#WHAT DO U MEAN . LIKE IK ROUGHLY WHAT SHE MEANT BUT LIKE WHAT WAS THE RIGHT ANSWER

[oatbugs]

i am actually terrified xoxo

[ri-ahhh]

can u just give me mushy gushy shit with grayson like ethan has a girl over so the two of you decide to go out for a burger date and a walk at night? idk something like that pls 👉🏻👈🏻

A/N: I couldn’t even tell you how long this has been sitting in my drafts but I was looking through trying to find something to finish bc I was in the mood to write but not from scratch and found this lol. It was about halfway done and I have no idea where I was going with it but this is what it turned into as of today. Idek if there’s even anyone around here anymore to read this but whatever haha here it is.

You don’t usually mind being single. Even when your best friend/roommate Stella started seeing her boyfriend Charlie seriously, it didn’t give you any longing for a relationship of your own.

But there are some nights where you feel down and you just can’t handle it. The scenes of casual intimacy as soon as you get home and see them together — the vase of flowers on the kitchen island he must have brought over; the playful bickering across the room.

The incessant, unrelenting sound of a marathon session going on through the shared wall of your and Stella’s bedrooms.

You groan and turn the volume up on your AirPods, going straight to your messages next.

Wyd?

{G} 👀

Don’t be weird.

Pretty sure Stella and Charlie are trying to put a hole in the wall w her headboard and I can’t take it anymore.

Your roommate chooses that moment to let out a particularly enthusiastic “fuck!” If she weren’t your best friend, you might have given in to the urge to bang on the wall, but your phone lights up with Grayson’s reply anyway.

{G} E too.

{G} I mean like I can’t hear him but ik what’s going down in there

{G} I’d offer to pick u up but sounds like u need to get outta there lol. Meet me here?

You like the message and slip on some shoes, making sure to slam your bedroom door closed on your way out, as if it would make them pause even one thrust.

In the year that you’ve known him, Grayson Dolan has become one of your closest friends. The kind where you met as acquaintances, never talked much, but then you reconnected randomly and the conversation never stopped from there on. You talk about anything and everything, but recently you’ve bonded even more about being a perpetual third wheel. You knew he’d understand and not pass judgement on you in times like this, so it had been a no-brainer to text him as an escape from tonight.

He buzzes you into the gate when you get to his house, and he tells you over another text to go ahead and hop in the Porsche before he even gets outside. It makes you smile; night drives are your favorite, and while the Tesla is a vibe in its own right, there’s just something calming about someone (your attractive friend, no less) tangibly driving you around. It’s exactly what you need right now, no matter what destination he has in mind.

When he slides into the driver’s side not even a minute later, you’re almost overwhelmed by him. Looking far too good in your eyes for how casual he’s dressed in a well-fitting T-shirt and some grey sweats. Hair slightly damp from a recent shower.

He greets you with a grin and leans over the console to kiss your cheek, and you can smell the combination of his shampoo and a bit of cologne. You always appreciated that he doesn’t overdo the fragrance, and if possible it makes him even more intoxicating at times.

“Hey,” he says simply, sitting back in his seat and fastening the seatbelt.

“Hey.” You smile and watch him with a silent but fairly obvious appreciation as he reaches a hand to rest on the back of your seat, twisting the bit he needs to look out the back windshield. The Porsche has a backup camera, obviously, but he’s a cautious driver to a fault and insists he doesn’t fully trust them.

Grayson gets the car facing enough of the right direction to throw it in drive and exit down the long driveway. You shake your head and settle back, kicking off your shoes with a sigh and tucking your feet onto the seat beneath you.

“One day, we’ll be the ones making them leave the house,” he jokes, stopping for the gate to open.

You know it’s implied that he’s referring to the two of you with separate people, but you can’t help but consider the option that the two of you could make that happen together.

“I know for a fact you have a booty call list a mile long, Dolan,” you say with a raised brow. Despite the fleeting thought, keeping things lighthearted and platonic is much easier to deal with in reality. “You could have called one of them and done just that.”

He scoffs and pretends like you’ve just hurt him deeply, slapping a hand to his burly chest to clutch at his heart. “Excuse me, it is not a mile long.” He glances over at you with a held-back smirk. “A couple hundred yards, tops.”

You throw your head back with a loud cackle, looking out the window now as he turns onto the main road. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Damn, that’s a big word.” He likes to tease you about your extended vocabulary.

“Hopeless,” you elaborate, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.

“Is that what that word means, or are you making fun of my high school dropout vocab?”

“Both.”

You let your head roll back against the headrest, turning to watch him, knees swayed to the side a bit. His form isn’t hidden in the dark at all, features lit up by the dash in front of him and the streetlights you’re passing by outside.

“Why didn’t you, then? Call one of them?”

Grayson shrugs. “Just didn’t really feel like spending time with people tonight.”

You’re silent for a moment and consider his answer. “Why did you agree to hang out, then? You didn’t have to.”

His eyes never leave the road, but you see the veins in his hand gripping the steering wheel bulge out for a moment as he squeezes it tightly.

“I guess I meant I didn’t want to spend time with people I don’t really care about.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it off with a sarcastic tone. “Aw, you care about me?”

“Of course I do,” he replies easily. “I’m not sure why, though. You’re so fuckin sassy sometimes.”

“You love it.”

The car rolls to a stop at a red light. Grayson’s hand slides from where it’s lightly gripping the gear shift, to yours, which is picking at a loose string on your leggings.

Your easy smile at the comfortable banter between you and Grayson falters some in surprise, but you let him turn your palm over and trace the lines of your hand softly. Both of your gazes are fixated on the way he tickles your skin when he says, “Yeah. I do.”

Your eyes shoot up, just in time to meet his. He looks at you with a weird mixture heat and vulnerability, and there’s a thick moment of silence, no longer than the single beat of your heart that you can hear thudding loud and clear in your ears, when suddenly the car behind you lays on the horn.

Both of you startle, and Grayson’s attention returns to the road ahead. He steps on the gas and takes his hand away, carding it through his hair roughly as you sink back into your seat with a disbelieving scoff.

“Oh my God, dude, you can’t just do that to me,” you blurt out, your heart in your stomach and your brain even lower. A helpless giggle escapes you, and you tug on your own locks. “Shit...”

“What?” he asks defensively, but you hear the tiny bit of the grin he’s wearing in his voice.

You turn your head to deadpan him, eyes wide. “You can’t just... imply something like that and give me sex eyes and not think you did something to me! Are you crazy?”

He gives a one-shouldered shrug with the arm resting on top of the steering wheel again. “Maybe. You’re proving my ‘sassy’ point all over again.”

“Oh my — don’t fuck with my head, Gray.”

“Hey.” His voice is deeper, more serious as the car comes to another stop. You’re only just now realizing you’ve reached the burger joint, and that the late hour made finding parking a nonexistent problem. He puts the car in park and unbuckles his seatbelt before doing the same to yours. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to fuck with your head, I promise. I just... didn’t want it to seem like I was coming on too strong too suddenly. I, uh, have a history of doing that.”

You stare at him, processing everything. “I know.”

He chuckles dryly. “Yeah, I know you do.”

There’s more silence. That heavy kind that happened right after his little impromptu confession.

“You know,” you finally speak up, finding your voice after mulling over your words, “I kinda love that you’re a douche.”

He looks a little taken aback, until understanding dawns on him, and his eyes light up in a way that has you smiling instantly with him. “Really?”

You nod. “Call me crazy.”

Grayson shifts closer in his seat, his pink tongue darting out to lick those plump lips. You mirror him, and this time you take the initiative to reach out for his hand. It’s warm and strong, just like the rest of him.

Like earlier, you watch your hands lightly caressing each other as you speak. “And I love that you come on strong. And that you put your heart out there.” You interlace your fingers, immediately in love with the contrast of his huge ones between your slim ones. “Makes things way easier for me.”

He grins wide. “There’s that sass again.”

You bite your lip through your smirk and tug him close to you with your clasped hands, your free one reaching behind his neck to drag his lips to yours. “Mm. Better shut me up, then.”

[grantzarrr]

Just a thing g.d

summary: Y/n and Grayson don’t like labels but they fuck around with each other and feelings are definitely there, but what happens when they are revealed?

warnings: poorly written smut :)

tags: @fangdolan @gothlydolan @onlyyyarii (idk why it didn’t work :(( )

There she is, in her sexiest piece of lingerie that she could find. What was she doing? Well, she was taking mirror pictures for her boyfriend—fuck buddy—? To everyone besides them, they were seemed to just be dating but Y/n and Grayson just didn’t want to put a label on it yet. They never claimed each other but would always deny that they were fuck buddies, they just wanted to enjoy each other without having to feel like there was a need to call- what they have- something. Just taking it slow.

But while she was setting that up, Grayson was in the middle of filming for his podcast with Ethan and Ryan and she knew far and well what he was doing. She knew exactly what time it was, she knew that if Grayson’s phone ‘blew up’ a few times, everyone would be on his case ready to ask questions. And that's exactly how she wanted and what she wanted.

“So gray, are you still trying to figure your love life out or—like what’s going on there?” Ryan asked, being very keen on his relationship.

“Uh, ry you mean fuck partner?” Ethan teased knowing where to push him.

“Oh fuck off e, we’re not fuck partners nor in a relationship—just enjoying each other for a bit.”

Then he felt it, his phone buzzing notifying him that he received a message, he only glanced though, roughly seeing your name and turning his phone back over. But then, that notification went off again back to back. That right there caused some heads to turn as Grayson saw it was you again and going to see what’s up this time. And oh- was he surprised, there you were sitting on your knees in some lingerie, giving him that little smirk he would love to fuck outta you. He noticed the first little remark of 4 that you sent, that one just stuck out more it seemed like you were talking as if you had known what exactly he was doing.

here’s something to talk about on ur little podcast. p.s ik u wanna tell them were together so go on ;)

And that fucked Grayson up, as much as he wanted to fucking call you his just for you to say that did something— but he couldn’t be quite sure. But as he continued staring he started to shift in his seat a little, only staring at your tits in that, looking so perfect for him. Only him. All he wanted to do was to cover them in hickies. Oh, how bad he wanted to flip you over your vanity and force you to watch him through the mirror as he pounded into you miraculously. Then to place you on your knees and shove his dick down your throat until he saw the tears himself.

“Yo gray? seems as if someone got you a little tensed there? You’re shifting bro..” Ethan chuckled, he knew it was you asking to get dicked down or something. He just wanted to fuck with his brother and see how long it would take here. “Oh no, it’s nobody.” He blurted out quickly but he knew for this to stop he had to respond, to at least say something so he did it swiftly as possible.

Y/n you better fucking stop or I swear you won’t even have free hands to type.

He was pissed, aggravated he was so mad that you were getting away with that, and he couldn’t do shit. He had to sit there and film his podcast for about an hour and he just fucking knew you wouldn’t let this go, not even for a second. And he thought everyone forgot until Ethan brought it back up and he had to say at least something they wanted to hear now.

“Is that uh is that your girlfriend? Hm? Is she asking for you to come over again?” Ethan lightheartedly joked but still, he was so determined to get Grayson to boil and steam over like he did every time just on camera. “Jesus e, would you let it go already.” Grayson gritted being so easily tempted to just end the podcast, it's been at least 58 minutes he can firmly say.

“Oh no go ahead, I would like to hear about this so to be fuck buddy, what is it only on Fridays? like a club? because I would love to be invited” Ryan joined in with Ethan on the little joke but he seriously wanted to know about this just in the goofy little way to make of it. But just as Grayson was about to answer, another one of a more scandalous photo sent. This photo made its way to his number one spot on the “Private Folder” of his. Grayson felt like he was gonna explode but the explosive was straight at his dick and his face went beat red. Not of embarrassment but because holy shit— look at you.

It was you legs spread and the camera hovering just where to leave the imagination running wild but still enough to tell you were wet, even if he has already seen it all. It still fucked him up in ways he couldn’t even began to fonder over. And it was just enough for him to say enough of that teasing.

“Yo, um, I gotta go- but finish the pod ok? Alright, I’ll be back...later.” Grayson rushed off quickly. Everyone in the room just watched in silence as he quickly gathered his phone and a few small little things he carried with him and he left. “Yup, booty call- where the fuck is my 10 dollars, Ryan!” Ethan shouted, happy he won this little ‘bet’. “Wow-.” Was all Ryan could say.

Once Grayson got to her house, he didn’t even bother to knock, he knew that the spear key was always under the 4th rock to the left. And when he got in...oh boy was he furious. Talking as he closed and locked the door back, not knowing she was right in the living room getting herself off. “Y/n what the fuck was that!? I told you that I-.” He was stopped dead in his tracks when he heard her wimpier his name softly, he gulped quickly and turning her way to watch exactly what she was doing. “Oh-, I see you’ve started without me—and that’s the biggest mistake of your fucking life babe.”

And with that, he went and grabbed both her hands and held them above her head, diving in with a very heated kiss. Y/n begun mumbling words against their kiss as she tried rolling her naked hips against his crotch for some friction. “You wanna go and send shit like that to me when I’m filming? Then have the audacity to finger yourself? Instead of simply telling me you wanted to fuck—god why are you so risky.”

He tried to not rage at her, there was no point she wasn’t his girl but nor was she a ‘fuck buddy’ well technically yeah, but to them, they weren’t. But the shit she pulls sometimes fucks him up, having him thinking about it for days and easily getting hard at the smallest memory and he can’t say shit or it’ll be over, and boy he fucking loves it, who wouldn’t? The adrenaline is what Grayson Dolan is all about. He doesn’t know if she feels the same or he just really knows how to fuck her right yet. “ Mhmm I did and I’ll do it multiple times until you boil over because I’m your little risk maker.” She smirked—oh did she just say-

“You wanna fuck with me like that hm? Have me thinking about it for days? Well, I’ll show you a good fucking alright.” He growled at her, having a good reason to give it to her good after that claim. He started attacking her neck. Sucking and licking, little nibbles here and there and he then moved down her body. Still having her hands above them. He stopped right at beginning of her pussy.

“Get up and bend over on the couch, now.” He demanded and was very determined to show her what she could have if they were together. He still didn’t quite know if she meant what she said but shit... he’ll take it. As she was getting up he smacked her ass giving her more of a little pep in her step, and she didn’t dare to say anything. As she was getting in the position, he got behind her and started to scrip, he just wanted to see her bend from behind, getting some of the action in. Once he did he started to stroke his cock, eyes fully on her pussy from behind and her ass. Her being impatient and hearing his short little breaths, she peaked from her shoulder at him and God was that a sight to see.

“Does that feel good, angel?” His deep voice rumbling within her, he knew he wouldn’t get anything out of her. His dick is big enough to keep anything but moans and groans from escaping. So all she did was nod quickly. The couch was snacking, she was shaking he was pounding into her giving out everything he had built up. “Fuck, I love the sounds my fucking pussy makes.” He gritted. She already knew face down on the couch, ass up and he hammered, Y/n wasn’t even sure she would be able to walk after this. And oh wait— did he say?

He just filled her up to the brim with his cock alone, the thickness and fullness of it alone would fulfill her. God was he good, gripping a handful of hair for a leverage of their position, “Graysonn, don’t stop, please.” She begged and since she asked so nicely he didn’t stop and wasn’t going to until her orgasm had her in tears. “Come on, baby. I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” But she couldn’t, her neighbors recently complained about it since their baby was born. But when he was going at it like this, all she could say was “Neighbor. Babies—FUCK!” He understood completely- on both ends. The neighbors that had their baby and that she was gonna cum, he also felt her pussy clench so he knew for a fact. He was already at the edge of his orgasm.

“Did you claim me?” They both coincidentally said at the same time but who was gonna answer it...

A/N: helloo, hope you liked it!! im gonna drown in holy water now :D

[starfirette]

Hi! Could I request a Helena x fem!reader where y/n almost dies in a mission which leads to a fight with possessive Hel and in the middle of the screaming match they were having Helena confessed that she doesn’t know what she’d do without y/n so it dies down and they make sweet sweet love💕💕💕 ik it’s all over the place so do what u think is best! Thanks!

OOF We got an angsty one, fellas (18+)

p.s: sorry this took so long to do!!! :)

masterlist | more helena bertinelli x reader | why does this request remind me of when Jamie and Claire argued in season one?!?!?!?!?!

18+ | domme Helena, sub Y/n | orgasm denial, vaginal fingering, some slight Mommy kink but only if you squint, spitting, pussy slapping, edging, overstimulation, oral

You flinched as the door slammed shut behind you. The safehouse was deep underground, but even so, you swore Helena’s wrath would shake the grounds. 

“Will Harley be okay?” you asked in a low voice as Helena tossed her jacket towards the small sofa in the center of the Bertinelli safehouse. It was located by the old property in Gotham, about a mile underground. 

“’Will Harley be okay.’“ Helene repeated the words with an unfathomable venom in her voice, and the sound made you want to cry. “That’s not what I care about right now.” 

“Calm down,” you tried to ease your wife. 

This didn’t do much but make it all the worse. Helena turned to face you with an unreadable expression that seemed like a cross of humor and anger. “Calm down?” she repeated. “How the fuck am I meant to calm down, Y/n?”

You flinched at the cold way she uttered your name. “You risked your life for someone who doesn’t need help.” 

“Harley did need help,” you said in a squeaky voice. You felt very small right now. You felt like a mouse being cornered by the housecat. 

“Harley DIDN’T need help,” Helena shouted. “When does she ever need help? She was fine, she had a plan,” she added, using her hand for emphasis. “And you almost fucked everything up.” 

“Don’t say that to me,” you said sternly, though not nearly as loud as your wife was being. 

“But it’s true,” Helena yelled again. “Do you know how I would feel if you died? Do you have any idea what my life would be? I’d be alone. I’d have no one. When will you fucking understand that you are my entire life. I don’t have anyone else I can devote my time and effort too. I only have you. I wish that would just get through your stubborn mind. Harley, and everyone else can take care of themselves. Even Cass would have been fine. You need to stop being so fucking selfless because it’s going to get you killed. And if you die? I might as well be dying along with you.” 

You didn’t know what to say. You stood stunned, motionless, and at a loss for words. Helena’s voice was steady as a rock, but her face was streaming with tears. She used the back of your hand to messily wipe them away as she scoffed. “Harley’s fine. When isn’t she fine?” she said again, taking a seat on the sofa. She outstretched her limbs, still looking angry as ever. 

“You don’t know what it’s like.” Helena scorned. “To come in, thinking everything’s fine, only to see you laying there like that...with a fucking bounty pointing a gun at your head. I went in there with three arrows and my bare hands. I was so terrified that I would lose you.” 

You felt the tears brush down your own cheeks as you watched Helena put a hand over her eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m sorry,” you continued to repeat as you rushed to your wife’s side, kneeling before her. You clutched her hand in your own, your matching rings shining together in the fluorescent light of the safehouse. “I won’t do it again,” you assured her. 

You didn’t mean it. How could you mean it? How could you sit by and watch Harley get the shit beat out of her, and simply do nothing? 

Helena knew this too. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, la mia perla,” Helena said in a hoarse voice. She gripped you by the wrist, tugging you to your feet then forcing you to sit on the sofa. She knelt down, her eyes never leaving yours as she demanded in a stern voice, “Take your pants off.” 

“W-What?” you asked, breathless before anything had even began. 

“You heard what I said,” she said. 

Though taken aback, you felt your self already beginning to pulse with excitement. You slowly undid the buttons of your jeans, blushing as Helena’s eyes stayed locked on yours. You shimmied out of pants. 

“And the rest?” 

Helena didn’t sound like she was in the mood for games and teasing. You couldn’t tell if this was her way of apologizing for being angry, or her way of punishing you.

A wet spot began to form at the bottom of your panties as you hooked your thumbs over the band, carefully pulling them down. You looked at the door of the safehouse; you still worried about the others. 

Helena’s hands roughly pulled your thighs apart, pinning them into the sofa’s cushions. Her fingers pressed marks into the sensitive flesh, but despite the pain, you felt your skin burning for more of your wife’s touch.

“Helena,” you mumbled, reaching out to touch her hands. 

She sent you a harsh look while glancing up through her bangs of wavy black hair. “You’re not going to make a sound if you want to cum. You’re not going to beg, you’re not going to do anything. That is your punishment.” 

“Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” you mumbled again, trying not to crack a smile. Helena did not find this funny. She tugged you by the legs, pulling you down as settling your thighs over her shoulder. “You think I don’t know you?” she snapped. “You’re such a pillow princess. I give you everything you ask for. I’m willing to bet you’ll consider this a punishment when I’m finished with you.” 

Helena dipped her head down, extending her tongue to slide through the folds of your cunt that was already sopping wet. You hissed at the feeling; your cheeks were cast on fire at the sight of Helena’s dark head perfectly buried against your pussy that was already contracting around nothing from the excitement. 

“Don’t make a goddamn sound,” Helena growled one more time as a reminder. She spit at your cunt, making you whimper, before burying her face between the folds. Her nose nudged your engorged clit as her tongue made a swift dive through your opening. 

You squeezed the sofa’s cushions. Your hips were singing with the urge to rock back and forth and help Helena’s sweet tongue move your pleasure along. You know that Helena would remain true to her word by making this a punishment for you. 

The tip of her tongue finally poked at the little pink pearl that pulsed with neediness. She swirled it in slow circles, touching the most sensitive parts of your clit and making your thighs tremble. 

Just as your high was beginning to crescendo to its highest peak, she removed her tongue, sitting back to admire her work. You could only imagine what she saw. 

You were red in the face, partially from holding your breath to resist the urge to make noise. 

Helena took her long middle finger and positioned it at your opening. “Be a good girl for me. Don’t move. Just watch.” 

Her voice was low as you let your eyes fixate on the sight of her slowly pushing her finger up inside of you. She curled her finger up, touching the highest point of what had to be your soul. A loud, desperate whimper escaped your mouth. 

Helena did not like you breaking her rules. She used her free hand to smack your cunt, making you whine again at the feeling. “Watch,” she growled again. You had no choice but to watch as she slowly thrust her finger in and out of you. She didn’t give a warning as she added her second finger, now scissoring you apart to stretch your walls. “Can feel you clenching my goddamn fingers,” Helena said with a bitter laugh. “You deserve my fingers? Do you?” 

She had given a permission to answer her, and you eagerly replied; “Yes,” you huffed. “I do. I’m so sorry, Helena, I won’t upset you again.”

“Come here,” Helena said in a low voice. She used her two fingers to swipe up the precum that was oozing out of you. She spread it over your needy clit and she began to rub fast circles. 

She was an expert at touching your clit; though her swirls were fast, they were just at the right pressure, just hard enough to make your hips buck up into the air. You released a loud sob, your wife’s name barely audible from your lips. 

You could feel your walls clenching in as your orgasm was impending. But Helena pulled away at just the last minute, leaving you to push your head into the cushions of the sofa and wind down. 

“Who’s Mommy’s good girl?” Helena demanded. 

“I-I am,” you squeaked out. 

“Are you good enough to cum? Huh? Answer me.” 

“I am,” you repeated in a squealing voice. “I wanna cum, please.” 

“That’s it,” Helena cooed as she recognized your obedience. She pressed her mouth back into your crotch. Her lips puckered around your clit, and she started to suck the little bead of nerves at the slow, though steady, pace. Her fingers found their way back inside of you for good measure; tears dribbled down your face as you sobbed your wife’s name. 

Your orgasm crashed down over you like a ton of bricks. You released a sigh of pleasure as Helena’s tongue swept down to quickly lap all of your release. 

You made a move to sit upright, but Helena’s arms pinned you back down. Her lips reattached to your clit. 

You whimpered as she continued to suck at your clit. It was like teetering on the brink of pain. “I can’t do it again,” you cried. 

“Don’t act like you’re not my little slut,” Helena said. “I know you can cum over and over.”

Your hands knotted in Helena’s hair as she suckled and licked at your engorged clit. You couldn’t do much but whine and buck your hips against your wife’s face. 

“I can’t,” you moaned out. 

“But you can. And you will,” Helena growled, momentarily pausing to look up at you. “I told you this would be a punishment. Your behavior tonight has to be corrected.”

And so, she burrowed her sweet face back between your thighs. Perhaps this was a punishment. You were teetering back and forth from pleasure to discomfort. Helena’s hands gripped you like iron, keeping you firmly into the sofa’s firm cushions. 

She pressed a kiss into your thigh, giving you one more moment to catch your breath. “You’re never leaving me,” Helena said into your skin. “Don’t even think about it.” 

You realized what she was saying just as she pushed her tongue inside of you. You understood, then, that she was still reeling with fear at the idea of your death. Helena was, understandably, not good with words. This was her way of punishing you, literally; her way of begging you not to put your life in danger again. 

Although...if this is what would happen every time you tried to take a bullet for one of your friends, the idea becomes more and more tempting. 

[unordinary-analysis]

episode 117

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE EPISODE 18 SHOULD BE UP SOON

I’m going by order of mention in the episode so it’s easier

So the first scene was Isen and Blyke on their rooftop continuing their conversation (fight?).

-The Blyke/Isen drama. So I talked about this in my last episode review (? what should i call it pls comment idk). Ok so when the episode starts you see Blyke holding Isen roughly by his shirt. At first I was like ‘that’s kinky’ but ignore me. After I got over that, I was shooketh at this blatant show of dominance and confidence from Blyke. Like damnn you are just asserting yourself into this dominant male position, the alpha, the leader. Let’s talk about that first

-Blyke’s dominance/the superhero posse’s hierarchy. Ok i just wanna apologize for using the word dominance so much but that’s the word I mean so just suffer i got nothing for u. Now back to the actual topic. Recently, I have been seeing Blyke as more of a leader or shot-caller of the ‘superhero posse’. He’s been giving Remi a lot of advice and both Remi and Isen seem to naturally follow him, despite Remi doing the actual groundwork. I’m noticing their small group settling into this kind of hierarchy, similar to the king/queen/jack thing happening in the schools. Here’s what I’ve been noticing

Blyke

Remi

Isen

This is the hierarchy that I’ve been noticing and ik im being repetitive but stick with me. Remi, I’ve noticed, is actually falling under Blyke into a more submissive, but powerful role as second-in-command, similar to her role as queen in school. Remi, who is powerful and is content, even leading the dirty work and the fighting, as the whole superhero thing was her idea, never struck me as the leader type. Sure she’s brave and strong, but she’s never had the brain or analytical mind that seems to be common in most royals. Her actions are purely based on passion and very impulsive. We see this in an earlier episode when Remi is starting to really get invested in the whole Ember business. She is making fliers, warning students, THE WHOLE NINE YARDS HERE people. Arlo has to step in to stop her, reprimanding her causing panic and for her lack of a political (is this the right word?) mind. We can understand that decision making and problem solving doesn’t come naturally for Remi and she struggles with seeing the bigger picture (something i’m talking about in the post about Remi I’m in the middle of writing). This is why I don’t believe that Remi would be a good leader and why she finds herself morphing into that more submissive, enforcing role where her strong suits lie.

Isen. Ok so Isen unfortunately gets put in the lowest position on my little hierarchy ladder. He has so far shown a more passive demeanor, usually fine with listening to orders (though this episode reckons with this a bit). Isen, who has stated that he is not suited to being a royal, doesn’t have a head for leadership and giving commands. He is usually content to sit back and watch a situation play out rather than interfering. Though he is in no way similar to an omega (the lowest placement in the wolf pack; usually very submissive and dutiful). Isen doesn’t like to be kept out of the loop and doesn’t take to being bossed around (being bossed around is different than taking orders by choice). I tend to think of him in a more neutral light when it comes to the hierarchy of the school. And so he is placed at the bottom, not because he is the weakest, but because he has no ambition, no wanting to be at the top.

This leaves Blyke. My sideline leader who takes charge when the situation calls for it. Blyke already plays a significant role in Wellston’s hierarchy as the jack. I don’t think people give him enough credit for this, you need to understand that him being jack meant that he had beaten out every other guy at the school who wanted the position. Because people who are content living the normal student life, like Isen, aren’t shown to be very many, we can only assume that Blyke is more powerful than any guy at Wellston, other than Arlo, obviously. He could very well be the second most powerful male at his very prestigious school. That’s impressive people. And he was recommended by Seraphina, the school’s ace, for the position, which automatically proves her trust in him. Anyways, back to the topic. I have placed Blyke at the top of my hierarchy ladder. I believe that he is well suited for the life of a leader, similar to Arlo. He is resourceful, good under pressure, and can make decisions. Also strong. All great qualities to have. Similar to Arlo I would say. This is why I believe that beyond the ‘superhero posse,’ Blyke would make a great king. And he probably knows it too. Blyke is very ambitious I’d like to say. We’ve seen lots of evidence of Blyke dissatisfied with his position or unhappy with the way Arlo orders him around. In the first turf battle shown, Blyke is in a fight with Rein, the powerful queen from Agwin, who is beating him. It is obvious that Blyke’s talents aren’t suited to fight her and he is quickly made into the underdog, with very little chance of winning the fight. Everyone on the Wellston team that day notices, though Arlo does nothing, letting Blyke get more wounded as the fight progresses. Sera eventually has to step in, resigning to the fact that Arlo was never going to. I would assume that Blyke is indignant at this treatment and feels an amount of injustice. No doubt he hates Arlo in that moment, loses his respect for him as king. Any sane person would lose some respect for the guy. After all he is Asslo. After numerous incidents like these, we can guess Blyke may finally snap and try to dethrone Arlo, though he knows that he isn’t strong enough, which is currently preventing him from rising any farther on the ladder that is UnOrdinary hierarchy. Sorry this got a little off topic and a little out of hand, but I would just like to say that I believe, if given the chance, Blyke would rise above his position as jack into a position better suited for him. Into the position of king. The inner king of Blyke has given him a role of leadership in the superhero posse and, though he has been rather forceful about his commands, he seems to be a natural.

-Blyke vs. Isen. The beginning scene features a face-off between these two friends. I’ve talked about this in episode 116’s review (still don’t know what to call this) and decided to elaborate with the new developments of chapter 117. Ok so Blyke has been acting all dominant with Isen and bossing him around. I don’t know if their friendship is usually like this or if the situation is bringing out the bossy in Blyke, but he becomes really strict. Isen, like any sane person, is panicking about the situation, which is really pissing Blyke off. He tries to get Isen to do something, to go save Remi, but gets no response. He then decides to save her himself (which is honestly hat he should have done from the beginning) and leaves Isen. We also see Isen getting angrier too. I’m really intrigued by this because this could be the beginning to a frenemy sort of relationship between the two or their friendship could disintegrate completely. I’m interested in the idea of Isen and Blyke as enemies or avoiding each other. It would be so different from what we normally see from the characters and we, the readers, would get to see different sides of both guys. This is not gonna really be elaborated on but that’s because I talked about it in previous reviews.

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Requests Update!!!

A/N: This is the order in which we received these requests. I’m going to try writing them in the order we’ve gotten them so expect this to also be the rough order in which they’re posted. 

Also of yours isn’t here and it was sent in before the requests closed, I’ve probably lost it somewhere. Feel free to resend it (make sure to specify that it was before the close off please!!) and I’ll work out roughly where it’s meant to be in the list. Thanks guys!

- Maddy

REQUESTS IN PROGRESS

1.  Could you do a fic where the reader gets her hair cut short like a boy and Mycroft and Sherlock make fun of her and she starts crying but John thinks she looks beautiful and confesses his feelings for her to cheer her up? And then they kiss or something? Thx! - anonymous

2.  Can u please do a reader x Sherlock where the reader is a Muslim, wears a headscarf and is British Bengali. Sorry that’s super specific but I never see anything like that. Also your writing skills are awesome. Thanks soooo muxh if u can do it and I absolutely understand if u cant. Thnx xx - anonymous

3.  Hey it’s me again Haha so I was hoping if I could request that reader is Tony Stark’s Daughter (or maybe sister would work better for you?) and she manages to drag her boyfriend coughSherlockcough to America during a holiday to meet him(?) that was my idea and I know it’s a really weird and specific niche of fic but if you guys are comfortable with it ik you’re the best ones to pull it off - anonymous

4.  could i get a sherlock x reader with prompts 92, 95, 97? Its a bit of an odd request sorry - anonymous

5.  Can I make a Sherlock x male!reader request and they’re married (that is why Sherlock is so unfazed by other people) anyway, he just shows up one day and people are clueless as to how Sherlock snatched up such a gentlemen and why they’ve never met him before (except mycroft and mrs Hudson ofc) Thanks~🎉 - anonymous

6.  Hey I was wondering if you could please write a mycroftxdaughter!reader where he wakes up in the cell in Sherrinford to find her next to him and how he would help through all the different stages of it. Thanks :) - anonymous

7. Hellooo What do you think about a Sherlockxreader in which the reader is a hacker working for the government and one day Mycroft brings her to Baker Street to help Sherlock and John with a case? And could you make her personality very smart and sassy? Thanks ❤️ - M (asked as anonymous)

8. could you please write a fluff where Sherlock and reader are getting married(small ceremony) and Sherlock is really really nervous, ending with beautiful vows? thank you :) - @narcissistvirgolady

9. a Sherlock x reader where the reader gets really angry at Sherlock for being distant lately with his cases, so he decides to surprise her ( the reader ) with a carefully planned date. Hope it is possible! - @justoneystrdy 

10.  Could u write a oneshot where the reader is Sherlocks daughter and the reader is pregnant and she is pretty far along in her pregnancy so she struggles to do super simple things and Sherlock and john keep offering to help and they try to help her but she is determined to do it herself, but after a long frustrating day she gives in to the help? - anonymous

11.  Hey! I was wondering if I could request a Sherlock x reader where they are married and expecting a baby and Sherlock is all frantic, but the moment he holds his child he knows is the moment that he waited all along. By the way, I love your blog! I wish I had those writing skills😂 - anonymous

12.  Hey! I was wondering if you could do a request (series or oneshot whatever) that takes place after Mary died, but instead of Sherlock receiving the CD Y/N receives it, and Mary tells her she has to save John and Sherlock otherwise they’ll pretty much self-destruct?? And Y/N gets herself kidnapped or something to bring those two back together?? Whatever you want! Also, could Nyla do this one?? If not, I understand. - @anonymous-requests

13.  Sup! Could you guys make a one Shot about Sherlock meeting Mycroft and his new Assistant (Y/N) (cuz Anthea was snitching with Irene i think) and Y/N is late at first. She’s very Young, around 20 and he makes a joke about Mycroft picking high schoolers or so idk haha, and clumsy and sentiment and all lol And when he deducts her he knows she’s having a depression and all and he have to nice and idk sorry ig ITS Long , was a Dream of last Night tbh hahah Btw Love your side 🙏🏻 - anonymous

14.  Hiii this is for Maddy Could u do a request where John, Sherlock and the reader are working on a case and u (reader) ends up getting shot and rushed to the hospital and John and Sherlock go into a rage trying to find shooter to the point where Mycroft is unsure of what either might do once they find the man and he goes to u who is recovering and u (can reader be girl?) have to hunt them down to stop them from doing something theyll both regret but then something shocking happens to u? Angsty plz - anonymous

15.  So there’s these two songs I absolutely love, and I was wondering if someone could do a songfic for one of them (“Oh My Love” by Silver Trees or “Dear Doubt” by Michael Schulte) where Sherlock thinks the reader is dead but receives a note that could only be from her except no one believes him, thinking its a prank, but then she shows asking for his forgiveness and he refuses to forgive her, avoiding her at all cost. Maybe sad, or bittersweet, ending??? Also, I love you all you’re all AMAZING ❤️❤ - anonymous

16. Can you do a request where Sherlock and Y/N are best friends, where she gets to see a side of him where he laughs until he cries and he shows his emotions to her sometimes, but they’re only best friends. She loves to pull pranks on people constantly, especially cruel pranks on Sally and Anderson for everything they say to Sherlock, but she does and it’s all really hilarious to both of them, and Molly of course gets super jealous and a bunch of girls do which makes it funnier to them?? And can you add in prompts “THERE’S SO MUCH BLOOD” and “Huh. And I thought /I/ was dramatic.” (Srry can’t remember the prompt numbers!) thanks!!!! Also, could Maddy write this?? If not that’s okay - @anonymous-requests

17.  Could you do a Mycroft x Reader were the Reader sees him every day but dont know who he is and is absolutly fascinated by the way he is and looks like? And someday he ask her how she could know he is the british government and she is all alike ‘what? No ich dont know anything about you’ - anonymous

18. Hey are the requests still open? :3 Could you do 6 and 25 with sherlock x fem! Reader? If not its alright aswell, i like your writingstyle :3 - @konankami

19.  Are you guys still accepting the numbered requests? I’d so, could you please do 16,20,and 26? I love all of your​ guys’ writing skills!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤ - anonymous

20.  Hey! Could i get a sherlock x reader, where she is an old friend of John’s and she comes to 221b to catch up with him and Sherlock falls in love with her but he thinks she’s dating John and they (her and John) decide to prank Sherlock by pretending to 'get jiggy with it’ and it ends with her dating sherlock? Sorry if it seems weird xx - anonymous

21.  Could you do one with Moriarty? 6,8,19,36,64,117 Sorry if its too much - anonymous

22.  Hey! Could you do a Sherlock x reader where the reader doesn’t have any hair and she’s low key insecure about it and one day Sherlock just kind of deduces it and tries to tell her that she’s ridiculous in his own way ( so like not :“what do you mean, you look great!” Because I, myself have experienced that and it doesn’t actually make you feel any better) Sorry if this was really long…. Thank You❤️❤️❤️(love the acc) - anonymous

23.  Hello love! I have a request for a Sherlock imagine. After ten long years of no meeting with Sherlcok because reader suddenly disappears, she is now a client of Sherlock and brings her daughter with her. Little did he know she was as intelligent as him because he’s the father. Thanks a bunch!!! - anonymous

24.  hello, can i request a sherlockxreader imagine?when he’s “engaged” with janine, the reader didn’t like her and when john wants to tell her about s&j’s relationship, she makes comments abt her (like “she seemed quite arrogant, an opportunist"etc) but then she discovers the thing and is sad bc she likes sherlock, what are the others reactions? sorry i love your blog - anonymous

25.  Hi um I was wondering if you could write me a Sherlock x reader where reader is shy and insecure because of there disability a limp when they walk as she thinks it makes her ugly so she tries to hide it when she meets people by concentrating on her walking but Sherlock analyses her and sees she is insecure and tells her she shouldn’t be because she’s beautiful I know this sounds fluffy and is specific but if you could do it or something similar I would really appreciate it either way thank you x -anonymous

26.  i wanted to request a sherlock x reader where he notices her having trouble breathing etc and he finds out about her binding and he helps her buy a binder and she says her pronouns are they/them? thank you for everything xxx - anonymous

27.  Hi i have an imagine request, a jealous sherlock x reader, where she’s an artist (illustrator or painter or something) and she’s having a lot of activities with her artist peers and he gets jealous and insecure bc they have way more things in common w her than he has (as they are complete opposites in their lifestyles lol). Just fluff and fun, thanksss ily all💙 - anonymous

28.  Could you do a 1,24,31 Mycroft imagine,where the reader gets shot by Moriarty. - anonymous