#I got so cocky beating him twice

[notgonnarememberthis]

Glad god of war is still embracing the need to make me absolutely suffer in combat

[reverieblondie]

Be Sweet to Me

Chapter 1

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Fem!reader

Warnings: None for this chapter, but there will be eventual smut, Pining, and teasing. For now- Fluff and Miguel struggles with grumpiness and realizing his touched started, but he's just over worked. Alternating POVs

Summary: People say many things about you're co-worker, and sure he's not the most social but you won't give up being friends with him! Little do you know Miguel is juggling so much in his life, and getting used to you is proving to be more difficult than he thought.

A/N: I am so excited to be finally be making this series! The Alternating pov's is different than what I normal do, but I think it works best for this story! This is heavily influenced by the song Be Sweet by Japanese Breakfast. Unsure how many chapters this will be, so look out for updates! if you would like to be tagged please comment to let me know!

Word count: 3,447

Part 2

“Y/n, I need you to organize the samples and make sure that all the documents are in order before the meeting.” 

Giving a slight huff you stop your work, turning on your heels to face your coworker.

“Okay, but what's the magic word?” you playfully tease with the slightest hint of condensation. 

Turning his head you see the unenthused glare in his eyes despite them being shaded behind the round tinted glass. You're still not fully convinced he needs those things inside, some kind of light sensitivity he's explained once but you suspect he might just like the cool guy aesthetic it gives him. Though you wouldn’t blame him if that was truly the case, it does look kinda cool. 

Face scrunched in that way you have gotten used to seeing over these past few months since working here at Alchemax. Chiseled jaw clenched shut, his full lips pressed in that iconic frown, thick brown hair styled back to try and tame the unruly waves, and tall bulky figure that you used to be intimidated by, (okay, sometimes you still are) but you have slowly adjusted to your co-worker: Miguel O’Hara. 

He stared at you for a beat before turning back to his work without another word, his oh-so-subtle way of telling you to shut it and do as you're told. “Alright alright, I’ll get it done. Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

One thing you have learned about working with Miguel is he may not always speak with words so if you want to create an effective work area with him you have got to be good at reading his expressions. Working with a guy like Miguel had its challenges, for one his mood: he's not exactly the easiest to get along with, and people call him cold or cocky depending on the day.  

Then there was how busy he kept himself, always working on something, typing on screens, working with experiments, or tapping away at that clunky watch of his. Even on the days he’s not around due to him ‘working from home’ you can tell just by his face that he hadn’t given himself time to rest. What on earth could keep a man so busy? Well…you had an idea or two… 

Despite his grumpy demeanor you were determined to become friends with Miguel. It didn’t matter what others would tell you about him or how much he distanced himself, you saw the subtle glances, the repressing of smiles, the slight cracks in the shell, You two would become buddies you were sure of it. Maybe he just needed someone to show him the effort, to be sweet to him, then maybe he could lighten up and bring his walls down.  

Pulling out all the stops nothing was going to stop your attempts, you were always nice (even on days where that was particularly hard) Helping with things he didn’t ask of you, organizing and cleaning up behind him. Coffee was always a winner, you knew exactly how he liked it too, you kept making different attempts then stopped on the one where he wasn’t making a face while he took his first sip. -Success! 

Then there was the friendly encouragement, pats on the shoulder, and high fives. Sure he seemed hesitant to them at first but he slowly became used to them, baby steps. 

Every passing day was closer and closer to your friendship blossoming!

Magic word…was she serious? Why should he say please? It's her job to listen to what he tells her and do what he says considering he’s worked here longer. Miguel keeps typing away at his computer, lamenting in his mind how his co-worker was quite the character. 

Miguel couldn’t deny that having a co-worker who was tasked to help him in all his research did help him out more than he would ever admit. Having to juggle the secret identity of Spider-Man, being the leader of the spider society protecting the multiverse, and having to keep his role as head geneticist in Alchemax. Everything could get taxing very quickly on him. Layla was a great AI assistant but she was limited, so having an actual person tagging along to help him with work was bearable, though…you were a bit exuberant and that was taking some getting used to. 

The jokes, the odd habits, your clumsiness, the smart remarks you mumbled under your breath, your overwhelming friendliness. All this he could begrudgingly handle, but the thing that was still overwhelming him was the touching! Sometimes it wasn’t even touching at all you would just be so close.

First noticing it when you would stand so close that he would accidentally bump into you, if he was looking at a sample you were leaning over him to watch. You had no spatial awareness, running into him, running into things! The first month of you working here you broke so many things by running into them he thought they would run out of beakers.

Then the friendly gestures started happening. Miguel was used to people keeping their distance, meeting his gruffness, but you…oh no…you must have seen it has some challenge! The encouraging words, patting of his shoulder, spontaneous high fives, squeezing past him in tight areas, adjusting his coat for him, dusting off crumbs from his chest! Your Friendly proximity made him tense, it was…new and different, and he didn’t know how to handle it.

Though it could be worse, you could be a completely useless idiot. To Miguel’s surprise you did have a brain in that head of yours, so the trade-off for actual decent help was some playfulness from you he would just deal. It’s not like he wasn’t used to playful coworkers, the spider society made sure of that. Still, you were different…and that blossoming tingling your touch would leave on him…it was…annoying.  

Miguel's eyes move over to you as he watches you begin the task of organizing the samples and getting everything prepared for the meeting. Begrudgingly he was tasked with having to explain the recent studies and developments the two of you had made. The meeting was honestly bullshit, he hated having to report to the chairman, but they liked to keep a thumb on Miguel, making sure he was still their best brain. In fact, you had offered to take over and run over the presentation for Miguel but they denied that, had to be him…bastards 

For a moment you turn your head and look towards Miguel meeting his eyes, you shoot him a thumbs up and a smile, that friendliness still shining through. With an annoyed huff, he turns away getting back to his work. Still adjusting…

The two of you worked diligently for a couple of hours, in silence of course, there was no time to get distracted with chatting when so much needed to be done. Rubbing his hands over his face he could feel a wave of extortion taking over him. Sleep was something he wasn’t getting regularly, there was just never enough time in the day so sacrifices must be made. 

Eyes growing heavy and vision slightly blurring he feels himself slipping, but he can’t, he won't. Then a shrill alarm begins to blare from Miguel's wrist snapping him back awake. Miguel is quick to place his hand over his watch and sneak out of the lab unnoticed, lucky for him you were too concentrated on your work to notice his absence. Checking the message on his watch, it is a local emergency, something he can handle in fifteen minutes tops. With a quick few cracks of his neck, he's leaving to save the city again. 

Stretching feeling accomplished in yourself getting everything prepped single-handedly. Roaming your eyes around the lab you note the lack of bulk in the room. Huh, no Miguel? He must have done one of his disappearing acts again, probably just going to lunch without you. Invite yourself to lunch with him one time and now he doesn't even tell you when he's going. Matters on that guy, oh well, you might as well go get something before the meeting anyway. Coming to a stopping point you gather your things for a nice quick bite in the cafeteria. 

“I can’t see how you can work with him.” Ah, so much for a nice quick bite…

Sitting there trying to enjoy your lunch it’s the usual suspects who come to sit next to you, talking more at you and around you rather than to you. You can’t help but think that this annoying tinge you feel is what Miguel felt when he was ambushed by you. Though you couldn’t have been as annoying as these people. Complainy and gossipy types are not the best combos with your meal. 

Their subjects range from many topics like complaining about work, to failed experiments, personal problems, idol gossip, then it lands to the one directly aimed at you…Miguel. As soon as the question is asked you're looking up from your food to see all eyes on you. Chewing quickly and swallowing to ask your question. 

“I’m sorry what?” 

Sophia groans, “O’Hara, how can you work with him?” 

“Uh, well he does his thing, I do mine?” 

Julius chimes in “Isn’t he a total dick to you though?”

Cassidy is now giving her input to the topic, “Oh I can only imagine what you go through on the daily.” 

“Well ac-” trying to interject, you can’t even get a word in till you're being cut off by one of them.

“Yeah! Like I bet he is always bossing you around.”

“And probably insulting you in some way,” 

“One time he called my team brainless idiots because we messed up one small thing” -it was not a small thing, that took you and him an all-nighter to fix…

“That was-” you try again only to be cut off once more.

“Oh, and he is always being rude!” 

“God, how can you work with that monster!” 

With that last comment you had it, the noise wasn’t meant to be as forceful as it came out but they kept cutting you off and then bad-talking your research partner, you were fed up. Slamming your hands on the table with a hash slap, effectively silencing them, you rise from your seat grabbing your tray in the process. 

“If you have issues with him you should speak to him like he’s a person. He’s not some monster. Sure, he is not exactly social, but if this is how people talk about him behind his back it makes sense why he keeps his distance... I've lost my appetite, excuse me…” 

With that, your lunch break was over. 

“Spider-Man!” 

“You saved us!” 

“He’s a hero!”

“But…he’s kinda a jerk…”

“Didn’t he punch an old lady before?”

“I thought she punched him?” 

Uhhgg…would anyone ever get that story right? Miguel is prying the last bus hostage off him as they cling tightly to him. The vulture from his dimension was up to his usual antics but he made quick work of him and was now cleaning up the shocking mess. Having to save the people from the bus was no big deal, it was the pushy reporters, camera lights flickering in his face and the clingy person keeping themselves pressed to him that was the pain to deal with. Taking deep breaths he’s trying to keep his cool, but he can feel himself threatening to boil over. 

How come he can’t just ever save people and leave? Why was there always this extra crap to deal with? Finally getting the person off and seeing that all of what he could do was done he's trying to get out of there, but people can be so pushy…

Questions, Comments, Flashing lights, Praise, Criticism…he couldn’t help but snap, 

“Get out of my way! Leave me alone! And for shock's sake, try to learn to protect yourselves!”  

The crowd was shocked by this sudden outburst, but this should have come as no surprise from the grouchy hero. Spider-Mans in other dimensions were always known for being friendly, witty, funny, and nice to all they saved, Miguel didn’t exactly follow this blueprint. Miguel didn’t exactly mean to sound rude, just being a hero gets exhausting and patience was something he needed to work on. 

Miguel hears the gasp and murmurs amongst themselves about how he’s a dick, a jerk, arrogant, blah, blah…

Rolling his eyes, hidden underneath his mask he couldn't help but think of how irrational these people could be, say one thing the public wasn’t fond of and they are at your throat. It’s all of a sudden no longer how he just saved a busload of people, or saved the city by defeating a villain; No, now it’s about how rude he was. 

“Jerk!” 

“Boo!” 

“I hate you Spider-man!” -great…this just makes everything so much better with this thankless job. 

Swing off before the police come to further irritate him. As he swings back to Alchemax he’s wrapped up in his thoughts. This hero thing was not easy…everything he did wasn’t right, not what people wanted…he was always messing up in some way…nothing was ever good enough, he had to stretch himself thinner and thinner, keeping everything together. The pressure is immense…

Getting back to Alchemax, he changes and tries to resume back to his work, the fight had successfully woken him up but now he’s starving. Eating like sleep has also become a thing he has had to cut for the sake of time, but something quick should be fine before he gets back to work.

Stopping by the cafeteria Miguel immediately spots you sat by Sophia, Julius, and Cassidy, not good company for you to keep. Well honestly anyone, they might catch their stupid. Making sure to be as unnoticed as possible last thing he needs is you trying to wave him over to your table. Coffee with a bagel is all he needs to grab so he can make his escape back to the lab. Grabbing a coffee that thankfully wasn't made by you, his sensitive ears can’t help but catch what's being said at your table. No surprise it’s about him. 

Listening in he is catching fragments of the conversation sipping his coffee trying his best to ignore the meaningless conversation, till a remark of him makes him pause at the threshold of the entryway. 

 “How can you work with that monster!”

Monster…huh…is that how people see him? Mutated, sure, grouchy, and tempestuous maybe, But a monster. A ping in his chest makes his hands tighten around the cup. Talons threatens to poke through but he resists. If they want to see him as a monster then so be it…he doesn't care…

Suddenly, a slam, followed by your familiar voice catches him by surprise,

“He’s not some monster. Sure, he is not exactly social, but if this is how people talk about him behind his back it makes sense why he keeps his distance”

“Not some monster…” Your words can’t be helped from echoing through his head. You sound so angry, you never sound angry. Looking over he sees your face furrowed in a glare. He didn’t think your face knew how to do that. Watching as you walk away in a haste away from the table he's leaving to his usual eating spot hidden away from others. 

Taking his shades off in the empty break room he dims the lights down as he sinks into one of the chairs. Finally getting even a moment of a break, even taking time to peacefully relax he finds he is unable to. Even sitting leaning back he still feels teased, irritated, stressed. Trying to shut his mind for even a moment, a second of a break he finds it to be an impossible task. But as he sits, his usual stresses fade to be replaced by your words. Miguel could have cared less about what those idiots had to say about him. The surprising thing was that you were defending him…not that he needed it… but it was…kind of you…

Taking a bite out of the bland bagel he groans to himself, annoyed. 

It's almost time for the meeting and you're pacing outside the doors with everything ready to go, except you haven’t seen Miguel anywhere. Running behind is a thing you are not used to from him, he’s usually so timely but you haven’t seen him at all since he left for what you thought was lunch. Did he get caught up doing something else?

 Minutes tick by and you're growing more anxious by the second. Would he just not show up? It’s a possibility, but he would be putting both your asses on the line, though he didn’t have to worry much about that, they wouldn’t fire their best brain, but…you're a bit more expendable.

Before you can continue thinking about your ass being on the chopping block Miguel is rounding the corner adjusting his coat and walking in a casual strut. Looking at him as he approaches you notice his appearance looks a bit different. That shirt does seem a bit wrinkled and his tie is completely messed up from earlier. What has he been doing? Mid-day workout? Did he have an accident in the lab and have to go change? But the clothes are the same, just wrinkled.

Or was he doing something else… Thinking for a moment over what you could be doing that would cause messed up clothes an image of a sweaty grunting Miguel pops into your brain. Pushing down the thought with an internal slap to yourself you decide to greet him as friendly as possible. 

“You're running behind Miguel” -okay you can’t help but tease him a bit. Friends rass each other all the time. 

“Yeah, got…caught up in something…” he speaks hesitantly, suspicious…

Miguel gets ready to go inside but you quickly grab him by the shoulder to get his attention “Hold on there, you can’t go in there looking like that” 

Turning to face you, he looks at you confused then looks down at himself, “What? I look fine.” 

Scoffing, you roll your eyes and point to his chest where his tie is haphazardly knotted together in a rushed fashion.

“Your tie” Before he can protest your hands are already getting to work losing his tie gently, “Let me help you” 

With the silk tie undone hanging down his chest, you're moving your hands to raise his collar. As you concentrate on the task your eyes are fixed on his neck you observe that as your fingers slightly brush over his warm skin his body teases slightly. Straightening his neck, you know he’s about to say something.  

“Why are you nice to me? I know what others say about me, so how come? Are you trying to pity me?” His voice is stern and this isn’t what you were expecting out of him right now. Did he hear you earlier? 

The slight laugh that escapes you couldn’t be helped. Moving your hands you cross the two ends to tie in a classic Windsor knot. “Leave it to you to think someone being nice to you is just a ruse to pity you. I just want to be nice to you.” 

Remaining silent you continue to loop and twist the tie, your knuckles blushing over him, you swear you see his skin pickle up for a moment with a slight shiver. Finishing up, you tighten it to his neck and carefully fold his collar back down, keeping your eyes on your work at hand, you watch as his Adam's apple slightly bobs as you adjust it properly. 

Sliding your hands to the silk tie you brush your fingers down the soft fabric straightening it while laying down flat against his chest. The feeling of his chest tightness under your fingertips and his breath seems to be slightly slow, you don’t know if he is hating this or being relaxed by it. 

Meeting his eyes, they are unshaded for you to observe their burgundy hue. His face is still stern looking but you know this one has that slight softness in his eyes, meaning his listening, he is waiting for you to speak again. 

“I want us to be friends, simple” 

Miguel's lips slightly part as if he was about to speak, but before he could the conference room doors opened with them calling Miguel in. Turning to you there is a look on his face you're not completely used to, but that will have to wait for now. Giving a quick pat to his chest you smile up at him. 

“You got this Miguel, good luck.” 

[pandorasfavorite]

can u do a dom x fem!reader and basically shes an interviewer at wwe and dating dom and decided to try the pheromone perfume thing on him and it drives him wild and then smut 🤭

Perfume is Powerful

I'm clawing at the walls writing this.... and were pretending baby boy is in his Champion era.

You and Dominik have been dating for close to a year but no one knows. There have been rumors, but of course, there was no concrete evidence, you guys were careful. You hate to be a woman who is displeased by her boyfriend... the sex is great every time without fail. But part of you longs for something more feverish, quick, risky. Anytime yall fuck it's passionate and in bed, you want that movie type of sex. The kind that makes you throw your head back and have your mouth muffled by his big hands while he plows into you. Truly when Dominik steps into work he is instantly into character, but regardless his character is still in love with you....

You are dressed up in a business casual type outfit, a skirt that was a bit shorter than normal, that the cameras couldn't see. But your shirt was skimpy, covered by a coat that would conceal you during the interview. What brought the whole thing was the new perfume you bought, all the reviews say it makes their boyfriends go crazy, so you had to try it out. You roll the perfume onto the sides of your neck, your wrists, and just a bit on the insides of your thighs...just in case.

Dominik has yet to come to the interview but all the cameras were set up when it goes live. Dominik couldn't be around you before the interview otherwise his character wouldn't be as pronounced, and it would be too obvious. He walks in with that usual swagger his face etched with a frown, that mean look always gave you goosebumps in the best way. You couldn't help but smile and Dominik was holding back, his lip just barely quirked up at the sight of you before he suppressed it. The directors told you both it was time. You and Dominik stood nearly shoulder to shoulder facing the camera. "3...2...1...were live!" the director yelled.

You smile directly at the camera to start your introduction, "I'm joined by NXT champion Dominik Mysterio, who got a front row seat to his opponents match for tonight, that his father set up. How are you feeling going in?", you turn to ask him and immediately you are struck. Dominik looks bent out of shape all of the sudden, his jaw is tight as if it was wired shut and his fist is clenched to his side. He shakes his head and coughs trying to play it off, "Well, my back hurts from carrying this company on my back for past almost two years now. I already beat Dragon Lee twice with my dad in his corner". Dominik speaks to the camera but its clear to you that his mind is elsewhere, his hand is twitching at its side now...towards you.

You smile at his cocky response moving on to one more question with your own twist, "Standing here with Mr. 'Dirty' Dominik Mysterio has been a great pleasure, we have one more question for you.".

Dominik swallows and you noticed he has started to sweat, pulling at his shirt to get some air. "Yea".

Your directors nodded at you, they knew of this news, but Dominik is just now finding out on live television. "What is your advice for a new wrestler such as myself?", the roars of the crowd were booming loud enough for the cameras to pick up on. Dominik's eyes went comedically wide and he nearly dropped his belt right off his shoulder. He breathes shallowly, he gathers his bearing just enough to say, "You don't need any advice". This means Dominik had complete confidence in your abilities. You turn your attention back to the camera and you smile. The crew instantly packed up their things and rushed out of the room in a matter of 30 seconds, on their way to other segments.

The door clicks shut and you hear Dominik's belt smack on the ground. He unbuckles his belt, ripping it off of his body and he rushes towards you. His large hands grasp and squeeze your waist, his nose nustling into your neck, and then you hear a loud muffled moan. His mouth is open sucking on your neck while he takes deep breaths, inhaling the natural smell the perfume brought out. Your fingers run through his hair, and you giggle at his reaction, "You okay baby?".

Dominik thrusts your body against him, with no space left for yourself. "You smell good", he says in an uncharacteristic deep voice, your eyes light up. You kiss his cheek, "Don't I always?".

"This is different, mierda mami. You're driving me crazy", in a second you feel his teeth scrape across your collar bone. His hands work at the buttons of your skirt pulling it down till it falls to the floor. He tosses his shirt of quickly and sinks to his knees to connect his lips to the soft of your legs. You spread your legs just enough for Dominik to get between them and the moment he does the groans at the same smell, his hand falling from your leg to his cock. He lays his forehead on one of your legs and his eyes are squeezed shut, you rub his head trying to see what's going on. "Dominik? What's wrong?", your voice is overflowing with concern, you didn't think he'd react this strongly. "I think I'm gonna cum", he sputters out, his fingers leaving red marks on your thighs. You can't control the gasp that flies out of your mouth, you knew that was going to be burned into your mind for a year... maybe two.

You sink to your knees in front of him, your hands cradling his face now... not that it helped considering you put it on your wrists as well. "Do you need a minute?", you ask so sweetly. He answers with a deep inhale, nearly tilting his head back at the pleasure you bring to him just by your natural pheromones. God the way he was acting you didn't need any prep, he could slide right in. "I need it now hermosa, tell me you can take it, tell me mami", he looks up at you with wide, glossy, dilated eyes that take your breath away. "I can take it", you whisper to him trying to diffuse some of the tension he is feeling.

His face splits into a major grin and he pushes your thighs apart so he can get in between them. In that moment he gets close to you, only to push you back by the chest, a hand behind your head when it hits the floor. You lay on your back, your feet flat on the floor and your legs spread. Dominik pulled off your coat but simply unbuckled your bra from under the shirt, tossing it off to the side. His patience was wearing thin, he pulled your shirt just above your boobs and his hands instantly go to touch them. His mouth follows and the closer he gets to the smell of you he can feel himself lose control over again. Another groan of pleasure and a bit of pain from denial brings him back to his twitching cock. "I can't be easy, I have to fuck you-tell me-", you sit up on your elbows for just a moment to look at him. "Fuck me", you say with absolute certainty.

He follows your instruction, pulling out his cock quickly and pushing into you with one fluid motion, the girth stretching you in the most pleasurable way. Your mouth falls open with a moan/whimper. "I know mami, it's going to feel so good in just a second", he says like a promise, though he was feeling as if he was going to cum on the spot. You tug at his hair, your wrist right by his face, the smell driving him to a frenzy, he thrusts into you at a relentless pace. The sounds of his hips smacking against your ass was loud enough to echo, your moans come out loud and high-pitched... too loud. Dominik think the sounds from your mouth are the hottest thing he's ever heard but you both cant risk getting caught. His hand clasps over your mouth, his hair dangling in front of him, his hips working rhythmically, his body looking like a Greek god. He slows down and goes deep inside of you, groaning as you moan, "I'll give you some advice if you want to walk- don't wear this shit. My cock was hard the moment I got close to you", he rasped into your ear.

The sensation felt so good, his deep thrusts hitting the spot inside of you that only he could reach. Every roll and rock of his hips made your walls clench around him and you felt it coming before you even realized it. Your head just barely tilted back and your back arched, Dominik knew what was coming just by that. He pressed you back down harshly, pressing down on your stomach just to the point you could feel that pressure. "Cum. You know you go first", he grits out feeling himself getting close too. As you cum your pussy convulsed around Dominik's cock and the pleasure was astronomical for him. The wet slick and almost painful tightness brought him over the edge moments after you. He cums with a groan, his face falling into the side of your neck.

He inhales and pulls back with a groan, his face made as he glares at you. "You still smell so fucking good. I just came mami-", now he sounds like he's whining at the effect you have on him.

[helaelaemond]

To Be Strangers

gif by @barbieaemond

Pairing: Tom Bennett x female reader

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: You're standing on the dock overlooking the ships in the small hours, and a certain new recruit notices you - he can't help it. He charms you - or at least that's what you want him to think - and together you for a memory to keep him warm when the tides take him. Cunnilingus, penetration.

Content warning(s): smoking, public sex

Rating: E

Ao3: here

The stars pop out overhead as the clouds clear above the harbour, and you take in a deep breath. Your coat flaps in the sea breeze, and you pull it tighter around you. It's peaceful here, even with war looming on the horizon. There's a slender figure just ahead of you, and you see the spark of a match. God, you need a fag.

Your heels click on the pavement as you slowly walk towards the stranger. He looks up, and in the light of the yellow streetlamp, you notice his sharp jaw, his sparkling eyes. There's a small grin on his face, and you try not to return it.

"Got a spare?" you ask.

The young man - a boy, really - nods and holds out the packet for you to take one. "No filter in them."

You take one and hold it between your lips. "I don't mind." In your pocket is a little pack of matches, and you strike one to light the cigarette. You take the first draw, and a wave of relief washes over you.

"Bit late for a nice girl like you to be out, in't it? What brings you down to the docks?"

"I like watching the ships." You shrug. You can feel his eyes roaming over you without shame. "And the sailors."

"Why's that then?" He turns slightly to face you and he shifts his weight from one leg to the other, bringing himself closer.

A small breeze rolls in from the sea and you close your eyes, enjoying the coolness of it. You take another drag. "They never stay for long."

That makes him chuckle. "So let me guess; you never found Mister Right?"

"Or maybe I never wanted him. Maybe I only ever wanted Mister Right Now."

His grin is cocky. "I see. You're that sort of girl, then?"

"And what sort of girl is that?"

He takes a long drag on his own fag and lets the smoke pour through his nostrils, his parted lips. "The kind who sees the value in short-lived fun."

You bite your lip and laugh, your gaze never wavering from his. "Maybe. What if I am?"

"Then I think you and me might get on alright." He takes a step closer and leans against the railing next to you, so close that you can feel the warmth rolling off his body. "What's your name, miss?"

"Whatever you want it to be, sailor."

He chuckles and tilts his head to the side. "Want to know my name?"

"I already know your name."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You're Mister Right Now."

His grin widens. "What if I've already got a girl?"

"Have you?"

"Might have."

"Oh, well in that case-" and you turn as if to walk away.

He catches your hand without missing a beat and pulls you back to him. "Hey, where d'you think you're going?"

There are butterflies in your stomach as he towers over you, his young face handsome, sharp shadows thrown across it by the light overhead. "To find someone else."

"You're not going anywhere. I'm the best you'll find."

Instinctively, you rest your hand on his chest, almost like a barrier between you. It doesn't feel like a barrier. "Most cocky, maybe."

"I can't make any promises on that front, but I've never had a complaint."

You bite the inside of your cheeks to try to hide your grin, but it doesn't work. "But have you had anyone come back for more?"

"Once or twice, yeah. I'll have you back for more."

"You've only just met me! You've got an awful lot of confidence."

The way he's looking at you makes you feel naked, as if he's ravishing you right here on the dock. Half of you wants to push him away and into the water. The other half... well, the other half isn't rational and isn't to be listened to. It's the half that wants to pull him close and strip him as bare as he's making you feel.

He leans closer until you can smell the coffee and cigarettes on his breath. "Yeah, and it's all for you."

"You're full of it, sailor boy."

He looks you up and down again, sizing up his prize, before leaning so close his lips graze your ear. "Do you want me to show you how full of it I am?"

"You're not impressing me," you lie, but the whisper against your skin has covered you in goosebumps, sent electricity down your spine. You don't even notice how it's made you bite your lip.

"No? Then why have you stopped breathing?"His long fingers grasp your chin, and he turns your face to look at him. He's so close that your vision of blurry. It makes your eyelids heavy. "C'mon. Why do I have to beg?"

Your hands find their way to his slim waist, and the curl in the fabric of his tunic. "Because there's nothing prettier than a man on his knees."

Mister Right Now looks up the dock one way, and then the other. Still wearing a broad grin, he sinks to his knees in front of you, right there on the concrete. The fag drops from his fingers, and he looks up at you. "Like this?"

You wind your hand into his short, soft hair and drag your nails across his scalp. He closes his eyes in bliss, and it's his turn now to bite his lip. You hear him sigh, and watch as his chest rises and falls with it. Every nerve in you is aflame. "Just like this."

Sure hands find their way up the backs of your calves. He is stroking your skin, and his touch glides up, up beneath your skirt, up your stockings, and before you have time to think, one hand winds to grasp your backside. The other presses firmly between your thighs, and you let out a sigh of your own. "Is this what you want?" he asks.

You open your eyes and see him staring up at you. He's cocky, arrogant - and practically begging. You nod, teeth digging into your lip.

"Right here? Where anyone could see?"

"You'll all be gone by morning. Why should I care?"

He laughs, and leans closer. He presses his face against your skirt, just over your stomach, and you feel him bite. The hand in his hair pushes him away slightly but he surges forward. He grabs the hem of your skirt and lifts it up. You thank God that you're not wearing a tight pencil skirt, and that the soft wool is loose and swinging. He ducks his head under it.

When he disappears from your sight, you can only feel. He tugs at your underwear and without even thinking of resisting, you step wider for him, you let him drag it down, and you relish his mouth upon your thighs. Above you, rain begins to drop slowly and lightly from the sky. The stars have disappeared behind inky clouds. The streetlight had blocked them out before, anyway.

You feel his fingers first. The young sailor glides two up the inside of your thigh, and he runs it slowly along your folds, not yet dipping in. It's obscene, what you're doing, but you're quickly forgetting to care. Anyone could see you, anyone could see the young man under your skirt, but it doesn't matter. He seems to know what he's doing.

"What's your name?" you ask with an unsteady voice when his fingers slip against your cunt.

"Tom." His voice is muffled under your skirt. He presses his lips against the sensitive skin where your thigh meets your hip. "Tom Bennett."

"Alright, Tom Bennett." You grin, and your head drops back. Thank God for the railing behind you - it's the only thing you can cling onto without worrying about falling into the harbour. "Keep going."

You feel him more than you hear him chuckle. His fingers press against your entrance and you bring up a hand to press against your breast, but he doesn't sink them inside. You whine softly in protest, but he drags them up to spread your folds wide, and then he does something that brings you to your toes.

The firmness of his nose touches your cunt first. He runs it along the sensitive skin there, and he breathes through it to both cool and warm you. It must be glistening wet, you think in the back of your mind, for even just talking to Tom Bennett has had you hot and ready. His tongue follows the line his nose makes, and then he presses it against your clit.

"Fuck." You breathe the word lowly, and without realising, you grasp his head through your skirt. "Just there."

As his lips seal around your bundle of nerves, he chuckles again, and the vibrations make the stars reappear in your eyes. He sucks gently at first, but then it gets firmer, harder, and you have to lean more heavily against the railing. He knows what he's doing. God, does he know.

At last his fingers press inside you, and it feels so good, so right. The digits twist and curl in time with his tongue higher up - when his fingers stroke, his tongue stills. When his tongue strokes, his fingers still. But it's so smooth, so practised, that it feels like one long and fluid motion. He dines on you like it's his last meal.

"Tom!" You sigh his name as the tension in your stomach builds. "Yes, don't stop." It's difficult to keep quiet.

In the moments that you climb the precipice, the young sailor stops, and he stands up suddenly. In his eyes is a wildness that you can't escape. He stares into you with an impossible fire, and it's only when you hear the clink of his opening belt that you realise why he stopped.

"You taste like the sea."

You can't help but grab him close. "Show me."

And then he kisses you. One hand fumbles with his trousers, and the other grasps the back of your neck, and he kisses you. It's rough, and he parts your lips without a second thought, and then his tongue is sliding against yours as if he is tasting for the first time. He's right - you do taste like the sea. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you whine quietly. He grabs your hips and lifts you to sit on the railing, before his hands return to his trousers. They're barely pushed to his knees by the time his grasp is on your hips.

He looks you in the eye again, and his cocky grin is back. All teeth and determination. "You want this?"

You pull at the hair on the back of his head and return his grin. "Yeah. Fuck me, Tom Bennett."

"You don't have to say my whole name every time."

You reach one hand between you and it finds his cock, heavy and leaking. You squeeze gently, and in your grasp you can feel his heartbeat racing. Maybe he felt yours, too, when he pressed his mouth against your cunt. The noise he makes is deep and whining and it rumbles in his chest, and you wish for a fleeting moment that you were looking at his naked body, admiring him in the light of day. But no, this is good, too. On a rainy dock in the middle of the night, where anyone can find you. There's a thrill in that. He wants you so bad.

With your hand guiding him, he slides easily into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, already halfway to bliss, and hang onto the railing for dear life. The sounds of your fucking are obscene - wet and slapping noises echo along the dock and across the water, and you bury your face into his neck to muffle your sounds of delight.

"Shit!" He laughs quietly, his voice punctuated by moans with every breath. "Do you know how good you feel?"

"No!" you laugh in reply. The peals of delight devolve into moans again. "I've never fucked myself."

"You're missing out, then. Hey!" He slaps the hand away that reaches between you, and looks at you in mock indignation. "I'm taking care of you, aren't I?"

Your mouth hangs open in delight when he presses his fingers back against you. They trace just above where his cock slides in and out of you, and then they set a firm and fast rhythm against your clit. It feels better than anything you've had before, you've never had someone take care like this before, it's so good, it's so-

"Oh, Tom!"

"Fuck! Yeah, like that?"

You nod, and he kisses you deeply again. It's all heavy breaths and strained expressions now, but when your lips part, your foreheads stay pressed together. Sweaty, damp from the drizzle, it doesn't matter. It pushes you higher and higher.

"Tom, yes, yes-! I-!"

"Good girl, keep going, I-! Oh, fuck!"

What little sense remains to you reminds you to stay quiet. When he rips the orgasm from you, only the smallest squeak escapes you, but your eyes roll back into your head as heaven explodes through you. Your thighs, still locked around his narrow hips, tremble and shake.

"I'm gonna-!" He looks at you with wide eyes.

"Inside, Tom!"

His face scrunches up as he follows you over the edge, and his hips stutter while he comes. He buries himself as deep as he can, leaning forward on his toes, knees slightly bent, and you meet him with a few final grinds to release all the pressure. He pants, and rests his forehead against your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

Eventually, your legs are too tired to hold him close, and you let them unwind from him. The ground rushes up to meet them, and then you finally land back on Earth. Bliss does not leave you, though.

It seems not to leave him, either, and even when he pulls out, does his trousers and belt back up, he looks satisfied. His grin won't fade. Even when he kisses you again, he is grinning.

"That was alright, weren't it?"

You can't help but laugh quietly. You pull up your underwear and sort out your skirt, and when you look at him, you're pleased to see that he's still looking at you like a prize to be won. "Yeah. Yeah, that was alright, Tom Bennett."

"I already said you don't have to-"

"But how else will I remember, if not by repeating it?"

He steps closer to you again, and he's towering over you again, and he's close enough to kiss again. "You want to repeat that?"

"Maybe. Come back from war alive, and maybe I'll be waiting here for you."

"Nah, not here."

You raise your eyebrow. "Oh?"

He's grinning. "Next time, I wanna fuck you in a proper bed. And next time, I'll be moaning your name."

"You don't want to be strangers next time?" It's a tease, nothing more. All night has been a tease.

"No. Next time, I want you to be mine."

[byhuenii]

⊱☆⊰ female nanamin ?!

synopsis — dating THE nanami kento’s younger sister. (WC: erm..) pairing — gojo satoru x nanami!reader warnings — not proofread, fluff, typos, whipped satoru, switched between you/your to she/her (im just indecisive) , maybe more im missing. a/n — nanami :heartbroken: i thought of this idea and i’d thought it’d be funny because nanami is DEF a protective older brother i mean look at the way he beat tf out of haruta…just sayingg~ this lwk shit but i was bored

gojo satoru the strongest sorcerer in the world was here at jujutsu tech following you around like a lost puppy,

“ satoru go away” you groaned fasting your walking pace of course it was no as the long legged man studded. “ no you haven’t paid attention to me ” he whined grabbing your hand pulling you closer to him,

“ you know damn well we could get caught. ” your eyes wondered the empty halls looking for anyone or everyone who could pass by

“ but isn’t that the fun part? getting caught? ” he smiled stuffing his face in the crook of your neck, “ mhm, fun until kento catches you ” your hand snakes up to his hair combing through it,

“ he’s never caught me. ” he sounded so proud, “ you’re such a liar. remember that one time… ”

(flashback in the spongebob voice)

“ please just once kiss come on, ” gojo begged circling around you annoyingly, your shoulders tended up. “ shut up gojo! ” you hushed him pushing,

“ just one please just oneee~ ” his whines only got whiner and whiner. covering your ears ignoring the whiney unkissed man “ la la la i cant hear youu~ ” marching toward you made a b-line to your classroom ducking and dodging the man’s attempt.

your classroom door was in sight but the man child following you grabbed you pining you againts the wall, pulling your hands down from your covered ears “ now that was just mean yn, why’d you do that broke my heart ” he dramatically sighed stuffing his face into the crook of your neck placing small kisses,

it brought him comfort. the perfume you had sprayed on earlier was his favorite scent of yours. a grin formed onto his lips biting down on your neck. your eyes popped wide pushing him off you “ satoru stop..who knows ” you pulled on his ear, “ you’re being dramatic he won’t find out ” that cocky grin still was drawn out on his face

“ who wont find out? ” kento pushed the door open from inside your classroom. its like satori’s soul left his body when kento walked out the classroom. he was right there his ass would’ve been dead if he walked out earlier “ gojo was messing around with your extra pair of glasses and broke them! ” you had randomly blurted out. it wasn’t half a lie he had in fact broke kento’s glasses a while ago..

kento glared at the white haired man who’s ear was turning red from you tanking it, “ you blindfolded dumbass. ” kento cursed walking up to satoru, you had let go of his ear gesturing to kento he was all his

(end of flashback in spongebob voice)

“ yeah that was your fault we almost got caught. ” you snickered at him placing your hand on his back rubbing it in circles, “ it wasn’t my fault, well it was. but you completely snitched on me !! ”

“ well it’s called saving my ass from the destruction you caused, ” your voice was so sickeningly sweet it was tooth rotting. “ still wasn’t my fault you got us caught.” he denied again refusing to believe he was the problem

“ nope you almost got us caught. ” you popped the p on nope, “ you were ignoring me and not giving me a kiss i so deserved. ” he moved his face that was stuffed comfortably in the crook of your neck to look at you

“i guess…BUT it was only once see! ” an annoying smile plastered on his face, moving your hand from out of his hair you mentally face palmed “ satoru it happened twice. you’re forgetting the time we were training. ”

(flashback in spongebob voice)

you had already been training with your 2nd years maki was on the verge of beating your ass, that girl was something else. you didn’t feel the need to use your cursed technique against maki, you weren’t the strongest in the combat department but you could definitely hold your own,

sweat was dripping down both of your foreheads a tired exhausted look washed along maki’s face, “ is maki getting tired?~ ” you teased making maki scowl. kicking your leg up to maki’s head which she effortlessly blocked. you ended up doing a 1 2 combo making her lose her balance,

you were so in the zone when you didn’t even notice gojo being your own personal cheerleader until maki pointed it out. your eyes bored into gojos with his white frilly holographic pom poms, he traded the blindfold for the glasses today.

“ go yn ! go yn ! go go ” he cheered causing a small flood of pink to wash over your cheeks, “ i hate this guy. . ” you made your way over to him snatching one of his pom poms, “ you like them? ” he asked shaking the one pom pom he had around like a cheerleader, “ they remind me of you sadly”

“ what do you mean sadly?! ” he huffed like a little boy not getting ice cream, “ it’s supposed to be a good thing ”, he started poking you like crazy. he definitely wanted to get on your nerves today.

you slapped the back of his head, thankfully his infinity was disabled giving you a nice clean hit to his newly shaved undercut, “ i hate you, so annoying ” you groaned planning on walking towards maki who was chatting away with nobara,

“ that’s obviously not what you told me last night,” he said outloud for only you to here “we can always recreate it again..in case you forgot” your eyes widen blush spreading all across your cheeks like a wildfire

“ you. you. YOU. ” lost for absolutely words you grabbed his collar shaking him, “ aw you love me so much you want to kiss me ” he laughed,

“ you love me so much that you want to tell kento—” he acted so cheekily he was about to expose the relationship without the slightest ideas. “ tell me what?” kento held a tight grip onto satoru’s shoulder, it’s as if satoru saw a ghost

“ th- that you have a lovely sister, she’s so lovely and strong” he turned his head slowly looking at kento who’s face was covered in shadow. expression unrecognizable. there was an undeniable silence that filled the air of the three of you. “ gojo..are you hitting on my sister?” you swore the silence between those two last for centuries.

“ uhm no i wasnt! ” (🤓☝️)

“ yes you are. ” his voice deepened sending chills down satoru’s spine. satoru started to wiggle out of kento’s grasp “the elders are calling me and you know me i have to listen to them” he squeaked at kento’s gaze, “ since when did you listen to the elders? ”

“ since TODAY! ” he made an escape, “ don’t run away from me you egotistical bastard ”

(end of flashback in spongebob voice)

“ he could quite literally rip my ass outta infinity and feed me megumi’s dogs! ” he dramatically started shaking you, “ he wouldn’t. ”

“ yes he would, he could kick my ass and would do it again and laugh” he continued shaking you like you were some kind of rag doll, “ you’re being dramatic. ”

“no im being real! he would like have you seen that hunk— ” you cover his mouth with your free hand, “ no he wouldn’t and please stop shaking me satoru ”, you could feel his lips form a pout under your hand,

“ no toru? satoru? did i really downgrade that much? ” moving your hand away from his mouth “ you haven’t given me a kiss at all today so no ” he stuck out his tongue at you, “ you’re so annoying ”

you quickly smashed your lips against his, his lips were so soft and tender against yours. the small breathes of yours tickled satoru’s upper lip.

your hands snaked back up to satoru’s hair pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, satoru taken by shock had a small grin form against his lips, you know he had that stupid cocky smile making you break into a smile,

realizing that you were not in the comfort of your own home or his, you quickly pulled away. pinkish red lip stick smothered all over his lips as if he had a drunken passionate make out session,

a whine had escaped his lips making your smile widen some more. “ there, you had your kiss now shoo ” you tried pushing him off your body with failed, “ that’s not fair, i cant just get one ”

“ now you’re being needy stop it satoru ” you bit your inner cheek trying to hold back a giggle, satoru just rolled his eyes placing small mini angel kisses around your lips, the crinkles of your eyes. the dimples, the moles. he loved your face it was one of his favorite features

satoru had you basically pressed against the wall near your office, small giggles escaped your lips as he kept pressing kisses. they were feathery and ticklish, the two of you had been in your own world you forgot you were at the school for a moment.

“ w..what the hell. ” you hear a deep voice. it was laced with mainly shock and a hint of disgust. the voice made you snap your head in the direction it came from, lord and behold the two of you were caught by none other than kento,

gojo groaned at the person interrupting him letting out a deep sigh slowly turning his head to where yours was, “ jeez man give us some— ” his voice was laced with annoyance before he even saw the person. by the time he looked over his eyes had widened as big as saucer pans,

mouth agaped, he knew he was caught and a part of him wanted to laugh and keep kissing you but his body wouldn’t listen to him, “ well shit. ”

“ gojo what are you doing with my sister ? ” his voice was calm but his face. his face screamed you better run before i catch you. “ well nothing. i was just asking her about something !! ” he defended himself trying to come up with a lie on the spot.

“ mhm and the lipstick smeared on your lips say otherwise ” he walked closer to the two of you, gojo desperately tried to get rid of the evidence. “ your glasses are fogging nanamin there was no lipstick stain! ” a small giggle escaped your lips watching the gojo satoru get rid of all evidence,

satoru’s whole demeanor shifted into a soft gooey attitude hearing a giggle escape your lips from his antics, kento wasn’t stupid. he noticed it a small smile formed on his lips knowing he has made you giggle laugh and smile, he had almost forgotten it was gojo satoru until that stupid blindfolded man held your hand,

clearing his throat, “ gojo. are you dating my younger sister? ” his face just turned cold. an irritation just washed over kento’s body, “ she’s your sister?? whatt that’s crazy i didn’t know you had a younger sister nanamin! ” he tried to play it off practically jumping away from you.

kento stared at him with an annoyed expression, gojo was a blabbering mess trying to explain himself, “ you’re basically female nanamin! that’s so crazy! ” he tried to laugh at the information he already knew,

“ i knew you were stupid but seriously the stupid act makes you look like a dumbass. ” kento’s scowl sent shivers down his spine, he started walking closer to satoru closing the distance

“ wait wait IM SORRY PLEASE IM SORRY. ” satoru pleaded hiding behind you, even though he knew his tall lanky ass wasn’t hiding himself.

[theycalledhimastar]

I demand your take on ABO 141 with a male reader PLEASE, there's never any good male stuff

Bestie do NOT give me this kind of brainrot, but also I accept the gift graciously-

Also, I had no idea what you wanted the male reader to be so there's a bit of everything so everyone's happy :) They come off a little oc-ish to me, the way I did the reader but oh well, I like it.

Forgive me for anything I got wrong, I'm not an A/B/O master guys. This was way longer than I initially planned, lol. Enjoy!

Omegaverse!141 x Male reader!!!

I'm not the most bright brained alright, I agree with literally everyone else and I think Price and Ghost would both be Alphas with Gaz and Soap being betas, it just makes sense in my mind. The two Alphas need the cool-headed inbetweens to keep them from toppling everything and/or butting heads from too much hormones going around.

They're all fairly skeptical about yet another person joining them for any given reason, four people is plenty and having yet another person in the fray, while it might be helpful sometimes, is a bit of a balancing act to fit into their already perfect schedule. Changing things to accommodate you, while not the worst thing, isn't the most easy feat for everyone. Especially depending on what you are...

☄. *.

You were an Alpha, purebred, built like a brick wall and about as stubborn as one too. Although you weren't loud about it, you weren't going to let people forget tat you were not to be messed with. Raised with a bit of an ego as most purebred Alphas were, you knew you were destined for greatness from the moment you presented. Started physical and mental training as soon as you were old enough, the goal had always been the military for you, no doubts about it. But you had never imagined, in all your wildest dreams, that you would be a part of the task force.

Most people, upon first glance, would likely assume you fit right in, but shoehorning you in with two other alphas was way harder than anticipated, seeing as you immediately began trying to prove yourself before you had gotten settled in. Which, would have been adorable if you weren't so damn stubborn about it.

Ghost is working out? You join him without a second thought, attempting to lift twice as much as what he's doing. Of course, his numbers were already nothing to scoff at, so all you truly succeeded in, was nearly dropping the weight on your foot and damaging your precious alpha pride. "You alright there tough guy?" Ghost seemed amused by your ambitious failure.

"Shut up." Was all you growled in retaliation, storming off to go sulk elsewhere.

Soap is practicing at the range with Gaz? You grab a pistol and try to show off just how capable you are with it, easy right? Not really. You fumble in a way you weren't even sure you understood, and to put it simply, you missed the target significantly and blew an entire round trying to make amends. By the time you had finished it, the sergeants were trying not to lose their composure and die laughing at your cockiness despite it all. Damnit, you could normally do this all so easy, what the hell was wrong!? You set down the weapon with a nearly frightening calmness despite the seething rage in your chest that demanded respect as an alpha. Your self-righteous upbringing had done you no good now as you stormed off to go beat the shit out of the next inanimate object that pissed you off.

"How exactly did he make it here?" "Eh, cap says he's good. Let 'im cool off, I'm sure he knows what he's doin."

There was no cooling off, of course, as you ended up nearly punching a hole in the wall as you had graciously slammed into the doorway in your blind rage, smacking yourself square in the nose and nearly toppling over in pain. That was, quite honestly, the last straw for your dignity as you snarled something ferocious. Not caring that it had been rather close to the Captain's office until you were unceremoniously yanked back by your scruff, held face-to-face with the unamused John Price. Although you were an alpha, even you couldn't quite deny the effect his scent had on you now. Not one of anger, but certainly not a playful one either. He was projecting his authority, silently telling you to quiet down a little and stop being such a loudmouth showoff. Shame and something akin to an excited fear sparked briefly in the pit of your stomach before you cleared your throat and swallowed hard.

"Captain." You nodded shortly, not missing the way his hand tightened around the back of your neck.

"Heard you've been causing a bit of a ruckus for the others, been busy?" He raised a thick brow, making you swallow back your nerves. You attempted to shoot back some of your own alpha scent, but it felt puny and overpowered entirely by his.

"Not intentionally, sir."

"Let's settle down a little, you've barely been here a week, quit causing trouble or I'll have to take care of your behavior myself. Got it?" He leans close, you could swear he was breathing on the back of your neck now and you know for a fact your heart is racing for reasons you don't think are fear.

Not wanting to find out what he means by that just yet, you give a quick nod that seems to satisfy him enough to let you go. Allowing you to scamper back to your room, the adrenaline cushioning what was going to be a very hurt ego when it settled in that you had been grabbed by the collar and scolded like a child. Damnit, you would prove yourself one way or another...

☄. *.

You were a Beta, always being told you were unremarkable, nearly always forgotten in the squabble between Alphas and Omegas. So, in an effort to at least be something impressive to yourself, you took to bulking up. Genetics and luck both seemed to favor you as you certainly bulked up. To the point where you were constantly mistaken for an Alpha by anyone that didn't truly know you. If they did, they would know that you were far more of the beta disposition in reality. Laid back, cheerful, extroverted enough to make friends, but not gratingly so. The perfect addition to the task force at first glance...

Minus the fact that you were both clumsy, and a little bit ditsy from time to time.

Sure, you weren't incapable, you could definitely hold your own in battle. But it seemed that when the adrenaline wasn't pumping through your veins, you were a tangle of long limbs and jumbled thoughts. It was obvious that you weren't trying to be a mess, but the others seemed to assume you were up to something. Surely, a mountain of a man like you, such a capable Beta on the battlefield, can't be such a... dolt in real life, right?

The same man they had witnessed absolutely nail a small squadron all by his lonesome, had momentarily forgotten how to lace his boots after unlacing them entirely to replace them. And had practically tied his feet together.

"You think he knows he's doin' it wrong?" "Oh he has to by now... right?" "Guys, did I get it? I'm so confused, why is this so weird!?"

Not to say you were entirely unaware of yourself, you knew you were scatterbrained at times. But you didn't know that they had assumed you were taking them for a fool sometimes. The sergeants decided to confront you about it, with Soap cornering you after a particularly amusing incident.

"Mate, ye know we've seen ye on the field right?" He sighed, running his fingers through his overgrown curls. "uhh, yeah?" You kind of stared between the two of them, completely confused as to where the conversation was going. Gaz snuck behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder in a friendly manner. "Right, so you don't have to act like a total numpty off the field, you aren't foolin' anyone anymore." He chuckled, nudging your head with his playfully. It would have been a comforting thing, except for the fact that you had no clue what they were on about. "What do you mean?" "Stop acting like such a hare-brained dingus. Just be yourself, mate." He shook your shoulders gently, the two staring at you so earnestly, just trying to convince you to just be yourself around them. "Oh... About that..."

Of course after that, they both felt really bad and you had to explain for over an hour that no, it wasn't on purpose, yes, you were that messy sometimes, and no, you weren't mad for their assumption. Although Ghost certainly seemed to find it hilarious that you were such a gentle giant, and a total hot mess express. Not that he told you that, truth be told, he didn't feel the need to talk to you much off of the field. Not because he didn't like you, he simply felt you fit in so well with the betas and he didn't want to throw off things. Although he did want to know how you had gotten so huge naturally.

Price thinks you're downright precious with the stark contrast between on and off duty with you. It's like you become a completely different person and he can't help but smell the scent of a content beta every time he tells you that you've done him good. He was certain that everyone could tell just how excited you were when he referred to you as "his good lad". It was a simple nickname, rolled off his tongue before he could stop it, but you nearly lit up in elation. So now not only him, but everyone else makes an attempt to give you subtle little praises like that just to see you get all giddy, and to this date you have yet to notice, or at least say anything about it.

☄. *.

You were an omega, not what any of them expected when they were told that someone would be joining them, as omega were notoriously... well... Violence avoidant to put it simply. But you were not the type that wanted to feed into stereotypes. You wanted any excuse to not become some boring old stay-at-home omega that took care of children and housework. The parts of the world you had grown up in were very traditional and expected just that of you. "Settle down with a nice Alpha, have babies, live the peaceful life." Yeah right, it was like they didn't even know what you wanted.

So, in an effort to escape that life, you decided to enlist, and it turned out that you were... actually kinda good at it despite it all. Your fight or flight chose to flee more often than not, but that meant you were quick on your feet despite the stomach churning levels of anxiety that pulsed through your veins at any given moment. Your adrenaline raced and kept you moving before you could chicken out, and that made you a damn good soldier.

Off field was a different story but that didn't really matter seeing as you liked minding your own business and having your own space more often than not.

When you first met all of them, the aura of two alphas was quite a lot, especially as it seemed at least Ghost was projecting a little bit more than he needed to, getting across the point that there was an order to the way things were and you needed to not ruin that. (He's just nervous having an omega around as he isn't used to it and he isn't sure exactly how to act around you.)

Gaz is rather quick to step in and soothe you with his beta scent, like warm coffee and vanilla and something distinct that you hadn't ever smelled before. But it soothed your racing nerves and made you feel a little less alienated. Although with a nudge from John, Ghost realized he was only successfully scaring you, and he cut it out just as quickly.

Johnny is excited to have an omega around, although he doesn't really treat you any different than Gaz. It's the equivalent of short people acting different when they're around someone shorter than them, yknow? Like he doesn't see you as beneath him, he just knows you're different than anything he's been around and he's nosey about absolutely everything.

"Do all Alphas scare you?" "No... why would they?" "I dunno, it seemed like every omega I met before was either addicted to Alphas or terrified of em." "Uh, no, I think you just knew weird people before."

Another thing, is that Price seems to view you as a sort of stray cat. Skittish if anyone approached you a little too loudly or excitedly, but plenty sweet if they got to know you. At least, that was how it was in his head. In reality, you were just an introverted guy who wanted to at least get along with his teammates and they thought you were the cutest thing ever. Sometimes, John would call you into his office just to tell you that he noticed your hard work and he was proud of you. He loved the way your cheeks flushed whenever he got close or projected his scent a little extra, filling the room with the scent of expensive cigars and warm, woody cologne. It made you a little fuzzy int eh head and he could tell, so he avoided using it. But the face you made when you got all spacey and distracted during meetings because you were sandwiched between him and Ghost, it was just too good to resist.

"You alright there sergeant?" "Yes sir, all-all good." "You look a little flushed, you sure you're not coming down with something?" He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, trying not to smile wider when your eyes widened just slightly. "Positive, Captain..." You squeaked.

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A/N :Okay, I think you've been waiting for this one! Hopefully it’ll take my mind of the fact that we were all simping for a person that takes the cringeat nudes

* This is bad

* This is really, really bad

* You watch Ares — Kronos now— in full possession of his body, two inky black voids staring back at you, mouth quirked up in a sadistic grin.

* Your hand tightens around your scepter, eyes flicking to Annabeth, Percy and Grover

* ‘Right now the priority is protecting the children.’

* You tap the ground twice, concentrating on space and time itself wrapping around you ementating a force field, you watch the familiar purple hue begin to take shape, electricity whirring, but before it can reach its crescendo, Kronos waves it’s hand and immediately the field disappears.

* ‘What?’

* “You dare use my own powers against me child?”

* Of course, Kronos was the titan of space and time, your powers won’t work on him.

* And your despair…is nothing compared to what he’s endured, to be cut into tiny pieces at the hands of your own children.

* ‘Hades.’

* But before you can kneel you’re pushed into the ocean, off of your home turf, and ankle deep into unfamiliar land.

* “And there will be no hitting the ground thrice, this is between you and I godling.” He hisses, roaming over you with a keen eye. “You’re just a godling, but I can smell it—the powers of fertility course through your veins.” He licks his lip, as if he’s already imagining devouring you whole.

* ‘What can I do in this situation? Annabeth? No, she’s only got that knife, Grover? No, he only has tin cans and they’re all gone anyway, Percy—‘

* Yes, Percy is the right option. He has a good weapon, and he’s talented too, the sea is his home turf and in the original he beat Ares.

* ‘But even so he’s no match for Kronos.’

* He’s only a twelve year old boy, he needs more time to develop into a hero.

* ‘But I can give him power.’

* A fertility god can grant someone the right to tap into their power, a near limitless supply. You could give that to Percy-

* “Why should you sacrifice yourself for someone else?” A voice whispers in your ear, snapping you out of your thoughts.

* Goosebumps rise down your spine and along your arms.

* “And why should you run from battle?” Another voice calls, you recognize this voice.

* ‘It’s Persephone's voice.’

* “Look at him child, look how he trembles. He needs you, to stay in that body, he’s still not strong enough to inhabit a god’s body while his soul is in Tartarus.” She whispers.

* And sure enough, Kronos is heaving, he has a cocky expression on his face, but you can see the strain across his face.

* ‘He can’t keep this up for much longer.’

* “Descendant of the gods, close your eyes and borrow our power.”

* ‘Well I’m screwed either way.’

* You close your eyes, and for a moment there’s total darkness, and then all at once four eyes open in front of you.

* Green. Purple. Gold. Pink. And Red.

* Staring at you as if appraising you on a pedestal, and then there’s a sound.

* It feels like the howl of wind, the sound of a box unlocking, and the sound of a bird chirping.

* You open your eyes, your body encased in a blue sheen.

* “Aren’t you tired of bending to the will of the gods little godling?”

* ‘I’m tired of you disrupting my sleep for three years.’

* You feel flowers grow out of your skin, encasing your arm, but it doesn’t hurt.

* “Don’t you want your revenge—“

* You raise your hand, the ground beneath him automatically raising as well, as large as any cliff.

* “—you could join me—“

* ‘First he was going to swallow me whole, and now it’s that I can join him huh?’

* You swipe your hand to the side, opening dozens of portals, a bright blue light leaves your scepter traveling through the portals and striking Kronos.

* “—we could rule Olympus together—‘

* ‘The jerk is still talking.’

* You twirl your scepter, transforming it into a bow and arrow.

* “—you will regret this!”

* “Shut the hell up!” The words leave your mouth like a siren’s screech, ichor curling out of his ear as he winces.

* You aim your arrow for his heart and shoot.

* The arrow becomes engulfed in blue light, like a blazing inferno, like—

* ‘It looks like hell fire.’

* There’s a scream and you avert your eyes as Kronos reveals his true form, when he’s gone Ares is left behind.

* Simultaneously whatever power you felt rush into your veins is now gone, leaving a very sore, fourteen year old behind.

* You wade through the water, holding a bleeding and fatigued Ares in your arms.

* “Wh-where am I?” A cough rips through him and you shush him.

* “It’s fine, I’m here now.” Golden light emanates from your hands, and you watch his wounds begin to close.

* “Well who would have thought.” He mumbles to himself.

* “So are you free later tonight?”

* “I’m fourteen you freak.” He gives you a toothy grin.

* “Give me a call in ten years then?”

* Before you can ask if he can get the hell out of here and to Olympus he’s gone in a crack of thunder. Disintegrated to dust before reorganizing into golden light.

* That looks familiar.

* You turn to them, to the two shocked children and the satyr who are staring at you with slack jaws.

* They want answers.

* ‘Well damn, me too. What the hell was that?’

* Before you can organize a single thought, you’re surrounded by policeman.

* ‘Well shit.’

A/N: And that was the soft end of the second arc, I hope you guys liked it! There's a few more parts until the hard end, and I think I have a few more spots on the tag list for anyone interested!

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Skate date

Summary: a cute little date night at the roller rink with Eddie 🩷🩵🛼

Authors note: this is like the second or third fic I post so please be kind it is a fluffy readerxeddie. I recently went to skate at the roller rink and got inspired it was such a fun place and we seriously need to bring them back.

It was a cool Friday night, and you and Eddie were planning your next date. After some discussion, the two of you decided to go to the local roller rink, which was having a special couples' night. You had skated before so you were confident to a certain extent and super excited to show Eddie, who had only been skating once or twice before.

As you arrived at the rink, the sound of upbeat music filled the air, and the neon lights illuminated the space. The scent of popcorn and hot dogs wafted from the snack bar, and the chatter of excited couples filled the air. You led Eddie to the rental booth, where you both rented a pair of skates. Eddie laced up his skates fast while you were looking all around the room full of couples and red florescent lights shining off the disco ball. As soon as you were done the two of you made your way to the rink.

You stepped onto the smooth, polished floor, you felt the familiar thrill of gliding on wheels. Eddie, on the other hand, looked nervous, his legs wobbling beneath him. You smiled reassuringly and took his hand, guiding him slowly around the rink.

At first, Eddie was hesitant, his movements jerky and uncertain. But as the two of you circled the rink, his confidence grew, and he began to skate with more ease. He even tried to copy some of your moves, earning a giggle from you when he stumbled and nearly fell. He maintained a death grip on your hand and lightly apologized when he stumbled trying not to bring you down with him.

As the night wore on, you and Eddie skated hand in hand, weaving in and out of the other couples on the rink. Every time Eddie stumbled, you were there to catch him, and he rewarded you with sweet, lingering kisses.

At one point, you suggested to skate a bit faster. Somehow eddie trips and takes his first tumble of the night falling on his butt. It’s so cute to see a tough man with a hard leather exterior look like Bambi on ice. He was trying which was the best part. Eventually eddie left to sit in a booth just watching you skate around the a bit. As you got closer to him he got up and asked if you wanted to play some games in the arcade that the rink had.

Many games like table hockey, skee ball and Pac-Man. He let you win most of the time when you were playing against each other but when it came to Dance Dance Revolution he got really cocky. He’s Stretching near the machine and cracking his knuckles while you laugh and try looking for a song. During the battle you kept looking at Eddie and he looked so serious not missing a beat. The song finished and Eddie was crowned the winner on the screen, Puffy and out of breath you look at each other and smile.

the DJ announced the last song of the night, and you and Eddie took to the rink once more, skating slowly and tenderly to the romantic ballad. As the song came to an end, Eddie pulled you close, and the two of you shared a deep, passionate kiss.

Leaving the roller rink, you noticed a photo booth in the corner of the room. "Hey, Eddie, do you want to take a few pictures together?" you asked, pointing to the booth.

Eddie looked a little hesitant at first, but you reassured him that it would be fun, and he eventually agreed. The two of you climbed into the photo booth, and the curtain closed behind you.

Inside the booth, you could hear the camera click as you posed for the first few photos, making silly faces and sticking out your tongues. But as the final photo approached, you looked at Eddie and smiled, feeling your heart skip a beat.

"Let's do something a little different for the last photo," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

Eddie was surprised at first but quickly leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The camera flashed, capturing the moment forever.

As you stepped out of the photo booth, you could see the photo strip printing out two strips of black and white pictures that said “the perfect pair” with a red heart. the last photo showing the two of you locked in a loving embrace. you couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Well, I think we just nailed our audition for the next romantic comedy," you joked, holding up the photo strip.

Eddie rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Oh, come on, I'm not that bad," he said, nudging you playfully with his elbow.

You laughed and gave him a playful shove back. "I never said you were bad, just a little wobbly on the skates," you teased, earning a playful groan from Eddie.

"But hey, you improved a lot throughout the night," you added, smiling at him warmly. "And we had so much fun together."

Eddie grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, I did have a good time. Thanks for being patient with me," he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You felt your heart swell with affection for him. "Of course, Eddie. I always enjoy spending time with you," you replied, feeling a surge of warmth spread through you.

When you and Eddie got to the his van and he clipped the photo strip on his sun visor without thinking twice about it. As he drove you home he held on to your thigh singing along to the soft music.

finally standing outside your house next to the drivers window looking at Eddie and saying the last goodbyes with a few added extra kisses. “I’ll always have my girl with me” is the last thing he said before he looked up at the picture and drove off.

You stand there while your heart is bursting holding out the picture and giving it a tiny kiss before doing a little giddy happy dance that followed some cute muffled shrieks. As soon as you entered the house you ran the bedroom and went straight to the vanity desk. kissing the picture one last time and placing it on the edge of mirror holding it in place with some glitter heart stickers.

[akoyaxs]

BIG NEWS

Hey hunny bunnies, I'm finally getting somewhere with the rivals to lovers fic my darlings ⛄️ and 🪐 requested (your ideas were very similar so I incorporated them both 😁)

I'm just going to run a little debrief about it and include a tiny little snippet- and we have a BIG decision to make at the end. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this idea and I'm so sorry it took me so long to get onto it but I've finally started writing, I just have a lot to balance between school and tumblr so it might take the end of the week for me to publish the finished thing, I hope that's alright 🙏

Without any further ado: this is my AONUNG X FEM!METKAYINA! WARRIOR!READER TEASER

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It first happened when you were kids. The first time that stupid skxawng beat you, and it never seemed to end. You knew you were just as talented, just as ferocious, just as determined, but he was always just larger and stronger. It probably also helped that he would be Olo'eyktan.

So year after year, after every fight, every hunt, every trial, you would always be second. Silver. Sure, you could smash down every other  warrior. Sure, you could outrun and outswim and even outrank any other person in the clan, but there would always be him. Aonung.

He was, in fact, a complete and utter idiot. He was all big and perfect and beloved by the clan, despite all his flaws. Because those flaws seemed perfectly obvious to you, his competition, but everyone else just fawned over his big muscles and pretty blue eyes and you were determined to never do so.

He was cocky. He was a player. He had more muscles in his arms than braincells in his head. He was condescending and entitled and just somehow managed to get away with everything.

So you were determined to be the person to call him out. If everyone was going to baby him and feed his practically obese ego, you would try to keep him in check.

You wouldn't fawn and fall at his feet. Every word you spoke to his was twice as harsh as to others. Every blow you delivered in training was harder than the last, and certainly harder than anyone else would dare to hit the precious little prince. Every look you sent him clearly showed your distaste that he, somehow, always was above you.

And he seemed to get it. As you got older, he became less dickish towards you. By the time you finished your iknimaya, he had congratulated you. By the time the Sully's came to the reef, if you called him out on his taunting, he'd pull his head back in.

You, of course, had no idea why. Everyone else did though. The way Aonung would only do as you say was perfectly obvious to everyone else. Ronal and Tonowari had figured it out early, that their son hardly listened to them, so they managed to sneak you into it when they wanted him to do something.

And Aonung tried to get over it. That's why he spent his days training hard, trying to beat away and sweat out all his ceaseless thoughts of you. Thoughts that mortify him, thoughts that you would murder him over.

That's why he spends his nights with a new girl every time, on the beach, in the water, on the woven floor of marui's, trying to fuck his desires for you out into another girl.

He can't help it- the way he imagines it's always you. You squirming as he lays with his head nestled between your shaking thighs, holding you down and drawing desperate moans out of your mouth so usually full of quips and snarls. 

You on your knees in front of him, the same eyes that glare when you watch him filled with tears as you take him far into your throat, your soft lips brushing over his hard length.

Imagining you're the one under him, riding him, bent over in front of him, the curve of your ass and the softness of your tits on complete display for him.

Fuck.

It was bad. It was really fucking bad.

You were his second in command, you were his biggest competition. What used to be a childish crush was rapidly growing into a mature, dangerous obsession. 

What he wouldn't give to have you as his, to be yours... 

You, of course, on the other hand, are completely oblivious to his infatuation with you. For years, you've written off the way he treats you differently as simply part of the game, part of the competition the two of you have entertained for so long.

You have no idea of the blunt lust and deep affection he harbours for you, and you're certainly oblivious to his efforts to get closer to you. The first could have been anything, and it never would have occurred to you that it was courting.

In the years since your iknimaya, the rivalry between the two of you had fizzled slightly. You could accept his outranking you- he, at least, was worth the top position.

So you followed his orders with 60% obedience and managed to build a courteous, polite relationship with him. You were not quite friends, yet you both respected the other, and managed to share a good conversation every now and then.

Which is why it seemed so shocking that he was suddenly starting to compete with you again. He, of course, isn't doing anything of the sort, but you think he's falling back into the old rivalry.

It all started with the summer hunt. 

Really, it was your fault. You let yourself get overconfident, sure that the huge fish you had speared through the heart would be the largest catch of the clan, and you had been pleased with yourself and returned to the village.

There was much admiration and praise for your amazing catch, everyone congratulating you until suddenly it all stopped. You weren't an attention seeker at all, but you couldn't help feeling irritated that something was suddenly so important.

Which, of course, has to be Aonung. 

He's striding towards you, his large, muscular arms straining under the weight of the fish he's holding. It's fucking massive, completely putting your batch to shame, with shimmery scales and terrifying spikes all along it's back and fins and mouth and tail.

Almost instantly, everyone that had been congratulating you practically pounces onto him, gushing over their precious little prince and his unimaginable talents, his incredible strength, his impossible bravery yadayadayada.

You, on the other hand, just stay back, arms folded and a scowl fixed onto your face. You aren't bitter he did better than you (well maybe a little but that wasn't the point). After thinking you both got over this competition on at least surface level, here he was, bringing his haul over to you to completely undermine your efforts. To show, once again, he beat you.

But as everyone fawned all over him, he just continues to walk to you, returning a smile every now and then but staying in silence as he approaches. His bright blue eyes are fixed into yours the whole time.

He doesn't look cocky; there's a strange glint in those ocean eyes that you can't interpret. He's doing something, you can obviously tell at least that, trying to prove himself in some way. 

And of course, your competitive, fierce mind jumps straight into the past. You can't believe he's doing this now, making you look ridiculous and small and undermining you with his amazing catch.

He finally reaches your woven basket, in which your now seemingly tiny fish lies. You fold your arms and stare blankly up at him, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

"Hey," he smiles, shifting the fish in his arms so he can see you better.

"Hey," you reply slightly coldly, raising your brows slightly and watching him.

He was attractive, you can admit that. Not just in a pretty way, he was so pretty it had every girl falling at his feet, and he was always happy to offer his time to them. It was something in that white shiny smile and bright blue eyes, maybe something to do with that air of slight mischief and danger that lingered around him.

It also could be his body. That was good too. All muscular and giant and taller than anyone else in the clan, even Tonowari. He moved with confidence and slight cockiness, the curve of his broad shoulders rolling gracefully when he moved. It was something to do with the sharpness of his collarbones and jawline, or the way his lashes curled so gently. There is a slight X shape to his ribcage, his stomach toned and muscly just like the rest of him, tapering into a slim waist.

“Good catch,” Aonung says, nodding down at your basket that looks ridiculous beside his.

You squint at him, is he making fun of you?

But he looks genuinely sincere, and also nervous.

Aonung. Nervous.

Aonung, the prince of the clan, the most confident even cocky person you know, is standing slightly awkwardly in front of you, looking nervous.

You aren’t sure if it’s your face- your glare does tend to have a terrifying effect on people, but you decide you’ve glared at him and he’s never looked this nervous around you before. In fact, you’ve never even seen him be nervous ever. Not at any fight or hunt or even at his iknimaya.

That only makes you more annoyed.

“Yours is better,” you reply bluntly. It’s an obvious fact, and Aonung smiles slightly.

“Thank you,” he grins. “I went outside the reef to three brothers rock-“

“Isn’t that a bit far,” you ask sceptically. “And a little dangerous?”

You go to hunt at three brothers rock every few days, but what was this skxawng playing at, going to such extreme lengths to beat you.

“I wanted to bring something good back,” he shrugs.

You scowl a little deeper. The other clan members that had been offering their congratulations were now dispersing. Sure, your arguments with Aonung were known to be a great source of entertainment for the clan, almost as much as the actual warrior fights, but they also knew better than to overstay their welcome when it came to the two highest ranking warriors in the clan. And this is where this is heading, an argument.

Really, you had slackened in your insults and keeping Aonung in line over the last few years, the competition between the two of you dying out slowly let you let him off the hook. He had used his new freedom to fuck around with his friends and girls and you had put your efforts into training and proving yourself.

“What are you trying to do Aonung,” you sigh, sharpening your knife to carve the fish.

“What do you mean?” He asks, sounding confused.

“You’ve never gone hunting beyond the reef except when you’re trying to prove a point,” you say bluntly, not looking up from sharpening your knife. “Like when you nearly got Lo’ak killed when we were kids. So what point are you trying to prove?”

When he doesn’t say anything, just staring down at you, you put your knife down with a small snarl and glare up at him. But before you can say anything, the next wave of villagers walks past, and they bustle around aonung to marvel at his incredible hunting skills and unbelievable daring and oh my god you’re just strong!

And Aonung just doesn’t seem to care. He usually is aloof and cocky, but he enjoys praise and ass kissing. The new crowd blocks you from his view, and you shift slightly to keep it that way, while you can take another look at him. He looks like he’s trying to find you, craning his neck and ignoring all the praises and flirtings thrown at his fucking feet. His brows are furrowed and he looks torn between confusion and slight upset that you’ve suddenly disappeared.

Stupid skxawng.

You sigh, gaze flicking to the basket of your smaller fish lying ignored and abandoned beside the group clamouring over Aonung’s massive, incredible one, and sigh.

You leave it there and slip back through the crowd and into your marui.

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So yeah, that's what I have so far 😁 pls let me know how i did. ☃️ and 🪐 my darlings, dont be shy to tell me any feedback for this bc this is just how I interpreted the requests, if there is a way you'd prefer it to be written, feel free to ask

ALSO, PLS COMMENT ANY NAME IDEAS FOR THE FIC, BECAUSE I CAN'T THINK OF ANY!!!!!!

Okay that's all for now, don't be shy to chat my pookie pies, I'll just leave you with this beautiful picture of our man I screenshotted 😘 I just know that's the face he'd be making if he found out about all the tawtute simping for him

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Dude what if richter accidentally called olrox dad or papa while thanking him for something b/c was so excited and didn’t notice but Olrox…Olrox definitely did

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: a bittersweet found family AU introduction post)

I need to work on the nightmare drabble but these other prompts I’m getting are just so silly 🤭🥹 however I ask you to forgive me bc I took a little bit of creative liberty with the prompt.

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“And then she pounced on me like-like a blood-drinking jaguar BUT I dodged it AGAIN!” Richter exclaimed, his eyes burning like stars as he went on and on about his "epic battle" with a low-rank vampire that tried to feed on him when the boy went to find a restroom in the restaurant he and his captor temporary guardian fiend at. Despite the late hour, Olrox, still inwardly shaken at the encounter he missed, was close to blinded by the pride Richter displayed.

“—So she bounced off the wall and hissed and I was like "it’s over, old hag!" And-papá, are you not listening!?” Richie tugged on his frilled sleeve.

“Yes, right, of co…”

Did he just…

He couldn��t…

Richter went on as before, obviously missing the word he uttered, while Olrox felt like the entire reality had crumbled and rebuilt himself around him. This was a different world than one moment ago, and Belmont’s voice was as clear as a chime when he said it. There was no possibility that Olrox had simply deluded himself. The title hung in the air, light as a feather, and so very right.

The Aztec had to bring a hand up to his chest to ensure his heart didn’t start beating again. Is this what being a parent felt like? Is this what a child’s affection felt like? The sheer warmth and light it injected into his soul almost terrified him. This kind of love was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, given by a boy in a moment of vulnerability, and with no backhanded motifs. Pure.

Purity that Juliet Belmont did not deserve. For a second, Olrox couldn’t help but felt vindictively happy that his lover’s murderer will never get to see Richter again. This was all her doing. Maybe she’ll think twice before cracking her whip again.

He then barely held back a giggle at the word itself. Richie wasn’t the type of a spoiled noble to use words like “mama” and “papa”, but spending every other day around immortals must have influenced him. Not that he minded.

“And then I scorched her!!” Richter declared, a proud smile on his face. “All in my own! In your face!!” He too ma deep breath, ending his rant.

His cockiness however, evaporated at Olrox’s expression. He looked at him with no condescension in sight, only pure pride and happiness. It felt so genuine, so loving, that Belmont turned bashful for a moment, not knowing what to do next.

And it seemed like he didn’t have to, for Olrox got on one knee in front of him and did what Richter two months ago would have undoubtedly set him on fire for. A hug.

He fell just a little limp in it.

“You did great, Richter.” The man spoke softly. “I expected no less from a Belmont.” He then pulled away. “But let’s not test your luck next time. If there is any danger on the horizon, you call me.”

“Yeah yeah I know…” Richie rolled his eyes and smirked, before his face slowly grew blank.

A silence fell between the two, and Olrox felt confused as to why, but then saw Belmont’s entire face grow as red as a freshly caught lobster.

Oh.

Brought down from the high of the fight, poor thing must have caught on to what he said a minute prior, and seeing the gears turning in his head, Olrox had to bring a palm over his mouth to muffle the wheeze that escaped him.

“I….I-I did not mean that.”

“Uh huh.”

“I didn’t.”

“Right.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do.” Olrox choked through the chuckles, clearly not believing a single word Richter said.

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In The Middle of Nowhere (Part 2)

AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 1. Drugging, 5. Kidnapping, 17. Hypothermia, 20. Dehumanization Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, dark!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, dark!Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Reader (no relationships) Summary: You wake up to find that you have been drugged, tied up, and taken to the middle of the woods on a cold, snowy night. The two men grinning down at you scream trouble but you are about to discover it is worse than you could have possibly imagined... Word Count: 5523 TW: Drugging, Kidnapping, Tied Up, Frostbite, Forced Undressing, Language, Mentions of Murder and Mutilation, Hunted for Sport, Getting Off on Thoughts of Violence/Death, Bradley is Taller than Reader, Reader's POV Notes: I am EXTREMELY proud and excited about this series and hope you enjoy! Huge thank you to @loverhymeswith and @green-socks for all of your help!💕 Part of @ailesswhumptober's event

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Something cold and wet lands gently on your cheek. Though very light, it’s enough to rouse you from your sleep. As you shift, trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in, your head pounds painfully in time with every beat of your heart and you moan softly. You must have had a few (or more) shots before leaving work last night because you can’t remember getting home…or how you got home…or even closing down the bar. How much did you have to drink?

It’s cold—much colder than it should be—and you vaguely wonder if your heater crapped out again. The last time that happened, it took your landlord almost a week to fix it so you really hope that isn’t the case. You try to reach for your blanket, wanting to just curl up in a warm cocoon to sleep off this headache, but your arms seem stuck or tangled together somehow. Could you have fallen asleep in the middle of taking off your shirt again? It has only happened twice but both times were when you were blackout drunk so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities…

Reluctantly, you force your eyes open so you can figure out what stupidity you have gotten yourself into this time–only to freeze as your vision comes into focus. 

You had expected to see your bedroom ceiling or even possibly the ceiling of the bar’s break room above you, but instead, you open your eyes to see a man leering down at you, his face twisted into a sort of predatory grin. 

Though the gleam in his eye is giving you the creeps, you try to remain calm even as your heart begins pounding in your chest. There could be a thousand perfectly innocent reasons this man is here looming over you like this and it’s best to not jump to conclusions until you know what’s going on. Besides, there is something vaguely familiar about this burly brunet. You know you have seen him somewhere before, though your groggy mind can’t quite place him. However, as soon as a second man (this one blond) steps into view, it all comes rushing back—these two had been at the bar earlier.

You hadn’t interacted with the first man very much, just took his order, poured him his drink, and topped it off once or twice when he got low. However, it hadn’t escaped your attention that he never took his eyes off of you the entire time you chatted with his buddy. And while the brunet had kept his distance, this blond had bent over backward trying to capture every ounce of your attention all night long. You had been bartending long enough to know exactly what kind of guy he was and what he was angling for, but you had to admit, those mesmerizing green eyes and the way that cocky smile curled around the toothpick he was chewing on all night did make you a little weak in the knees.

However, all of that quickly flies from your mind as your eyes settle on the large hunting knife the blond is currently spinning in his hands as he licks his lips, grinning at you. 

Something is wrong. Very wrong. Get out now! A wave of terror clears the remaining fog in your mind as all of your instincts scream at you to flee. But as you try to scramble up off your back, you finally notice the thick rope wrapped around your wrists and another around your ankles. And to make matters worse, you seem to be lying in a small metal box of some sort. Your body has been crammed and twisted at a weird angle in order to fit, and the way it resembles a coffin makes a fresh chill run up your spine. 

As you release a shuddering gasp, you realize that though restrained, your mouth has been left uncovered. Instantly, you begin screaming as loud as you can, alternating between “help” and just a wordless high-pitched shriek as you thrash around within the box. Pain shoots through you as your knees collide with the sides of the box and you hit one of your funny bones, but you ignore it and just keep screaming. 

After a moment, you catch sight of your kidnappers’ faces and your heart sinks. They are expecting this. And what’s worse, based on their sadistic smirks, they are enjoying this. Which means they’re not concerned about anyone hearing you, no matter how much noise you make.

Though terrified by this realization, you force yourself to fall silent and lie still, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of watching you continue to beg for help. 

Seemingly satisfied you are done with your freak-out, the brunet pulls himself up the side of the box until he looms over you, his broad frame filling your entire field of vision. His gaze travels down your prone form, lingering on your ass, breasts, and lips before he finally locks eyes with you. His lips curl into a sickening grin as he says, “Well, hello there, sweetheart. Ready to have some fun?”

Without waiting for an answer, he looks at the blond and jerks his head in your direction. Suddenly, everything around you begins to shake as you hear a metallic thud followed by the loud thumping of boots, and the blond appears towering next to you. He gives you a wink and a small click of his tongue before his hands slide under your shoulders and he lifts you up. As he does so, the brunet grabs your feet and you are roughly hauled out of the container.

As they lift you out, whatever insolation or protection the box had been providing you disappears and you are hit with the full chill of the late winter’s night air, causing you to instantly start shivering. For the first time, in the light of the electric lanterns the men had placed around the area, you get a good look at yourself and realize that while the men are dressed in heavy jackets layered over the flannel shirts they had on at the bar, you have been stripped down to your underwear and the thin tank top you were wearing that night under your uniform. At least you had opted for your boyshorts tonight instead of your thong, but you still shiver once more—and this time, it has nothing to do with the cold.

There is no telling what these men did to you while you were unconscious. Obviously, you must have been manhandled to some degree if they undressed you, tied you up, and stuffed you into a box, but was that as far as they went? Or did they have a different kind of fun with you while you had no way of fighting back or saying no? Tears sting the corners of your eyes as a hundred different scenarios play out in your head, and you hope it just appears like your eyes are watering from the cold. You would hate for these two to think they have broken you already.

As they stand you up on the snow-covered ground, your bare feet sink in the soft powder almost up to the top of your ankles. You gasp as you try to bounce from one foot to the other in an attempt to provide your poor feet any relief from the cold, but the rope around your ankles causes you to almost topple over. The only thing that keeps you from crashing into the snow is the brunet who reaches out to steady you. Silently, he bends down and unties the rope, though once he’s done, he walks away without touching the one still wrapped around your wrists. 

Now able to bounce more steadily as you try to keep your feet from going completely numb, you begin to take in your surroundings. Glancing over your shoulder, you see a big, black, lifted pickup truck with an open metal toolbox in the bed—which explains why you were so cramped in the box. Looking past the truck, all you can see is rows and rows of trees. They seem to go on forever until disappearing into the void of darkness just beyond the glow from the lanterns. No wonder these men hadn’t worried about your screaming. There are enough woods outside of town that you could currently be ten or fifteen miles from anyone who could help you.

There’s no one but you and the two men who brought you here.

You don’t know what their plan for you is, but you decide the best course of action is to just be as agreeable as possible until the situation changes. So, forcing yourself to give them a lighthearted chuckle even as another shiver shakes your scantily clad body, you try to make your voice as positive as you can. “Hey guys, I don’t know what’s going on here, but if this is your idea of a joke, I don’t find it very funny. So why don’t you just untie me and we can all head back to town.”

“Oh, this is no joke—it’s a game. And you are the missing piece we were looking for,” the brunet says and your forced smile slowly fades. “What do you remember about tonight?”

Still willing to go along with them for now, you close your eyes and try to search through the cloud of fog and fear that is filling your mind. “I…I went to work like usual. Then you two came in an hour or two into my shift.” You nod at the brunet. “You were drinking whiskey, neat.” You nod towards the blond. “And you were having old fashioneds. You sat at the bar for a few hours talking to me in between customers. Yo-you mentioned you were waiting for a couple of friends to make it to town, but they never showed up. Then…” Your memories get fuzzier the later in the night you try to remember. “Then, you left after I announced last calls. You said…you said you’d be seeing me around…”

The two men exchange excited glances as the brunet nods. “You remember more than most….good. It’s more fun when they remember.”

The blond takes a few steps closer to you and reaches out to slowly drag his finger across your lips. “I wonder if you also remember the taste of my tongue in your mouth.”

You flinch away from his touch, diverting your eyes as you feel your stomach threatening to heave. Yes, you remember that too. Against all of your self-made rules and instincts, you had allowed yourself to be charmed by one of your soon-to-be-kidnappers towards the end of the night. 

He had bet you a kiss that he could hit the bulls-eye on the dartboard without looking and you had taken him up on his offer, never imagining he could actually do it. But when he threw the dart behind him, his eyes locked firmly with yours as he did so, and it hit the dead center of the board, he had taken his prize. More than that, you had allowed him to get to second base while he shoved his tongue down your throat. In the moment, you enjoyed it—a lot. In fact, you had even considered asking him to meet you out back once you closed down, but now even the slightest brush of his skin against yours makes you sick to your stomach.

As you cower into yourself, the blond’s grin grows even wider, his green eyes sparkling in the lantern light. “Fuck yeah, you do remember. I gotta admit, if you hadn’t downed that shot so quickly, I was going to try to postpone this whole thing once I got that taste of you. Fucking delicious. I can only imagine how sweet the rest of you must taste. Hopefully, I’ll get a chance to find out later tonight.”

The feeling of nausea rolling in your stomach intensifies and you can feel the bile burning the back of your throat. Swallowing it back down, you choke out, “The shot? What shot?”

“The other part of our bet. Remember?”

Thinking long and hard, you try to recall what else you had agreed to in your bet. When it suddenly comes to you, you gasp, “I agreed to one drink. You put something in it!”

“You made it so easy,” the brunet says, practically purring with delight. “Usually, I have to really struggle to find just the right moment to slip our little concoction in when the target isn’t looking, but you were so preoccupied with your makeout session, I could have injected it straight into your veins and I doubt you would have noticed. And you made it easier still by choosing Fireball. The flavor covers all traces of the drugs unlike vodka shots so I’m not surprised you didn’t have any clue what had happened. That is the point, after all.”

“To get me out here to play your game?” Both men nod. “What kind of game?”

“The rules are simple,” the brunet explains, the electric lights casting sinister shadows across his face as he stalks closer. “You run, we chase. If you make it out of the woods or stumble across anyone else to help you, you win and we disappear into the night, never to bother you again. But if one of us hunts you down before you escape, that person wins the game and their prize is the right to do whatever they want to you as long as they finish the job before sunrise.”

Their prize is the right to do whatever they want to you as long as they finish the job…. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” you spit, all attempts at fake pleasantness abandoned as you are hit by the reality of how epically fucked up this situation truly is. Both men seem slightly taken aback by your drastic shift in tone and you straighten up to your full height as you continue. “I am not a fucking toy for you to play with o-or a prize to be won. One of you will win the right to do whatever they want to me? I don’t give you that right and I’m the only one who has a say in that. You can’t do this!”

“I hate to break it to you, but we can and we have and we will again. This is our game, and we’ve never lost.” The brunet stalks forward until his chest is just a few inches from yours and he sneers down at you. “Do you really think we haven’t heard all this before? Please. We’ve been playing this game once a month for over a decade. ‘Oh, please let me go. I have kids who need me.’ ‘I’ll do anything you want, just don’t kill me!’ ‘If you let me go right now, I promise I won’t tell a soul what happened. No police, I swear.” His voice switches between various high-pitched mocking tones as he imitates their past victims and your heart aches for the hundred or so women who found themselves in this same situation over the years. 

Returning to his normal voice, the brunet leans over until you are enveloped by the visible cloud of his breath in the cold air. “No. The moment we chose you, your life was over. You belong to us now and we are the only ones who have a say in what happens to you now. And tonight…tonight we say you are a fox and we are the hounds who intend to chase you down and rip out that beautiful throat of yours. You are the prey and we are the predators; the hunted and the hunters. And the sooner you accept that the better this will be for all of us. Do you understand?”

You understand. You are about to die out here in the darkness of the trees, hunted down like an animal and subjected to God-only-knows-what horrors before you are finally murdered in cold blood. And while they are pretending to give you a way out, you have lost all feeling in your feet long ago, you can barely bend your fingers in the cold, and you are shivering so much you can barely see straight. In other words, you don’t stand a chance.

The brunet continues to look at you for an answer so you slowly nod your head. Satisfied, he straightens up and walks back over to the blond. 

But before either of them can say anything, you ask, “Why me?”

The brunet turns around. “What?”

“Why did you pick me?”

“Why not?” the blond grins. 

The brunet chuckles softly and shakes his head at his friend. However, he then decides to give you a real answer. “Well, first of all, you’re gorgeous which doesn’t necessarily affect the game but it’s a little of an added incentive to win the prize. Second of all, watching you dart around behind that bar all night, lifting boxes of alcohol, and holding your own against a few unruly customers made us think that you could hold your own out here, at least for a while, which makes things more interesting. And third of all, we could tell you have some fire in you. We like fire. That means you won’t just roll over and give up.”

“Yeah, we do not want a repeat of Des Moines,” the blond groans. “That chick just curled up in a ball crying and wouldn’t even leave the clearing. We finally had to just put her down. It ruined the whole trip.”

“But she’s not going to do that, are you, little fox?” the brunet purrs at you. “No, you’re gonna be one of our fighters. Like our girl outside of Austin. Oh…she was a wiley one.” He traces one finger over the scars littering his face and neck that were partially covered by his scruff. “Fought like a hellcat until the very end, scratching and biting and making sure to leave her mark. But I made her pay for each and every one of these. Just something for you to keep in mind once we start.”

“Oh, damn, I forgot about that.” The blond lets out an impressed whistle. “When I found you two, I didn’t even realize it was at first. I thought you had killed a coyote or a deer or something. And even once I knew, I could barely tell that mess used to be human. You were riding that high for weeks.” 

The two men begin talking over each other bringing up their favorite hunts in the past, each one more horrible than the last. Each story you hear adds a new fear of what might happen to you before the end of the night. However, it also adds fuel to the anger building in your belly. How these two men had been getting away with this for so long, after doing this to so many women, was incomprehensible. Surely someone must have noticed over a hundred women disappearing over the past decade and started to investigate. These two didn’t seem like criminal masterminds by any means, so how had they managed to avoid detection for so long?

As you continue to watch them go back and forth with tales of past hunts, you shake your head and softly murmur under your breath, “Who the hell are you two?”

The two men stop reminiscing and turn to face you. You hadn’t meant for them to hear your question, but apparently they had.

“Have we not introduced ourselves? Aw, where are our manners?” the brunet asks, taking a step closer to you. “You can call me ‘Rooster’ and that Casanova over there—” he jerks his head towards the blond “—is ‘Hangman’.”

“Rooster and Hangm– What the fuck kinds of names are those?” 

“Well, you see, our boy here—” Hangman comes over to wrap his arm around Rooster’s shoulder and slaps him on the chest “—he’s a crooner. Loves to crow when he catches his prey so everyone knows he won. He’s a bit of a showoff. And me…let’s just say my name’s a bit more self-explanatory.” 

With the hand not draped across Rooster’s shoulders, he shifts his arm so his jacket pulls back to reveal a length of rope ending in a noose tucked into his belt. “As much as I love a little foreplay with my knives, it can’t compare to watching someone gasping and struggling for air as they flail wildly three feet off the ground. Then seeing that moment when everything goes still and the light softly dims in their eyes?” He shivers with a small “whoo” of delight. “There’s nothing like it in the world. It’s even better than sex.”

Just when you think these two can’t get any worse, they somehow manage to top themselves. Your voice dripping with disgust, you ask, “Why are you telling me all of this?”

Hangman shrugs. “Because we are killing time until we can start the game and then, in an hour or two, it won’t matter that you know. Plus, it’s nice actually getting to share our accomplishments with someone else for once. That’s the worst downside to having an illegal hobby. You can’t tell anyone about it besides the few people who were there when it happened.”

Suddenly, Hangman’s pocket lights up and the muffled sounds of “Slow Ride” fill the air. Rooster glares at the sheepish blond as he pulls his phone out and glances at the screen. But any contrition he seems to have quickly evaporates and he answers the call as a wide grin splits across his face. 

“Hey, you almost here? We’ve got a real spitfire this time. It’s gonna be one hell of a competition.” Hangman listens for a moment then his face falls. “Damn. Yeah, no, I understand.” Glancing up at Rooster, he mouths ‘not gonna make it’ before turning his focus back to the phone.

With a heavy sigh, Rooster looks down at you. “Sorry, little fox. We weren’t lying before. We were supposed to be meeting some friends who wanted to play too. But it looks like it’ll just be the three of us after all.” 

That predatory gleam you had seen on his face when you first woke up returns as he leans in until his lips are practically brushing against the curve of your ear. In a soft whisper, he says, “But it wouldn’t have mattered. You’re mine, baby girl. I’ve known from the second I laid eyes on you in that bar that I had to have you. Hangman might get to you first and slice you up a little bit, but at the end of the night, it’s going to be me with my hands around your throat as the light leaves your eyes and you take your final, desperate gasp of air.” He leans back with a moan as his eyes flutter closed and his tongue runs across his lips. “Fuck…I’m so hard just thinking about it.”

You have never felt such deep, burning feelings of disgust or anger like you feel towards Rooster. But using that fire coursing through your veins to give you strength, you clasp your bound hands together and drive them into the side of Rooster’s head. Because his eyes are still closed as he revels in the idea of your murder, he never sees it coming. 

Your fists slam into his face and you feel the crunch of his nose behind your force. Both of you topple sideways to the ground but you instantly try to scramble to your feet before he comes to his senses. However, you struggle to use your tied hands to push yourself to your feet in the soft snow and just as you are starting to figure out how to stand, Rooster’s elbow drives into your right temple.

Collapsing like a ton of bricks, the soft snow cushions your fall. Darkness begins closing in until there is just a single circle of light swimming in the center of your vision. Waves and waves of pain are radiating throughout your body and a low moan flows from your lips. 

In that small dot of light, you see a blurry Rooster come into view. There is blood flowing from his nose and a hungry rage burning in his eyes. Leaning in close, he spits, “Be glad the game hasn’t started yet. Otherwise, I would be cutting off each of your fingers one by one before shoving them down your throat. But don’t think I’ll forget this once the hunt has begun.” 

Ignoring his threats, you press your aching temple deeper into the snow, using the cold powder as a sort of ice pack to ease the pain a little. It is the first time all night you are thankful for the freezing snow surrounding you. However, you can also feel it soaking into your tank top and underwear, and you know that being wet in this environment is just going to make things a hundred times worse. But seeing as there’s nothing you can do about it, you just try to focus on the slight relief the snow is providing your pounding head.

Distantly, you hear Hangman end his call and hesitantly approach where you lay. Rooster spits a wad of bloody saliva onto your cheek before rising and turning towards his friend. “What happened?”

“There was a big snowstorm just east of here and the roads are coated in ice. Even the truck can’t make it through for at least a few more hours. So it looks like it’ll just be us this time.”

“Just like the old days.”

“Just like the old days.” Hangman glances down at you. “Is there something I should know?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Rooster says as he wipes the blood from under his nose with the back of his hand. “She wanted to start the game early, but I made sure she’ll follow the rules from now on. Isn’t that right, little fox?” He nudges your side with the toe of his boot.

The pain throbbing in your head is still overwhelming despite the slight relief provided by the snow and your vision has yet to clear. However, you lift your head slightly and glare at the man towering over you. With all the viper you can muster, you hiss, “Fuck you.”

Rooster’s face splits into a cruel grin, made even more sinister by the blood still staining his face. “That’s my girl.” Then, turning to Hangman, he says, “Well, if they aren’t coming, I guess we can start. Get her up.”

Hangman walks over and hauls your limp body to a standing position. Though you are still unsteady on your feet, you manage to stay upright. Then to your surprise, Hangman pulls out one of his knives from earlier and cuts the rope binding your hands. Your arms ache from being held in the same position for so long and your wrists are rubbed raw from the rope burns, but it is still a relief to be free once more. You immediately shove your numb hands under your armpits in an attempt to get some feeling back to them, but you can already tell it won’t do much good. The rest of your body is too cold to provide much relief.

Grabbing your elbow, Hangman leads you over to where Rooster is standing next to a pile of supplies in the middle of the clearing. He positions you so you are standing facing Rooster and then he goes to stand next to his friend. 

Satisfied everything is set, Rooster says, “It’s time for the game to begin. You have a five-minute head start to get as far away from here as you can. Once your time is up, we start the hunt. The only rules are what I said before: If you find help or civilization before we catch you, then you go free. If one of us finds you before then, the game is over and the winner gets to claim his prize. And your time starts now.” He presses a button on his watch and you hear a soft beep. 

Five minutes. That’s potentially all the time you have left in this world. You know you should take off and try to put as much distance between yourself and this place as you can, but if these are your last moments of life, you are going to give these two psychos a piece of your mind before you go.

“You two are so pathetic,” you snarl. “You see yourselves as these great hunters and killers but you’re shooting fish in a barrel and then boasting about your prize. You drug these girls, strip them down, send them off without a way of even trying to protect themselves, and then brag you are mighty warriors when your victims can’t even put up much of a fight. And the only reason you don’t give anyone a real chance is because you know you might actually lose.”

Hangman nervously glances at Rooster as he shifts uncomfortably. Your words have had their intended effect as doubt settles in on him. However, Rooster doesn’t seem the least bit phased. Instead, he smirks at you as his eyes narrow.

“Nice try, but we’re not falling for it. Now, get going while there’s still time on the clock. We want a challenging game but don’t think for one second we won’t kill you right here if you haven’t moved when the timer goes off. We’ve done it before.”

“At least give me my jacket or shoes or pants or something! I’m gonna get frostbite or hypothermia before either of you can catch me, and then where does that leave your game?”

“What did I just tell you? We’re. Not. Falling. For. It,” Rooster growls.

“I don’t know, maybe she’s right.” Rooster turns his glare to Hangman who shrinks back but continues speaking. “I mean, we’ve never done this in the snow or the cold so we might need to adjust slightly. Plus, her lips are already starting to turn blue and she’s shivering really hard. I don’t want this to turn into another environmental death like last time when the girl fell off the cliff or that time in Reno where the girl got bit by the rattlesnake. If she’s gonna die, one of us should get to be the one who does it, not the cold.”

Rooster sighs as he considers this, his hand scrubbing across the short scruff along his jaw. He turns back to stare at the truck for a long time before he finally nods. “Fine. She can have her jacket back. But that’s all.”

Relief floods through you at the thought of any kind of warmth, but your smile fades as Hangman jogs over to the truck and pulls your jacket out of the back seat. You had forgotten which one you wore to work today. 

While it did have the added benefit of being one of the warmer jackets you owned—a thick hooded jacket with fuzzy sherpa lining that falls to the top of your knees and has several pockets to warm your hands in—it was also a light burnt-orange color that will stand out like a beacon amongst both the pure white snow and darkness of the night. Rooster smirks at you and you have a feeling that he didn’t forget about the color. The olive branch he had extended was in fact covered in thorns.

Yet, as soon as Hangman tosses you the jacket, you quickly pull it on, zip it up, flip the hood up over your head, and jam your fists into your pockets. You are still completely bare from your knees down, but at least the coverage from the snow and the warmth you can already feel melting the chill in your upper half is a vast improvement. You just wish you had been given your boots back as well. Your feet have been completely numb from almost the minute they sunk into the deep snow, and the idea of trying to run miles and miles like this terrifies you. 

But what choice do you have?

Glancing at his watch, Rooster says, “You now have…three minutes forty-eight seconds. Time is ticking.”

There’s no point in wasting any more of the time you have left, so you pick a direction and start walking towards the wall of trees at the edge of the clearing. 

When you pass him, Hangman winks at you, runs his tongue over his lips, and whispers, “I’ll be seeing you real soon.” 

At this point, you aren’t really sure which man you are more frightened of tracking you down. But then your mind flashes back to the pure pleasure on Rooster’s face as he talked about watching the light leave your eyes, and you know who you would rather have find you.

As soon as you leave the clearing, you take off into the dark woods as fast as your frozen feet will allow.

Part 3 coming soon!

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Person Who Has Never Watched the Reboot Decides to Liveblog Alien-X-Tinction

First scene and I already hate Max's voice. #NotMyGrandpa

idk what alternate universe this is yet, but I like 1) that Ben is sad :), and 2) that his Omnitrix looks like that??? It really sells the idea of a prototype 🥺

"resistance will only beget pain" — villain who is smart enough to know that Ben doesn't know what "beget" means

"you always try to interrupt" okay, ouch, I actually love that angst (I already know who the Alien X is and what he's been doing to alternate Bens (I'm only watching this because the Wiki page for the special was interesting to me), so this is lovely :3) Max always tries to save his grandson and he never succeeds </3

Side note: evil Celestialsapien is a cool idea, and I like that this one is taking a "hands on" approach. It's about the thrill of the hunt :) And loving making people suffer

"oh, no, not again" LMAO, the dimension-hopping Max sounds soooo mildly inconvenienced

WAIT, DID THE ALIEN X RIP OFF BEN'S ARM??? I can't tell what happened here?? Fuckin' kid's show censors 😭

Max's face when Ben hugs his grandpa…… I love suffering 🥺

"you'd think I'd be used to it all by now" coming from a man who lost his grandkids and tortures himself by watching it happen again and again in other timelines hurts so good 😭 😭 I also love that they let Max cry about it. It's a small thing and it only lasts a second, but in the Classic continuity, Ben only cried on screen TWICE, both when he was 10. Letting an aged man hurt like this without making a joke about it is good to see <3

Back in the Real Timeline, I guess, lmao. I love that Gwen is tied up and just looks so bored with the whole affair

GWEN'S VOICE?? #NOTMYGWEN (I like that Zombozo is voiced by Drakken, tho)

Hm. I kinda like this angle with Ben's frustration. He feels like he's not living up to his full potential as a hero because he always has Gwen and Max helping him. It's different from when Ben would get cocky in the OG, and I think it's an interesting point, too :p This blatantly isn't about being a hero, it's about the thrill, which is something that ten-year-old Ben consistently struggled with

Still hate reboot Heatblast, but whatever

I definitely don't like how the fights are animated? It feels... slow. And I get part of that is to build up suspense/show of Alien X's abilities, since this show is aimed at a younger audience who wouldn't be familiar with the Classic continuity, but still :/ I don't like the flat camera angles and the hits don't have a lot of weight to them

Love that Alien X is killing off Ben's, though — something Eon was always too pussy to do

I hate this art style, but I appreciate that the writers are trying

I love villains who are obsessed with Ben Killing him, hunting him down, whatever. Watching villains shove aside whatever or whoever gets in their way to pursue Ben with single-minded fervor always hits good.

This fight between Ben and Alien X, up until he loses the Omnitrix, is probably my favorite fight in the special. Alien X was at his coolest and Ben really gave it his all, no matter how badly he got beat in return.

"there's no omniversal road-side service that drops out of thin air" — man who has forgotten that this is Ben he's talking about

BRO, THEY'RE PLAYING THE ALIEN FORCE THEME SONG WHEN OLDER BEN STEPS OUT OF THE PORTAL 😭 Okay, even though AF had kind of a lame opening, I'll admit: that was pretty hype

Holy shit, wait, the reboot has been going on for five seasons and this Max STILL hasn't told his grandkids about the Plumbers??? I hate him, worst grandpa

LMAO, Maximillian calling Ben a stubborn brat <3 AF Ben looking away in embarrassment because he knows it's true (he literally JUST tried to walk off and go it alone for?? no reason, literally), I love them. They're a family in every dimension

I think it's cute that Gwen already likes teenage Ben <3

Alien X: "You're in the wrong dimension." Ben, who's relaxing nonchalantly waiting for his plan to pay off: "Is that why my keys don't work?"

I MISSED AF BEN SO MUCH, HE'S SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN 😭 HE LITERALLY TRANSFORMED JUST TO GET UP THERE AND HAVE A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE

AF BIG CHILL DESIGN + VOICE, MY BELOVED!!! They even kept Ben shouting out his transformation's names, nreulgneklge. That's some attention to detail that almost makes me forgive the art style <3 (almost)

"little me," omg, he's such a fuckin' dork

I love that when Bens get together, they literally just love each other, it's so so sweet <3

"I should rethink my prior mercy." "Your generosity will not go unappreciated… or unpunished." ngl, this guy is a sick villain

Okay, this made me love him. And Gwen's faith in him is sooo <3 Truly the best cousin of all time

"Are you okay?" "Better now that you're back, cuz." Ben and Gwen are so fucking cute in the reboot, I love them 😭 🥺

I love that Gwen 10 goes, "And, yes, we're [Gwens are] better" and then fucking picks Ripjaws for a fight in a rocky desert, sfbrygbrku. She's such a dumbass I do love her Ripjaws design, tho!! Love that they avoided the Omniverse problem of making the female aliens excessively feminized. ALSO OG HEATBLAST, MY LOVE

OV Ben ruffling younger Ben's hair 🥺🥺

AHAHA, OG Ben immediately assuming that this Gwen is also a magic user, pfft. Even in a dimension where they don't get along as well, he's got so much faith in his cousin <3

Gwen's little watch tech is like her UAF powers!!

Of course OG Ben would get pissy about someone picking the same alien as him 😭 He's so chronically ten years old

"But I'm not your Ben." "You're all my Ben." Okay, maybe this Max is actually the best one 😭 🥺

Jeez, that tragic backstory was pretty fucking brutal. Vilgax straight-up just vaporized Gwen and Max. I love the idea of an evil Ben who's lost everything, though. His Max and Gwen are dead, what more can they take away from him? Eon could never

LMAO, MAX JUST FORCIBLY ADOPTING EVIL BEN AT THE END. Ben is so unenthused, he's gonna get loved whether he wants to or not!!

Okay, just finished it. Final thoughts? It was really cute. Is it good enough to get me to watch the rest of the reboot? No. It's definitely not as hype as some of UAF/OV's high points, probably in part because I still can't get into the art style and also because the fight scenes just aren't as good.

It had pretty good pacing! I was surprised by that, I thought 45 minutes was gonna be too short, but it ended up feeling right. (Also, I'm upset to say that Max's voice grew on me. Gwen is on thin ice.)

You can tell that this was made with a lot of love, both for the characters and for Ben 10 as a whole. It really does feel like a love letter to the fandom, and for that, it was a good watch :)

Final score: 7/10, not NEARLY as bad as I was expecting, worth a rewatch <3

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Here's a conversation y'all aren't ready to have:

Two out of the four ass beatings Steve got throughout the show were either deserved or he had It coming

The first one was when Jonathan kicked his ass

Now, I feel like a lot of y'all seem to Ignore the fact that Steve used to be homophobic because bro literally called Jonathan's supposedly dead little brother slurs and was just talking shit and being an ass In general. He kept poking the damn bear by provoking Jonathan, almost as If he thought Jonathan wouldn't fight back and was surprised when he ended up doing so and then he ended up getting his ass beat. This one was DEFINITELY deserved In my eyes

And the second time was when Billy kicked his ass

Now, first and foremost, I love Billy AND Harringrove on this blog, so all of y'all antis can go on and GET. Y'all are gone? Good. Now, I've talked about this a couple of times before already, so I'm definitely gonna repeat myself: Steve had this whole ass beating coming. To start, Billy didn't know shit about the Upside Down or any of the monsters until he got possessed In Season 3. But his little sister basically goes missing all day and If he doesn't bring her back home, he's gonna get the shit kicked out of him. He finds her Inside of a stranger's home with a bunch of other boys her age, one of which he told her to stay away from after he had seen him make her upset TWICE, alongside another boy who's WAY older than her. So, to him, this looks sketchy as fuck and I don't blame him. AND THEN Steve decides to Insult him only AFTER lying to him about Max not being there when Billy could already very clearly see Max poking her head out of the window with those other boys. Granted, should Billy have gone after Lucas like that? No. Could he have reacted better? Yes. But this whole thing wouldn't have happened If Steve hadn't been cocky and lied about Max's whereabouts

But again, y'all aren't ready for that conversation

And as for the Interrogation by the Russians In S3 and the demobat attack In S4? He didn't deserve those, obviously, lol

[bl4cktourmaline]

❧ decorating cupakes w/ Tsukasa!

Mango *ੈ✩‧₊˚ AKA MODTSUKASA HERE :33 ☆

This is my first writing thingy on here so enjoy please! I apologize for the shortness^^

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☆ Prompt  // Decorating Cupcakes !^

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Tsukasa baked cupcakes but Nene had to bail at the last minute, so he called his friend! (Gender Neutral reader; written platonic but can be seen as romantic)

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You’re walking peacefully in the neighborhood, humming a small tune under your breath. You were currently walking to your friend's house, Tsukasa.

He’d given you a call around 15 minutes ago about how he needed help decorating some cupcakes for an event or something like that. That’s what you got from him and his short spew on call.

You walk up to his door, but before you could even attempt to knock, the door flew open, showing off the happy go lucky spirit, Tsukasa. "Here you are my wonderful assistant! Just on time too!”

You wave with a smile. “You asked me too, so I couldn’t leave you hanging.” 

“Thank you!” He nodded with contentment and waved you inside, closing the door after you entered. “I baked strawberry cupcakes, but Nene had to cancel for a last-minute event!” He sighed with disappointment but it was quickly changed to excitement. “Welcome to the original start of my dazzling career!”

“I'm glad I have the privilege of being in such estate.” You hum with bliss, following Tsukasa to the kitchen.

You pause in the doorway, feeling an intense dread for the project. The first thing seen was what seemed to be over 100 cupcakes on the kitchen island?! ‘No wonder why Nene bailed!’

“It seems a lot my remarkable assistant! But if you help me- a future and bright star- you can take some home of these delicious cupcakes once we finish the mission!” He grins as he runs to the fridge to grab the icing. It seemed to be pre-bagged white frosting… He must have done it last night or something. 

He passed you a few and you set up on the island. “As long as I get some cupcakes at the end, sure.” You look back at the cupcakes with a newfound determination.

Tsukasa grinned brightly as he cut the tip of the icing bag with scissors. “Let’s get icing then!”

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Wrist cramping, you fell into a chair and sighed loudly. “My wrist hurts now.”

“You only did 20! I was even able to get more done!”

“20 is a lot of cupcakes!” Your eyes dart your attention to Tsukasa’s pile of cupcakes, all perfectly made with a bit of sprinkle on top. “How are yours so pretty?!”

He shrugged as he bit his lip, frosting another cupcake. “I used to make gleaming cupcakes with my mom in the past when she was free.”

You hummed softly, showing signs that you were listening to the blonde. 

“I can't recall doing it much though, maybe twice in total. I was always practicing my singing so it would became as amazing as it is today!” He said with pride, his eyes looking up, full of deterination.

“Well,” You grinned, standing up again, and grabbing another cupcake and the icing. “I’m so ready to beat you and make more.”

“I already have the head-start.” He said with a huge smile, already frosting more as he spoke.

You playfully stick your tongue out at him and begin icing cupcakes.

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You sighed as you plopped back onto the seat, wiping your bangs back with your wrist slightly covered in frosting. “Finally! We finished!”

“And I won!” He loudly exclaimed, placing the icing bag on the table. 

A playful annoyed look slowly crept onto your face but faded quickly. “That's because you had a big advantage.”

Tsukasa smiled but sighed and sat down too on a nearby chair. “That wasn’t that bad though. A star must always be ready for future changes in schedule or difficulties!” Tsukasa said with his hand over his chest in a cocky, yet sweet way.

You smiled at his charisma and nodded. “Yeah!”

Tsukasa looked at the cupcakes closely before settling on one. He grabbed a cute-looking cupcake with pink, crystal sprinkles and passed it to you. “Here! My gift of gratitude from me to you!”

You took it without hesitation- craving this moment since he told you you could eat a few at the end.

You felt a sweetness in the cupcake, the icing overpowering the strawberry-flavored batter, but it still left a small hint of strawberry. “What did you put in the icing?” You asked as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Sugar, vanilla… The basics. Does it taste funny?” He asked with a tone of dread.

“No no!” You say while waving your hand. “Quite the opposite actually. It tastes so good! Who knew you were such a good baker?”

“HA! As I say! A star is a star at everything! Acting isn't the only thing I’m good at!” 

You snort at him, turning away as he looks at you. “And I’m so funny too!”

“You wish!”

[junglxqueen]

The Verstappen Devil [01]

A/N: This is a trial for an idea that I had in mind for a somewhat fic I have in mind. Please let me know your thoughts on it.

What is it about? Y/N is a F1 driver with a very complicated family history and a need to prove her worth to anyone willing to listen. This is how the Verstappen Devil was born (for the media)

The news

When I first heard the news I was already in bed. Lights were out, we said our goodbyes, and I was tucked in. Then I heard a scream and footsteps running towards my room.

“Y/N! Y/N!” My door flew open and I sat on the bed startled. “You did it!” Seb said as soon as he reached the room and jumped to the bed. “You did it! Wiver, you are in!” 

I looked at him confused and before I asked a question, he grabbed both sides of my face and looked straight in my eyes, the excitement shining in his eyes. “Welcome to Aston Martin Y/N Vettel” 

Safe to say that that night I didn’t go to sleep early. We jumped, we screamed, we laughed and celebrated till sunrise the beginning of what I considered the most important chapter in my life.

How it all started (for the media)

Oh I was nervous, dang right I was nervous. Have I been racing my whole life? Yes.  I knew what I was doing like the palm of my hand and not to be cocky but I was great at it. But this… this felt different, as If I was walking on unknown lands, this was freaking Formula 1. My whole life I dreamed about this, I worked my butt off to be able to be here, I cried, I bleed, I prayed, I put my all, and finally, my moment arrived, I was a Formula 1 driver.

I walked into the garage with all the confidence that I could gatter, greeted everyone with a smile and went straight to get ready for today’s race day. Some engineers came to me as I was checking the car to talk about the modifications that they’ve made to it.

 I was paying attention and commenting from time to time until I saw Max Verstappen walking past the garage. My eyes flew to his and he slowed his pace when he saw me. Blue meeting blue. He seemed surprised.

Why? You definitely knew that I was going to be here, how could you not know?  How do you dare to act surprised?

    I tried not to show my emotions but I was never good at hiding them so when I saw the pain on his face I knew that I failed miserably and that he saw the hatred that burned in my heart.

    I looked back at the engineers feeling somehow guilty as he sped past the garage but I wasn’t able to focus anymore. The feeling shook off when my mind went down a spiral of thoughts and memories that made the anger resurrect and made me want to get into the car as soon as possible and beat his arrogant butt in the most humiliating possible way.

As I got into the car, all the nervousness that I felt  disappeared leaving in its place eagerness, confidence, anger and decisiveness to leave Max’s butt eating my smoke. I could feel Seb’s eyes fixated on me, when I looked back at him his eyes bathed in worry. I nod towards him touching my heart and he repeats the action, nods towards me touching his heart. The message is clear: “Take care of your heart”.

 I count to ten, trying to get the Verstappen genes on its place as we get on our places. But when the race starts and I’m fighting Max’s car I see red and I could care less about my heart nor my life. 

 I take the car to its maximum capacity as I fight with blood and teeth to pass him and defend my position, not letting him get past me. Did I almost crash against him like twice? Yes. Did I almost crash against the wall twice? Also yes. Did he crash against my rear trying to get past me and got a puncture in his tire getting a DNF and me in 7th place? Heck yes, He did.

  So as I received half praises, half yelling from Seb for being reckless and imprudent and the team celebrating my first points. I couldn’t help but sustain Max’s deathly glare with a victorious grin.   That’s how (to my dislike and against all my protests and clarification on the name) from my first race I gained myself the title of “The Verstappen devil”.

[cashandprizes]

Wip Wednesday

First things first - it's still Wednesday in some parts of the world. Second I was tagged by my beloved @autisticempathydaemon who has baited me with a tag game into sharing my nonsense once again.

Well folks. We're back with stripper!Gavin and Lasko, despite the fact that Gavin is BODYING me and WILL NOT whisper his secrets to me. His voice eludes me, but man can I spin this guy around a pole as revenge. The gist is Gavin works as a stripper at an empowered strip club (get your bag and your meal girl) as one of the most popular dancers because he's a demon and the rest of the DAMN crew go out for a fun night.

Also Lasko and FL are dating currently and Lasko/Gavin/FL is endgame, even though the fic is Lasko-centric (for now????)

Honestly these club names have hands too, if you have ideas for stage names or the club's name I am open. Please help me.

Recommended listening is of course, Money by Cardi B, because this is slowly becoming more and more like a song fic.

Anyway, while this is technically not explicit, it's probably nsfw so my usual content warnings apply here. Minors do not interact, canon-typical anxiety for Lasko, warnings for language from Miss Cardio Bascular, they're in a literal strip club

Get a little cash,

“It’s just, you know, very, um, impressive?” Lasko stutters, quickly lifting his drink to his mouth and taking several sips. “The… work they do, you know!” Lasko averts his eyes, looking away from his friend and inadvertently ending up watching the stage again. The dancer flashes his teeth in a cocky smile as he leans against the pole and drops into a squat, drawing his hands up his thighs from his knees to grab his own butt and give it a firm smack. Lasko swallows hard and fidgets with his collar absentmindedly as he intently eyes every pop of the dancer’s ass to the heavy beat pounding through the speakers.

“Damn, look at this guy go!” Freelancer cheers, leaning into Lasko’s space to watch from his shoulder. “Man, his ass is iconic,” Freelancer mutters, resting an arm on Lasko’s shoulder to sip their drink. Lasko feels himself cringe at the vulgar words despite agreeing with them, instinctively looking around for reproachful stares and finding none. 

“That poor thong,” Damien jokes from behind them, “it’s getting eaten alive in there.” Freelancer laughs hard, shaking Lasko as they rest their weight heavily against his side.

Shake it real fast and get a little more,

“‘Poor thong’? That’s probably the best seat in the house for the show Dames,” Huxley adds while the dancer spins inverted on the pole with his legs open in a split. Freelancer makes a noise of agreement from Lasko’s side and snuggles closer. “I wonder what kind of training you gotta do to do all those flips. I bet their strength training is so insane bro.”

Lasko only distantly processes the conversation, occupied with ogling the way the light catches the dips and valleys of muscles in the dancer’s thighs as he rolls his body off the pole to the rhythm. “You say that like your strength training isn’t absolutely absurd, Hux. You can probably bench twice your weight or some ridiculous amount,” Damien retorts, words quick but his tone playful and flirtatious. No doubt behind him Damien is reaching out to squeeze Huxley’s arm just to make him flex, but Lasko can’t tear his eyes from the jiggling and rippling muscles on stage slowly chipping at his sanity.

I got bands in the coupe, 

“Ugh, there those two go,” Freelancer whisper-yells, the eye roll audible in their tone. “Let’s ditch these saps and get closer to the stage, huh?” Before Lasko can attempt to respond, Freelancer is dragging them through the crowd with a firm hand on his wrist, tugging him between densely packed bodies.The busy area around the bar gives way to the open space around the stage where the current dancer is running hands across his chest and throat with obscenely spread legs.

Despite the fact that Freelancer has probably only dragged Lasko closer to the stage to watch him fluster, he can’t help but be grateful for the better view of the vision of sin writhing on the stage. Like this, he doesn’t have to keep moving to try and see the stage around people crowding the bar, leaving him open to focus all his energy on keeping his mouth closed and basically eye-fucking the captivating dancer. The dancer uses the pole to gracefully stand before jumping onto the pole and quickly scaling it as if movement is effortless. He curves his back across the pole and frees one hand to grab one heel, stretching one long leg up and back to display toned, hairless thighs and the skimpy leather underwear that hardly covers anything. 

Lasko recognizes the song coming to a close and finds himself surprised at his own disappointment as the dancer climbs the pole. The final seconds of the song blast through the speakers and the dancer does a series of complicated movements that end in his legs hugging the pole as he bends backward with a deep arch in his spine. Perfectly timed with the last note, the dancer’s eyes sweep up from the people tossing money in front of him, up and across the room until he locks eyes with Lasko and gives a licentious wink. Freelancer looks over with wide eyes when Lasko sags into their side as if a puppet with cut strings, but Lasko is too busy feeling faint to apologize.

Touch me I'll shoot

There’s no mistaking that the dancer made eye contact with him, Lasko thinks, watching as the dancer gracefully slides down the pole and collects the heap of tips at the base of the stage. “Give it up for [insert Gavin’s stripper name idk it yet] once again! Next up to the pole, did someone call for delivery because he’s got an extra large sausage… pizza! Make some noise for your favorite pizza guy, [insert Guy’s stripper name gdi]!” The dancer struts off stage, stuffing bills into his strappy outfit as a new dancer saunters onto the stage from the other side in a costume that looks like a cross between a Hooter’s uniform and a slutty maid costume.