth, the worse he got. his bulge almost touched your belly, and yeonjun only pushed further into the softness to alleviate some of the ache in his groins; enclosing you against the wall of your room.

"gotta fuck you now, or ill explode," yeonjun confessed against your bloodied lip. his warmth breathing fanning the sweet injuries he adorned you with. you didn't need much convincing to begin with; already aching to be filled by him.

"god me too," a timid groan left you as yeonjun distanced himself from you. even the ephemeral pressure of his cock on your stomach rendered you empty; shamelessly whining to get more. the eagerness of your action driving yeonjun further into the rapacious frenzy as he quickly undid his pants— your eyes ravenously observing his each move before he stood before you in only his underwear. the pants were still at the base of his ankles but yeonjun couldn't care less as he grasped your arms and turned you around to face the wall.

yeonjun quickly unraveled his hard on, stroking it languidly in his hands as he took in the sight before him.

you both had quite a history to share, but he had never in his wildest thoughts that he would be able to have you like this.

yeonjun's hands slipped underneath your pants and he pulled it down along with your underwear half haphazardly, waiting no time as he placed his cock against your pussy—forcefully wiggling it around to coat himself with your slick. listlessly thrusting it against your clit. yeonjun's little act drove you to a path insanity as he continued on with no intention of sticking his cock inside.

"yeonjun," you wanted to sound authoritative—scary enough for him so he'd cut the bullshit and do what's he's supposed to—fuck your brains out. even though it wasn't nearly as fearsome as you had hoped, it still did the trick when you felt yeonjun line his cock against your fluttering hole.

somberly pushing the tip in—penetrating through the tight ring into your gummy walls. taking as much space as he needs as you fucks into you slowly—your eyes had rolled all the way to the back when yeonjun had finally bottomed out into you. the sensation of feeling full already pushing you to the edge of the bittersweet limbo of carnal desire.

"fuck," you heard yeonjun moan into your hair, his fingers digging into the soft of flesh of your waist as he placed his chest onto your back—cluelessly putting all his weight on you, pushing your naked nipples onto the cold wall. you bit your lips to stop yourself from moaning when your hard nipples brushed against the texture when yeonjun stilled himself deep inside your cunt. the sudden motion sends vibrations allowing your breasts to jiggle against the concrete. the cavernous moan that you were holding back slips out before you could get a hold of your wits.

yeonjun calculatively takes himself off your capricious cunt—the soft flesh stretching itself to prevent him from escaping—until only the tip of his dick is left inside of you, throbbing and rock hard.

"your cunt doesn't wanna let go my dick," yeonjun crudely laughs before his waist snaps against your ass, sending your upper body flying against the wall once more. you grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you felt yeonjun gyrating his dick inside of you—cruelly rubbing against your g spot while holding the base of his dick.

despite being just as needy as you were, yeonjun still liked to make you feel he held the reins.

"rub your tits on the wall,"

"huh?"

"don't play dumb with me," yeonjun chuckled, approaching the shell of your ears. carelessly licking the shape of it before taking your earlobe into his mouth, enticing a sweet little squeak from your mouth in the middle of the heavy panting urged by the primitive grinding of his dick inside of you.

"i saw how you moaned when you tits rubbed against the wall," yeonjun pulled himself back, his hands pulling your waist with him, causing your back to arch just slightly with your chest still pressed against the wall. the new position burned, but it also leisurely simmered into a dulcet colic.

"its okay," yeonjun bit his bottom lip, pulling his cock out once again, "ill help you." and pushed it back with such a force that it has your upper body sliding against the wall to keep your balance—all while stimulating the bundle of nerve on your nerves triggering you to moan incessantly, goading yeonjun's ego.

"fuck you feel so fucking good," yeonjun gasped, continuinally hitting your ass with his hips as he thrusted inside of you, "god this pussy is made for me!"

your hands were on either side of the wall with your chest pushed against wall—the erect nipples being pushed around by the wall according to the rhythm of yeonjun's push sending you to a divine rampage of rapture from both sides albeit lined with a bit of sourness of impatience.

although that too was soon taken care when yeonjun's hands snaked itself to your core, pressing against you swollen clit, rubbing slow circles.

"cum for me," yeonjun sighed, his hips still pushing forward—propelling you against the wall and of course his fingers working on your clit. you were hanging by a fragile thread that could snap soon—and it happened sooner than you'd have guessed. washing over you like a tsunami as it left you writhing against yeonjun.

yeonjun quickly took over as you convulsed in his arm—your nipples were too sensitive to even graze any object. he felt a sense of pride, seeing your shaking in his arms as with his dick buried inside your cunt. he took his cock out—the friction marginally less as your cum coated him, resulting in sloppier, and messier thrusts.

yeonjun turned your face around him. a grin embracing his lips when he saw the hazy downcast of your leafy eyes and the fucked out expression—yeonjun felt fulfilled. he took your tongue into your mouth, lapping it up as his own thrusts grew slower, and slower until he stilled himself inside you once again, coating your walls white with his seed.

"youre so cute," yeonjun cooed, looking at your dazed eyes, "maybe i should give you a baby so that your pussy is always mine, hm?"

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[hybeboyenthusisast]

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warnings: dom!kai, sub!fab!reader, daddy kink, fingering, oral (f. rec), praise, nicknames (pretty girl, baby, doll, good girl), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!), squirting, multiple orgasms (f), 1 clit smack, cumming inside, possessive kai, sweet aftercare

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Sitting in Kai's lap in his private recording studio in the HYBE building, you were animatedly giving him feedback on the song he had just played for you. You didn't know much about music production, but you knew a good song when you heard it. And this definitely was a good song.

Maybe it was the way you were singing his praises, or maybe it was how you were wiggling in his lap, but you were driving Kai crazy. At first you didn't notice it, didn't see the way his eyes narrowed and he shifted his hips so you were sitting right on top of his clothed dick, your wiggling movements providing him with secret pleasure.

"Kai?" You asked when you noticed he wasn't listening to you anymore. "What's on your mind? Where'd you go?"

Kai responded with rolling his hips upwards. Your eyes widened and a gasp left your lips as you felt his hard-on pressing against your core through your clothing. "The only thing I'm thinking about is you," he basically growled, his voice deep and raspy. His tone, unfamiliar to you, made you shiver. His fingers trailed up and down your arms, slowly, teasingly, making goosebumps appear and your core to become slick with need for more of his touch. "What are you thinking about, baby?"

You didn't answer, just pressed your lips to his urgently, desperate to get closer to him. His hands supported you and guided you as you shifted, lips separating only for a moment as you moved to straddle him. His hands splayed on your waist, his large hands pressing into your flesh as he held you. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the fading blonde color, as your lips parted and your tongue searched out his.

Kai groaned into your mouth, his fingers pressing even harder into you, the slight sting of pain making you gasp in pleasure. Your hips were rocking against his, seeking more friction. "Kai, please," you whimpered, pressing heated kisses against his throat.

"Please, what, baby? What do you want?" Kai rasped, knuckles rubbing against your cheek affectionately, this hand moving from your waist to your neck. "Use your words, my pretty girl."

"Want your cock, please," you begged, your desperation increasing as you felt his hard-on beneath you, so close but so far. Angling your hips differently, trying to coax him into giving you want you wanted, the fabric of your panties caught against your clit. The pleasurable sensation made you shudder, back arching, pushing your chest into his. Kai bit his lip as his watched you pleasure yourself, admiring the sight in front of him. He would give you anything you wanted, if he could get you to keep whimpering out his name.

Surprising you with his strength, Kai wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled the two of you up swiftly, making the few steps over to the couch where he gently dropped you on. He hovered above you, lips claiming yours. Hands were flying everywhere, tugging at clothing and ripping it off. Your lips moved together fervently, a mess of lips, teeth, and tongue as you both drank in the taste of the other, wanting more, more, more.

You sighed shakily, tugging on Kai's blonde locks as he kissed down your neck, your collar bone, the valley of your breasts, to your stomach. Sucking lightly as he made his way back up, his hot breath making you shiver as his lips ghosted over your bare breasts. "So beautiful," he murmured, eyes flicking up to yours. His eyes were wide, blown with lust, locked onto yours as he poked his tongue out and gently ran it along your nipple. His fingers, callused by all these years of playing instruments, ran along your sides, as if he were memorizing the shape of your body. As if he was learning your body as though it were an instrument he was about to play.

"Kai, please, please, I need you right now," you moaned out, tugging him off your chest and bringing his lips back to yours. You felt him chuckle against your mouth, but he gave in, hands moving to your core. He groaned, low and guttural, as his fingers swept up your slick from your folds.

You whined as he moved down your body, kissing his way to your aching center. You felt yourself tensing under his touch, squeezing around nothing, the feeling of emptiness getting stronger with each passing second. Kai smirked against your soft skin, nipping gently at your hip. His fingers skated across your entrance, tracing patterns until he pressed against your clit. You mewled in response to his actions, your stomach fluttering as you could already feel the build-up of pleasure.

"Gotta stretch you out," Kai muttered against your thigh, pressing a searing kiss to it as he spread your legs apart, resting your legs atop his broad shoulders. He looked like a wet dream come true, with his hair messy, lips bruised and wet with your salivia, his eyes dark with desire. All that, right in between your legs.

One finger, then two, gently prodded at your entrance, dancing in your slick to try to make their intrustion as painless as possible. Both you and Kai groaned at the feeling of his fingers entering you, slowly stretching you out. "Kai," you whimpered, hips bucking up, chasing more.

"So tight," Kai whispered against your mound, his fingers starting a slow, languid rhythm, searching your pussy for the spots that would make you scream his name. His hot tongue swept against your folds, making you squeak in surprise and pleasure as he wrapped his lips around your clit. His free hand pressed against your hip, pushing you down as you lifted your hips, trying to get free from his ministrations. It was so good, too good, and he had barely begun to do anything. "You're just falling apart under me."

The pressure in your stomach was tightening with every pump of his fingers, his pace speeding up and his actions becoming rougher as the sound of your moans spurred him on. "K-Kai, 'm gonna cum," you gasped out, toes curling and back arching as you approached your high.

"Cum for me," Kai growled, his eyes glinting with a possessiveness you had never seen before. He wasn't your first, no, but he was going to make damn sure he was your last. The idea of someone else pleasuring you, making you cry out their name, made him crazy. You weren't an object to be owned, he knew that, but in this moment, he was determined to make you his. A harsh smack against your clit made you jolt, crying out from pleasure. "Cum on my fingers, doll."

You did as he commanded, your wetness coating his fingers, his tongue, his cheeks, and even his neck. You whimpered at the sensation, feeling the burn of pleasure coarsing through your body along with the embarrassment of squirting. "Oh, 'm sorry, daddy," you whispered, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Kai's eyes darkened at the name you called him, his cock twitching in his boxers. "Don't apologize to daddy, you're such a good girl," he cooed, licking your wet off his lips and fingers. He hovered over you, pushing his boxers off and kicking them off somewhere in the room. Your eyes widened as you took in his size.

The pretty pink head was shimmering with his precum, his length easily six inches with plenty of girth. "You're so big," you mused, breathily. Kai chuckled at your reaction, gripping himself and lining himself with your entrance. He teased both of you, running his tip along your folds, gathering your cum and smearing it along his shaft. "Gonna make me feel so good," you moaned out, throwing your head back against the armrest of the couch.

"Tell me you want this," Kai grunted out, straining not to lose his control. He had to be sure you wanted this; he needed to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you. He was prepared to stop, though, if you said no. He would always listen and respect you.

"God, daddy, yes, please! Fuck me please!" You cry out, hips chasing after his, your hands gripping his forearms. If you weren't literally so desperate, you would have stopped to admire his strength, both physical and metaphorical.

Kai captured your lips with his, a tight grip on your waist as he entered you and bottomed out within mere seconds. He swallowed your sounds; your whimpers as his length dragged along your walls, your moans as he rutted into you, your screams as he fucked into you like he would die if he didn't.

Your hands traveled from his arms, to his waist, to his hair, everywhere. You were trying to get a grip on him, maybe, or possibly reality itself, as he pounded into you with such an unforgiving pace that you felt your soul transcend into another universe. The friction of his chest against yours added to the fire that was raging in your lower belly, your body screaming to reach a peak it had never reached before.

Kai's grip on you was almost painful, and definitely bruising, holding you in place as he fucked you like it was the last thing he would ever do. Your gummy walls, so warm and so fucking tight, were sucking him in as you kept clenching around him harder and harder until he felt he was going to explode.

"F-fuck, doll, tell me I can cum in you," Kai stuttered out, completely breathless but never halting his rapid, rough pace. You nodded, tears collecting in your eyes as you were so close but not enough. "Words, doll, give me words."

"Yes! Fuck, yes, please! Fill me up, please please! I need it so bad!" You wailed, clawing at his back, feeling yourself finally reaching your peak.

"Fuck, y/n!" Kai growled, pressing against your clit and moving in precise circles, feeling your thighs quivering as the fire inside you exploded. Your release triggered his own, his cum painting your walls as you pulsated around him. His arms gave way, his body falling onto yours with a quiet 'thud'.

The room was filled with the heavy breathing and panting of the two of you, though you could faintly hear the song he had been playing for you coming through the tossed aside headphones on the floor. You smiled, a lazy, happy smile of a woman who had two earth-shattering orgasms, and pressed a kiss against Kai's forehead. He grumbled something incoherently, snuggling his face into your neck, peppering kisses and tiny nibbles.

His actions, no longer charged with desire, were playful and ticklish. Your laughter, his favorite sound, had him smiling as he rolled off you onto the floor, gathering what he could to clean you up. His almost-empty box of tissues was used solely on you, his actions gentle and his touches soft.

A knock on the door had to two of you scrambling to get dressed.

"Who is it? I'm busy," Kai shouted, signaling for you to keep quiet while he helped you into your jeans.

"If you're done fucking the brains out your girlfriend, you're 15 minutes late for practice," A very annoyed Soobin responded.

"Alright, alright! I'll be there soon," Kai rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at you as you laughed at him being scolded.

You kissed him gently, a smile on your face. "Girlfriend, huh? I like the sound of that."

"Yeah?" Kai asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. "I do too."

im not tagging anyone because the series is officially rated PG-13, and this is just an 18+ chapter for those who are interested in reading it.

[lxwliiet]

just a small friction of a destiel fanfiction.

Castiel could smell the Alcohol in the air. The sweet yet bitter taste surrounded his every atom, hugging his breath and making him shudder. When was the last time anyone had opened a window here? Dean probably couldn't even smell it and therefore couldn't take action to change anything. After what happened at the Bar, Castiel presumed that Deans Manhood was broken. Shattered by the fear he was not able to experience Sexual arousal anymore. Was it not to his liking being touched by that blonde woman?

After Dean sprinted out of the bar, they both were pretty confused, thinking he just had to puke. But it seems that wasn't the case. Something the two realised after about half an hour: Dean was not coming back. Sam was already half drunk, but still insisted he would search for Dean in close proximity of the Bar. Cas figured there was nothing he could do to convince him otherwise, so he decided to fly to the motel. And here he was. In this room full of heavy air, clogging his system.

He looked at the Guy sitting on the Motel bed. His head in his hands and his arms on his knees. Sitting there as if his life was shattered to pieces. But the only thing Cas could see that was shattered to pieces, was the rest of the Motel room. Everything was everywhere, smashed onto the ground and angrily stomped on.

"Dean?" His voice broke throughout that short word, turning smaller, lighter and quieter.

Deans head snapped up. A look of shock, like trapped prey, on his face. "Cas..." He abruptly got up and pressed the overwhelmed Angel against the wall. Reversing the role of who was prey and who was predator. One hand roughly crashing into his Shirt collar and the other trying to keep his balance against the wall.

Castiel could feel Deans breath against his cheek. His breathing was fast and warm, almost as if he was gasping for air. The Angels eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed the lump in his Throat. Dean was way too close. "Cas.." Deans voice was just a whisper, rough and dark. "Fuck, I can't hold back anymore."

In Cas, an utter confusion was starting to rise. What did Dean mean with that? What was it he couldn't hold back anymore? Was there something that was-

Castiels thoughts were rudely interrupted as two plump lips forged their way onto his. Harsh and rough, yet still with a care for gentleness. With such a lust, a yearning. The yearning for Cas, he could feel it in every bone of his body, the eagerness in Dean that was reaching for him. His eyes widened, but he didn't have the time to process as Dean was starting to move his lips. His mouth tasted like alcohol and the angel seemed to taste something slightly salty, already washing away.

Castiel didn't know what to do. He has never been kissed before and this lightning strike of feelings that was crashing onto him overwhelmed him completely. And then all of a sudden there was no alcohol anymore, just Dean and this fierce sensation. He could practically feel, taste, smell and see nothing else. His mouth started moving, yearning too for that great sensation. Flowing alongside deans mouth in a gesture so full of lust. There was nothing he could do against it, Dean filled every thought, every breath and slowly his entire being. He wasn't able to think of anything else.

Dean pressed his whole body onto Castiel, as his hand that was previously holding onto the angels shirt, was now running through his hair. Feeling it, getting to know every part of it. Every single hair studied carefully to its core. Castiel moaned surprisingly into the kiss as his hands started to wander up Deans body. Settling on his hips, feeling him up. Pulling him even closer, as close as physically possible.

Now Dean was the one who moaned into the kiss, as it started to get rougher. Less careful, more sloppy and so demanding. From whatever side that came from, they both didn't know. It was as if this was meant to be and it shouldn't happen any other way. As if god himself had constructed this situation, this demanding sensation they are feeling.

Cas's hands have reached Deans shoulder and he laid his arms around him, holding him close. Crossing them behind Deans neck.

This was most likely the best combination of feelings the supposedly monotone Angel has ever felt. The excitement, mixed with overwhelming arousal and lust... oh this precious lust.

Something Castiel  had never experienced, never in his long life has he ever yearned for someone so much, wanting to feel every part of him, touch him, breath him in and memorise it all forever.

Deans knee found its way in between Castiels legs and was now massaging the very obvious Erection through his pants. Castiel moaned like he never did before, this feeling was also completely new. Never has he thought of touching himself there, as this was just a vessel. A body he knew everything about, but was still so unfamiliar with.

"Cas.." it was almost a whimper, a small breath between their lips. Demanding, wanting something more.

"Dean.." Cas let his head fall back against the wall as he was breathing heavily. Eyes closed and mouth open, while his arms were still hanging around deans neck.

"Cas, you are so..." Dean seemed to have lost his words as he stared at the Angel.

"... so beautiful."

[httpsdana]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟑

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

Gavi didn't snitch. He actually managed to keep his mouth shut. But the guilt was eating him from the inside. He couldn't keep this kind of secret from his best friend, when his other best friend is.

If Pedri found out that Gavi knew and didn't tell him, he's not gonna like it. So Gavi decided he wanted to tell Pedri, but in an indirect way so that Ferran doesn't know it was him.

"Pedri! can we go to your house and play Fifa after training?" Pablo said, getting Pedri's attention

Pedri smiled and nodded. "sure invite Ferran too" he said.

"why don't you also invite your sister?" Gavi suggested. Pedri looked at him suspiciously raising his eyebrow for an explanation

"I-I didn't mean it like that . I meant that she seemed to enjoy her time with us last time so she might as well enjoy it this time" Pablo stuttered, looking everywhere but Pedri's eyes.

Pedri nodded slowly, shaking the bad thoughts from his head.

"yeah I'll tell her too. Oh Ferran! down for some Fifa after training?" Pedri said, as soon as he saw Ferran

Ferran was about to nicely decline, when Pablo spoke up first

"y/n is gonna be there" he said. Ferran glared at him, before he looked at Pedri who was giving Gavi a weird look

"um...yeah sure" Ferran couldn't refuse a chance to see his girlfriend who he only lastly saw once after their breakfast.

"great. I'll take you with me then" Pedri smiled, before walking away on the pitch

"what are you trying to do?" Ferran said to Gavi, stepping closer to him

Gavi took a step back and shook his head.

"nothing. i just knew you wouldn't have came if y/n wasn't there am I not right?" he raised his eyebrow.

Ferran rolled his eyes, walking away too.

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"I'm here. where are you?" y/n asked, rolling her eyes at her twin brother.

"we just got out of training. we'll be there in about 5 minutes only. just wait" Pedri said annoyed through the phone.

y/n hung up, and waited for Pedri to arrive so she can enter his apartment.

After waiting for a while, Pedri finally arrived with Ferran and Gavi trailing behind him.

y/n smiled at them, giving each a hug before Pedri opened the door and they stepped inside.

"what's with you inviting me to every hang out with your friends anyways?" y/n asked Pedri when Ferran and Gavi entered to the living room

"they enjoy your company, and seems you are too so why not" Pedri shrugged, before following his friends to the living room.

y/n went to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. With her back turned to the door, she filled up her cup, not noticing Ferran arriving behind her, until he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. y/n almost yelled before she noticed the rings that made her know it was Ferran.

"Fer, you scared me" she giggled silently, turning to look at him. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. As soon as their lips touched, y/n pulled away, making Ferran pout.

"Pedri might come here any second" she said in a low voice. Ferran's pout deepened, making her heart melt at his expression.

His puppy eyes were irresistible, so she pecked his lips a few time, making him smile.

"just go. Pedri is here" she pushed him away. He grinned before kissing her quickly and running back to the living room

She shook her head with a smile, drinking her cup of water before following him to the living room.

They played some Fifa, making teams of two, with y/n and Ferran on one team, and Pedri with Pablo on another one.

"you're such losers" y/n chuckled, as her and Ferran beat the other boys in another game

"you two play Fifa the best, it's not even fair to have you on the same team" Pedri complained, y/n stuck her tongue out at him, making him push her shoulder.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom, try to find a team that you can beat us with" y/n grinned, before getting up from her seat

Ferran waited for a while, before he spoke up

"I'm gonna get some water" he said.

Pedri hummed, while he was too focused on the game, and Pablo nodded his head, watching Ferran's moves. He saw that he didn't go in the direction of the kitchen, and instead to the hallway where the bathroom was.

Pablo wanted to think quick of a way Pedri can follow the other two without making it obvious.

Meanwhile, Ferran knocked on the door of the bathroom. "just a second" y/n said from inside.

Ferran waited until she opened the door, and when she did, he didn't let her out and instead pushed her back inside and closed the door behind him.

His hands quickly reached down to her waist. y/n giggled silently, when Ferran lifted her and sat her on the big bathroom sink, getting between her legs while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"what's are you doing?" she said, still grinning at his movements

Ferran didn't reply, only pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply to stop her from talking. y/n was taken back by his sudden action, but soon started kissing him back with the same force.

Pablo wanted Pedri to get up immediately without him knowing why. So he got up to kitchen and grabbed a knife, he cut his finger a bit until there was blood gushing out of it.

Pablo winced, walking back to the living room while holding his bleeding finger

"hey Pedri, can you get me a bandage, my finger is bleeding" Pablo said in a pained voice.

"y/n is still in the bathroom, just wait until she's out, the first aid kit is in there" Pedri said, not tearing his eyes away from the game he was playing

"she's out already, come on my finger is actually hurting" Gavi said.

Pedri looked at him, and noticed the blood on his finger. He got up and walked to the bathroom, without even knocking, he barged through the door.

y/n and Ferran jumped at the sudden opening of the door, then realizing Pedri's presence when he yelled.

"what the actual fuck is going on here?!" he yelled. He pushed Ferran off y/n, making him hit the wall.

y/n's eyes widened at Pedri's anger, feeling her heart beating rapidly as she stood back on the floor

"Pedri it's not what it looks like" she raised her voice, while Pedri looked at her with pure anger and hate.

"you're fucking making out with my best friend, what the hell y/n?!" he walked closer to her, while she stepped back.

Gavi now appeared behind Pedri, glad his plan worked but he also hated that he had to ruin many things like Ferran and Pedri's friendship, and most likely the relationship of Ferran and y/n

"mate just calm down so we can tell you what happened" Ferran said, stepping closer to Pedri.

Pedri glared at him, raising a warning finger at him.

"if you take a step closer I'm punching you in the face. get the fuck out of my house" Pedri said through gritted teeth.

y/n motioned for Ferran to go, knowing that Pedri would actually punch him.

At this moment she wish she could just go back in time and tell Ferran no. She ruined her brother's best friendship, and she hated herself for that.

"and you, you better not appear in front of me again. I don't ever wanna see your face fucking again" he said to y/n.

y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Gavi take her away from here" Pedri said

Gavi nodded, and Pedri left the bathroom. y/n felt her tears starting to fall,dropping to ground, and soon started sobbing. Pablo felt guilty, for making the twins fight.

He walked closer to her, putting his hand on her shoulder while she was sat in the ground of the bathroom. She looked up at him, seeing his bleeding finger. She wiped her tears and got the first aid kit, helping him clean his cut and put a bandage on it.

"let me take you home yeah?" he said softly.

y/n nodded, walking to the living room where Pedri was. He looked up at her with despise. y/n wanted to start crying all over again at the look on his face. She never thought she'd see her twin hating her like he did at this moment.

She grabbed her phone and keys, before walking out the door, with Pablo behind her. He took the car keys from her, telling her that he'll drive instead.

The drive was silent, while y/n was trying her best to keep her tears in.

"I'm sorry y/n" Pablo mumbled, making y/n shake her head. He was apologizing for what he did, while she didn't know it. She thought he was just being sympathetic.

"it's not your fault, I should've seen it coming" she mumbled back, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

Gavi sighed, only hoping that the friendship and siblings relationship that he ruined will be fixed soon enough.

[dreamingcricket]

Hi Cricket! I soaked up your Tav/Halsin snippet, about them being injured and shrugging off Halsin's advances, it's absolutely sweet! I kindly request another Tav/Halsin if you don't mind... My Tav is a naive little sunshine and as a tiefling bard loves to dance, sing along and play on her fiddle, I imagine her having skirts that flow around her feet whenever she danced and plays around camp or inn's for some coin. Halsin being in love with Tav and like totally unable to hide it and it's obvious to everyone but Tav themselves. I would love for him to join her dancing, maybe something slower, more intimate with meaningful touches. He loves seeing her so at ease in rare moments like this, even when he's a clumsy dancer. 🤭

I'm so happy people are enjoying these!

Halsin was unused to revelry. 

He couldn't speak for every druid, of course, their kind ranged far and wide in both calling and temperament, but the Emerald Grove was prone only to subdued rites. He certainly couldn't fault the refugees for wanting to release some tension, however, and he wanted to show his appreciation to the small band that had saved him and his grove alike. Her, especially. 

And of course she was at the center of it all.

She reminded him of a celestial center, the hub of a wheel around which everything else turned. She glowed in the firelight, all orange and gold and purple, skirts flying as she fiddled. Music seemed to follow her everywhere. She danced like water, one pattern to the next without pause. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

“You’re staring.” Shadowheart was difficult to read, as she appeared behind him, goblet in hand. He couldn't tell if her observation was meant to be an admonishment or not.

“I know.” He was usually reserved, if not stoic, and his developing feelings bubbling to quickly to the surface was alarming, but it would do no good to deny it.

"We all know. You're not subtle, Halsin." 

His attention was drawn back to Tav as she laughed. The sound was like the sun on his face.

Shadowheart followed his gaze. “Nobody blames you, Halsin. But she should know.”

“I don’t want to rush her.”

“Under any other circumstances, I’d agree. But we’re running out of time, and…” She shakes her head, clearing the morbid thought. “Just… everyone knows.

She finishes her number with a bow, and yields the stage to Alfira, who begins to pluck a lively tune. Her eyes lock onto Halsin’s and she bounds over, holding out her hands.

“Come, dance with me?”

He could feel the eyes of the camp upon him. Knowing. Halsin coughed. “I’m not much of a dancer. I may trample your feet.”

“That doesn't matter!” She giggled, and leaned in conspiratorially. “Everyone’s too drunk to notice anyway.”

Suddenly, she was pulling on his hand, tugging him to the wide patch of dirt that served as a dancing circle in the middle of camp. His heart hammered against his ribs, and it wasnt from embarrassment. 

He could vaguely recollect the steps, some hazy memories of his youth floated back to him as they began to whirl. A tavern dance, not refined in the slightest, but light and fast, more momentum than intent. While there was something to be said for his particular brand of ursine grace, it didn't lend well to dancing, and he let her lead. Her hands were so small in his, and she flitted around him, almost birdlike. 

“You’ll have to slow down, Tav, I’m not as young as I used to be.” 

She giggled, twirling under his arm. “I think you’re a fine dancer.” 

“The wine has apparently gone to your head, as well.”

“Perhaps. Or maybe it's just good company.”

The music slowed, and their pace changed. They circled each other, hand in hand. She held his gaze, not defiantly, but with tender trust. He hoped beyond hope he wasn't reading too far into her gaze. 

There was an ease to her here he hadn't seen before. The weight she carried throughout the battle at the goblin camp (and how fierce she had been, she had torn through their ranks like a diving hawk) had seemingly lifted. She wasn't a warrior, her hands were gentle as they gripped his, and so small. He loved her already, but even more so like this, when she was unburdened.

He wondered if this was what she was usually like, sans tadpole. There’s a terrible pang in his chest at the thought: that her days were numbered, that she might be doomed. It's quickly followed by a wash of righteous fury. It wouldn't happen. He wouldn't let it. 

She stepped in close. Their palms pressed together, chests nearly touching, and he nearly stopped breathing. She was so close, if he only leaned down, their lips would touch. He was halfway to her, his rational brain screaming to stop and his instincts screaming to kiss her until she couldn't breathe.

And then she pulled away, dropping into a curtsy. The song was over. 

There was already a  buzzing flock of people vying for her attention. Halsin released her hand and bowed out of the center of camp, excusing himself as she leaped onto a rock to begin a new number. 

It had been a long, long time since anyone had made him feel this way. 

He rolled into the grass, reveling in the coolness against his heated skin, and prepared to trance. 

Halsin smelled her before he saw her. Lilac and honeysuckle and musk, and the scent of the open road. She moved to lay beside him in the grass, and whispered, "Can I join you? Everyone is quite drunk, Karlach is sleeping in my tent for some reason, and I’m getting really tired."

"Of course."

He didn't expect her to nestle into his side, his heart began to hammer in his chest, his skin became hot. 

She gazed upwards, and pointed into the sky, at a smattering of stars. "That's the huntsman." Her hand drops back down. "At least I think it is. We didn't have much time for stargazing at home, and the city lights are so bright. But here? I feel I can see every single one."

Halsin pointed upward himself, “The… spine of the dragon? I realize… I don’t know exactly how to say it in common, that’s as close as I can get.”

She hummed. “I can see it. With the wings, there.” She gestured lazily, and he became aware of how close she was for the second time that night. He was less intimidated by his own feelings here, without the watchful eyes of the party, and only the music of night time insects, the grass rising around them like a shelter. She turned her face toward him, blinking slowly, and clearly holding back a yawn. “I think… I’ll just sleep here.”

“That’s fine by me.”

The rhythm of her breathing slows and evens out, and he brushes a stray lock of hair away from her cheek, running his thumb over the apple of her cheek. 

Tomorrow, she would take up her burdens again. She would brave her future with the noble ferocity he had come to admire, he was sure, but he would miss this carefree night. 

Whatever it took, he’d ensure she had many more to come.

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hii welcome back 💗 can you do headcannons for obsessive stalker Jackson Rippner (go wild with this one) , thank youu 🌷

Jackson Rippner Headcanons

Jackson Rippner x Reader

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

✺ it was innocent at first. he spotted you at the airport and quietly followed you all the way to your parked car. he asked for a ride to the front of the airport, to which you answered that you weren't a taxi cab, but did it anyway. he was handsome and seemed safe.

✺ what you didn't know was, your parking receipt had your full name on it from the credit card purchase. with that, he could easily find where resided. and he did once he got home.

✺ from then on, Jackson became utterly obsessed with you. he thought you were very attractive and had a wonderful personality- from the short period he was in the car with you. but he's learned so much about you just from watching you go in and out of your apartment. your MySpace also had a lot of valuable information on it.

✺ it was a common practice for Jackson to sit outside your apartment building in his basic, unassuming vehicle. sometimes you'd forget to close the blinds or have them up with the curtains open when you'd get undressed. so Jackson had a brilliant view of your body.

✺ Jackson wasn't normally the type to get off on seeing someone naked- he did get off on the fact you were naked and didn't know he could see you, though. so one day, he sneaks his hand into his pants. and after that, every time he'd come to "visit" you, he'd beat one off. it became a habit of sorts.

✺ the day you finally noticed him, six months had passed without issue for Jackson. but today, he fucked up. he could see you on your bed clearly through the window, and you were exploring yourself with your hands. it gave Jackson a very intense orgasm seeing you touch yourself; so intense that he fell asleep in the driver's seat.

✺ when he awoke, it was beginning to become daylight. he had slept all night. he realizes why he woke up very suddenly: there was someone knocking on the window. Jackson looks up, and it's you. he has to do a double-take before realizing his fly was still very much down.

✺ you start laughing at him, arms crossed as you shake your head. you had finally caught him red-handed. Jackson, very rudely but in an embarrassed fashion, asks why you're laughing. to which you answer, "now it's my turn to see you vulnerable." a haunted look crosses Jackson's face, how long had you known he was watching? he didn't even have to ask out loud before you say, "oh. I knew a month in. I know all my neighbors' cars and knew yours was no one of theirs. one night, I recognized you when some headlights flashed across your face."

✺ Jackson is shocked about you knowing and not caring that he'd been stalking you for months. a part of you knows it's wrong, but another part of you is flattered that someone would spend so much time watching everything you did. even more flattered at the fact Jackson was secretly too shy to ever say a word to your face and would rather be hunched in his car. it's even more attractive knowing what he was doing while hunched in the car.

✺ you invite him upstairs to shower and make him promise not to snoop while you are getting dressed for work. he honors your wishes and quickly showers as you're getting ready. before he dips, he leaves his number on your kitchen counter. he manages to sneak out before you're on your way to work. when you notice the number on the counter, you smile to yourself. hey, at least he didn't kill you, right?

✺ that night, Jackson isn't there for the first time in half a year, which makes you a little sad. but to your surprise, you come inside your apartment to flower pedals and candles everywhere. while Jackson was in your apartment that morning, he made a mold of your house key that hung from the hook by the front door. how romantic.