#his sister is coming soon 😈

[devilscherubs]

[sharlsworld]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ i go lower - ʟɴ4 ☆

✿ lando norris x influencer reader + ex bf charles & ex best friend alexandra

✿ charles leclerc just keeps proving how much of a red flag he is

ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ ୨୧ this is actually bad, i kept losing motivation so i just wanted to end it i’m so sorry

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two days after the monaco gp

f1wags

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f1wags charles with a mystery girl in monaco last night! trouble in paradise?

lordperceval that ain’t no mystery girl 😭

sharls_lerklerk thats alexandra saint mleux she’s y/n’s ex best friend

⤷ lady.georgerussell why’d they stop being friends?

⤷ sharls_lerklerk she got with her ex boyfriend before charles 😭

⤷ lady.georgerussell63 SHUT UP 😭

estiebestie charles red flag leclerc back at it again

ethereal.yn bop

tripod.gasly bro invented homie hopping

all4lando why is no one gonna talk about lando liking this post?

sharls.eclair bro got p1 his home race and don’t know how to act anymore 💀

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dannyric.canlickle LANDO??!

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ihateyn

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ihateyn what the fuck i just woke up from my nap to my boyfriend out on a date with my ex best friend???

oscarpiastri I hate whores

francisca.cgomes i will cut his brakes

georgerussell63 Please dont cry queen I’ll run him off the track don’t worry

landonorris stand up

⤷ ihateyn i’m up

carlossainz55 Just say the word and I’ll make sure he’s never able to drive ever again I have nothing left to lose

lilymhe don’t be a little bitch

⤷ ihateyn you right you right

maxverstappen1 I’ll cut his dick off

sabrinacarpenter girl just tell me what to say and i’ll sing it for you dw

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yn

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yn all in my lonesome

francisca.cgomes he who shall not be named better sleep with one eye open

lorenzotl Je t'aime petite soeur ❤️

⤷ yn i love you too enzo 🤍

⤷ sharlsworld “i love you little sister”

lilymhe once i get my hands on him it’s over for him

lewishamilton Chin up girl, You’ll be alright. sending all my love ♥️

⤷ roscoelovescoco yes’s we love’s you’s!

⤷ yn i love you two 🥹🥹♥️

arthur_leclerc i love you forever sista, my day 1 😇😇

⤷ yn my partner in crime always 🤞🏽

joris__trouche Been quiet since you left

⤷ yn come over whenever you want, you’re always welcome joris 🫶🏽

⤷ sharls_leclercussy gasping for air rn

chillinlikechili charlotte liked??

leclerc_pascale Ne sois pas triste, le soleil brillera à nouveau. Je t'aime pour toujours, viens bientôt tu me manques ♥️🥰

⤷ yn je serai bientôt fini maman je t'aime

⤷ sharlsworld pascale said “don’t be sad, the sun will shine again. i love you forever, come over soon i miss you” y/n said “i’ll be over soon mom i love you”

charleslovesyn ok but joris’ comment? my soul is weeping right now

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yn

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yn 💌💐🎀🪩

landonorris who’s that handsome lad in the last slide? 😍

⤷ yn some bum i picked up on the side of the road

⤷ landonorris he looks absolutely yummy is he single 😈

⤷ yn get outta my comment section

leclerc_pascale Ma jolie fille! Tu me manques, douce fille 🤍🤍🤍

⤷ yn tu me manques aussi maman 💗

⤷ sharlsworld pascale said “my beautiful daughter! i miss you sweet girl” y/n said “i miss you too mom”

⤷ lovely_leclerc she’s literally the daughter she never had i’m sobbing 😭

alex_albon return him this instant

⤷ yn nahhhh

georgerussell63 Hmm interesting…

⤷ carmenmmundt Very interesting

landonorizz HELLLURRR WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE LAST SLIDE??

iactuallyhateyn moving on already?

⤷ yn can i not have guy friends?

lilymhe healing era rn revenge era coming soon trust guys 🥰

⤷ yn 😉

charlesismyman69 home hopping is crazy poor charles i hope he’s ok

⤷ landonorris yeah poor charles i wonder how he’s feeling after cheating on his girlfriend of 4 years with her ex best friend

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charles_leclerc Yawn

alexandrasaintmleux 😍😍😍

⤷ forzacharles GIRL

landonorris oh that not-

maxverstappen1 Brotha eughh

lilymhe downfall era 💀🔥

⤷ hoeforsainzzz lily muni he & oscar y/n defenders & charles haters: confirmed

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estiebestie actually his downfall era though

lady.georgerussell erm what the sigma

carlando this should’ve stayed in the drafts

alex_albon this…not fye.

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yn

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yn life lately 🍉

leclerc_pascale My girl!! You’re like a breath of fresh air for my soul 🤍🤍

⤷ yn you always light up my day maman 🤍

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arthur_leclerc i totally won the diving contest idc what everyone else says

⤷ lorenzotl No I definitely did

⤷ yn you two basically belly flopped i won

scuderiaferrari We miss our girl! ❤️

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charlottesiine cutie pie 😉😘🥰😍

⤷ yn your the reason why 🙂‍↔️

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landonorris fucked that pasta up

⤷ yn no sauce was detected on that plate after lunch

francisca.cgomes living for this

georgerussell63 I fear you won

⤷ yn 🥇🥇

forzacharles SCREAMING RIGHT NOW WHAT IS GOING ON

estiebestie pascale? arthur? lorenzo? charlotte? i’m deceased

carlossainzappendix she’s winning in life

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yn

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yn worth the wait

landonorris i’d wait a million years for you

⤷ yn you’re to sweet to me

lilymhe this is the revenge era

maxverstappen1 That’s my favorite couple

francisca.cgomes WOOOOOO

leclerc_pascale My daughter deserves all the good in life 🥰 I love you my girl ❤️

⤷ yn i love you maman 💗

arthur_leclerc ❤️❤️

oscarpiastri Now I gotta deal with all the lovely dovey stuff

⤷ yn don’t act like your not happy about this

lewishamilton What did I say? Everything would be alright ❤️

⤷ yn so wise

lorenzotl My little star, you deserve all the love in the world 🌟💛

⤷ yn don’t make me cry enzo

joris__trouche 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

charlottesiine so happy for you pretty 💘

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landonorris i’ll find you in every lifetime

yn nothing can keep us apart

⤷ landonorris nothing at all

francisca.cgomes are we surprised? no

danielricciardo Tone down the pda in the paddock plz 🙏🏽

⤷ landonorris nah fam

carmenmmundt Awhh so happy for you two

⤷ yn marry me carmen

⤷ carmenmmundt I’ll meet you at the altar

⤷ landonorris i just got her and your already taking her away from me 💔

pierregasly Hittin the clubs tonight

lilymhe shoutout to those un loyal bitches!!

alex_albon george owes me 200 bucks

⤷ georgerussell63 Whatever

⤷ yn uh what

⤷ alex_albon i said his post would be more sappy then yours

⤷ landonorris i hate you both

[bellalunadreams]

Merlin Cinderella au 🫣

I’m not good at writing but, I think it would be really cute to have a Cinderella au with everything being the same (setting and Arthur being the prince wise)

It would take place when Merlin just comes to Camelot, and instead of living in the castle, Gauis has a house/healing center in the lower town.

I don’t think the evil stepmother and sisters would come into play. But it would just be Merlin coming to Camelot like in the show and becoming quick friends with people in the kingdom (huge ‘everyone loves Merlin’ believer)

Uthur wants Arthur to marry to continue the bloodline and to secure him as next in line to rule. So he holds a ball for all eligible (noble) suitors in the kingdom (suspended disbelief of Uthurs possible bigotry 💀)

Merlin wants to go cause he thinks it’ll be fun but he can’t since he’s not a noble. He goes looking through Gauis’s old magic books to find a spell to change his appearance and accidentally summons a fairy godmother.

He gets his disguise but it’ll only last till midnight so he makes the most of it and causes as much mischief as possible, when else is he ever gonna get an opportunity to get into the castle and get away with anything he wants with no repercussions? (No one will recognize him 😈)

Arthur is overwhelmed with everyone practically throwing themselves at him so he gets away to the gardens( or something of that sort)

There he spots Merlin setting up a prank or something. He questions what he’s doing and Merlin says something like “are you a snitch?”

Merlin and Arthur proceed to pull pranks on a bunch of the nobles and Arthur has the time of his life for the first time in forever. Merlin doesn’t treat him like the prince, he treats him like just some guy and Arthur loves it.

They settle down back in the gardens with them both in a fit of laughter after their last joke. One of them makes a comment about having not danced the entire night. With the overbearing music of the hall muffled by the quiet of the garden, they dance together under the moonlight.

Arthur makes a comment about not even knowing Merlin’s name when the bells chime for midnight.

Merlin’s eyes widen like saucers and he takes off, shouting apologies as he goes. And in his rush off his neckerchief snags on one of the flower bushes.

Arthur finds the neckerchief and swears he’ll find that mysterious man again.

Merlin makes it back to Gauis’s hut just in time as the spell wears off and passes out in bed

The next morning there’s a royal decree to find the man danced with the prince and lost his neckerchief getting away

I feel that Arthur would be really determined to find him. And he would know that Merlin was not a noble, no noble would behave the way Merlin did.

Arthur would personally go through the whole kingdom, house to house if he had to.

I feel like they would meet again in a really funny way too. Like Merlin would be delivering something for Gauis and they would run into each other like how they met in the show.

As soon as Arthur would hear his snarky comeback he would know that it’s him lol

Arthur would propose to him on the spot with the neckerchief

And they would live snark-ly ever after

[raventreehall]

a storm of swords dash simulator

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i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long 🥰

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i'm so happy for you my jonquil

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thanks for sharing my lady

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PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN 🤬🤬🤬 NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!

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by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.

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shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something

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hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?

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lord bolton's bastard killed him

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oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess

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Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.

Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜

#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy

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i'm boutta come into thome real money real thoon 😈 💎💎💎💎💯

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ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL

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TW: Red Wedding, death, violence

A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.

Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.

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why are there so many crabs on my dash rn

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actually i think it's still for king joffrey

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lol i thought it was for robb stark

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maybe it's for the mountain?

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mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguard—i believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguard—because the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.

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[enchantedbarnes]

Uncle Buck Returns

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: Our little menace of a nephew has secured a date for you. Here is part 2 to Uncle Buck.

Word Count: 1401

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

A/N: what in the actual f👀 is going on 😅 I was expecting maybe 10 or so people to read Uncle Buck. My notifications haven't stopped going off since I posted. Thank you so much everyone that read it and enjoyed it. I hope you also enjoy this little continuation. P.S. GIF replies are my love language so if you enjoy send me your best (or worst 😈) 🫶

As soon as the pair return home and walk through the front door, Benji skips his way in shouting, "MAWWAGE! MAWWAGE IS WHAT BWINGS US TOGEVAH TODAYYYY!" Arms high above him as he rushes through the living room in search of his parents.

"Benji, please don't make me regret letting you watch my favorite movie," you sigh, flopping onto the couch, hands covering your face.

He stops short and looks back at you, "Have you the wing?" He bows and giggles, then turns back around to continue on with his search.

"You're back!" Your sister shouts while she snatches Benji up into her arms, covering the small boy in kisses. "Did you have so much fun with Auntie today? Why are we shouting Princess Bride quotes?" She gasps, "Did you get to meet the dread pirate Roberts??"

Benji looks up at her in confusion, "What? No Mom, we saw Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson! And guess WHAT!"

"Ohhh, what?!"

He whispers into her ear and throws his head back laughing like a tiny evil madman.

"You did what???!" She laughs.

You groan from the couch.

She walks both of them over to you.

"Did I understand him correctly, is there something we should know? Are you betrothed to a super soldier?"

"I'm gonna go throw up," you groan again.

Sweating doesn't even begin to cover it.

Your entire body feels like it's on fire.

You agreed to meet Bucky for a late lunch the following day. You've been sitting on the floor by your closet for what you thought was 30 minutes now, staring into the clothing abyss, spiraling into an internal panic.

You don't go on dates. You keep to yourself. It's comfortable. Living in a combined household with your sister and her small family you're certainly never alone.

What are you even supposed to talk about?

Your current job is nothing super exciting to talk about. You do like to go to concerts and musicals... However you can't really imagine the 106-year-old super soldier going to a pop punk or metal show, nor do you imagine him attending Wicked 3 times. Note to self: do not bring up Rogers the musical. Yikes.

Your sister has already talked you off a ledge 3 times since last night when you got home.

While still wallowing in self pity and loathing, two outfits are scattered by you and you have three more in your arms.

Your sister walks by your open door and backtracks peering in.

"Y/n," she sighs, "just wear the first outfit. You'll look great, I promise." She walks over and grabs the armful of clothes from you, dumping them on the bed and grabbing the first outfit. Your favorite pair of black jeans and a sweater you bought specifically because it was so damn soft.

The doorbell rings and your eyes widen. "He's early?!"

"He's on time, you would have noticed if you weren't staring into space for the last hour."

"WHAT?!"

"Don't worry we'll keep him distracted while you finish getting ready."

"Oh sure, don't worry. That fills me with all the confidence..."

"Benji has already asked him to marry you, what's the worst that could happen now?"

"I don't even want to think about the answer to that. So many possibilities come to mind."

You grab your outfit and start rushing around.

"Can I get you something to drink, Bucky?" Your sister asks while she moves about the room.

Bucky and Benji are seated at the kitchen table, just off from the living room. Benji is across from him with his tiny arms crossed on the table, and a very serious look on his face.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Ok, I'm sure she'll be down in just a moment. Make yourself at home. Hopefully we will see you around again soon," she smiles, "I'm just gonna go switch the laundry over quickly. Benji," she looks down at him while pointing two fingers at her eyes and then over to him, "behave yourself," she warns while leaving the room.

The table stare down continues.

"Where do you live?" Benji asks.

"In the city," Bucky answers.

"You have a house?" Benji fires back.

"Apartment."

"Own or rent?"

"Rent."

"Where’s your office?"

"I don’t have one."

"How come?"

"I don’t need one."

"Where’s your wife?"

"Don’t have one.."

"Yet," Benji squints with a tiny smirk, "but how come?"

"It's a long story."

"You have kids?"

"No I don’t."

"How come?"

"It's an even longer story."

"Do you prefer dogs or cats?"

"Both are fine."

"Do you have one?"

"I have a cat. Names Alpine."

"Is Steve Rogers really on the moon?"

"What's your record for consecutive questions asked?"

"38."

"He's up there all right." Bucky answers with a nod.

"Your metal arm and regular arm match well with how ginormous your muscles are."

"How nice of you to notice."

"I’m a kid, that’s my job."

Bucky raises a brow, "Why am I getting the 3rd degree here?"

"Just checking in on my investments. If this didn't work I was going to ask our neighbor Frank, but he kind of sucks," Benji shrugs his shoulders.

Before Bucky can question the language and what the 8-year-old said, you walk into the kitchen and quickly look back and forth between the two of them.

"Oh no, how long have you two been alone in here?? What did he say?" You ask Bucky, looking over at Benji quickly after, "What did you say??" Your eyes narrow.

Benji grins and holds your purse up for you. "Have fun storming the castle," he cheekily smiles with that glint in his eyes.

"Benji," you glare down at him.

Bucky clears his throat while standing up from the table. Walking over to you he points to a small bouquet of flowers that were already in a vase waiting on the kitchen table, "Um, these are for you…" he smiles.

"Thank you so much, they're beautiful," your reply is breathless while you look at the arrangement filled with a small mix of your favorites.

"He also gave me this," Benji holds up an RC truck with a Captain America shield painted on the side.

"That was very nice of him, did you say thank you?"

"Duh," he rolled his eyes while grabbing the remote to the car and rolling it out to the living room, "Thanks Future-Uncle Bucky," he grins and chases after it.

"Anyone ever tell you guys he's kind of a strange kid?" Bucky whispers conspiratorially while offering his arm to you.

You throw your head back with a quick laugh. "Oh, you have no idea."

Your date is going better than you expected.

You have managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself so far and both of you seemed to be enjoying your time together.

You have apologized multiple times for Benji's antics.

Bucky laughs, "He reminds me a bit of a young Steve and my sister Rebecca combined. Didn't realize that combo was possible, it's a little terrifying. I hope they have great medical insurance," he jokes.

"His father's a nurse, so we have in-house medical on demand. My sister tried to convince me to go to law school so someone can represent him when he undoubtedly tries to take over the world. Guess I can save some money and time on law school now that we have a super soldier plus a Captain America connection that can potentially stop him before lawyers need to be involved."

"Your sister already welcomed me to the family when she opened the door to let me in," he smirks.

You put your face in your hands, elbows leaning against the table in support.

"Well now you know where her small menace gets it from."

Bucky helps pull your chair out for you as you're both about to leave. As you stand up your purse falls off the back of your chair, spilling some of its contents on the floor when it lands.

Bucky ducks down to help collect your things when something shiny appears next to your chapstick. His eyebrows furrow as he picks both up and holds them up to you.

You let out a slightly strangled cough as you realize what he's holding up to you.

Bucky Barnes was kneeling holding up your peppermint chapstick and your Grandmother's opal ring that was supposed to be safely in your jewelry box at home.

...Benjamin!

Next: Part 3 Lord of the Pins

@pono-pura-vida @bitchy-bi-trash @random-writer-23 @jvanilly @clintsupremacy @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction

[rottingworship]

The smut prompts 72 and 80 ☝️😈

Withhhhh

Hoodie😳

MWAAH THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!! This is actually longer than most prompts i've ever written ever omg... I got carried away... may write a part 2 involving tim :3

As always, prompts are from here! Divider is from sister-lucifer

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!, fingering, innocent!reader, hint at corruption kink sorta (?), praise, finger sucking, F!Reader

Prompts: "There is no way anyone is that innocent." "What? Does that feel good?"

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” Brian switches through the channels on the TV.

Tim shrugs, really not caring. “Ya never know.”

“She’s a killer.” Brian huffs. “We are all killers.”

“Not all killers fuck.” Tim rolls his eyes. “If it’s that big of a deal, why don’t you ask her?” Tim has had enough. He gets up and walks to his room. Brian is thinking about it. About how sweetly you interact with them. How oblivious you are to some of their jokes. The look on your face when some of them click.

The door opening brings him out of his thoughts. You walk into your home with a large smile on your face and a small bag of groceries in your hand. You tell Brian ‘hi’ and walk to the kitchen. His eyes don’t leave you.

You turn back around and your eyes meet his. “You alright, love?”

Brain tenses. Love… It’s what you have always called him and Tim both. There never seems to be any ‘love’ behind the word. But Brian wishes for there to be. He’s sure you're just being nice and friendly. You always have been. Somehow, you stay so loving…

“Yeah.” He stands up from the couch and begins to walk towards you. You don’t think anything of it. You put some of the groceries up and begin to walk past him. Brian stops you in your tracks, his hand grabbing your bicep. The way look up at him leaves him reeling. Brian holds you there. Without saying a word.

“You good?” Your brows furrow, but you don’t pull away. Your eyes show no sign of fear of him hurting you, but they do show extreme confusion.

“Is this an act?”

His question causes you to pout. “What? Is what an act?” You really don’t get it.

“You’re so-” Brian sighs. “Nevermind. I gotta go.” He is overwhelmed. It doesn’t take a lot for you to realize that. Brian is quick to leave your home. You try to get that interaction out of your head and finish putting up groceries. As you walk to the bathroom to finish putting things away, you remember Tim’s home. You walk to his room and knock.

“Hey, it’s me.” As soon as he gives you the okay, you open the door. “Is Brian okay?” It’s the first thing you ask. Tim looks at you and groans.

“What’d he do?”

“He asked if I was acting,” It comes out more like a question than anything, “and then, he just- He left.”

Tim snorts, trying to not smile. “He’s fine. Probably relieving some stress right now.”

“What’s he stressed about?” You cock your head at him.

“You.” It’s all he gives you. You are sent into a spiral. Your face contorts with confusion and you gasp. You stumble on your words, stuttering something out, before Tim saves you. “It’s not bad, he thinks about you too much though.”

“Too much!?” You are dumbfounded. “How much is the normal amount?”

“Probably the amount that I think about you.”

You cannot catch a break. You let out a groan and close Tim’s door, leaving him alone. You have no more questions for him. You want to call Brian and ask if he’s alright, but you aren’t sure it’s Brian that will answer. You sigh and go to your room. You already took care of your business (or the operator’s), bought groceries, and put them up. It is time for you to relax. And now you can’t.

You walk to your bathroom and decide to shower. You have had a long day, and maybe the hot water will help relax you. As you shower, all you can think about is Brian; his questions and whatever the fuck Tim meant about him. You cannot lie, Brian is always plaguing your mind. Even more so now. Does he like me? You think as you wash your body. Does he fucking hate my guts? You begin to stress. If he hates me, that would suck, we kinda have to work together for the foreseeable future. You want to explode. You finish up your shower quicker than normal and decide you cannot be in your room. You get dressed and head to the living room. You lay down on your couch and sigh. You flip through the channels and land on some corny horror movie. You keep it there.

Before you know it, you are dozing off. You wake up to the door of your house opening. You sit up and rub your eyes. “Who- Brian?” You make out his frame, and then his hood and mask. “Oh, it’s just you, Hoodie.” You lie back down on the couch and close your eyes. You have not interacted with Hoodie as much as you have Brian, but you still trust him.

“Wake up.”

The way he says it has you sitting up immediately. You look at him with wide eyes and your mouth is slightly agape. “What the fuck?” Your legs swing over the side of the couch and Hoodie sits down beside you. “Is this about earlier? Because I’m still confused.”

“You really are oblivious… You know that?” You cannot figure out his emotions. You can’t tell if he’s smiling or annoyed, and it’s bothering you. “You’ve got Brian wrapped around your finger, and you are completely oblivious.” Hoodie doesn’t move. You scoot down the couch, confused by the suddenness of everything. “I see what he sees in you, though.”

“What?” You sound groggy still. “What does he see?”

Hoodie scoots closer. You freeze, swallowing hard. “You’re an angel.” Hoodie says it as if you should be aware of that already.

“I assure you,” You put a hand up, “I am no angel.” Something clicks. Your face contorts again, changing from confusion to an awareness. Awareness of everything Hoodie is saying. “Is this about not understanding some of the jokes I hear? Because, I’ve never been around guys a lot-” You look away from him, embarrassed. “I was pretty sheltered until I turned eighteen. And, y’know, moved away. I’ve never really had many friends-”

“It’s not an act…” Hoodie sounds so primal suddenly. It causes chills to run down your spine. The hair on your neck is standing on end. You swallow hard and let out an awkward laugh. You can’t look at him. “It’s okay,” He coos.

“I think about you- Uh Brian, a lot…” You twiddle your fingers, biting the inside of your lip, “I don’t know- I can’t begin to tell you-” You can’t see his face, but he looks absolutely animalistic. You blink a couple times, collecting your thoughts. “Can you kiss me?” Your voice is hushed, barely above a whisper.

Hoodie does not hesitate. He lifts up his mask, just enough to reveal his mouth and moves towards you. His hands cup your face and he smiles as soon as his lips meet yours. You relax into his touch. Your mind is going a mile a minute. When his tongue gently runs across your bottom lip, you eagerly open your mouth for him.

Without missing a beat, as Hoodie shoves his tongue in your mouth, he effortlessly moves you onto his lap. You let out a gasp and your arms wrap around his neck. You are positively melting into his touch.

Hoodie pulls away and begins to trail kisses down your throat. Your brain is fuzzy and you can’t think straight. You let a quiet moan and Hoodie smirks against your skin. “Sh,” He hushes you, “don’t need Tim hearing us.”

You nod and try to keep quiet. Before you know it, your position is being switched. You are lying on your back on the couch and Hoodie is above you, he’s watching you. You can’t see his eyes, but you can see his smirk. You let out a whine and your thighs rub together. “Please,” You whine, “I need-” You cannot verbalize what you need.

“Use your words,” He leans down and begins to kiss your neck again, licking and nipping the sensitive skin.

“I need you to touch me!” You are frustrated. “Make me feel good, please!” You are begging at this point.

Brian laughs. His smile widens and laughs. Your face is burning up and you want to hide again. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs into your skin. “I can do that.”

Hoodie is resting on his arm, keeping his weight from being completely on you. His opposite hand begins to trail towards your shirt and straight towards the elastic of your pajama pants. His hand dips down and he begins to rub you through your panties. Your hips eagerly roll into his touch and Hoodie gently bites down on your neck.

“So impatient,” He hums into your ear.

“Please!” You are still trying to keep quiet. “Need you-”

Hoodie doesn’t falter. His fingers pull down your pajama pants and your underwear. He palms you, and you roll into him again. A little more violently this time. Hoodie slides one finger into you at first. His lips are still attached to your throat. Your breathing is becoming heavy and loud. Hoodie’s finger moves slowly, painfully slow at first. You buck into him and let out a soft whimper.

“Hm,” Hoodie hums into your skin. “I’m sure your own fingers aren’t this good, huh?” He is cocky. You shake your head, quickly. You cannot form words. You are left a mess under him. “What? Does that feel good?” He knows the answer to that. You nod. “I’m gonna add another, okay?” He sits up to watch your reaction.

Another finger pushes into you and a white, hot fire is lit in your core. Your eyes screw shut as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, his thumbs grazing over your clit. You feel like you're in a tunnel. You can hear him commenting about how good you are, but you cannot respond. Your mouth falls agape and you are trying to form a sentence to beg for more.

“Faster,” You mumble, “please, faster!”

“Anything for you,” He coos at you.

He picks up the pace and you are writhing in pleasure underneath him. Every single time his fingers pull from you, your hips follow them. You need him.

“Close-” The word stumbles from your tongue, “so close.” Your toes curl. You are going to burst. Your body tenses and your eyes shut tight. Your nails dig into Hoodie’s back, clawing at the fabric. His pace, steady but quick, does not slow. He keeps going. No signs of stopping anytime soon.

You pull Hoodie to you, letting out a loud whimper. His name falling from your lips like a mantra. You are seeing stars as his thumb rubs your clit a little faster. A louder cry is pulled from you this time. Everything comes undone so fast. Hoodie is in your ear, mumbling to you how good you’ve been, how you deserve this, and kissing the shell of your ear.

Hoodie lowers himself on top of you as you come down from your high. His fingers pull from you and shoves them into his own mouth. He sucks on them. You feel yourself getting even more wet.

The door down the hall opens. “What the fuck?”

You hide yourself immediately. Hoodie laughs. “I told you to be quieter.”

[fluffymaxsworld]

taking advantage of your most recent post 😈😈

simon w/ soaps little sister? (nsfw or fluff!!!)

-🐏

GIRL.

my secret kink😍

simon riley x johnny’s sis!reader

[alcohol, smut, fluffy? no angst tho, p in v, creampie, little aftercare, car sex]

first encounter something like this:

he’s just so shocked that JOHNNY’s sister is that good looking. he stares a few minutes at johnny and then at you, he even wants to ask if you were adopted.

and you were surprised too, and not because your brother had a friend!!, but because he was so handsome too. he had dirty blonde hair and blue/gray eyes, you couldn’t recognize which color precisely, and was tall, oh god, at least 6’4.

as soon as johnny left you two alone he started blabbering, talking nonsense because poor boy he never met a girl like you!! :(( and he doesn’t know what to do but you (luckily) stop him and quickly give him your number (“yeah, if johnny gets drunk…” was your excuse. realistic, good job).

he just smiled and accept it but he wanted to kiss you so so bad :,( he never used that much of self control in the military!!

unfortunately johnny interrupted that awkward moment you were sharing and you couldn’t pin over each other for much longer. in fact, they had to leave for another mission, leaving you alone :(

/// 2 months later ///

“y/n? is that you?” his raspy voice was on the other end of the phone. you could sense the alcohol from his tone.

“yeah. what’s up?” you answered. you could barely hide the excitement in your voice as you heard simon calling you after what seemed like years.

“johnny’s drunk”

oh. he actually believed the excuse…

“that asshole… send me the address, please. i’m coming.” you sighed and reached for your winter boots, dressing up casually.

“yeah, thank you...” he replied. something told you he was quite drunk too.

a few minutes later you arrived at the address. it was a comfortable, small military bar, or something like that. it was frequented by militaries and maybe it was just an unspoken rule.

simon was holding johnny in front of the entry, the greenish lights hitting his beautiful lashes and you remembered why you liked him so much when you met him.

“simon! hey, i’m here!” you waved at him, opening the car and quickly coming over to help him put inside johnny.

“thank you beautiful…” he mumbled drunkenly, stroking gently your hair. his breath smelled like scottish beer and smoke (so hot).

you flushed slightly but decently at his comment, used to the scenes your brother made when he was intoxicated.

you lend your arm to johnny and he managed to sit straight on his seat.

“do you need a ride?” you asked simon.

“that’ll be nice.” he answered.

you expected him to enter the car, but he subtly reached for your hand, grabbing it gently. he stroked your knuckles and you blushed even more, now that wasn’t something your brother did when he was drunk.

you stared into his eyes, finally have a chance to decide whether they were blue or grey. he stared back, and the tension was palpable. you guessed your brother was dead asleep because he’d probably tease the shit out of you if he saw the scene.

“you’re pretty…” he broke the silence. with his free hand he touched softly your cheek, moving his thumb under your left eye.

“thank y-”

you couldn’t finish the sentence, his lips were already on yours. he was devouring you like the last meal on earth, leaving your breathless. the kiss was tender yet hungry, it lasted a few seconds that felt like hours.

when he pulled you away he looked more drunk that he was before, his pupils were big and heart shaped. he didn’t seem to realize who he kissed, who was you, johnny’s sister.

but that was fine, and you were fine with it. you checked your brother, asleep like you guessed, and with a swift move you took him out and called a cab.

“he’s a military, he can look for himself” simon said and you trusted him (you’ll definitely regret this in the morning).

you took his hand and ran towards your car, shoving him inside and lean for another kiss, eager this time.

you drove till a empty spot, easy to find in the middle of nowhere, and turning off the engine and sitting on his lap.

“please tell me this isn’t a drunk mistake” you whined, already squeezing your thighs together.

“it isn’t… i shouldn’t toy with a girl like ya…” he groaned, eager to kiss you again and trailing wet kisses along your jaw.

you felt everything but right, he was your brother’s best friend after all… but you couldn’t care less, the thought of this military man completely head over heels for you was too suffocating.

you unbuttoned your shirt and took it off, showing him your bra and hell it turned him on more than anything. you could feel already his bulge pressing against your pants, hungry for your touch.

“fuck…” he groaned, shifting his body searching for friction.

you reached for his belt and unbuckled it, taking the pants off in one quick move.

his boxers were slightly wet, dripping from precum, and the view was intoxicating.

you decided to skip foreplay, you needed him inside you before the reality hit you.

“please…” you murmured, taking off the boxers and staring at his throbbing dick. pinky tip and the thickest shaft you’ve ever seen. such a pretty dick.

you looked at him one last time, searching for any signs of regret. as you saw nothing, you slowly pressed his tip on your folds, moaning out of pleasure.

and he wasn’t a silent man, no, he was groaning and crying for your pussy. he had a hand on your left breast and sucking on the right nipple.

you took him all in a fast movement, feeling full of him.

“shit… such a tight little pussy…” he whined, with his thumb stretching you out.

“fuckin’ hell simon…” you stared to move, to jump on his cock and feeling that warm sensation in your stomach.

when he found your g-spot you started crying out of pleasure, clenching around his length. it took him everything he had to not come right away, but you felt he was growing thicker and hotter inside you.

“princess you’re going to make me come already…” he groaned, buckling his hips.

you arched your back, moaning loudly. you felt that familiar feeling building in your stomach.

“simon… i’m…” you said before clenching tightly around his shaft and holding on the car roof.

you came a few seconds later and he followed you right after, filling your womb with his semen.

“oh shit..” he said before slamming your hips onto his dick and filling you even deeper.

as soon as he caught his breath again he gently lifted you up, looking for anything to clean the mess. he found in his pants a napkin, placing it softly on your sex, wiping away the come and the sticky stuff on your thighs.

you smiled, staring deeply at that man.

“hey… what about we go out sometimes?” you asked him. you weren’t sure if he thought that was a one night stand, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

he looked up, you could sense he wasn’t much drunk anymore, and with a bright smile he nodded.

“i’d love that. friday?”

you sighed in relief, smiling back, “friday sounds perfect”

💥💥💥💥

woooooooo it’s been awhile since i wrote smut :))

anyways thx for the request i think this is one of my favorites yet!! i might do a fluffier pt2 of the date? and maybe when soap discovers it

tell me what u think and if you got ideas for pt2!!<3

[newkatzkafe2023]

Okay just saw friends, family and enemies, meeting Queen Kong, now they HAVE to meet female Godzilla and Godzilla Jr. XD

(emojis don't work for this platform.)

I CHALLENGE ANYONE WHO READS THIS POST, TO TAG AND REBLOG AS MANY OF YOUR FRIENDS AS YOU CAN!!!!!!!

#Scary wife Privileges😈

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh man everyone in megaspolis can see you the Legendary godzilla. Your husband begged for months for you and godji jr to meet his friends and we finally agreed. After all godzilla jr kids Needs friends his age, so later you got to pigsy's restaurant. And everybody was either amazed or terrified, Tang was the first to notice and well...😨

Tang: P-Pigsy I-I t-think godzilla is outside your r-restaurant😨😨😨😨

Pigsy: Very funny Tang😒😒😒

Sandy:(Upon seeing you) Oh dear....😥

Wukong: Hey, you guys I want you meet my wife Y/n or goddesszilla and my son JR!!!!🥰🥰

Then the others showed up, Mk was spazzing out in a good way as he ran around you in extreme excitement. Then Mei was over here, taking selfies with goji Jr and playing with the filers with him. And Redson called his parents about the possible danger. As he hid under a table in Pigsy's restaurant.

With their Enemies 🐂🕷🌬☠️🦁🐘🕊

the spider gang did not want any of that radiation smoke🕷🕷🕷

and neither did DBK and PIF🐂🌬

Jin and Yin were fanboying all over the place🩶🤎

The Mayor knew what was good for him and stayed back and far away along with Lady bone demon☠️💀

Nezha Wasn't sure if he should report this to heaven or not

And Lastly Azure and Peng were outraged because what else has Wukong hid from them. Meanwhile Yellowtusk Did everything in his power were not to piss us off.

As for Macaque he's muttering his Prayers as he literally digs his own grave😈🤣😰

(MR Wukong) Terror Pure unadulterated Terror, your husband finally decided to tell his master about you and Jr, Any well it really could have gone better. The ground shook the camp as they see Wukong and Fruity come back with a big body and soon an even bigger body. The pilgrims were pale as snow when they saw you and Jr.

Wukong: I wanted to tell you, that I'm married now and this is my wife Y/n and my other son godzilla Jr🤗

We stared down at the pilgrims, as the monk wasted no time passing out because the monkey king is Married to GODDESSZILLA!!! pigsy pissed himself and sandy actively ran away screaming. Meanwhile fruity and goji Jr because the fastest best friends😊🥰

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh man this is gonna be lit🤩🤩🤩🤩. Everyone was so stoked to meet godzilla, and Wukong Sorta found himself bragging about you and his Jr. Li was at a serious lost about what to do with this information, but Jr was quick to win him over with his surprisingly social nature.

Li:(getting Lick by Jr) haha awww your so cute🥰😊

Godzilla Jr:(purrs)

Su and the others had many questions for you which you Took the time to patiently answer to the best of your while Wukong cuddle and purred into you.

Meanwhile

Ao bing: Dad is that goddesszilla???😯😲🫨

Ao Guang: Whatever you do do not make eye contact😨😰😱

(HIB Wukong) Luier and Silly girl already loved you when you made their father happy. They also became fast friends and Siblings with Godzilla Jr. Goji Jr was quick to become very protective over his younger smaller brother and Sister. But overall the 3 were loving play mates, and Silly girl had started calling you mama at the end of the visit as Luier would sit by you asking questions. Which put another painful blush on his face as he watched the whole interaction. You also Might be wondering why pigsy didn't bother to flirt with you......????

Because both of you can definitely kill him😬

(Netflix Wukong) the dragon king Screamed like a little girl when he saw you at Lin's house. While Lin herself, she could even begin to comprehend what's going on here. Wukong had bought you and Goji Jr to meet his friends and so far Goji Jr loved Lin as he went and licked her face. Making Lin laugh at the tickles, meanwhile dragon king was down for the count as you stared down at him with a glare. Dragon king remained on his best behavior while you were there Because his life literally depended on it.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG

[perkypeony]

I'm feeling angsty but I don't wanna cry alone. So I'll make the whole fandom cry 😈

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝕆ℕ𝔾𝔼𝕊𝕋'𝕊 𝕆ℙℙ𝕆𝕊𝕀𝕋𝔼

Gojo Satoru x little sister reader

The estate of the Gojo clan always seemed more like a prison to you. You were the prisoner, the tortured disgrace, a cruel joke of fate that was never meant to see the light of day.

Your parents ensured your existence was kept a secret, telling the world that you had died shortly after birth due to a severe health condition. In reality, you were very much alive, though barely, and kept breathing by your cursed energy. The doctors called it a miracle. Your parents saw it as a curse.

You were the opposite of your perfect older brother, Satoru. You didn't inherit any Gojo clan cursed techniques. And worse, you could produce cursed spirits whenever you felt bad emotions just like the non-sorcerers.

From a young age, you were confined to the estate, hidden from visitors and locked away in the basement whenever you couldn’t control your emotions. The basement was a place of darkness and fear, where cursed spirits born of your anguish tormented you until you passed out from exhaustion or terror.

The only light in your life was Satoru. Unaware of your suffering, he believes that you led a normal childhood despite your health condition. Every time he came back from Tokyo Jujutsu High, you felt genuine happiness, a rare and fleeting emotion.

"Satoru! You're back!" You would exclaim, the pain momentarily forgotten. He would spend his time with you, read you a book or listen to your rambling. One time he brought you out to get ice cream, that was the best day of your life. You sure get scolded after that but it definitely worth it. His presence was a reminder that maybe, just maybe, you were worth something.

But one day, Satoru came home unexpectedly after a mission, and the facade crumbled. Your father was dragging you towards the basement, your screams echoing through the halls.

"Please, don't! Not again!" you pleaded, your voice breaking with desperation.

He followed the sounds and found you struggling against your father's grip. "What are you doing to them?" he questioned, his voice cold and dangerous.

Your father froze, unable to meet his son's gaze. Satoru didn't wait for an explanation. He took you by the hand, and for the first time, you felt safe.

Satoru brought you to his house, determined to give you a chance at real life. You met Megumi first, who became your first friend. After that, you got to become a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High where Satoru's a teacher there. Slowly, you got to know Nobara and Yuji, and for a while, you experienced normal life.

But happiness was a fragile thing. The higher-ups soon learned of your existence and demanded to see you. If Satoru was there he would come with you, but unfortunately he was away on a mission.

"You are a disgrace to the sorcerer society," one of them sneered, and the dam of your emotions broke. A powerful cursed spirit finally erupted from you.

They ordered for you to be locked in a room where your cursed energy would be restrained. Without it, you began to weaken rapidly. The cursed energy that had kept you alive was now being siphoned away, leaving you on the brink of death.

You woke in the infirmary, your body frail and exhausted. Satoru sat beside you, his usual blindfold hiding his teary blue eyes, but his voice gave away his sorrow. "I'm here, " his voice cracking. "I'm sorry I wasn't there with you. "

You reached out and grasped his hand. "Satoru, I'm so tired," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I've spent my whole life fighting just to exist. I think it's better if I just die."

His hand tightened around yours, his voice trembling. "Don't say that. Please, don't give up."

You gave him a sad smile. "Thanks for all the happiness you've given me, even if it just for a while. But, it's time for me to rest. Don't worry, I'll die without regret. I'm happy to get to know you better. "

Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji gathered around your bed, their faces etched with sorrow. Each goodbye was a dagger to your heart, but you managed to smile through the tears.

"Thank you," you said, your voice weak. "For being my friends. For giving me a taste of what life could be."

They left one by one, and finally, it was just you and Satoru. He held you close, his tears falling freely.

"I love you," he whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you better."

"You did your best," you murmured. "And that's all that matters."

With a final, shuddering breath, you let go. The darkness enveloped you, but this time, it was a gentle embrace. You felt no fear, no pain. Only peace.

[socialfakes]

crossing enemy lines -connor bedard-

part 7: surprises

nhl players x platonic hughes sister

connor bedard x hughes sister

series masterlist

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y/nhughes | baby boy bedard coming soon!!! sorry i've been MIA for a few months. had to figure out how to tell you guys the news 🥳 i know we're young but i'm really excited for this next chapter in our lives ❤ tagged: _connorbedard

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_connorbedard still can't believe the way you told me you were pregnant. it was too perfect 😂 | jackhughes how did she tell you? | y/nhughes i gave him the onesie and then left the room 😊

elblue6 im so excited. can't believe my 3rd child is the one who's having a kid first but im finally gonna have a grandkid to spoil 🥰 | y/nhughes it's still so surreal. should definitely be quinn right? | _quinnhughes i had my money on jack 😂 | jackhughes luke's the ladies man. should be expecting one from him soon | lhughes_06 no not yet

user7 oh so excited. congratulations you guys

jamie.drysdale that onesie is so cute. oh my goodness 😭❤

jackhughes going to be the best uncle | lhughes_06 that's actually gonna be me 😂

_quinnhughes he's going to be so spoiled

trevorzegras kid's gonna be the best looking kid ever obviously | y/nhughes 😊

user12 please tell me you're gonna sign him up for hockey when hes old enough | _connorbedard that's the plan | y/nhughes but we won't be upset if chooses something else | _connorbedard of course

bboeser not a blood uncle but i'll love that kid so much

user4 this is so cute. oh my

tdemko30 aweeeeeeeeeee congrats

mackinnon29 kid's gonna have everything he ever wants

user6 my two favorite people are having a baby!!! my year just got better

user13 the cutest kid. congratulations

calemakar_ not blood but going to be the absolute best uncle ❤ | y/nhughes not a doubt in my mind 🥰 | jackhughes offended | lhughes_06 well that's not very nice, y/n | y/nhughes i said what i said 🤷🏻‍♀️

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y/nhughes | it's been a few months but this happened & i am so excited for the next chapter of our lives ❤😘💋 tagged: _connorbedard

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elblue6 congratulations sweetie ❤

trevorzegras love this so much. so happy for you guys

_quinnhughes congrats little sis.

jackhughes dibs on being best man | lhughes_06 you can't just call dibs on that | lhughes_06 besides, it'll probably be me | y/nhughes we talked and came to a decision. it's neither of you 😂

lhughes_06 can't believe my sister is getting married. going to be the most beautiful bride ever | y/nhughes awe lukey i love you 😭🥰

_connorbedard reaching the decision on spending the rest of my life with you was so easy because i knew from the moment i met you that i wanted it to happen ❤

nhlblackhawks congratulations connor & y/n. going to be a beautiful ceremony

calemakar_ really happy for you, bug ❤ | y/nhughes i love you 💕

mackinnon29 going to be a gorgeous bride 😊🌸 | y/nhughes i love you nathan 😊

bboeser so excited and happy for you

user6 the ring is gorgeous 😱😍 | _connorbedard only the best for the most gorgeous girl ❤

rutgermcgroarty okay cool. this makes me happy 😊

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y/nhughes | hi everyone. i know i've been gone for a few months again but i have a good reason. connor and i would like for you guys to meet anthony lucas bedard!!! ❤🥰 tagged: _connorbedard

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lhughes_06 i love him so much 😭❤

elblue6 he's the cutest human alive. no offence to my sweet children of course ❤

_connorbedard i can't get over how much he looks like you 😍 | y/nhughes wdym? he looks like you 😘

_quinnhughes why is he in the penalty box? | _connorbedard taking after uncle jack of course | _quinnhughes of course 😂

jackhughes he's so precious. gonna teach him his first word 😈 | y/nhughes don't you dare teach him what i think you're planning | jackhughes oops 🙊 | _connorbedard jack!

trevorzegras he's so cute. sure he's yours? 😂 | y/nhughes yes i'm sure trevor 😂 | _connorbedard he looks so much like her. clearly he's her baby | y/nhughes HE. LOOKS. LIKE. YOU. CONNOR | jackhughes nah too cute to look like y/n | y/nhughes fuck you jack 😔

calemakar_ uncle cale loves him so much 😍 | y/nhughes he loves his uncle cale so much. you're definitely his favorite 😊

rutgermcgroarty cutest kid ever. hands down

mackinnon29 one day you should dress him in an avalanche jersey just to see what connor says 😂 | _connorbedard dude what the hell

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[tojisbbg]

❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈

❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞

♡ manjiro sano ♡

a/n: current mood - wanting to breaking people’s hearts 😈 (sorry mikey stans)

content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited

...

you finished adding the final touches to your makeup, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you checked in the mirror if your concealer hid your puffy eyes well. some would say that whatever you were going through was tragic, a scenario that you would read about in romance novels where the main character is destined to a miserable fate.

and perhaps that was right.

you’ve been feeling miserable, sad and pathetic for the last month and a half since you’ve received the invitation. a piece of paper that felt like a sharp knife slicing your heart in half.

what was worse was that you couldn’t even find it in your heart to throw away the card. it was beautifully decorated with happy pastel colors and confetti, printed on expensive card stock, pop-up designs and a photo of him with the girl that was supposed to be you.

it was your childhood friend’s wedding, except for the catch that you’ve been holding in a burdening crush on him for the last twenty years. he was your person and you were his, being there for each other through thick and thin.

you both created a world where it was just the two of you while everyone else became a blur, a bunch of white noise. he was the invincible mikey and you were his key.

you couldn’t help but wonder, when did things change so fast? how did the perfect world you both created become nothing but dust?

---

(17 years ago)

“how is she, doc?” the young boy with a dragon tatted on his skull asked curiously as he stared at his friend, well practically family, in concern. 

“it was just an upset stomach, little man. we gave your sister some antibiotics to fight off those nasty little germs that’s been bothering her. she’ll be good in a few days. you sure you don’t have a parent or older family member we can contact?” the doctor asked, cocking an eyebrow as he held the pen in his hand eagerly, hoping the blonde boy would say something to him. 

“we’re orphans and she’s not my real sister. we have someone that’s been taking care of us for all these years and he’ll come by shortly.” he murmured, shame painting his face as his gaze went down to the floor. 

the doctor looked at him with sorrow, patting his head. 

“hang tight, buddy. keep her company, but don’t make her laugh too much or else it might make her cry.” he tried to create humor and it successfully made the frowning by crack a crooked smile. 

“yes, sir!” the little boy playfully saluted as he watched the man in the white coat walk away with a chuckle. 

“ken?” his ears rang up when hearing your faint call of his name, a small whimper following after. 

“y/n! are you hurting anywhere? should i call the doctor back? uncle’s gonna be here soon with remi. i told them to bring your favorite chocolate pudding.” draken gave you a cheeky grin, his hand now holding yours tightly. 

“you know me so well, sometimes i forget that i’m an orphan.” you laughed quietly, trying to not put strain on your stomach. 

“you’re not an orphan, y/n. you got me, uncle, remi and the other girls too. we’re one big happy family.” he persisted, eyebrows furrowing as he tried his best to convince you to believe his point. 

“you told the doctor that i’m not your sister, ken.” you whispered, your throat becoming dry as the words left your mouth. draken fell silent for a few seconds before sighing, laying his head besides your hand. 

“i told him that you’re not my real sister, y/n. there’s a difference. i don’t care what the law says because my heart says otherwise. you’ll always be the sister that i’ve always dreamed of having.” his eyes twinkled, a hand coming up to ruffle your hair. 

“so i heard one of my little girls was sick? maybe some chocolate pudding will make those little bad guys in your stomach go away.” your uncle’s voice boomed in your ward, a small smile plastered on his face as he shook the white plastic bag.

your eyes glimmered in content before you were pulled into a bear hug by remi. the girl sobbed on your shoulder, wetting it with tears and snot as she roared by your ears. 

“y/nnnn!!!! i thought you were gonna die when kenny told uncle! i love you, y/n, don’t leave ever me. ever.” she hiccuped between every word as your uncle and draken tried to console her and calm her down. 

“it was a stomach bug, remi. i’ll be better in a few days.” you tried to cheer her up. she raised her head, looking at you in doubt. 

“promise?” remi sniffled. 

“promise, you know i’d never lie to you.” you wiped away her tears before hugging her once more. 

your uncle handed the three of you the small containers of chocolate pudding. 

“why don’t you three take a walk outside, i’ll have this really nice nurse walk you guys. it’s good to get some fresh air.” the doctor said, patting your back and you all agreed, soon leaving the room. 

you happily skipped through the hallway, one pudding container in your pocket, while the other one was tightly secured in your hand as you ate it. 

“let’s play hide and seek, you’re the seeker ken!” you quickly blurted out, not giving either of them a choice before running off to the other direction. you faintly heard draken groan in annoyance, being tired of always being the seeker but he’d always do it for you. 

you saw a pretty quiet hallway and decided to turn to that corner, only to find a small quiet room. you figured that it wouldn’t be too much of a trouble to hide in here for a few minutes

you opened the door, nearly having a heart attack from the sudden appearance of another person. it was a boy with short blonde hair, he was huddled up into a ball, quietly whimpering and crying. 

“hey, kid.” you called out to him, only to not receive a response. a heavy sigh left your lips as you walked over to him, sitting on the floor besides him. the boy looked up at you, eyes all puffy and his nose red. 

he’s pretty cute.

“look, i’m really bad at comforting people. but, when i’m super sad, i eat chocolate pudding to make me happy again.” you said with a grin, digging in your pocket to get your other container out. 

you grabbed his hand and opened his palm before placing the treat in it. he stared at it in momentary silence. 

“who are you?” he finally spoke, looking at you with slight confusion. 

“just a stranger who’s hiding from her siblings in an intense game of hide and seek. what about you?” you chuckled, scooping another bite into your mouth. 

“i’m.. i don’t know.” he said with a shaky breath, shaking his head. 

“that’s fine, we don’t always know the answer to everything. ken is really mean sometimes, he’s a year older than me and asked me what 345 times 82 is. i could bet you my whole stash of chocolate pudding that he doesn’t know himself. tch, smart my ass.” you scoffed, earning a small giggle from your side. you side eyed him, seeing him detach the small spoon from the plastic lid before opening it. 

“what’s your name?” he asked you, eyes anticipating for an answer. 

“y/n. you?” you continued to inhale your treat as you waited for him to respond. 

“mikey.” the blonde boy scooped in a hefty amount into his mouth as he consumed the sweet dessert. 

“why were you crying, mikey?” you asked, not realizing how insensitive you were being. 

“it’s personal.” mikey shortly dismissed, but you were a little slow to understand and continued to persist until he caved in. 

“it’s just me and you in here. think of it as a bubble with just us, nothing comes in or goes out of this bubble.” you assured him, patting his back. 

for some strange reason, mikey felt like he could tell you anything from how comfortable you made him feel. considering the fact that he didn’t want to show any kind of reaction or emotion towards his family, he decided to seek that comfort and release in you. 

“my mother just died, about an hour ago.” he bluntly dropped the bomb, placing a very awkward and tense atmosphere between you both. 

“you’ll get over it, mikey.” you calmly answered, making his brows furrow with annoyance and slight anger. 

“how could you say that to me? my mother just died.” mikey said in disbelief, his tone heightening a little. 

“i’m telling you the truth. i’m sorry that this happened to you, especially at such a young age, but it’ll all pass and soon, today will just be one of your many bad memories. you’ll find peace and love one day and heal, mikey. that’s life.” you defended your previous statement, looking into his eyes with a gentle look. 

“and how do you know that? you’re just some ten-year-old weirdo that walked in on me.” he mumbled under his breath, making you giggle. 

“i’m an orphan, mikey. i don’t even know what my parents look like or if i even have any to begin with. not even any knowledge on if i have sibling or not. ken and remi aren’t my real siblings, just people i grew up with.” you shrugged, making the blonde boy thin his lips. 

“i’m sorry.” he apologized, his gaze lowering to meet his shoes. 

“it’s not your fault. there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. it’s what your mom would’ve wanted, mikey.” you ruffled his hair as his eyes shimmered with hope. 

“thanks, i’ll try. also, promise me that you won’t tell anyone about me crying.” mikey gave you a embarrassed look, holding up his pinky. 

“i promise.” you intertwined yours with his.

suddenly, the door flew open, which startled the both of you. 

“found you!”

---

“i’m really sorry, sir.” the doctor heavily sighed, trying to pat your uncle’s back as the man sobbed in his palms. 

“how bad is it? please, tell me she has time! she’s only ten, i want to be able to walk her down the aisle one day.” your uncle begged, choking between every word and cry. 

“the tumor in right in the middle of her brain, wrapping around each and every blood vessel. it’s to aggressive for us to remove it, i’m sorry once again, but it’s inoperable. she’ll bleed out before we can even remove a centimeter of it. with proper treatment and medications, we’re looking at maybe ten more years.” the doctor replied, making your uncle rub his temples in worry. 

“uncle!! meet my new friend, mikey! they live on the next block from our house.” you vibrant voice broke the depressing atmosphere. your uncle quickly wiped away his tears, giving you all a smile. 

“hey, i remember you! you were in s.s motors with shinichiro.” your uncle patted mikey’s head. 

“he’s my big brother.” mikey answered. 

“i see, why don’t you come and have lunch with us. we’re going out for burgers, i’ll text your brother that you’re with us.” your uncle suggested, making the small blonde boy nod his head.

and just like that, the both of you became inseparable. 

---

high school came around and you were the only thing that was piecing manjiro sano, or rather the invincible mikey, together. he formed a gang and that included your brother in it as well. you all were a pretty tight group to say the least, yet no one could truly understand him better than you could.

not even his right-hand men such as draken or sanzu. 

“i think i’m gonna disband toman and move away for some time, you now escape life for a little.” he sighed, opening the lid of the chocolate pudding before handing it to you.

“where’s yours?” you asked, confused as to why he only got one. 

“didn’t want one.” he shrugged, digging in his pocket before pulling out a box of cigarettes. he plucked one of the cancer sticks out, planting it in between his lips before lighting it. 

you watched him in disappointment, as he inhaled the smoke before coughing it out, eyes becoming watery as you scoffed. 

“dumbass, give me that.” you grabbed the stick before throwing it on the ground, stepping on it. 

“and that.” you grabbed the pack out of his hands before tossing it into the trash. 

“y/n.” mikey called out. 

“no, i’m really mad at you. i can’t believe you, mikey. pull that type of shit again and i’ll bury you, i swear. no girl would ever want to kiss you with a mouth like that.” you scoffed, flicking his forehead as he winced in pain. 

“not even you?” he teased. 

“i’d rather kiss a roach.” you playfully punched his bicep, earning a small laugh from him. 

“they only had one pudding left, so i didn’t get one for myself.” he explained himself. 

“we could always share, idiot. say ah.” you ordered, scooping a hefty amount of pudding before placing the spoon near his lips. he opened his mouth, eating it with content. 

“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?” you glared at him, making him choke. 

“hey! why are you giving me such a harsh swear??” he cleared his throat. 

“so you’re saying you’ll lie and do it behind my back?!” you yelled, making him quickly shake his head. 

“no, no, no! that’s not what i meant. i’m just saying that isn’t it such a big swear for something so stupid?” mikey tried to reason. 

“your health is not stupid, mikey. don’t push my buttons and swear already.” you rolled your eyes, making him sigh. 

“fine, i swear.” he said in defeat, stealing the reamining of your pudding to eat. 

“hm, good. oh, going back to what you were saying earlier, why so suddenly?” you questioned, backtracking to the previous conversation before you both got out of topic. 

“i don’t know, i feel like i’m bringing in my toxic energy in and engulfing everyone. maybe i should just let it all go and step back, you know? even you need a break from me to be honest.” he bitterly laughed. you kissed your teeth before grabbing a hold of his face, turning it to face you as you stared sternly at him. 

“mikey, i’m not going anywhere. what i promised you seven years will never break, even after we die. our souls are one, and i can’t leave my other half. so, let me run away with you. wherever you want, i’ll follow right behind you.” you gave him a soft smile, caressing his cheeks lovingly. his expression grew softer, tears welling in his eyes as he buried his face in your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing the top of his head. 

it’s been rough on him, especially after losing shinichiro too in an accident. mikey’s been in a really dark place for a few months, shit, even scary if you were honest. he was snappy, rude, all dark and twisty. yet, you never gave up on him. 

because you knew that at the end of the day, he was still the same small boy you found in that closet crying to himself. 

“y/n, promise me something.” mikey sniffled, pulling away as he looked up at you, eyes holding so much vulnerability. 

“i promised my entire life to you, what more should i promise?”you joked, wiping away his tears with the pads of your thumb. 

“if we don’t find someone by the age of thirty, let’s get married. i’d rather spend the rest of my life with you than all alone.” he offered, a boyish smile dancing on his lips as your heart fluttered. 

you could’ve sworn that it skipped a few beats, making it suddenly harder to breathe as your cheeks grew warm. 

“stop fucking around with me, sano. it’s not funny.” you warned him, but his expression remained the same. 

“you’re being deadass?” your eyes grew wide and he hummed in response. 

“so, are you in or not?” the blonde boy cocked an eyebrow as he held out his pinkie, making you chuckle. 

“jeez, it seems like you’re making a life or death contract with me. yes, i’m in.” you answered, intertwining your pinkie with his. 

and to think that what you’ve been dreaming of for years were to come true would become only a nightmare. 

it’s not until emma’s death where mikey completely disappeared, not answering anyones calls or even yours. you spent days trying to look for him all over the city and even begging koko to somehow track his number or something. 

but every effort went in vain. 

you cried for months, refusing to eat and giving up on the sweet treat that only reminded you of him. you had nightmares every night, and the only thought that circled your mind was that he was dead. 

he was really gone. 

until after nearly nine years, he came back. not alone, but accompanied with another person. 

a girl, his girl, to be precise. 

mikey went to the philippines for those years, returning with a completely new get up that would make it hard for anyone to guess that it was him. his beautiful blonde locks were now cut short with an undercut, dyed black. 

you remembered the first day where he showed up at your doorsteps, your knees turned into jelly as you almost collapsed to the group if he didn’t catch you in time. you cried in his arms for so long, cursing and punching him from pain and anger as he whispered thousands of apologies to you. 

you were happy, so fucking happy to see that he was alive. it put your mind and heart to peace, until you saw her walk out of the car.  

“this is my girlfriend, y/n. we met a few years back and she’s just amazing, you know. i wanted you to meet the most important person of my life first since you’re my best friend.” he mischievously giggled, snaking an arm around her waist. 

your throat became dry, heart shattering into a billion pieces as each word leaving his lips was like knives jabbing at your heart. it bled, threatening to leak out of your eyes. yet, you held back, trying your hardest to fake a realistic smile to keep your cool. 

“nice to meet you.” you shook her hand. 

“the pleasure’s all mine, mikey’s told me a lot about you.” she said, making you awkwardly laugh.

“oh, i see.” you dryly replied, clearing your throat. 

“these are for you by the way, it’s a recipe that’s really sacred to my family. i hope you enjoy.” she smiled, handing you a box of what seemed like cookies. 

fuck, i can’t even bring myself to hate her. 

“thank you, that’s really sweet of you. uh, you both should stay over for lunch.” you offered, secretly praying that they refuse. 

“sorry, y/n, i gotta get my bike inspected by ken-chin. next time, yeah?” he ruffled your hair, as you managed to let out a small hum. you waved them goodbye before entering your house, locking the door behind you. 

you fell on your knees, letting out all the tears that you’ve been holding in. your cry was ugly, gut-wrenching and painful as it stole all the oxygen from your lungs and made you gag and choke. 

it felt like someone died, well, it was sort of like that. 

mikey was no longer yours, he was somebody’s else’s. you were all alone now. 

you’re the other woman. 

you probably shed a gallon of tears by now, trying your best to turn off the water tap glued on your eyes. but, the image of him snaking his arm around her waist never left your mind. 

you glanced at the box of cookies on the floor, opening the lid to grab one and take a bite. 

“fuck, they taste delicious too.” you cried, throwing it back in the box as you decided that it’ll be best to call out of work sick for tomorrow. 

---

the day has finally come, where you have to let him go. he was no longer yours, those days will never come back, now only a happy memory that you can confide to for comfort. 

“y/n, you don’t have to do this.” draken sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder but you shook your head, determined to attend that damn wedding. 

“i have to, ken. he’s my best friend, i can do at least this much for him.” you answered, fixing up the green dress that you wore before putting on your earrings. 

“be selfish for once, y/n! i know that you love him, alright? i’ve been living with you since diapers, i know you like the back of my hand. you can lie to anyone but me, i know that you’re not okay. which is why i’m telling you that you don’t have to do this. i’ll tell him that you’re sick or something.” draken’s eyes softened, his expresison growing sad as he looked at your pained expression. you were smiling at him, yet he knew the thousands of thoughts and words that littered your mind. 

“ken, i know. the only way i could give myself closure is by seeing it happen, in front of my eyes. i want my last memory of him to be happy and clear, so that when i think of him, i don’t feel pain or misery. if he’s happy then i’m happy because we are each others halves and no one can take that spot. besides, his fiance is so nice, i can’t even bring myself to hate her. he’ll be fine, i know he will.” you explained, grabbing drakens hands as you gave it a tight squeeze, looking up at the tall man that stood before you. 

he bit his lips to contain himself from arguing back, caressing your cheeks before letting out a sigh. he nodded his head, deciding to butt-out of your business. 

“okay, whatever makes you happy.” he said and you hummed in response before getting up to slip on your heels. 

“let’s go, we have a wedding to go to.” you smiled at him, slipped your arm in his as you guys walked out of your house. 

the drive to the church was short as it was the same one where hina and takemichi got married. you entered the ladies room where all the bridesmaids were getting dressed up as they all waited for you since you were the maid of honor. 

“y/n, you’re here! god, you look gorgeous, maybe i should ditch mikey and marry you instead.” she joked, pulling you into a hug as you chuckled, patting her back. 

“you look even prettier. damn, mikey caught a good one i gotta say.” you answered looking at her with eyes full of nothing but adoration. 

she was sweet and understanding, a perfect wife for mikey. he deserved this, after being through hell and back, he deserved happiness and peace. 

and you were willing to do anything to give him that, even if it meant to go to the ends of the earth and come back. 

“it’s almost time! come on ladies, get in position.” one of the bridesmaids announced.

“i’ll see you at the aisle.” you rubbed her shoulder as she hummed, then taking your leave as you entered the wedding hall. you walked up where the priest stood, mikey standing right across you. 

his eyes widened when he saw you, walking up to you without hesitation. he pulled you into a tight hug before pulling away with a smile. 

“you look absolutely beautiful, y/n, as always. i’m so happy that you’re here, i was honestly so nervous, but after seeing you, i got my courage back.” he honestly said, making it hard for you to form words to respond to him. 

“better not chicken out sano, i raised you better than that.” you playfully scolded him. 

“yes ma’am!” he jokingly saluted, making you both laugh. 

“mr. sano, please stand in position, the bride will enter in a few minutes.” the priest interrupted. 

“sorry. i’ll talk to you after the ceremony, okay?” he held your hands, giving it a tight squeeze and you swore that if he was just a hair more closer, you would’ve broken down into tears. 

“yeah, yeah, of course. go get married, sano.” you teased, making him blush as he walked back to his original position. you stood with one ring while draken stood with the other, the taller glancing at you frequently to check if you’re okay and you’d discreetly try to nod and give him the signal that you’re fine.

the music began to play and the doors opened, revealing mikey’s soon to be wife, now walking in with her father. a huge smile or her face as you looked over at mikey, only to catch him staring at you before averting his gaze to his wife. 

she walked up the steps, now standing besides you as she turned to look at her soon to be husband. the priest began to read the wedding vows and it was soon time to exchange rings. the beautiful diamond ring glimmered under your eyes and you couldn’t help but wished it was for you. 

it fit perfectly, like it was made for you and you knew that because you accompanied mikey when he went ring shopping. it was unfortunate to know that his fiance’s ring size was the same as you, so you helped him pick and size it. you remember not being able to take your eyes off of it as soon as he slipped it onto your finger. you felt chills as his skin touched yours, but now, it was reality; only not yours but hers. 

“do you, _____, take manjiro sano as your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” the priest asked, and without hesitation⸻

“i do.” she said with the brightest smile, giving him the most lovesick eyes known to mankind. 

“do you, manjiro sano, take _____ as your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” he now asked the groom, and to your surpise, mikey’s eyes were only focused on you. 

please, say no, mikey. say no! you’re mine and i’m yours, it always been like that. please, say no.

your mind screamed and your heart bled, hoping for some miracle to change the events to bring it in your favors. but to your disappointment, none of that happened. he gave you a small smile before glancing at his bride. 

“i do.” mikey said and the priest suddenly glanced at everyone in the room. 

“any objections?” he loudly asked, as a moment of silence fell in the whole room. 

me! i object. this wedding shouldn’t be happening, not even in a million years. that should be me in that dress and ring, not her. i don’t want to be the other woman.

“that’s a no then. i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may kiss the bride.” and with that being said, you averted your gaze to the bouquet of flowers as the crowd roared with cheers while they both kissed. 

a few tears slipped from your eyes but you managed to quickly wipe them away, praying that nobody saw them. to which nobody did, except for draken as the man look at you with nothing but an aching heart to see you this heartbroken. 

the after party was great, from the table of stories and lunch too. the cake was amazing as well, coming from the bakery that you and mikey often went to for study dates during your teen years. 

“y/n! there you are, i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i just wanted to come here and thank you again for helping out with everything. you’re amazing and i’m so happy to know someone like you.” mikey’s wife came to you and pulled you into a hug, as you pat her back. 

“of course, i wish you both the best of luck and a lot of happiness. treat him good, okay? he’s been through so much and he really deserves this. he’s a little childish and stubborn at times but he’s so sweet. he’s great and it breaks my heart to give him away but he’ll be okay. i know he will, he’s mikey after all.” you laughed, making her break into one as well. 

“mhm, you got it!” she smiled at you once more before being whisked away by another relative for pictures. 

“looks like you’re busy.” you heard a familiar voice behind you, turning around to see mikey grinning at you. 

“yup, busy practicing how to spend the rest of my life alone without my other half.” you teased, making him chuckle. 

“i suppose if you’re not too busy then you can spare some time to have a dance with me?” mikey wiggled his eyebrows, making your lips curl as you took his hand, being pulled away to the dance floor. 

you wrap your arms around his neck as his arms snake around your waist. you both sway to the song and it felt like once again everyone else was just a blur and you both were now back in your own world, just the two of you. 

“thank you, y/n. for everything, from beginning to end. i’ll never be able to repay you for everything that you’ve done for me. without you, i don’t think i’d even be standing here. you’re my one and only, forever and always; my other half.” he genuinely spoke, eyes glimmering with love and adoration, turning your brain into a bunch of mush and heart becoming all fuzzy. 

“you just got married, mikey, don’t make your wife turn against me by saying those kind of things.” you chuckled, making him crack a smile. 

“i mean it, you’re very special to me, y/n.” mikey said, tucking in a piece of hair behind your ear. you felt suffocated, feeling your airways and chest tightening. you couldn’t tell if it was from all that food you stress-ate or the feelings that threatened to pour out right this moment.

“can we go somewhere private, i gotta tell you something.” you urgently ushered him, as he quickly nodded his head before being dragged away to the groom’s room. 

you quickly closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to face him. mikey grew concerned at your behavior and silence as he constantly asked if you were okay.

“if someone were to ask me what would be the best and worst day of my life, i would tell them that it was the day that i met you.” you breathed out, making mikey tilt his head to the side in confusion. 

“huh?” he managed to say. 

“it was the day where i found someone that understood me as a person deep from within, knew my every thought and feeling before i even had to say it or act on it. i found my other half, the person that made me, well, me. the person whom i’ve grown to not be able to live without as well. which also brings it to why it’s my worst day as well.” you grew silent, words feeling too heavy to spew out as tears gathered in your eyes. 

“the person that i can’t live without, mikey.” you choked out, tears now streaming down your face as mikey’s eyes widened. 

“y/n, i don’t under-”

“i love you, okay! not as a friend, but as someone more. i wanted to be the person that you spend the rest of your life with.” you cried, making him gulp harshly. 

“i wanted to be your bride.” you sadly laughed, looking up at him with a tear-stained face as your mascara and eyeliner was now smudged. 

“oh my god, y/n.” he whispered, trying to pull you into a hug but you quickly stopped him. 

“don’t! if you hug me right now, i’ll break and won’t be able to stop myself. please, just hear me out. when we went ring shopping, i never wanted to take it off of my finger and it felt so nice when you put it on me. that night, i went home and couldn’t stop envisioning a future where it was us instead. i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, mikey.” you confessed, making him break into tears as he pulled you into a hug, unable to contain himself. 

“then why the hell didn’t you say anything before? you even had the chance to object when the priest said the vows. why didn’t you say anything!” he sobbed, his embrace tightening as if he never wanted to let you go. 

“because she’s good, mikey. you need a wife who’s sweet, tender, gentle and understanding. she’s perfect for you, mikey. you’ll be okay, i know you will.” you gave him a sad smile, holding his face as you looked deep into his eyes. 

“but you’re also-”

“no, mikey. you need someone who can cherish you and spend many more happy years to come. i can’t give you that.” you sniffled, making him furrow his eyebrows. 

“i don’t understand, what’s going on?” mikey panicked.

“i’m dying, mikey. that day that i met you, i was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and it seems that i barely have a full month left to live. i was supposed to be long gone by last month but i guess i was lucky enough to see you get married.” you cried with a smile. 

“no, no, you’re lying to me. this can’t be! y/n, this isn’t time for jokes, please, i can’t lose you too. i’ll marry you, i’ll manage something, i promise. please, just don’t leave me.” he begged, holding onto you like you would disappear from his reach if he were to let go. 

“mikey, don’t make all of this go into vain. i worked so hard to come to terms with my feelings and get closure. which is why i waited until after the wedding to tell you because even if i do leave you, you’ll have her to be there with you. you need to live for me, and enjoy your life in happiness. okay?” you sobbed, trying to convince him but he kept shaking his head in denial. 

“no! please, y/n! i-i-”

“here, make sure to share with her, alright? don’t get too greedy.” you tried to joke to lighten the mood, as you opened his palm to give him the container of chocolate pudding. 

“y/n, please.” he cried, but you were stern with your decision. you felt yourself becoming light-headed and the familiar feeling of nausea. it almost felt like you were dying, ironically. 

“bye, mikey.” you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before running out of the room. mikey yelled your name behind like a madman as he ran after you, but you were too ahead. the fresh air hit your skin, sending goosebumps everywhere and it felt like you could breathe again. 

you walked over to draken’s car and opened the door, sitting down as you were about to close the door. 

“i love you too, y/n! i always have and always will.” was the last thing you heard before slamming the door shut, breaking into tears. 

“start the car, ken.” you said in between your sobs, driving away from the church. 

“so, you gonna hide from him forever or what? you know, y/n, i never told you how much i love you. well, not like that. but, i’m grateful for having someone like you in my life. i’d do anything to make you smile, you’re the most selfless and kind person i’ve ever met. an angel is what you are.” draken rambled, making you softly chuckle.

“thanks ken, i love you too.” you tiredly slurred your words, draken glancing at you as he stopped at a light, a smile etching on his face.

“seems like you’re tired, let’s get takeout tonight and go to the movies with remi. you know, just like the old days. what do you say?” draken asked, only to be met with silence. he chuckled to himself as he decided to not bother you and let you sleep till you both got home. 

draken finished parking the car, calling your name a few times to try and wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge. 

“jeez, gonna make me carry your ass up those damn stairs.” he groaned while getting out of the car and opening the door to yours. 

“y/n-” he grew quiet, seeing your pale face made his blood run could. draken quickly bent down and put his ear on your heart, two fingers on your wrist. 

no beat, no pulse. 

“no, no⸻y/n, wake up! please, i need you to wake up!” draken cried, wrapping his arms around your cold and lifeless body to give you some of his warmth. 

but it was no use, you were already gone. 

[asimpwithfreetime]

Avatar Masterlist

You can find per character, polyamorous stories, headcanons and platonic stories! And smut🤠✋

Feel free to make send in any request, ask or headcanon you want 💕

Smut will be marked with the devil emoji 😈 and will be written in red

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Jake Sully

☆༉ No one will hurt you again (Yandere! Jake Sully x fem! Reader)

Request: Another avatar request. Imagine Jake as a yandere, and the reader admits to him that a few of the other woman in the clan are being cruel to her out of jealousy that she’s mated to him. So he’s livid, goes off and “teaches them all a lesson”, and then comes home and is super sweet and comforting to the reader?

☆༉ Mating time (Yandere!(?) Jake Sully x fem reader) [ SMUT 😈 ]

Request: Lowkey need yandereJake sex… imagine you finally get comfy enough to mate with him and he litteraly treats you like a princess the entire time constantly praising you for any action you do 😭

☆༉ Jake Sully and how he is (in bed) with a shy!human! Reader [ Headcanons + drabble ] [ SMUT ] 😈

☆༉ Jake Sully de-stressing reader [ SMUT ] 😈

☆༉ Sweet treat (DILF! Jake Sully x Fem! Younger reader)

Request: Dilf jake who is already married to neytiri {my love} And already has his four kids, but still isn't satisfied anymore, but theres a certain young na'vi who caught his attention. They obviously like jake sully {who wouldn't} but can't since he's married and is toruk macto, but Jake reassures the reader its fine with sum smut 🤭

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Neytiri

☆༉ Neytiri being a nurturing mom to her child, you (Platonic! Neytiri x sully! Daughter! Reader)

Summary: just pure fluff with your mom. Neytiri loves you so much.

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Neteyam

☆༉ You belong with me (Yandere! Neteyam x fem! Reader)

Summary: Yandere Neteyam forcing the bond because he is jealous

☆༉ Once upon in a dream (Neteyam x fem!reader)

Summary: Neteyam dreamt of a girl and fell in love with her. He has a pleasant surprise when Norm’s nephew joins Spider on his visit to the clan.

☆༉ Sweetheart, you are mine and you know (Yandere! Neteyam x Fem! Reader)

Summary: The new Olo’eyktan, Neteyam, at the peer age of 20 has yet to find his mate. The only woman who he is interested in, Y/n, doesnt want him. The only thing is that he doesn’t take no for an answer

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Lo’ak

☆༉ Only you my love, only you babe ( Lo’ak x reader ) [ ANGST ]

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Kiri

Nothing yet

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Tsu’tey

☆༉ Mr. Steal your girl (Tsu’tey x fem! Reader)

Summary: Tsu’tey tries to make Jake mad by dating his mate (He doesn’t know that you are not Jake’s human mate but his sister)

☆༉ Tsu’tey meeting a Shpynx Cat for the first time (Tsu’tey x fem! Reader)

Summary: you show your unusual pet to Tsu’tey and this is how he reacts (one-shot not a headcanon)

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Ao’nung

☆༉ Nobody tells me what to do (Yandere! Ao’nung x Fem! Reader) [ SMUT ] 😈

Summary: Y/n was Lo’ak’s future mate back in the forest, when she comes to look for him after 6 years, she finds out he mated with Tsireya. Ao’nung is there to help her out and make her forget him.

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Tsireya

Nothing yet

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Ronal

Nothing yet

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Tonowari

Oh, you are not going anywhere anytime soon (Yandere! Tonowari x Reader) [ fluff + smut ] 😈

Request: Yandere!Tonowari would honestly be so clingy and he would use his massive size as a weapon. You wanna leave the bed in the morning? He’s laying on top of you. You’re paying attention to something else and he wants affection? He’s physically picking you up and walking away

(This isn’t the only characters I’ll write for, this are the ones I have ideas for. Feel free to request whoever you want 💕)

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Poly!

☆༉ Feelings as deep as the sea (Yandere!Jake Sully x fem! Reader x yandere! Neytiri)

☆༉ Feelings as deep as the sea (Part 2)

Request: A yandere jake sully and neytiri and their fam being obsessed with ronal sister. Them trying to bring them to the family and when she rejects them jake cries and begs while neytiri is like : no 😑.

☆༉ You are ours (Yandere!Tonowari x fem! Reader x Yandere! Ronal) (☆༉ Non-yandere version here!)

Summary: Y/n was a normal Metkayina fisher until certain couple laid their eyes on her. You were already mated or so you thought.

☆༉ The love of our lives (Yandere! Jake Sully x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Neytiri) ☆༉ Part two

Summary: Y/n is a dreamwalker and when she is harassed by some of the clan members, Jake and Neytiri go feral. Once they find her, under the willow tree of souls, they comfort her and mate her.

☆༉ Having fun (Top! Jake x Bottom! Fem! Reader x Top! Neytiri) [ SMUT 😈 ]

☆༉ Not strong enough (Yandere! Tonowari x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Ronal)

Request: yandere ronal/tonowari x reader, were reader is being forced to be there, but tries to make an escape.

☆༉ What a beautiful sight (Ronal x Fem! Reader x Tonowari)

Request: can you do ronal and tonowari where maybe reader is neytiri’s sister and when ronal comes up close to judge the family she falls in love and tells ronal that they have to have her ?

☆༉ -Is she mine or yours? -Ours (Yandere! Aged up! Lo’ak x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Tsireya)

Request: Could I get a story about yandare!Tsireya and yandare!Lo'ak being head-over-heels metkayina!reader who is completely oblivious to them? where they're going to confess but when they are done making her gifts and meat to give them, they're missing? Could they confess after she randomly goes missing for hours and the entire village is looking for them? Could she be found ranting to an akula(it's the animal that attacked lo'ak in the movie)? Pretty please🙏

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Headcanons

☆༉ What type of yandere are they? (The Sullys + Tsu’tey)

☆༉ Part two ⬆️ ( Tonowari, Ronal, Aged up! Ao’nung and Aged up! Tsireya)

☆༉ What would happen if the RDA kidnapped you? (Yandere! Jake Sully, Yandere! Neytiri, Poly!yanderes! Jake and Neytiri)

☆༉ What happens if your pull their tail softly while making out? [ NSFWish ] ( Jake Sully, Neytiri, Norm and Tsu’tey )

☆༉ The yandere effect only on the (platonic) Sully family and the yandere effect on everyone

☆༉ Yandere! Jake Sully though out the years

☆༉ Headcanons of yandere Na’vi, Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tsu’tey with an s/o who has a kid from another relationship.

☆༉ 3am Smutty headcanons

☆༉ Avatar characters try human food for the first time

☆༉ Jake Sully, Neteyam and Lo’ak with an S/O who can take on an akula or Thanator

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Platonic

☆༉ My family (yandere!Sully family x daughter/sibling! Reader) ☆༉ Rebel (part two-ish)

Request: May I please request a Yandere! Platonic Sully Family x Daughter! Reader fic? Where she’s Lo’ak’s younger twin and she’s very much like her dad’s twin Tommy. Maybe she’s the brains and would often be the mature one between her and Lo’ak? And they’re just protective over their baby girl. Was thinking of the fic showing what her life was like, like with all the scenes from the movie that were all family-focused up until they join the Metkayina and they learn their ways, maybe she gets some attention from boys of the Metkayina clan. Maybe she’s the one that gets shot and ALMOST dies and the family is just enraged and go on a killing spree with the RDA? And when she recovers she’ll be doted on?

☆༉ Our baby (Yandere! Platonic! Sully family x Sickly born! Daughter/sister)

☆༉ Part two: Caught red handed

☆༉ Part three: Daily life of Y/n

Summary: Y/n was born sickly, scaring all her family a few times in her life with that condition. Now she is doing better but they are all overprotective of her now. (Just a bunch of cute fluff scenes with them and then yandere stuff)

☆༉ The fear of loosing you (Yandere! Platonic! Sully family x sully! Reader)

Request: I would love to see more of the yandere platonic sully family AU! I loved it SO much! Like what if in the end it was her that got shot (but survived)? And imagine the aftermath of that (Jake would get one of those kangaroo baby pouches and strap reader to his chest if he could lol!)

☆༉ Part two: What’s so special about her (Platonic! Yandere! Quaritch x sully! Reader)

Request: Oml now that spider is with Quaritch you know that spider will be talking up the reader, making Quaritch get obsessed (it’s only a bonus that she’s Jake’s favorite daughter)

☆༉ She is my baby! (Yandere! Platonic! Tonowari x Na’vi/human hybrid! Reader)

Summary: short story about Tonowari fighting to show he loves his baby even if she is not his biological daughter.

☆༉ Taking the bullet for Neteyam ( Yandere! Platonic! Sully x sully! Daughter)

Request: can you do another platonic yandere!sully family x sully! reader where mc takes the bullet for neteyam please?

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[sapphire-writes]

an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

previous part 2 // next part 4 // series masterlist

summary: our academic rivals are at it again, forced to run a study group together. warnings: NSFW 18+ explicit spicy times, oral (f&m receiving), teasing, spit play. word count: 2.3k note: happy feral Friday loves 😈 you asked, you pleaded, you cried and I delivered because ily 😚

“Professor, I don't need a co-facilitator,” you beg your professor.

“It’s university policy, Y/N,” he tells you, “two students have to lead the study group.”

You huff in disappointment. You tutored for extra credit, and not to mention it looks phenomenal on your transcript, but you didn’t want someone dragging you down. You just wanted to host the study group, answer questions, and get out as soon as possible.

“Who’s leading with me?” you ask, crossing your arms.

“Aemond,” your professor answers and your heart drops into your stomach.

You hadn’t really spoken since the other night and your scandalous quickie in the library study room. You’d turned in your paper, said an awkward goodbye, and then proceeded to use your vibrator to the memory of Aemond calling you a bad girl while fucking your brains out. 

Scratch that last part. You’re trying to forget that part. You’re trying to forget the whole thing actually. 

“Seriously?” you ask and your professor nearly rolls his eyes.

“You’re the top students in my class,” he tells you, “it would be good for you to join forces, and work together.”

You raise your eyebrows at his hopeful expression. He tilts his head to the side, lacing his fingers together as he speaks.

“Or no study group,” he says suddenly, “no extra credit, I’ll just do office hours.”

Your mouth falls open.

“That would be a disservice to the class,” you accuse.

“Then you better go chat with Mr. Targaryen.”

A frustrated noise escapes you and your professor’s eyes widen, he even takes a step back.

“Fine,” you say between your teeth, and your professor gives you a relieved smile. 

That’s how you found yourself at the door of Aemond Targaryen’s dorm room. You know it's him, you asked his sister Helaena who confirmed he’s still living on campus even though his roommate (and brother) Aegon joined a fraternity and moved into their house. 

There’s a name card on the door that reads “Aemond” in the shape of a wolf. It matches all the doors on the floor, a cute attempt by the resident assistant, Cregan Stark. 

You knock on the door, tapping your foot impatiently. 

“Hey,” he says opening the door, but it's phrased more like a question. 

He’s wearing a simple black t-shirt and sweats. You can see he was studying, books are strewn at the desk that lies in the corner of his room. 

“Hey,” you tell him, “look, Professor Strong says we have to do the study group together.”

Aemond hums to himself.

“When is it?” he asks, leaning against his door frame.

“Tonight.”

“Can’t,” he says, pursing his lips.

“Why not?” you ask, already irritated. 

“Nosy,” he sneers, looking you up and down. 

“Got a hot date, Targaryen?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” he answers, smirking as your cheeks pink. 

“Well save the girl the agony of a date with you and cancel.”

“Who said it was a girl?”

“Spare the guy then.”

He chuckles, moving out of the way.

“I’ll make it work,” he says, “come in, stop standing there.”

You follow him inside. 

“I made some flashcards,” you tell him, closing the door and dropping your bag on his floor. He sits in the chair at his desk, next to his bed. 

“Okay, so you’ve got it all figured out,” Aemond says, in a condescending tone.

“Haha,” you tell him, flipping through, “I only made a few but I figured we could make it fun-”

“How are flashcards fun?” he teases.

Your patience is wearing thin. He’s acting different, cockier now that he’s fucked you. You can sense it with every word he speaks, with the way his eyes caress your body. You want to knock him down a few pegs. 

“Like this,” you tell him, taking the elastic band off of your deck of flashcards.

Aemond raises his eyebrows at you, still seemingly unimpressed.

“Every question you get right, I take something off,” you tell him.

His lips part, a fire dancing in his different colored eyes before he composes himself. You’ve caught him though, and a smirk plays on your mouth. 

“We can’t play that with a study group,” he argues.

You shrug.

“Fine, we don’t have-”

“But we’re not with the study group,” he says, cutting you off. 

Your smirk grows. 

“Here I’ll even start with an easy one,” you tell him, looking at the flashcards in front of you while absentmindedly twirling a piece of your hair. 

“Perfect,” you say, choosing one, “what is the capital of the Reach?”

Aemond takes his tongue between his teeth, you can see it slightly poking out. Your cheeks flush at the memory of his tongue on you. 

“Highgarden, easy,” he tells you. 

“Mhmm,” you answer, unzipping your sweatshirt. 

Aemond watches as you shrug out of the sleeves, letting it fall to the ground. 

You keep going, and with every correct answer another piece of clothing drops to the floor. Your pants are off, then your shirt. You’d even argue for a solid five minutes if your shoes count (they do). They now lay on the ground along with your socks. 

You’re thankful for the matching set you decided on, a lacy number that compliments your skin tone. Aemond’s eyes rest on your face, but you can tell he’s trying to not let them drop to the amount of exposed skin you’re showing. 

Your eyes light up wickedly as he hesitates before answering the next question.

“You don’t know it,” you gasp, dramatically. 

“Hold on-”

“You smug son of a bitch!”

“Don’t talk about my mom like that, c’mon-”

Laughter escapes you as you watch his eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“Just go to the next one,” he says, motioning. 

“We’re out of cards,” you say, twisting your mouth into a pout, a sarcastic apology.

Aemond’s jaw slacks, his disappointment evident on his face.

“Oops,” you shrug, still clothed in your bra and panties, “guess we need to think of more.”

“You’re actually evil,” Aemond groans, causing you to chuckle.

“Poor baby,” you mock him, reaching for your shirt. 

Aemond is quick to stand, tearing the fabric from your fingers. You blink up at him. 

“Think of another question,” he asks.

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Please,” he adds, looking away. 

You bring a finger to tap your chin, narrowing your eyes and keeping your lips in a firm pout. 

“Hmm,” you pretend to think. 

“Any day now.”

“I’m thinking.”

Aemond clicks his tongue, and something in his eyes darkens. 

“You are such a brat,” he says, before bringing a hand behind your neck, pulling you flush against him.

His kiss is punishing, it makes your knees tremble. Aemond’s free hand finds your waist, caressing the exposed skin and playing with the lace at the top of your panties. His tongue enters your mouth, deepening the kiss. You let him kiss you for a moment before pushing him away, a hand on his chest. 

Aemond’s reaction is immediate, pulling your face back to his, the snarl on his face. You kiss him back, wrapping your hands around his neck. His hands fall to your ass, kneading into the soft flesh. He backs up toward the bed, taking you with him as he sits, hands skirting down the back of your thighs to pull you on top of him. 

He’s kissing you all the while, tongue licking the roof of your mouth, dragging out a moan as you grind your hips into his. He pulls away only a moment to tug his t-shirt off and throw it to some corner of the room. He’s rock hard, and feeling him underneath you sends a shiver of pleasure up your spine. Aemond drags his mouth to your neck, sucking on the smooth flesh. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmurs against your neck, “how long I’ve pictured having you in my bed.”

“Awww,” you breathe, “careful Aemond, I’m beginning to think you might like me.”

“Shut up,” he murmurs, biting into your collarbone. 

Your breath catches and you tangle your fingers in his silky hair, holding his face against you. You’re bound to be covered in hickies tomorrow from how he’s nipping at you, but you can’t summon the energy to tell him to stop. Not when his lips feel so good against the soft skin of your throat, your shoulders, your neck. You can feel the sharp edge of his nose nudging the spot where your shoulder connects with your throat. 

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” he says as his fingers reach to unclasp your bra. 

You shrug the material down your arms, shimmying out of it until your breasts are freed, hanging heavy and lifting with every ragged breath you release. 

“Hmm?” Aemond murmurs before latching onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak.

Your eyes nearly roll back into your skull as a wave of desire ripples in your core. 

“I have,” you whimper, “especially when you’re being an asshole.”

You feel his finger teasing your underwear and you lift your hips, dragging your fingers down his chest until you reach his hardened cock. Aemond releases a breathy chuckle as you dip your hand below his waistband, wrapping your fingers around his length. 

It’s not fair how well-endowed he is, it's cruel really. 

You bite your lip in anticipation as you stroke him, watching his lips part, the way his breath turns ragged and his lashes flutter across his sharp cheekbones. His fingers pull your underwear to the side and you lift your hips, sinking down onto him.

You can’t help the pleasurable sigh that leaves your lips as you raise your hips beginning to ride him. The burn in your thighs is glorious, and Aemond’s hands rest on your hips, guiding you but letting you control the pace.

“You know what I think?” Aemond says, bringing a hand behind your hair, tangling in it, yanking your head backward.

You moan as you continue to bounce on his cock, as he buries his face between your breasts. He captures your nipple in his mouth, biting down harshly, before doing the same to the other. 

“I think you fucking like it,” he growls, “getting me all worked up in class.”

You choke out a laugh as he drives his hips up into you and it finishes with a moan. 

“You’re such a dick.” 

“You fucking love it.”

You tangle your hands in his hair, holding him against your breasts as you continue to ride him. Aemond’s hands dig into your hips, lifting you to assist the increasing pace. Your breasts bounce wildly against his face as he slams you on his cock, the slickness of your arousal coating your inner thighs.

Aemond becomes impatient, twisting you onto the bed. You lock your legs around his waist as he drives his hips into you. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” you tease and Aemond wraps a hand around your throat.

The space between his thumb and forefinger pinches your jaw.

“Open up,” he tells you and your eyes widen.

You can feel your cheeks redden but you do as you’re told by opening your mouth.

“Wider,” he growls and you stick out your tongue.

You know what’s coming, but it still sends a thrill through you as he spits onto your outstretched tongue.

“Still cute?” he asks, quivering an eyebrow.

You close your mouth swallowing.

“Adorable,” you tell him.

His thrusts increase, grip tightening on your throat as he fucks you relentlessly into the mattress. You’re trembling underneath him, whimpers leaving your lips.

“You’re not leaving this fucking room,” he growls, “not until I fuck this bratty little attitude out of you.”

Your smile is wicked, as his hips roll against you, cock brushing against the sweet spot within you. You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you when suddenly he pulls out, standing up. 

“On your knees,” he says, pumping his cock in his hand. 

You eagerly oblige and wrap your lips around his length. He hisses through clenched teeth as you bob your head around his length, his fingers tangling in your hair. You’re a drooling, gagging mess as he fucks your mouth, tears spilling down your cheeks as his cock hits the back of your throat. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

You hum around his length as he finishes, and you enthusiastically swallow his release. You release him with a pop, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. 

Aemond helps you off of your knees, panting.

“Fuck that was good,” Aemond says, kissing you again.

You moan against his mouth. You don’t think you’ll ever tire of kissing him, that smartass mouth of his works wonders. 

His hands grip your waist pushing you onto the bed. He settles between your thighs, lips closing around your clit, and a strangled cry escapes your lips. 

“Fu-fuck!” you mewl as he slips two fingers inside of you, his tongue unrelenting in its strokes on your needy clit. 

Aemond crooks his fingers against the rough section of your inner walls that makes your vision go white. You bring your hands to your breasts squeezing them as he feasts on you. Your thighs tremble around his head, and soon you’re releasing a flurry of obscenities as your pussy clenches around his fingers and you find your release. 

“Stop, stop,” you whimper as he keeps fucking your swollen walls with his fingers. 

Aemond hums, lightly licking at your clit, as he slowly removes his fingers from you. He lays next to you as you try to recover from the intensity of your orgasm. 

“What time’s the study group?” Aemond asks.

“Hmm?”

“The study group?”

You blink, running a hand over your face. 

“C’mon use that big brain of yours,” he teases, smirking at you. 

“Umm it's at 7,” you tell him, jogging your memory.

Aemond glances at the clock that sits on his desk, before turning back to you.

“Good,” he says rolling on top of you once more, hardened cock pressing against your thigh.

“Plenty of time.”

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[misguidedasgardian]

House of the Dragon Masterlist

For now all the stories are several male characters with a Targaryen!reader

😈 dark fic

🔥 smut

😈🔥= noncon/dubcon

💀 = death

☠️ = angst

💞 = fluff

Harwin Strong

Stories

The White Dragon 🔥💀💞 COMPLETED

You are Rhaenyra's younger sister, after you are forced to marry her lover Harwin Strong, you manage your new life as a part of court, while trying to keep your family together despite everyone trying to destroy the House of the Dragon from within

Cregan Stark

Stories

The Winter Sun 🔥☠️💞 COMPLETED

You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

And you found yourself more willing to be surrounded by wolves than by vipers. Because you were known as the little sunshine of the Red Keep, always shinning light in everything you touch, and the cold heart of Cregan Stark won't be any different.

The sun always shines, even in the coldest of winters.

I need to... 💞☠️🔥

You never expected your highschool sweetheart, the man you were certain you were going to marry, the perfect man, Aemond Targaryen, would cheat on you with your plastic arts teacher. Deciding to take a step back and change colleges, you end up where you wanted to first get to... Winterfell University, where your life takes a huge turn for the better, new friends, new classes, and specially, a new love. Now your needs go first, and first, you need to calm down

The Hour of the Wolf 🔥💀 ☠️

"The war is over, King Aegon the Usurper is dead but also is Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, now the Kingdom submerges in chaos and uncertainty about who will be the next Targaryen who will sit the iron Throne. All eyes turn to the two survivors, Aegon the young and her older sister. In the midst of chaos, the wolf Cregan Stark takes command to bring justice to his late Queen, and help to put back together the pieces of what was the greatest dynasty this Kingdoms had ever seen, he never realized he was the one who was going to put together the young new Queen as well"

One-shots

The price of war 😈🔥 part 2

Your family sends you to Winterfell to try and gain Cregan Stark's alligiance, but he didn't take very well the fact that you'd think he would betray his Queen, so he decides to take you anyways

Aemond Targaryen

Stories

The Dragon's Mistress 😈🔥☠️ COMPLETED

You were the last remaining child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, hold up in Dragonstone, the Greens, more, precisely, Aemond Targaryen has come for you... to bend the knee and submit yourself to him

Storm's End (three-shot) 😈🔥☠️

part 2 part 3 part 4 Part 5

Ending I. Ending II

Your mother sends you to Storm’s End to rally Lord Borros Baratheon for your side, but your uncle arrived there before you

I want to steal the bride (Aemond x reader x Cregan)

Aemond and you met in college when he tried to get in your panties, now ten years later you have been best friends.

When your job takes you North, Aemond realizes you are the one for him and wants to tell you when you come back, the problem is, you come back engaged to Cregan Stark 

The wedding is coming incredibly fast and with Aemond appointed as your maid of honor, the problem is… he wants to steal the bride

Aemond x Helaena x Sister!reader

Story

Desire and Duty 🔥💞

After the war, your family completely decimated, Aemond does his duty, but also his desire, when he takes Helaena, and you, his little sister, as his wives. You go willingly, as you and Helaena already had found... comfort... in eachohehr

Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader

Stories

Blurred Lines 🔥☠️💞😈

You had been married to Harwin Strong for four years, you had a beautiful daughter together, you stayed home, took care of his child, of him, the house and his sons form his first marriage every other week, but that wasn't enough

He cheated on you, so you kicked him out of the house.

You would have never guessed that Jacaerys, Harwin's eldest child, was not going to leave your life, as this is exactly wht he was expecting you to make you his, finally

Jacaerys Velaryon x Alicent

Oneshot

A little payback 🔥 COMPLETED

Jacaerys that his family and him are constantly belittled and bullied by the self-frightous Queen Alicent, he has to put her in her place, and that place is under him

[torukmaktoskxawng]

utter betrayal

Pairing: Lyle Wainfleet/Fem!reader

Summary: As part of the jungle escort for the Avatar Program, Corporal Lyle Wainfleet is exposed to Na'vi customs and Dr. Augustine's distaste for him. He can't blame her. After all, he is sleeping with her sister.

Warning: no smut, it's just implied. Death and angst, swear words, name calling, blood, canon-typical violence, claustrophobia.

A/N: Request? No, but I feel like no one talks about the times Lyle used to run with the avatar scientists in the first movie, and I felt like that could make a potent mix of angst 😈 Just an added warning that the majority of this was written on my phone so its not nearly as long or as detailed as I wanted it to be, but I had this idea and I wanted to quickly write it out. I don't like Lyle but I consider this a character study that I challenged myself with. Enjoy!

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"Stay with the ship. One idiot with a gun is enough."

"You're the man, doc."

Y/n only spared Lyle a look before she went to catch up with the avatar crew. Squeezing past Norm and Sully, she reached her sister at the head of the group, "You could cut him some slack. He's trying."

Grace rolled her bright yellow eyes, busying herself with watching the trees carefully, trying to narrow down any familiar signs of the Na'vi watching their little science crew of avatars, "The dimwit is too trigger happy. Parker shouldn't have assigned him to us for how sensitive this mission is."

"Mm. That's not the only reason why you hate him," Y/n smirks, and it only grows the more irritated Grace appeared. Jake was watching the Augustine sisters interact from the back of the group, curiously watching the way Y/n bravely overstepped boundaries with Grace that he knew he'd be clipped for if he tried.

Sully doesn't have time to think about it after he got chased off by a thanator, forcing Grace to pull back the rest of her team and retreat back to the gunship.

Lyle had spotted them coming from his scope on his AR, peering up as Y/n approached him, "Hey, mama, what's going on?"

"We got a problem," Y/n muttered.

"Everyone get in!" Grace rushed out, determined to get in the air as soon as possible in order to search for Jake. Lyle gets into the cockpit with Trudy while the avatars pile in the back.

No one said anything, but they all thought Jake was already dead. Barely anyone could survive a night alone in the forest, let alone the new guy who was the current target of a thanator. After Trudy calls it, they all hesitantly leave Jake behind without learning of his fate. The moment they landed back at Hell's Gate, Grace rushed her team back to the biolab, and they all immediately broke their links to return to their human forms and try to wake up Jake's.

Crisis was averted when Jake struggled but managed to wake up, exclaiming the avatar was safe within the Omatikaya camp. After the initial relief and Jake's report, everyone had gone their separate ways for the night, excited to get Jake back in the grind in the morning so they could hear more from the Na'vi for the first time in years.

Y/n decided not to turn in yet. Instead, she found herself in the rec room at the same late hour she always does, every night, without delay. And, as usual, her date is always late.

"Hey, little mama."

She rolls her eyes at the pet name and rises to greet Lyle, now standing significantly shorter than him as she presses into his space. Wainfleet hums into her hair then leans down to playfully nip her ear when she held onto him for too long. She scoffs and weakly whacks his arm before moving back to her table and sitting down.

Lyle smirks and doesn't accept this seating arrangement, sitting down and pulling Y/n to sit on his knee as they talked, "So I heard they managed to revive Wheelie."

"You mean Jake? Yeah, he's awake now. He's fine, and so is his avatar." She shrugs while throwing an arm loosely over his shoulders.

"That's gotta be one helluva story how he managed to outrun that devil cat."

"Whether it's real or imbelished, I'm sure he'll be entertaining us for the next week or so."

"Mmhm," was all he responded with as he began to kiss her neck, not working his way up and just going straight to gently sucking her skin between his teeth with intention of marking her.

She happily leans away to give him more access, her breaths softly rising in pitch at the sensation of his tongue and teeth working together while her eyes glance around, "Not here..."

"See, you say that every time," he grins into her neck, his hands inching down her stomach, "And yet we meet up here every time. It's like you want us to get caught, babydoll."

She moaned quietly to herself, not exactly denying it.

~~~~~~~~~

Jake ended up doing more than entertaining the scientists with stories. Before Y/n could blink, months go by, and now she's found herself on the run from the RDA, taking the role as Trudy's copilot while they quickly try to escape with the help of Norm, Jake, and Grace. With Hometree destroyed, Jake and the other labcoats were considered traitors to the cause and held prisoner. Y/n notably didn't ask for Corporal Wainfleet, and neither did he visit her in the brig. She stubbornly didn't say a word about it, more worried about the Omatikaya than her current relationship status. Trudy had told Y/n how Lyle reacted poorly to disengaging before he could even drill lead into the Na'vi and their home, and she didn't want to think about it any longer, the image of Lyle doing that disturbed her.

Determined to warn the Na'vi of Quaritch and his plan to lay out the entire forest, Max and Trudy let the others out of their holding cell and made a break for it, running nonstop to the shipyard. Trudy, Norm, and Y/n fired up the engine and proceeded to help Grace get Jake and his wheelchair into the gunship before hell broke loose. Gunshots followed Trudy's gunship until they were out of range, and then they were suddenly home free, cheering and whooping in celebration.

It was short-lived. Y/n remembered her whole world flipping upside down when she heard Jake announce with barely restrained fear in his voice, "Grace is hit!"

"What?"

~~~~~~~~~

Y/n, in her avatar, was beside herself after Grace died in her arms at the base of the Tree of Souls. The younger Augustine grew to accept comfort from Eywa, knowing that her sister died in a place she had always wanted to go. However, Y/n couldn't find the energy to help Jake and the Omatikaya spread out and recruit other Na'vi clans for their war. She remained with Mo'at at the Tree of Souls, mostly quiet and at war within her own mind.

She fought alongside the Na'vi and stubbornly didn't think about where among the battle Lyle was likely fighting against her. She didn't want to think about him and if he was already gone. She didn't want to think about whether or not he was thinking about her either with hate or betrayal. Either way, she knew she couldn't have faced him in the battlefield even if they did end up running into each other, but they never did. And when the battle was over, she stubbornly focused on her wounded friends and other Na'vi, refusing to find out what Lyle's fate had been until things died down.

Y/n kept busy by trying to help Norm keep his avatar alive after being gunned down in the fight. It took nearly a full day and night, but they had managed to stop the bleeding and stabalize the body, patching the wounds up and leaving it in one of the amino tanks... right beside Grace's avatar. Y/n pointedly wouldn't look in her direction.

It was only when Jake and the others began taking the Sky People's headcount and inventory before sending them on the shuttle back to Earth did Y/n finally allow herself to find out a mystery of her own. She held the list in her hands, a touchscreen displaying names of all the soldiers and other employees of the RDA who were announced missing or otherwise. She blinked back tears at her sister's name, highlighted red, and announced MIA. The RDA didn't know Grace had been wounded let alone killed, and so Y/n decided that they didn't need to have that satisfaction, leaving the status of her sister unknown before scrolling further down. Alphabetically, she had to scroll to nearly the very end of the list before she got the answer she was searching for.

Corporal Lyle Wainfleet - KIA

It felt as though she wasn't allowed to grieve, knowing that she would be grieving a man who did nothing but harm the Na'vi. She only managed to mourn him in private but otherwise wouldn't let anyone ask her about it. She would determinedly deny anything that involved her and Lyle in the future. Instead, she would go on for years just telling everyone that they were more of a fling than anything else. She couldn't afford to think otherwise.

Besides, she had better things to think about, like how she was going to raise her sister's daughter, whose conception still remained a total mystery. After the baby girl was born, Y/n thought about Grace's Na'vi name, Kìreysì, and decided to name the Na'vi infant Kiri.

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FIFTEEN YEARS LATER...

Y/n didn't believe Jake and Neytiri when they spoke of avatars with the names of dead soldiers from a war so long ago. After the Sullys returned from a dangerous interaction with these new avatars and Spider was captured, Y/n held Kiri tightly that night, the teenager beside herself after her best friend's kidnapping. Her aunt, however, was quiet other than the physical comfort she provided. Y/n's own mind was clouded, thinking back to Jake's description of these new RDA avatars. He had confirmed Quaritch to be one of them, but otherwise couldn't be certain about the others, not to mention the handful he, Neytiri, and even Neteyam killed.

For the safety of the People, the Sullys decided to leave and so Y/n and Kiri followed them. They fly to Awa'atlu to live among the Metkayina, and for those few months, life was peaceful again, aside for the strife Y/n felt when Kiri had a seizure.

After the tulkun were attacked, however, war was ever apparent again. Jake and the entire Metkayina clan swim to the kids' rescue after Lo'ak called in the siting of the demon ship. With Payakan's help, the Na'vi had the upper hand. While Jake and the Reef People attacked from below in the water, Neytiri and Y/n attacked from above, flying down from their ikrans. They weren't expecting the Sky People to have ikran of their own, and for the first time, Y/n laid eyes on these new avatars as she helped gun them down.

She got separated from Neytiri during the initial battle, then the sky began to darken and Y/n was frantically searching for Kiri among the chaos. She finds her, eventually, screaming for help while also demanding her captor to let her go. Y/n spotted an ikran carrying the teenager to the demon ship and so she dives down, quietly jumping down onto the ship as well before ordering her ikran to fly away. Y/n sneaks through the ship before finding Kiri and her captor.

It was another avatar, completely armed to the teeth in weapons and standard military gear. He was bald apart from the queue braid and had sunglasses resting on his forehead. Something about him struck Y/n with a sense of familiarity, and then her blood ran cold when she caught sight of the avatar's name patch on his vest.

L . WAINFLEET

She can't afford to deny her eyes or even accept what she was seeing. Before she could blink, the avatar had grabbed Kiri by her hair and roughly pulled the girl up to her feet, causing her to cry out. Before she could think straight, Y/n rushed forward with her arm out to her niece, "Lyle, wait!"

Lyle looked up at his name and quickly grabbed his knife, pressing it to the Na'vi girl's neck and forcing the woman who was about to ambush him to stop in her tracks, several feet away. It took a minute, but Lyle managed to recognize the avatar woman in front of them, despite the fact she wore her hair differently and now wore proper Na'vi attire.

Kiri had confirmed the woman's identity to Lyle when she whimpered out in fear, "Aunt Y/n--"

Lyle pulled the kuru braid in his hand sharply, causing Kiri to yelp as he snarled, "Shut up!"

"Lyle--"

He turns his glare to the woman in front of them, "Don't come any closer, traitor!"

"I'm the traitor?" Y/n's eyes narrowed, "Look who hasn't seen a mirror lately."

He seethed, the pent up rage he felt at the very thought of her finally coming to light ever since he woke up in a different body, "You turned your back on us-- on me! And for what? For them? For this half-breed?"

"The Na'vi were here first!" She screamed back, "We don't deserve this place to be our home if we're just going to burn down every tree and shoot up every animal we don't like!"

"These freaks of nature are just animals! Quaritch says they're bloodthirsty animals--"

"Dammit, Lyle, they're not! Quaritch purposely threatened them! He pushed and egged them on until they had no choice but to fight back!" The words made him pause, but she continued to scream in defiance, "Human blood is not on their hands, it's on Quaritch's hands because he doesn't actually give a damn about 'good men and women'. He just cares about bloodshed! He's a bloodthirsty monster. If anything, I should feel betrayed by you! After all, you're the one helping the man who killed my sister!"

His expression was still timid, despite the hate and anger slowly dissipating. His grip still tight on Kiri, Lyle snarled with disdain, "So what, you made a family with these savages after we ganked your sister?"

Y/n sucks in a breath and her eyes dart to Kiri, "That girl is not a savage, Lyle. Look at her."

He does so, looking down at his captive. Upon closer inspection, the girl did spark a feeling of recognition in the back of his head, but he wasn't sure from what until Y/n spoke again, "She's Grace's daughter. She's all I have left of her."

Lyle's expression hardened as he peered back up at the woman in front of him. Her ears drooped, and her eyes were pleading behind the unshed tears, her breath shaking as she begged pathetically, "So, please... please don't hurt my niece. Take me if you have to, but please don't hurt my baby."

He's strangely quiet, eyes unwavering as they glared into her soul. Y/n wasn't sure what was going on in his head. The man always had a clever poker face, but he stared at her like he was trying to figure out a motive. He never got the chance to answer, however, as the screech of an approaching ikran broke the silent stand-off. All heads look up and catch sight of another banshee, decked out in military gear, landing on the platform above them. The rider, another avatar, breaks away from the ikran and jumps down between Y/n and Wainfleet. When he stood straight up, Y/n sucked in a sharp breath as she came face-to-face with Quaritch, her sister's killer.

The colonel stared Y/n with a firm, victorious grin, addressing the man standing behind him while still sizing up the female avatar, "Well done, Lyle."

Y/n's ears were still pinned to her skull, but her tail thrashed wildly behind her as she bared her teeth, hissing in defense, "You."

"If it ain't the Other Dr. Augustine. You don't look like you've aged a day," Quaritch steps off to the side to point back at Kiri, "She yours?"

Y/n was wise enough not to speak, but her heart squeezes painfully when Lyle presses the knife closer to Kiri's neck, causing the teenager to whimper in fear, "Auntie-!"

"Dammit, Lyle, let her go!" Y/n's voice cracked as she screeched desperately, and even Lyle could admit he flinched, her plea breaking the air and driving his cropped ears to wildly turn at the source.

Quaritch appeared satisfied as if he solved a mystery, "Ah. So she's your sister's. Where is that old bitch, huh?" He pointedly looked around, "That woman had a bite even before having a child, I doubt she'd be any nicer. So why isn't she here?"

Lyle seemed fit to answer for her, his voice still accusatory, "The traitor mentioned that she died, Colonel."

Quaritch hummed, "So. Old Dr. Augustine actually did kick the bucket, eh? If memory serves, I could've sworn I clipped her, but I was never sure. It's good to know that not all traitors walked away unscathed."

"You son of a bitch," Y/n's voice trembled even through her defensive stance, her ears occasionally moving in the direction of Kiri whenever the girl squirmed under Lyle's hold, otherwise, Y/n's eyes kept firmly staring at Quaritch, wary.

"Now that's no way to talk to the man who got your niece under a knife."

"You call yourself a man?" Y/n hissed, "What kind of man blindly follows orders and slaughters innocent women and children? I don't know if you remember the planet we come from, but on Earth, they would've locked you away so deep you would've never seen the light of day again, you fucking psychopath."

Before another word was spoken, a familiar, smaller figure appeared between Y/n and Quaritch. A teenage boy, dressed in a breathing mask and a loincloth, covered in blue paint meant to resemble stripes, his eyes only on Kiri while pleading up at the man who claimed to be his father, "No, wait! Don't hurt her!"

"Spider?" Kiri cried.

"Spider, get outta here!" Y/n ordered, "Get help!"

"Don't hurt her, please!" Spider continued to beg, his eyes now focused up at the colonel standing above him, "Don't do this!"

Y/n decided that desperate times called for desperate measures, and so with only deciding at the last possible second, she reached forward and snatched Spider, pulling him back into her arms and keeping her hands tightly on both of his shoulders so he couldn't get away. Quaritch reacted by quickly stepping forward, but stopped when Y/n hissed ferociously as if she was protecting her meal. Once she knew he wouldn't pursue them further, Y/n relaxed only slightly before proclaiming, "I'm not gonna hurt your son, Quaritch. He's safe with me because I'm not like you. I don't hurt kids. The question is whether or not you hurt my kid."

"Please," Spider continued to beg Quaritch, despite now acting as a hostage. He was still only thinking about Kiri's safety, "Please don't hurt her."

Conflicted, the colonel doesn't move, his eyes flicking between Spider and Y/n. Lyle's feet shuffle behind him, but doesn't otherwise move, his knife still pressed into Kiri's neck, the tension only rising when no one moved. Spider still hung onto hope, waiting with bated breath for his father to see reason.

But the only thing Quaritch saw reason to was to raise his gun and pull the trigger, shooting Y/n point blank in the chest. The woman staggered back at the impact, toward the edge of the ship, and instead of letting go of Spider like Quaritch intended her to do, she only held on tighter in her shock, pulling Spider with her.

Lyle stiffens in shock, loosening the knife around Kiri to the point where the blade itself was barely in his grasp. His eyes widen as he watched Y/n collapse to her knees, Spider spinning around, his back to Quaritch, as he tried to steady the Na'vi woman and shield her from the man still holding the gun.

"No! Mom!" Kiri screamed horrifically, managing to break away from her captor when she realized that his grip on her had loosened.

"Y/n!" Spider yelled in fear, reaching to grab hold of her as Kiri suddenly appeared out of nowhere, both of them crowding the woman who practically raised them together.

Weak and shaking, Y/n tried to take deep breaths and apply pressure to her own wound. Quaritch shot her with the intention of letting his son go, so while the bullet hole currently drilled into her collar, shattering said collar bone wasn't going to kill her right away, it was still lethal.

She doesn't have time to think about it, her thoughts and instinct still shouting at her to get the kids out of harm's way. Shaking from head to toe, in pain, she gripped Kiri and Spider's shoulder in both of her hands as she wheezed quietly at them, smiling as softly as possible, "Get out of here."

And with that, Y/n blocked the kids from Quaritch' sight and his gun, pushing them with all her might until Kiri and Spider were sent over the edge of the ship, screaming her name and crying on the way down, too shocked to stop their own fall until they hit the water.

Y/n heard an angry snarl behind her and just as she turned around, her cheek met someone's fist and she was sent crumbling to the floor, barely managing to catch herself with her hands now covered in her own blood. She spits blood on the ground after the punch made her bite the inside of her cheek before staggering to sit up on her knees, glaring up at Quaritch and now Lyle through her eyelashes.

"Unlike you, I have one life left, you son of a bitch," she grinned almost maniacally, "One more body. So just wait. Because next time we meet, I'm going to kill you."

Her gaze slyly turns to only Lyle, her disdain and betrayal still evident in her eyes as she spat out, "And next time, I'm gonna make sure you stay dead."

Lyle has never been a coward, but the one time he was, it was when he looked away as Quaritch raised his pistol again, making sure to point it right between Y/n's eyes. With his back turned to the corporal, Quaritch didn't see Lyle flinch when he pulled the trigger, the gunshot ringing in the air as the body collapsed to the floor.

~~~~~~~~~

Y/n gasped loudly, about to sit up with all her strength until she realized she was strapped down in the link bay gurney, the soft glow of the lights inside the gurney blinking down at her. She continued to breathe heavily and sporadically, trying to get her lungs to expand fully but it was almost as if they couldn't. She screamed at the top of her lungs, desperate for someone to hear her, until finally the gurney moves and the lid was thrown open. Several of her human friends and family surround her and pull her out, all of them talking at once, asking questions and concerned as to what happened. Y/n isn't able to realize she was back in the biolab stationed in the Hallelujah Mountains as she continues to gasp and choke, her hands pawing at her chest as if looking for something that wasn't there.

Norm's eyes widen, recognizing the signs of a human who was forced out of their link after their avatar's death. He ushers everyone out until it was just him and Max in front of Y/n, the taller scientist holding her shoulders gently in both of his hands, concern in his gaze, "Y/n. What happened?"

It takes a long time, but Y/n managed to find her lungs again and began to breathe more steadily than before, still occasionally shaking as she takes in her surroundings. Her thoughts and memories catch up to her until her heart picks up in speed again, the panic returning as she thought of Kiri, Spider, the Sullys, Quaritch... and Lyle.

"We need to get back to Awa'atlu... Now!"

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: I managed to get this done and posted at work, so yeah, I hope it was okay even thought it was done via phone.

Request page is here, but please read the rules before leaving a request in the ask box, thank you!

[comphy-and-cozy]

can you please do something with “I’m going to ruin you” with the big boy, andrei svechnikov?

bestie, I knew this one had to be extra special for you - so it’s no question why this quickly turned into a mini fic bc what is a blurb anyway? I kind of combined this with a different request I got to make a sequel to sundress szn 😈

enjoy, my love!

Prompt: “I’m going to ruin you.”

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x teammate’s sister!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Language, brief alcohol use/mention, oral sex (m + f receiving), brief choking, unprotected sex, creampie.

The white tablecloth is thick, almost stiff against your legs. Flickering candles and dimly-lit wall lamps provide most of the light in the room, aside from the glow of the city outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows. During the day, you’re sure it’s probably a beautiful view of the skyline, but at night it’s even prettier, a sea of glittering lights amongst the darkness.

The waiters aren’t wearing white gloves, but they might as well be, their suit vests and red ties adhering to the high standard their clientele demands. The menu is small, prices not even listed — a sign that the bill will be exorbitant.

It’s far more extravagant than you would’ve wanted for a first date, but Andrei was insistent that if he was going to risk his life taking his Captain’s sister on a date, he was going to do it right.

And he did, pulling out all the right stops: arriving 5 minutes early, flowers in hand, opening your car door, offering his arm as you walked into the restaurant. He’s polite, a perfect gentleman, when he orders an expensive bottle of wine for the two of you, his eyes hardly leaving yours the entire time.

“Trying to get me liquored up?” you ask once the waiter leaves, a flirtatious smile on your face.

The glint in his eye that you love so much is back when he glances toward you, dimple exposed as his smile matches yours. It’s hard to miss the way his eyes dip down toward the shadow of your cleavage before quickly darting back up to your own. “Why? You need a little liquid confidence?”

“Why would I need confidence to do something I’ve already done?” you smirk, following his lead and letting your eyes slide slowly and blatantly over the buttons of his crisp dress shirt, already imagining the satisfying sound of them hitting the floor when you rip it open later this evening.

“There’s a few things you haven’t done.” He licks his lips, a subtle hint at what he’s referencing, and you feel a throb between your legs, debating if waiting for your food is even worth it. But, then a waiter walks by with a plate of hot, prime cut steaks sizzling in butter, the scent almost as intoxicating as the man across from you, and you think to yourself that you can wait for a little while longer.

“And you’re going to enjoy every one of them, aren’t you?” you ask with a teasing smile, gently running a hand across your collarbone.

“Oh, baby,” he hums, his gaze purely predatory despite the charming smile he puts on. To anyone around you, you’d look like a happy couple on a nice dinner date, the mounting sexual tension invisible to passersby. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

The waiter interrupts what is about to come out of your mouth, a secret that you’ll keep forever, but his words already have the desired effect. Your legs squeeze together, a desperate throb between them as your heart ticks quicker in your chest, and in some ways, you’re thankful for the interruption, unwilling to let your date know just how much impact he has on you.

Dinner is pleasant, but excruciating, watching the flex of his hands as he cuts through his expensive steak, his large fingers wrapped around the thin stem of his wine glass. It’s terribly sexy, his strength compared to the delicate fragility of the glass, surely some kind of parallel for what you’re anticipating as soon as he gets you home and the front door is locked.

Sure enough, he does, though you admit you aren’t expecting him to immediately pin you to the door you’re in the middle of locking, skirt hiked up over your hips before he’s on his knees behind you with a growl.

“No panties?”

“I’m wearing…” you trail off, your sentence punctured by a gasp when he rips the flimsy fabric in question from your frame.

“You call these panties?” he asks, though your terminology is hardly a concern now that there’s something far more tempting in his sight.

There isn’t much room for any retort, not with Andrei roughly tugging your hips backward in order to press his face against your center. He groans at the contact, the vibration traveling straight through your clit and into every single nerve ending in your body, heightened when his tongue begins to stimulate your dripping folds.

His voice is muffled by your ass, but you can make out a distinct fuck as he tastes you, the way he’s been dying to from the moment you opened your front door looking sinfully beautiful. It’s your eyes he loves most, but your legs are a close second, the skirt you picked for the night teasing him just enough to drive him insane. He couldn’t deny that he’d spent half of dinner dreaming of pressing his head between your thighs underneath the table, remembering the all-too-brief taste he had of you, wondering if he could get away with it — ultimately he’d decided against it, but having you in your entryway is a pretty close second, he thinks.

Andrei doesn’t let up until you’re two orgasms deep, legs shaking as you clutch desperately at the door for support. Offering you some reprieve, he sits back on his knees and sucks your essence off of his fingers, the ones that brought you to your latest demise, a dark glint in his eyes.

“Taste extra sweet when you’ve got some wine in you,” he jokes.

“As good as that expensive steak you bought?”

“Better,” he hums. “It doesn’t even come close.”

It isn’t long before he’s got you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, your discarded panties long forgotten near the vase by your door. His lips are attached to yours, giving you a taste of yourself, and you’re so distracted that it takes a moment before you realize he’s walking blindly, no idea where your bedroom is located.

With a giggle, you detach yourself from his lips and give him instructions, down the hall and on the right, and his bashful smile has your heart melting. The butterflies whoosh away the second he plops you onto your bed, looking down at you with a look that’s hungrier than before. Something tells you that the sight of you on a mattress is something he’s been dying to see.

You move to tug your knee-high boots off, stilled with a quick hand and a dark glance. “Leave them. Been thinking about fucking you in nothing but these boots all night.”

His words, as always, make you shiver, the lustful promises from his lips something you’ll never grow tired of. Normally, you might make some kind of quip, a snarky comeback, but you’ve been dreaming of having him inside of you from the moment he slipped out weeks ago, leaving you leaking his cum in the middle of your brother’s half bathroom. It’s all you can do not to rip his clothes off along with your own, ready for him to fuck you into oblivion like he promised.

Andrei’s hand wraps around your throat, engulfing it with ease, pulling you up to kiss him again. Blindly, your hands fumble with his dress shirt, working it open until he’s taking matters into his own hands, tearing it down the middle and sending buttons flying across the room. You barely notice your prophecy come true, instead captivated by the cut, stark lines of his muscles, like he’s been carved out of fucking clay, sculpted like a piece of art that you’d find in the Met.

“Like what you see?” he teases, muscles flexing as he shrugs the tattered shirt off his form.

“Didn’t get to appreciate it in full last time,” you say, cheeks hot from the call out — but how can he blame you? — before your eyes drop a little lower, to the expensive-looking black slacks that hang on his hips. “Just like something else.”

The sight of you on your knees, your tits pulled haphazardly out of your top as you work on his zipper is a sight Andrei knows he’ll never forget. But the feeling of you taking him in your mouth, your eyes gazing up at him while brimming with tears, pressing further and further until he touches the back of your throat? A feeling he’ll spend chasing for the rest of his life.

With a curse in Russian, his hand threads through your hair to clear your way, not wanting anything to impede his view of his cock sliding between your wet, pretty lips, disappointed he can’t see the way your tongue works sinful magic on the vein that’s throbbing on the underside. But goddamn if he can’t feel it.

He waits until he’s twitching in your mouth, body thrumming with desire and desperate to spill into the back of your throat before he ends your experiment, unwilling to release the contents of his balls anywhere but inside your cunt. Because as good as your mouth feels, he also knows what it feels like to have your snug, warm walls milking him for all he’s worth, and it’s something he wants carnally.

As promised, he rids you of all of your clothing except for your boots, though he is tempted to leave your skirt bunched around the swell of your hips because of the way it makes you look so slutty, so needy for him you couldn’t wait a second longer. But, he thinks, there’ll be another time for that, instead wanting to see you bare, fully, since he didn’t get the pleasure the last time.

“Andrei,” you whine when his strong arms pin your hands over your head, settling himself between your legs. Your body arches into his, desperate. “Please.”

“Such gorgeous legs,” he groans, ignoring you, moving one hand to nudge your thigh up over this hip, then the other. “Perfect fucking body you have.”

“Didn’t you say you were gonna ruin me? Seems like all bark and no bite.”

His eyes, normally so warm and kind, darken at your sass, and he smirks. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he loves that you can match him step for step, challenging him with your attitude that intrigues him like no other girl ever has.

The sound you make when he presses into you is near enough to make him bust right then and there; similarly, the groan he emits once he’s buried to the hilt makes you gush, feeling yourself clench tightly around his length. He’s warm, and you swear he’s bigger than before, stretching you entirely around his delicious girth. Every movement he makes is perfect, starting slow and building his pace, different from before now that he has time and space to truly ravish you. You don’t have to ask him to keep going, to move faster, to go harder, because he knows exactly what you need before you do.

You’ve lost the ability to speak, though if you could, you’d only be able to moan out his name. His pace is brutal, hips slapping against the back of your thighs, and the rough movement of his body has the cross hanging around his neck brushing against your chest with his rhythm. It’s a filthy thing, the desire to have his chain hitting your face, an inexplicably sexy detail that somehow cranks the temperature up to scorching levels.

When he lets your hands go in favor of cupping your face, your hands slip around his muscular shoulders, clutching onto him as you hang on for dear life. He wants to kiss you, to get his mouth on you, but he can’t bring himself to stop looking at your face, in awe of the way your brows scrunch together and how your mouth falls open when he hits your g-spot just right.

“Feel so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs, his accent thicker now that he’s exuding more effort with his hips instead of his English, determined to stay on pace and bring you to your high. “So pretty.”

This time, when you come, you’re in the comfort of your own home and don’t have to stay quiet for fear of your brother walking in at any second, so you’re free to cry out his name when your legs shake as your climax hits you like a fucking train. A white hot blur of pleasure blinds you, taking over every single cell in your body with everything Andrei.

He’s not far behind you, shooting thick ropes into your eager and waiting center, greedily accepting everything he has to give you. His head falls in the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, hair tickling your jaw as he pants, breath hot against your already molten skin.

“I’m never gonna be able to look Staalsy in the eye ever again,” he says. He’s joking, of course, but there’s a part of him that knows everything is different now, and not just because of the pussy that he’s pretty sure was crafted in heaven specifically for him.

Andrei Svechnikov is falling in love with his captain’s little sister, and there’s not a damn thing he can do to stop it.