#yes that is a jump rope! :) ya know!

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WEB OF FATE.

Sorry I've been gone Ive been busy drawing..... other things LMAO have an Omori <3

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day 1: camping and candle

“Ugh. Why are we doing this again?” Danny complained as he watched his dad pull supplies out of the GAV.

“Well, your dad and I agreed that everyone has been a little too stressed. What with the ghosts destroying part of the school and your father and I's recent slump.” Maddie absently replied as she began clearing a spot for the fire pit.

“Besides Danno. This gives us the perfect opportunity to try out the new and improved Fenton Anti-ghost Tent.” Jack shouted as he put a glowing box on the ground and pressed a button on the side that caused it to fold out into what could only be described as a family-size carnival tent.

“Hay Jazz?”

“Ya Danny?”

“Please tell me you packed the actual tent.”

“Yes. I even managed to buy a box of MREs in case Mom and Dad brought contaminated food again.”

“A week of MREs. Yay. Well, we might as well get our side of camp set up 'cause I am not sleeping in that.”

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“Come hi everyone this is going to be fun. Think about it! Tents, roasted marshmallows, campfire stories. This will be awesome.” Dick said as he jumped out of the van and started unloading camping supplies.

“This is a survival training exercise, Richard. Not a family bonding trip.” Damian said as he looked at the single-family size tent that Dick had packed.

“For once I agree with Damien. This is not what I would consider “fun” or “awesome”.” Tim said as he set up his laptop to finish his report for the next WE project that is due next week.

“I just want to know how the hell I got roped into this.” Jason grumbled as he started picking up stones for a campfire ring.

“Come on guys. This is as close to family vacation as we have been able to get in, like, ever. Let's make the most of it and have some fun.” Dick pleaded with them. “You agree with me, right Duke?”

“I mean. Except for you and Damien, we're all city kids. But I guess it could be fun.” Duke hurriedly added on as he saw Dick start to pout. “Yeah, yeah. Well, I ain't setting this up myself. Duke help me with these rocks. Tim helped Dick set up the stupid tent. And Damien you got the most experience in survival training. I need you to go through and scout the area and pick up wood for this fire.” Jason said while ignoring Dick's happy dance at his family getting along and helping each other.

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“Come on Danno! How can you protect yourself from ghosts if you don't put on the Anti-ecto Spray?” Jack asked as he followed Danny as he gathered wood for the fire.

“We're in the middle of the forest, Dad. All we have to worry about out here is bugs and bears. And we have a spray for both already.” Danny argued.

“He's right Dad. Besides you have that Ecto Shield that will be covering the camp once everything is set up for the night.” Jazz said, watching as her dad pouted and walked over to their mom.

“Madds? You'll put on the Anti-ecto Spray won't you?”

“I'm sorry dear. But you know that stuff causes my skin to rash. I think I might be allergic to something we used in it.” Maddie said as she pulled out a dutch oven and some baking supplies. “Here honey, why don't you go and make some fudge? I know how much you like your campfire fudge.”

“Campfire fudge is pretty good. But we're going to need more firewood if we're going to bake.”

“I got it Dad.” Danny said, taking off into the woods in a desperate attempt to get away from all the anti-ghost stuff.

“That's my Danny Boy! Always eager to help out. Make sure you get some good size logs too!”

“I’ll go with him. For the buddy system.” Jazz said as she began to walk in the direction Danny had run off in.

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“Tt.”

“Don't Tt me. A dutch oven is an essential if you are going camping.” Jason said as he checked to see if the water was boiling before moving the pot back over the fire so that the water in it could stay hot.

“It is cumbersome and will weigh us down if we must move quickly through the woods.” Damian huffed.

“Well, it's a good thing we aren't going to need to move quickly through the woods. Now here's a knife and some potatoes. They've already been washed so now they just need cut up.”

“And what makes you think I will help you cook?”

“For the same reason that Tim is cutting up veggies and Duke is cutting the vegan turkey sausage. If you want to eat. You need to help.”

“Richard is not helping.”

“Richard would burn the forest down if we let him do anything more than roast marshmallows.”

“Hay! I'm not that bad.” Dick whined from where he was still struggling with the tent.

“August 26th, 2010.” Tim deadpanned as he put the veggies into the oven.

“Okay. That's not fair Tim.”

“Um. What happened in 2010?” Duke asked before they were interrupted my a loud explosion to the east of them.

“Put a pin in that Glowstick. I think we should check that out.” Jason said as he put the lid on the pot and moved it away from the fire before Tim quickly grabbed the bucket of dirt they had and smothered the fire with it before taking off towards the sound.

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“What the hell was that!” Danny yelled as he dropped the sticks he was carrying and ran back towards camp.

“I don’t know! Just run!” Jazz shouted back as she pulled out her collapsible creep stick and tossed Danny the laser lipstick.

By the time they broke through the brush, they saw the camp in chaos. The new tent was trying/failing to eat Jack and Maddie was fighting the ecto lights.

“I kinda want to let them suffer.” Danny said as he deactivated the lipstick. Only to sigh as a group of four men ran into the clearing and began to try and help.

“I don’t think that’s an option anymore.” Jazz commented as she watched the human tank shoulder-check their dad to get him out of the way while a tall slender man expertly climbed the poles of the tent to get to the power switch that was at the top of the tent for some reason.

“I don’t know Jazz. They seem like they're doing a good job.” Danny replied as the shortest and skinnyest of the group tried to help Maddy with the lights.

“I’ll get the lights. You get the tent.” Jazz sighed before taking off and using the creep stick to tangle the lights and yank them out of the portable ecto-battery that their parents brought with them. Danny in the meantime ran to the GAV and climbed on top to give him a clear shot at the off button seeing as the tent was moving too much to climb. One clean shot and the tent folded in on itself, back into the box it was that morning.

“Danno! Jazzypants! Good job!” Jack shouted as he scooped both kids into a hug.

“And thank you to you four as well. It’s clear you have had training but you should really leave the ecto fighting to the professionals.” Maddy addressed the young men who had come over to make sure everyone was okay.

“Ecto fighting? Lady I don’t know” The tank asked as he crossed his arms.

“What my brother means to say!” The one who tried to climb the tent interrupted. “Is that we’re from Gotham so are kinda used to having to fight. I’m Dick by the way. This is my brother Jason. Tim is the one who is currently investigating the tent box? And Duke is standing next to him. And last but not least this is Damian!”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all! I’m Jack! That’s my lovely wife Maddie, and these are our kids! Jazz and Danny!”

“You were quite adept with your baseball bat. Have you ever thought about training with a bo staff?” Damian asked Jazz.

“It’s actually what I was originally trained in when Mom was training me how to fight.” Jazz said while straightening her hair once Jack put her and Danny down.

���If you want honeybun I can make you a new bo staff when we get home. It would offer more maneuverability during a ghost fight.”

“Ghost fight?” Tim asked as he and Duke walked over to the little family.

“Ya! Me and Madds here are ectobiologists!” Jack excitedly said before Jazz took the wind out of his sail.

“It doesn’t really matter what we are right now. The FAT completely wrecked the camp. The GAV and the MREs are okay but we’ll probably have to move camp or go home.”

“I saw an old cabin to the west of us with some candles and stuff not far from here when I got the first batch of firewood. We could stay there and leave some of our supplies in exchange for anything we use.” Danny chipped in.

“Hay! I think we passed that on the way here! Maybe we can all camp together! Safety in numbers you know?” Dick suggested as he bounced on his toes.

“That’s a great idea! How about you boys gather your camp and meet us there!” Jack cheered before he ran off to pack the GAV back up.

“Danny dear. Can you go with them and mark a trail to the cabin for us? Here’s some orange ribbon to tie to the trees.” Maddy said before ushering Jazz off so that Danny could “hang out with boys his age.”

“So,” Danny said as he started down the trail. “Gotham huh?”

“Yup. Where are you from?” Dick asked.

“Amity Park.”

“The most haunted place in the world?” Tim asked as he pulled out his phone and began typing.

“Sounds interesting.” Duke said only for Danny to through his head back and groan loudly causing the siblings to look at each other.

“Yes, it's haunted. No, I would not recommend going. The government already has it’s nose in it. And even though my parents didn’t recognize a group of Wayens doesn’t mean I didn’t. We do not need that kind of publicity.”

“Fair enough.” Jason shrugged while leaning over to look at Tim’s phone.

“Let’s just get this done.” Danny grumbled trying to walk ahead of the group.

“We’re totally going to investigate this aren’t we.” Duke whispered when Danny was far enough ahead.

“Tt. Obviously Thomas.”

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An hour late but I think I did it. Hope everyone enjoyed it!

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Chapter 17 - I Ain't Worried

The ending of this chapter was my absolute favorite to write! Me and my Americaness is shining bright in this chapter! I live in Florida for half the year for uni - so I love the state. Logan also needs lots of love and a forehead kiss :D

I'm so sorry for the last chapter, but wait to send me the therapy bills cause the next chapter is gonna be a doozy (I apologize in advance)

Like always comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and comments are always welcome! Much love

GO AMERICA RAAAWWWWWWW

TAG LIST IS CLOSED

“MAAXXX!” 

Max jumped at the sheer volume of your voice. Last he knew, you were all the way at the Williams garage. It wouldn’t be possible for you to possibly be able to scream that far. Yet, you were known to surprise him. 

What he didn’t expect was for you to be dragging one Logan Sargeant by the hand. The latter looked almost…scared? The Dutchman quickly put his data pad down and turned to your direction. By now, you had dropped the American’s hand and was pushing him closer. 

“Just tell him,” you told the blond, who was currently digging his feet in the concrete. Logan only rolled his eyes as Max lifted an eyebrow. He looked between the younger two, waiting for someone to spill the beans. 

You huffed, since Logan was taking too long. 

“Logan here wanted to see if you’d want to join us at the beach after the race today to celebrate points last race. Since there’s really no good beaches in China. ”

A squawk came from the American. “I didn’t want to ask, you did.” 

Now, that could have hurt Max’s feelings, but he really didn’t know the American well enough to be offended. 

The senior Red Bull racer shifted his stance. “Sure. I mean, who’s coming?” 

Finally, Logan spoke up. “Well, right now it’s just us because someone,” he gave you a look, “jumped the gun on the invite. I was going to send a text out.” He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground. 

Max thought for a moment. All you had to say about the American was nothing short than amazing. And for just a second, Max felt pretty bad as he looked at the two of you, who were waiting for an answer. 

He raised his eyebrows. “Sounds like fun!” 

With the way Logan’s head whipped up and the hope in your eyes, Max knew he made the right choice. 

“Perfect,” the William’s driver whispered, not in full belief that THEE Max Verstappen was going to go to the beach with them. 

You playfully punched his arm. “I told you!” you all but whispered as Logan smiled down at you. 

The three of you kind of stood in awkward silence, until you grabbed Logan’s hand once again. “Come on, we got to go find your other half!” 

Logan didn’t get a say in anything else as you dragged him in the other direction, back to the McLaren garage. 

A laugh from behind Max startled him a bit. He looked over his shoulder to find you manager looking fondly at your disappearing figure. Another eyebrow raise silently questioned the man. 

Vito caught his eye and gestured to you. “It’s great to see her making friends. Well, more than just Arthur and Ollie.” 

Max just hummed as he put a hand across his forehead to be able to see through the bright Miami sun. Yes, it was hot and the beach was the last place that he wanted to be after a sweaty race. But, you and Logan seemed so hopeful. He could see Kelly now approving of how he was letting loose a bit. It had been too long since he allowed himself to have fun. 

A ding of his phone had him looking for the rectangular device. He let out a dry laugh as he saw a text from Charles. 

Emotional Support Rival  

I hear the kids have roped you in as well to go to the beach after this? 

Mad Max 

Yep  Couldn’t say no to the puppy eyes  And it’ll be fun to let loose, ya know?  Also, who else is coming 

Emotional Support Rival 

Yeah  And the American kid too  He’s strangely growing on me  Uh, it’s Lando, Oscar, Alex, George, me, Logan, and then the kid 

Mad Max 

Ah, cool  And same  Well, good luck today 

Emotional Support Rival 

Yeah, yeah, yeah  I’ll try to stay out of the gravel  :D 

The emoji made Max shudder as he stared at the little smiley face that you had roped Charles into using more often. He could take it from you, but not from anyone else. 

You suddenly made your way back into the garage, a bit out a breath. 

“You done running everywhere?” Vito questioned, handing you a bottle of water. 

“Yep! Beach trip is a go!” You fist pumped. “I’m so glad I brought my swimsuit.” 

You started to ramble about everything you wanted to do at the beach. A few key words such as “recreation of the beach scene from Top Gun” and how “oddly strange it was that Logan reminded you of Ryan Gosling in the Barbie movie.” Everything just made Max chuckle to himself. 

He was a bit nervous that he wasn’t starting pole today. Charles had just nabbed it out of his grasp. You had surprisingly gotten back up the grid after what happened at Suzuka and then a placing of P7 at Shanghai, your lowest finish yet. 

Shanghai Results 

Max Verstappen – 25 points 

Charles Leclerc – 18 points 

Lewis Hamilton – 15 points 

George Russell – 12 points 

Lando Norris – 11 points 

Oscar Piastri – 8 points 

Y/n L/n – 6 points 

Alex Albon – 4 points 

Logan Sargeant – 2 points 

Carlos Sainz – 1 point 

Fernando Alonso – 0 points 

Daniel Ricciardo – 0 points

Lance Stroll – 0 points

Yuki Tsunoda – 0 points

Pierre Gasly – 0 points

Nico Hulkenberg – 0 points

Zhou Guanyu – 0 points

Esteban Ocon – 0 points

Valtteri Bottas – 0 points

Kevin Magnussen – 0 points

But now you were starting back at the top with him and Charles. 

Starting Grid 

Max Verstappen 

Charles Leclerc 

Y/n L/n 

Oscar Piastri 

Lando Norris 

Logan Sargeant 

Alex Albon 

George Russell 

Carlos Sainz 

Fernando Alonso 

Lewis Hamilton 

Lance Stroll 

Daniel Ricciardo 

Yuki Tsunoda 

Valtteri Bottas 

Pierre Gasly 

Esteban Ocon 

Zhou Guanyu 

Kevin Magnussen 

Nico Hulkenberg 

“Our starting grid looks promising today at the 2024 Miami Grand Prix. Now, the Williams seem strong today as Logan Sargeant qualified his highest position yet. He seems like a man on a mission for a podium. We’re glad to see that Y/n L/n is back up top following her crash back at Suzuka and then a low finish at Shanghai.” 

The camera focused on you in your car, waiting for everyone to flee the scene. You caught the lens and gave a small peace sign, before suddenly becoming embarrassed as you put your visor down. It was finally time for the race as everyone got off the starting line. 

Sure, you could have been even more nervous after your crash, but you had just shrugged everything off and got back to it. 

“We see the drivers in the formation lap now. There goes our race leader Max Verstappen followed by Charles Leclerc. Now the drivers we are going to be focused on today are the Williams drivers, Logan and Alex. We want to see if Sargeant can keep his cool in the hot seat, both figuratively and literally as the temperatures are high today.

“All the drivers are back in their spots and now they patiently wait for those five red lights…

And it’s lights out and away we go at the 2024 Miami Grand Prix. There goes Max Verstappen, already pulling away from the very beginning. Down they go toward the first corner and CHARLES LECERLC GOES OFF THE TRACK! But it seems like he is back on and I’m getting radio of no damage so he’s still in, but what a start. 

“Y/n L/n is up to second with Oscar Piastri now in third with Logan Sargeant who has gained a position. Lando Norris is behind him with the other Williams car making him a Williams sandwich.” 

“Alright Mitch. Can we try to convert this into a win maybe?” You pressed the radio on as you had been called into the pits right behind Max. 

“Ah, that’s a negative kid. Max has been given the priority for this race.” 

“Boooooo. Max is a certified rookie-hater.” 

“Seems like Y/n L/n is not happy with that team call.” David Croft chuckles after listening in on your radio. 

“Who is currently behind me?” You asked as the last lap was nearing. 

Mitch responded. “Piastri is behind, but Sargeant is in DRS to him.” 

When she said that, your heart did a little jump. Secretly, you were hoping that Logan would get the jump on Oscar. (But no one had to know that.) 

With two more laps left, you needed to check in one again as you could see a vehicle catching up. 

“Mitch, status for the car behind me please.” 

“It’s, uh…Is this correct?” You heard her whisper to someone else. 

“Uh Mitch? Priorities please!” Your car jerked around the corner that sent you into the last lap. 

“Sargeant is 2.385 seconds behind you and not gaining. So just get across the finish line.” 

“LOGAN?!” 

“Yes. Logan.” 

You didn’t even realize that you had crossed the finish line. 

“AND WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? LOGAN SARGEANT CROSSES THE LINE IN A PERSONAL BEST OF A THIRD POSITION! A WILLIAMS IN ON THE PODIUM AND HIS TEAMMATE COMES AFTER HIM TO MAKE IS A 3-4 FOR THE WILLIAMS TEAM!” 

Max crawled out of his car and raised his hands once he was out on the concrete. He turned and expected you to immediately run toward him like the last 1-2, but you never showed up. All he could see was you hunched over…a Williams?

When did that get there? 

“LOGAANNNN!” you yelled down into the cockpit as you were practically in there with the American. 

He batted you away so that he could get out with you. And once he was out, he was glad that he was ready for you as you jumped into his arms. Your helmets clashed as the two of you came together, but you could deal with a concussion later. He gently placed you back on the ground, but was again bulldozed over by his teammate. 

It was at that moment you noticed a Dutch driver standing by himself, a bit dejected. You quickly jogged over and jumped on his back. 

“Maaaaxxxxx, another podium baby!” 

The Dutchman was glad that he had his hands on your legs as you leaned back and almost fell over. 

“Kid are you trying to kill me?” 

“Yes, you rookie-hater. Are you ever going to let me win?” you whined as he let you back down gently so that the two of you could get weighed. 

“There will come a time kid. You have to be patient.” 

Once your helmet was off, he could see your pouted lips. “I don’t want to be patient.” 

Sadly, Arthur was off getting trained for endurance racing and wouldn’t be back to a race until Monaco for Charles’s home race. So, your favorite interviewer was not there after the cooldown room. 

Yet, it was enjoyable due to the blond in the room. The three of you watched the TV and winced as you saw Charles go off the track. 

“Sheesh,” you grimaced. 

Max sighed, “And he said he’d try to stay out of the gravel.” He looked over at Logan. “Nice job on the overtake with Piastri.” 

Logan kind of just stared at him for a moment before coming back to reality. “Thank you. He went a bit wide, and I tried to keep my elbows out." 

You punched him in the side and he let out an oof. “Keep your elbows out my ass. You drove phenomenally.” 

The podium celebration was amazing, but you were looking forward to one thing and one thing only. 

“Alexa, play I Ain’t Worried by One Republic.” 

Sand kicked at your feet as you ran behind Logan as he threw the egg-shaped ball at Oscar. The Aussie may have fumbled a bit, but he was able to run down the long stretch toward the opposite’s goal. 

“Max!” he yelled and threw the ball to the unexpected Dutchman. The ball hit Max’s head and tumbled to the sand. You threw your hands up in frustration. 

“Max!” you groaned. The remaining boys of Lando, Alex, George, and Charles all laughed at your frustration.  

“What! This is not football!” He pointed to the American football in the sand. Charles leaned down to pick it up. Surprisingly, he twirled it well in the air. 

“Technically, it’s American football!” Logan yelled from the other side, where you were standing with your hands on your hips. 

George took the ball from Charles and chucked it to Lando. The Brit should have been looking the other direction, because to him you came out of nowhere and bulldozed him over. 

Logan put his arms up, pretending to be a field goal. “And tackle!” 

The curly-hair boy pretended to spit out sand as you stood, football in hand. 

He looked up at you in amazement. “Where did you learn to tackle like that?” 

You spiraled the ball perfectly back to Logan. “Live in Texas for 5 years. If there’s nothing bigger there than sweet tea and Bucees, it’s football.” 

This time, Oscar was able to get the ball and run all the way to your “end goal.” 

“Touchdown!”

“This was so not Top Gun,” George sighed as he kicked sand. “The shirtless ones always win.” 

“Uh George?” Logan asked, making the taller Brit look up at the other shirtless drivers. You were technically shirtless as you only had your bikini on. 

A bigger sigh left George’s lips. 

“So can we all agree that I’d be Maverik?” 

“Logan, if anyone was Maverik, it’d be me. Y’a know, main character vibes. You can be Rooster.”

“Doesn’t he die?” 

“No silly, that’s Goose in the first one.” 

“Who would I be?” 

“Bob. Oscar, you’d be Bob.” 

Race Results 

Max Verstappen – 25 points 

Y/n L/n – 18 points 

Logan Sargeant – 15 points 

Alex Albon – 12 points 

Charles Leclerc – 11 points 

Lando Norris – 8 points 

Oscar Piastri – 6 points 

Carlos Sainz – 4 points 

Lewis Hamilton – 2 points 

George Russell – 1 point 

Fernando Alonso 

Daniel Ricciardo 

Yuki Tsunoda 

Lance Stroll 

Pierre Gasly 

Zhou Guanyu 

Esteban Ocon 

Valtteri Bottas 

Kevin Magnussen 

Nico Hulkenberg 

Championship Standings 

Max Verstappen – 150 points 

Charles Leclerc – 95 points 

Y/n L/n – 65 points 

Lando Norris – 61 points 

Lewis Hamilton – 49 points 

Oscar Piastri – 45 points 

Carlos Sainz – 33 points 

George Russell – 31 points 

Fernando Alonso – 23 points 

Daniel Ricciardo – 21 points  

Alex Albon – 20 points 

Logan Sargeant – 17 points 

Lance Stroll 

Pierre Gasly 

Yuki Tsunoda 

Zhou Guanyu 

Kevin Magnussen 

Nico Hulkenberg 

Valtteri Bottas 

Esteban Ocon 

Constructors Standings 

Red Bull – 215 points 

Ferrari – 128 points 

McLaren – 106 points 

Mercedes – 80 points 

Williams – 37 points 

Aston Martin - 23 point

Racing Bulls – 21 points 

Alpha Romeo 

Haas

Alpine 

y/n.89 has posted

y/n.89 highway to the DANGA ZONE - podium (with my favorite American and teammate) and some well deserved beach time after

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maxverstappen1 uh I was on the podium too??

y/n.89 we're all tired of you being on the top step charles_leclerc yes, let's have the poor people have a chance landonorris POOR PEOPLE?? YOU MAKE MORE THAN I DO oscarpiastri you're getting paid??

logan2sarg AMERICAN ON THE PODIUM - ONE STEP CLOSER TO FREEDOM RAAAWWRRRR

sargeant_log this post has signaled the Americans

arthurxy/n ARTHUR BACK IN THE LIKES

maxverstappen1 I'm your only teammate??

logansargeant and I'm the only American driver?? y/n.89 oh be quiet

emotional_support_rivals I was thankfully at the beach, and let me tell you - an exact replica of the top gun beach scene

lestappenlove lemme guess...Logan is Maverick? y/n.89 NO HE'S ROOSTER

y/n.nation our girl looking prettyyyy - mystery boy must be keeping her happy

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maxverstappen1 the progression of the day : sun time, burnt time, shade time

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max_fan lobster max is back

kellypiquet did you remember sunscreen?

maxverstappen1 yes y/n.89 no he didn't

lestappenlove max in a bucket hat is something I didn't know I needed

redbullracing should we add umbrellas to the car?

f1_group I wonder who won the football game

y/n.89 Logan, max, oscar, and I won - while Lando, Alex, George and Charles LOST alex_albon it's because somehow you are freakishly good at the sport, Logan grew up playing it, Oscar grew up with Logan and Max just wins everything charles_leclerc Max is a certified everyone-hater

formula1_power this beach trip is my Roman Empire

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logansargeant my job is beach

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L_sarg YEAAAHHHHH PODIUM ON HOME SOIL

l2_fan WTF IS A KILOMETEERRRRRRRRR

y/n.89 your fans scare me just a bit

logansargeant they don't bite y/n.89 YES THEY DO

williamsracing FREEDOOOMMMMM (did we do that correctly?)

formula1_fan Logan on the podium has boosted my morale for living

cota_official can't wait to see you again in October! (maybe top step this time?)

author guuyyyyssssss cota_official sorry... usa4logan HELLO??

oscarpiastri happy for you mate

barbie and what a great job you do at beach Logan

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charles_leclerc beach, please

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sharl16 its the return of the blue filter

cha_cha_red the caption is giving "72 best beach instagram captions to share your vacation fun"

y/n.89 do you have his search history or something? charles_leclerc quiet or I'd have to drop something ferrarifan what do you know

ferrari_failure glad he's having some fun

red_flag the groups' captions hit hard - I'm dying

maxverstappen1 why don't you just say the word??

landonorris cause he's under contract charles_leclerc legally I can't say can't say anything, read my lips y/n.89 why is he crying, and what does that have to do with "pitch perfect" ??

scuderiaferrari remember to use sunscreen!

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alex_albon freedom or whatever

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alobono love the matching Williams tank-tops with Logan

y/n.89 sun or whatever

logansargeant sand or whatever oscarpiastri beach or whatever landonorris the sea or whatever

aa_on_top why he walking like that?

y/n.89 chafing alex_albon SHUT UP georgerussell63 penguin

williamsracing you look great Alex

y/n.89 not williams flirty on the main @.lilymhe they're trying to take your boyfriend lilymhe they can have him :) alex_albon LILY??

fan_of_f1 probably the only one who doesn't need sunscreen

albon_alex23 not Alex getting bullied on HIS post

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landonorris my toes got wet

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lnfournation big stretch

la_la_lando is he napping??

y/n.89 it was all too much for little Lando Norris maxverstappen1 couldn't handle losing at football landonorris I was JUST resting my eyes charles_leclerc suurreeee

ln_4 suns out, tits out too I guess

last_lap_lando are those....weights??

y/n.89 he said it was for the "pump"? idk if he found it tho y/n_nation she is really coming for them all today

mclaren watch out for sharks!

lando_norizz oh to just lie down on the sand and play with my best buds

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oscarpiastri I'm bob

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top_gun_enthusiast f1 & top gun crossover when??

y/n.89 Logan would go nuts - he has a crush on tom cruise logansargeant Y/NNNNNNN oscarpiastri it's true

oscah81 an aussie in his natural habitat

osc_pastry florida?? oscah81 the water??

hoe4oscarpiastri bless George and his shirtless pictures influences

danielricciardo can't believe you didn't invite me????

y/n.89 there was only room for one aussie plus we've already been to the beach together?? carossainz55 it's ok, they forgot me too Daniel landonorris guys be quiet, you're making y/n cry cause now she feels bad charles_leclerc she already cried because she saw a lonely crab DO NOT make it worse

mclaren ice bath thirst traps coming next?

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georgerussell63 gave out a master class on shirtless posts today

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russellgeorge the king of shirtless pictures has arrived

king_george63 when did George get a jeep?

y/n.89 he didn't, he asked these random guys if he could take a quick picture and ended up breaking the wipers logansargeant it's true, I was there georgerussell62 y/n you do not need to tell all my secrets. do I need to call toto? y/n.89 you don't scare me cause he liked me more than you mercedesamgf1 play nice George - toto

he-just-tUrned-in0-me the second picture is everthing

y/n.89 he ate the sand right after georgerussell63 Y/N!!!! alex_albon you new here? just ignore it

george_at_merc this just ties all of their posts together

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williamsracing podium, points, and some all American football

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logan4freedom GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS

williamspookies GOD BLESS AMERICA y/n.89 AND GENTLEMEN logansargeant START. YOUR. ENGIIINNNEESSSSS alex_albon I am only slightly concerned

f1mia glad to have you all here! until next year RAWWRRRR

charles_leclerc can you please take out the gravel pleaasseeee

b0x_b0x_nightmare this year's podium was so wholesome

best_rookie I knooowww, max with Logan and y/n was a trio I didn't know I needed

tomcruise great job @.logansargeant, glad I got to watch

logansargeant OH MY GOSHHHHHH y/n.89 he just died but can you give miles teller my number please? maxverstappen1 y/n no, you have a boyfriend???? y/n.89 he's the one who told me to ask??????????

box_box_official this weekend will always be on repeat

williams_fan this whole weekend was so wholesome, can't wait for more

author oh, uhhhhh readers what did you do? author get your therapy bills ready?

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[achromatophoric]

Some of the gang is just chilling in an empty classroom when Wednesday suddenly storms in.

Wednesday: Am I too late to join?

Yoko: *looks up* Huh? Nah, you can just jump in.

Wednesday: You’re not— this is just Uno. You are all playing Uno.

Divina: 😒

Wednesday: *shoulders subtly sag*

Ajax: Yeah dude, it’s what we always do.

Wednesday: *brow wrinkles* I may have misinterpreted Enid’s words.

Yoko: Yeah? I texted her that we were all just hanging.

Wednesday: Yes, you did.

Eugene: Hey Wednesday, what’s with the rope?

Wednesday: I— it’s for an investigation.

Eugene: 🤨

Ajax: So ya gonna join? I can move over.

Wednesday: No. I have more important matters to attend to. Carry on. *storms out*

Yoko: Weird. If that wasn’t Addams, I would’ve said she sounded kinda disappointed.

Ajax: Yeah. Sad, even.

Divina: *sets down a card* Uno.

Everyone groans except for Eugene, who is staring after Wednesday.

Eugene: 🤔

— The next day. Wednesday returns to her dorm room after the end of classes to find a surprise awaiting her. —

Wednesday: Pugsley. What are you doing here?

Pugsley: Hey Sis! I really missed you, so I got Lurch to drop me off.

Wednesday: How very soft of you.

Pugsley: Yeah, well, I was thinking it’s been a long time since my big sis and I got to enjoy a good hanging.

Wednesday: A good hanging, you say?

Pugsley: Yup! I even brought my own noose!

Wednesday:

Wednesday: *clears throat* Yes. Well. I suppose I can suffer some quality time with my little brother.

Pugsley: YES! So I was thinking, these rafters look sturdy, and Enid isn’t here, soooo…

Wednesday: You wish to give her a scare?

Pugsley: Puh-leaaaase?

Wednesday: Fine, but no voiding yourself. I know it’s inaccurate, but that is a level of cross I would prefer to avoid from my wolf.

Pugsley: Got it! Oh, and Wednesday?

Wednesday: Hm?

Pugsley: I love you.

Wednesday:

Wednesday: I detest you too, Brother.

[wonwussy]

Impatience Never Pays

pairing; mingyu x female reader

genre; SMUT SMUT SMUT

notes/warnings; MINORS DO NOT ENTER DO NOT PASS GO DO NOT COLLECT 200 GET THE FUCK OUT thank you; masturbation (f), restraints, whiny pathetic gyu, sub!gyu, domme!reader, pet names (pup/puppy), ma'am is used, does this count as cuckholding?, does it even count as exhibitionism or voyeurism?, i dunno i guess that's it

word count; 1.3k approx.

when inspiration hits outta nowhere, ya gotta take what you can and run with it. i wrote this in less time than it took for the entirety of the evita movie soundtrack to play. Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for reading it over for me! I like your brain. And you.

He had been impatient. Nearly begging all day for you, for your touch. You told him he had to wait. You were working, and that required your attention. Even warned him that if he didn’t, he’d be punished. Instead of listening, he sent you pictures. Showing you himself in various stages of undress, how hard you had made him at the mere thought of you, his fangs showing as smirked at you from his reflection. He knew what he was doing.

And now, as Mingyu sits up against the headboard, he knows he has to be punished for his actions. He watches you, nearly shaking with anticipation, as you cross over to the head of the bed. While the only thing he wears is his soft blue leather collar, you’re still fully dressed. His tongue swipes across his lips as you take his wrist, and hold it against the corner of the headboard, his eyes trained on your every move.

You don’t say anything as you tie his wrist to the corner, smirking crookedly as he tugs at the black silken rope. You round the bed to the other side, and repeat the action, before moving to stand at the foot of the bed. “Mingyu, what did I ask you to do today?” you ask finally, your fingers moving to the button on your pants.

His eyes are fixed on your hands, causing you to still them as you wait for his answer. He pulls in a slow breath and raises his gaze to your face, his cock twitching slightly against his thigh. “To be patient,” he replies quietly, fighting to keep his eyes from going back to your hands as they work your slacks down your legs.

You sigh as you kick your pants aside, tipping your head to the side. “All you had to do. Instead, you couldn’t wait.” You pause as you pull your shirt over your head and let it drop to the floor from your fingers. “Did you play with yourself too, little pup?” you ask him, almost mockingly as your bottom lip sticks out.

Mingyu’s bottom lip gets caught between his teeth, thinking for a split second to lie to you. Though, he knows you’ll know if he does, so he nods a little. “Yes. I couldn’t help it. I was so hard, and wanting you so badly. I just needed relief. I couldn’t wait for you to get home,” he confesses, and you can hear the slight whine in his voice.

You tsk as you unhook your bra and drop it, this time his eyes going straight to your chest as he admires you. You smile as you notice him doing so, reaching up to cup your breasts. “Poor puppy. Couldn’t keep his hands to himself, or from sending me such lewd pictures. Trying to tease me and work me up.” You pinch your nipples, before you smooth your hands over your stomach and to the waistband of your panties. “It worked, you know. My panties were soaked most of the afternoon,” you tell him as your panties slide down your legs.

He watches as you step out from them and climb onto the end of the bed, kneeling as you face him on the mattress. He tries not to look too pleased at your words, though you can see the pride there. His wrists pull gently at the ties, adjusting himself as his cock grows harder at the sight of you. “Baby, you had me worked up all day,” he replies.

You raise your eyebrows at him as you spread your knees a little, sitting back on your heels. “Baby? Now, little pup, that’s not how we address me, is it?”

His heart jumps, and he shakes his head. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

You nod at him and smile. “That’s my puppy. Good boy,” you praise. You fall silent as you let your hands wander over your body, your eyes fixed on him watching you. Your mouth falls open slightly as your fingers find your clit, letting your fingertips brush it lightly.

Mingyu swallows as his eyes are trained on your hands, a quiet whimper escaping his lips. “Please, ma’am. Let me touch you,” he pleads, his hands squeezing into fists as he resists pulling the ties again.

You shake your head as one hand finds your breasts again, the other teasing your entrance. “No, little pup. Because you had some fun already, it’s my turn. You have to sit and watch me.” You breathe out a soft sigh as one of your fingers enters you. “It’s too bad. I really would have liked your fingers in me more.”

He groans loudly, his cock fully hard against him, and shifts again as he strains his wrists. “Oh god, ma’am. Please. Please let me help. I want to feel you,” he whines.

You don’t reply as you slip another finger inside yourself, your thumb brushing your clit lightly. Another smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as your fingers become soaked, the sound of your wetness filling the room. You can hear more whines pull from Mingyu at your actions, and it spurs you on more.

You shift a little so he can see your pussy better, watch you finger yourself closer to your orgasm. “Oh, Mingyu. I bet your cock would fill me up so much better than my fingers. Do you want to fill me up? Fuck me until you’ve got nothing left?” you ask, your fingers moving faster inside as you stroke yourself.

He nods furiously, wishing he could break the headboard to free himself. He wants to get to you, to fuck you into the mattress, fill you up like you want. “Please, baby. Please untie me so I can fuck you. I promise to be good. Let me fill you up, please. Fuck, baby. Please?” he begs as he watches you, licking his lips in hunger.

You let out a loud moan as he begs, your eyes finally closing as you can feel yourself reach your high. He whines as you pinch your nipple again, sending a shock through your body as your orgasm hits at the same time. Your moans are loud as you keep your fingers moving inside yourself, riding out the waves of your orgasm in front of him.

To him it seems like minutes as he watches you come down, your fingers finally slipping from you, pre-cum leaking from his tip against his thigh. “Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful. That was… fuck,” he mutters through a groan.

You smirk as your eyes open and find him, looking almost pathetic as he aches to touch you. You let out a breath and crawl up the bed so you’re between his legs. You reach up to tuck one finger under his collar and tug him closer to you. “Do you want a taste?” you ask, your voice quiet.

He nods excitedly, his mouth dropping open almost obediently as he waits. He loves the taste of you, so if he can’t touch you, tasting you will be good enough right now.

You smirk as you bring your cum soaked fingers up to his lips, stopping just short before you put them against his tongue. You lean forward and whisper in his ear, your lips brushing against him. “Sorry. Only good puppies get treats.” You lean back and move off the bed, sucking your own fingers as you face him. “Naughty ones have to sit and think about what they did,” you add as you step backwards towards the door. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be back when I’m finished.”

He blinks in surprise at your actions, watching in disbelief as you exit to the bathroom. It takes him a few seconds before he snaps out of it, furrowing his brow as he tugs against the ties again. “Wait, come back here!”

[imagine-silk]

Fallout characters reacting to Sole who (with the Ghoulish/Solar Powered Perks) are practically immune to all radiation, and maybe that perhaps they learn this when they step in apprehensively into the Glowing Sea with them and notice they don't need a rad suit or anything to fight those rads? (Thank you for what you do!!)

》It's such a big flex out in the wasteland. Imagine the world's biggest threat not applying to you.

【Cait】 "Ya eat lead too?"

She doesn't believe you until you're walking around the Glowing Sea unfazed. Is she jealous? Yes. Is she going to make that your problem? Not really. Other than demanding chems to get rid of the problem she keeps on going. The faster you are the faster you leave.

【Codsworth】 "Oh! That's new."

You weren't like that before. Not that he's complaining, any advantage you have is fully condoned by him. As long as you're alright he has no issue with it. Besides, he likes the fact he's also not effected by it so he can go with you in these places.

【Curie】 "Marvelous!"

She immediately starts identifying why you are like this and reinforces her body accordingly. She will do further test just to be sure she's right but other than that she won't ask much.

【Danse】 "Good thing I have power armor."

Unlike most synths, his resistance to radiation is nonexistent. He was made to blend in with the masses. But he kept his armor/ got a new armor and there's always rad-away.

【Deacon】 "I can do that too."

He can't, but he hides it very well. You won't see the symptoms of radiation poisoning so whether or not you believe him is up to you. He will complain about the green everywhere though.

【Hancock】 "How come you get to keep your smooth skin? I feel cheated."

It's all in good fun. He knows if he stays in radiation too long he'll go feral but he does like the idea he can tolerate it more than any of your human companions. Might even stick his tongue out at them as you leave with him.

【MacCready】 "You wanna share that superpower with me?"

He's annoyed to put it mildly. Why did you ask him to come out with you to the waking sea? Just wanna show off? He still needs to take rad-away and radX. Next time take someone who can go into radiation no problem. He says all that but will always follow you into the Glowing Sea.

【Nick】 "That's one less thing to worry about."

He constantly worries over your well-being. You need to do so much he doesn't; eat, sleep, and drink to name a few. He decides not to question the development because he doesn't want to jinx it, like if he found out it would be taken away.

【Piper】 "And here I thought vault dwellers would shrivel up and die at the color green."

She laughs at the idea more than she asks questions about why you're like that. She figures you just got tolerate over time on the surface. That being said, she tells Nat and immediately starts a rumor you were some sort of superhero before the bombs.

【Preston】 "I can't imagine what happened that allowed you to do that."

He's relieved, impressed, and tired all at the same time. At some point he just learned you're going to defy every rule he knows and to let it go when that happens. Would it be nice to have your plot convenience? Yes. Will he ever tell you that? No.

【X6-88】 "It is assuring you can handle this endeavor."

He was made to handle the surface, radiation has no effect on him. Not that he would like to test it or spend any unnecessary time in the Glowing Sea.

【Travis Miles】 "You kind of seem impossible. I-I mean that as a good thing."

After everything he's seen of you he can't imagine anything could kill you, radiation included. Still there is a fine line between impressing him and scaring him and you seem to use that line like a God damn jump rope.

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Don’t Piss Off An Imp From Wrath

WARNING: This is a bit suggestive towards the end… and does contain Lilith being a bit of a bitch.

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Lucifer’s POV

“I-I don’t know Charlie! If I do this, she’ll technically be your new Mom!”

Charlie smiled as she pushed the ring box into my hands and said, “Don’t worry! You love her, right?! I want you to be happy, Dad~! That’s all I want! And… she makes you happy! So, propose to her~!”

She was right! All I want is to be happy with the Imp I’m in love with! But… I’m just so fucking nervous!

“A-Alright then…! I can do this!”

Your POV

Lucifer took me to Ozzie’s and I was so happy to be with him~. He was a total gentleman and he helped me into my seat before ordering us some expensive champagne. “Are we celebrating something~?” “Oh! Yes! Of course! Ozzie, are you ready?” Then I looked at the stage and then purple smoke blasted the area.

“Lucifer! What the fuck are you doing?!”

My eyes widened when I saw Lilith and I looked over at Asmodeus, who looked nervous. “I-I’m sorry…”, he mouthed to me. Lucifer stood up and I whimpered as I knew what was going to happen. “Lilith, where have you been all these time?”, he asked. “I missed you so much, my love. But, I need a little break, that’s all…”.

“A little break, huh?! It’s been seven fucking years!!! I don’t love you anymore!!!”

I looked up and Lucifer looked back at me. “I found a woman I’m in love with and who helped me through the rough times~”. He held out his hand and I smiled at him before walking up, taking his hand. “An Imp?! Are you out of your mind?!” “You left me and Charlie, Lilith! She was there for us when you weren’t! And, I want to marry her…”, he declared, making me blush.

My tail started shaking and I looked around us.

“I didn’t want to have to do this, but you are coming with me!!! And she’s dying here!!! Understand me?!!!”

I saw an army of Sinners and Hellborn Creatures look at me, which made me growl. Lilith held Lucifer with blessed rope and I growled at her. “Oh… FUCK NO!!!”

I grabbed the knife from under my dress and started to tear up anyone who came anywhere near me. On one of them, I tore out their spine and strangled one other with it before continuing my massacre. No one was taking Lucifer from me! Not even Lilith!!! I would kill her if I had to!!! I saw red, and I couldn’t stop! No, I wasn’t going to stop!!! “What the fuck?! Catch her!!!”

I took one of their guns and shot many of them when one of them threw an axe at me. I dodged it and then jumped up before catching it, slicing one of my many enemies with it. They all might have been bigger than me, but they weren’t as bloodthirsty or angry as me!!! And I was at my wits end with this bullshit!!! I looked around me and the rest just ran away in fear of me~!!!

“Good!!! Fuck off, pussies!!!”

I walked up to Lilith and punched on more guy on my way before whipping my tail behind me with rage. “I suggest ya gimme back what’s mine, ya bitch!” Then she rolled her eyes and I picked Lucifer up, throwing him over my shoulder. For one final word, I looked at her and shouted, “By the way… THIS ASS IS MINE!!!”

Lucifer’s POV

When we got home, she dropped me and used a very strange blade to cut the blessed rope. “How on Earth did this work on ya, honey?” I looked down and said, “I’m Demon Royalty now, sweetie”. She gently placed her hand on my cheek and kissed me before stroking my hair. “I’ll be in the shower if ya need me, sweetie”.

I looked down at my hands and I just couldn’t help it. I was weak at that moment. I actually considered it. I actually considered going back to Lilith! That’s when I looked at the wedding ring. Rage filled me as I took it off and set in on fire. No!!! I would never go back!!! I was in love with her… once! But the woman who does love me now, risked her life to save mine! I love her!!!

After I took my clothes off, I got in the shower and I picked her up. “I love you! And only you!” She looked surprised for a second, but she smiled at me. “I love you too, Luci~!” Then I kissed her and I think the heat of the shower got to us both, because I didn’t feel like being a gentleman at that moment. I kissed her neck and bit into her before saying, “I’m gonna love you all night long, Duckie~”. “Oh~! Fuck yes!!!”, she shouted.

Your POV

Hours later, we were both in bed and I giggled when I turned around. My cheeks were heating up. “What~? Still feeling excited~?”, Lucifer whispered into my ear. I looked at him and saw him, still in his Demon Form. He fucked me looking like that, and I loved it. “Yes, of course~. But my body is exhausted from both… the… massacre at Ozzie’s and hours of passionate sex~…!”, I purred before getting on top of him, as my tail then wrapped around his. He smirked. “You’re beautiful~”.

Then he turned back to normal and grabbed his coat before handing me a small box. I sat up and opened it before looking at him. “Will you marry me, Duckie? And… please… say yes—!” I jumped on him and then kissed him again before saying, “Obviously, honey~!” I purred at him and he shivered under me. “It’s hard not to get on top of you again…”. I giggled and said, “Then just do it and don’t stop until dawn~”. “But… I thought you were tired”, he said. “Do I look tired~?!” He flipped me over and we continued our sexy night.

“Put it on, Duckie~”.

I put on the ring, which had a red diamond apple in the middle and he said, “As long as you wear that… you can’t die, gorgeous. You’re mine forever~”.

“Oh Luci~! You’re so fucking romantic~!”

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END

[deathbecomesthem]

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Things Left Unsaid

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The things that stay unsaid between you expand and create more space with each conversation. The sun? Yes, it is high in the sky, its rays are heating things up today. Sure, I remembered to lather the cream along my skin to keep those harsh rays from seeping too deeply inside my epidermis. Work? Oh, I made sure the families that came through that glass door (sticky fingerprints, don't forget to Windex before you leave for the day) got exactly the food they ordered, still hot enough to melt the hard butter pads at the side of their dishes. The family? Same as ever - dad in the recliner with his favorite can of piss flavored beer and mom in the kitchen in her cherry red apron kneading, sauteing, wiping, and wiping the never ending flow of sweat from her brow.

But you never say the things that tug at your insides, pulling you apart with every sidelong glance at his face. You feel your eyes sweep across this side of his face and neck, the same side you sit next to every Friday night. He has 8 freckles today, scattered across his cheek with shiny hairs peeking through his pale skin. It's been a while since that morning shave. His dark curls barely brush against his shoulders, shorter than last week. You can imagine him standing over his bathroom sink, the dim yellow light his only guide, as he cuts and trims.

If you had any sense, you'd tell him. You'd ask him to let you stand behind him and drape a towel over those strong shoulders. Pull the hair out from under the towel. Use your fingers to carefully measure the length of each precious strand on that perfect head.

But what if he said no?

If you had any sense, you'd scoot closer to his thin frame and allow the heat of your skin to speak the words that you're too afraid to say. The space between you, more space than you give any of your other friends, is more vast than the Great Lake you visited last weekend. It breathes. It vibrates. You can feel it, like an extra person sitting there while you cling to the edge of this couch and Eddie clings to his.

Instead of bridging that distance, instead of tying that lasso to rope him and pull him closer, you chit chat and glance at his profile. Study it. Tuck away every detail. A version of him lives inside your mind, and you add to it with every laugh - every sneeze - every grunt - every crack of his knees when he stands up from the couch. Tortuous labor, sculpting him into perfection, yet never a real boy will he be trapped inside your skull.

“...a little stale, but it’s better than nothing, ya know?” You’ve been looking at the fingers on his left hand, studying the lines on the knuckles of his pinky finger. You didn’t realize he was talking to you until his voice moved up into a curving question.

“Hmm?” You hold back a small jump of surprise when you see Eddie looking at you in the blue glow of the television screen. If he noticed your staring, he’s doing an excellent job of hiding it. “Sorry, Ed, lost in thought. What did you say?”

“I said, my supply’s been low since Rick got picked up by the Sheriff last week, but I found a stash I forgot about under my bed. It’s probably a little stale, but better than nothing.”

[chaoticspeedrun]

Donnie x Fem! Reader The little merturtle 1

Summary: Prince Donatello was the third of four brothers, the prince of an underwater yokai city, but he has always been searching for something else far more interesting than the mystic arts he is used to, he wants to know everything about the human world, their traditions, their creations... But when he finds himself entranced by a human princess it might just be the last push he needs to make his dream of exploring the land a reality.

AN; It's done! The first chapter of what I think will be four, an AU of Donnie as the little mermaid and reader as the princess of the land with my own twist to the story!

Also, I made the banner art just a couple minutes ago at work and I didn't think I was gonna color it so much.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, tooth-rotting fluff

MASTERLIST • NEXT

A trove and a ship

Dark grey rain clouds fill the sky, but from the spaces in between bright rays of sunlight beam down into the ocean, illuminating its surface and the dolphins jumping through its waves as well as a ship coursing through its surface.

“Isn’t this great?” You beamed from your place on the deck of the ship “the salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face” you sighed deeply “A perfect day to be at sea.”

“Oh, yes, delightful” Casey responded from behind you, her extremely serious expression stiff and her cheeks green, you were too entranced by the sea to notice.

“A fine strong wind and a following sea,” One of the sailors said while pulling on the rope from a mast, you rushed over to help him tie it “King Splinter must be in a friendly type mood.”

“King Splinter?” You asked curiously.

“Why, ruler of the merpeople, lass” another sailor responded “Thought every good sailor knew about him” the man teased.

“Merpeople” Casey grunted slowly walking down the stairs of the boat “ma’am, pay no attention to this nautical nonsense” she rolled her eyes but it just seemed to spur a new wave of nausea.

“But it ain’t nonsense, it’s the truth!” One of the sailors said pointing at Casey with a fish though she only glared “I’m tellin’ ya! Down in the depths of the ocean they live! Oh!” The fish slipped from the man’s hands and Casey slapped it away before it slapped her face with its tail, the fish soon falling back to sea.

Deep down under the sea lived an entire society of yokai, merpeople with the appearance of different creatures mixed in between, half fish and half of a different species ranging from animals to even slime all mixed in with an aquatic species and conforming a big society hidden from the world up top.

These yokai were all ruled by king Splinter, a half-rat merman who was said to have been a formidable human once a long time ago, though those are only rumors passed quietly between the merpeople working at the castle who avoided being heard by the king and princes at all costs for who knows what would happen to them if their ruler, who hated humans so, ever caught their words.

The fish who had been thrown out of the boat swam far away to the bottom of the sea where eventually it crossed paths with a school of merpeople who were making their way to the big bright castle that was home to their king, illuminated with the power of the yokai in it and painting a beautiful picture to the residents of the hidden city.

Through a fanfare from the seahorses a smaller one made its way to the front where the crowd had reunited looking out at a stage “His royal highness, king Splinter!”

The king had a dramatic entrance on a small personal carriage pulled by dolphins and holding his trident up high which illuminated as he descended through the applause of his subjects, lighting up the chandelier on the ceiling.

The little seahorse continued “And presenting the distinguished court composer, martial choreographer, and youngest princess, Carassius Auratus Piebald!”

The fanfare and applause were back as Piebald, the overgrown goldfish princess made her way on a smaller carriage to her father who turned to look at her once she neared “My daughter, I’m really looking forward to this performance, Piebald” he said making Piebald chuckle sheepishly.

“This will be our finest presentation dad, you don’t know how hard the guys and I have been practicing, especially Leo” She murmured something her father couldn’t hear about Donnie and how he hadn’t been ‘as present’ before smiling once more “They’ll be spectacular!”

Splinter hummed in agreement “And especially purple with his big entrance, I am glad he was finally convinced to debut, he’s never used his ninpo in front of the public.”

Piebald nodded “He does have a great flair for the dramatic,” she said grinning before making her way to the front of the stage, losing the smile and replacing it with a frown once her father couldn’t see her expression anymore “If only he’d show up for rehearsals once in a while” she muttered.

Reaching the pedestal she would be standing on and letting go of the dolphins pulling her carriage Piebald pulled out a sheet of music and pulled out her baton, tapping it a couple of times on the stand to prepare the band and there it was, after beginning the swift movement of it the merry sound of the various yokai playing on her direction resounded through the room, entrancing the people watching as a curtain of bubbles dissolved to show three big clams standing in the middle, one blue, one red and one orange.

The blue one up front opened to show the middle prince inside of it donning an impeccable outfit for the occasion and the smug grin he was known for, the blue scales of his long merman tail glistening in the light “Ah we are the sons of Splinter” he sang while the two other clams opened up to show his brothers, both in their respective colors and with equally wide grins, they both joined in “Great father who loves us and named us well.”

“Raphael,” The eldest said before pulling out his sai and swimming with his bright red tail up to a bunch of demonstration dummies, a construction of his fists in bigger glowing form demolishing them after just a moment, now only rubble on the water, the crowd applauded the show of strength.

“Michelangelo!” The youngest sang, his orange tail sparkling under the lights of the chandelier and the light of his nunchucks of which the chain was glowing orange and growing in size enveloping him in a show of artfulness that the public awed.

“Leonardo~!” The middle son claimed, pulling out the pair of katanas on the back of his shell as he swam up to appear right in front of the public in a beam of blue, showing with dexterity the carefully crafted dance of swords using his teleporting abilities, the crowd cheered.

“And then there is our brother in his mystical debut” the three of them presented together reuniting in the middle as a bigger clam in purple twirled and they swam around it “We are presenting our dear genius brother to you to make a martial arts demonstration choreographed by our sister, his constructs will leave you in awe!” The clam started opening as the brothers formed a line to present it “He’s our brother Dona—” The three of them gasped at the empty clam in front of them, Piebald placed her hands on her head in dismay, eyes wide in panic.

“DONATELLO!” The voice of Splinter echoed through the palace, his trident illuminating his show of anger only emphasized by the full name of his son.

The son in question, a purple-tailed turtle yokai, swam around a mast at the bottom of the sea happily, looking at everything that used to be part of a boat with excitement, the small smile on his face as he examined the masts dropped when he heard a familiar voice calling for him

“Donnie! Wait for me!” A small purple turtle called.

“Shelldon, hurry up!” Donnie said before pointing at the full abandoned ship a bit ways ahead of them “Isn’t it fantastic?” He asked admiring the ship while his little companion, the regular sea turtle rolled his eyes at him.

“Yeah sure, it’s great dude, now let’s go before someone catches us” Shelldon was turning around before his tail was taken in between Donnie’s fingers, the yokai turtle holding him in place as the little one tried to swim away.

“Oh, you’re not getting cold fins now, are you?” Donnie asked, glaring in his direction before pulling him along.

“No way, dude! But if your dad or brothers found out—”

“Which they won’t,” Donnie said confidently. Entering the ship from a hole at the bottom “We’ll just look around, pick up anything cool we found and bring it back, they won’t even notice I was gone.”

“Yeah, like they didn’t find out the last three rehearsals you missed” Shelldon mumbled, and Donnie glared before swimming deeper inside the boat.

“Oh those presentations are just to exhibit our mystical skills and for Leo to show off” Donnie made a stern face and deepened his voice in an imitation of his father “Purple! The people must know that they are well protected, it’s good for their morale, scoff!” Donnie finished going back to his normal voice before gasping “Shelldon, look!”

He swam quickly over to a piece of metal laying on the captain’s deck, similar to his father’s trident but a miniature in silver with four prongs instead of three “Have you ever seen anything so interesting in your entire life?” Donnie asked, turning it around in his hands.

“Wow, cool,” Shelldon said examining it “But, uh, what is it?”

“I don’t know, but April can tell us” Donnie grinned, taking the object into a pouch at his side.

Shelldon hummed for a moment before getting back to their past conversation “But what’s the problem with raising morale?” Donnie rolled his eyes again.

“Oh please! Nothing ever happens down here, the people are safe, what would they even need to worry about? Sharks?” he joked, suddenly there was a rumble near the windows of the boat and Donnie’s eyes widened while Shelldon looked scared “Well I don’t even need to turn around to realize the irony of my words” Despite this, Donnie turned to look at the windows of the boat, where he could see a great shark outside “Well, I’ve turned around and I see.”

Despite the monotone of his voice, the moment he said that he took hold of Shelldon and swam towards the entrance of the boat as fast as possible, though, he did take a little something else he found on a barrel on his way, he received a glare from Shelldon for that one.

There was a great crashing sound from behind them as the shark destroyed the windows they had seen it behind, It only served to make Donnie hurry more, the shark persecuted them through the boat, twisting and turning, breaking wood when needed to get to them making the purple merturtle swim the opposite way, at one point his pouch got trapped on a piece of wood and despite it being closer to the shark Donnie made his way towards it, refusing to leave his treasure behind and managing to trick the shark into slamming against the ceiling.

Donnie found a window and quickly pushed Shelldon through before following right behind him, the shark immediately broke through it, following them while Shelldon screamed, they swam as fast as they could out of its grasp, Donnie saw a big metal rod, big enough for his companion, not enough for the shark, he made its way towards it hoping he was right, and after he and Shelldon swam through it there was the sound of a slam and a creak behind them, they turned only to find the shark trapped in the rod as he’d hoped, finally, Donnie and his companion sighed in relief.

So much relief that Shelldon swam toward the shark “Haha! Take that dude!” Shelldon stuck his tongue out and the shark opened its mouth wide, closing it quickly in front of the little turtle who scrambled away with his friend towards the surface.

Eventually, they reached a rock on the surface, near the human village, where a dark-skinned girl was taking the sun, Donnie popped his head out of the water discretely, glancing around to make sure no one else was close, feeling safe, he called out in a low voice “April!”

The girl glanced at the water and smiled seeing her green-skinned friend “Donnie! How are you?”

Donnie didn’t answer, instead excitedly offering her his pouch “April, look what we found!” he said offering the bag.

She took it in her hands examining the contents with a chuckle at her friend’s enthusiasm, she wished she could bring him more things from the surface, but his father would surely notice if he kept making these trips so frequently.

“Yeah, we were in this sunken ship, we were even followed by a shark to get it!” Shelldon said waving his legs around.

“Hmm,” April examined the things “Oh look!” She said in recognition when pulling out what Donnie had compared with his father’s trident, his eyes widened in excitement.

“What is it? What’s its use? Do humans use magic with it? No, wait, humans don’t have magic” He muttered the last part.

“It’s a fork,” April stated matter-of-factly, receiving Donnie’s still inquisitive face as he repeated the word to himself “We use it to eat! You see, we prepare a meal and put it on a clean plate, then we use this to poke the food and bring it up to our mouths, it facilitates eating without getting messy” she nodded confidently at his explanation while Donnie took the fork back into his hands.

“Fascinating, so is it bad manners to use your hands while eating? It’s like a whole ritual just to do so” he said examining the fork under the sunlight.

“What about that one?” Shelldon asked pointing at the artifact taken last from the boat, April took the piece of wood in her hands before making a small noise of amusement.

“Oh, this is a pipe,” She said once again getting Donnie’s attention “You see, some people put some particular plants on this extreme of it and then light it up with fire, they inhale the smoke that comes from it with this little part over here, it’s very unhealthy and some people die because of it”

Donnie sputtered at this “Wha- why?! If it’s so damaging why would they still consume it? It doesn’t make sense” He said, thinking there HAD to be some reason at least, but April shrugged.

“Some people just don’t care a lot about their well-being, they think it’s cool, or use it because they are bored or some people say it relaxes them a little when they’re stressed, in my opinion, it’s not worth it AT ALL, but it’s also addictive, so you should never do it because you might never want to stop.” Her explanation left Donnie in a thoughtful mood, he supposed it was similar to how some turtles would eat jellyfish and then start acting weird or lazy.

“Hey, Don” April called curiously “Wasn’t your thing today? That demonstration thingy?”

“What? No, no, I told you last time that it was a week from then” He dismissed, twisting around the pipe.

April raised an eyebrow “Uh, it’s been a week since the last time we met Dee”

Her green friend blanched “Oh no” he pulled his hands up to his face planting them there and groaning in anger “No, no, no, no! I forgot! Oh, pops is gonna be pissed, I gotta go April! Thank you!” He yelled, scrambling to take his things back into the pouch and submerging himself again into the water.

“Anytime!” April waved the two turtles as they disappeared into the waters.

Donnie and Shelldon swam away, ignorant of the eyes that followed them, two eel-like gargoyles followed them both quietly and through their eyes, a pair of yokai watched with a mystic orb.

“Yes, hurry home turtley-boo, we wouldn’t want to miss old daddy’s celebration now, would we?” A feminine voice cooed fakely before huffing “Ha! A celebration indeed, when I was queen, we had fantastical feasts and now I’m stuck here with you Draxy” She looked at the yokai across from her who watched the prince, his warrior, one of his own creations swim away “Banished, and exiled and practically starving while Lou and his flimsy yokai celebrate”

“Well, I’ll give them something to celebrate soon enough” Draxum glared at the orb his voice hoarse from misuse “I don’t want to have to endure your presence any longer when I should be leading my warriors against humanity, if he hadn’t taken them and destroyed my lab all those years ago” Draxum grunted before calling out to the orb “Huginn, Muninn!”

The gargoyles were startled and Muninn hit his head with the rock he was under before the voice of his master continued “I want to keep an extra close watch on this one of my creations, he is smart but too curious and passionate for his own good, that may just be the key to Lou Jitsu’s undoing.”

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“I just don’t know what we’re going to do with you, my son” Splinter spoke looking at Donnie from his seat at the throne, the set of four siblings floating beside him each with a different expression, Leo was pouting.

“Papa, I’m sorry, it just slipped my mind—”

“As a result of your careless behavior—”

“Careless and reckless behavior!” Raph interrupted looking at his brother sternly, already aware of what he must have been doing

“The entire celebration was uh—”

“It was ruined!” Piebald interrupted this time, looking very angry “Completely destroyed! It is one thing to miss rehearsals, but my compositions and effort were for naught because of this!”

“The four of us looked like laughing stocks in front of an empty clam” Leo groaned “You even got your own special appearance, and you didn’t even use it!”

“But it wasn’t his fault” Shelldon attempted to cover for Donnie “It’s just uh, we were followed by a shark! Right, and then—”

Splinter didn’t seem to be listening to the little turtle, believing his tale was just falsehood to help his son.

“—and then we were safe, so we went to this human who was all ‘This is this and that is that—'"

“Human?!” Splinter exclaimed and Donnie’s four siblings all looked worried for him suddenly, their anger at Donnie dissolving at what they knew their father’s reaction would be ‘ough boy…’ Leo murmured while Shelldon quickly covered his beak, realizing his mistake.

Shelldon hid behind Donnie who glared at him in exasperation as his father continued “You went up to the surface again didn’t you?” Splinter asked tiredly rubbing his head

Donnie gave him a sheepish grin “Nothing happened.”

Splinter sighed “Purple, how many times must we go through this? That human only knows about us because she made an oath, if she were to betray us, she’d die or she would already have done so, that is the only reason I am not popping a vessel right now, but some of those barbarians could have seen you!”

“They’re not barbarians! How could a barbaric species create such wonderful things?”

“They are dangerous! And they would never accept our kind, they destroy anything they don’t understand, everything that’s different from them!” Splinter yelled before softening for a moment “Do you think I want to see one of my sons snared by some fish eater’s hook?” Splinter asked swimming over to his son who looked down after catching the worry in his father’s eyes.

“I’m twenty years old, I’m not a child anymore, I can take care of myself!” Donnie claimed, recovering some of the fire from before.

“Don’t you speak to your father like that Donatello!” His father took on his stern glare once more “You may be an adult, but I am still your king, and the security of my kingdom, including yours is my responsibility, you WILL obey my rules.”

“But if you just listened—!”

“Not another word!” Splinter turned around, his arms raised above his head “And I am never, never to hear of you going to the surface again, even with that human! Is that clear?!”

Donatello bore holes into his father’s back, his lips wobbling slightly at the promise of being unable to ever see his friend again or understand the nuances of a world he found so intriguing, he craved to understand, to learn, his anger transformed into grief and without answering he swam away as quickly as possible, his siblings and Shelldon watched Donnie go with worry and after a glance at their father they followed behind, leaving the king to his devices.

Splinter sighed leaning against his throne “Perhaps I’ve been too hard on him” He wondered.

The three merturtles and goldfish followed their sibling to where they knew he would be hiding, a cave hidden deep into the reef where he would hide all his treasures from the human world, far from their father’s eyes; they pushed the rock hiding the entrance and all went in except for Piebald.

“You take care of Donnie, I’m going to try to talk to dad,” she said pointing back to the castle, Leo nodded before seeing her go and closing the entrance behind him.

Inside, the cave was brimming with the trove that their purple-coded brother had reunited for years, all organized in a way only Donnie who knew everything about it could understand.

They found their brother resting over a rock at the bottom and playing with the new treasure he’d acquired with Shelldon on his shoulder, Raph spoke “Donnie, are you okay?” he asked nearing him slowly.

Donnie didn’t answer for a moment, nor did he take his eyes away from the fork, his brothers had settled around him by the time he spoke “If only I could make him understand” he said softly “I just don’t see things the way he does, you guys have met April, does she seem anything like a barbarian to you?” Donnie asked looking up into the eyes of his oldest brother.

The three shook their heads in negative, Raph tried to reason something “April is a nice girl, but dad is only looking out for our safety, she’s an exception, not the rule”

Donnie sighed leaning back again “I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad!” He stated before lifting himself from the rock and showing Mikey the fork “Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat?” He asked and Mikey took the fork in his hands looking at it curiously before poking Leo with it.

“Ouch!” His blue-coded brother glared, snatching the fork from the youngest’s hands.

“You’d think my collection’s complete, it’s so full, just look at this trove!” Donnie said taking back the fork and adding it to a candle holder which instead of candles held a whole set of table-ware, only complete now with the fork “And yet there’s more, so much more out there that I don’t understand, they don’t have magic and yet they’ve progressed so much, they have so many things we wouldn’t be able to make, construct, how do they do it?” Donnie asked no one in particular, just floating around the cave and his brothers followed, looking around at all the curious artifacts and gizmos their brother had reunited.

“So what? You just plan on collecting every single thing they’ve ever made?” Mikey asked curiously “You’ve already got a huge collection of these things!”

“Who cares? In comparison it’s no big deal, I want more” Donnie admitted, shoulders hunched “I—I wanna be where they are, I wanna see them using these artifacts, creating them, look at this” Donnie grabbed a figure of a man and a woman dancing and showed it to Leo who looked at it attentively “Don’t you wanna see how they dance? Without floating in the water, without a tail, with two feet! How do they even lift themselves, and walk on those— things? Why do they cover them up with—uh, what were they called?” Donnie turned to Shelldon questioningly who hummed.

“Boots?” The little turtle asked and Donnie nodded.

“Yes! Boots!” Donnie agreed setting down the figure while Leo mumbled to himself about the boots and the feet ‘don’t those hurt?’

“What’s so special about flipping your fins when they have so many transportation methods that are so much faster? I’ve heard of carriages, pulled by seahorses with four legs! And they go fast, maybe faster than their ships!” Donnie said, Mikey was getting excited and Leo smiled understandingly at his brother, however, Raph seemed more worried now than when he entered the cave.

“What is so bad about wishing to be part of their world?” Donnie asked, “What would I give if only to see that just for one day, I bet they’d understand up there, my curiosity, my need to learn, I have so many questions, so many April alone wouldn’t be able to answer, I just want to see it, to-to be part of that!” He lamented a little softer swimming back down to where his siblings had found him as they too descended slowly, the smiles on the faces of the younger ones fading slightly at Donnie’s disposition.

“Donnie…” Raph began speaking while rubbing his fingers nervously “I know what you’re sayin’, but pops knows many things we don’t know, it’s only much safer for us here” Mikey and Leo looked at each other hesitantly through the eldest’s words, Donnie only sighed and Raph smiled softly at him before guiding him outside “Come, you’ve had a long day, how about we go home and I get you something warm to drink?”

“Donnie had started following Raph reluctantly when the light pouring from the small hole on top of the cave was eclipsed by a shadow “What do you suppose that is?...” He asked softly before leaving Raph’s grasp and swimming out of the cave and towards the surface, Raph calling out to him worriedly.

Donnie’s head emerge from the water, and he was in awe as he saw beams of colorful lights dancing in the sky, coming one after the other and exploding into many little pieces, they were being thrown from a ship which was softly illuminated by them and the moon, Donnie could hear the sounds of people cheering and laughing from its deck.

“Wow” The sight was hypnotizing, he hadn’t seen anything so amazing before, the magic from down below couldn’t compare in his mind, his grin grew and soon two of his brothers were floating beside him, Leo looked amazed, and Mikey was laughing at the show of light.

“Guys? What are you—” Raph, who had just joined them gasped loudly “no way” he mumbled in amazement but right that moment Donnie decided he needed to see that from up close and started making his way fast toward the ship to Raph’s dismay “Donnie! Donnie, please! Come back!” He said making his way toward his brother.

The sound of his brother’s voice was less than background noise to Donnie who was completely entranced by wonder, wanting, no, needing to see the inside of the ship, the people inside, and whatever they were doing.

He found a ledge where he would be able to see through and jumped, holding himself up, tail swishing below him and his eyes were finally greeted by the lights above the ship while his ears were enveloped by the sound of laughter and music.

He was fascinated as he saw a pack of humans all enjoying themselves but what excited him the most was to see how they danced, moving fluidly and happily on their two feet to hold them up, some type of creature, yellow and blue with stripes of red was dancing around them in four feet, making a weird but happy noise, Donnie was excitedly watching this being when it suddenly stopped in its place, smelling something and slowly as it sniffed it made its way to Donnie, the merturtle quickly moved aside from the ledge, breathing fast at the fear of being seen.

After a moment of relaxing his nerves, Donnie turned back, thinking it was surely safe now, but the creature was right in front of him, looking curious, Donnie was shocked at how much it resembled some yokai, but he was derailed from his train of thought when he heard a voice call out his way.

“Mayhem!” You called from deeper in the deck “Here boy!”

The being, who Donnie now knew was called Mayhem, turned back to the deck and happily left the merturtle alone who curiously glanced inside once again, his eyes following the creature who was now running circles around you as you laughed freely, hands reaching out to the pet that jumped into them “Aw come on mutt, what were you doing, huh Mayhem?” You asked with a bright grin which made Donnie stop in his tracks when he saw it.

“Good boy, good boy,” you said looking down endearingly at Mayhem in your arms as it tried to lick your face making Donnie’s stomach twist, he suddenly felt short of breath.

“Quite a show, eh?” Leo asked him, suddenly right at his side, Donnie panicked and shushed his twin quickly.

“Nardo they’ll hear you!” he chided, and his brother chuckled hiding slightly better, Donnie kept looking in but his eyes were now set on you while you took up a flute –is what April told him that thing was— in your hands and started playing around with it.

Leo followed the gaze of his brother who had been oddly silent instead of gushing, once he found what he had been looking at Leo gasped, doing a double take from his brother to the human dancing on deck, it was like a lightbulb had suddenly appeared on top of his head and he bit his lip before speaking “Stunning, isn’t it?”

“She really is” Donnie mumbled before realizing his mistake, he turned quickly to his brother who now had a smug smirk on his face.

“I was talking about the lights,” Leo said with a chuckle, his face being pushed away by his flustered brother as he groaned at him.

It would only make sense, Leo thought sadly, for his unknown craving brother Donnie to want something so far away from his reach, he was just glad Raph hadn’t seen his reaction to the human, the eldest brother and youngest still below in the water.

“Silence, silence!” Casey’s firm no-nonsense voice called out loudly and the rest of the humans quieted down “It is now my honor and privilege to present our esteemed princess Y/N with a very special, very expensive, very large birthday present” Casey said pointing proudly at a giant package with a red bow that had been standing there on the deck for a bit.

Meanwhile, Donnie felt a fluttering feeling all around his chest after hearing your name being called out, it echoed inside his mind while he processed that you were also a princess, he thought, deep inside on the back of his mind, that someone as gorgeous as you couldn’t be anything less than a princess.

“Aw, Casey! You crafty girl, you shouldn’t have” You said patting the back of your right-hand woman in happiness while a smug smile appeared on her face.

“Nonsense! It is a most special thing to celebrate!” she said as one sailor reached out to remove the cloth and reveal the present “Happy birthday Y/N!” Casey exclaimed when a huge statue was revealed showing you holding a heroic pose, a sword right at your side, and one of your legs propped up knightly-like while you looked at the sky.

You winced slightly, it was too much, you couldn’t understand why Casey would have someone depict you in such a…particular pose, it was kind of embarrassing, but you grinned sheepishly at your friend while mayhem barked

“Gee, Casey, it’s…really something,” You said getting a closer look.

“Of course, it is, I understand how much you like it, I commissioned it myself,” Casey said nodding triumphantly “Of course, I had hoped it would be a wedding present” She suggested, her gaze looking away from you, you barked a laugh.

“Oh come on Casey don’t start” You laughed taking a telescope in your hands before making your way over to where the brothers had been hiding, they quickly scrambled out of sight once you reached the edge “Look, you’re not still sore because I didn’t fall for the prince of Glowerhaven, are you?” you asked, turning back with your ever-present grin towards your companion who sighed.

“Oh princess, it isn’t me alone, the entire kingdom wants to see you happily settled down with the right boy.”

“Or girl” you murmured inaudibly, shrugging before going up on the edge of the boat your feet propped up before you “Well he’s out there somewhere I just—”

Leo, from his side of the ledge, looked straight at Donnie, who didn’t look back at him, his eyes lost in space as he listened attentively to your words.

“I just haven’t found him yet” You offered, making a vague gesture with your hand on top of your knee.

“Perhaps you haven’t been looking hard enough” Casey suggested, crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow, you just chuckled once again, looking out into the sea.

“Oh believe me Casey, when I find him, I’ll know” You assured confidently “Without a doubt, it’ll just, bam! Hit me, like lightning.”

The moment you said that Donnie wondered if humans might actually have some control of the mystic arts because immediately thunder struck not far from you.

[muffinsin]

I’ve read your stories in one go and honestly they’re so entertaining and a turn on. Can I request a foursome? the sisters with dicks and their female pet

Yes! You all would not believe how LONG this has been sitting in my inbox I’m sorry ;-; here ya go with a lil drabble regarding that

Masterlist

“Sssh, don’t fret, little one”, you hear a voice- Lady Bela’s- coo. You ease your squirms, as much as you can at the very least.

You groan in slight pain as a last bit of rough rope is pulled around you and tightened, a little harder than necessary. You know, this is Lady Cassandra’s work. You feel her gloved fingers still linger on the dark rope, checking its tightness and position. Slung between your legs and around your breasts, your neck and along your back.

It doesn’t restrain your movement, but has you feel warm when it rubs alongside your skin.

“Can we start already? I want my turn!”, you hear a higher, whinier voice. Lady Daniela, impatient as she is known to be.

You shiver when you feel someone adjust the black blindfold covering your eyes, and whine lowly through the ring gag sitting snugly in your mouth, stretching it far open.

You’re kneeling, completely naked on a carpet so soft and warm.

“Don’t make me exclude you from this! We agreed to share, so don’t interrupt!”, you hear the eldest scold, and Daniela whines yet again.

You jump at a pair of gloved hands on your jaw, petite and strong. Bela.

“Mhmmm, my good little pet”, she coos, and you shriek in surprise when one of her hands trails upwards, her gloved index and middle finger sliding alongside your tongue.

“Yours? What happened to sharing, huh?”- Cassandra. You gasp when Bela growls angrily, her fingertips pressing down on your tongue. “Will you two stop pestering me!”, she scolds.

She turns her attention back to you as the younger two snicker, her touch gentle as you wet her gloved fingers for her.

“She’s eager, aren’t you, pet?”, she coos. You can’t do much but nod and obey like a well trained submissive for them. You know what you are to each of them.

Bela’s pet, Cassandra’s bitch, Daniela’s slut. For once they’ve decided to share you all together, having opted for taking you separately in the last.

And you wouldn’t change it, nor can you do so. You’re completely at their mercy, their pleased, low chuckles and laughter filling the room.

You feel another pair of hands on you, behind you now, petite and soft, and gloveless. This is Daniela, you realise easily.

She urges you on your hands and knees with a simple push of your waist, and you easily comply.

Three different laughters fill the room. You’re sopping wet from their words and teasing touches already, and all three predatory women can smell it the moment Daniela parts your thighs.

“Mhmmmh, are you that happy to feel me?”, Daniela giggles, her eyes wide and hungry as she watches sweet arousal drool out from your slit.

“Allow me a taste, my love”, she coos. Yet, you find yourself whining and shaking your hips helplessly when no pleasure comes, and instead you hear Daniela’s displeased shriek.

“Nuh uh, hands off. You’re waiting your turn, missy!”, Cassandra snaps. You feel the petite hands leave your sides fast, as though Daniela is tugged away, and gasp against Bela’s fingers when instead strong, larger fingers, bare and dangerous, are set on your hips.

Tears spring to your eyes and your hips twitch when Cassandra’s sharp nails dig lightly into your skin. “Yes, morsel. Let me hear you”, she demands. You tense when she brushes her tongue against your slit, moaning and struggling to stay still.

She laughs, and you whimper when a harsh smack comes to your ass, immediately enough to leave a handprint.

Bela coos in front of you, her wet fingers pushing down your throat.

“Careful with her, Cassie. Don’t break her before we’ve had our fun with her”, she scolds, albeit lightly. It seems, though, her sister listens for once, for no more smacks follow. Instead, you feel her lean above you suddenly, her smooth, tall and strong body sliding alongside you. You feel her clothed bulge rub right between your ass cheeks and against your clit as she grinds on you.

Her breath is cool against your ear as she talks. “Don’t worry, my pet likes the pain. Don’t you? You’re such a little whore for me”, She coos by far too sweet for it to be considered sincere.

You can’t do a thing but nod, your mouth stretched wide open and Bela’s fingers making you gag more and more.

“Mhmmm keep that up, I can practically feel her clenching and trembling”, Cassandra coos.

“Hurry up already!”, Daniela pipes in, her voice breathless. You jump as she throws herself against you and nearly makes you lose her balance.

With blushing cheeks, you notice her large, perky breasts and sweet nipples rub against yours. She must have started undressing first.

You whimper at the loss of Bela’s fingers inside of you, yet moan when only a moment later you feel Cassandra’s tongue back on you. Her licks are rough and fast, but no less skilled. She works her tongue on you perfectly, her wet muscle deep inside of you as she licks into you, her nose rubbing up against your clit with each lick inside.

“GHMM! HMPF!”, you shriek in surprise when instead of fingers, you feel a long cock push inside your mouth.

Immediately, more giggles fill the room at the sound of your struggles and gags.

You feel a hand, soft again, and small- Daniela’s- on your hip. “Sssshh, my love, you’re doing so well, pet”, she coos. You groan muffled when Bela starts thrusting forwards, and Daniela’s hands slide from your hip and up to your breasts.

You feel her straddle you, her full balls and warm, curved cock pressed against your back as she mounts you. She’s cuddling up against you, it seems, even as her fingers toy with your nipples expectedly.

“Mhmmm, yes, keep going pet!”, Bela groans. You moan around her helplessly, your pussy clenching around Cassandra’s wet tongue with each gag. There is nothing you can do except moan filthily at the pleasure they give and take from you.

You feel Cassandra’s thumb on your clit, her other hand having slid away when Daniela moved onto you. You feel it on your thigh instead, her nails cutting yet again and causing red, warm blood droplets to run down your thigh. You groan when you feel Cassandra lick them off and smear them.

“S-So gooo-ood!”, Daniela whimpers, her cock thrusting alongside your back as she squeezes your breasts eagerly. She cups them and traps your erect nipple between two fingers each, and giggles when you nearly fall at another one of Bela’s deep thrusts inside of you.

“Talk about breaking her…”, Daniela giggles on top of you.

You gasp when at last the blindfold is pulled from you and blink a few times until you adjust to the dim light of the room.

Bela’s eyes are on you, the woman left in nothing but dark black, leathery lingerie. A two piece, with the bottom pulled down to expose her cock for you.

You do your best to look up into her stunning eyes as her balls slap against your chin and her long cock hits the back of your throat over and over again.

“She’s taking you so well…!”, Daniela coos, her lips against your ear and her precum smeared along your back. You’re so close, your arms and thighs are trembling.

Bela laughs at this, her hand cupping your bulged throat. “What is it, pet? Will you cum for us already? We’ve barely even touched you…maybe you are nothing but a slut”, she hisses, her hips thrusting fast. She moans with every stroke into you, every push of her cock and sensitive tip down your throat.

You cry out as Cassandra moves from your slit, just as you were so close. Her thumb rubs your clit fast, the little bud wet and slippery under her steady and ruthless fingers. “I told you she is. She’s practically drooling all over my face and rubbing her filthy pussy all over my tongue”, she snarls, laughter slipping from her wet lips.

You’re left mewling, tears running down your cheeks from all the gagging you’re enduring, your fingers grasping the carpet tightly. You’re desperately close.

“Mhmmm! Ghn!”, you groan, somehow attempting to beg your Mistresses for mercy. It seems they aren’t up for it today.

Bela merely laughs at you, the cruel elegance you have heard so much about now visible on her face and in her actions. She knows, you’re nothing but her pet, and she thrives off it.

“You want to cum?”, Daniela coos. You whimper miserably, nodding even as it makes Bela gasp and your eyes water from gagging on her large dick.

“Hmmm…should we let her?”, Daniela draws out.

You whimper and moan as Cassandra’s tongue returns to you, her hums tight against your slit as she eats you out once again.

Bela coos, her wet fingertip tipping up your chin. You stare at her through teary eyes, her slim hips pressed against you. She’s completely inside of you, moaning when your tight throat squeezes her.

“Mhmmm no, I think not. She hasn’t quite earned it yet”

You shriek as they continue, Bela’s thrusts and Daniela’s painfully skilled fingers on your nipples and breasts, Cassandra’s nails cutting and scratching as she eats as though she was starving, her free hand rubbing your poor clit quickly.

You try, really, but lack all control as you cum despite Bela’s clear disapproval.

Cassandra pulls back in shock, gasping at the orgasm she pulls from you. She smirks behind you, her tongue darting out to clean you off her lips.

“Oh-ohhh, someone’s in trouble”

[soulc-hilde]

Ch. 04 - Fight, Fight

Pairing: Jey Uso / Josh Fatu x Aries / Ezmeralda Bey

Synopsis: Devoted to her craft and her family, WWE Superstar Ezmeralda has a library of accolades accomplished on her own and by the side of her family like never before. As she leads the Women's Revolution to glory, romance seems to find her at the most unexpected moment... in the ring.

Warning(s): SFW, OC is a black woman, swearing, WWE-canon violence, Non-scripted fights, body shaming, body insecurities, WWE's consistant misogyny is blatant until later chapters, etc.

Cross-posted: Wattpad

Ch. 01 | Ch. 02 | Ch. 03 | Ch. 04 |

Kansas City, MO 

Today before the show, a few of the girls were set out to do an autograph signing. Ezmeralda had taken the opportunity to ditch the scene for some time with her brothers in the ring. The trio run through their drills, going over their move set before taking a quick break. 

"So why ain't you out there with Trin and 'em?" Ezekiel questions, sipping some of his water. 

The youngest triplet shrugs, "we already sell a shit ton of merch as is and I love seeing the fans, but I'm not all for having to dress up and flaunt my body in hopes the sales can put more zeros on our check."

"I hate to say it, but sex sells. Especially as a woman who is being broadcasted and is participating in sports, your body is at least 90% the main concern of the fans and the company. 5% is your knowledge of the craft and the other 5% is your skill. If your face doesn't 'sit right' with them or body doesn't look like this girl or that girl, you either gotta change it or get lost."

"When my brothers and I first started, that was a huge thing going on in WWE. The women, the Divas, were nothing but eye candy. Yeah, they'll do a little this and a little that, but at the end of the day, your sex is what earns the company money while the 'big dogs' get to have their fun and be rightfully paid for doing their jobs."

"Just like in the past and just like now, my body is for myself to enjoy. It's not for everybody and I don't feel comfortable." 

Ezra sighs, irritated. He, himself, has always hated whenever Talent Relations would ask her to play roles that suggested her as nothing more than eye candy or a bed warmer. "Fuck that, let's talk about somethin' else before I get heated."

"What's up with you and Joshua?" He side-eyes her, studying the way her face scrunched at the question. Ezmeralda's lips purse, pushing out into duck lips as if she was a child all over again. She points at the elder Bey, mimicking their great uncle's accent.

"Le'me... Le'me tell yu somet'in'," they burst into laughter. She stutters through her laugh, "me and Josh... are chillin', ye know? We're gettin' to know each other some more."

Ezekiel reels back, face scrunched, "'gettin' to know each other?' Girl, y'all been knowin' each other since like 2008. What else y'all need to know about each other?"

She kisses her teeth, "that's why I said 'some more' dumbass."

"Look," Ezra shakes his head, "all I know is that Josh is like an extra little brother. You? Are my little sister, okay? Both of y'all are my favorite, but I'll be damn if you play with his emotions and he plays with yours, especially with us working together."

"We've talked about it just a little. He understands that I don't have experience in this field and I want to take it slow. I want to learn about myself and my love language before I just go jumping in his arms screaming: 'I'm yours!'"

Ezekiel side eyes her, pushing his palms towards her. "Girl, too much. Too much. We you're brothers, not your girlfriends, nye. All we needed to know was that y'all were taking it slow like Bobby Valentino. That was all." 

She giggles, heading for backstage. "Where you headin'?" Ezra raises an eyebrow. She looks over her shoulder, "Checkin' on my outfit for the night. Your girl gotta look good, ya dig?"

"Aye, can you check on ours, too?" Ezekiel shouts, hanging upside down on the ropes. Instead of answering, Ezmeralda simply shakes her head. 

As Ezmeralda was looking over her outfit, Trinity steps up to her with a scrunched face. "Girl," she trails, collapsing beside the older woman. "Guess what Ariane's pestering about now?"

Immediately, Ezmeralda's face drops as a heavy sigh leaves her chest. "Oh, God. Does that woman ever stop?" 

Trinity snorts, "of course not. So, we're getting ready for the signing when the Bellas and Ariane begin talking about the size of their boobs, especially Nikki's. We get to the booth, Nikki's pushin' them things up as if they weren't already spilling out and Ariane's trying to do the same like, it hurt to watch."

She pauses, "that's when she goes: 'I'mma go to an appointment.'" Ezmeralda's jaw drops, "because Nikki has big boobs?!"

Trinity shrugs, nodding, "basically."

"Nat has big boobs, so big that it looks as if she's pushing them up when she's not and yet look at how the company treats her," the veteran scoffs. "And don't get me started with the fact that the recovery process might set y'all back. It's a stupid decision." 

"Typically, the Divas compete with one another for screen time and climbing the ranks for popularity in the company. One of the biggest things that comes into count is the appearance of them. If they look more like a model or some type of dream woman, you have a step in the door."

She shakes her head, "I've seen women in the business go in and out with several different surgeries on various difference spots of their bodies. I don't really care if they do it, but I always say that it's better to do things for yourself than for others. If it makes you happy? Do it until your heart bursts, but please never do something to make someone else happy cause they never will be."

Los Angeles, CA 

Tired of Ariane's growing bullshit, Trinity had volunteered Ezmeralda as the tag team's third party to the opening of a boutique. Not one for boutiques, especially high end ones or having to dress up on her day, she came up with an ultimatum. She'd go as long as she could bring a 'date,' which was really supposed to be her fellow escapee. 

And who better to invite than her slow burn lover, Joshua?

Dressed in a creme, off the shoulder top and a short, brown skirt with a thigh slit paired with a matching set of brown leather knee high heels and a brown purse, Josh had unintentionally matched with her.

Similarly, the younger Fatu took on a slick yet casual approach, dressed in a creme crewneck and matching jeans with a custom pair of brown and creme low high Air Forces - a birthday gift from yours truly.

The duo walks behind Trinity and Jon, their faces taking on a natural mean mug. It was no secret that Josh was an introvert and preferred socializing on his own terms rather than smiling in the face of strangers everyday.

For Ezmeralda, she was to stand in the public with one interview after another since she was one of the many household names of the company; although, that didn't mean she was willing to do it for free and on her off day.

"Jon, Josh," Ariane's boyfriend, Vincent, calls over his shoulder. "Get your swag on. Swag on, baby, there you go."

Immediately, Josh and Ezmeralda side eye one another. Nearly laughing her ass off, Ezmeralda shakes her head and keeps walking.

"Wait, babe," Ariane stops Vincent, "um, so, you're gonna stand right here. And we're gonna work it." 

Ariane looks over at Trinity and Ezmeralda, "come on, girls. Let's work."

Trinity begrudingly steps forward, pulling the older woman with her. As the three stepped closer to the boutique's entrance, the small group of paparrazzi begin to take photos of them. A few primarily focusing their shots on the veteran posing out of of her element.

Blinded and overstimulated, Ezmeralda walks past them and heads for the door. "I'm'a head inside, y'all," she states.

Ariane quickly tries to pull her back, "no, girl, you need to, you gotta," Trinity goes to follow Ezmeralda in.

"Wait, no, stop. Hold on," Ariane catches them. "Picture, y'all. Come on. You better work. Bitch, you better work."

She goes back to posing while Trinity carries a large yet tense smile and Ezmeralda simply smoulders in the cameras.

"There's nothing wrong with the glitz and the glam," she laughs. "I've watched my family deal with it for practically, my entire life. I think that's what really sets me apart from others, at times, because I don't care for having a camera in my face every second. I don't care for having every ounce of information about me uttered to the public as it's not their business. I do it cause it's a part of the job."

Even inside the boutique, Ariane and a few photographers were taking pictures rather than enjoying the clothes. Trinity stood beside Ezmeralda, an exhausted pout was prominent on her face. The elder woman pats her on the back.

"You okay, boo?" Trinity nods, "I just wanna do something fun without the cameras and stuff, ya know? Like this, isn't fun."

Ezmeralda pulls her into a quick hug, "don't worry, we'll find something fun without the attention."

As they look at the different shoes, they take that as their moment to talk. "So, what's been going on with you and Ariane, recently?" This ellicits a heavy sigh for the young woman. 

Trinity shakes her head, "we've been butting heads a lot recently. Like, I want us to grow as wrestlers. That's what we're here for, you know? Doing our little dance is cool, I use do that before WWE, but that's not my job anymore. However, Ariane doesn't see it like that. She's so focused on the glitz and the glamour of this, it's like she doesn't really care that much about wrestling."

"Oh," Ezmeralda hums. "It's always been obvious that you and Ariane solely have chemistry because of the time you've had to work with each other, but outside of that, you guys are insanely different to the point where a clash was bound to happen."

Trinity's eyebrows raise. "Really?"

The veteran nods her head. "From the moment she tried going behind Sandra's back to get y'all's costumes without even including you, I knew she was focusing on the wrong things at the wrong time. It's best that you talk to her, not as a friend, but as a business partner cause this can jeopardize your spot in the company."

The two hug, Trinity eyes slightly watering as the stress weighs heavy on her mind. "Thank you, Ezzie."

The woman smiles, "I always got your back, sis. Now, let's go find the twins and sneak out." They laugh, searching for their men. 

Tampa, FL

While on another day off, Trinity, Ezmeralda, Eva, Jojo, and Ariane decided to go for a fun day out Go-Karting. Trinity, especially, wanted to try and deescalate the tension growing between herself and her tag team partner. 

As they all were getting settled, Eva begins to joke. "Ladies, ladies, while I love you, I see that little stand over there," she points at the podium. "I'll be standing on top."

Ezmeralda laughs, "good luck with that, girl. You talkin' to someone who used to steal cars and race them thangs around the block." Jojo and Eva's eyes widen in shock, laughing at the small insight of the superstar's childhood.

Eva and Ariane pose at the top while Trinity shakes her head. "Both of y'all gon' be numbers two and three cause I'm gonna be number one." They all were given their helmets and told the rules and safety regulations.

They begin racing, the mics picking up their laughs with every drift and crash. Once the race was over, the official hands out their papers while announcing their placements. "In fifth place, we have Trinity."

She playfully snatches the paper out of his hands, crumbling it as the others laugh. "Fourth place, we have Jojo," he announces, handing the girl her paper as she giggled beside Trinity. "In third, we have Eva." The redhead's jaw drops. 

"What? I didn't get first?" She laughs, taking the bronze metal. Ezmeralda laughs, "damn, that's tough." The official continues, "in second, is Ariane." 

The woman's jaw drops, she side eyes Ezmeralda and swings her hair. "Girl, bye," she kisses her teeth, taking the silver. "And finally, but not least, in first with the gold is Ezzie." The superstar takes the gold, sliding it over her head with a little dance.

She climbs to the top, "yessir! Yessir!" She sings. "I'm a gamer, I do this, yuh." The others laugh. Afterwards, the group chilled on the side, talking.

"You was all about winning, passing me and everything. Both of y'all lapped me, but now look at you," Trinity jokes, pointing at Eva and Ariane.

"Don't be mad because you're slow, girl," Ariane chastises.

Trinity laughs, catching Eva in a small hug, "I'm not mad. I'm not a sore loser. Ezzie won, you got second place; congratulations."

Empathetically, Ezmeralda knew what was bound to happen due to the brewing conflict between the women. She wraps an arm around Trinity's waist.

"You could be a little more sincere about it," Ariane argues, receiving a side eye from Ezmeralda.

Trinity continues to try and brush her off, "get over it. Sincere about what?"

"Because you're like, uh, congratulations. You're just being bitter right now."

Trinity gives her a face. "I'm not being bitter. You're doing too much right now. It's a game, who cares?" Ariane holds up her metal, "but I won, though."

At this point Trinity and Ezmeralda was getting annoyed. "Don't get hot," Ariane taunts.

"I'm the one that wins the matches," Trinity states. Ariane raises her eyebrows, "oh, so you're the one who wins the matches? But when it comes to speaking, I'm the one who can talk on the mic."

Trinity tilts her head, "I can speak very well for myself." Ariane points at her, "you wanna take it there?" Trinity shrugs, "it's already took there."

"Trin's a lot better than me cause I would've already sent a right in Ariane's mouth cause you ain't finna talk to me any kind of way like that. And all over a mediocre race? Girl, four-year-olds could win that medal if they want to, who gives a damn? What? Your daddy, mommy, ain't never said 'congrats?' Well, here you go:"

She claps her hands, "congrats. Damn, now shut up."

"What you gettin' hot for?" Trinity looks at her. "Because you just took it to a whole other level," Ariane argues.

Trinity raises her eyebrow, "I didn't. Is it not true? Am I not the one that wins the matches?"

"Uh, yes, your Honor. It is true that my client, Trinity McCray, does in fact win all their matches," Ezmeralda exaggeratedly adjusts her glasses. 

"Okay," Ariane huffs, "so you win every single match?" She waves her hand, "actually, I'm done. I'm ready to go."

Trinity shakes her head, looking at Ezmeralda. "This is what I'm talking about. She's too much sometimes." 

They continue to go back and forth, Ariane's squeaky voice rising with every rebuttal. As they get ready to go, the duo begin to push at one another. Quickly, Ezmeralda wraps an arm around Trinity's waist in an effort to hold her back.

"It's not worth it, sis. Not in public and not with our job."

"I'm putting $100 on Trin. Ariane ain't got a chance to even lift her arm before she gets knocked clean out." Ezmeralda laughs.

Monday Night Raw

As a result of Trinity and Ariane splitting, some changes have appeared and one of them was Ariane was to compete against Aksana while Trinity was to compete against Ezmeralda which meant that the triplet's original match against The Shield was then switched to Team Hell No and John Cena vs. The Shield.

As Trinity and Ezmeralda's match was coming up, the newly dressed superstar stood in the Guerilla with the twins and her brother.

"Aye, now, take it easy on my baby," Jon jokes pulling the woman into a hug. 

"Boy, hush, if there's anyone I trust to go against as a rookie, it's my good sis," Ezmeralda laughs. "She just has ring rust. This is her moment to dust it off and find her moment to shine."

Her theme goes off as green stobe lights begin taking over the stadium. She smiles, "time for Aries to welcome the new meat."

Hyped, she skips through the curtain before switching to her signature strut out into the spotlight. Raising her arms at the climax, she dramatically bends down as the pyro sets off. Coming back up, she leads into a leap with a roar that mixed with the music. She slapped the hands of the excited fans before reaching the ring. Settled in her corner, pacing while in character, she watches as the familiar disco intro of the Funkadactyls plays.

Excited, Trinity comes skipping down the ramp with her signature pompoms. As she reaches the opposite of the ring from Ezmeralda, she leaps over the top rope with a split. Just moments before the bell rang, the veteran catches Trinity's eyes and sends a subtle nod of communication which she sends back.

The duo begin a match of trade offs and reversals, Naomi specifically taking on a defensive approach to Aries' typical fast yet offensive one. Despite the unnoticeable change in Aries' move-set, the fans weren't able to identify the lack of emphasis with every spot. 

Unbeknownst to the WWE Universe, Divas in positions like Naomi and the Bellas weren't trained to take powered slams neither were they trained to give them out. Thankfully, when training with the likes of Aries, she wasn't much of a rule follower anyways. 

As they keep going, Aries' approach then switches to take on the fast paced, arial based luchadore style adopted from her father. She notices that Naomi was slowing down, winded and fighting for her breath.

The dancer climbs the top rope, going for a crossbody; however, she overcalculated the landing. With ease, Aries' arms wrap around her torso to catch the woman as they fall back. Aries’ sell coming off as a cushion for Naomi's landing.

Naomi gets the pin on her, but Trinity as the athlete was not happy with her own performance. As they meet up backstage, Ezmeralda pulls her into a hug.

"You did good, love. We'll definitely have to work on your in-ring stamina, but you have the skills and can hit the spots. How'd it feel?"

She shakes her head, "I loved getting that chance, but I do wish for Ariane to be there cause that's all I know."

Ezmeralda nods, "I know, love, it's gonna be alright. You'll just have to talk this out and see how to solve this tension or find a way to keep yourselves connected." Trinity nods, the two walking further backstage.

Next chapter is gonna take a different turn with more Ezmeralda and Josh moments especially with Natalya's bachelorette party in Vegas coming up.

[spyderlondon]

Zooble x Jax

A/N: Hope ya don't it being @burrotello's boxer au because I had a tough time figuring out what to write with no prompt

CW: Violence, intense make out scene

On the Ropes

"Heeeey, Zoobs~" A certain purple rabbit called over to the hulking mix match boxer that was currently sitting in the locker room packing away their dirty gear so they could get their stuff clean.

Zooble's eye twitched in irritation as they heard the voice call out to them from the doorway. They turned their triangular head to look at Jax, finding that he was casually leaning against the doorway. He had his annoyingly signature wide, toothy smirk on his face and his eyes sent a challenge, "What do you want, Jackrabbit?" They questioned, trying to keep their tone as even as possible despite their hatred for him.

Jackrabbit, or what most people called him, Jax, snickered at the grouchy response. He took it in stride, used to everyone's dislike of him- it was rare for anyone to even give a crap about him and that's how he liked it. But Zooble? They were fun to bother since they actually fought back and made teasing them an actual challenge- that and they were second on the leaderboard, just under him. He hopped on over to them with a slight mocking hum under his breath, "C'mon now~" He coaxed them to calm down a little as he jumped up on the bench next to the second rated boxer, putting his elbow against one of their arms rather casually, "I was merely going to offer a spar between the both of us since we both got matches coming up this week."

Zooble scoffed as they pulled their arm away, making the rabbit lose a bit of balance before he quickly regained it, "We all know you play dirty." They narrowed their eyes at him, "Whose to say that you won't do something to make me unable to fight tomorrow?" They tapped gazelle hoof while shutting their locker door.

"Oh! C'mon! Have a little bit of faith in me!" He retorted but his smirk didn't waver as his amusement remained. He saw their complete and utter distrust which made him roll his eyes and raise his hands up in innocence, "I just have a lot of energy left after my last match and I was thinkin' that you'd be tough enough to help me release it. Honest." He admitted, letting his expression fall to a far more genuine one.

The Alalgam let out a groan then sighed, sticking their hand out to Jackrabbit, "Fine. But, if I win, you have to stop playing pranks on everyone for a week- that includes you cheating." Their tone was gruff and serious.

The purple rabbit pouted at the deal, his ears falling a bit. Then he thought about what that meant and he immediately lit up, "Oh! Oh!" He exclaimed with a mischievous chuckle, "Does that mean if I win, you'll help me play an over the top prank?!" He questioned excitedly, his little purple puffball tail wagging rapidly.

They ran a hand down their face with a groan- they were going to regret this but... "Yes." They affirmed.

"DEAL!" He grinned eagerly as he clasped the hand they held out to seal the agreement.

Zooble looked at the excitedly mischievous rabbit with a grimace- they were definitely already regretting this.

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Able looked over at the two boxers that were in the ring, "Can we try to make this quick, you two?" He deadpanned as he leaned lightly against the scoreboard, "And avoid too many injuries? I rather not be blamed if you two can't fight tomorrow." His sharp gaze was mainly on his boxer, Jackrabbit, when he said that.

Jax rolled his eyes, his long ears tilting towards his manager, "Alright~ No need to glare at me that much." He scoffed, holding back his want to call Able 'Cardface'. He moved to his place across from The Amalgam, cracking his knuckles.

"I just want to put this asshole in his place." Zooble drawled, "I won't break any bones, no matter how much he deserves it." They took their place across from the rabbit, getting ready for the spar. They looked almost bored.

The cards sighed before standing up straight, "One round. Whoever knocks out three times or has their opponent down for a count of ten, wins!" He announced to the two fighters, "Ready?" He looked at the two to make sure they were in position and prepared.

DING!!

The match began with the ring of the bell.

The Jackrabbit was the first to move- racing up to The Amalgam and immediately began to let out a flurry of quick-timed punches all up and down their upper torso and face. Zooble had moved their large arms to block the rapidly moving punches right before the rabbit could begin to land any of his punches on them- it was known throughout the boxers that he usually tended to go for his "Knockdown" attack in the beginning of his matches so he could start powering up the move right away so it was always best to block before beginning to fight against him.

Once Jax finally got tired of punching and began to backpedal away, Zooble took that as their chance to attack with some strikes of their own- they weren't nearly as fast as the other boxers, especially not Jackrabbit, but their strength came more from feinting and striking from where their opponents least expected it.

The rabbit bobbed and weaved most of the attacks, even being able to counter a few while getting off a few more flurry of punches anytime he saw an opening. After getting enough hits in, he was able to hit the mix matched boxer hard enough to have to fall to the ground.

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The Amalgam was able to stand back up with a newfound fury in their eyes that actually made The Jackrabbit gulp silently, "I suggest you grit your teeth, rabbit." They narrowed their eyes as they quickly moved their way over to him, dodging any punch that went their way until they were able to land a strong punch to his cheek before he had the chance to backpedal or duck. He landed hard on the ground with a thud.

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Jax was able to use the ropes near him help him stand back up, rubbing his cheek in pain, "Ugh... Stupidly strong..." He grumbled under his breath. He took a moment to shake off the pain before getting back to the fight.

Several minutes passed as the two of them continued their spar, each of them were able to knock the other down once each which caused them to be at the point where one more knockout would win either of them the spar.

They continued to trade blows as well as countering, blocking and dodging other blows. After a while, Zooble had cornered Jax onto one side of the ring and against the ropes- both of them were breathing heavily and feeling exhausted from the longer than expected spar

The purple rabbit's long ears were pinned against his head in frustration at being close to beaten by a boxer lower on the leaderboard, he glared while panting hard. He saw their fist begin its travel towards his stomach and he made a split second decision-

He grabbed the fist while going on his toes so he could reach over and kiss Zooble, holding them their with one of his hands grabbing the back of their head.

Zooble's eyes widened in shock, their fist stopping in its tracks as they processed what was happening. Before pressing against his lips harder which led him to fighting back. They ended up making out so hard that Jax slipped and fell on his back in the ring... yet that didn't stop them. Both of them determined to claim dominance over their opponent even if it meant with kisses fueled by frustration and a need to win.

Able stared at the two that were currently rolling around in the boxing ring, making out like the title of champion depended on who lasted the longest. His eyes twitched before simply just turned and left the room- not dealing with this anymore.

[another-identityofmine]

let me be your teddy bear 18+

I-I-um, y-you don’t hafta d-do any of this,” he stammers out, as you position yourself between his spread thighs.

he’s pretty in this vulnerable state. Blue shimmering eyes of awe and wonder with a hint of hunger stare down at you. You lick your lips to his manspread figure, all open and ready for you to use.

When your pretty lil hands slide over his dark blue cargo jeans, grazing just barely ontop of the curved bulge, his breathing already stutters. His lil tummy heaving slightly, and you smile at the way it does. Boldly, you push up his shirt to show his golden curly happy trail that awaits your eyes’ treasure.

his head falls back when you pull off his garments to pool wih his dress shoes and he immediately tilts his head back to look at your reaction to his cock.

Your eyes widen, he was absolutely beautiful…and mouthwatering. His length was generous in length and width, and his thin foreskin that hugs on the tip. His pink, sensitive tip. With a shiny, yumny clear syrup that thickly rolls down his cock.

“y-you can b-back o-out a-anytime.” His words claim but at the way his cock twitches heavily on his stomach, tells you that he needs a burning release and you shake your head.

“s’okay, e, c’mon just lay back and let me tend my duties.” You hum as you place your warm hands onto his plump thick thighs that hug your shoulders. He nods and purses his lips, oblivious to what you were going to do.

One hand gently wraps around his base while the other hand fists on top, and the feeling is already so fucking good.

His head dipped back, as your hands wetly slid lubed by his precum and it’s when he opens his eyes and looks down, he nearly orgasms prematurely.

He didn’t know what the hell it was, but he loves the sight. You on your knees with your doe eyes looking into his, as your lil hands twist on his cock that’s red and sticky.

And you can tell he loves it, especially by the way his cock hardened under your touch, nearly jumped as his plump juicy balls swell.

“f-fuck, a-aw- awh.” Is all he mutters out, but you were just beginning. You then lean your head down, and he feels the ticklish wave of your hair on his lap but then the massive sensations of a hot-searing suction of his cock.

his hips immediately buck into your face, but you’re prepared as you train your throat to take him and he whines at the warm feeling that swallows his cock. His belly heaves and nudges your forehead as your nose is buried in his soft, blonde pubes.

he’s so sensitive, and you love it. As his fleshy length prods at your throat, your eyes water while his blue eyes roll to the back of his head.

his clammy sweaty hands stable himself as his legs bend slightly and he lets out the prettiest whimper that is morphed into a scream of pleasure by your tongue.

You immediately swallow around him and one hand cups his balls to gingerly massage his sacs of semen.

With careful hands, he shakily places them on your head and begs. “M-mama, yes, yes, nrgh, m-more p-please.” He whimpers and his eyebrows furrow, his eyes screwed close and he just needs a relief.

you oblige, pulling your mouth off to drag your hot tongue to his balls, and he pants softly, then tapping your shoulder when your hands firmly fist his huge cock.

“S-shit, ah, m-mama, m’coming, please, please, please, please,” he whines out and when you latch your tongue back to his sensitive tip, he cums heavily.

ropes to ribbons of thick, salty white cream coat your tongue and he wasn’t ready when he pulled his cock out of your lips and saw his mess. His eyes were a hazy dark blue and he just felt so dizzy in arousal.

You swallowed it and his manhood, glistening and still hard twitches on his meaty thigh, and he combs through your hair, “thank you s-s-s’much mama, y-ya treat me s’good, thank you.”

let me be your teddy bear.

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what up girls and gays, it's 2am and wide awake so here's some boris smut for ya

plsss reblog if you like this!

drug sex//borisxfemreader

summary: boris, your boyfriend, has the house to himself tonight and can't wait to use it to his advantage. little bit of a plot and lots of smut.(he's aged up to 18 and you're 17)

warnings: choking,drug abuse, alcohol abuse,mention of a safe word, edging, p in v, oral(fem receiving), daddy kink, overstimulation, rope play, dominant boris, sub reader, mention of physical abuse, !not proof read!

story posted: 7/18/24

translations for polish words at the bottom of the story🤍

(don’t do drugs kids- a former addict)

lowercase intended

it's the middle of the school day and you still have yet to see your boyfriend. of course he was notorious for not coming to school, but he promised to try harder, it was senior year for you two after all. you can't help feeling lonely, boris was your only friend at your school, other then theo who of course was out somewhere helping his father with something sketchy. as you walked to lunch your phone began to ring, you picked it up to see the familiar contact photo of you and boris on a old swing set at your house. you answer the call immediately with, “where are you? you said you would try harder to come to school this year.". he responded back in his broken english, "could not make it today. will pick you up after. you spend the night with me?". you thought about your boyfriends request for a moment and responded, "is your father home?" , you had always hated boris's dad. he was a drunk and always beat up boris. usually if you two were having sleepovers it would be at theo's house or your own, since your dad was out of the picture and your mom frequently traveled for work. sometimes boris wouldn't even tell you he was sleeping over at your house, you would fall asleep and wake up to him coming in through your window and climbing into bed with you. boris responded to your question, "nie, gone. left this morning won't be back soon.". that was a relief you thought to yourself, "sure i can stay tonight, but your coming to school with me tomorrow." "yes i can come tomorrow with you, thank you Miłość.”, he said sounding excited. you both said your goodbyes and you sat down at your lunch table. the rest of the day was pretty typical. you went to class after lunch, sat alone in the back of the class room, and waited for the day to be over. you were reading your book in your last period when you heard the bell ring. you quickly got up, put your book in your bag and began to walk towards the student parking lot. when you got outside of the schools double doors you immediately saw him in his beat up 1985 volvo. you walked up to the car door as he rolled down the window, "get in księżniczka", he said with a smirk on his face and sunglasses shielding his eyes. you jumped into the car and threw your book bag in the back. you quickly gave him a peck on the cheek and leaned back into your seat. "how was your day N/ N?", he asked while putting the car in drive and pulling out of his parking spot. "it was lonely without you." you smiled and gave him a playful nudge on his shoulder. he winced for a split second then immediately smiled back at you, "i know księżniczka, but i could not make it today, was too busy.", he said putting his hand on your thigh and driving out of the parking lot. you giggled to yourself as "too busy" for boris typically meant waking up at 2pm and playing his stupid war video games. he looked at the road and turned into his neighborhood. you always loved that his house was so close to school, yet he always insisted that he pick you up instead of just letting you walk to his house. he pulled into his driveway, parked his car and leaned into give you a long kiss. you finally broke it off when you opened your door and climbed out of the car, you left your book bag so you wouldn't have to worry about getting it in the morning. "it's messy", he warned when you got to the front door of his house. this was no surprise to you, boris's house was always messy. you didn't blame him though, you blamed his neglectful father for never cleaning up after himself. as you opened the door you immediately saw two empty bottles of vodka and looked at him. "one from last night, one from the morning, stopped drinking it 5 hours before picking you up, no more driving while drunk like you said." ,he assured you before you could even ask him. you patted him on his head,

"thank you bor.", as you began to walk into the main room of his house you saw small trickles of blood on the floor and his dinner table broken.

you turned to him and studied him. his sunglasses were still on,and he had taken his flannel off to reveal a white shirt with small blood stains on it. you walked up to him and took off his sunglasses to see his right eye swollen and bruised. "oh boris, was this from last night or this morning?",you said very gently tracing your finger on the outline of his bruise. "both", he said looking down at you, "eye from last night, body from this morning.". he lifted up his shirt to show you a pattern of black and blue bruises, and small cuts on his torso and shoulders. you were horrified but not suprised, his dad always beat him up. you knew if you asked him too many questions about it he would get angry and shut down from having to relive the moment. you realized that this must have been why his father wasn't home. he had gotten drunk, beat up his son, and left on one of his drunken benders. it didn't happen frequently that he would leave after abusing boris, but enough for you to know he wouldn't be back for a few days or until he had blown whatever money he had out gambling. you quickly took boris's hand, and led him upstairs to his bathroom. he had not yet even cleaned the blood from his body, there were still wooden splinters from the dinner table in his skin. you sat him on the edge of the tub and got a pair of tweezers out from under the sink. you removed the splinters while he looked down at you with caring eyes. you didn't understand how anyone could ever hurt this boy, and why it seemed you were the only who took care of him. after getting the last small wooden spike out of his shoulder, you ran warm water over a towel you found on the side of the shower. you gently rubbed the dried blood off of his body and put Neosporin on his small wounds.

“thank you Mój miłość”, he says standing up and placing a kiss on your lips. “boris,”, you look up at him, “promise me that you’ll start telling me when this happens, instead of just waiting for me to find out?”. “don’t like to worry you N/N, doesn’t hurt too bad.”, you sigh knowing there’s not getting through to him. as you start to grab his hand and turn away to leave the bathroom he stops you. he looks up at you and points to the shower, “we shower now?”. you look back at him with confusion. usually when something like this happens you assume he just wants to cuddle you while you tell him how much you love him, but from the look in his eyes and the smirk on his face you quickly realize that he has other plans. “are you sure love? we can just cuddle and watch movies.”, you tell him lightly rubbing his cheek. “i want you słodka dziewczyna.”, he says pulling you into a kiss. his eyes light up as he remembers something, “i was saving these, but can we take tonight?”, he says pulling a baggie of pills labeled “E” from his pocket. you examine the baggie in his hand. you have done drugs with boris before, hell you met him when you asked theo where to buy Xanax and he took you to see boris, but you didn’t recognize these pills. you take the baggie and look at him, “what are these, i’ve never seen these before?”. “called ecstasy, they make you..how you say..want to have fun?”, you giggle. “i know what ecstasy is boris, they make you like super horny, i’ve just never seen them in real life before.”, of course you’ve read about them and seen shows, you’ve just never seen them in the flesh, before now.

he smirks at your words, “so you’ve never tried?”. “no i don’t think so.”, you say feeling slightly embarrassed , knowing he’s tried anything and everything he could get his hands on. he chuckles, “you’ll love these, i promise księżniczka.”. you smiled and too a deep breath as he fidgeted with the bag, “are you 100% sure you’re up for this bor?”, you said hoping he wasn’t doing this for your sake. he finally managed to open the baggie with his lengthy fingers and took a pill out, “very sure.”, he said beginning to crush up the pill. he took another pill out of the bag and crushed it in a separate pile from the first one, “this one for you, okay?”, he said his brown eyes looking at you to try and read your face. “ok, fuck it let’s do it.”, you respond pulling your hair into a low ponytail behind your head. “wait, not it all, too much for you.”, he said quickly scooping a little less than half of the power back into the baggie. he looked at you fast, then bent down sniffing the power up into his flaring nostrils, coming up with his eyes closed and head tilled back. you followed his example, and put one finger on your left nostril and sniffed the power with your right. you looked up, confused and not feeling anything. he noticed the confusion on your face, “will take about 5 minutes to work księżniczka.”, he said reassuring you. he began to turn on the shower and get undressed looking at you as a sign to do the same. you strip off your hoodie and shorts, followed by your underwear and bra. as you did so, his eyes grew impatient and fixed on every inch of you. before you could realize what was happening he kissed you, shoving his tounge on yours, and licking the roof of your mouth. you kissed him back passionately fighting for control, but ultimately was overpowered by his tounge into submission. he broke off the kiss stepping into the shower and holding his hand out to you, you took his hand and stepped in after him.

as soon as the water hit your body reality warped. you felt as if you were wrapped in a million fuzzy blankets. you blinked a few times and realized how much you loved the way you were feeling. boris reached for your shoulders and turned you around to study your face, he chuckled, “you like eh?”. you nodded your head fast and examined his face, taking in just how beautiful he was. his black curls damp with shower water, his glossy brown eyes, his dimples that were so prominent when he smiled, and the ever so tiny freckle on his right cheek beside his nose. you have never see a greater beauty in your whole life. you immediately moved your hand from your side trying to find his dick without wanting to look away from his mesmerizing face, as soon as he realized what you were doing he roughly grabbed your hand. “nie nie nie N/N, you know rules, you first, then me.”, he said leaning into you ear with a whisper that made you moan. he kept his eyes locked on yours as he found your throbbing clit, smirking and circling his finger as you moaned his name. “fuck boris, fuck fuck fuck!”, you moaned loud enough for his neighbors to hear(that is if he lived in a place that had neighbors), but you didn’t care. his fingers had never felt so good before, and the last thing on your mind were the noises coming out of your mouth. as you put your forehead on his shoulder, his mouth drew close to your ear as he whispered, “no dziewczynka, you know my name.”. you knew precisely what boris was referring to, he wanted you to call him daddy. this was something you admittedly enjoyed, but you could never correct yourself without blushing a deep red, it was something he simply insisted on being called. your head shot back up from boris’s shoulder to make eye contact with him, as you let out throaty deep moans. he looked at you with deep passion, moved a hand to your throat, and started circling you clit even faster. “don’t be embarrassed, is only me y/n.”, he said with his half smile you loved so much. as his fingers sped up you felt your bottom of your stomach forming its familiar knot and knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer, “daddy can i cum, can i cum please?”, you say in a half whimper half moan. you whine as you feel boris quickly remove his finger from your aching clit, “nie, not yet. don’t whine or i make you wait longer, understand?”. you slowly nod your head, trying your hardest not to make any whining noises. you know from experience if boris say something like this, 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙩.

as you bite your tongue to stop any begging words to come out of your lips he slowly falls to his knees, his eyes staring at your growing wetness. he places both of his hands on each side of your outer thighs and pulls at them gesturing you to open your legs. you instantly bat your eyelashes at him pretending to be oblivious to his signals, you know how much trouble this can get you into but you simply want to see his reaction. “don’t play around y/n, open.”, he said harshly. “i don’t know what ur talking about bor.”, you said with a smile planted ever so small on your lips. he thought about this for a moment before turning off the shower, grunting, and flinging you over his shoulder. you didn’t struggle, feeling overly happy and giggly from your high. you always loved how strong he was for such a lanky, skinny, fragile boy, you loved how easily he could toss you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. “where are we going?”, you asked innocently. just as you said the words he flung you off his shoulder on to his bed…well his mattress on the floor. you giggled as you hit the mattress, but he looked at you with what you could only describe and a somewhat smug smirk. “the drugs making you act a brat eh? i have perfect thing for brats.”, he said turning around and walking to his closet. at first you whined when you saw him put a pair of boxers on, but when you saw the rope he had bought (stole) from a hardware store one day while you two were walking around waiting for theo to get a car part for his dad, your eyes lit up with fear and excitement. it was still wrapped up in a zip tie like when he had stolen it at the store. you had always wondered what he had taken it for, but now you understood as he walked towards you, biting the rope free from the zip tie, shoving your arms behind your head, and tying it on them in a harsh knot together. when he was done tying his knot he stepped back at you and looked at you like he was studying a piece of art. “i need something else. stay.”, he said walking out of his room. your eyes wondering around his bare wall that only had a picture of you, him, and theo together all in a pool. you looked at his door when you heard him walking back down the hall, and saw him holding the pair of underwear you had stripped off before getting in the shower. he walked up to the side of his bed and leaned over you, “open.”, he said grabbing your chin so hard it had practically forced you to open you mouth. he shoved the balled up underwear in your mouth and backed up yet again studying you. “perfect.”, he said smiling. as you looked at him wondering what he was going to do next, you saw him palming his hardened cock through his boxers. you moaned into your underwear and tried to sit up, which was to no avail since you were not able to use your hands to help prop yourself up. he moved on to the bed, his legs on either side of you still palming himself, letting out throaty groans. you felt desperate. you’re pleads to let you touch him muffled by the underwear in your mouth. you frantically thrusted your hips up trying to catch friction on his clothed cock. he laughed, “aw księżniczka, i know, but we have to have punishments, yes?”, he said with his smug, low voice.

you looked up to him trying to beg through your eyes for some type of relief. as you looked at him, you swore you could see a idea hit his brain from the glimmer in his eyes. “maybe we do a different type of punishment eh?”, he said slowly moving from over you to beside you. you nodded your head quickly, hoping this new punishment might include him touching you, or at least you touching yourself. he put his fingers on the underwear in your mouth, “if i move these do you promise to be good girl?”, you nodded frantically once again. he took the underwear out from your mouth and kissed you roughly, as his fingers trailed up and down your thighs. he moved his mouth from yours and began kissing, licking, and leaving bites, working all the way down your body. when get got to your thighs he pulled them apart harshly, admiring your wetness. he traced a finger up and down your folds collecting your slick, as you let out loud moans. “mmm fuck bor, please don’t stop.”, you said thrusting yourself onto his fingers. he moved his hand from your folds to quickly tuck his hair behind his ear, before diving into your pussy with his tongue. boris had ALWAYS been so amazing at going down on you, never moving his head, only his tongue. tonight was no different, except for the fact that it felt a million times better. his tongue traced small fast circles around your clit, as his middle and index finger slid in and out of you. it took everything in your power to not scream so loud that someone passing by would think you were being murdered. as he sped up his fingers, going in and out of you at the perfect pace, you could feel your orgasm growing. you let out a pathetic whimpering, “boris mmm fuck, i-fuck fuck, i’m gonna cum!”, he nodded his head slightly, never leaving your clit, as a sign of approval. you immediately came all over his fingers, fists clenched so hard your fingernails were probably imprinting on your skin. he continued for twenty more seconds allowing you to ride out your high before getting up and immediately pulling down his boxers. “fuck boris wait a second let me catch my-“, you tried to say, but you were cut off when he thrusted his full length into you. “nie, my turn now. you didn’t like other punishment, so we do this one now. you know your word.”, he said sternly. he was right, you did know your word. you had discussed it one night when you brought up the subject of “cnc”, your word was red, and you were not planning on using it right now. your pussy so sensitive, it almost hurt, but mostly his length felt fucking incredible. stretching your walls, his balls slamming into your ass, his hand groping your tit, as the other one pressed on the bed to support his weight. you let high pitched whimpers, as he let out throaty groans, speaking to you in polish, “kurwa, jesteś taka ciasna, księżniczko.”. you had no idea what the words are,but for some reason hearing him speak like that in his thick accent had you on the verge yet again. as he saw your face starting to contort he quickly said, “nie, not yet. you wait.”. you tried your hardest to not release, you could feel he was about to finish, his thrusts growing sloppy, and the low groans and praises in russian he gave you. you managed to wait, keeping yourself on the edge before he suddenly said, “now, you cum now y/n.”, you did exactly what you were told. your pussy clenching around his dick, your lower stomach releasing the knot in it. he let you ride out your high before pulling himself out of you and cuming on your stomach. “fuck.”, you both said as he fell beside you. you breathed heavy as he got up and picked a tshirt up from his floor, cleaning you off and untying your hands. he placed a cigarette between your now free fingers, and plopped back down beside you. you sat up and held the cigarette to your mouth, as he lit it with a golden lighter. you placed your head on his chest, taking a drag from the cigarette and passed it to him. he took it with a wide smile, “you like eh? those were fun, yes?”. you looked up at him, “those were the most fun i’ve ever had.”.

still coming down from your high you began to close you eyes, listening to him whisper how much he loved you. you responded back telling him how much you loved him. “y/n.” ,he said suddenly, you opened your eyes looking up at him, “hm?”, you responded sleepily. “you never leave,ok?”, he said almost as a statement rather than a question. “i’ll never leave”, you told him as his arm pulled you closer to him. you fell asleep, as he finished his cigarette and closed his eyes with you stroking your hair.

translations:

•Miłość- love

•księżniczka- princess

•nie- no

•Mój miłość- my love

•słodka dziewczyna- sweet girl

•kurwa, jesteś taka ciasna, księżniczko- fuck, you’re so tight princess.

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[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 19: Prepare For Battle

Every day I am exposed to sin and misdeeds. Sometimes I wonder if the slate can be cleaned.

Lord your blessings are so blindly insulted, ignored by the naïve who assume freedom. Will the thickened plot improve, or are we all close to impending doom?

“Don’t go. You can’t go.”

“I need to, Finn.” My breathing jumps. “I’m sorry.”

“No!” The young Shelby refuses. “You’re not a spy. I’ll talk to Tommy-!”

“It doesn’t matter. He won’t trust me.”

We hear the door open and Arthur steps in, his face blank and cold. He slumps onto the couch and stares at the floor.

“Where were you, Arthur?”

My words do little to stir him. “Tried to hang myself. The rope snapped.”

Suicide. “God’s plan for you is not finished, Arthur Shelby.”

He grunts. Does that mean he agrees or is just in shock?

“Polly mentioned you were leaving?”

“Yes.”

“I first thought you were a spy,” Arthur begins and shifts in his seat. “But you ain’t. You’re too nice.”

“I thought the same way about Grace,” I mutter darkly under my breath. “Look how that ended.”

Polly walks in and sees I’m still packing. “There’s nothing we can do to convince you to stay?”

More tears pool in my eyes but I press on. “I can’t keep this up, Polly. Being pulled by both sides, being accused of being a spy.”

“We don’t think that. Tommy does.”

I open my mouth to respond but I’m interrupted when the door opens again. I already know it’s Thomas by his footsteps. Quickly I head down the hall to my room and shut the door. I have no want to speak with him now. When he gets to the living room his relatives begin arguing about his conviction of me.

“She knows things, Pol. How do we know she’s not a spy?”

“I wasn’t educated properly either!” Polly justifies. “You do not need a school to teach you, Tommy! How can you do that to her? After all the help she’s done?”

“She can’t go!” Finn whines.

“Where is she?” I hear Thomas ask gruffly.

“Shut up in her room. She doesn’t want to see you and I can't blame her.”

“I need to talk to her.”

No no no! If he comes in here my temper will snap and someone will get hurt. Or something gets broken. 

Knock knock.

No. No!

Not a sound. I make no move to open the door- But he opens it anyway and walks right in. I can tell he slept with her. It’s all over his dumbass face. After all he accused me of, I'm appalled how he can even have the nerve to face me.

“You’re still here?”

Cigarette smoke hangs in a halo over his devilish face. Do I try reasoning or do I let my Irish side flare out?

“I’m here for everyone but you, Mr. Shelby,” I reply stiffly. “Unlike you, every other member of your family seems to appreciate my help and not accuse me of being a spy.”

He walks further into the room and sits down on my bed. “You can’t blame me, love. Times have been hard.”

Love. The pet name sends my blood boiling. “I can be harder. If my trust is so worthless now then it’s a miracle I’m still here.”

“You really are leaving?” 

Why does he have to ask so casually? Would he even hate to see me go?

“Yes. I have resources elsewhere that can get me home.” I’ve been meaning to visit Uncle Colon anyway.

“At least come out and visit before you do,” Thomas asks. “They’ll miss you.”

They will. Not him. Why should I care? Jesus Thomas, what are you doing to me?

Without a word I stand up from the floor and defiantly walk past him into the hall, back to the living room. I will spend whatever hours I have left for their sake, not his. Finn looks up from his book and glares at Thomas.

“This is your fault.”

His older brother says nothing and looks over at Arthur, who’s still shaken up.

“So Polly told ya?” he grunts.

“Yep.” Thomas keeps his eyes away from Finn’s glare as he pours some tea. “You should have used a gun.”

My jaw drops. Is he serious?

“Are you laughing at me, Tom?” Arthur asks.

“Yeah. Just when things are starting to go right, Arthur, you do this.”

I can’t even stand to hear the rest. I grab my book and head for the kitchen, hearing bits and pieces about shareholders and more business talk. Whatever Thomas says must be good news to Arthur because I hear him chuckle.

“Our boys at the station tell me the copper’s headed out of town. We’re in the clear.”

No you’re not, Thomas. Far from it. If Grace is still around then no one can be trusted. 

An hour goes by and the chatting dies down. Eventually Arthur walks in and when he sees me he gives a deep sigh.

“I know you’re one for all that religious stuff. Think God will forgive me?”

“For suicide, or the killings?” I drone.

“Fair point.” He walks over and picks out a bottle of whiskey. “When will you go?”

I take a deep breath and close my book. “Despite my deep disliking for Thomas right now, those plans have been postponed. You lot have enough of a mess to go over so I’ve taken it upon myself to help Polly keep house since Ada’s been away.”

He doesn’t smile or burst into happy chants. Arthur simply pours a small glass and slides it to me. “That’s very noble of you, Steenstra. I guess we’re both stuck somewhere we don’t wanna be.”

“I guess we are.”

For the rest of the night I stay secluded in my room. Arthur must have told Polly and Finn I’m staying because they both come to say goodnight instead of goodbye. Thomas must still be in the dark, either that or he doesn’t care that I’m staying. 

Now it’s morning. Thank God he’s not here.

“Esme, why are men so stupid sometimes?” I wonder out loud as we fold laundry.

The new member of the Shelby family thinks for a moment. “They’re headstrong, which is why they need women like us to tame them.”

I rub my temples. “Yes. And what are we supposed to do when we’re too stubborn to put up with men?”

“Does this have to do with Thomas?”

This is why John was quick to love her so much. Esme is not stupid, far from it. She doesn’t beat around the bush and grabs the bull by the horns. Maybe she can join me and Ada’s new girl group.

“I know I should be happy for him. He’s my boss. His profit and good well-being affects my job. But then why does my chest still hurt when he mentions Grace?” I sigh deeply and lower my head to stare sadly at the floor. “I see it in his eyes, Esme. He loves her. Why am I so upset about something I should have no business in?”

The Gypsy woman sits next to me and hugs my shoulders. “Because you love him too. The way I see it is that you’re being the better woman and letting go of your feelings to give him happiness, and that is something I deeply admire about you.”

A loud snore comes from the living room and interrupts the touching moment. Arthur must have drank himself to sleep last night. 

Thud!

Rushed footsteps echo down the hall and an out-of-breath Ada stands in the doorway, holding a sleeping Karl.

“Don’t leave!” She gasps.

Esme presses her lips together and hurries down the hall to John’s room. She also knows when to keep to herself.

“Ada, calm down. I’m not leaving.” I put a hand on her shoulder and usher her to sit down. “You came back?”

“I had to! I’m not going to let Thomas drive away any friend of mine!” She huffs and rocks Karl in her arms. “Yesterday Polly stopped by and said he yelled at you. That you were going back to America. Please don’t!”

“I’m not, I’m not,” I assure her. “There’s far too much chaos going on here for me to leave yet.”

Just then Thomas speeds past where Ada and I are sitting, ignoring us completely. The gangster walks over to Arthur and shakes him awake.

“Arthur, go home. Get bathed, check your kit, check your weapons.”

Arthur groans and rubs his eyes. “Why? What’s going on?”

“We’re doing it today.”

He finally sees us and gives a quick wave.

“Care to tell me what ‘it’ is?” I raise a brow.

“Details to follow.” He pats my shoulder and goes the same route Esme took.

“Where are you off to now?”

“Off to round up John. No doubt he’s getting familiar with Esme.”

Must be another thing John fell in love with. She’s just as horny as he is. So if the Blinders are carrying out the rumble with Kimber today, what are us girls supposed to do? I should ask Polly.

Setting the basket aside, I get up and pass through the wooden doors to the bullring.

Polly stands off to the side holding her cross. “Dear Lord, make this day pass well. Let none get hurt and make them that do not Shelbys. Watch John because he has so many depending on him. Watch Arthur because he’s as likely to hurt himself as anyone else. Watch Thomas. I know how he is, but he does what he does for us. I think. Amen.”

I’ve kept silent to give her privacy and I hear Thomas come up from behind. Polly sees both of us and tries to show a stern face.

“Used to do that everyday during the war. I’d hoped I’d done it for the last time.”

“Today will be the last time, Pol,” Thomas promises. “After today there will be no more need for prayers.”

The Romanian woman doesn’t say more as she passes past us back to the kitchen, only stopping to give my shoulder a squeeze. I’m glad I’m choosing to stay because if things go south today she’s going to need all the support she can get.

“You better mean that, Thomas,” I warn. “Polly can’t afford any more stress over what might happen to you and your brothers. And for the record, there is always a need for prayer.”

Thomas stays quiet and begins polishing his pistol. What is it with this family? The only time anyone talks is to reprimand or discuss murder!

I walk back into the living room to find Polly and Ada fussing over little Karl, but there’s a clouded look on Polly’s face.

“They took my children from me. And they never told me where they took them. And they did it because they could and I was weak.” She points a finger at Ada. “But they will never take your baby away from you. Do you know why? Because Tommy won’t let them. Because Tommy won’t let them walk all over us. He has brought strength and power to this family, because he knows you have to be as bad and powerful as them in order to survive.”

The Shelby sister looks between Polly and me with conflicted eyes. I understand why she’s torn. We both know Thomas’ intentions are for the good of the family but sometimes he can be too rash with his thinking.

“I’m telling you this because I want you to forgive him,” Polly says. “You too, Verena.”

“How can I? How can I when Freddie is rotting in jail because of him?”

“Yeah, Polly. Even if Thomas didn’t tattle about Freddie it’s this business with the guns that led Campbell here to begin with. Why should I forget that he threw away my integrity for a lying barmaid?”

Polly stands up and holds her arms out to gather us into a huddle. “There’s something about today you need to know. Both of you girls need to know. You’ll find out soon enough at the meeting.”

Ada and I exchange looks. “What meeting? When is it?”

Just then the door opens and John sticks his head in. “They’re here.”

Polly nods to me. “Right now.”

Back inside the bullring, all the Shelbys and Peaky Blinders have gathered to discuss today’s mysterious event. Polly instructs us to keep hidden behind the door. Thomas stands at the front, as if he were a general addressing his army.

“Right. I’ve brought you all here today because this is the day we replace Billy Kimber. This is the day we become respectable, the day we join the official National Association of Race Course Bookmakers. But first, we do the dirty work. We’ve all known this day’s been coming. I just haven’t told anyone the date.”

He pauses to let the words sink in. Of course there’s a catch to Thomas going legally straight. 

“We’re going to the Worcester races. Track opens at one, we get there at two. Thanks to the efforts of John and his lovely new wife Esme, the Lees are now our kin. I can assure you John is making great sacrifices for our condition of peace.”

Snickers and muffled laughs echo throughout the room and John rolls his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

Very mature, Thomas. Joke about the relations between a man and wife.

“So it’s us and the Lees against Kimber. I expect a swift victory that will reach all the way to London to let them know that we believe in letting business run peacefully.” Thomas pauses again and makes his next words very clear. “I will deal with Kimber. Any questions?”

A few seconds go by and Polly speaks up. “Yes. Does anyone mind if I invite a newcomer to the meeting?” 

No one objects and Ada steps out from behind the door, holding her new child close. Thomas immediately smiles at the arrival of his sister. She’s home.

“I’d like to introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan,” Thomas says proudly.

For a while there’s an awkward silence. But it’s soon interrupted by a thunderous applause to the wide-eyed babe. 

“Welcome home, Ada,” Thomas greets softly.

“Let me look at ‘im!” Arthur smiles proudly at the new Shelby. “He’s a strong lad, he is! He’s a Shelby.”

Thomas walks up to her and I see her scan his face for sincerity. “Ada? Am I forgiven?”

Ada nods. “If what Aunt Polly says is true, yeah.”

“It’s true.”

Ada smiles and they embrace in a long-awaited hug. It warms my heart to see siblings together again. Someday I’ll get home and be able to see my own brothers again. Conor and Liam will probably scold me for not writing. Eoin and Abel will want to see me fire a gun. Nicolaas and his wife will want me to have lunch with them.

Arthur points to where I’m hiding and pulls me out. “You’ll be guarding the house, Steenstra.”

“Finn’s going too, I imagine? Off to learn the family business of violence, hm?”

“Absolutely,” Thomas walks up. “Unfortunately you ladies will be staying behind.”

My face falls. I’m stuck here? “Why can’t I-?”

“Because there’s no one else I trust more than you to guard my sister and her child. If things go wrong I want you with them.”

Oh. Does he trust me? I’ve been accepted as an accomplice to the Peaky Blinders but now I’ve been given the honor of protecting a predecessor. Thomas seems to have completely forgotten about thinking I could be a spy. Careful, Verena. You’re letting your heart get crushed by a man who knows no love.

“We’re stopping by the Garrison for a drink before we go,” Thomas mentions to John.

So he’ll see Grace again. I can already tell what he’s thinking. After seeing John so happy with Esme there’s no doubt he’s thinking about marriage. If not already it’ll be in his head soon.

Before he marches out with the other Shelby brothers I stop him. “God be with you, Thomas. Send my hopes to the others as well.”

His battle-ready gaze softens. “Thanks for being here, Verena. It means a lot. Especially to Ada.”

It’s not exactly an apology but I’ll take it. I just hope today isn’t blotched with any unwanted death.

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You chose: Beg for Tinny’s help. What do I have to lose?

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You crane your head to watch as Tinny leans on the railing and waves her arms at someone. “Hey! Blondie! Come up here!” she shouts.

Then she returns to you, checking over your restraints.

“Please,” you whisper, making an effort to sound as pitiful as possible. “Please, Tinny. Help me. We can even make it look like an accident. Just leave the ropes a little loose. I’ll slip out on my own tonight. You will not be blamed.”

Tinny raises an eyebrow. “Then what would ya do, hm? We’re miles from land.”

Shit, she’s right. You might be able to gather the strength to fly away, but you’ll probably fall out of the sky before you find land. You’re not the strongest swimmer.

You try and fail to suppress a frustrated sob. “I don’t know. But please, I need help.”

“Sorry, kid. No can do.”

A thudding of footsteps draws her attention behind you. “Gotta job for ya, blondie. Watch the prisoner. Captain says no food and no water till he decides to cooperate.”

“Understood.” The ‘blondie’ in question enters your line of sight, looking at you with open curiosity.

Damn it. He’s attractive. Tall, muscular, rugged but not filthy. He has tanned skin and ivy green eyes and a splash of freckles across his flushed skin. Pointy ears poke out from a halo of curly blond hair.

“Hi,” he says to you. “I’m Onthyes.”

“Ventis,” you return shakily, trying to will the tears on your face to evaporate.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Tinny says, clapping Onthyes’s shoulder. “Don’t let the little freak of nature outta your sight. And don’t let him talk ya into nothin.”

“I won’t,” he assures her.

She leaves you two alone and Onthyes has a seat on a nearby crate. He’s still staring at you. It’s getting unnerving.

“Do I have something on my face?” you snap, your voice still thick with tears.

Onthyes jumps, shaking his head quickly. “No! Well yes, actually. You’re a bit bloody.” He stands and walks over to you. There’s a wet rag slung over his shoulder. He must have been cleaning something before this. He grabs the rag and holds it up to your face, stopping before it touches you.

“Can I clean it off?”

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