#for my sake let’s pretend this was an anon

[nihilist-angel]

Scream: Choose one: Phone sex, video call, or sexting?

Nightmare on Elm Street: Are you into somnophilia?

The Craft: Are you more dominant or submissive? Would you/have you ever done the opposite?

Poltergeist: What was the last sex toy you bought? The first? If you don’t own one and want to, what would you buy?

It Follows: Talk about a time you got horny when you were somewhere you shouldn’t be horny (ie. school, work, etc.)

Rocky Horror Picture Show: Fishnets or thigh highs? On you or a partner?

Trick ‘R Treat: Do you like to roleplay in bed? What’s your favorite scene or character to act out?

IT: What is your ultimate fantasy? Describe it in detail.

Dracula: Do you like receiving/giving hickies?

V/H/S: If you watch porn, what type is your favorite?

The Shining: Would you prefer to have sex in a hotel or at home?

Friday the 13th: Do you like shower sex? If you haven’t tried it, would you?

Pet Semetary: Are you into pet play? Do you prefer being a kitten, puppy, or something else?

Carrie: What is your most embarrassing sex/masturbation story? Have you ever been caught?

The Witch: Do you like dirty talk? What’s the most attractive thing someone has said to you in bed?

The Human Centipede: Do you own any butt plugs? Have you ever worn them in public?

The Purge: Do you like foreplay? What is your favorite foreplay activity?

Halloween: Are you into bodily fluids (ie. blood, scat, piss, etc.)? Which one(s)?

The Evil Dead: What’s something you fantasize about that you’d never actually act on?

Cabin in the Woods: Have you ever made a sex tape? Would you?

Fright Night: Have you ever used random objects to masturbate with? If so, what were they?

Jennifer’s Body: Are you into pain play? To what extent? Giving, receiving, or both?

The Purge: Do you like wearing lingerie? What item of clothing turns you on the most to wear/have someone else wear?

The Blair Witch Project: Have you ever had sex outside? Would you? Where?

The Conjuring: What’s the best position to be spanked/spank someone? Paddle, whip, or hand?

The Ring: Have you tried hypnosis? Would you?

Saw: Confess a kink in detail that you haven’t told anyone.

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Are you embarrassed by any kinks or fetishes you have? What are they?

what happened to the whole learning to use anons babe?

Scream: Choose one: Phone sex, video call,

or sexting?

All of them

Nightmare on Elm Street: Are you into

somnophilia?

Yes but also no. I do fancy the idea of being fucked awake but don’t really fuck w the non consensual stuff

The Craft: Are you more dominant or

submissive? Would you/have you ever done

the opposite?

Def a sub but yes i’ve taken on a more dominant role a couple of times… it’s interesting

Poltergeist: What was the last sex toy you

bought? The first? If you don't own one and

want to, what would you buy?

just got one of those remote vibrators and the first one was a ring I think

It Follows: Talk about a time you got horny

when you were somewhere you shouldn't

be horny (ie. school, work, etc.)

Church. My first serious gf was the head of this youth group so you can get an idea of why I was at mass each sunday morning

Rocky Horror Picture Show: Fishnets or

thigh highs? On you or a partner?

I like both, depends on the outfit. On me.

Trick "R Treat: Do you like to roleplay in

bed? What's your favorite scene or

character to act out?

The massage dynamic. yes.

IT: What is your ultimate fantasy? Describe

it in detail.

hehehe wouldn’t you like to know loverboy

Dracula; Do you like receiving/giving

hickies?

I love getting hickies, there’s something hot about the possessiveness of them.

V/H/S: If you watch porn, what type is your

favorite?

not really… more into audios tho. Shoutout to the quinn app lol

The Shining: Would you prefer to have sex

in a hotel or at home?

Home, I get icky thinking about the sanitary sides of doing it at a hotel

Friday the 13th: Do you like shower sex? If

you haven't tried it, would you?

yes.

Pet Semetary: Are you into pet play? Do

you prefer being a kitten, puppy, or

something else?

no.

Carrie: What is your most embarrassing

sex/masturbation story? Have you ever

been caught?

never been caught but almost.

The Witch: Do you like dirty talk? What's

the most attractive thing someone has said

to you in bed?

YES. This girl once said ‘you look so fucking pretty while I fuck you stupid so much you can’t even talk back’ while she was ahem yes, I still get chills about it lol.. she was also colombian so the accent might’ve come into play.

The Human Centipede: Do you own any

butt plugs? Have you ever worn them in

public? no

The Purge: Do you like foreplay? What is

your favorite foreplay activity?

Yes adore foreplay and I think my favorite is the overall shameless teasing over an entire day/night out just to get home and get wrecked.

Halloween: Are you into bodily fluids (ie.

blood, scat, piss, etc.)? Which one(s)?

Big no

The Evil Dead; What's something you

fantasize about that you'd never actually

act on?

A lovey dovey endearing healthy all in relationship with nasty rough disrespectful sex

Cabin in the Woods: Have you ever made a

sex tape? Would you?

No. With the right person under right circumstances yes sure.

Jennifer's Body: Are you into pain play? To

what extent? Giving, receiving, or both?

Both, and really just about everything, if i’m crying while you make me choke on your dick i’ll probably just get more turned on. Really up to testing boundaries.

The Purge: Do you like wearing lingerie?

What item of clothing turns you on the

most to wear/have someone else wear?

I like wearing lingerie cause it feels oddly empowering, whenever i’m not working out or dancing I usually just wear thongs so that’s that. I like wearing full sets with garters and on my partner I’ll love them wearing anything as long as they’re confident in it, that’s the real turn on

The Blair Witch Project: Have you ever had

sex outside? Would you? Where?

Yes. Car, carnival, club, the bar, church, river/forest, my ex gf was a teacher so i’m not sure if her office counts as an outside place 🤷‍♀️

The Conjuring: What's the best position to

be spanked/spank someone? Paddle, whip,

or hand?

All fours head against the bed. Hand just because i love seeing the handprints on my ass

The Ring: Have you tried hypnosis? Would

You?

lol just went to a hypnosis show today, but it didn’t work. I’ve tried it but I can’t ever fall asleep for it to work.

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Are you

embarrassed by any kinks or fetishes you

have? What are they?

nope.

[alltimefail-sims]

You know what? I think we all need to start gatekeeping some townies and premades a little harder lmfao

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

please do one where they were like in a secret relationship and one day reader went live for her fans and idk maybe Tom walked in and now the secret's out. It's up to you how you go abt it. Have a nice day!!

Caught in 4k || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

A/n: Anon you read my mind.... I had this idea sitting in my drafts for quite some time!

Warnings: none!

Wc: 983

Divider by @pommecita

You stir in your sleep when you feel light kisses on your arm. "Good morning, love," He says, his morning voice making you smile as you turn around and place a kiss on his cheek, a smile adorning his lips. His arms wrap themselves around your waist as you both lay still, neither wanting to pull away from the embrace.

"I'm going to go for a shower," You say against his neck, his hands coming to your hips as he massages them. "Can I join?" His tone teasing as you consider the idea. "I fear if you do, we won't make it out of the bathroom for quite a bit," A smirk forms on his lips as you get out of bed, his hand still clinging to yours.

"I don't mind!" He calls out as you flip him off, not bothering to turn around as you shut the door behind you. After the calming shower, you wrap your body in a fluffy white towel as you squeeze out the excess water from your hair, letting it air dry.

You start to brush your teeth as you hear the bathroom door opening. Tom enters in only his boxers as he makes his way to you, arms wrapping around your towel cladded body as you lean back against him. You smile at him through the reflection you mouth frothy with the toothpaste as he smiles back at you.

You bend over to spit out the toothpaste as Tom pretends to fuck you from behind as laughs erupt from your mouth. You lean back up, slapping him across his chest as he smiles innocently at you. Going on your tippy toes, your arms loop around his neck and place a kiss on his lips, a few actually, as you both smile in between them.

"I feel like making pancakes, do you want blueberries or chocolate chips in yours?" You ask him whilst applying lip balm on your lips as he turns the shower on. "Chocolate chips please," He grins at you as give him a thumbs up and walk out picking out an outfit.

You pull back the curtains revealing dark clouds that littered across the sky of Brooklyn. You smile to yourself knowing today was going to full of cuddles and watching Harry Potter films with Tom. Walking down stairs, a thought plagued your mind.

You wanted to go live on Instagram as you felt as if it had been too long since the last time you did one. You leaned your phone up against a fruit bowl as you start the live. "Hey guys!" You smile as you watch thousands of people join in a matter of seconds.

You then continued to pull out the ingredients to make pancakes as you answer some of the questions that people asked. Tom walks down a few minutes later, wondering who you were talking to as your voice travelled upstairs.

He sees you in the kitchen, your back towards him as you talk about the weather. He decided to surprise you so he slowly walked up behind you and wraps his arms around you as you slightly jump. "Fucks sake, you scared me!" You sulked as Tom laughs, peppering the side of your face with kisses as your hands go up to his arms around your neck.

"Oh shit," You silently curse as you freeze, remembering you were still live on Instagram, "What?" He asks confused. You discreetly glance back and mentally face palm yourself as your phone was directly aimed at the two of you which meant that thousands of people witnessed it and most definitely concluded that you and Tom were together, which was very much the truth.

"I'm live on Insta," You whisper as you feel Tom physically pause as well, probably processing your words. He turns his head and makes eye contact with himself on your phone as he awkwardly chuckles. "Oh hey.." He trails off as you burst out laughing. "I'm going to go put a shirt on," Tom quickly says as he runs up stairs to get one.

You watch as comments blow up and you couldn't contain your smile. Everyone was going crazy as they flooded the comments with questions. You hear Tom walk back down, a shirt on his previously naked upper body as you hold out you hand and he takes is. "Well, guess it's out," He chuckles as the both of you read the comments.

Tom leans his hand against the counter as you rest your head on his arm. "Shit, I almost forgot the pancakes!" You panic as you go back to the stove and continue cooking the batter. You and Tom kept your relationship as private as you could, fans speculated that you were dating each other but nothing was confirmed, well until the live of course.

"How long have you two been together?" Tom reads out loud as you get plates for the two of you. "3 years now is it?" You say as Tom thinks about it, "Yeah, 4 years coming this September," he smiles. You come up beside him, resting your chin on your hands that were on the counter as you read through the comments, too immersed to notice that Tom was staring down at you with a huge smile on his face.

A comment mentioning how Tom is looking at you makes you look behind you, "What?" You shyly laugh as he says nothing, shaking his head. Tom takes over with making the pancakes and eventually they are done. "Well guys I'm going to end the live here and eat these pancakes with my wonderful boyfriend, bye!" You say as you end it.

You make eye contact with Tom as you both start laughing. He hugs you and kisses your forehead. "At least we don't have to keep hiding this in public anymore," He says as you agree with him.

[stuffeddeer]

Hiiii I have literally read through your entire blog today after reading one of your latest fics and finding out your blog is entirely about Dazai so I figured I might as well request something, now that I have read everything (I need more).

So how about a Ada! Dazai and Pm! Dazai with a s/o that instead of just asking for a kiss they steal something from him right in front of his face and then just run away and ask for a kiss in exchange for the stolen item. I just thought about this and I figured it would be a pretty funny scenario :)

tysm anon! i hope you like this just as much!

PM!dazai

"I know you aren't gonna hurt me, Dazai," you grinned, watching as he stalked towards you after you stole his tie.

"Not if you give me what I want," he responds promptly. As much as he loves blowing off work, Mori might not be so forgiving if he's late to this particular meeting. "I'll go without my tie, if you'd prefer."

You let out a dramatic gasp, hand flying over your mouth. "And break uniform?! How unprofessional!"

"The Port Mafia doesn't have a uniform— "

"No, that simply won't do. You'll have to take this tie from me, yes yes," you nod at your own words, as though it was the logical conclusion.

A few steps brings Dazai closer to you, causing you to grin. You stand promptly in place, not letting him scare you back into a corner. "I know you won't hurt me."

"You already said that. What can I do to make my darling little partner give me back my tie?"

You pretend to ponder for a long moment, letting out a low hum and looking away with a hand on your chin. "What can you do, what can you do..." you click your tongue. "Gosh, I don't know!"

"Gosh?"

"Why, I suppose a kiss," you pause for emphasis, "might be adequate..."

Dazai stalks even closer, only a few inches away from you. Breath catching in your throat, you lose all playfulness, just staring into his big brown doe eyes like a lovesick puppy. You gulp before closing your own, slowly leaning in...

"Yoink! Gotcha!" Dazai pulls the tie from your loosened grip, taking a step back with a victorious grin.

"Did you just say yoink— "

"Never take your eyes off the enemy, darling! Surely you know that by now," he presses the tip of his pointer finger to your nose. "You're cute, but next time try a little harder." Slipping on his tie and barely tightening it around his neck, he sends you a blasé wave. "I'm headed to my meeting now. Maybe you can try again when I get back."

You stand still with a dumbfounded look on your face, watching as he leaves the room. An embarrassed blush decorates your cheeks; your boyfriend is such an asshole.

ADA!dazai

"You're taking your poor, innocent boyfriend's pen? How am I supposed to fill out my reports now?"

You only giggle mischievously in response, holding his pen behind your back. "Guess you'll want it back then?"

He hums for a moment before sighing. "Well, if my lovely partner wants it who am I to take it from them?" Dazai replies in adoration, elbows planted on his desk as he rests his head in his palms. "Besides, you're quite cute when you act all proud of yourself. What's on your mind, cutie?"

A pout takes the place of your grin. "Don't you want your pen back?.."

Even though he just said no, Dazai stands up and nods after a moment. Hands dangling at his sides impatiently, wanting nothing more than to hold you, he decides to play along. "My favorite pen," he pouts back. "Please can I have it back? What do you want in return?" Of course he knew this wasn't for no reason. You wanted him to want the pen, so you could wager it for something else.

You decide not to comment on how he was being so obvious about only playing along for your sake — either way, you'll get your desired outcome. "Maybe... a kiss?"

Dazai grins. "Why didn't you say so!" he replies with excitement, practically jumping onto you to press his lips to yours and slide his hands into your sweatshirt's pockets. 

You drop the pen accidentally, caught off guard by his sudden action. Quickly, you place your arms on his shoulders and kiss back.

Pulling back, he grabs your hand and starts for the Agency's door. "Mm, my partner is so warm and cozy. Let's go home early and kiss there instead!"

"What about the pen..?"

ADA!dazai again but he's a big arrogant meanie tbh!!

"Why don't you just tell me what you want, pretty," Dazai's thumb traces your bottom lip, hand cupping your jaw. "No need to play these games, hm?"

"I told you, I didn't take your report," you roll your eyes, arms crossed.

A condescending cooing escapes Dazai's lips that makes your eye twitch. "Babe, I know you just want a kiss from me. I'll give it to you if you give me my report back... In fact, maybe I can give you more,~" he purrs into your ear.

You brush off his touches, clearly unamused. "I didn't. Take. Your report."

"Playing hard to get won't get you want you want. C'mon... it's the only report I've finished," he moves on to pouting, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. "Kunikida said he'd make me a coffee if I got it done on time."

"You're 22, why do you need incentives to do your job anyway?" You roll your eyes.

"Baby, we both know I want a kiss as well. Just hand me the report and my lips are all yours. Or else, I'll have to spend time working on redoing it instead of next to you," he tries once again.

And once again, your eye twitches, fed up with his accusations. "I told you— "

"Uh, Dazai..?" Atsushi timidly speaks up. "Is this the report you're talking about?" He holds up a piece of paper, barely legible chicken scratch covering the blank spaces.

"Ah, Atsushi! You're such a kind soul! I must've accidentally slipped it in with your pile when pushing the rest of my reports onto— eh, never mind. You're a life saver!" Dazai jumps onto Atsushi with a hug before snatching the report to show you. "Look, love! Atsushi found it!"

Tapping your foot in annoyance, you stare down at Dazai, which he didn't think was possible given his large stature. "I'm sleeping alone tonight, aren't I."

"I'll make sure to leave blankets on the couch for you."

[lokideservesahug]

Thirsty

Checo Pérez x wife!reader

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Warnings: Really quite suggestive, everyone is thirsting over Checo + his neck. Awful nicknames of my own creation (Necko Pérez) I'm sorry. Badly translated Spanish

Notes: I'm so glad that people enjoy reading both my work and for Checo. And for the anon that requested this, thank you.

Request: Could you do Checo Perez with wife reader? He had an interview and the interviewer asked him to show his thick neck 👀. And he did. Everyone went a little crazy it especially his wife. A little suggestive and fluff. You decide how it goes. Thanks!! :)))

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Summary: After a certain tweet subtly dissing Charles and Oscar, more people come to appreciate Sergio Pérez and especially his neck. -°•°•°•°•--•°•°•°•°--°•°•°•°•--•°•°•°•°-

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(A/n I was forced to crop them but his arms in this video are just a work of art🤌. So I put them in the first photo of the header.)

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Yourusername

Yourusername: misión completa. And apolgies to your eyes.

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Schecoperez: te quiero cariño (I love you darling) ❤

↳ Yourusername: I love you more 🤍

Redbullracing: ...we are going to pretend we didn't see this for the sake of the head of PR's welfare

↳Yourusername: Ly admin <3

Maxverstappen: Tw next time please. I need to go and bleach my eyes now

↳Schecoperez: reina del drama. Se me permite amar a mi esposa. (drama queen. I am allowed to love my wife.)

↳Maxverstappen: I don't know what that means....

↳Yourusername: He said that he's very sorry and won't try and traumatise you again in the future.

↳Maxverstappen: Oh! Thank you Checo😊

↳Schecoperez: crédulo

↳Maxverstappen: Hey! I can use Google translate you know

↳Schecoperez: Oops....

User1: I speak as one of a few 'fanpages' to be fortunate andough to be followed back on behalf of the entire F1 community. Twitter is going to go wild over this...

↳Yourusername: Meh let them. Thay were the ones that helped to bring this to light...

↳User1: Being it to light? Does that mean this was a regular occurance in private?

↳Yourusername: With a husband like that? Of course.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it and as always, likes, reblogs and especially feedback are always welcome!

Taglist (idk if this is your thing so if not then sorry) :

@nikfigueiredo @mysoulispainted @leclercings @d3kstar @hiireadstuff @a-beaverhausen @nichmeddar @lozzamez3 @stinkyjax @marymustdie @littlesatanicassholebitch @mehrmonga @insanedeathwish @ems-alexandra @a-disturbing-self-reflection @cherry-piee

[wriothesleybear]

I dunno if you do prompt requests but I’d like to request this one with our boi wrio ^^

“It’s s-so big! Uh, I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“Hmm… will you let me be the judge of that, baby?”

(consent is hot as hell 😩😩, it’s a whole “shall i? or maybe i won’t? it’s your call, baby?” kind of thing. people take notes ehe /hj)

I do! I will warn you that I have never done it before so it might not be great but i'll try my best for you anon🥺❤️

~ warnings: smut, possibly ooc wriothesley

You're sitting on his lap, an arm around your waist while his other hand is busy holding the papers he's reading. You're busy reading a book as his mind wanders, distracted by how nice your ass feels on his lap. An idea pops up in his head.

The arm that's wrapped around your shoulder loosens and moves so his hand is resting on your thigh. He slowly rubs it up and down your thigh. He notices that it doesn't gain your attention. You continue to be too engrossed in your book, not giving him the attention he wants.

He takes it one step further, sliding his hand up the inside of your thighs, getting close to your panties. It grabs your attention away from your book. You subtly glance back at him, he pretends to read his paper, satisfied in his mind that he's finally gotten your attention.

But you see right through his tricks. You know he's not really reading his paper and he's teasing you on purpose. You try to beat him as his own game. You shift in his lap, pretending that you're just getting more comfortable. As you shift, you make sure to rub a bit against his cock. You feel him tense a bit, smiling to yourself.

He catches on. He moves his hand to rub you through your panties. You bite your lip to hold in your moan. You continue to try and read your book, acting like he's not affecting you.

But he can see right through you. Through the wetness in your panties where he's rubbing you. He presses his fingers a bit more firmly against you, but you hold back your reactions, which he isn't satisfied with. He wants to hear your moans. He wants to hear you beg for more, to give him all your attention instead of the book.

He slips his fingers under your panties, making direct contact, adding more pleasure to your sweet spot. Your legs twitch, closing around his hand. A small smile graces his features.

Soon, he inserts one finger into you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp. He feels your tightness around his finger. He goes slow at first, then quickens his pace once he knows you can take it. He then adds another finger, continuing at a fast pace, helping to prepare you for his thick cock.

You moan, getting close to your first orgasm, until suddenly, he stops and removes his fingers. You whine, disappointed.

He kisses the crown of your head. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you cum on my cock multiple times."

You blush. He motions for you to get up so he can take off your panties and release his hard cock from its confines. You sit back on his lap as he holds your hips.

"Ready for my cock?" You nervously gulp, intimidated by the size of his beautiful, veiny cock.

"It's s-so big! Uh, I don't think it'll fit."

"Hmm... will you let me be the judge of that, baby?"

You nod your head. He slowly inserts his cock head into you. A tight squeeze causing him to hold his breath. You slowly lower yourself on his cock, trying not to tense up too much. He notices and stops. He leans close to your ear and wraps his arms around your waist.

"It's okay. Let's go slowly. Relax. Don't push yourself." He whispers as he places sweet kisses behind your ear, on your ear, and on your neck. You begin to relax and give him the go ahead by continuing to lower yourself on his cock.

He finally fully sheaths himself inside of you, you both slightly moan from the euphoria feeling. The warmth from your walls hugging his cock making it hard to hold back, but he does for your sake. He doesn't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable. After a few moments, you begin to move, surprising him for a sec by your forwardness.

He regains his composure and grabs your hips, helping to guide you up and down his cock. The slaps from your thighs hitting his fill the room. You moan as you bounce on his cock, his cock hitting all your sweet spots. His cock veins rubbing against your walls, adding to the pleasure.

"Fuck. You feel so good. You make me want to lose control and pound into you until you scream from the pleasure." He groans in your neck.

"D-don't hold back Wrio. I wa-want it. Fuck me please." You'll soon regret those words.

He growls as he wraps his arms around your waist, making both of you stand as he begins to pound into you. Your moans become louder. You unconsciously look for something to hold onto, accidentally clawing his arms with your nails. He gasps from the slight pain, only turning him on more.

You feel the familiar warmth in your belly. Begs leave your mouth, telling him to not stop, encouraging him to continue as you get closer. He indulges you in your wishes, quickening his pace to give you a mind-breaking orgasm.

When you finally orgasm, it crashes into you like a wave. Your head falls back as you scream from the overwhelming pleasure. You have no time to recover from your orgasm as he continues his unrelenting pace.

He pants against your ear like a dog in heat. "Gonna come again, yeah? Fuck, I'm close too. Let's come together." He shifts your position, bending you over his desk. He holds your hips, watching your ass jiggle as his pelvis slaps against it. The slaps being slightly painful but pleasurable. You tighten around him causing more curses to leave his mouth.

He repeatedly tells you to cum as you're both finally sent over the edge, cumming together. You feel his warm cum fill you up as you shake and twitch from another mind-breaking orgasm. He gives a few more thrusts to ensure his cum gets deep into you until he stills his movements completely.

You both pant heavily, trying to calm down from your passionate session. He finally comes to his senses, leaning over you to pepper kisses on your neck and cheek. After he finally sees that you've relaxed, he picks you up and takes you to the couch in his office. He lays down with you on top of him. You listen to his heartbeat as he rubs your back and holds you tightly to him. He kisses your head aa you fall asleep.

~ a/n: I hope you enjoy anon~ c:

[blingblong55]

Strengths- COD men (just a few)

GRIM X COD men ^

Based on a request:

Hey! I was wondering if you could write about the cod boys with a short reader (around 5 ft/153cm) that is strong. Like they get annoyed or something because the boys are teasing them because of their height, and the reader suddenly just lifts them, or something completely, surprising them. I love your writings. It's one of my favorites on here &lt;3

A/N: I just want to say, thank you! means a lot that people do like what I write<3, all my love to you anon

(doing my favourite cod men...4 but it's some at least)

GN!Reader, platonic!relationship

You are known as the smallest in your team, always getting teased for how tall you are. You, of course, have gotten so used to this kind of banter between the team and you, it was hard at the start not to shut them up, but it became bearable. One time, as usual, they kept their little jokes running, that day was just an exhausting day for you. So, of course, they struck a nerve easily. 

Soap: 

"Mate, yer so tiny it's adorable" he laughs. And that's his first mistake, the word adorable had been said before, but seriously, out of all days today he had to call you that? "Tiny like a bunny, ye a're." Now he was just fucking with you. So many times you told him to never call you bunny and there he was, with that stupid nickname. Your dad had called you that when he belittled you, so not that fucking annoying nickname had a shit meaning to it. 

You and he were in the common room, watching so shit show on the small screen. "Shut up, Johnny." you warned. "and what will ya' do, bunny?" a smug smirk on him that would soon be wiped off. You stand up and lift him, carrying him out of the common room. His first reaction was: eyes widened, definitely looked around to see if anyone can see what the hell the small little soldier is doing. "Put me down, Grim." his voice now stern. "Yeah, no..." You carried him out until he was let down right outside the door. "Come back when you are fuckin' done dissing my height." He sits there, confused and lost, how can such a little thing carry and man his weight? That would for sure be brought up during the next meeting.

Ghost:

He isn't one for jokes, always so quiet and collected with you. No reason behind it, but that is how it was. "hey kiddo, I need you to help me with something." He never calls anyone kiddo, just you, and last week you found out it was because of your height. So, now that you are all moody and exhausted, this nickname got to you. You sat there, pretending you hadn't heard him at all. "Kid?... Grim, c'mon I need your help." He may be your lieutenant but today you won't listen, not until he finds a better nickname. 

He is a stubborn man, so he sits on the sofa in the common room and knows you hate the smell of cigarettes so he smokes one in front of you. You sit there, staring at him while he smokes. "Not moving until you come with me." You roll your eyes and stand up, right when he is about to think he won that little tantrum, you lift him, "Better hold on or I will drop you." He stays still, afraid someone your height and weight will give up on you. His cheeks were a little red, not expecting this at all and to be honest he is very embarrassed at this moment. 

Krueger:

He loves to annoy you, always has and always will. It's in him to bother you about your height and you bother him by calling him German and playing the German national anthem. But right now, when all you want to do is lay in your bed alone and cuddle your pillow, he is sitting on the edge of the bed. Trying to get a rise out of you. "Grim, Grim, Grim...Griiimmmm" You try your best to be the adult in this situation but fucks sakes are this man so annoying at times. You look up at the ceiling, trying to cancel his voice out. "Seb, fucking leave"

"not a chance little thing.." Stupid Austrians, you think. You get up from your bed and push him off. Whenever he and you sparred you could never push him away from you, he is a strong man after all. He laughed so hard and was also a bit scared, such weak little thing you were and you pushed a man his weight and size of your bed with no effort. "Mein Gott, r/n," he said in between laughs. This man will never take anything seriously, that is now clear.

Keegan:

He always was around you, only to annoy you that is. He and you had grown close after the last mission and the fact you are so young and small makes him an overprotective big brother to you. You were in the gym, trying to burn out all the energy you had left. He was there, watching you punch the punching bag, laughing a little. He walks to you, always finding something to annoy you about. "do you need me to lower the bag for you?" a smug smile on him. You look at him, "Shut the fuck up." "or what, you'll punch me with your tiny hands?" he chuckles.

You pick him up, throw him over your shoulders and to the mats you head. "Hey, put me down" you don't respond at all. His face flushed, he desperately tried to think of any technique to get off your shoulder. Others looked, but if one dared to laugh, he'd make them run for the hills. He didn't want to hurt you so he would just give you light pats on the back, "Pleaseeeeee, r/n, put me down!" You looked at logan, who finally had an opportunity to slap his bum. You motion for him to do it, "Hey, watch the hands r/n!"

A/N: my brain is barely alive atm so please spare me if this is shit

[leclsrc]

could i req a threesome with charlos :))) thank u so much and happy holidaysss!

motorsport – cl16, cs55

genre: pwp, drabble

Carlos joins in on some fun between you and your boyfriend on the way back to the hotel.

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... threesome, car sex, dumbification, degradation, dirty talk really, voyeurism/exhibitionism, edging

auds here... hope u like it anon and everyone :) sry this came so late!

You giggle into Charles’ hair when he bites into your neck, mumbling a flirty stop it when he nibbles another mark just under your jaw. His lovebites are notoriously difficult to cover up, always settling into the darkest of blues and purples that no concealer can win against. 

But that’s not what you’re worried about. That’s not what’s slowly dragging you out of the reverie of your inebriated state, forcing you to sober up and think with clarity. Charles is busy, kissing along your jaw, letting his thumb ghost over your tits, alternating those touches with hasty yanks of your dress upward.

It’s the fact that Carlos is fully sober, barely two feet away, driving all of you to your hotel.

“Charles, baby,” you say, louder this time. You suddenly feel shy remembering Carlos’ presence, like a kid caught stealing a cookie. “This can wait.” He stops moving against your neck, lets his lips travel upward until they’re pressed against your ear, then turns away from you and toward the driver’s seat in front.

“I really don’t think it can wait,” Charles says. “Do you mind, Carlos?”

“Mind what?” The latter coughs, feigning disinterest. 

“Watching my girlfriend cum in the backseat.”

A thick, tense silence spreads like fog over the car. You shut your eyes, body welling up with shame and yet arousal at the thought of being watched, played with. Used. You push your raked-up dress down further, but a hand circles your wrist to stop you. It’s a signal. Wait.

“I don’t,” Carlos says, voice low. Something stirs in the pit of your stomach. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” Charles says, smiling, “why don’t you give him a show?” You bite your lip, nodding, letting your boyfriend drag your dress upward, higher, until all you see is black lace. The delicate material is pushed aside to make way for Charles’ fingers, teasing against your pussy.

He runs a knuckle in between your folds, his thumb rough against your clit. You throw your head back. “Please,” you whimper.

Carlos can’t believe what he’s listening to right now. Prior to this, you’d been Charles’ girlfriend, the funny, pretty girl he saw every so often during race weekends. But it takes one bottle of Fireball—now you’re moaning in his backseat. Giving him a show. He knows he shouldn’t like this so much, but he’s painfully hard, and even more painfully close to swerving this car off the highway.

For his own sake, he’s actively trying to hold off on looking into the rearview mirror unless he feels he truly needs to, because he knows what he sees is going to be the death of him.

Behind him, you rut against Charles’ fingers, a silent plea for him to stuff them into you. He’d gotten you into this mess, might as well grant you an orgasm, too. But your grinding does nothing but make you so much wetter, until his fingers are almost dripping with your slick. A frustrated, quiet moan slips out of you. It’s not enough.

“Carlos, mate.” You blink—why is Charles calling his attention? “Apologies for this little brat beside me. She’s made a bit of a mess.”

Your eyes travel down, shame running through you at the sight of your slick dripping onto Carlos’ car seat. You really did make a mess, you think, whining when Charles knocks his thumb against your clit to gain your attention.

Carlos clicks his tongue. “I’d been told you were a good girl,” he says. You pretend to remain nonchalant, eyes trained on the road ahead, suddenly cornered. Charles chuckles beside you, remarks some crass sentence about how you just got even wetter. 

“I am good,” you insist. “I’ll prove it.”

Your boyfriend shoves two thick fingers into you, watching and feeling you clench around him, more slick pouring out of your tight hole. He thrusts them in and out, pushing you into a blissed out state. You grind harder against his hand, involuntary moans escaping your mouth as you near release.

You’re so tight, so close, in such a short amount of time—Charles can guess why. He stuffs a third finger in, doesn’t wait up for you to feel the stretch as they pump in and out of you. Your brain is clouded, focusing only on how his fingers press, hard and insistent, against the spot inside of you that makes you whine.

He doesn’t slow down, reaching deep and rubbing against your g-spot when his other hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. Your mind is barely coherent, eyes fluttering with ecstasy. You gonna be a good girl? He asks. 

You nod, delirious. Then he says: Go apologize to Carlos.

Suddenly shy, you freeze and shake your head, but his fingers slow as a result. It’s clear he’s telling you, not asking, and you grit your teeth and throw your head back. “I said apologize, sweetheart,” he says, voice deceivingly charming as he feels you pulse around him.

“Carlos,” you say, shaky, “I—I’m sorry.”

Charles takes a moment to thrust even harder, to muddle your brain even more, get you drooling and dumb just for them. You’re losing your train of thought, Carlos knows this, but still he asks, “Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for making a mess,” you say. You could sob with how intense Charles’ fingers fuck into you, fast into your greedy, sopping cunt. “A big mess. Made a big mess.” Your voice is damp and breathless with the need to cum, your hips rolling to meet Charles’ hand. He rubs your swollen clit in tight circles, knocks louder whimpers out of you. All anyone can hear is the squelch of your pussy and your pathetic moans.

“Gonna cum, princess?” Charles asks, voice rough against your ear. You nod desperately. You can almost taste release, climax—then. “Carlos, should we let her cum?”

Charles continues thrusting and you stave off your orgasm, whining. He’s basically using you, holding a coherent conversation while he drives you to finishing. Carlos tuts. “She’s been good, Charles. Go ahead, let her cum.”

“You have, haven’t you?” Charles asks, and you nod along, biting your lip to channel your pleasure somewhere. Your eyes gravitate toward the rearview mirror, glassy and huge, waiting for Carlos to look. To give you attention, to see how wrecked he and your boyfriend have gotten you in the backseat of his own car. Charles has you shaking and eking out whimpers and moans then, so overwhelmed with pleasure you’re gushing slick all over the seat again.

Your tongue lolls out and you gasp, meeting Carlos’ eyes right then. “Fuck, Charles—I’m—I’m gonna cum, Carlos, I—!”

He thrusts one last time into your overstimulated pussy, your thighs shaking as your release spills all over his wrist and the seat. You pant, spent. Blinking through the haze of your orgasm, you find yourself belatedly realizing you’ve been parked at the basement level already. 

Carlos unbuckles his seatbelt. “About that apology, baby...”

[dailygale]

Hi DailyGale! Thank you for this blog :D

Do you have any headcanons about our favourite sadboy wizard?

Hi Anon! Thank you for being so kind 💚!

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to reply, but I didn't want to disappoint so I've spent a bit of time thinking on this. Unfortunately I don't think I have all that many headcanons for Gale. Most of my headcanon brain space is spent on my Tavs, sorry to say, and most of my Gale headcanons are a biproduct of them. But I may have a few just for him, let's see lol.

He's below average height. This man's got short king energy and I love it for him. He uses mage hand to reach the books on the high shelves, though Tara's been a great help in that regard too.

An only child to a single mum, and a big mama's boy about it too

His hair is usually much shorter but he hasn't been keeping up on cutting it since he locked himself away in his tower and couldn't visit his barber. Same with his beard, which he used to shave daily.

He's demi

He's a giver, and acts of service is his love language but he's not completely altruistic about it. He likes to give in part because it makes him look good, and will make people like him more.

His first time being physically intimate with someone since the orb is...almost comically short. It's a hit to his pride but he pretends it's not.

He does not have a six-pack.

He's a big baby when he's sick. Not the chronic orb pain, he tries to downplay that for the sake of his own ego, but a regular old fashioned head cold will knock him out. He's very dramatic about it.

it's a fairly short list, I hope that's alright 😅 and I don't even know if all of these are strictly considered headcanons but. Ehh. I tried 🙃

[mayasaurusss]

haii I can request modern lottie headcanos ?

Warnings: Jock (but also nerdy?) Lottie, Lottie is a loser-virgin, use of every single cliche in the book, for the sake of the story let's pretend they have this instant chemistry moment, fluff fic, humorous writing, not proof read, the author regrets begin born.

A/N: hey anon, remeber when I said I had an idea and wanted to make this a oneshot instead of a headcanon? Well, I completley forgot my idea and this brewed in my head last minute, so I tried to put this thing thogeter. This story isn't very good but I hope you will like it!

Lottie is one of the most popular girls in school. She is on the soccer team, she is rich and she is beautiful, men and women alike fall to their feets for her attention. She simply has to get to the top of everything, whether it is school or soccer, making the ones around her jealous of her or to be her. Lottie is tough, both in body and spirit: during practice she manages to get going for hours, even when her teammates are tired. During exams, she remembers almost everything she studied and only a few times she has failed, due to laziness and too much faith in her abilities. She has told herself to never slack off ever again and so she continues practicing after school in her backyard, no matter if it's freezing or raining or just a bad day, she pushes her body to the limit almost every day. She studies hours on hours on hours, just after her endless practice, till midnight; sometimes she consumes her dinner while studying for her next exam. Lottie has virtually no time for herself anymore, but she knows it's her fault. She knows that she does this to appease her father's wishes for her life and that she will never make him proud. She tells herself that she's ok, that she can continue doing this without repercussions.

She is on fire today, she has just passed one of the most difficult tests of the year without breaking a sweat attracting to herself the envy of various people -and Natalie's-, had successfully exposed a presentation in class -"How cults can change people psyche", by Lottie Matthews-, and now is practicing, having just scored a goal after being chased by Taissa and making her repeatedly taking her to the ground. Lottie is triumphant, sweat coating her skin and a smile gracing her lips, the same smile that made people develop crushes for her. "Ok team, I want you to try and score a goal, Lottie, Taissa and Van, you guys try to stop them, ok?" Coach Ben says.

Lottie moves to her place near Taissa, ignoring the looks the girl gives her, Van behind the, waiting for the ball. When the coach blows the whistle, the teams move: Shauna passes the ball to Mari, in a fake attempted attack from right, trying to get past Taissa, the ball is passed to Laura Lee who has already run across the field enough to not be worried about Taissa. The only obstacles left between her and the goal are Lottie and Van. The latter won't be a problem, when Laura will kick the ball from the underside angle, sending it to the far corner of the net; the real problem is Lottie. The girl is tall and strong enough to turn the situation to her favor and virtually leave Laura's and the rest of the team empty handed. And, to top it all off, she's on fire today. So, Laura Lee devises a plan: as soon as Lottie will corner her, she will fall back and kick the ball as high as she can, attempting to send it through the net. Lottie will not budge, she thinks, -"She is too smart to fall for this..."- but she will at least attempt to try.

Lottie has stayed still until now, determined to be the one to stop her teammates. Her muscles tighten, ready to strike, until her attention is on someone else, someone on the seats.

There are quite a few people here besides you and your friends. They had invited you to watch the Yellowjackets practice, more in particular to watch the Yellowjackets practice. You have sat in the nearest line to the field, wanting to crawl out of your seat whenever one of your friends made a loud remark about one of the girls. "Like, oh my God look at Natalie '' Hayley sighs dreamily, "I want to make sexy pottery with her '' Jessica scoffs at her "Say what you want about Natalie. Have you looked at coach Ben? He is so hot!" she says while twirling a strand of her hair. "I think he's gay Jessica..." she gasps "How would you know? The other day I saw him handing to Travis a bunch of condoms, he must like girls!", "That's not how it works Jessica..." you argue with her "Shut up," she scoffs at you. You turn your head away from her to avoid her anger, looking towards the field as you see number seven -Lottie, that must be her name- moving in position to defend the net. "...and how would you know? Your life is so boring, you never even had a relationship yet!"eyes scanning her face up and down, you look at Jessica ``I haven't but at least I don't drool for every human beginning in school" you remark at her, earning a glare that could kill.

"Shut up! Stupid asshole..." your eyes return to the soccer field, now focused back on the players: you see Lottie staring at you, her eyes never leaving yours even for a split second, you and your friends must've been loud for her attention to be on anything else other than practice. Neither you or her break eye contact, both in an almost hypnotic state, so, neither you or her notice Laura Lee screaming out for her teammate.

The second Lottie refocuses back on the game, the ball hits her face at full speed; Lottie stumbles back holding her nose, blood flowing freely from it, she loses her footing and falls on the ground. "Fuuuck!'' The team rushes to their friend, Laura Lee is profusely apologizing while trying to hold her best friend who isn't in the right mood to be manhandled. Coach Ben kneels next to Lottie and inspects her face: on the bridge of the nose, right where the ball has hit her, Lottie has a small red bump and her nose seems to be slightly pushed to the left side. "We need to take the infirmary..." he states and helps Lottie up, before Misty can get her hands on her classmate's face and cause more damage. She walks back with Ben with shame, and when she looks back to see you worried over her, she can't bring herself to look at you.

At the infirmary, she gets a pack of cold ice and after one hour, the nurse, a middle aged old woman who looks like she's done with life, walks over to her and takes away the ice pack. Her hands move and test around Lottie's nose, manhandling her -she looks like a small scared child-. "Take a deep breath with your mouth...", she's confused as hell but does so, feeling the nurse's hands move again on her nose, "...and don't panic". -What?- the nurse's fingers block her nose and push strongly to the right side, readjusting the bone. Lottie lets out a banshee-like scream "Fuck me!" and she hold her face, muffling her scream in her hands, "Don't move too much or you could crook it again". Her fingers move across the nose skin, it definitely hurts but now she can breathe again: the nose still has a small red bump at the middle of its length. "Yeah, that's not going away", the nurse says while arranging some things in a box, "What?".

Her father had wanted to sue both the nurse and Laura Lee's family as soon as he saw how his daughter's nose looked, but with some convincing, Lottie had managed to make his anger drop. Today, some time after the whole fiasco, Shauna has come to pick her up for school, usually she would use her father's limo but today she felt like beginning with a friend -and exploiting her a bit- than with the old decrepit driver her father hired. As soon as she enter Shauna's car, the other girl lets out a small pained hiss at Lottie's nose. "...Is it that noticeable...?", Shauna let's out a small hum and moves uncomfortably under Lottie's dark gaze. "I mean... I see it because I was there, but it's not tha-" Shauna is interrupted by Lottie's frustrated sigh and cries. "God! This is just what I needed..." she mutters into her hand, Shauna drops her hand on her friend's shoulder "Come on...It's not that bad, no one will notice". Lottie moves to look at Shauna, her eyes are tearful, "That's literally the first thing you noticed about me today". A gulp travels down Shauna's throat "Uhm..." the taller girl looks her dead in the eyes "This is the part where you, as a friend, would comfort me". The car engine starts, Shauna lets out a embarassed cough while she starts to move the car "...Let's go".

"Ouch..." Taissa says to her while munching her sandwich, the whole soccer team is in the cafeteria for lunch, Lottie had been the last one to join the team 'cause her classes ended later, of course that would involve her not-so-glorious entrance in the room, where everyone had looked at her weird or with pity. "Laura Lee hasn't come today...She's feeling pretty guilty for what she's done. I think this will stay inside her little fanatic brain for a while" Taissa laughs while exchanging a kiss with Van, "And she's right. If I were you, Lottie, I would have punched her in the face ages ago" Natalie barges in the conversation. "Changing topic, tonight there's a party. At Randy's' ' the blonde girl mutters while focused on rolling something that Lottie is pretty sure isn't a normal cig, "I don't know if I'll be there... I don't feel really good". Natalie lets out a scoff, momentarily messing up her rolling before continuing again, "Come on Lottie, It's only a party. Besides, your 'little incident' is not that visible ''. Taissa stares at Natalie with a look that says 'Really?' , "Geez, how about some fucking decency Natalie?" she spats out receiving a roll of eyes from the other girl "The point is, going to a party won't be that big of a deal". Everyone seems to turn to Lottie, waiting for her response, "...Ok".

Night has come, and with it, Lottie's uneasiness. The party had proved to be a lot more crowded than she imagined, it was packed with people who were beginning to drink by the time the Yellowjackets had come. Jackie had placed her hand on Lottie's shoulder, stroking it reassuringly "Don't worry Lottie, we won't go anywhere" and for a split second, Lottie had believed her and smiled reproaching the smile, before she had looked away -for one fucking second-, and all of her team had left to so their things: Taissa and Van had two red cups in their hands and were flirting to one angle of the room, Jackie had blindedly followed Jeff somewhere with Shauna trailing behind her and Natalie was gone to God knows where, probably doing drugs with those toxics of her friends. So, as she had been sure all this time, Lottie was alone. A sigh escaped her lips, her brows furrowing in annoyance and creating a small wrinkle between them, and worry showing in her eyes. She makes a bee line to the kitchen, finding it almost empty except for a drunk couple in one of the dark corners; on the table amidst all the discarded red cups and leftover foods, sits a clear glass bowl of red-blood punch with some ice and a slice of orange floating in. Lottie takes one of the clean cups and fills it to the brim with alcohol. She drinks her worries away feeling the liquid heat her from within, before she knows she has gulped down half of it. Her hands search for her cigarettes in her jeans pocket, finding only a few left: taking one she holds it between her lips but realizes she has forgotten her lighter at home, "As if this night couldn't be any worse...".

When you walk into the kitchen, you see the same girl who yesterday almost got half of her face blown off -Lottie, you remind yourself-.

She's dressed in high waisted dark gray jeans, a long sleeved black shirt and a pair of glasses which made her look far more nerdy than she might have intended. "Oh, hi!" she turns around so quickly that some of the liquid spills out of the cup and pours on her fingers, but she doesn't seem to care all that much, all her attention is on you. "H-Hi...!". Walking over to her, you smile "You are Lottie right? You got pretty hurt some time ago, huh?", gulping down dryly her eyes focused on your lips resting on the cup ridge "Uhhhh, uh, ehm, yes yeas, yeah that's me...". Eyes hazy and unfocused, she doesn't hear you calling out for her "...ttie. Lottie? Earth calls to Lottie, are you there?" she jolts up a second, straighten her spine and avoids to look you in the eye. "Uh, yeah I'm here, just a little distracted" her throat clears and she lets out a small laugh. You look at her, you notice the way she seems to be around you: gone is the confident jock from the soccer team, all that's left of her is a girl who's too shy to talk without stuttering every few seconds. "Say, would you like to get to know each other?" her throat clears before she nods her head slightly with a little smile. "So, what do you like to do, you know, besides soccer?" you lean on the table while sipping on the punch, "Well, I like partying, usually, and -you know- soccer is all my life. I play the guitar sometimes..." your gasp interrupts her, "You'll have to let me hear something one day!". Lottie tells you more about her life: she tells you about her father and mother, about how she's always alone in that big cold house of hers, about how she likes the soccer team a lot -except Jackie sometimes- and of her love for teen dramas, especially Dawson's Creek.

The alcohol starts to make your body heat, she looks so good under dimmed lights; you sip down the last drops of the alcohol and throw the empty cup on the table, slightly scaring Lottie. "Would you like to dance?" her eyes move to yours and shakes her head in approval "Of course!" you take her cup and set it on the table, placing your hand on hers and leading her to the living room.

The room is lit by red light, the music is so loud it makes her heart jump in her chest, but Lottie can barely hear it over the loud beating of her heart in her ears. You get close to her body and feel its heat, how her skin shivers when you touch her a little too long and how she can't even place her shaky hands on you. Everything is slow, heated, the red lights paint Lottie in a way you haven't seen before; you lock eyes with her and for a moment, you feel the need to kiss her, even if you have known her only for a few hours. You get closer to her, so much so that you can feel the raspiness of her breath when you eye her lips. It isn't surprising then when, in the euphoria you're both experiencing, you don't hear the heavy steps of someone getting closer to you.

You get yanked from Lottie's grip, someone spins you around until you've met with his face again. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he snaps at you, his brows are furrowed and he looks even more of a rabid dog than when you left him. "Hello Brandon..." he grips your arms tighter, bruising your skin underneath; his breath is on your face,reeking of alcohol. "Hello'? What the fuck are you doing with this bitch?!" he starts to tug you around, all the while continuing to spit in your face insults.

As soon as he lets go of you Lottie reaches out and manhandles you behind her; a stern look appears on her face. "Hey, what's your problem?" she looks him up and down, studying him "My problem is you, and people like you" he spats out. "Like me?" she can feel her blood pressure rising, his implication not missed by Lottie.

Brandon's friends are near him, some giggle but others are trying to hold him down from exploding further. "Yeah, people like you and this bitch over here" he gestures at you with a nod, he seems to get even more red than he was before, almost looking rabid, "What the fuck are you talking about?".

Brandon seems to have been pushed over the edge, a wild look in his eyes, he sweats and screams on Lottie's face "You fucking faggots! You gross shit! Scum like you shouldn't even exist!" people are gathering now near, the music seems to almost have gone silent, flashes and giggles surround you. Lottie grips your hand tight, so tight that it hurts, "Lottie..." she turns around, her other hand placed on your hip and starts to lead you out of the party.

"Let's go" her voice wavering: for a split second, she saw her father spilling insults at her after she had told what she really was. "Yeah you better go! We don't want disgusting shits like you around here" Brandon is held back by his friends when he attempts to chase after you.

Through her clouded mind, Lottie doesn't miss Brandon's next words "You aren't even that good at soccer, I bet your father is really proud of his shitty disgusting lizzie daughter". Lottie feels her knuckles crush bone beneath them, and regains her consciousness, realizing she had punched Brandon right on the nose, in the exact same way she was hit the day's priors. He falls on his ass in the middle of his friend group, spurting insults and imprecations at you and Lottie. Before you can look at him, you're tugged out of the party. You run with Lottie, both with the fear that he might get out of his friend's grapes and follow you; you run across the small patch of woods just outside of Randy's house.

The night is lit by countless stars in the sky, wind blows through the trees and inside of your heart an euphoric feeling blooms. When you end up at the other side of the trees, in a clearance, you start to laugh at your heart's content; your laugh is so contagious that it starts to affect Lottie too -who previously was looking at you like you were mad- making her let out chuckles of her own.

You hold on to her, much like you did when you were at the party, she hides her face into your neck while still giggling: you start to notice the position you're in, her breath hitches when she notices how close you are and -more importantly- where her face is. Dark eyes reflect the night sky, she looks at you with something akin to adoration for a second, before she composes herself and let go of you, clearing her throat. "So ummm... who was that guy?" you rethink about the events of the night and -trying not to think- about how good Lottie looks right now. "He was my ex-boyfriend. He has been going a bit crazy since I broke up with him. I told him I... liked girls and he has been bothering me ever since I left him" Lottie let's out a small 'oh' of approval, taking in all that you said. "So... you like girls" she hums in thought; you inadvertently let out a laugh "Of course! I thought it was pretty obvious from how I was looking at you". Her face becomes beet red -'Shit, I looked so stupid! Why did I asked that?!'-, she scratches the back of her head while averting your gaze. Her hand is held by yours, she follows your movement and when she turns around, she's met with your lips on hers. She can't move the lips back, too stunned by your action to reciprocate the kiss but just when you thought of pulling away -'maybe she doesn't like me'- you feel her hands cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss. -'Whoa... sparks...'- she thinks while deepening the kiss even more, it feels like millions of little light sparks shine on you and her. She's so close you can barely breathe, the air itself feels intoxicating, this is just too good to be true. When you pull away, both of you are blushing and messy, she looks amazing under the moonlight: hair messy, glasses slightly sliding to the side, skin so red and eyes watery. "Wow... this feels very... romantic..." she sighs into your neck, holding your chest to hers "We should do this more often..." you kiss her again, giddy, holding onto her neck "We definitely should!".

Something moves in the bushes rapidly, making both of you jolt up in fear that your ex might've catched up, Lottie is already ready to throw another punch, just when from the darkness between the trees, the Yellowjackets appear, all of them. "G-God!" an echo of 'oooh's' rise up from the group, Van begins the lead of them "Oh so that's what you were doing Lottie! We feared you got into a fight!". Van gets closer to you two, throwing her arm around Lottie's shoulders "Are you gonna introduce your 'friend' to us?", the taller girl puffs out a breath in annoyance "Oh fuck off!".

[pix3lplays]

Another middle of the night request. At this point I might need a name for you to recognize me ( maybe 🌺anon?)

Anyways, how about hsr men posing as reader's boyfriend? (jingyuan, Dan heng, loucha and blade) reader being an absolute rock and her parents suggesting setting her up on blind dates. Then she is like, going to her bff and saying "You won't believe how the universe is trying my patience right now" and character be like "Oh, I have an idea. Hear me out"

I can picture jingyuan milking every bit of that moment, and being all touchy touchy on the pretext of "not giving themselves away"

PS: The nickname pix came from my exhausted ass, writing requests at 3 am, and not being able to associate the "3" in your username as "e" 😭😭

But I am glad you like it 💞

Hiii, 🌺anon!

I can do this…I think I got a little lost in your request though so I’m just sticking firmly to the fake dating trope, so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted

well I like Pix, regardless of the origin😂😂

-Fake dating the HSR men-

Jing Yuan: Jing Yuan doesn’t need to know the reason Why you want to fake date him. He’s down. He’s just like “yes, let’s do it dear,” and you’re like “I haven’t even explained wh-” and he’s like “YES. Let’s do it.” It’s really really fun to fake date Jing Yuan. He’s got so much personality, turns out. He is a little touchy feely to “keep up appearances” but at the end of the day, you don’t really mind. Oh my gosh. You’re falling in love with your best friend…

Dan Heng: I could see you fake dating Dan Heng for a mission…and then slowly you realize you’re actually in love with your friend…it’s crazy and awkward and slow but oh my gosh you’re in love with Dan Heng, and this whole fake dating experience is making him realize he really likes you in that way too…

Luocha: I think Luocha would gladly pretend to be your boyfriend. Secretly he’s been thinking about dating you, and this is almost like a trial run, haha. The plan goes off without a hitch right?? You pretend your dating so your parents will get off your back about finding someone. But the two of you, fake dating, end up having a lot of fun together?? Turns out you really enjoy your best friend’s company in That way??

Blade: I could also see the two of you fake dating for a mission, but Blade is probably really bad at faking being your boyfriend. So bad. He calls you “baby” and you both feel uncomfortable…but he is trying! For the sake of Elio…He wouldn’t be touchy feely with you, even if the mission called for it though. This is Blade we’re talking about. I’d be amazed if you could convince him to hold your hand…

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

You asked for a the grabber request and you gonna have it >:) GN reader who was really close on successfully escaping but the grabber was chasing them around the house and right when they were going to the front door Max walks in and he gets confused as why there's is a stranger in the house and the grabber tells him they're his "partner" (big lies lol) and now reader has to pretend to be the grabber's "partner" for the sake of their survival?

Oh I LOVE this!! You're speaking my language there anon 😍

The Grabber Imagine: Being forced to pretend to be his partner

Content/Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, Fake Relationship, Kidnapping, Knife on readers throat, Pet names, SEXUAL TENSION, Also size kink vibes asdfh

You were the first to break the pattern, the first adult to be taken away by the notorious kidnapper and presumed Serial Killer they called 'The Grabber'. He had installed an everlasting fear in a community that used to be lively and peaceful, and now that you were gone as well nobody would feel safe anymore. Not even the adults.

You weren't there for long yet, or maybe you were and you haven't noticed, but but the Grabber hasn't yet made it clear what he was planning on doing with you, but sometimes you would wake up and he would be watching you. He would be observing you in the only way your behavior would remain natural in his presence– unconscious.

But eventually you saw an opening, you saw a chance to escape that wasn't just posing to be an opportunity when it was most likely a trap. Because he did this before, he wouldn't just forget to lock the door on you.

This time however.. felt like a real mistake of his, and you wouldn't let that one pass. So you ran, feeling, no hoping that he might not notice but then he jumped around the corner and you ran right into the tall mans chest, looking up to see the devilish smirking mask and eyes that were widened in predatory excitement over your disobedience, even if it wasn't expected.

You squeaked like a mouse when he wrapped his arms tightly around your smaller form, trapping you against him as you struggled to free yourself- unsuccessfully, until you decided to crouch down and slip out from below, holding onto the fabric of his pants for a moment as to not loose balance- then you bucked it and ran the other way.

He was surprised for a moment when you crouched down and actually freed yourself, and.. stunned by how it felt when you clung to his pants for that brief second. He exhaled with a laugh- and chased after you.

"Oh darling, go fast or I'll catch up soon!" He called after you in a sing song voice, running after you quickly as you tried out the lock on the door- almost, almost!!

He caught up to you, approaching you when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye through the window- his brother was coming home! For fucks sake.. he growled, reluctantly taking off his mask and quickly coming up behind you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, grabbing a knife from the drawer to hold it against your neck. That made you stop it your tracks, inhaling quickly you felt his broad chest on your back as he leaned down to speak into your ear.

"Now, you're gonna behave and do what I say or I'll cut open that pretty throat of yours alright? My brother is going to come in any second, you're gonna make him believe we're together or there will be consequences." He growled, letting the tension show that he was feeling as well facing a possible exposure to his brother.

You nodded quickly, and he put back the knife, spinning you around to look at him, for the first time umasked. He had a sharp edged face and now that they weren't framed by the mask you were met with blue eyes. For a moment you just stared, you couldn't help it.

It was when the door opened that you looked away and saw his younger brother stopping in his tracks as well-

"Ugh.. Hi! Hello, who are you?" He asked, blinking at you and his brother so closely to each other. The Grabber let you go, but not without squeezing your hips as a warning.

"A-Ah hello, I don't know if he told you.. about.. us, but we're together. I'm Y/n."

Could you talk your way out of here? Pretending you needed something outside? No- he would insist on getting it for you and then punish you for this attempt when he came back.

Your gaze switched between you and the open door, his brother closed it and put down the groceries.

"I See! Well I'm Max, are you staying for the night? I'll make enough for all of us then.." He reached a hand into the grocery bag. Then you had an idea- "No, let me cook for you! You just came home from shopping, you are tired for sure. See it as a way to make up for all the time I'll be spending here."

Max beamed at you, then at his brother. "Oh that's amazing, I'll take you up on that offer! Just.." He gestured to the kitchen, "Make yourself at home!" He pat his brother on the shoulder before going to the next room, seemingly very satisfied with his choice of an significant other.

The Grabber locked the door again, making eye contact with you. There was no way out, you would play that role until his brother was gone again. And until then you were not only safe, you also had room for opportunities.

"Be careful love" He said, and grabbed your face firmly, "I don't want you to hurt yourself hmm?" He ran his large thumb over your bottom lip, slightly dipping it before letting go again.

"I'll be in the next room for a while."

You were alone, not for long, but you were alone closer to the exit than you've ever been. But he was probably still close by, still very alert. You couldn't just go right away.

So you started cooking.

It was dark outside by the time the kitchen filled with a delicious smell, one that made you want to dig in right away after the little food he had given you in the past few days.

Your gaze dropped to the knife on the counter that you used to cut up the vegetables, it glistened in the dim light of the kitchen. You took it and slowly slid it down your pants- that was it what you were waiting for all evening. He dropped by ever so often to look after you, but the last few times took longer so now you saw your chance to hide in on your body.

Once you were down there again you would strike when he didn't expect it.

"That smells delicious." His voice made you jump, but you tried to keep busy with the food on the stove to make him unaware of what you just did.

he came up behind you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he gazed over your shoulder. You could smell his musk, feel how much space his large hands took over on you. You felt yourself getting goosebumps, gripping the spoon in your hand a little tighter.

"T..Thank you." You mumbled an answer.

Then his hand slid over your belly, making you gasp in surprise. You could see your reflection in the kitchen window behind a darkened street, saw how he towered over you from behind. Then his fingers slightly dipped under the hem of your pants, making you push your body back a little in response. Your backside was met with his front, which made him groan darkly. Your cheeks reddened but your palms were cold in fear.

"Is that a knife or are you just excited to see me darling?" He chuckled lowly. Fuck- he knew.

His warm fingertips were slightly above your underwear, touching skin, before he grabbed the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out.

"Tsk tsk tsk.." he let go of you and dropped it in the sink.

"Max! Come over, dinner is ready." At that moment the timer rang, and you turned off the stove. You served dinner, and all of you sat down to eat. That was probably the only moment in this god forsaken house that you didn't feel any fear or tension, you just dug into the food that you craved to have so much in the last few days down there.

Max complimented your cooking, the Grabber put the fork in his mouth and added a moment later "You do have a lot more than the eye meets dear." He impaled another vegetable with his cutlery, "You should do this more often."

Eventually it was time for Max to go, and for the presumably last time you saw that exit open again as he left.

Now you were left alone with the Grabber again.

He was still sat in his chair, and gestured at you to come over. You did so, knowing that making it for the unlocked door in thus proximity to him would not end successfully.

He seemed pleased when you instead followed his order, and eyed you with a tilted head. "You were good for me this evening, mostly at least."

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto his lap. His arm came around your back to hold you while his other hand still held your wrist in the air.

"I am going to keep you. I like you better up here with me." He smirked darkly at you, resembling that devilish mask.

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If you like this content please let me know so I'll write more of it!!

I'm not gonna get any motivation from silence in my comment and ask box y'know

[addictedtoreverse1999]

In honor of Pocky Day recently, can I request Pocky Game headcannons/drabbles with Tennant and Melania? Thank youuu ;w;

Winter's Notes: Ofc anon! Hope you like it, my writing skills aren't the greatest! Also.. did Pocky even exist back then??? *cue existential crisis*

Style: Headcanons + Drabbles

MASTERLIST

Feel free to request!

Warnings: Fluff, and ________________, GN Reader [reader is referred as milady in Tennant's part.], Established Relationship. Second Person, and slightly shifts between narration and actual dialogue.

Side Note: The Pocky game is a game where two people who are fine and willing to possibly kiss each other put a Pocky stick in their mouths, and then bite it. Whoever let goes first wins. The other way is kissing.

-Alright, let's be honest. Tennant would definitely suggest playing the Pocky game only because she wants to kiss you.

The moment Tennant came up to you with that playful glint in her eyes, you knew you were screwed.

"Come on, milady! It'll be fun! And I get to kiss you as an added bonus!" You groaned, finally giving in at Tennant's insistent nagging. [it was mainly flirting, but whatever.] Tennant would definitely by smirking as she grabbed the Pocky, sticking it between the two of you. The game would proceed with Tennant purposely losing and you having to kiss her so she would feel better.

- Melania would probably be quite reserved, so I'm betting that she would never in her own right mind suggest or play the Pocky game. However, for the sake of things, let's just say she agreed.

"Do we really have to do this?" Melania's expression was still deadpan, the opposite of your excited expression. "Of course!" The game went like this: You were trying your best to not giggle and accidentally drop the Pocky, and Melania reluctantly playing the game before giving you a quick peck on the lips before blushing and pretending nothing happened.

It was a victory in your book.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: another anon request who wanted angst and dramatic obsessive dark love. hope you'll enjoy it!

Warnings: angst/suggestive, heartbreak, possessive behaviour.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You are a healer who serves Uhtred, travelling with him and his men to keep them healthy at all times, You and Sihtric quickly fell in love, and became inseparable. But when Sihtric suddenly left in the night without saying a word, things changed.

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Masterlist

'You will choose me, lady.'

'You've got something to say, boy?' Uhtred asked.

'I do,' Sihtric said, holding Uhtred at sword point, 'yield to me.'

You, Finan and Osferth froze as Uhtred dropped his sword. Then suddenly Uhtred and Sihtric broke out in laughter and hugged. You all soon understood everything had been a setup and everything had been carefully planned. Sihtric falling out with Uhtred, Sihtric leaving in the dead of night, taking the prisoners with him. It was all play pretend, only so Sihtric could apparently spy in Cnut's camp for a while.

Everyone hugged Sihtric, but you were quick to hide behind Finan, who you had grown rather fond of while Sihtric was away. Finan had been just as baffled as you by Sihtric's sudden departure, and you found comfort in each other. You stayed up late, talking to each other, crying in each other's arms when needed and slowly but surely making each other smile again. Sihtric had broken your heart, and you felt he had betrayed you. And so you ended up in Finan's tent more than once after Sihtric had left.

'My lady,' Sihtric said, reaching out to you, but you stepped back and Finan pulled you in his arms, a little awkwardly.

Sihtric frowned, his eyes darting between you and the Irish man.

'My love?' Sihtric asked, a little alarmed when you wouldn't look at him, 'come here?' he asked, holding his hands out to you.

'No,' you said, refusing to leave Finan's side or look your former lover in his mismatched eyes.

'Finan?' Sihtric asked the man, 'what is the meaning of this?'

'Look,' Finan sighed, but you interrupted him.

'I hope you die without a weapon in hand!' you spat at Sihtric and stormed off, with Osferth following you immediately.

Sihtric was shocked, bewildered at your words and behaviour towards him. He truly thought you would understand his reason for leaving the way he had done. That it was never personal and that he absolutely never stopped loving you. He thought your bond was stronger and deeper than anything else. But he didn't realise how hurt you had been.

'Look,' Finan said again, 'you broke her heart, mate,' he paused, brushing his hand through his dark hair, 'she… I… we found comfort in each other.'

'Comfort?' Sihtric frowned, feeling the anger build up inside of him, 'you touched my woman?'

'I… we're sort of together, Sihtric, I'm sorry,' Finan said, feeling guilty, 'we thought you'd never come back, you betrayed us for Christ's sake!'

'Except I didn't betray you!' Sihtric raised his voice, 'it was all a trick!'

'Which we didn't know!' Finan groaned, 'she didn't know!'

'Uhtred,' Sihtric snapped, 'how could you let this happen? Let them happen? You knew she was mine!'

'I…' Uhtred began, confused at the sudden reveal of you and Finan.

'No one knew about us,' Finan confessed, 'we kept it hidden. She was fragile enough already, after what you did,' he said, looking at Sihtric, 'and we couldn't risk the side-eyes from you guys,' he looked at Uhtred.

'No,' Sihtric said, hurt and angry, 'no, you can't have her. She's mine!'

'Sihtric,' Finan sighed, 'she's not someone's property.'

'She is mine! She belongs to me!' Sihtric snarled, 'if you wish to make the square, Finan, then let us do it.'

'No,' Uhtred said, having a deja-vu to his staged argument with Sihtric before he left, 'there will be no fighting. We'll resolve this, but first we will go back to camp. We will eat, sleep, and go over this when our heads are clear again, okay? And you, Sihtric, are not done yet. You will go back to Cnut.'

'Fine,' Sihtric snarled, after which Uhtred walked back to camp, leaving both men alone, staring at each other.

'I will kill you in your sleep,' Sihtric hissed to Finan before he walked away, back to Cnut's camp.

And Finan held you in his arms that night, but he didn't sleep.

The next day Sihtric found you again and followed you, down to the river, where you went to fetch fresh water for your camp. You had been unaware of his presence, thinking he was still spending time over at Cnut's camp, until he snuck up behind you, circling his arms around you and pulling you against his body.

'My love,' he breathed in your ear.

You tried to break out of his embrace, but your knees were weak upon hearing his voice, and Sihtric was simply too strong. Something you always loved and, if you were honest, something you still loved. Sure, you had some sort of feelings for Finan, but nothing would ever compare to what you felt for Sihtric. But after the way he had left you, you knew you could never trust him again. The way it had seemed so easy for him to just leave you without a single word.

'What are you doing?!' you hissed as Sihtric turned you to face him, pushing you up against a tree.

'Trying to kiss my woman,' Sihtric smiled, looking you up and down.

'I'm not your woman anymo-,'

'I missed you,' Sihtric continued, trapping you against the tree with his body, 'I love you.'

'Sihtric, no,' you tried to convince yourself you wanted him to stop, but the feeling of his lips on your neck and his hands on your hips made you fall in love all over again.

'Stop me if you don't want me,' he said, slowly hiking up your skirt.

'Sihtric,' you sighed, allowing his body between your thighs as he loosened his belt, the sound of it arousing you instantly.

'Stop me if you don't want me,' he said again, dropping his breeches and pulling you closer.

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.

'Please,' you murmured, desperately wanting to feel your former lover inside you, 'Sihtric, please…'

And it didn't take long before you finally felt him again, after all the time you were apart. And it was a pleasant, familiar feeling, as you made fast, rough love out there in the woods. It was the hardest make-up sex you ever had, and you hated yourself for enjoying him so much. You hated yourself for loving him so much, and you hated yourself for not trusting him anymore. 

'This doesn't mean I'm yours again,' you said afterwards, adjusting your skirt, 'things will never be the same again between us.'

'You are mine,' Sihtric said, fixing his belt, then walked over to you, grabbing your chin, 'and mine only,' he said and kissed your lips, before heading back to Cnut's camp, while you headed back to your own camp.

The next couple of days were awkward. Skade had been retrieved and so Sihtric had left Cnut's camp, and he was completely back in your life again. You tried to avoid the Dane, which Skade noticed and she was clearly amused by the whole love affair.

Sihtric kept eyeing you up, wherever you went, and everyone noticed it. Sihtric didn't care about being subtle. And you confronted him about it the next chance you had, which was several days later, as Sihtric had followed you deep into the forest.

'Are you in love with Finan?' he asked, making his presence known.

'No,' you said, 'not really. I love him, but not like that. I just needed comfort, after you broke my heart, which he gave me.'

Sihtric hummed softly, looking you up and down. He was desperate for you, he was obsessed with you and would stop at nothing to have you again. But he didn't know he would never fully have you again.

'Finan is a good man,' you said softly.

'He is,' Sihtric agreed, 'but I won't let him have my woman.'

'I am not your woman!' you snapped.

'You are,' Sihtric said sternly as he stepped closer, 'you are mine.'

You sighed. Loudly. 'You have to get over yourself. You messed this up. You really hurt me, Sihtric. I won't take you back.'

'You will.'

'I won't.'

'You don't love me?' he asked, and furrowed his eyebrows.

You stared at him.

'I do love you,' you eventually said, 'but I do not trust you.'

'You trust me enough to lure me out here, deep in the woods,' he grinned.

'I didn't lure you. You followed me, like a lost puppy!'

'You trust me enough to let me fuck you,' Sihtric continued, 'and you haven't said a word about it to Finan.'

'Leave him out of this,' you said.

'I won't. I can't. Because he took my woman!' Sihtric snarled and got up in your face, 'mine.'

'You only have yourself to blame,' you said curtly, 'Finan took care of me when you suddenly left to do your little spying. How could you possibly think I wouldn't understand you were doing your job? Why didn't you tell me anything? We could've been fine if you only had been honest!'

'Uhtred told me not to tell anyone. We couldn't risk anyone finding out it was all pretend,' Sihtric said, 'I had no choice, my love.'

'You always have a choice. You clearly made yours,' you said, bitter, 'and I have yet to make mine.'

'You will choose me, lady,' Sihtric said before you walked away.

Back at camp, you told Finan things just got really complicated for you after Sihtric's return. You were all mixed up in your own emotions, and that you felt it wasn't fair to lead Finan on. You loved him, but more as a best friend, and you explained you just couldn't be with him anymore, not romantically at least. Finan was hurt, but he understood. And if he was honest, he was glad you broke things off, because he was struggling too but was afraid to break your heart.

'So… then, ehh, are you with Sihtric again?' Finan asked, cautiously.

'No. I will never be with Sihtric again. I can't trust him,' you said, ' But, Finan, I hope we can remain friends. You and I.'

'I would like that,' Finan smiled weakly, 'I really care for you.'

'As do I,' you said.

You embraced him and then went your separate way. Finan went to Osferth, to cry on his shoulder, and you went to set up your own tent, not wanting to share your furs with anyone anymore. 

And all this time, Sihtric had been watching you, again, and he figured you broke Finan's heart, to which he smiled. He would have you again, he thought.

Sihtric was always quiet, observant, which made him a good spy. But therefore no one knew how dark his love really was for you. How obsessive it was. When he was with you, things were fine, because he felt like he owned you. But the group also felt there had been a huge energy shift after Sihtric came back again, and it started to put a pressure on everyone.

Sihtric and Finan couldn't be near each other without breaking out in a fight. Not just over you, it was way past that already, it was about anything now. The way Finan would look at Sihtric, or how Sihtric would mumble under his breath when Finan walked by. They were simply annoyed by the sight of each other alone already. Osferth tried to stay friendly to both men, which led to him being seen as a traitor by them. Sihtric was angry with Osferth for defending Finan, and Finan was angry with Osferth for trying to understand Sihtric, as the Dane was clearly in the wrong, according to Finan. Skade kept quiet and just enjoyed seeing the group fall apart, and Sihtric eventually blamed her for everything going wrong.

'The curse affects us all!' he told Uhtred.

Uhtred had clearly noticed the pressure and energy shift too, and he often had to break up fights between Finan and Sihtric, and he had to tell them to leave Osferth alone. 

Whereas Sihtric blamed Skade, you knew it was truly all because of you and Sihtric, and the guilt was eating you alive. You did not want this tight group of friends, this band of warriors, to fall apart because of a stupid romance. 

You felt a weird form of hate towards Sihtric, and yet you still allowed him to sneak in your tent every night, and you still loved the way he fucked you each night. But when he wanted to stay the night, to simply just sleep with you, you argued and kicked him out, only to make up again the next night, so it could happen all over again. 

And the others noticed it too.

'Look,' Uhtred said after a few weeks, 'I don't know what is going on with you, Finan and Sihtric, but this has to end. Finan is a mess. He was fine with you not wanting to be with him anymore, but he can't stand the thought of you and Sihtric. Not after you told him you didn't want Sihtric back.'

'I don't want Sihtric back.'

'Are you sure about that?' Uhtred frowned, 'because we all know what happens every night. We all hear it,' he chuckled, 'and we don't blame you, but there needs to be clarity.'

You swallowed hard and didn't answer. You knew what you were doing was messed up, you loathed Sihtric after everything, but you couldn't resist him either. And Uhtred knew it, he could tell there was some twisted love going on.

'Make up your mind,' Uhtred said, 'we're all suffering because of this. My men don't trust each other anymore. I can't lead them into a battle, not like this, we will all die.'

You shed a tear as you knew Uhtred was right, and you watched him walk away. But he didn't know that you had already made up your mind days ago, you were just waiting for the right moment.

A few nights later, Sihtric snuck into your tent again, as per usual, throwing his cloak off his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Telling you how much he loves you, desires you and needs you. How much he loves to kiss you, to feel you and to fuck you. And he confessed this wasn't exactly the way he wished to be with you, but if this was all he could get, he'd take it and run.

You let him take off your clothes and you sank in his embrace, drowning in his kiss as you straddled his lap, riding him slowly, just the way you knew he loved it. And you would let him have his way with you, one more time tonight. Because you knew that after today, it was done.

And you enjoyed it, enjoyed him. You held Sihtric close, tightly in your arms as you made love. And how you did love him. Deeply. But there was no coming back from what had happened, nothing could ever fix the bond you had before he left, and you would refuse to be the downfall of Uhtred and his men.

You finally allowed Sihtric to stay the night, and you silently shed a tear as you heard his soft, comforting snores while he held you in his arms as he slept, thinking he finally owned you again. 

But hours later you quietly snuck out of his embrace. You quickly got dressed and you grabbed the little belongings you had packed earlier that day.

Uhtred would notice someone sneak out of your tent again, and he assumed it was Sihtric, so he didn't even pay any attention anymore. 

Before you left, you gave Sihtric a soft kiss on his cheek and you raked your fingers through his soft, short hair, one last time, hoping you would forever remember the feeling of the handsome Dane who broke your heart.

And you knew you would never forget Sihtric, or find a love like his again, but this would simply kill you all if it wasn't put to an end. And in truth, you hoped Sihtric would hurt the same way as you had been hurting when he had left you.

So you got up and left, without looking back. And when the men found out you had snuck away at night, without a word, you would already be long gone. 

And they would never find you or see you again.

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the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

HI HI HI FOLKS I'M BACK!

Ok, ok, let's do it then!

Lots of lots of ideas for this one! Just you wait!

(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

Enjoy!

Requests open!

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.