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sthnearlyheadless · 6 months

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Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader y'all i'm lazy. i don't fell like making a summary. and as always, i didn't proofread, if there's any mistakes, i apologize. Warnings: nothing but kisses and mentions of fights, i think

"I can’t believe you”

“What, you can’t believe me? Are you fucking serious, Jenna?” You responded watching the small women taking off her expensive shoes angrily. Jenna’s eyes glaring at you, almost throwing knives at you.

“I was having fun, Y/N. Why do you had to make such a scene? I though I was the actress here, but you deserved an Oscar for that, I have to admit”

You followed her to the kitchen as soon as you finished locking the front door of the house that you both shared.

“I can’t believe you’re seriously pissed at me for protecting you. What the hell is your problem, man? That douchebag was trying to touch you! You wanted me to sit there and just watch it?!”

“Don’t yell at me, Y/N!” Jenna pointed at you and you took a step back immediately as she took one forward. You see, you guys height difference was very noticeable, but Jenna’s anger was something that always scared you a little. You never wanted push your luck with the Latina woman so much. Even though you knew each other basically your entire life since you are childhood friends that recently started to live together, you never saw this look on her eyes before.

“I could’ve handled myself just fine. It was an event, Y/N. There was cameras everywhere! You didn’t have to punch him in the face and start a fucking fight!”

Well, thinking for this side… Jenna’s was kind of right. But you couldn’t help yourself when you noticed that she was uncomfortable and had - a lot of times - told that stupid guy to leave her alone and he obviously didn’t listen and worse, tried to force her to go to somewhere, you lost all your reasoning.

“And look at your face. It’s all bruised up” she continued resting the glass of water on the sink and looking at you. You looked away, ashed. You realized now that you might have caused problems to her. You know, the fight was recorded for sure, and people will definitely talk about this on the Internet. You never wanted to harm Jenna in any kind of way, but you might have now. You just wanted to protect the girl you loved… and not only in a friendly way. You’ve noticed your feelings for Jenna when you guys were about 18. You were 21 now. Since then you had dated some other girls for a while and watched her date some other people too, but your heart was and still is entirely hers… even though she never noticed and you don’t have the guts to say it.

You probably never will.

“You should see the other guy” you said in a low voice, still not looking at you.

It was Jenna’s turn to let out a tired sigh. She decided to walk towards you again, not in a menacing posture anymore. She didn’t wanna fight anymore. The discussion all the way back home and now was tiring enough, that and the fact that she didn’t stop get worried for you. Not in one single second.

And now that the bruises were more noticeable, she worried more. Her anger quickly slowing down.

“Sit there. I’m gonna take care of this” she pointed at the couch.

“Jenna, you don’t have to that. I’m fine and…”

“Don’t argue with me, Y/N. I’m tired. Just do it, okay?” she let out a sigh looking deep in your eyes. Like always, you couldn’t deny her.

You sat down on the couch like Jenna said so and waited. Playing with your fingers thinking about how stupid you were. You let Jenna down, you probably caused trouble on her career and if you ever dreamed on having a chance with her, you could totally forget about it now. She would never see you in a different way. You always going to be the trouble girl that Jenna had to step in to not get in more trouble.

“This is gonna sting a little” she announced as she already had put the medicine on the cotton and put the first aid kit on the floor. She sat really close to you and started to rub the cotton on the bruised parts. You watched her face so close to yours as her intense brown eyes looking carefully at your face.

“Ouch! Jenna, easy!” you tried to back off, only to Jenna grab your jaw. Not in a rush way, but strong enough to keep you still. “Geez, Jen, c’mon!” you cried out.

“Stop being a baby. You should’ve thought about before getting into a fight. Again”

You grimaced before answering:

“I don’t mind being hurt, Jenna. As long as defending you”

Jenna sighed. For the hundredth time. She did that a lot when she was mad. She finally stopped applying medicine on your bruises and you thanked all the gods you knew for that. Although the look on her face scared you, you didn’t know what to think. You knew Jenna your entire life, but even for you was hard to read her face. Her perfect and beautiful features.

“You’re never gonna change, are you, Y/N?”

“If by that you mean protecting you, no, I’m not”

“Even if you get hurt like that?” she pointed at your face and hands. “You’re crazy, Y/N”

“I told I don’t care! What can’t you get that?”

“I can’t understand why you always get in the middle of something that involves me!” she stood up, starting to raise her voice as well. “I mean I know that you’re my best friend, but act like…”

“Like what?” you pushed, speaking low, but standing up too.

“Like… like your jealous” she said at last. Like she was unsure of what she just said out loud. Even though she was sensing it for a little while, she, just like you, didn’t say things out loud sometimes. You were alike in this way.

“Say something, Y/N” Jenna crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“What you want me to say, Jenna?” you looked at the floor.

“Anything, Y/N! Anything!” you looked at her again with this burst of her. “What’s really going on with you? You know you can tell me anything”

“I love you”

“Um… Y/N, I-I love you too, you know that… but what this…”

“No. Not like that!” You stepped back and sat defeated sat on the couch, looking up to the small woman who looked puzzled by you right now.

“I don’t just love you in a friendly way. My feelings for changed since I was 18. I can tell it’s love because it didn’t fade nor has diminished. I never felt this for anyone in my life, Jenna, I love every single detail about you and everything you do. I love how you’re passionate about the things you love, your career, your family. How dedicate you are… I love you”

Jenna didn’t say anything. She was… totally mute. And that was scared you the most. You could’ve expected her to say anything, literally anything, Jenna always have something to say. But now, now that you finally have spilled your true feelings locked inside you for so many years… you have silence as response.

And Jenna looking blankly back at you.

“I know you don’t feel the same, I-I… don’t worry. I’m gonna crush at someone’s house tonight. After that I can come and get my stuff” You said, trying your best to hold back your tears. “We don’t have to stay in this awkwardness between us and…”

“Shut up”

“What?”

“Just…” Jenna took a step in front of you and grabbed your face carefully and softly to not hurt you and then she closed the gap between your faces.

You did not think, you couldn’t. Her soft lips were magical, and you couldn’t think of anything anymore. The lips that were only in our imagination, tasted even better that your head could possibly project.

Her tongue asked for space inside your mouth and you more than happy allowed her dominance on the kiss. Your hands, a little bit shamefully, rested on her hips. You both moaning tasting each other.

When the air was really necessary, Jenna pulled away and rested her forehead on your. Your eyes were still closed and you looked like a pure bliss as you still hold her. Jenna smiled chuckled softly looking at your face, her soft dimples showing a bit as you guys were so close now.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Jenna caressed the baby hair on the back of your neck.

“I know. You keep saying that since we were kids”

Jenna laughed and you finally open your eyes.

“But I mean it, Jenna. I really love you”

“Why you never said anything?”

“I was scared”

“Of me?”

“Of you hating me… I don’t know, okay! This stuff is complicated, alright?”

Jenna chuckled and shook her head looking at you.

“I love that fact that you just said one of the most beautiful I’ve ever heard and you can’t explain how chicken you were”

“Hey!”

“It’s okay. I love you the you are anyways”

“You… what? You l-love or you’re just saying this because…”

“I told you to shut up, didn’t I?” Jenna kissed you once again. “It’s okay that you had chickend out. I loved you too since I was 15”

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #jenna marie ortega #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader

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butch-reidentified · 4 months

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as you can see, reblogs and replies are now turned off for this mind-numbingly braindead post, but I couldn't resist sharing some of the batshit content in the notes.

typing in color so it's easier to tell my commentary apart from the screenshots

radfems are insane because... we think "all women matter" doesn't include males. incredible insight. I also love "leave my sisters alone. and leave me and my brothers alone, fuckers," as if that's the direction the harassment is typically occuring in. as if radfems are hunting trans people for sport simply by not believing in or supporting the gender construct. yes. we are clearly the insane party here.

more evidence we're the insane ones, as this person claims men aren't an oppressor class and that somehow believing that they are will lead to... believing butch lesbians are an oppressor 💀 this is your brain on gender - completely unable to even consider sex, only "masc presentation," which is how they come to the batshit conclusion that acknowledging men are an oppressor class will ultimately come to include butch lesbians.

... girl. what.

however........ there's one reblog that really stands above all others. It is so long and so unhinged that it surpasses tumblr's image cap, so I'm going to have to do a part 2 of this post. but here's a sneak peek:

Gender worshippers learn what gender essentialism & bioessentialism actually mean challenge: impossible

Seriously. Y'all loooove redefining shit so much, but these terms were created for specific reasons and you can't just rewrite any word or term you want to suit your beliefs. Gender essentialism refers to the commonly held belief that gendered traits are biologically determined by sex rather than learned. The idea that women are "naturally" or "biologically" homemakers, more nurturing, less confrontational, and more emotional, that little girls "naturally" or "biologically" prefer dolls over toy trucks, that women "naturally" or "biologically" feel driven to have babies and there's no such thing as a happy childfree woman, that sex is inherently more emotional and meaningful for women, that men are more logical, better at STEM subjects, better drivers, that it's "natural" for men to cheat but not for women to, that men are "naturally" or "biologically" more aggressive, that paintball and Call of Duty are naturally "for boys," and a thousand other ridiculous things way too many people believe.

But oh shit, what's that? The people who really started fighting back against gender essentialism and arguing that gender is a social construct were... second wave feminists???!!! the very movement radical feminism is born from and shares most of its tenets with???!!! it's... it's almost like... radfems are the literal opposite of essentialists 😱

Meanwhile, today's trans community will tell gender-nonconforming people they're "eggs" and "totally going to come out as trans any day now" while simultaneously claiming not to define gender by stereotypes 🤡 like, OK...

check notes for Part 2!

#mine #tra reciepts #peak trans #trans activism #gender identity #gender ideology #radblr #radical feminism #misinformation #gender essentialism #bioessentialism

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miris-secret-files · 8 months

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Estranged uncle Tobirama seeing his niece all grown up and trying to fuck her 😭😭

An Interesting Family Meeting || Tobirama Senju x niece!reader

A/n : Hello my dear ! 🌹 It too me so fucking long but I had a lot to deal with in life and in my other blog lmao but it's finally out ! Hope y'all will enjoy it ! Next request is a Loid Forger smut 👀

Warnings : Dark content, slight masturbation in public, long stares idk if it's like voyeurism, mention of breeding and oral fem!receiver, reader is an adult, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 597

Seriously he didn’t know you’d be the one everyone calls Y/n/n. Like seriously you’re a fucking knockout

In front of your parents though he has to stay calm. It’s one of those family gathering that happens once in ages so for now he’ll only give you a kiss on the cheek, his hand is comfortably sitting on your shoulder ( the kiss is like a French “bise” if you know what I mean, a kiss on each cheek but you don’t have to use your lips )

His expression stays the same, focus, hard, unreadable. Though from afar he eyes you up and down. Gosh you’re beautiful, his eyes travel down your neck to the cleavage picking from your shirt. He is already seeing himself with your tits in his mouth while he sucks on them. Your skin look fucking smooth, and your scent gosh it’s intoxicating

He can barely hold himself from pressing you against the nearest wall. Speaking of how, his expression isn’t the only thing that currently is… He kinda hopes he won’t have to stand up just now

Throughout the all talk he is imagining you sitting on his lap, with his cock buried deep inside your pretty cunt while no one is away of his thrusts. Mmmh fuck he thinks while his hand slowly travel in his pocket where he can play with the tip of his swollen cock through the fabric

He is already trying to think about a time he’d find you alone. Maybe after diner when everyone goes to do whatever or when they will go to sleep

Maybe he could even try to slip in the shower while you- wait no no. You need to want it as much as him or it wouldn’t feel as good

Meanwhile the talk is still on going and he can see your gaze subtly flickering to him. I mean you didn’t expect to meet such a hot uncle. You just can’t help but imagine how good it would be to feel his smooth hair between your fingers while he eats you out on that damn table

As you clench your thighs, you cross your arms over your chest. He almost groans as he sees your breasts behind pussed up “Almost” he murmurs under his breath, he just wants to see them spill from your top

Finally after what feels like an eternity the talking part finishes and you’re - as if faith had a say in it - both left alone there. Alone and seemingly horny

He took a careful step towards you, his eyes scanning you up and down. He looked distant though it was in totally contradiction with the fire burning inside him

You didn’t seem scared at all by him getting closer, more intrigued than anything else

So in a momentum - that was more an urge than anything else - he gently and tentatively brought his hand to your cheek. You looked so cute and he couldn’t wait to have you whining for his cum

“Would you mind showing me around your house ? I think we may have on or two interesting things to discover there”

You nodded at his words while a small “Y-yeah that seems like a good idea” left your appealing lips

And there you saw it, it only showed for a split second but you swear you saw it. The pure lust that held his gaze. The lust to have you senselessly in every corner of your room

He will even leave you a little gift to remember him… in your womb

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boywithpinkcarnation · 6 months

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tbh kinda wanting some jealous!jb like if someone is filtering w her gf OR ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS A ANOTHER GIRL AHH THE DRAMA 🕳️🕳️

alrighty... i am in no way a writer, so this is. going to be bullet point, blurb, word vomit, unedited chaos. additionally, this is gonna be so incredibly self indulgent and catered to me so i hope it suffices for u bug 💝

frankly posting this is very scary for a little tumblr baby like myself, but i feel a need to serve my community 🫡

they style of writing and tbh most headcannons/lore is coming straight from @gingerjolover their blog is lowkey bible and they are the sweetest pookie pie ever. luv u g fr <3 like seriously i recommend you go just read through their masterlist bc this will not compare (not trying to fish here, just being very real as someone who is a like fein for fics as a source of comfort, i fear this will not fully suffice)

rpf content under the cut (no hate if that's not ur jam, just ignore me!), minors dni!!!

refering to jb's parter in this as "gf" and sense i am a selfish selfish girl in this scenerio she is roughly jb's height/a little shorter bc i am and theres no shorter than julien rep ANYWHERE

personally, i see julien as lowkey so possessive in a cutie non toxic way... and sometimes that manifests in some cutie jeleousy that gf can not get enough of. i think it obviously would come out in like flirty enviornments like bars and parties where people are loosey goosey... but sometimes it's just like and about on a normal date. here's a little thought i cooked up for like a more domestic environment jealousy:

aquairum date

the date starts out very normal, classic boyfriend!julien activities are happening

she's making sure y'all are touching at all times. like she'll die if you guys are not physically connected

i'm talking arm around your shoulder, iron grip within intertwined hands, hand in ur jean pocket 16 candles style, hand on the small of your back,,,, but i think eventually (and her favorite, albeit a little awkward) she's hugging you from behind as you walk, almost hanging on you, head perfectly slotted on your shoulder kissing your head and neck at every stop to look at the pretty fish

"jay! look at this one" "real pretty princess" *kisses your head* (its over i can'tttt)

then maybe she leaves you to go get you like a bottle of water or a jacket from the car (idk something to make you more comfortable, very "can't have my baby thirsty/cold" vibes)

then of course, you are looking so cute and so gay, a girl approaches you

you are very focused on the fish bc they are truly just so pretty (can you tell i love fish?) and only look up when mystery girl nudges you

"omg i'm so sorry" "oh uh, you're good" "sorry, i have a bit of a habit for running into pretty girls"

and your're kinda caught off guard bc like... this is an aquarium??

"haha um thank you" "so what are you doing here all alone"

mystery girl is sooo fuck boy coded just go with it

"well um my girlfr-"

julien is back behind you, re koala latching twisting open the water bottle for you and handing it to you, GLARING at this girl

"sorry it took me a second princess, who's this?"

then her grip tightens pulling you even closer to her chest

mystery girl, bless her heart, replies "we just bumped into each other. i was just letting her know how beautiful she was"

oh jb did not like that

she reaches over grabs your jaw tilting your head to the side and back to look at her

"she is beautiful. my sweet girl" and kisses you DEEPLY

and ur blushing because you know jealous/protective/possesive!julien is in the room with us now and kind of giggle out of the kiss

"well then... i should be going, sorry again for running into you"

instead of letting you respond or responding herself jb keeps your face turned and starts kissing all over ur face as you giggle letting mystery girl to just shuffle away.

for the rest of the date she is SO overly affectionate

squeezing ur hips

keeping you so close

kissing your cheek and neck as you tell her about all the fish and animals

"really baby? that's so cool" "my little biologist" "ooo princess what about these?"

it's times like these julien wishes she wore lipstick to leave a mark on your face so everyone knows

she's probably taking you to the gift shop and buying you some random thing for fun because when she's jealous she doesn't take it out on you, she's secure with you and knows you aren't doing anything but being your pretty self

in fact it just makes her softer and more affectionate

when you finally let her drag you out she had you against the car kissing you lovingly and deeply and sets her forehead against yours

"i just love you so much. my sweet girl. my priincess"

"all yours j."

note from c: i hope this is at least semi ok? literally no editing or even proof reading, just love sick delusion.

#i am so in love with her #julien baker x reader #julien baker fanfic #julien baker x fem!reader #boygenius fanfic #boy with the pink carnation writes!

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tennessoui · 9 months

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kit's list of obikin fic recs in no particular order

y'all asked and i finally answered.....here's a list of fics i've read and adored this year! note that i've tagged things that i think could squick people (a/b/o dynamics, weird biology, dub con, heavy kink, etc), and i've noted the ratings (explicit, mature, teen), but i have not noted top/bottom (this list contains a pretty even split of both) and i haven’t indicated which are WIPs - take a chance! i've left little paragraphs as to why i liked the fic but i tried to keep spoilers out of them so the story can be a surprise :D

remember to leave a comment and a kudos if you enjoyed the fic :D

Igneous - zimriya Notes: Explicit, A/B/O dynamics, canon compliant, series!

Trying to find this fic so I could reread it was the thing that prompted me to make this list. That’s how amazing this fic is. It tears out your heart strings. It hurts. I love it. It’s soft. It makes me cry. I am never going to recover from this perfect retelling of canon. This hurts just as much as the kenobi show. I owe this author a medical bill and a thank you card. I don’t care if a/b/o isn’t your thing or omega obi-wan isn’t your thing i need you to try reading this fic i really do because it’s just honestly superb and beautiful prose and i think about some of these lines near daily. Ok, fine. Daily.

I’d Never Be Me (Without The Support of Your Loving Arms) by euryrice Notes: Explicit

i don’t think i’ll ever stop talking or thinking about this fic, it’s up there for me….such a good take on a bond/spy au that I don’t think I’ll ever seriously try at one myself because it’d never be ‘i’d never be me without the support of your loving arms’; it’s just so well thought through. Canon lovingly applied. Kit beautifully moved and hungry for a second part of the series, even though it doesn’t even need a second part and is perfect as a stand alone. Witty banter rating: 10/10

Hooked On You by @whohatessand Notes: Explicit, infidelity, side anidala (padmé is being cheated on)

Dirty bad wrong never felt so good though; Anakin is cheating on his wife with her campaign manager. Anakin is very not satisfied with being a trophy husband, and honestly it’s so valid of him. This is so well-written that Anakin’s frustration with his life, his wife, his duties all feels very real and understandable. Does that excuse the cheating and the spit-as-lube fucking at a donor ball? Nah, but they know it doesn’t. And it ends on a very hopeful obikin note, which is my favorite

The Final Frontier of Pleasure by @jedibongrip Notes: Explicit, bp!Anakin, virginity kink (ish?)

“Just the tip” made into a very hot 2k fic wherein anakin’s definitely not a virgin anymore, but obi-wan’s gonna go along with it if it makes him happy (and means that he gets to keep touching him, god bless); note to say that all of this author’s stuff is very good!

Stars To Fill My Dreams by hidden_humours Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan, dark Anakin

Anakin is teetering on going off the walls insane in this fic and I am so here for it. This is just amazing. I love a padawan obi-wan and I especially love this time-travel with a twist (which I won’t spoil!); the summary even says “yeah this anakin isn’t all there” and the author is right!!! 100%!! I love it. I want to poke this Anakin with a stick. I want to push him off his metaphorical cliff of sanity. I want to push Obi-Wan off a cliff just to see what this Anakin would do. What a fic. What a goddamn fic.

Obi-Two by @virahaus Notes: Explicit, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Obi-Wan

Guys, holy shit I am so excited for this WIP you have no idea. Everything about it is delicious so far. The Obi-Wan that gets zapped back in time just before ROTS/Order 66 is living to see twunk Anakin again and he is so soft yet so commanding about it. Ben!Obi-Wan literally kills me in this fic. If there’s never another chapter, I’m begging you to read this anyway, it’s that good.

Vast as the sea, constant as the tide by @moonlightatnoon Notes: Explicit, pirate!anakin, captain!Obi-Wan

So maybe Kit’s attention was captured and held by the sea-themed title…she’s a simple lady. But this fic is absolutely beautiful. I love the intrigue, the history, the pining of it all. My attention, much like Obi-Wan, was gently captured and held hostage by pirate Anakin and the way he’s like ‘my obi-wan <3 mine <3’ while also being a whole ass pathetic lil mew mew of a pirate. He is so possessive and fearsome and clingy and needy I love this Anakin and how much he needs his Obi-Wan. I love the ending especially! Beautifully done.

Buns of Steel by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, humor, himbos the both of them

Put this under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love the humor here (Rag has such a legendary way with a great turn of phrase and pacing of jokes that just makes the fic fly by) and the ridiculousness of it all. Obi-Wan here is extremely lovably bitchy and I adore it. His dialogue is quite polite, but this is a fic where the narration really makes the characterization pop. Also the amount of lusting after his beautiful aerobics instructor that Obi-Wan does…and how UNFAIR he finds Anakin’s beauty. Just amazing. Cheering for Obi-Wan living his best life and getting the hot aerobics instructor in the end.

My Thoughts I Confess (Verge On Dirty) by @artemisthehuntress Notes: Explicit, horny, horny, horny Obi-Wan

This is, of course, the other fic filed under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love Anakin in booty shorts. I love Obi-Wan, head empty and no thoughts because his dick is too goddamn hard to see straight. One should not be exercising under such conditions. The humor here is impeccable. Love all of Obi-Wan’s fantasies with the hot guy working out next to him. If you’re a fan of horny-grip Obi-Wan, this is the fic for you! If you’re not as into horny-grip Obi-Wan, I’d say this fic is still worth the read because it’s just written so well.

just like the days we’d burn by @travellingcircus Notes: Explicit, PTSD mentions, heavy

I was always going to rec one of travellingcircus’ fics of course. They are a fantastic writer and I love their fics - especially the long oneshots that consume my entire night when I see that one’s been posted and I get to delve into a new side of obikin I could never imagine. This fic is one of my favorites by them – and maybe one of my favorite modern aus all together. Anakin has a racing career until he has an accident. Then he goes back to his small town and decides to have Obi-Wan instead because first love (I love first love fics especially in modern aus)!! Also Obi-Wan has a motorbike. This is excellent news. He also has helmet hair. I love Anakin in this fic so much. He’s crazy. He’s wounded. He’s obsessed. He’s in love. He’s desperate. And Anakin makes Obi-Wan all these things too. Such a good modern au for these characters. They feel so close to their canon characters, it’s marvelous.

Where Every Mask Cracks by skyl_tales Notes: Explicit, a spin-off of one of their other fics, but can be standalone

Skyl_tales’ fics for me are the very definition of fandom classic. They were the first fics I read and I continue to reread them roughly maybe once every year at least. They’re just all very readable. The writing style is something I have always loved and envied – their fics are approachable and entertaining, no matter how much you know or don’t know about Star War at the time of your reading. Tbh I think this is the fic author who has influenced my writing the most! I love this fic in particular because I do have a soft spot for vaderwan. Old Ben being delightfully torn up over Vader and Vader being delightfully unhinged about his former master…..with a magical fix-it device that restores both of them to their younger, strongest selves (if only to make the fucking easier and the horny insatiable)

Gay Chicken by zimriya Notes: Explicit, enemies to lovers, light daddy kink

Where to begin with this fic!!! I guess I cannot stress enough how much I love humor in fics when done right and this is done so well. Like it is literally so funny and so normal. There is something so beautiful about putting these space monk superheroes into like. Just situations. This fic is about laundry. But also upstairs neighbors. But also lost loves??? I’m always a bit hesitant for fics with a lot of notes/messages, because I can find that hard to read, but this was very, very easy to read, both format-wise and flow of the story wise. I love them both being assholes to each other. Love them slowly becoming friends through notes under the monikers “501” and “212”. LOVE the twist.

wildest dreams by kidhuzural Notes: Explicit, 5+1 fic

Basically: Baby Anakin wants to get married to Obi-Wan. Teenager padawan Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Clone Wars Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan wants to marry Clone Wars Anakin. I love love love fics that start out with baby padawan Anakin and have him grow up. It places so much emphasis on their master&padawan relationship and how important they were to each other before AOTC or TCW, which I think is the strongest basis for obikin. Also this Anakin is just so cute and Obi-Wan cares for his baby padawan so much!! All in all, this fic is just so sweet. Obsessed.

In Pursuit of Cold Water by @jswander Notes: Mature, Merman!Anakin

Can I have a fic rec list that doesn’t include this fic?? I love this fic. I think I reread it like twenty times while waiting for the last chapter, and it was worth it and gripping and incredible each time. I am fascinated by writers who can worldbuild, and Jo worldbuilds so well in this mermaid AU. I love the descriptions of their fins; the possessiveness, the hurt, the anger, the jadeness, and the naivete of Anakin somehow all existing in the same character and all being so justified. There’s some really heavy moments and also really silly moments (they dress Anakin up as an old lady to avoid detection at one point). I love the development of their relationship and especially the growth of their mental bond. Such a good translation of their Force bond in canon (and such a clever work-around for a mermaid not speaking English!) Just an amazing fic. So good.

The Devil’s In The Details by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, demon Anakin, darker!Anakin (because of the demon bit)

Back at it again with my Rag-writing obsession! I’m loving this WIP and how evil and innocent Anakin is. Yeah, he’s a demon haunting Obi-Wan’s new house; yeah, he’s killed like. A ton of people. But he’s so pathetic. So very eager to please. So very attractive. As a reader, you’re like Obi-Wan’s friend, Quinlan, who discovers Obi-Wan sleeping with a literal demon, and you’re like ‘bestie, do you not know? That’s a literal demon?’ and obi-wan is like ‘he is quite polite and does so good on our walks around town’ and you’re like ‘you’re taking him on walks???’ but also you can’t help but root for demon Anakin and poor decision-maker Obi-Wan. Also, once again, I love Rag’s humor and timing of it. The narration Obi-Wan has is so colorful and so fucking funny, I snort all the time. He’s such a bitch. He’s amazing.

By Omission by @posthumousvigor Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan au, drunk sex

This writer is very quickly becoming one of my favorites. I love their prose and the way they write Obi-Wan—especially padawan!Obi-Wan with Master Anakin. One of my favorite dynamics for obikin aus, and this writer gives me so much good food. TBH one of my all-time favorite cliches/tropes is one of them getting dressed up out of their Jedi robes to be put in Situations, and I especially love this for Obi-Wan cause Anakin got a whole movie of dressing up for funsies, and this fic delivers. Master Skywalker comes back early from a mission to find his padawan slutting it up in the Lower Levels, and what is a man to do other than snap?? And he snaps so beautifully in this fic. I love it when they’re horny beyond reason for each other.

how to stay by answersinahauntedclub Notes: Explicit, professor/student relationship

I know logically that this fic probably will not update again, but it is so beautiful and I think about it all the time. It is like. The peak of college/university aus in this fandom. Bold statement, I know, but I love this fic and characterization so much that I am stating it. They’re both disasters. They can’t resist each other even if they really, really should. It’s an incredible read and I am fascinated by both this Obi-Wan and this Anakin. Cannot stress enough the lovable disasters that they are. In writing this, I took an hour break and reread it again.

we’re swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by @obiwaned Notes: Teen, fake/pretend relationship

Getting this update notification felt like such a sweet sweet win for me. I loved the premise as soon as I read it and it just keeps getting better. Fake marriage for any reason is always amazing. I also LOVE non-linear timelines and this writer does it so well because you as the reader don’t get lost and confused trying to keep the timeline straight. It’s delectable, it’s straightforward, it’s so easy to devour, and I am obsessed with this fic and even the possibility of more.

Self-Insert by ZenyZootSuit Notes: Teen, crack

God this is so funny in a very crack way. Short and funny and perfect. Darth Vader writes self-insert fanfiction about being with Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Darth Sidious finds out. Imperial secrets are leaked, but I’m sure those were important details he needed to include!! For context! Realism! Absolutely perfect; no notes.

Open Circle by Calyss Note: Explicit, Dark Obi-Wan, dom/sub (under)tones, seduction to the Dark side

This is also one of my annual rereads, and one of my absolute favorite Sith Obi-Wans in the fandom. I love how out of control this sith Obi-Wan is, how very obsessed with just Anakin he is. Sith Obi-Wan really said “he’s mine” and he’s gonna destroy Anakin’s marriage and the whole galaxy to prove it. And also Anakin is not going to say no or resist much at all because that’s his master and he loves him and has weird feelings for him he has not really examined. This is also such an id fic of mine. But no regrets putting it on the list. When I saw it updated in October 2022, I literally cleaned my room and improved my life before I sat down to read it.

How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying by @sharpest-tongue Notes: Mature, Post Kenobi show

So many amazing fics came out of the Kenobi show but this absolutely has to be one of my favorites. There’s humor, there’s touching moments, there’s Star Wars lingo I didn’t know but that made the whole thing feel very much in-universe (and that I have now incorporated into my Star Wars Wikipedia slash Dictionary for later use, even if it’s all made up). I love a time travel fic, has to be said, and this one delivers perfectly. The Jedi as family in this fic really made me emotional. Extra special shout out to Obi-Wan, raising his padawan again in a do-over, and thinking, ‘i was not this bad as a teenager wtf?? Yeah ok whatever i MAY have fought in TWO WARS at that age but still!!!’ love him. Love his obvious blind spots for anakin and also for himself. Such a good fic!!!

broken bones, thunder drums by @maragny Notes: Teen, hurt/comfort

There is so much to love about this fic and I love it all. Clone War fics are like my bread and butter in this fandom. I love obikin fics that take place in the middle of battle where the reader is confronted with the reality of either Anakin or Obi-Wan fighting – and this fic really starts by throwing you into the action in such a visceral, effective way that I was stressed! I was gripped! It makes Anakin hiding his injury feel not only understandable but also like the only option. Good think Obi-Wan is there to save the day and help Anakin through his pain because he is overprotective and in love with him. Also the first chapter is told from Rex’s point of view, which just. One of my favorite outsider POVs for obikin is Rex.

no news is good news by @rhymenoceros Notes: Mature, crack, relationship reveal, breaking news/news cycle format

This fic is so funny! The tone is perfect for what the writer sets out to do — that is, make the reader feel like they’re caught up in a social media news cycle! There’s talk shows, there’s paparazzi, there’s space reddit, there’s leaked Jedi text conversations….the Jedi screen names are hilarious and easy to tell who is who while still staying true to the joke. Cannot recommend this fic enough. Cute, funny, horny, and with that sweet sweet Palpatine downfall that the best cracky fics always have.

Falling Deep Into You by @dark--whisperings Notes: Explicit, dom/sub tones, so much pining

Any fic that has the tag “Obi-Wan Kenobi is a freak in bed” has my attention and my interest. This writer describes Anakin subbing and Obi-Wan domming so very beautifully that it’s almost a manifesto in 8k. Lots of good sex here, but I really love the opening scene and the push and pull the writer’s given the characters. They want each other so much—Obi-Wan wants so much, but alas! Religious guilt on par with catholicism! Of course the nasty freaky sex fiend in Obi-Wan wins out over the Jedi Master, but I really enjoyed the guilt and the way he gives in and goes to find Anakin because of course he does. And then the ending! A resetting of the chess board so that the game can start over tomorrow. A great fic all in all!

you took my love so tenderly by @billboguspreston & @acrylicsalts-inspo Notes: Explicit, prince/guard dynamic, exhibitionism

I started reading this fic when it was first posted, and I followed it attentively and with baited breath. I love the reverse age dynamic (I know, it’s not for everyone, but I lovelovelove it), and I love that this Obi-Wan is such a spitfire. He knows what he wants and that’s for his silent, restrained, older, handsome bodyguard to snap and fuck him and he WILL brat his way into getting what he wants as is his right. Anakin being both incredibly horny (Anakin horny-gripping the pommel of his sword because Obi-Wan has decided to get off right in front of him to see if he can tempt him into fucking him) is amazing. Obi-Wan being both the aggressor and also the inexperienced one is chef’s fucking kiss and a dynamic I do not see often enough. So worth the read. And there may be more sequels??? Be still my beating heart!

I Wanna Be Owned by @kyberkenobi Notes: Explicit, 5+1 things, light BDSM

Speaking of horny grip lol, I had to think for a bit about which fic from this writer to choose because all of them are very good and very very smutty with all sorts of kinks and dynamics. The writer you go to for mean dom Obi-Wan and if you’re feeling up for discovering a kink you weren’t sure you were into before. There’s plenty of amazing fics on her ao3 (I was also immediately obsessed with the recent alpha/alpha one), but this fic is one of my favorites. I love the style of a 5+1 for a fic, and I am obsessed with casual slut (affectionate) Obi-Wan and Anakin’s blinders of his master slowly being pulled away until he HAS to confront the reason Obi-Wan can untie and hogtie a criminal they caught so damn quickly. It’s indecent. It’s amazing.

Our Man From Tatooine by kazmir Notes: Explicit, a/b/o dynamics, intersex omegas

This story is such a good, quick, enthralling read. I really can’t say much without spoiling it, but it’s worth the read. Dark Obikin, twists and turns, roleplaying, horny mates being unable to resist the other’s draw….so good….One of those fics I paused to reread while reccing it lol

Acts of Contrition by @marycontraire Notes: A series, ranging from Gen - Explicit

Cheating a little bit to rec you all a series instead because I just reread this fic series and fell in love with it all over again. Literally a fandom classic for me. The world building is amazing, the realism and research really pays off because it creates such a rich world for people to dive into. The Tatooine culture is so rich and interesting, and I love this Anakin especially. It’s a very realistic take on if Anakin had been expelled from the Order for the Tusken massacre. This Anakin is darker and clingier and Obi-Wan is trying to keep himself level and sane and something Anakin can cling to while still being a Jedi in all but name. Every installment of this series is gold and worth reading as quickly as possible just to have this in your mind faster. Also worth a slow read to savor it because unfortunately, you can only read a fic series like this for the first time once.

You can call me baby (you can call me love) by @lilredghost Notes: Explicit, 5 + 1

This fic is so sweet that I honestly forgot it was explicit - even though, yes, it opens with a sex scene lmao! But I love this writer’s explicit fics so much (their ao3 is worth a browse) that I am not disappointed in it being explicit, no sir. Obi-Wan gets upset when Anakin calls him an old man repeatedly and I’ve read this fic so much that when I see repeated use of “old man” in other fics I’m like “! no! His feelings!!!” this fic ALSO has anakin calling obi-wan baby <3 so good so sweet so perfect.

take my hand through the flames by @atornpage Notes: Explicit, vaderwan, seduction to the Dark Side

Oh this may just be the WIP I am most excited to see updated! It’s such a clever and unique concept that I’m on the edge of my seat to see where the writer takes the story next. There are not enough stories where a character falls into a coma and time passes around them, and this is so perfect. I adore fics where baby Anakin is clingy and obsessed with Obi-Wan and everyone around them is like ‘this is not REALLY the Jedi way, guys’, and this fic has SO much of that. I can’t wait to see all the promises of the tags come to fruition and am massively enjoying the ride to get there!

Heal Me, My Darling by @wasureneba Notes: Explicit, sick fic, idiots in love

Who doesn’t love a sick fic?? The tender healing…the care…the rotten work…not to me, not if it’s you, etc etc…this fic is such a good sick fic too, I was here for the entire thing! Anakin is in top whiny form and Obi-Wan is cuddling him left and right! I also love Anakin having a praise kink in this fic – it made me soft and so receptive to the idea again when I was getting tired of seeing it as a default in a ton of fics. But this fic said “Obi-Wan tells Anakin he’s doing good while touching his ass to administer a very important for plot reasons shot and Anakin bursts into flames” and I said “absolutely and understandable, please tell me what happens next.” This is like a perfect sick fic for me. The right balance of sweet and horny. Caring Obi-Wan and whiny because he’s bored! Anakin. God-tier combination.

Νόστος by NFx Notes: Explicit, stockholm syndrome typical of hades & persephone aus

I am always here for a good Hades&Persephone AU and I feel like this is a great one! I especially love AUs that carefully place Star Wars GFFA characters into an established world (like Greek mythology in this case), and take care to match up the side characters of the GFFA with the AU characters they’re being transposed on. I like the pace and narration of this one too, the way the tone feels both readable and still old — the dialogue and narration don’t read like a BBC documentary set in Ancient Greece where everyone just sort of speaks like they’re in a Shakespeare play for some reason, but it’s still sorta oldish/stiffer dialogue that really keeps you in the fic universe without alienating readers. Also, horny. But dark horny. Love a darker Anakin.

Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs Notes: Teen

One of my all-time favorites, I think, and if you haven't read it or haven't reread it recently, you need to! There's so much tension build up and detail put in with such an amazing pay off that I could literally read this fic every month and probably find something new to enjoy all over again. I don't even have strong opinions about mace training anakin, but this fic convinced me it could work and work really well. also poor poor obi-wan </3 his emotional support padawan goes missing </3 but then is found :) as a twunk :)

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𝟐𝟎 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

✨When you read each other's minds

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, bakugou's birthday series 2023

Bakugou and you play a game to see how well you know each other. You both are really good at it.

"No."

"Come on Bakugou! It'll be fun-"

"No."

"Bakugou, it's just a game to who knows each other best!" Kirishima expresses, patting him on his back. "Please?"

Bakugou slams his cup on the kitchen counter, whipping to Kirishima with a nasty scowl. "I know what you're tryna pull, Shitty Hair." He spits, "You want me to play a couples activity. With Sunshine, right?'

Kirishima stiffens.

Bakugou sighs, running a hand down his face. There was no point in trying to hide it anymore. From the Quirk accident the other day to everything in between, Bakugou knows that he can't keep running from his feelings forever.

What's stopping him, though?

"Listen," He says, tearing his eyes from Kirishima. "I don't know what Dunce Face told you, or what you're speculating, but I'll do...whatever the hell I'm doing at my own fucking pace." He fills his cup with boiling hot water, going through the motions to make a hot cup of chocolate.

"Who put you up to this?" Bakugou asks exasperatedly, still not looking at Kirishima in the eye.

Kirishima scratches his head sheepishly. "Mina."

Bakugou rolls his eyes. Why isn't he fucking surprised? "Whatever. Tell her to fuck off about this lovey-dovey bullshit and to leave me alone-"

"Ashido!"

Your groan interrupts Bakugou's rant, making both him and Kirishima's attention diverted to the living room where you were, sitting so innocently on the couch while being completely oblivious as to what Mina was planning.

Bakugou's heart drops when he hears you say, "What do you want to do tonight?"

It plunges further when he sees almost all of Class 2-A gathered down in the living room, all ready to participate in one way or another for Ashido's game.

"What the fuck."

Kirishima seizes his opportunity. "If you leave, I think she said something about pairing L/N with Denki," he says thoughtfully. "They have a lot in common, after all."

Bakugou snarls at Kirishima, who smiles back innocently.

God dammit.

"Seriously, fuck all of y'all."

Bakugou grits his teeth and sits on the single vacant armchair. He avoids your gaze and ignores Kirishima's blatant high-five with Mina somewhere in his peripheral vision.

Let's just get this over and done with.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Mina announces, looking more excited than necessary. "You all know the rules! We even made a list of questions for the game! The judges will ask one person of each pair the question and the other has to write down their own the answer. If both people in the pair have the same answer they get a point! Whichever couple gets the most right wins!"

Bakugou quirks an eyebrow. "Couple?"

You, on the other hand, look like it's slowly dawning on you what kind of game you're playing. And at this point, it's too late to back out. Your face morphs from realisation to a full-body panic attack, and Katsuki can't blame you because that's exactly how he feels too.

"Fine, best friends, if you will, Blasty." Mina relents. "First team is Kirishima and me! The second team is Midoriya and Uraraka and the third team is Bakugou and Y/n! Todoroki and Momo will judge and the rest will be spectators. Any questions?"

Bakugou has many questions. But he keeps his mouth ironed shut and just manoeuvres himself to plop down on the arm of the chair you were sitting on. "We doing this or what?" He snaps.

Todoroki raises an eyebrow.

Mina has that weird glint in her eye.

And Mineta is busy cursing in all kinds of different languages.

Bakugou turns to you and you get the hint, cooling the blush on your cheeks as you slide over for him to sit down.

"Yeah. Let's do this."

First question:

"Where does your partner prefer hanging out when they are free?" Momo says, reading aloud.

Bakugou smirks to himself as he sits facing you, scrawling out the answer on the board while Midoriya bites his lip harshly.

He didn't expect it to be this easy.

"Oh! I usually just chill out in the living room! You know, to hang out with friends." Ochaco says, scratching her head. Midoriya flips his board over and smiles sheepishly at her. "Sorry! I just, um, I didn't really know so I put your dorm room." He looks at Todoroki hopefully, who shakes his head. "Sorry, Midoriya. Too specific."

"I go to the mall!" Mina exclaims excitedly, but her face falls when Kirishima flips his board nervously with the words: Dorm, written messily on it. "We haven't really had much free time until recently!" Kirishima protests as Momo awards them with zero points.

"What about you, L/n?" Sero asks. All attention falls on both of you as you stutter out your answer. "There's, um, a green patch right outside Baku-I mean the dorms. It's near the forested area surrounding the premise of the school." Bakugou grins, whirling his board around that said: green patch surrounded by tall ass trees.

"I can't believe Blasty actually remember something like that..." Denki says in disbelief as Todoroki awarded a point to their team. "Course I'd remember. Who do you take me for, hah?" Bakugou lashes back.

It's right outside my balcony, after all.

This goes on like this with some back and forth from the other pairs, but you and Bakugou somehow kept syncing answers even after Todoroki and Momo dialled the difficulty up for the both of you.

What's your favourite colour? Easy. It's red. He doesn't why, even though you give a vague description he can tell is an excuse. You can't help but flash a glance at Bakugou's brilliant red eyes at the question. You bite your lip.

Yeah, it's red, alright.

What's Bakugou's favourite pastime? You shake your head, smile returning. "Sleeping," You reply with ease, matching Bakugou's board without hesitation.

"On a scale of one to ten, how much you do you trust Bakugou?"

Bakugou scoffs. These questions were even more stupid than he thought. "100." you reply nonchalantly, stealing his mug of hot cocoa.

Bakugou lets you.

He flips the board over and the number one hundred sits there innocently, with no eraser marks in sight.

It was the last question that stumps Bakugou.

"What do you like about your partner?" Bakugou wants to strangle Todoroki.

He takes in a deep breath, and glances at you. You were making such a conflicted face that it almost makes Bakugou laugh. He doesn't, though.

What does he like about you?

He thinks and thinks but there are just too many possible answers. That's when one quality tumbles to the front of his mind. It's a reply that crawls its way into Bakugou's mind's driver's seat, and it's not one that Bakugou likes. However, no matter how much he tries to dismiss it, it stays.

You've gotten everything correct at this point, and doing this might screw that up, but he sure as hell isn't gonna lie in front of the entire class just so he can win a perfect score with you. He scrawls out his word and waits for you to answer.

Uraraka guesses correctly, that that damn nerd likes her positivity, which just melts the cinnamon rolls into a blushing mess. Mina guesses correctly that Kirishima likes her compassion towards everyone.

Kirishima further turns into a stuttering mess when she hugs him tightly because, Bakugou can tell, there are some unsaid words flying over their heads that only the both of the can interpret.

All eyes land on you two again. "I-uh-I don't know." You laugh self-deprecatingly. "Maybe my skills at hand-to-hand combat? We spar a lot outside of training." You add quickly, flushing "Either that or it's nothing."

The audience was not impressed. Bakugou shakes his head, staring directly into your eyes. "You're a moron." He utters, flipping his board around. There's only one word:

Everything.

You stare at Bakugou.

Bakugou stares at you.

Fucking hell, he just made it weird, didn't he?

"No points," Todoroki interrupts, "But you guys still win. Congratulations. Here, have a mint."

His hot chocolate is cold now, having been sitting out for way too long. The cup's almost empty now, he realises because you had been drinking from it too.

Your heart is pounding as loudly as the pitter patter of the rain outside as heat rises to your cheeks.

There's one last eye lock before the both of you avert your eyes.

You don't talk to him for the rest of the night.

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callmelola111 · 11 months

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guilty conscience ☆ part five

← part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 ⭑

synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate the already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

|✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 1.2k

|✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, modern au!ellie, some angst, mild swearing, cat, discussions of cheating, light sexual themes

a/n: sorry to end on a more boring note, i was starting to lose inspiration at the end but i wanted to give y'all a happy ending after dragging reader through the mud these past 4 parts lol. thank you for the support on my first series, it has meant so so much to me. if you like my writing and want to see more feel free to leave a follow!! i have so many ideas in the works and coming to you guys hopefully very very soon. ♡

The sound of Cat’s voice echoed through the now silent bathroom. You and Ellie stood frozen in the stall just feet away from danger. Her hand remained over your mouth as your eyes glazed over with fear. All that bliss Ellie had given you just moments before was quickly ripped from your grasp by Cat herself. You were terrified for what was to come. As much as you hated Cat, Ellie was hers fair and square. She didn’t belong to you.

Ellies thoughts were less rational than yours as she began to picture the potential outcomes. You felt her hands get clammy on your face and the once present confidence vanish. Cat’s voice spoke again and you were both jolted out of your fear responses and faced with reality.

“Ellie, I can see your shoes just come out and-” her voice cut when she spotted a second pair of shoes in the stall along with her girlfriend. It was you. The bitch she was worried about the whole relationship; all of her fears were coming true.

“Ellie, who else is in there??”

With nowhere to run you and Ellie stepped outside of the stall and confronted the angry Cat. Ellie gushed out a string of apologies which you unjustly took offense to.

“You’re seriously saying sorry after I told you all about her little lie??” She already fucked you, the damage had been done, why bother with Cat if you’re the one she really wants?

“I don’t know, I don't know what I’m doing.” Ellie placed her head in her calloused hands. After everything, she felt so impartial to all of this, just wanting the drama to stop. Cat jumped in, trying to steer Ellie in her direction.

“Els, she's lying. I haven’t said shit to her. She’s just trying to drive a wedge in between us.” Ellie wasn’t even given a chance to speak as you jumped in to defend yourself.

“I’m not, you know I wouldn't do that. Cat’s the one who was mean to me in class before she even knew you and I were roommates.”

With this new development, Ellie decided to speak up, “You guys have a class together? Why did no one tell me?”

“I thought your girlfriend would’ve told you, and after a while of you guys dating I decided it best not to bud in anyways.” you explained.

Cat raced to cut you off, “You decided it best not to bud in? What are you doing right now, huh? You’re a liar. Ellie, she's a liar!!!” Ellie stood there dissociating from the “pick me, choose me” competition being held between her girlfriend and roommate. When she noticed the two of you silent, staring wide-eyed for approval, she finally spoke.

“I don’t know who to believe anymore. With all this fighting and drama I think it would be best to not get involved with either of you. I’m sorry…” Before you could say a word, she was gone with a swing of the bathroom door.

You sink down to the floor, letting the cold sensation of the tiles consume you. Cat had already disappeared in pursuit of Ellie but her harsh words had left you less than eager to continue the hunt. It was a reality check hearing Ellie stack you right along with Cat like that. Like you were just as delusional and obnoxious as her. No fucking way. You stayed in that same spot for a few more minutes before finally pulling yourself out of the self-pity thought spiral and going home.

Expectedly, you didn’t see or hear from Ellie after that. Your next few days consisted of school and Dina only. You pushed through your academic afternoons and then went straight to hers where she coached you through your heartbreak with movies, snacks, and music. Dina was the best friend you could’ve ever asked for. She let you talk shit and gush about Ellie as much or as little as you wanted. She learned all the ins and outs of your desperate love story and slowly realized it isn’t a lost cause just yet. Being a 3rd party bystander gave her the advantage to see a perspective you couldn’t. And seeing you hurt so much, she was willing to do whatever she could to aid the pain.

Dina quickly collected the evidence she needed and headed to talk to Ellie herself. She was determined to make this right. You had earned your happy ending and she was going to give it to you.

After asking just about everyone, Dina finally located Ellie who had been staying at her bandmates house. She was hesitant to talk at first but Dina had a way with words and soon enough they were deep in conversation about you, her, and the whole unfair situation. Dina came with receipts from the night of Ellie’s first show. Her texts showed you talking about Cat being there and being from your class. It was solid proof, not that you should have to prove yourself, but Dina gave Ellie the benefit of the doubt.

“I feel so stupid. This whole time I’ve been dating some bully when I could’ve been with Y/n.” Ellie explained, regret lacing her voice. Dina could tell she was caught up in her head about it all and urged her with advice.

“There’s still time for a happy ending Ellie. Do something now and feel sorry later.” She was blunt but right.

Ellie shot into action with a new sense of justice to her. Before you knew it she was standing in the door of your shared dorm bearing gifts and an apologetic smile.

“Ellie?” your eyes welled with salty tears. You didn’t think you’d be seeing her again so soon. And as she saw you stand there breaking she opened her arms welcoming your vulnerability. You accepted her embrace and buried your head into her chest as she used her palm to smooth your hair.

Ellie whispered into you, “I choose you Y/n. It’s always been you.”

“But… Cat…” you whimpered. Ellie squeezed you in tighter at the sound of your insecurity.

“I’ve liked you since day one Y/n. The only reason Cat ever came into my life was because it was easy. I knew if I was honest with my feelings about you I’d be susceptible to the pain that comes along with it. I didn’t wanna lose you. My fear of being alone took over and I picked to be with someone I knew I could never feel something real to avoid any actual hurt. It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud, but it’s true”

“It’s not stupid Ellie. I get it.” She crumbled with your words of reassurance. You felt a sense of safety within her arms and Ellie felt the same. She finally pulled back to retrieve a bundle of wild flowers she picked especially for you.

“Please, be mine, and I’ll be completely yours. Let me make up for all the lost time.”

Your expression softened, “Of course I’ll be yours Els.” She pulled you in by your waist and planted a long awaited kiss to your blushed lips. Forbidden love all of the sudden felt so overrated as you showered your new girlfriend with affection. Ellie wasn’t scared anymore and neither were you. There was a sense of peace and belonging that the two of you shared that day that no one could interfere with. It was love.

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aliceinnaughtyland · 1 year

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AN INVITATION

Pairing: Last Boss x Reader, Niragi x Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it guys, stay safe!), threesome

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: Your boyfriend Niragi made Last Boss an offer he could'nt refuse.

Author’s note: You cannot convince me that Niragi doesn’t have a voyeurism kink. Sharing is caring! Also "FRIEND FROM THE PAST - PART 2" is almost done and y'all are not ready!

Nota bene: We do NOT condone Niragi and Last Boss' actions as we do NOT condone violence and rape! We only love the Dori Sakurada’s interpretation of Niragi and Shuntarô Yanagi's interpretation of Last Boss! This is fantasies only! You do NOT deserve this! If you are a victim of violence, please get help as soon as possible! You are not alone. Stay safe xx

Being Niragi’s girlfriend has its perks.

First of all, no one ever dared to bother you. You could live your best life at the Beach, knowing nothing would happen to you. Then, you had fun. Niragi took nothing seriously and you both spent the days pranking everyone before running away. But the best part of the relationship was the sex. The sex was amazing. Niragi never refused to try anything and he never let you leave before knowing you were fully satisfied.

It was a warm day. You were chilling on your boyfriend’s lap at the pool, his hand high on your uncovered thigh.

“You know he has a crush on you, right?” he asked when you both caught Last Boss staring at you, making him look away quickly.

“Yeah”

“I see it in the way he looks at you. He wants to fuck you so bad!”

You didn’t answer, your eyes still looking at the bald man. You knew he had a crush on you for a while now. As much as he tried to hide it, he was looking like a teenage girl, staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking and blushing every time you had caught him. Yet you never could have a proper discussion with him.

“I’m not sure he’s ever slept with anyone” Niragi interrupted your trail of thoughts. “We should invite him over” he stated.

At the end of their militant meeting, Niragi waited for Last Boss, stopping him at the door.

« Come with me, I have something for you »

Last Boss rose a brow but followed anyway, as silently as always.

When both of them arrived at your room, Niragi knocked, surprising Last Boss, who knew exactly whose room it was.

You opened the door with nothing but a swimsuit bottom and an enormous shirt, Niragi’s, smiling from ear to ear. Niragi kissed you gently as he entered the room, passing you as you waited for Last Boss to enter. But he didn’t, and you began walking back inside the room, letting the door open for him to follow.

He entered suspiciously, closing the door silently behind him, and walked toward you, Niragi sitting in a chair in the room’s corner.

Last Boss stared at him questioningly before being interrupted by your voice.

« Do you have a crush on me? »

His eyes snapped toward you and bounced back to your boyfriend, almost afraid. But Niragi smiled slowly, relaxing back into the chair. Takatora glanced at the rifle that was too far for Niragi to kill him.

« You know, if you don’t want to do that, all you have to do is say so and we’ll get back to our life like nothing happened » you told him, taking a step forward.

Last Boss stared at you for a few seconds, titling his head on the side questionably, before looking at Niragi again.

As his eyes still were on your smiling boyfriend when you approached him slowly. You could feel the heat irradiating from his body and brushed your lips against his.

The moment you separated your lips, he closed the distance between you with no hesitation and kissed you so fiercely that you stumbled.

Niragi wasn’t smiling anymore. He leaned forward, watching the scene in front of him intensely. But he wasn’t upset. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock just looking at the scene in front of him.

Last Boss laid you on the bed, not breaking the kiss, and hovered over you, caging you against the bed.

His kisses were hungry, his body overpowered yours.

His hands flew below your shirt, finding your waist. He grabbed you like he was afraid you’ll evaporate.

He began grinding against you. His body needed some sort of relief, anything coming from you really.

You lifted your knee between his legs, making him groan in the crook of your neck.

His hands didn’t leave an inch of your body untouched.

He left a trail of open-mouthed kisses from your jaw down to your torso before he focused his tongue on your already hard nipple through your shirt.

Last Boss was so lost on you he couldn’t even remember your boyfriend sitting at less than two meters from him.

He ran one of his hand from your thigh to your hip, grazing your side until he reached your face, gripping it to kiss you deeply once more.

He was so lost in the kiss he didn’t feel your legs surrounding his sides, and in one swift movement, you flipped both of you over.

Once you were on his lap, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a sitting position to resume your kiss as soon as possible.

He kissed your neck, finding the particular spot that made your heart jump.

Your hands were on the back of his head, pulling him as close as possible.

“Mark me” you breathed

For the first time since he felt your lips on his, Takatora acknowledged Niragi’s presence. He wanted to mark you so badly, to make everyone know he fucked you. But he didn’t know what the limits were, and he definitely didn’t want the situation to stop because he went too far.

“You heard her Takatora? Mark her. We want to make our girl happy right?”

Our Girl. Fuck. These words could have make you cum right now and there.

“Our girl” Takatora repeated quietly just for you to hear.

He grabbed your shirt and took it off of your body slowly, taking the time to admire every inch of you. And fuck, he had no fucking idea how he could just not jump on you right now and fuck you like an animal.

He wanted you. He needed you. And he didn’t want to wait anymore.

His fingers quickly found your clit through your bottom, playing with it until you were a sobbing mess on top of him.

Last Boss couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were mesmerizing.

Niragi couldn’t take his eyes off of the scene either. His girl whining on top of his best friend.

His cock was so hard it hurt.

He quickly stood and grabbed your arm, taking you to him, your back against his front.

“Stand!” he ordered to the tall man. Takatora quickly complied, trapping you between both of them.

Niragi teared your swimsuit apart as Takatora’s hand took his previous place.

Your boyfriend gently grabbed your throat from behind, making you turn your head to look at him.

“You’re going to show Takatora how glad you are that he is here, don’t you princess ?”

You furiously nodded your head as Niragi guided you on your knees.

Last Boss’ eyes widened but rapidly closed as he felt your lips around him. You didn’t wait any time to bob your head and the man was moaning your name the next second.

“She’s good at it, isn’t she?” Niragi smirked at the scene.

“Yes!”

You felt the man’s dick throbbed inside your mouth but stopped just before he could cum. You wanted him inside of you and you would not wait anymore.

You made him sit on the edge of the bed and sat on him, facing your boyfriend.

As he entered you, you could feel your eyes tearing up. Having an audience immediately made the sex so intense that the slightest touch could feel too much.

You began riding him but he quickly stopped you, grabbing your hips. He wanted to be the one fucking you. His thrusts were hard, fast and intensely deep. You could feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head until-

“Eyes on me”

As you reopened your eyes, you saw how close your boyfriend’s face was. You could feel his breath on you.

“Does Last Boss feel good baby?”

You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t even think of an answer.

“Does that feel good then?”

You moaned as you felt your boyfriend’s hand on your clit, it being tortured again. But this time it didn’t stop. The feelings of Takatora’s dick inside of you and Niragi’s fingers on your clit were too much and you couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure that came from the pit of your stomach.

Takatora came with you, feeling you pulsing around him.

The man couldn’t believe what had just happened. You, the subject of all of his fantasy, were just cuming on his cock a few seconds ago.

You couldn’t think about anything as you collapsed on the bed, only hearing your boyfriend one last time before falling asleep.

“You need to eat her out next time. She tastes fucking divine.”

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rookthorne · 6 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝

The night from hell had only begun when you started seeing a shadow observing you; appearing in the corner of your vision as you partied and rounded up the stragglers to herd them out the door. You didn’t know that what lay ahead was a nightmare dreamed up from the depths of your worst fears, nor did you know that the night would be stained red by the hands of someone you couldn’t even fathom could stalk the earth. You weren’t sure what would be better — becoming one of the fallen that painted the walls red to escape what awaited you, or rolling over and baring your throat in a plea for mercy. There were no Gods to save you, nor knights in shining armour — if you were going to make it out alive, you would for damn sure have to fight for it.

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𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Trick or treaters had flocked to your best friend’s door for hours on end, each small child and teenager as impressive with their costumes as the last.

The moon was high in the sky at this point, and you were growing tired every passing minute while your friends continued to carry on with their partying – loud and reckless, as always.

Alcohol had been sloshed all over the floor and food was scattered over counters and benches. “You’d think they would clean up after themselves,” you grumbled, staring at the mess that once resembled a kitchen. “But no. Of course not.”

They carried on, hollering and whooping as they downed shots like hangovers weren’t a thing. One of them choked on a mouthful and sprayed it all over their plus one, making you wince in sympathy.

“Seriously, man!” he yelled over the music, and he stormed towards the kitchen, when he spotted you watching from the doorway. “Where’s the–”

“Upstairs, second door on the left,” you said quickly, pointing up the staircase. “Help yourself to towels.” He stomped off up the stairs without another word, leaving his friends behind. You caught your best friend’s gaze in the crowd and rolled your eyes.

The music pounded through the walls and floor of the two storey home; windows rattled with the deep bass and the very foundations seemed to be trembling with the sheer amount of people partying in the common areas.

You walked through the crowds to get closer to your best friend when the hairs on the nape of your neck stood on end, and the unmistakable feeling of being watched overtook every last one of your senses. As your heart raced and the music dulled to background noise, you looked around the room for the source of unease, when your gaze landed on a figure outside. They were standing right next to the window.

“What the-” You blinked, desperate to clear your vision or see if it was a figment of your lack of sleep, and the figure was gone, vanished. “It was only a tree, or something,” you muttered tiredly, and you rubbed your eyes.

The memory of always seeing a shadowy figure through the windows of your own home and out of the corner of your eyes flashed to the forefront of your mind, but you pushed them away – it wasn’t possible that they were connected, you were just tired, you reasoned.

Just as you reached your best friend, there was a loud pounding on the front door.

“Police,” a deep voice called, muffled by the barrier. You looked to your friend and then hurried to the door, opening it to find a lone officer in uniform, his badge shining from the light that flooded the entry. “Evening, ma’am.” He tipped his hat and looked around the entryway of the home. “Is this your residence?”

You blinked and then shook your head. The officer had striking blue eyes, and under his hat was straw blonde hair – he was handsome, too. “No, sir.”

The badge on his chest was one of a Captain and with the inscription of ‘S. Rogers’ you assumed he was a high ranking, decorated officer. That was why he was looking at the entryway, you thought.

It was then his eyes landed on the security panel, and they narrowed. Something stirred in your gut at the action. He opened his mouth to speak, “We’ve had some noise complaints. It would be best if you wrapped this up and made the owner of the residence aware.”

“Okay,” you said simply, watching his face as he nodded once. “We’ll wrap up. Have a nice evening, officer.”

He tipped his hat in farewell and walked back down the path to his cruiser, and as he walked, he talked into a radio on his shoulder. You watched his mouth move, but from his profile you could not even guess what he had said.

“That was… Weird,” you said quietly, watching his silhouette. The officer slipped into the driver’s seat of his cruiser, and took off.

You shrugged your shoulders to shake off that insistent crawl of your skin of being watched, and you turned to the partygoers, all of which were staring at you. “You heard him, time to head home.” The lot of them groaned and whined as they shuffled out the door to their rides home.

When the last straggler walked down the path and towards an awaiting car, you shut the door with a heavy sigh and turned to face your best friend and the few of the group that had been invited to stay. All three of them and your best friend stretched in place while you looked at the clock. It was well past midnight now, and you groaned before you rubbed your eyes. “I’m beat. I’m going to sleep, I suggest you do, too.”

They shrugged and you walked to the stairs, when you saw the figure in the window again. You watched as whoever it was tilted their head, and turned to stalk off, out of sight. “Sooner I sleep, the better.”

Warmth engulfed you as you curled up under the covers of your bed for the night, and you burrowed into the comfort as you closed your eyes, listening to the sound of your friends mucking around downstairs.

It could have been minutes or hours when you awoke next to the sound of your phone vibrating incessantly. You fumbled for the device, only to see the screen was black with the occasional glitch – like an old VCR. “The fuck?”

The screen flashed to life and a message pinged, making you let out a harsh breath. There were no words, just an attachment, and the photo showed the window that was just behind you. It was an unlisted number. Shivers wracked your spine and you looked frantically over your shoulder, when a rock hit the glass, splintering it and bouncing off with a ping.

You jumped to your feet and turned the torch of your phone on, but you didn’t dare near the window to see who, or what, it was that threw the rock. “What the-” Lights flickered on and off through the whole house, sparking and humming with electricity, before they exploded.

Darkness flooded your vision and you could hear your friends shuffling and stirring from their slumber, none the wiser for what lurked – what you had seen.

“What’s going on?” someone said from the shadows. A flashlight lit up and the beam of light hit the ceiling as the shuffling got louder. “What’s happened?”

You backed up against the wall of the bedroom and your hands shook. “I don’t know,” you hissed. “Someone’s here, though–I saw someone in the window earlier.”

There was a quiet gasp and you saw a shadow move from a sleeping bag to come into the light – it was your best friend. “Did you call the cops?”

“No–I was just about to when-”

“I would not do that, if I were you.” The voice was tinny and warped through the speaker of your phone. Everyone jumped and screamed around you as you hurled the phone across the room, watching it hit the drywall and land on the floor with a dull thud. “Now, that was not very nice, was it? That is your first strike.” Complete silence echoed for a few beats, then, “For that, you will watch a friend of yours bounce off of the wall–just like your phone, princess.”

The phone’s screen flashed and turned red. Something akin to terror settled heavy in your stomach and it froze you in place while your best friend rushed to pick up the device. “What the fuck–?”

A crackle of static came from your phone, before, “If only you did not ignore my gifts, I found them just for you. I knew you would like them,” the voice hissed, exasperated and angry. You blinked and then gasped harshly – presents, wrapped in red, had been showing up at your door for months now, and you had just left them or tossed them.

“I thought that was-” Your lips trembled and your hands shook from the fear coursing through you. “I thought they weren’t-”

“You thought they were not for you, princess?” The voice asked. “I know you are smarter than that. You are not at the top of your class from sucking cock.”

“Who is this psycho?” your best friend hissed through their teeth.

You shook your head, staring wide-eyed at the phone in their hand. “I don’t-”

“Where is your guest?” It was mocking, and you gritted your teeth to bite your tongue from screaming, instead you stared around at your friends, confused. “Aw. Do not tell me you have forgotten the guest you sent to clean himself up, princess. You have not seen him since he walked up those stairs, have you?”

“Oh, no,” a voice breathed, and someone moved. Your phone was in your hand then, the device hot, as though you’d left it on for hours. A shadow of a friend bolted past you, and you hastened to catch them.

“Stop! Stop, we have to stick together,” you rushed.

By some miracle, they nodded their silent agreement, and you led the way to the bathroom; hands still trembling with adrenaline. You could hear the others behind you, shuffling their feet over the floorboards as they followed.

Your toes touched something thick and wet, and you pointed the torch of your phone down. A puddle of blood pooled and trailed from the same bathroom that the guest would have entered to clean themselves up earlier.

With a shaky breath, you reached your hand out to the doorknob of the bathroom door, and you gripped the cold metal in your hand.

“Wait, wait,” someone said, and you stopped to look over your shoulder. “What if whoever it is, is in there? What do we do?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, “But we need to see what’s happened to them–it’s obvious whoever it is is toying with us. For all we know it’s a prank.” With that, you pushed the door open, just as the lights overhead flickered – the only room without an exploded bulb.

The light illuminated a foot, clad in a black boot, hanging over the edge of the bath, and the shower curtain was covered in the spray of blood. The tiles of the bathroom floor, once white, were crimson and black with arterial spray.

Your stomach clenched and you gagged over the pungent and overwhelming smell of iron in the air.

Two of your friends shrieked and ran back down the hall to the bedroom, while your best friend stood with you and looked over your shoulder at the scene. You could hear their breath shake with the hitch in their throat.

The circular mirror above the sink had been mostly untouched by the spray, but there were words written on the glass with the guest’s blood. Your mouth worked silently over the words as disbelief clouded your sense of perception, “I’m watching you, princess.”

“Who the fuck did this?” your best friend asked aloud, but you couldn’t find the words to answer as they gestured to the body in the bathtub. “Are they even–?”

You glanced at the bathtub with a sickening realisation – the kind that settled heavily in your stomach and made your limbs feel like lead as you took two steps forward. A sharp gasp caught in your throat at the sight; he was laying on his back, vacant eyes staring up at the ceiling while his skin was mottled grey and red. His throat was slit jaggedly, and the wound wept steadily down his neck and shoulders and onto the porcelain.

He was in a bath of his own blood.

“We need to get out of here,” you whispered shakily, unable to tear your eyes from the blank stare that only hours ago had been so full of exasperation, even anger. “Now. We need to run.”

“Good luck with that,” a deep voice rasped behind you, and then a piercing scream cut through the silence of the house. You spun around to see a shadow of a man holding one of your friends in a headlock, ignorant of the struggle they were putting against the restraint. “You cannot run from me. You cannot hide, either, princess. Now your friends must pay the price for your selfishness.”

Time slowed down as your mouth opened around a scream.

The stranger, shadowed and silhouetted by the window behind him, bodily threw his quarry, your friend, to the wall with as little as a grunt of effort. Their head bounced off of the drywall, leaving behind a dent in the plaster as they crumpled to the floor, silent and deathly still.

“I warned you that I would do that,” the stranger said, a slight hint of amusement in his voice. “Now it is your turn.” As he spoke, he pointed at your best friend, a manic glint in his eyes.

You noticed that his face, what was visible of it behind the curtain of dark hair and black mask, at least, was streaked with kohl and blood. There was no way to tell whether the blood was from your friends that no doubt laid lifeless behind him, or whether you were part of a sickening spree.

Every instinct screamed for you to run, but what he warned of rang true – there was no way to outrun him within the house. Heavy boots thudded on the wood and you winced as the toe of one connected with the temple of the friend strewn over the floor – they didn’t even stir, and their chest wasn’t rising and falling with breath.

You opened your mouth to yell, to shout out for help, but you stumbled in your haste to get away. “Do not go anywhere,” he rasped, getting nearer. “I have worked too hard for you to run. The others were not like you.” Horror washed over you and consumed you whole, just as he said, “They were dead before they realised–I know you would be perfect.”

“Fuck, run!” A hand grabbed your elbow, and pulled. “Run!”

The comparison of yours and your best friend’s footsteps on the stairs were like a hare being chased by a patient wolf; rampant and fast-paced skitters, to the slow, steady beat of the wolf’s.

“What about the others!” you yelled.

A deep, sinister laugh echoed down the stairwell. “No longer with us, princess,” he warned, the click of metal loud over his footsteps. “When will you learn that it is going to be just the two of us?”

You were yanked to the side, towards the front door of the home, when a whoosh of air went past your elbow. A glint of bright, clean metal was all you could see before you gasped in horror as your best friend fell to the floor. “No!”

“What the hell,” they gritted out, hands desperately trying to staunch the bleeding from their leg. A blade handle stuck out at a jaunted angle from their thigh while blood pooled below them. “You-”

“That is much better,” he huffed, and he stalked towards you. The boots he wore slapped over the wet floor; splatters of blood flicking in his stride.

You only had eyes for the rabid killer that neared, but you heard a whimper and moan of pain, then the shuffling of clothes.

“Run, get out of here,” your best friend rasped. The pallor of their face made you whimper as you looked between them and the approaching murderer. “Go, please–please go, get out,” they begged, their voice weak.

The toe of a black boot connected with their ribs and they groaned with pain, and you jumped. “I hit an artery,” he said blithely, like it was a simple fact that would not change your life as you knew it. “They will not be with us for much longer.”

“You fucking what!” you shrieked, gaping at the intruder. Terror seized your heart when he advanced faster, that glint of manic energy now flared to a furious anger. The air in your lungs swooped and vanished as he seized your throat, choking you with a strong, cold hand. “Let me go-” You grunted when your back hit a wall, and your head slammed against glass, a photo frame; a family portrait now covered in blood. “You psycho! Let go of me!”

His head tilted to the side. “Such a spirited one.” His voice was muffled by the black mask that covered the bottom half of his face. “You will be perfect–absolutely perfect, and I have high hopes of you.”

With him standing so close, you could smell the ichor and mess that covered the black, tactical leather vest he wore, and the canvas tactical pants covering his legs were splattered with something. The mask shone in the streaked moonlight with the blood of his victims, and his hair was matted with fluids you would not dare to utter. His lank, dark hair fell to his jaw, and when he exhaled, the strands that covered the slits in his mask blew outwards.

“Fuck you,” you spat, baring your teeth with the effort of your struggle. “Fuck you.”

There was a low, menacing chuckle before you felt the hand around your throat squeeze – the pressure tight and unyielding. “I will break you down, princess. I have the patience to do so, and I will take great pleasure in watching you fracture–do not worry.”

Your vision swam as you choked and gasped for air, but your lungs could not pull any through his grip.

“Sleep,” he growled, his face inching closer. “Do not make me snap your pretty neck, princess.”

A wretched, mournful sob fell from your lips, and you coughed while the edges of your vision darkened. In a last bid to find some salvation, you glanced down at the floor, where your best friend would have laid, but they were slumped on their side – eyes vacant and blank, surrounded by a pool of their own blood.

“No,” you whispered, hands scrabbling at your assailant’s leather covered arm. “No, no- Please!”

“I said sleep,” he snarled, and he pushed against your throat harder, squeezing tighter than a vice. Darkness filled your vision, swirling like the sea. “That is it, princess. Go. You will need it for what I plan for you.”

The last thing you saw as you were swept away, choking from the lack of air, was a set of icey, stone-grey eyes, filled with malice and a sweeping sense of victory. “You are mine, and mine alone.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the absolute and utter shock of being drenched with ice cold water. The cry of shock caught in your throat and you choked on it, tasting blood and god knows what else on your teeth and tongue. Your eyes burned and struggled to focus as the water dripped from your lashes and onto your cheeks.

A dark, rasped laugh echoed from behind you, and you made to twist and face it, but you could not move.

Ropes bound you to the chair you were sitting on. Your ankles, knees and thighs, your middle, and your arms were chafed and red from the fibres. A zip tie was cinched around your wrists and to the back of the chair so tightly, that you could barely feel your fingers.

“Hello.” The voice was muffled, but still sickly sweet with malice and a sense of twisted triumph. “It is nice of you to finally join me, princess.”

“You sick bastard.” The words felt catastrophically inadequate to the rage you felt, but with very little else at your disposal, you felt like words were the last weapon you had at your arsenal. “What do you want from me?”

A hand, of cold and shining metal, squeezed your shoulder. “I want you. I have watched you for a long time now–I have waited for the right moment to make you mine.” There was a swelling silence before he spoke again, and you prayed that he would have just stayed silent. “You were one of the few I chose, and the only one that survived. The others… They were weak, pitiful in the end.”

Chilled terror encapsulated you whole, turning your blood to ice and your muscles to rigid blocks, akin to an iceberg. The fear ran deep and consumed you as that same hand gestured to the wall in front of you, and you blinked as you turned your head to look.

Pictures – all manners of polaroids and stills from surveillance footage were pinned and stuck to the wall, all looped and connected with black string and red writing that scratched and tore at the pieces of paper. The resemblance to being written in blood wasn’t lost on you, and it made your heart beat faster with the implication.

All the bodies of your friends flashed in your mind. How this stranger had killed them off with as little care but high finesse screamed serial killer. The matter of fact statement that you were one of the few, but the only one to survive, lent credit to that observation.

The ironic truth of your obsession with true crime documentaries, and being part of one, was also not lost on you.

His voice, still raspy, spoke again. “I have worked tirelessly these past few months to obtain you–my ultimate prize, my trophy. Did you not wonder why an officer of such high rank knocked on your door? How you were left alone, ripe for me to strike?”

The decorated officer with blond hair and blue eyes flashed in your mind’s eye with his question, and your breath hitched. Your suspicion was right, your gut instinct was right. “How-”

“He is my…” He paused, as though searching for the right word. “He is an accomplice of mine.”

A deafening silence echoed off the walls of your ‘cell’ – the walls of solid brick and pipes gave the illusion of some kind of basement, and the singular light that swung above your head flickered and hummed. Shadows danced over the pictures of you and your friends, warping the memories you once held so dear.

The friends, all of them that were in those photos, now laid dead; bled dry or broken beyond healing.

You hiccuped and exhaled shakily, glancing around the room as the panic that once simmered roared to life. “I–”

“You were so brave before, princess,” he cooed, tipping your chin up with his index finger. “Where has all of your fight gone, hmm? I could not have broken such a spirited one so easily.”

Your eyes tracked his movement as he moved to stand in front of you, and you took him in. Dark hair hung limply around his pale face, framing the skeletal, gaunt cheekbones and brows above the black mask. His eyes were a haunting grey – dark and murky with the deeds he had committed and the ones he planned to commit.

The thought of what he could have planned for you made you shudder and ball your hands into fists.

“You killed all of them–my friends,” you hissed, baring your teeth. “All of them are dead. You fucking killed them, slaughtered them like animals, you monster! That’s what you are, a fucking monster!”

A cold palm connected with your cheek, and you shrieked with pain as your head snapped to the side.

“Watch your tongue, girl.” The same hand that slapped you, grabbed a hold of your cheeks with a thumb and index finger and squeezed – tight enough to no doubt leave a bruise. You whimpered quietly and stared into his face, so ghastly pale; clean of blood and muck. “It would be unwise to make me angry, princess. You do not want to make me mad, do you? I cannot control myself when-”

“No,” you whimpered, blinking fast to clear the tears from your vision. A single tear escaped and tracked down your stinging cheek.

He clicked his tongue as he watched it fall until it rolled down your neck, and he used a thumb to wipe it away. “So pretty when you cry, princess. If only it was over something else. Do not get me wrong,” he said, standing tall once more. “I would make it happen, if I did not have a slither of consciousness.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice, as though he found the concept of such a thing amusing. “Or the motivation of finally having you–calling you mine.”

You watched as he stepped back and sat himself down on a chair in the corner, shrouded in shadow. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees so his metal hand shone in the dull light from overhead. “That is my endgame, princess. And, whether you like it or not, you will be mine.”

“I won’t,” you whispered, shaking your head. “You won’t have me, ever. Not now, not ever.”

Cold laughter came from the same shadow that he had perched himself in. “You are very funny.” His face came out of the shadows and you stared into his cold, piercing eyes as he tilted his head. “You think you have a choice.”

Fear froze your heart as you watched him slink back into the shadows. “You can’t keep me!” you shouted, pulling at the ropes. “You can’t! Someone will look for me, you won’t-”

“You are all alone, princess.” Metal shone from the shadow and you realised it was a blade of a knife. “No one will come, and no one can hear you.” The blade flew in the air, once, twice. “As of midnight, you have been declared dead. Cold and lifeless–deceased and in a morgue,” he hissed.

“What?” you croaked.

He stood again, flipping the knife as his boots thudded over the cement floor. “No one will come for you. You are dead, you do not exist,” he growled. “You are mine–mine to keep, mine to use. The sooner you accept this, the easier it will be, and the less you will be hurt.”

“Fuck,” you rasped, speechless from horror. You glanced around the room fitfully, searching for something to get you out and release the hold this murderer had on you. “No, no, no–”

“I assure you,” he said, folding his arms across his chest as he stood right in front of you, and you looked up into those eyes you had already grown to hate, to fear. “There is no way to escape from me, girl. This is a hell of your own making, and you will not win. You will beg. You will throw tantrums.”

You watched as he uncrossed his arms and he gestured wildly with his hands; one of flesh and bone, one of shining, cold metal. It was a haunting sight.

“There will be no ending to this where you escape–at least, alive. You will be mine, whether I have to break you down or kill you myself–but that would be an awful waste.” He cupped your jaw in his right hand and brushed his callused, bloodied thumb over your bottom lip. “I would rather you stayed alive. A trophy like you deserves to be shown, and proudly.”

His face neared yours and he moved his hand from your jaw to your chin, and gripped it tightly. “And I will also assure you, princess, that I have every intention of showing off what is mine.”

Words failed you; your heart seized, then shattered in your ribcage. A broken sob fell from your lips.

A loud, harsh sigh blew the strands of hair away from his mask. “Quiet.” The command was followed by a pat to your cheek, the sting of his palm on your already sensitive skin made you wince. “I have work to do, princess. Your friends made an awful mess.”

You watched him walk away. The sway of his shoulders and the set of his posture screamed of a silent threat you could not put into words, but it made your very bones shiver with fear.

“Oh,” he said suddenly, turning to face you in the doorway. “You may call me Sir, or Soldat. The choice is yours. Anything else will land you a punishment.”

“Fuck you,” you sneered, tears freely streaming down your face now. “I won’t call you shit but the murderer you are!”

Soldat hung his head and then stalked back, brandishing a black strip of cloth that appeared from nowhere. “First lesson begins now. Open your mouth, or I will do it for you.”

“No-” Your protest was cut off with a squeak as Soldat seized your jaw and pried it open, the force of his grip brutal and inescapable. The black cloth was stuffed roughly into your mouth, and he let go of your jaw to tie it tightly around the back of your head. “Hmph!”

“Keep quiet,” he growled, staring into your eyes with such fury you felt your insides quiver with the fear it imposed. “I will not tell you again or I will take your tongue. Do not make me angry, princess.”

You blinked and shrunk back from the threat, nodding meekly.

“Good,” he said, and he turned to walk away again, but paused. “I will be back later to bathe and clean you from all that blood. I cannot stand the sight of my precious girl covered in filth.”

His shadow disappeared down the hall and his footsteps quietened the further he walked away.

Your breath came in shallow pants as you sat there, blinking and trembling, desperately trying to take in what you had been through.

The pictures on the wall glared at you, like you should have known you were being watched. Memories of your best friend and the coffee dates you shared; the time your friend surprised you with a bear on your birthday; walks in the park with your family and then your friends, each one shot from a distance.

In every single shot, your face had been crystal clear – the intended target while everyone else fell like dominoes around you.

You whimpered and shook your head, desperate to clear the panicked fog from your mind, but that only made it worse. A gut-wrenching sob shook your whole body, and you couldn’t hold the fear back any longer.

The muffled wails that tore from your throat only echoed off of the walls of your confinement, never escaping to reach those outside – if there even were people out there. You had no idea, and your grief for such tragedy and loss broke you down, tearing and shattering your foundations and beliefs to their core.

No one was coming to save you.

You were dead, a lone entity, locked in a chamber and at the mercy of a murderer. It would be easy to give in, you guessed, but the fire of spite burned brighter than any star.

But for now, you allowed the shock and terror to rule your body, using it as a vessel to escape the deep, deep trenches of your psyche.

You would fight, and by all that you had, you were determined to win.

don't look at me like that, I know this is fucked up. 😅

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psychwxrdd · 2 months

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MORE STEP BRO DONNIE IM BEGGINGGGGGG

so sorry for taking long sweetheart, i've been working on a lot of requests but i'm really hating everything i write lately. you guys have so many good ideas i wanna write about all of them, at some point i swear i will, just need to work on this because i want it to be good. donnie makes me so inspired y'all can send any requests about him whenever y'all want to !!

Rumours

Summary: Donnie, your step brother, takes you to Middlesex "most haunted house" on Hallowen's night, where apparently, a terrible case of murder happened. He wants to play with Ouija Board. You always believed in demons and evil itself, but never would've imagine it to come this close to you.

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Warnings: Horror, Demonic Possession, Supernatural themes, Ouija Board, Domestic Violence, Murder, Non Con, 18+

english is not my first language btw, always apologize for any mistakes!

do not read this if any of the warnings makes you feel uncomfortable or triggered. i explore horror, grotesque and dark themes, if you can't stand it, just don't read PLEASE

"Are you sure this won't get us in trouble?" You hissed, already regretting for even suggesting the house near Donnie. You knew he was a freak, knew he would have some stupid idea and he would persuade you to do it, in one way or another. Hands sweating, heart anxious and a belly ache. Felt like you'd die at any second with so much panic.

"Trust me, we're gonna have fun, it's much better than if we just went to some boring party, you wouldn't have a story to tell your kids." He tapped the back of your head and you sighed. You were finally in front of the so called haunted house.

It didn't looked awful, not at all, it was pretty preserved. The rumours said the crime happened back in the late 60s or early 70s, a couple used to live there with their only children. Not a child, actually, probably a teenager or a young adult, you weren't quite sure which one was the "true" history - If anything really did in fact happen, so many different versions were told. They were italians apparently, and the dad was an alcoholic, violent man. You even heard a version telling there was a sister but that she had depression and tried to kill herself, so he send her to a mental hospital. Not because he cared, he didn't wanted people to associate her to them.

Then one day, while his wife and son were sleeping, he woke up and shoot them both. He told the authorities it was the house, that "they told him to do it ", and since they moved in his behaviour had changed completely, making him act like a mad man. No one ever told you the end, what could have possibly happened to him; Was he arrested? Checked in a mental hospital for insanity? Did anyone took it seriously, the possibilty of a possession?

But again, it was just a urban legend. Just some history to tell to your friends in school and make them hold their pee because they are too scared to walk to the bathroom alone. It was stupid to consider and fear this.

"You're coming?" Donnie asked and you blinked, realizing you were thinking too much about it, more than you should. At your big age, shouldn't be so scared of ghost stories.

"Yeah."

"Y'know i won't let anything bad happen to you, first noise and we run as fast as we can" He reassured you, cleaning the Ouija Board with a piece of his shirt. You just nod, too nervous to reply. "Hey, look, we can leave if you're really scared"

"No...I'm not a coward." You tried to act confident.

He opened the door, a sharp sound ringing through the empty, big place. It was definetly very old, smelled like something rotting, something left behind for enough time to be forgotten.

"Shit" Donnie muttered. His eyes scanning the whole living room, a bit amazed. If the family stuff was true, then they were surely rich and europeans in fact. He couldn't help but feel disturbed by the slight different tone of colors next to the window, it didn't looked just dirty, it looked like something you can not wash away, something penetrated permanently. Like when you break a glass of grape juice and take too long to clean, like you slept for days and forgot it there.

You were too tense to dive on it, tho. You didn't wanted to think about what was that, maybe just some other dumb teenagers who got inside the house to drink, do drugs or have sex. It could be anything really.

"C'mon, let's do it Donnie"

"What a badass" He smiled, teasing. You just rolled your eyes.

"Should we do it right here or upstairs?"

"I don't know if those stairs are trustable"

"Or are you just scared?"

This time, Donnie stared at you with an annoyed look, making you laugh.

"I don't fear anything."

"Yeah, sure" You crossed your arms. "I wanna see the bedrooms."

Sighing, he just agreed. Very carefully stepping ground by ground, afraid of it might breaking all of sudden. You held his arm, strongly, more scared of falling than of any ghost.

In fact, the house was very big, you would easily live here - if you had the money to afford it in perhaps another life. The first room was probably the guests one. Following to two big bathrooms, one with a bathtub, and more five rooms. It was hard to guess which one could had possibly belonged to any of them. Again, maybe there weren't any of "them".

"Look at this" Donnie grabbed your wrist, and you felt your mouth opening. That room belonged to a teenager, for sure.

Bowie, Morrison, Nick Drake, MLB and Sharon Tate's posters on the wall, cars and trucks miniatures, organized shells of books... Someone surely used to live there.

"You think his ghost will curse us if we steal some...?" He asked, and you tapped his arm.

"Shut up" You were still curious about everything, but mostly, you were paralized by the fear that hit you once you realized maybe the rumours were true after all. "We're playing it here"

He widened his eyes. "...Okay"

"Whats the stare for?"

"I just don't think it's a good idea, you know, if this was really the son's room and if the history is true, we're being hella disrespectful"

You chuckled, sarcastically.

"Are you fucking serious? Donnie this was your idea! It doesn't matter which place from the house, we're already here for only one reason, that would be disrespectful at anywhere!"

He sighed. You wanted to punch him in the face.

"Yeah, but-"

"Cut the "but", don't be a fucking coward!"

Darko's face went to a blank expression. "Okay, i'm not a fucking coward."

You sat on the floor, no longer wasting time. He followed you.

"You know the rules, don't you?" He asked in a serious tone, you nodded. "Answer with words"

"Yes, i know the rules!" You noticed how tense he was by the mood swing.

"Once we start this, you can not leave, not take your finger off of the board, you have to be focused, alright?"

"Alright" you breathed, heavily. You kind of wanted to cry, you didn't even really wanted this in the beggining, Donnie convinced you. Then he gets scared and regret and now he's dead serious, it did something to your brain. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack at any second.

The silence was bothering you, way too much. You wanted to turn your head and stare at the door every 5 seconds, but you couldn't. The only sound in the room was you and Donnie's heavy breath.

"I start" He explained. You just stared at him, your fingers were holding so tight against the board you saw it was white. "Try to control the shaking hands"

You tried your hardest, but it was almost impossible. You were too nervous, even your chin was creaking a bit.

"Dear spirits, we want to talk. Is there any spirit in the room with us right now?"

Nothing.

"Is anyone else here?"

Nothing.

Your hands both stood there, not moving for anything in this world - and out of this world, mostly. Still, nothing happened.

"Is any spirit in the room willing to talk to us right now?"

Then, it moved. It fucking moved. You felt your whole body tingling, your heart beating faster and your hands felt cold. It couldn't be really happenin, could it?

You knew - felt - Donnie was also scared as hell, but he was stronger than you, he tried to be. He wanted to show you he would protect you, that "he had no fear". Fear is not what move us as human beings, he hated that idea.

"Now that you're in the room with us, please, tell us your name"

Your hands both moved to random letters. It didn't made any sense, it seemed like just a bunch of non sense words. You were quick to come with one, it was "bowshed".

You were both paralized in fear, you could feel Donnie's hand sweating.

"How did you died?"

Again, the hands moved to random letters. The same letters. "bowshed".

You could tell Donnie was trying hard to figure out what word was that, what the hell did that meant.

"When did you died?"

The hands moved to the numbers over the board. "31/10/1973"

Your eyes were filled with tears, but you breathed and swallowed, you had to be brave.

"What do you want?" Donnie asked, and you stared at him with wide eyes. The wasn't exactly a proper question to ask to a ghost you invoked, probably.

"Donnie, what are you doing?"

He then took his hands off of the board, all of sudden, standing up, moving towards you so quickly you thought it was inhuman. He grabbed you by the throat.

"Don-" You struggled to finish, chocking on his strong hands "Donnie..."

There was something different about his eyes. It didn't looked dark, or red, or any other color. But it looked like someone else's eyes. It wasn't Donnie, it looked so weird, so disturbing. If it wasn't for his hands on your neck, you would scream in fear.

"Who invited you, bitch?" He hollered, you smelled alcohol and weed on his breath. "Huh?"

His veins were popping out of his forehead in anger, his face looked red.

"Cat got your tongue?" He threw you on the floor and you desperatedly cried and gasped for air, crawling backwards in direction to the door. But before you could get there, you heard it slamming hard.

Donnie, or whoever was that, kept staring at you. He took his belt off, and you frozed, crying hysterically. You were ready to feel the pain against your skin, but then you heard a woman screaming.

You opened your eyes, and the scene in front of you made you feel chills all over your body; Donnie was smiling at you. Not the usual smiles he gave you, this was sinister. You just wanted to run to your mom now, you were in fact a coward, it didn't mattered.

You heard now also the sound of what it seemed to be a boy crying, it was horrible to hear. There was blood all over the floor, you couldn't tell where was it coming from.

Then he suddenly grabbed you, turning you around and pressing your face agaisnt the floor. This couldn't be happening. He sat upon you, lifting your dress up and beating the belt on your ass.

"Gotta teach you some manners, whore. Teach you to not fucking get to whats none of your business"

He hitted, again. Again. Again. Again. The more he hitted you, the more you heard the woman voice's screaming. You never wished so bad to have a nightmare, you wanted this all to be nothing more than a nightmare.

"Please, stop..." You begged, sobbing.

You heard him unzipping his pants. No, no, no, this wasn't happening. You were not there.

"What did you do to Donnie?" you cried, "Where is my brother, what have you done to him?"

He said nothing, only putting your panties to the side and spitting on your clit. He rubbed slowly, and your body reacted slightly, as terrible as it sounds.

He placed himself inside you, and you screamed at his size. "Thats it, my little step sis" You frozed, how the fuck did that thing knew that?

You cried and he held your hair with one hand, pounding into you like you were just as inhuman as him. The pain started to feel like pleasure, somehow, maybe it was just your body protecting you. You never felt so terrified, ever, this was all unreal, this was an horror movie.

It wasn't a movie. It was your life.

"He is dead" He mumbled. "Bloodshed"

Your eyes grew wide. "What...What did you just..."

"Bloodshed. They are all dead."

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queentheweeb · 1 year

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Aonung X Fem Navi Omaticaya Reader

A/N: Soulmates exist in the Navi world, and you knew that Aonung was your soulmate when he defended you and your siblings. Also, canon divergence

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You didn't think that you were going to be accepted as quickly as you thought. You were convinced that the Tsahik was going to kick you guys out and fuck y'all but, the Olo'eyktan had a heart and allowed you guys to stay as long as you learn their ways to keep from being useless. She had inspected your siblings making a spectacle of Lo'ak and you swore you almost hissed at her but, your dad stepped up and placed his hand in her face showing yeah, he's a demon too. Your family wasn't freaks or demons regardless of her prejudice. You guys lost too much to be judged so harshly especially since your dad tried so hard to fit in and do right, there is only so much he can do. He was one person with feelings, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. You being the twin of Neteyam can only watch how hard he was with Lo'ak and Neteyam. Yes, Lo'ak got in trouble but, more than once your mom has said he was exactly like their dad and Neteyam was like their mom and you were a mix of both of them. You would always comfort Lo'ak and Neteyam when your dad wasn't around. This time Lo'ak was by himself sulking so you jumped him from behind earning a startled yelp from him.

"How's my baby brother, huh? Why you're sulking? No sulking allowed!" He was trying in vain to stay angry and annoyed but, with you tickling and wrestling with him he was giggling and laughing trying to pin you in the dirt.

"I got you!" He was on top of you but, you used your tail to yank him back and this time it was you on top. The both of you were giggling entirely too much to take this seriously.

"I win!" You couldn't even say anymore except fall on top of him laughing from the gut. Unbeknownst to the two of you Aonung and his friends were not too far away poking fun at Kiri but, your sensitive ears picked up their voices and the annoyed tone from Kiri. Getting off of Lo'ak, he noticed your face and followed your eyes to Aonung making him hiss.

"The fuck is he bothering Kiri for." You were already on your feet making your way over there and Kiri was the first one to spot your fuming form on the way.

"Why are you surrounding my sister." You faced Aonung who seemed to have started all of it, glaring at him and all he did was smirk down at you. He had five seconds to stop smirking before you wiped it off of him.

"Relax princess we were just playing around...she's a freak anyway so why do you care." You shoved him and his eyes widen when he landed on his ass and you hissed at him.

"She's not a freak! You're the freak for picking on someone that doesn't look like you! Leave her alone!" You frowned hard, disappointed in him, and turned to grab Kiri but were blind-sided by a punch right in the face that sent you flying backward, head over heels. Holy shit, you haven't been hit like that since your Ikran head-butted you off the cliff during your Iknimaya, and it hurt. Tears unwillingly came to your eyes, feeling the blood flow like a faucet from your nose; shit, it's broken. Through the pain, you heard full-blown snarling and punches being thrown. You opened your eyes blearily, seeing Kiri and Lo'ak fighting the boy who you think hit you while his friends watched, unsure if they should break it up. Ignoring the pain, you stood up, walking side to side cause now you were nauseous, aiming to grab Lo'ak and Kiri off of him.

"DON'T YOU EVER HIT MY SISTER AGAIN YOU BITCH!" Kiri bit his fingers and got up off of him turning to see you standing there reaching for her and Lo'ak who pulled the guy's tail growling at him. "Lo'ak it's Y/N." That got his attention leaving the guy groaning on the ground and grabbing you by the face gently.

"Mom can fix her." He went to pick you up but, was stopped by Aonung who both he and Kiri hissed at.

"My mom can do it, it's my fault." Kiri and Lo'ak were about to heavily protest, but you stopped them with a hiss and Aonung nodded ushering the three of you to follow. Lo'ak who was still full of adrenaline picked you up and kept up with Aonung's pace to the Tsahik's Marui. When the four of you got there all of your parents were there which was a surprise but, before anything can be said

"What happened?" Lo'ak put you down and when Jake and Neytiri saw your face they hissed, Jake grabbed you gently and sat you on the floor in between him and Neytiri while Ronal got some healing herbs "Lo'ak" His ears pinned back because of why they got to blame him automatically even though he was part of it.

"It was my fault." All eyes turned to Aonung, and he cringed, wanting to crawl into a hole from all the eyes staring at him, particularly the nasty glare Neytiri and his father were giving him. "I-I was being mean to Kiri, and she told me to stop, which I did, but Key'ko hit her in the face, and that's when Lo'ak and Kiri fought him, and we brought her here." He knew he would have to apologize, so he might as well do it now. He was embarrassed as it was, having to swallow his pride. He turned to Lo'ak and said, " I am sorry." He turned to Kiri, bowing to her, "I am sorry. for being mean to you. You are not a freak." He turned back to Y/N, who was staring, got down on his knees, and bowed to her. "I am sorry for the way you have been treated." He glanced up at her and, with a deep breath, got up and exited the Marui so he could go drown himself from the sheer embarrassment of getting on his knees and apologizing.

"I didn't think he would do it." Ronal was impressed with her son's maturity glancing back to Y/N who flinched at the light touch on her nose and mouth but, she shushed her gently. She saw the way her son looked at her and Eywa told her there was something special about Y/N but, she will keep it to herself.

"Mawey, ma'ite." Neytiri was rubbing her head humming softly while Y/N had a death grip on her dad's hand. When all was done Ronal hummed

"Thankfully it is not broken but it will be sore for a few days. If you keep bleeding or cannot breathe come back to me." You thanked her watching as she patched up the scrapes on Lo'ak and Kiri quickly and that's when the boy who hit you was brought in by Aonung who forced him to his knees. He had two black eyes and scratches along his chest and arms and he hissed at the sight of Kiri and Lo'ak who hissed back.

"None of that!" Everyone stood quiet at the assertive tone from Tonowari who was staring at his son and the boy. "What do you have to say for yourself Key'ko." The boy said nothing but, hissed when Aonung pressed on his neck

"I'm sorry Y/N for hitting you." He glared up at Aonung who glared right back at him. Lo'ak and Kiri looked at him, looked at each other, and then looked back at him.

"I'm sorry." It was like pulling teeth out of Lo'aks mouth to apologize but, he did it suppressing the urge to smile at the proud look his dad gave him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too." Kiri's eye twitched but when all was said and done both of them got out of the marui to go back to lessons with Tsireya who was currently teaching Neteyam. Satisfied Aonung left the boy to be seen by his mother who was disappointed in the behavior but, said nothing. You refused to look at him instead your focus was solely on Aonung who kept glancing at you and was hovering at the entrance. Holy shit, what was this pull at your chest? Why was that so cool how he made them apologize after he apologized himself to you and your siblings?

"Why don't you go with Aonung sweetheart? I and your mom have to finish talking with the Tsahik and Olo'eyktan." You nodded smiling at the kiss he planted on your forehead. You got up to go to Aonung who held the beads open for you to come out first and followed behind you. You were flabbergasted by the 180 and you were convinced that when he was around his friends was when he was an asshole but, now? Not so much.

"You need a new friend." You're not going to say too much about the others because you did notice how they didn't help Key'ko instead just watching him get his ass handed to him by your younger siblings. He should be glad it wasn't Neteyam.

"I don't normally hang out with him, we all found him a bit...strange, a tad too aggressive towards girls but, we ignored it thinking it was us looking too much into it... I should have followed my gut from the jump." He surprisingly looked guilty as the two of you sat near a secluded area of the beach with your feet in the water.

"It's not your fault, you didn't think he would do that. That's why none of you helped him, right? He had it coming for a long time?" The silence with a single head nod was enough for you. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence looking out to the sea until you felt his hand gently grab yours. You looked up to see he was looking down at you with a sweet smile the sparks in your chest returning with the way he was looking at you.

"Can we start over? We got off on the wrong foot. I will never make fun of your siblings or you. I promise." You stared at him to see if he was being deceitful but, all you saw was honesty and hope. Allowing the sparks in your heart to grow a bit you smiled at him.

"Of course, we can." The way his face lit up and he let out a little chuckle made you feel okay with accepting him as your soulmate.

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Y'all know, I often wonder about how Larry felt after the final of "Secret of the Tomb"

Just think about it: over the years spent working at the museum, Larry developed quite a bond with the exhibits and they became like a second family to him. He spent a good part of his life alongside them and went through a lot of things with them, from the completely ordinary to the seriously dangerous ones.

And then there were those adventures in London. Larry worked his ass off to keep the magic of the tablet alive and save the lives of his friends, while still somehow trying to bond with Nicky and be a good father to him. The quintessense of all these things probably put a terrible strain on Larry, and I could tell that at some point he was even afraid. Afraid that he couldn't save them all in time.

And so, after all those hard efforts, Larry still loses all his friends and his favorite job in particular; that's it, he's left all alone (let's not count Nicky, okay?). Years of strong friendship, the joy of victories, and even sleepless nights - all for the sake of becoming just a vague memory. Larry was certainly not prepared for this turn in his life, and I have no idea at all how he coped with all those changes. He basically had to start his life over from scratch.

But Larry was able to do that: to let go of all those things that happened at the British Museum, to leave his favorite job and find a new one, to find a new course in his life. And frankly, I admire him for that.

#yes im very emotional about that dont judge me #all those thoughts make me sad tbh #natm #night at the museum #secret of the tomb #natm fandom #natm larry #larry natm #larry daley #my rambles

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Sniped - The sexy sequel

Well, Turtle Doves,

I couldn't leave well enough alone. My brain kept going back to play in the gutters. Until we ended up right back in the sewers with that beautiful purple genius.

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Sniped - The Sexy Sequel

It had been nearly a year since you were saved by the purple banded bara. He had brought you back to the safety of the camp and directly to his colossal lab and medical facility. He gave you a thorough examination to check for injuries and then brought you to the chow hall for some sustenance. That’s where you got to meet the rest of his brothers.

They were all quite lovely, and you made friends with them quickly. However, you found yourself continually being drawn to none other than the sniper, himself.

There was just something about him.

He was almost always calm with a cool temperament.

He made you feel safe. And important.

The genius had recognized your need to be helpful early on, and always found a small project you could work on while he was working on something bigger and brainier.

Speaking of brainier… He was intelligent beyond belief.

But! He was also fun. He had an extensive collection of old board games and thousands of movies and tv shows downloaded on thumb drives. He was the one that insisted, then set up movie night every Friday for the entire encampment, on an old drive-in screen he and his brothers had salvaged at the beginning of the apocalypse.

And what happens when crossing big brains with fun? Sass and wit that would knock even the best comedian flat on their behind.

Everyone referred to him as Sass-Master-Tello because he was the biggest wise-ass on the compound by far.

But don’t let all of that fool you, because the man was also an absolute force to be reckoned with.

Nobody dared cross him or anger him. You saw him angry once. And you had said a small prayer for the wolf-man that knocked Don’s laptop off his desk and onto the cement flooring of the lab, successfully shattering it.

Mike had told you that was just a small temper tantrum, and to wait until someone hurts the ones he cares for the deepest.

You tucked that information away for later. You never wanted to upset Don. You wanted to continue being his go-to person for all of his needs. You yearned to be his closest friend… Hoping to someday be one of those he cared for the deepest.

Ok, so it was more than just something about him. It was more like somethings.

A lot of somethings, as it turned out.

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Standing in the lab at the table, and separating screws, nails, bolts, and washers out of an extra-large tote, you turned to ask your friend a question.

The words caught in your throat as you watched him sip the coffee you brewed for him earlier, as he read through lines of coding at his computer station. The intensity of his stare and the seriousness of his expression had your heart damn near screeching to a dead stop.

He was gorgeous…

Butterflies erupted in your stomach the second he turned and smirked at you, giving you a flirty little wink.

Oh, fuck.

You had a sneaky suspicion as to what those things meant. It was confirmed when he stood and walked over, leaning over you to see how things were going. The adrenaline rush through your entire being as he spoke softly into your ear, left you feeling woozy. And tingly.

You were in love with him.

The realization hit you like a category-five hurricane.

Oh no... You couldn’t be. He was your best friend. This might ruin everything you had built with all of them. You had to keep yourself in check. You had to stop your feelings.

But try as you may, all efforts made to stop your feelings may as well have been fuel for the fire.

Because there was no such thing as a good balance of remaining a friend and keeping one's sanity when your heart decided to go all in.

Since the universe had a personal vendetta against you, it only made sense that, now, everything he did seemed to have an undesirable effect on you.

And your panties.

For example…

Personnel would come in to upgrade their weapons, or have their tech updated on a fairly regular basis.

Before? No big deal.

Now? You’d need to slip out halfway through the conversation taking place. His authoritative demeanor and protective stance while he stood between you and whoever came in had you delirious with desire, squeezing your thighs together as you breathed through your want for him.

And God help you if you had a question about a task he assigned to you. That intense gaze would be fixated on you, as he turned his entirety to face your body. He had always given you his complete attention. But now, as you stood there, while he sat in his chair with his thighs spread in front of you and leaning in to see what you were unsure about, you were tripping over simple words.

He’d give you that look, one brow ridge raised while a corner of his sexy lips pulled up into a sly smirk.

Holy hell. You could cum from that alone.

Finally, you gave in.

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Right?

As you found yourself yearning for more than just friendship with this turtle-man, you decided to start dressing a bit nicer.

Cutesy skirts with a nice top. Dresses that complimented your every curve. Pants that hugged your hips and thighs just enough for you to catch him wide-eyed and jaw agape when you stood from picking up the pencil you had accidentally dropped.

Things had been going quite well for weeks. Verbal compliments on your appearance increased, and light flirting had become a daily occurrence. You took notice of how his eyes would linger when you wore certain outfits, so you tended to wear those more often.

Until one day, you came in, and he was in a mood.

He barely spoke to you, nor had he even glanced in your direction. When you asked him if he was okay, he was curt, appearing almost angry.

You brushed it off as a bad day and tried not to let it bother you. Until it became the new routine.

Sadness filled your heavy heart more and more each day you came into the lab, now. You were working on almost a full month of his shit-ass attitude. If he was upset with you, he needed to pull his head out of his ass and say something.

“What is going on, Donnie? Talk to me,” you pleaded as you stood next to him at the security station.

“Just go back to your task. There’s nothing to talk about,” he dismissed you, not even giving you a glimpse and sending daggers right through your heart.

You stood there contemplating for a moment before you spoke again. “Is this it, Donnie? Is this how it’s going to be between us from now on? I thought we were friends…” your voice trembled as you confronted his unacceptable attitude.

When an answer never came, you turned and walked toward the double doors of the lab. Brokenhearted as your whole world came crashing down around you, it took everything you had not to let him see you fall apart.

"Wait," he said, as you reached for the handle of one of the lab doors.

You turned to look at him, gritting your teeth behind closed lips and reigning in the suffering that he'd caused by giving you the cold shoulder for the last few weeks. Eyes glared back at him, full of anger, with a heart full of hurt.

"Don't leave," he pleaded, with a sorrowful, apologetic look on his face as he walked to meet you by the door. He reached out and watched as he placed a calloused hand just above your elbow and let it drift down to your own. Looking at your joined hands, he let his thumb trace small, sensual circles on the backside of it; a rush of fire flickered through your body, making you swallow hard. All anger vanquished the second he touched you. Looking from your joined hands to his face, your eyes went wide when you met his longing gaze.

“Don?” you whispered, eyes fluttering and stomach doing backflips as he gave you a slight yank to bring you closer to him.

“I…” he breathed out and swallowed, his eyes traveling to the floor, then back up to meet yours. “I think… I need you to come,” he said, licking his lips as his sight set itself on your mouth.

Nodding, you let out a shaky breath, “Where?”

He looked down with a smirk and let out a low chuckle. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his upturned lips, your pulse quickening with the rumble that accompanied his moment of happiness.

Releasing your hand, he walked to the glass doors to lock them. He returned to retrieve your hand before walking you around the corner to his lab table.

As you went to sit on a stool, he stopped you, “not there.” He pulled your smaller frame in front of him, so your back was to the tall table. It was as if you weighed nothing when he lifted you and set you directly in front of him on his workspace. Gently, both hands guided your knees apart, slipping his hips snugly between your thighs and aligning his pelvis perfectly with yours. His hands slid under your legs and pulled you to the edge of the table. Your core made contact with him, resulting in you throwing your hands up to his plastron in feverish shock. Waves of carnal adrenaline thrummed through your body at his sudden physical advances and undivided attention.

Quickly, his hands moved from your legs and up to your face, cradling your jaw as he watched his thumb move across your lips. “This is my favorite outfit, but you know that, don’t you?” he purred, one of his hands moving up to let your hair cascade down out of the hair clip.

Placing the clip on the table beside you, his other hand tangled its way to the back of your head, his lips going to your ear, “can I have you?” he breathed, his snout trailing down the outer edge of your ear to the side of your neck, then back up again, his lips teasingly brushing against the sensitive spot right below your ear.

“I don’t understand,” you gasped, not wanting him to stop, but needing an answer to the sudden change.

He pulled back, looking you in the eyes, a smug grin creeping its way across his face, “you’re gonna pretend like you have no idea how I’ve felt about you, since the first day we met?” he asked.

“You’ve wanted nothing to do with me for the last three and a half weeks,” you argued back with a pout.

“All I’ve wanted to do, is you - for the last three and a half weeks!” he admitted, completely exasperated. “God, I can’t get you out of my head! I think about you all day, I dream about you, I can barely concentrate!” He confessed, moving your hands from the front of his plastron to his sides.

“Then why were you so cold?” you asked, hurt seeping into your voice.

Sighing, his hands dropped to your hips. “I was trying to keep myself in check. We're friends, and I didn't want to ruin it. And I was doing fine until you decided to start showing more interest in my work. And in me,” he told you. “I knew if I didn’t distance myself, I was gonna end up falling even harder… for you...” he trailed off softly, looking down. “I want nothing more than for you to be mine.”

Relief washed over you as your eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling in surprise.

Was this real?

He looked up, his eyes searching your face as his hands felt their way from your hips and down the sides of your upper thighs until they found the edge of the flared, mini skater-skirt you were wearing. Finding the hem, his hands made an abrupt stop only to begin their trek back up, now underneath the material.

“And, ya know, I was doing pretty good until you started wearing these wicked things,” he accused, his voice husky, “with those delicious low-cut tank tops, hugging every one of your curves like someone painted the damn thing on you. You don’t even bother with a bra anymore,” he acknowledged, looking down at your cleavage. “Do you know, I almost lost it the first time you walked in wearing this?” he huffed with a sultry smirk.

The blush that bloomed and spread from your face to your chest was enough for him to know that you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Mmmm, of course you knew. Because you went and bought more, didn’t you?” he teased, bending forward and rubbing his snout against your nose, teasing your lips with little brushes from his.

“I wanted your attention,” you whispered, leaning in and chasing his lips, trying to get him to kiss you.

“All you have to do is ask,” he whispered, placing a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, his hands finally reaching their destination under your skirt.

Swallowing hard as he pulled back to look at you, he quirked one eyebrow ridge upward as he waited for you to ask.

He was so smug sometimes.

Unable to look him in the face, you shifted your gaze straight forward to his plastron, instead. Heat crept up from your chest, a bit bashful at what you were about to confess, “I need your affection,” you whispered.

His head bent down to meet your now downward stare. He bumped the side of your face with his and nuzzled you a bit as you felt his lips searching for yours. The moment you tilted your face towards him, his mouth was on yours, firm and full of passion.

Both of his hands abandoned the sides of your panties, and his arms came up to wrap themselves around your torso. His hug was all-encompassing, holding you tight as if you might vanish into thin air. A deep, caring warmth emanated from his embrace as he began to churr, sending ripples of happiness straight through your heart, while leaving your head swimming with a desire for more of his affection.

His mouth moved across yours, in a sensual dance, his tongue slipping past your slightly parted lips. You gasped as your breath caught when he added some light suction to the kiss. Your hands, with a mind of their own, wandered lower to his belt buckle.

He broke the kiss for less than a moment, and you were already grasping at anything you could to pull him back down to you, hungry and desperate for more.

"Not here," he smiled with a sexy giggle, "I want to make sure you're on a soft surface before I have you squirming and gasping as I appreciate your existence, Sunshine."

Your core throbbed at his words as he lifted you off the table and carried you bridal style to his bedroom, which sat at the edge of the lab, just past his office.

His room was bathed in a purple glow, the lights popping on automatically when he walked you through his bedroom door. Once he’d set you on his bed, he reached back up your skirt and removed the lacy, black panties you decided to wear that day. Tossing them on the floor, he quickly removed his boots, followed by the rest of his attire.

In an attempt to remove what was left of your own outfit, he stopped you, "Please," he husked, "that outfit has been the bane of my existence, haunting every one of my fantasies - asleep and awake - for the last three and a half weeks. Please, please, please," he begged, "let me enjoy the slow, satisfying removal as I worship every inch of you," he finished, with a small quirk of an eyebrow ridge, climbing onto the bed, and pulling your sex to meet his mouth.

"Donnie!" you gasped as his tongue gently glided over your folds once, before expertly finding its way to your engorged jewel. His warm, silky tongue laved over the bud, shuffling between whirling, tickling, and flicking. He produced a low hum, making it sound as if you were the most exquisite meal he’d ever had. Some occasional suction had you pressing yourself closer to him as he demanded your body to give him more of your essence.

A whimper left your lips when he pulled his sinful mouth away from your needy body, only to have him pull your petals back, exposing your pearl completely. Kissing then wrapping his lips around her, he alternated between gentle suction and tiny licks with just the tip of his flattened tongue. His hands relocated and now held your hips tight to the bed, so you were unable to move even a millimeter. He had complete control over your pleasure, and he knew it.

He looked up at you between your legs, mouth still at work, watching you with those big honey-colored eyes as you couldn’t help but pant and moan his name, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beneath you as you tried to keep your sanity. Seeing the tightening of your lower abdomen, he stopped right before you peaked.

You gulped air into your lungs at the sudden reprieve, as if you’d just been held underwater for the last fifteen minutes. Donnie pushed himself to a standing position, his impressive erection bobbing as he got up, beading at the tip. He licked his lips, looking down at you before wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

He grabbed the waist of your skirt, taking his time as he pulled it down over your hips and past your knees. His eyes glazed over as he watched your body's lower half become more exposed. Once the skirt had been tossed to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, he crawled back onto the bed, straddled your lap, and pulled you to a sitting position. Sitting back on his haunches, his hands found the bottom hem of your tank top. He peeled it off slowly, dragging his nails softly along your sides the whole way up, his eyes drinking in the sight of your breasts as they slid out of the built-in bra and bounced, grateful to be free.

He’d barely gotten rid of your top before his lips were on yours again. Lying you back down on the bed, he left a path of open-mouthed kisses from your lips, to your jaw, and down your neck.

A throaty, satisfied moan left him as he drew one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, and sucking ever so gently. Reflexively, your hands moved affectionately over his shoulders and biceps, appreciating his beautiful physique.

“Donnie,” you gasped when he nibbled one bud, while pinching the other, causing your stomach muscles to tighten, and your thighs to clench. A wet warmth trickled between your legs and onto his bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, getting up for a moment and tugging you up with him. Pulling you over him, so you were straddling his lap, he moved his legs apart to bring your hovering sex closer to his. His finger slid between your petals, swirling your slick in circles, teasing as he spread the dampness of your core, before lining himself up against your entrance.

Locking eyes with you, he whispered, “I’m gonna make sure that I give you the best damn orgasm of your life, so you’ll never want anyone except for me, ever again.”

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