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between all the unrelenting holiday festivities at work and family functions over the next 3 weeks, the wedding i'm a bridesmaid in and the logistics of that, fighting for my actual life trying to avoid every bug imaginable at the germ factory school I work at, and all the crushing general holiday season stress, i actually feel like i can't breathe or complete a single thought before another one interrupts it.
#i'm not even doing any of the FUN holiday stuff i actually enjoy bc i either don't have the time or the energy#i have no time to make christmas cookies#i'm not sending out cards this year and waited way too long to make them like a fucking idiot and now its too late and i have no time#i'm not putting up my decorations bc i don't have the energy to even get my decor out#so all the the tiny handful of things that make this time of year year enjoyable for me personally arent getting done#i hate complaining but i just need to vent#i hate when things are just chaotic and non stop#i always crash and burn when it's all over and i'm probably going to end the year sick as fuck from all the stress catching up#tj talks
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unsolved (ii)
Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)
Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky at his little shit supreme, obnoxious reader, mentions of hauntings and the things that come with (body harm, priests, etc). images all have alt texts.
A/N: if you're familiar with the format of BuzzFeed unsolved videos, the pictures in this chapter make more sense. anyway we're starting small to warm up but i assure u there's like actual paranormal shit from next chapter onward <3 thank u for the chaotic response to chapter 1 ily guys sm ! as usual, please send me things you'd like to see in the series! it always make me so happy
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Bucky loves the compound. The sentiment carries a lot, considering he’s made it a non-negotiable part of his personal brand to hate everything.
The lush landscape is quiet, spacious enough that he isn’t forced to run into anyone he’s actively avoiding, and has state-of-the art security that lets him sleep soundly, assured that no one will be able to get to his floor in an assassination attempt.
All of his deep love and fond admiration disappears when it’s the crackass of dawn and his oakwood door receives the beat down of a lifetime.
He snaps awake instantly, unsure of whether there was someone actually trying to kick the shit out of his door or it was just another nightmare that often blurred lines with reality.
But after the third deafeningly loud knock confirms it, he scrambles for a pair of pants just so that he isn’t caught entirely vulnerable.
The thrashing doesn’t cease, and by the time he makes his way to the door and yanks it open–
There’s no one on the other side.
Except a coffee cup on the ground and a note scribbled haphazardly on the side.
Shoot day. See you at the studio!
He stares wordlessly at the cup, unable to differentiate whether the feeling coursing through the very fibres of his being currently is pure blinding rage, or confusion that you apparently knew his coffee order.
The studio is fucking empty. If Bucky wasn’t still reeling from the effects of being startled awake by a fake intrusion at 5am, he’d have been over the damn moon.
He does his part as a man of honour and righteousness– calls out a very quiet ‘Hello?’ and then doesn’t bother feeling guilt when his heart explodes in joy at the lack of response.
He spins on his heel to march out, only to come to an abrupt stop when he almost runs into you. He didn’t even fucking hear you come in.
“Oh, hey.” You look at him, hand on a bagel. “You actually showed.”
Bucky’s smile falters, and he returns to his default Grinchian state.
“You made sure I fuckin’ did,” he grumbles. “How’d you get on my floor?”
“I have my ways.”
Bucky’s glare presses hard into you almost like a palpable entity.
“I did a gig as an escape artist for a while. Paid super well,” you dismiss.
He doesn’t blink once, trying to decipher whether you’re telling him the truth or not.
You offer him a bite from your bagel in return, seemingly having moved on from the conversation already.
“Where’s everyone else?” he asks, turning away from you.
“Maya didn’t actually think you’d show up on time so she told everyone to come an hour later.” You speak through a mostly full mouth. “I figured you could use the company.”
Bucky immediately feels defensive, as if that wasn’t exactly what he tried to do.
He grumbled all through the morning when he saw fifteen text reminders sent to him through the night telling him he had to shoot a video that day. He grumbled when he couldn’t use traffic as an excuse to not show up because the studio is two streets away from the compound. He grumbled when the toaster actually works for once. Everything is right in the world. This was, of course, devastating to him.
He finally shuts up when Sam gives him a piece of gum. Then he just glowers, but his jaw is otherwise occupied.
“She set you on me this morning?” Bucky questions, tone on the verge of being ticked.
You shake your head, swallowing before taking another bite. “No, that was social service.”
Bucky’s eye twitches.
“I’ll come back in an hour,” he mumbles, arms crossed over his chest.
You give him a look that lets him know you’re entirely unconvinced. “Will you?”
Well. No.
“I’m gonna look around the studio. You’re welcome to join,” you say instead, looking past him. “We’ll need to know where we’re working for the next few months.”
Few months? No no– few hours at max, if this were to go exactly his way.
“Video’s not gonna do numbers,” he reminds you in a dull utterance.
“With an enthusiasm like that, it’s hard to see why you’re not universally beloved, Barnes,” you comment seriously, before clapping his shoulder. “Come on. You ever look at yourself in a mirror? You’re gonna be a star, baby.”
Bucky, in his current chosen avatar, looks less 'man of the world' and more 'reject of the jungle’.
But the sentiment is appreciated.
The studio is moderately big.
You find joy in messing around with set pieces of the other Avengers video series that were being shot there. Bucky finds joy in locating every possible escape route within a three foot vicinity.
He’s admittedly surprised by learning how much actually goes into making a simple video. He just figured they’d stick a camera in his face and teleprompt him and get it over it.
You chat animatedly about the use of gimbals and different camera gear, lighting setups and sound quality.
“You into this stuff?” He raises an eyebrow.
“No, I just did a stunt as a wedding videographer once,” you wave off, “It was great. You could always tell which couples were gonna get divorced within a year.”
Something unrecognisable flashes in his eyes.
“Escape artist and wedding videographer,” he repeats.
You stop talking to look at him.
“Yes,” you say simply and go on to provide no further explanation.
If the morning’s antics weren’t enough, now he’s convinced you’re fucking with him.
“Anyway, they’ll probably stick us in makeup before we go on camera because it–”
“Makeup?”
“Well– yeah. For the video.” Your eyes dart toward him, sizing him up in a quick glance. “If you look any paler, you’d basically be translucent.”
Bucky can’t even debate it. His skin looks like it hasn't felt the gentle touch of a sunray in millennia.
“Just say it’s part of the theme.”
You snort. “The first ghost I hunt cannot be one who sits beside me.”
So Bucky gets his makeup done.
By the time the studio fills in, he’s already drunk two cups of the shitty breakroom coffee and found fifteen innocuous things to fashion into weaponry if things were to go awry.
The large bright lights force him to keep wiping beads of sweat away from his forehead. Everything exists in a contrarian state of frenzy, and coordinated down to the second as if it were a damn rocket launch. He’s already had three staff members dart about him cross checking if he’s hydrated and if he’s signed the right forms.
“Oh, you actually showed,” he hears for the second time from Maya, who doesn’t even make an attempt to hide the earnest surprise from her voice.
Bucky wants to scream.
“The team’s picked a really simple case since it’s the first video. You just need to read it out,” she explains breezily, switching from you to him, “and you need to react.”
You flash her a thumbs up. Bucky doesn’t move an inch. He’s convinced it’ll trigger another round of people meddling with his hair until it looks ‘sufficiently casual but not artificial’.
Maya hurriedly leaves after wishing you good luck, probably to fix the walking PR disaster that was Clint, who unceremoniously went live on his Instagram the night before after consuming something he procured from some guy in an alleyway, who described it as ‘carbonated milk’. Bucky watched it for a few seconds and immediately shut down the app when Clint offered to take one article of clothing off for every million people that tuned in.
“I asked for there to be as few people in the room as possible,” you whisper to him.
“Still a lot,” he replies under his breath, watching them buzz around him, still brushing up his face and dabbing at his hairline with a napkin.
Someone hands you a folder full of papers. “We lose any more and we’re filming this video ourselves.”
“All ready!” The camera guy, Shane, announces.
“Copy that,” you call back, before leaning forward in your chair, grinning. “Chill. I’m gonna do the talking. All you gotta do is say a few words and look pretty.”
That sounds…doable.
“Make it fast,” Bucky mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.
Whether he was talking about the video or his death is still up for debate.
“Recording in three…two…one–”
The whole studio waits with bated breath, but Bucky stares right ahead.
“When I said a ‘few words’, I did mean one or two, possibly more,” you talk through your smile.
Bucky continues looking into the camera like it stole his ancestral property.
You exhale, soldiering on, lips still upturned.
You look at Bucky, hopeful that he will at least answer a question. He doesn’t offer the same kindness, and now you understand why Maya reached out to you for this.
So you do what needs to be done, as a person with a responsibility to all these fine and tired souls gathered here on a weekend.
You kick him under the table.
The crew waits for Bucky to say more. He very pointedly doesn’t.
At least one sound has been procured from him, which is more than what they can say for some other videos.
You continue, “Our story takes place in 1954, in the quaint, rural town of Ravenswood. Irene–”
Bucky scoffs. “You made that up.”
Would now be a good time for him to bring up your previous job experiences you had dropped so casually or was this enough to let you know he was onto you?
Your eyebrows pull together, scanning over the sentence. “I haven't even said anything yet.”
“A horror story. Taking place in Raven’s Woods,” Bucky emphasises. “Really.”
Bitch.
“First of all, it’s Ravenswood, not Raven’s Woods,” you shoot back. “And it exists.”
“Where?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I don’t know– fuckin’ West Virginia?” You shuffle through the papers. “Does it matter? You wanna move there?”
Bucky doesn’t add anything further.
You observe him for a moment before deciding to continue.
“In the quiet town of Ravenswood,” you side eye him but he doesn’t look affected. “Irene Wendelin, a 35-year-old woman moved into a house on the outskirts to save up money. She lived alone, had no immediate relatives and worked as a secretary at the local press.”
Bucky continues chewing his gum. You’re not even sure he’s listening, but everyone got paid by the hour regardless of whether he did, so who gives a shit.
“Within a few weeks of moving in, strange incidents started to take place. Irene’s friend Thelma, who also worked as a secretary at the press, recalled how Irene developed a persistent cough, was constantly fatigued, and had issues sleeping due to her skin itching. Thelma suggested solutions from ointments to medication, but not one remedy that she provided seemed to work. As time went by, Irene’s symptoms escalated into severe respiratory problems, leaving her breathless just from climbing up a flight of stairs. She even reportedly started having hallucinations of people crawling around in her house in the dark, but she was never able to catch them in their entirety.”
“How long did this take?” Bucky questions out of the blue, arms still crossed over his chest.
“I think within a couple of weeks of moving in.” You try not to look too surprised. “Further, Thelma recalls Irene saying she heard strange sounds at night which kept her up. The only time the woman felt normal was when she left her house to stay with her cousins for a month.”
Bucky’s head snaps to you, eyes narrowing.
“What?” you challenge.
“Nothin’,” he says instead. “Go on.”
You cast a look at the crew, who look just as confused as you, but you continue regardless.
“Things escalated when one day, Irene showed up to work in complete disarray. Thelma says that upon a closer look, Irene had bite marks over her hands and legs. Thelma, a devout Christian, insisted on getting the place checked out by the church since all else had failed. Father Gabriel, a local priest, agreed to visit the house, but upon setting foot inside, claimed it was haunted by ‘forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’. This was the last straw for Thelma, who had Irene move into her house until she found a new place to stay. Within a few weeks, Irene was back to normal, and the house is still considered one of the most haunted places in the country to this place, with no one allowed to enter.”
Bucky looks at his arms, jaw tightening.
Your eyebrow twitches.
You could see Maya shaking her head from across the room, entirely fucking defeated.
You wait a few seconds but receive no response. Bucky’s gaze doesn’t shift from the table top.
You start gathering the folder with the story in it, getting ready to read out your conclusion.
You stare at him, but he doesn’t look up at you.
Collectively, every spine in the room straightens.
“Asbestos?” you echo.
“Or mold. Could be either.” Bucky shrugs, chewing on the same stupid piece of gum that had lost its flavour hours ago.
You look at him in bewilderment, partly because you weren’t expecting him to say anything at all, much less this.
“Had an aunt once who thought she was possessed. Turns out her walls were full of mold.”
You stare at him. “You’re lying.”
He finally turns to you, no traces of humour on his face. “She got remarried and moved out. Good as new.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s asbestos.”
“Had the same symptoms an’ everything. Itchy skin, breathing problems, fatigue.”
“Hallucinations?”
“Stress. Being poisoned twenty-four hours a day’ll do a number on anyone.”
“And the bite marks?”
“You never had an itch so bad you just bit it?”
“On her legs?” you ask incredulously. “She bit her legs? Is that what you’re saying?”
Bucky shrugs.
You look like you’re going to lose your mind.
You clear your throat. “What about the priest?
Bucky snorts. “What ‘bout him?”
“'Forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’?”
“Maybe it was her,” he fires back. “Maybe that's just how she was, how would you know?”
“You’re saying the forces of evil are just… her bad vibes?” you say it slowly, as if that would make it better.
“Maybe.” Bucky’s shoulders rise and drop again. “My aunt was a real stick in the mud too. I coulda called her a force’a evil when she didn’t let me fire a bottle rocket into the tree.”
You narrow your eyes at him. Bucky looks back innocently.
“You’re bullshitting.”
“About my aunt?” he scoffs. “I would never. Rest her soul. Made some damn good cranberry pie.”
You roll your eyes. “It’s not asbestos.”
“Then why was she fine every time she moved out?”
“Because the house was haunted.”
“By mold.”
Maya clears her throat, pointing to her watch.
You look back at her and clear your throat as well, shuffling around your papers.
“Right. So that’s it for this episode.”
The camera guy yells “Cut!’ and you turn to look at Bucky.
But he’s already gone.
The video goes up that weekend.
It takes a considerable amount of time to edit, considering they had to bleep out the steady stream of expletives that you didn’t even know Bucky was muttering under his breath, but got picked up by the mic anyway.
To Barnes (Work):
are you ready for your influencer era
He leaves you on seen. You think you’ll send him more memes of his stupid face.
To Barnes (Work):
influenza
Five hours since the video has gone up, and your phone starts buzzing more than usual. Nat’s already sent you a clearly AI generated article titled ‘Everything We Know About the Latest Avenger’, full of incorrect information and straight up lies.
The first reviews are promising. Sort of. The newest generation of kids on Twitter are saying shit and using terms that are beyond you, but it looks good. You think.
And then somewhere close to midnight, your phone chimes with a text from a number you hadn’t yet saved.
From unknown
Hey. Steve Rogers here. Great job on the video.
Your eyebrows shoot up, discarding your refreshing of the Subreddit that has popped up in your name.
From unknown
Just letting you know though– he was lying.
From unknown
He doesn’t have an aunt.
Motherfucker.
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The one word that best fits Percy, Annabeth thinks, is Gentle. And it is entirely by design.
Percy grew up hated by his stepfather, hated by his schoolmates and teachers and tutors. He grew up with the words "delinquent", "stupid", "troublemaker" thrown at him, stinging his heart at first and then sliding ineffectually off his back over the years. Annabeth has seen him at his worst, and she knows that it is not in Percy's nature to be gentle. He's a hurricane.
It's in everything he does.
His eyes shift and change with the tides, with his emotions, from happy to angry to sad to exhausted to smug all within moments of each other. Sometimes, she catches a glimpse of something Other, something that makes him look cruel and heartless in the worst yet most beautiful of ways. The first time she had seen that look was when he had packed up the head of Medusa to send it to the Gods.
(It had scared her, then. Now any reminder of it makes her laugh.)
He holds himself in a way that says fuck around and find out, in a way that says he's the most dangerous person on this planet and he knows it, in a way that makes you stop and look and then stamp down the urge to take a few steps back. His back is always straight and his shoulders are always pulled back, but he always looks relaxed. His head is always a little low, reminiscent of the way a bull lowers its head when it's going to charge. His hands are always in his pockets, fiddling with a pen that has been with him since he was twelve. People scatter out of his way like getting within ten feet of him would get them killed.
(They're not wrong.)
Annabeth can only describe his fighting as chaotic. He is a literal whirlwind, movements fluid and unpredictable, sword slashing through the air with such speed that it's almost invisible. He's terrifying and beautiful and mesmerizing when he wages war, all sharp edges and ruthless strikes placed right where it would take his opponent down the fastest. Sometimes when he feels particularly violent, his hits are non lethal yet painful, making his opponent cry and scream, making him grin with teeth too sharp and eyes too bright.
And yet.
Gentle is the best word Annabeth can think of to describe Percy.
Percy, who cradles her face oh so carefully when he kisses her softly and slowly, just the way she likes when a nightmare wakes her up. Percy, who curls up into a ball next to her and buried his head into her stomach to hide from the terrors in his own dreams. Percy, who looks at his sister with the most adoring look Annabeth has ever seen on his face, who smiles at his mother with that spark of awe in his eyes like he still can't believe he got such a wonderful mother, who is patient and caring with every camper that asks him to help.
She can only think of gentle.
Gentle, because Percy likes to be reminded of the good things in the world. Gentle, because Percy works towards being so despite it not being a natural part of him. Gentle, because after years of war and bloodshed and battle and violence, they have made it to peace. Peace, where they can afford to make the choice to be gentle.
Percy is a Hurricane. Percy is Gentle.
Annabeth loves all of him.
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I understand if you’re too busy to answer this or don’t want to, but i was wondering if you wouldn’t mind telling us some of your non-explicit headcanons or just some traits you think wolfstar have in general? Your explicit ones are sososo hot but today I'm feeling low and need some comforting. Yiur blog is just a safe space for me but I totally understand if not! I love your work <3 all my love x
There are so many nondescript hc’s I have that this has the potential to turn into a formal essay with cited sources, so I’ll go for more of a generalised dump of info I have for each in a hope that it lifts some of your fog Anon. Maybe bullet pointed because it’ll be easier to read than my usual untidy form of communication. Hope you feel lighter soon.
Sirius
• will lick a yoghurt pot if there’s no clean spoons. There’s the option to go for fruit instead, but he wants the yoghurt and by god he will get his yoghurt
• is a fucking terrible driver, gives Remus and any passenger white knuckles due to speed issues and not using a lower gear when taking corners
• is however, in complete control when on a motorcycle; very hot, very controlled and will take his passenger’s safety very seriously
• professionally trained in ballroom and ballet, the latter which he is sometimes mocked in jest for, even by Remus, until he one time caught him stretching elegantly on the floor one morning with his upper body laid flat between long, toned, wide spread legs, ‘morning moony’, a healthy blush on his cheeks
• private crier, doesn’t cry easily
• goes quiet when angry as an initial defence but it doesn’t take long for him to start dropping breadcrumbs of sarcastic comments; can also be snobby and bratty, perhaps sometimes will get nasty and direct (bringing up things he shouldn’t to score points in the heat of the moment)
• suffers immeasurable guilt (helped by the point above) but is always masking a weighted feeling of guilt no matter what he’s doing, so much so it’s manifested into quite a serious anxiety problem in the wrong crowds
• he fidgets a lot, not in a chaotic way, just always has to have his fingers busy with something
• likes the smell of gasoline
• once had to talk himself down from throwing a child in a dustbin
• loves the colour red; blood red and cherry red to be precise but secretly loves dark blue even more because it’s what looks most handsome on Remus despite him not wearing it often
• sighs a lot
• pretended he couldn’t speak English to get away with jumping a queue
• hates the smell and taste of liquorice (unless heavily strawberry/cherry/raspberry flavoured)
• on one particular messy night out he got so impatient waiting at the bar, he reached over and grabbed a discarded bottle of alcohol the server had left open and swigged it
• digs his nails into his skin when anxious and is often reminded to relax the tension in his joints
• stargazes often
• once linked his pinky finger with Remus and asked him to pinky promise not to tell anyone what he was about to tell him, since which a tradition of trust was born where Remus will offer his pinky or the last two fingers for Sirius to hold or squeeze when he’s feeling unsure in public, or in any situation where verbal reassurance isn’t appropriate
• gets a weird thrill at the sound of cork popping from a bottle
Remus
• collects beer mats and keeps them in a drawer, thinks about making them into a display
• got tired of kids playing ball against the wall of his place (after repeat offences and him asking very nicely for them to stop) one day so went out, retrieved the ball and threw it so hard against of the cars it set the alarm off
• owner of said car came running out the house and Remus blamed it on the children. Never had the same issue again
• has a wildly sweet tooth and will always drop one or two packets of sugar into any warm beverage
• stares into space and gets involuntarily caught on someone’s face one too many times which makes them uncomfortable from the ‘Death Stare’ phenomenon when in reality, he’s lost in lala land
• can cook, is actually a proficient cook, but will not cook for anyone but Sirius, James or Lily
• will crack his knuckles, wrists and neck absentmindedly, all of which makes his company squirm because it’s often very loud and ‘pop-py’ but Sirius fucking loves it
• stays very calm during an argument but can shout louder than most and when he does, ears ring from the silence that follows
• prefers tea over coffee
• will eat liquorice any time he wants to piss Sirius off
• cries more than Sirius, but still a private crier
• always has to be the old boot in Monopoly
• loves words that are vowel heavy or double voweled because those are the ones where the scraps of Sirius’ lost French accent surface the most
• has a gentle touch, is aware of his size and nature of his lycanthropy, therefore always somewhat reserved
• loves socks, has a collection of ‘dad socks’
• has the messiest writing out of all the Marauders but loves handwritten things, owns three very different fountain pens for very different purposes
• is polite, but as he’s aged doesn’t tend to ‘fake smile’ a lot, feeling no need to fill uncomfortable silences for the sake of others
• has a chair he favours and often dozes off in it. Most of the time waking up to Sirius on top of him
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Text messages between you & your f1 besties pt. 4
Summary: Just random dialogues between you & your f1 besties + your crush.
Friends in question: Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris & Max Verstappen
Note: Eventually the boys will take the matters in their own hands since it hurts physically to watch you (be so chaotic).
Part 4 of the non ending saga is ready ofc with more chaotic Y/N content + bonus part.
Y/N always fake flirting with Charles just to annoy him. It always works..
Lando receiving his daily dose of headache at 01:34 AM as usual nothing new really..
Gossip girls are just dirty minded. Nothing wrong with Y/N and Maxie at all?!
You believe me when I say Charles is sometimes done with Y/N? Unbelievable but true.
Y/N being Y/N
What do you mean you see someone Bob? You gotta be more specific about it!!
Nothing just Y/N flirting with her babygirl Max.
Tf you mean you don't love Y/N more than Carlos? Is that even possible?
Next target 👉🏼 Christian Horner ✔️shit happens - check
Steiner just don't know yet what he is getting himself into. Y/N is not the one to take a hint and get out of trouble. Hard to believe that Y/N is a troublemaker right?
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B o n u s :
random short insight into Y/N life with the boys:
„You are not going to do no such thing!” Y/N protested stamping her feet like a toddler, standing in the middle of the gaming hall.
“Why not? You like him, don’t you?” Charles grinned at Y/N widely. Y/N wanted to punch that smug grin off his pretty face. Y/N wanted to escape this very situation she was forced to be in, well sort of, so badly.
“Don’t grin like the cheshire cat and stop talking nonsense. How dare you?!” Y/N smacked Charles arm. Charles rubbed his arm while trying not to burst laughing. She looked around. Nervosity took over Y/Ns every single cell. Y/N could not believe that her so called friends made plans with the most handsome and perfect f1 driver on the grid at a gaming hall and did not tell her. Out of million places, the gossip girls choose violence and took her to the gaming hall. Y/N was competitive af and hated losing. The last time she went to a gaming hall Y/N had entry ban for three months.
As Y/N wanted to protest again Lando and Max did their entry. Lando was smiling from ear to ear. What a dumb man Y/N thought, trying the urge to roll her eyes. As for Max, he had his nonchalant way of looking. Casually dressed, his hands in his pockets and smiling at Y/N. What a man Y/N thought. Her "I have a crush on Max Verstappen" vibe was visible from the moon. Awkwardly greeting both of the drivers Y/N wanted to run away. She could feel the elephant in her stomach, yes elephants no butterflies, period.
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“Y/N please calm down!” Lando laughed at Y/N. Y/N was horrible at racing games and currently she was losing miserably.
“I hate you all, how is this even a fair game? Racing with f1 drivers? What a fugging joke.” Y/N protested for the 100x time in the last five passing minutes.
“Since when do you care about fair play?” Charles mocked Y/N. Since I am terribly losing Y/N thought. She pointed Charles her favourite finger.
“Remember when you cold heartedly with a total serious expression explained me the rules to that one game wrongly so you could win?” Lando questioned with a fake disappointed look in his face.
“You did not!” Max laughed out loud. Laugh again you loser Y/N thought. It sounded like music in Y/N ears. What a beautiful man Y/N thought.
“It’s not my fault, it’s your own stupidity.” Y/N shrug and showed Lando her tongue. Y/N could see from the corner of her eye that Max was smiling while shaking his head. So pretty Y/N thought.
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“I knew that Y/N would find a way to get her ass kicked out again!” Charles laughed.
“Disappointed but not surprised…” Lando added shaking his head.
“I still don’t know how she managed to punch a hole into the fucking wall!” Max questioned with a slight surprise in his voice.
"It was an "inchident." Y/N replied. Gaining a burst of laughter from Lando, a death glare from Charles and a grin from Max.
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
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Writers note: I didn't want to let you wait for too long + I thought it would be fun to show short parts of Y/Ns life with the boys. What you do you think about it? Would you like it or no?
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Hate-Fucking with Mansk
THANK YOU FOR 1K Followers you guys deserve the world!
Recom Mansk x Recom f. Y/N
I will be making one with Lyle thanks to the great plot idea from @onlyreadz
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Summary: Mansk has been attracted to you since you were human. As a newly recruited recombinant, he was ready to focus on the mission but your presence distracts him. A hatred for you builds up in him along with frustration and one evening, it all comes out and he can't help himself but deal with you.
WARNINGS: SMUT, man-handling, degrading, mean Mansk, filthy language, violence, fighting, angst, non-con (a little), hurt/comfort,
Side rant: this shit took me ages, enjoy (made with love)
Word Count: 9760
Today was the day the recombinant plan was being put into action. This was a major breakthrough for the RDA and their best hope of finding Jake Sully.
Since the recom’s had the memories of soldiers and were now much bigger than humans, they needed to be woken up in groups so that the medical staff could tend to them all. All of them were therefore woken separately to ensure everyone's safety and prevent chaos.
Mansk was in the first group along with Lopez, Warren, and Walker. Everything went well there and once they had been medically checked they were allowed to leave and dress themselves in their uniforms.
They were told to wait in the cafeteria until everyone was awake. Mansk had a hard time adapting to his new body but he kept it to himself. His friend managed to distract him from it too.
The second group was slightly more chaotic. But what did they expect when they had Lyle and Miles in the same room? Quaritch apparently delivered a solid punch to Lyle’s face which was well deserved because that is not the first thing one wants to wake up to. Especially not after one’s memories have the Na’vi categorised under the clear enemy. Nothing huge happened and soon they joined the others in the cafeteria.
The group you were in was the last group but you were woken at the same time as the second one, just in a different room.
Let’s just say that chaos was very much present there too. You woke up along with Ja, Prager, and Brown and Ja did the same thing Lyle did to Brown. Brown was known for being fast to act on his instincts so Ja wasn’t just punched, he was put in a chokehold.
While this whole commotion was happening your eyes were opening and the noise startled you, making you sit up. There was a human next to you trying to keep you laying down but it didn’t really work. You scanned the room, watching 2 Na’vi males roll around on the floor while a third tried pulling them apart and obviously, you freaked out. Before they knew you were awake you screamed, jumping off the side of the bed. The fighting stopped for a second as they looked at you. Prager hurried over to you, trying to calm you down and introduce himself but you weren’t having it.
The pause in the fight was used to Brown’s advantage as he pulled Ja to his feet and they slammed up against a screen attached to the ceiling. It broke off, swinging to you and the edge of it hit your jaw.
Prager stepped closer than you wanted and the heart-beat detecting monitor next to you was launched at him. Prager ducked the heavy equipment and it flew right past Brown’s head who had let go of Ja in shock. Ja had rolled him over now, yelling at his previous friend while Prager was shouting at you to stop damaging the equipment.
He called your name which confused you and soon you remembered that you were supposed to wake up like this.
Y/N’s POV:
“Oh fuck- Prager I’m sorry.” I said, clasping my face in my hands and gathering myself.
He tried comforting me while pulling Ja off of Brown and eventually, everyone had calmed down.
The medics tried patching up my bruised jaw and bleeding nose but it hurt more so I left to get dressed. We were given new uniforms and then given permission to leave and meet the others.
When we arrived, Quaritch was already giving everyone a pep-talk. Ja flung the door open stepping inside. Brown put his hand on his shoulder in an apologetic manner for the punches but Ja pushed his hand away, still mad.
The room went silent as we walked in. Brown followed Ja inside and both of them had bruises and small cuts. I walked in after Brown, holding a bloody tissue to my nose and Prager was behind me to watch out for us.
No one else was injured. Just Lyle had suffered a punch. Fike apparently too. Seeing us all walk in was like watching soldiers return from war and Quaritch sighed. Maybe this team would kill itself before he could order us to step outside.
Lyle broke the silence by laughing, getting up and examining Brown before laughing more. I wasn’t in the mood for his jokes so I sat down next on the bench, ears tipped back. I noticed through the tattoos and some facial features that I was sitting next to Z-Dog who was already grinning at me. I scoffed at her amused reaction and she pressed me against her before biting her lip.
“What the fuck happened?” she asked, making me show her my bleeding nose while she and Walker suppressed laughter.
“Don’t wanna talk about it.” I say, shrugging it off. It was embarrassing.
“Lyle got punched by the Colonel.” she whispered and I looked at her wide-eyed before wheezing.
“No way.” I say, looking at Lyle who had now sat down too. She nodded and I gave in.
“Brown had Ja face-down on the ground.” I whisper back, smiling. “And I thought Prager was going to kill me.”
She held a fist in front of her mouth as we both grinned. “They threw a TV at me.” I add to her amusement and she laughs.
“Assholes.” I whisper jokingly. Everyone settles down and Quaritch begins explaining our mission.
Third Person POV:
Your group walked into the room and everyone had examined you all, noting the injuries and the tension. Mansk recognised his former colleagues, smiling to himself when he saw how they messed each other up. Then his eyes moved on to you and his smile was swiped clean off.
He stared and his heart stopped beating for a moment. Of course, Mansk remembered you. You were his main and secret problem as a human. He didn’t know you had signed up for the Phoenix project.
His eyes stayed fixated on you as you sat down and he scanned all your features. As you talked to Z-Dog, Lopez nudged him in the side with a chuckle.
“Not even a minute in and you’re back on ‘er.” he whispered and Mansk’s eyes shot to him while he flattened his ears back.
“Shut up.” Mansk shrugged him off, looking down at his feet. Lopez knew that he used to like you before.
Mansk had a thing for you when you were humans but he never told you and you never knew. He didn’t plan on telling you now either. The plan was to do what he did before: suppress his feelings and ignore you as best he could. He wasn’t able to ignore you before but now this was going to be a new version of Mansk. A better one, he told himself. This time, he would avoid you.
Mansk needed to set his priorities straight. He was on a mission here which involved some personal conflict for he knew Jake too and wanted revenge. He hated the Na’vi and was ready to give this mission his all. No distractions. That wouldn’t happen this time. He also hated that his attraction to you stayed even in your Avatar form.
Y/N’s POV:
We had landed on Pandora now.
The next day we were getting our gear ready for the mission and I was given a gun I’d never seen before. I wasn’t familiar with this type of weapon because this wasn’t the one we would ever use. They probably created new guns while we were gone. I held it, examining the firearm and trying to figure out how to load it and with what.
Everyone else was busy with their stuff, except for Mansk who was leaning against a table next to his finished and clean guns. I remembered him. I think we might have even been quite good friends. One of the things I remember about him was that he knew his weapons. He could definitely help me with mine.
I grab my stuff and walk over to him. He’s wearing his shades and only looks at me once I’m right next to him.
“Hey,” I smile. “Can you help me with this? I don’t know how to load it.” I say, laying out my weapon which seemed to have three parts. I expected this to be a good ice-breaker and from then on we could have a nice conversation and catch up on things. But no.
He just tilted his head to the side to look at my gun, then at me and then he looked away.
“You should know how.” he replied, his voice low and cold. Mansk then reached for his things and left, exiting the room without another word.
I stood there watching him leave, surprised by his answer. We used to always talk. What was that about?
Either way, I found his reaction unnecessary. We’re meant to help each other and he was being an asshole. Mansk better have a good explanation for that otherwise I’ll be pissed. Maybe something happened, so I’ll let it slide once.
Something similar happened that evening. We were once again in the cafeteria specifically made for the recombinants and I had just gotten my food.
Zdinarsk was the closest person in here to me so I was obviously going to sit with her. We had large tables for multiple people to sit on at once and I spotted her next to Lyle. As I’m walking to her I notice Mansk is opposite Lyle and the only space free is opposite Z-Dog which is next to him.
Maybe he will apologise now and tell me what got him in such a bad mood.
Without thinking much of it, I put my tray down on the table and Zdinarsk smiles at me before continuing to listen to the conversation between Lyle and Prager who was on the other side of Mansk.
I sit down and notice Mansk glance at me from the corner of my eye. He freezes, looking away and tightly clenches his fist around the knife he’s holding. I’m unwrapping my food and suddenly, he stands up in silence and swipes his tray from the table, leaving us all startled.
Mansk walked away and I felt him glare at me as he turned away and walked to another table.
Zdinarsk and I exchange glances.
“What’s up with him?” Lyle asks chuckling and taking a bite out of his bread. They watched him walk off and I huffed, wiping my hand over my face.
“No idea. He’s being a real dick.” I mumble, arranging the food on my plate.
“Really? He was just joking around with us a minute ago.” Zdinarsk said and I looked up at her. Maybe he wasn’t just in a bad mood. Perhaps my gut feeling was right. Mansk might really dislike me for whatever reason.
“I think he hates me.” I say, looking down and starting my meal.
“What you do?” she asks, her eyes flicking between Mansk and me. He’s sat at the table behind me, his back facing mine. Lyle and Prager are quietly listening. Lyle loved listening to all the drama and the news. It was his guilty pleasure. In a way, he was a gossip girl.
As humans, I could be ranting about my ex to Z-Dog and he would be standing with us, eating his protein bars and just listening with wide eyes.
“Nothing. Literally nothing.” I say and she stays silent in thought for a while before we all shrug it off and start talking about something else.
Today we had started the mission and we were sent out into the forest of Pandora. Roughly in the area, the last battle took place. It was all very familiar and even though there was beautiful scenery all around us, it haunted me. I died on these grounds a few years back…
We were walking in line, following Quaritch and Lyle who were leading the way.
“Alright team, we’re runnin’ out of time so we need to split up te’ cover more ground.” Quaritch said, turning around and resting one hand on his vest while the other held his gun. Lyle nodded, looking at us before Quaritch quickly counted down the line, pointing two of his fingers at his soldiers to divide us up into pairs. At least he wasn’t calling out our names, then it would feel like we’re back in school.
Mansk stood frozen as I watched Quaritch quickly point the two of us together. He looked around and everyone was already walking off in pairs while the Colonel turned around, leaving with Lyle.
Great…
I had my own mission for the next hour: to make this the worst most unpleasant hour Mansk has experienced. He was getting some payback for how he treated me before. I don’t let things like that just slide.
He was tense and his ears pinned back flat against his head as he huffed, looking at me. I gave him an innocent smile which I knew would piss him off. It did and he turned away, walking in the direction we were supposed to go in.
If he doesn’t start a fight I won’t bother him. But I’m sure he’ll have something to say before our time ends.
I followed him in silence, looking around and holding my weapon steady.
After about 15 minutes of hearing nothing but the sounds of the forest, the first comment came from him.
“Walk faster.” he said, not even bothering to turn around. I stop and my ears perk forwards as I process his words. Who does he think he is?
“I’m right behind you.” I snap back, rolling my eyes. “Dipshit.” I mumble.
His ears react to the insult and he turns around. “What?”
“Dipshit.” I repeat in a mocking way, making his brows furrow in irritation behind his stupid shades. I walk past him, refusing to waste another second of my time dealing with him.
“Quit it, you’ll ruin the mission.” he says, starting to walk behind me now with his ears strained again.
“Oh really?” I say, waving my arms. “How?”
I turn to face him and as I do I slightly stumble over a root in the path. Mansk raises an eyebrow at me.
“Actin’ like that.” he replies, motioning to my leg. Now my ears are flattened back and my tail flicks in annoyance as I glare at him.
“Like your behaviour is so much better. Take your stupid shades off and then we’ll see who’s talking.” I call out, turning around again and walking away.
That got under his skin. “Take it back.” he growls, following me again.
“Like, apologise? No way. If any one of us needs to apologise it’s you.” I sneer in response.
I hear him scoff in annoyance too. My attitude was frustrating him but I didn’t care because he was such a pain in my ass.
“Yeah? For what?” he asks, watching me walk in front of him.
“For being such an ass to me for no reason. The fuck did I do?” I ask, stopping and turning to face him. I really wanted to know.
He scowled at me before just ignoring what I said and walking further. I let out a frustrated groan.
“Fucking answer.” I call after him, fighting the urge to call him a ‘hormonal bitch’. Damn was he lucky I was restraining myself.
“Shut up and walk.” he mutters with an ice-cold tone.
“You’re being such a moron. We used to be friends.” I say, looking down while continuing to walk straight ahead. My body bumps into his and then I realise that he stopped in his tracks, facing me.
He was towering over me, a stern expression dressing his face.
“We weren’t friends. You were a pain in my ass. Always clueless. Never knowin’ what to do and never doin’ it right.” he snarled at me and his harsh words startled me, making me take a step back. I didn’t expect that.
“How you got chosen for this mission is a fuckin’ mystery te’ me, airhead.” He added, walking up on me and staring me down before walking off again.
I wanted to shout an insult back at him but deep down his words hurt me. I stood still for a few moments, repeating what he just said to me and it made my heart ache. My memories told me we used to be great friends. Why were his so different?
Mansk almost disappears behind the trees so I start walking again,re-adjusting some of the gear I had on. After about five minutes I catch up to him again but we walk in silence. When we turn a corner I notice Mansk stopped walking again.
“For fuck’s sake what is it now?” I complain, wanting to push past him until I hear a loud snort and huff. I freeze myself as Mansk and I slowly look up, meeting eyes with a huge animal.
I immediately recognise it. It’s an elephant-sized cow creature. The one that crushed Lyle. It’s almost roaring at us and Mansk stretches his arm out in front of me, pushing me back.
The purple feather-like parts on its head move around and I realise it is displaying a territorial warning. The one Jake, Grace and Norm dealt with in the forest. Grace taught me all about it.
Mansk curses under his breath before grabbing my vest and tugging me back.
“Run.” he shouts but I push him off of me.
He doesn’t understand and gets frustrated with me, wondering why I wasn’t going with him. I turn back to the creature and throw my gun down on the ground next to me. It wouldn’t help in any scenario here. Mansk didn’t know that and I heard bullets soar through the air. They pushed off of the animal's thick skin, not harming it. The action just made it angrier.
“Don’t you dare shoot at it.” I snarl at him while the animal backs up. “You’ll make it worse.”
He’s watching me with wide eyes, standing a few feet behind me.
“Put the gun down, Mansk!” I shout, watching as he hesitates. My attention returns to the animal and it has finished backing up now. I steady myself on the ground, placing one foot in front of the other and watching it. It takes off, running towards us at full speed and I take a step forward, snarling at it and baring my fangs.
Mansk’s heart drops in fear as it nears us.
It comes to a halt barely in front of me, quickly backing up and huffing. I watch it for a while, not moving from my position. It watches me, waiting for me to retreat but I don’t, so it turns and leaves. The tall grass rustles as the animal turns away and I straighten my posture, watching it until it’s fully gone.
I turn to look at Mansk who looks completely shocked. His expression makes me scoff.
“Clueless airhead, huh?” I say, giving him a shit-eating grin before picking up my gun and resuming our walk. “Look at you hiding behind me like a bitch.”
His perked ears tip back again as I resume the argument.
He watches me with wide eyes before quickly following. I knew he was confused but he wouldn’t ask so I might as well enlighten him with the things I do know.
“That was a Hammerhead Titanothere. They’re not usually aggressive. It was just a territorial warning display.” I say and I know very well he is listening.
“Shooting it is useless. They have bulletproof skin. You just need to stand your ground when it does that.” I continue to explain, not looking behind me.
Now I turn around, just to mock him. “You see, I’m not good at loading these stupid guns and yet my chances of survival here are still bigger than yours.” I smile at him and he shoots me a glare.
It amazed Mansk how well you handled that situation. Of course, he wouldn’t ever say that. But you had climbed a rank in his eyes. That didn’t change how much he despised you though. He despised your attitude even though it was his fault you were giving it to him. Mansk hated how easily you would get him distracted and how you never seemed to understand his grudge against you.
We returned to the meeting area and no one found anything. The mission was called off for the day and we returned to Bridgehead. I didn’t speak to Mansk on the way back at all. Why should I? He wasn’t just rude anymore he was unnecessarily mean to me.
Later that evening, I was back in the gym. The gym was its own separate building with very bright lights. Everyone had left because everyone gets up early. I couldn’t sleep though because I felt so frustrated and angered, I needed to let it out somewhere. The unlucky boxing bag was getting it all. I was able to properly let my emotions out because no one else was in here with me. The recom’s had their own gym because we needed bigger equipment. And everyone had gone to bed.
I wanted to scream my lungs out as I delivered punch after punch to the bag but I knew someone would hear me, thinking it was an emergency.
I continued beating the shit out of the boxing sack when I heard the main door click open. My arms reached for the bag to still it and I held onto it to stay on my feet while turning around to see who had entered the gym. I had hair sticking to my face and my chest was heaving while beads of sweat decorated my blue skin.
My eyes met the eyes of Mansk who was standing in front of the door with his hands in his joggers. My ears immediately pin back which secretly amuses him.
I watch him for a few seconds, wondering what he’s doing here but he doesn’t move or do anything. He isn’t even wearing his usual training clothes.
“The fuck you want?” I ask, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand which was in a boxing glove.
Mansk scoffed and looked at the ground for a second in thought before scanning the empty gym. He was wearing his damned shades again. They made him look meaner.
“Nothin’.” he said, facing forwards again. I didn’t like whatever he was up to. My eyes linger on him for a little while longer in an attempt to read his mind before I turn away, taking my gloves off.
“Done already?” he asked from somewhere behind me, walking closer. I roll my eyes and sigh, trying to pull myself together so that I won’t snap at him.
“I’ve been here for over 2 hours. Yes, I’m done.” I snarl, refusing to look at him.
“Don’t let me intimidate you.” he said with a breathy laugh and I knew he was smirking to himself right now. Mansk was surprisingly talkative with me. Definitely not in a pleasant way but he was a very distanced and quiet person in general. Maybe he just needed me to know how much he disliked me.
I scoff. “Yeah, right. Like you could ever.”
Mansk exhales a huff through his nose as tension builds in the air.
“Maybe if you weren’t so rude I could take you more seriously.” I say, throwing the gloves to the ground and heading to the showers.
“I’m rude?” he asks, now standing on the large rubber mat I was training on. It was a big square designed for boxing and sparring.
“Nooo.” I reply, sarcastically. Mansk hated sarcasm.
“Fuck- why do you have to be like this.” He mumbled, brushing his nose with his finger. I stop walking and turn around.
“What did you say?” I ask, awaiting an answer as I stand with my weight shifted on one leg and my arms crossed in front of my chest.
Mansk didn’t answer which made me huff in annoyance. Why did he even come here?
I walked over to him, getting back in the ring and leaning on the side ropes so I could look at him properly. His ears perked forwards, paying me attention while his eyes followed my movements.
“If you came here just to get on my nerves you can leave.” I say, not allowing myself to look away. My tail swished behind me, showing my pent-up frustration with him. His one did the same and his ears pinned back.
“Or you can tell me why the fuck you’re like this.” I add, giving him the options I can think of until another idea enters my mind.
“Or…” I say, not necessarily meaning this seriously. “ you can fight me.” I press my body further into the elastic railing fencing in the boxing ring while a mischievous grin paints my face. He was probably going to walk away.
Mansk seemed surprised by my words, not moving for almost a minute as he thought. I was about to turn away and walk to the showers again when I heard his voice.
“Fine.” Was all he said as he walked towards me. I backed up and he entered the ring with me.
“Don’t respond with just ‘fine’. I’m gracing you with the option to finally be close to me, so you can stop being an ass.” I joke, turning away from him and I hear him fucking growl.
I freeze, turning around to him again. He looks really pissed.
“Oh no, I’m so intimidated now.” I mock him, ridiculing his stern expression.
“Shut the fuck up.” he snarls, making my ears perk forward at his aggressive reaction.
I snort. “What do you want me to say? ‘Make me’?”
He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders back. “Sure.”
“In your dreams, jerk.” I snap at him, taking the opposite corner.
This was a great opportunity in my eyes. He agreed to it and I would finally be able to punch the shit out of him. ‘Legally’.
He was staring me down, waiting for any sudden movement I would make which would trigger him to pounce.
“You gonna count down?” he asks eagerly, fighting himself to stay still.
“When you grow a pair.” I spit my words and that’s all he can take.
Mansk lunges forwards, running to me with quick steps. I dodge his first punch by moving to the side and then grab his left arm, twisting it. He groans and then one of his hands is gripping my wrist. I let go of him and his now free hand wraps around the back of my neck. He swiftly turns me around so that I’m no longer facing him and within the next second, my knee is kicked in and I fall down a level. He holds me up by my neck while both my knees hit the ground but before he can think of what to do next, my legs lock around his ankles and I manage to trip him. He falls back while I turn and straddle him, trying to keep him held down.
“Asshole, you’re breaking all the rules.” I hiss at him, leaning down to his face to emphasize my words and he angrily pushes me off of him. I land on my back and when he’s about to jump on me I roll to the side.
“There’s no fuckin’ rules when I’m fightin’ a bitch.” Mansk gnarled, pushing his upper body off the floor and not taking his eyes off his prey. I sit back on my knees and as he attempts to tackle me down I deliver a punch to the side of his face which brings him out of balance.
“I’m sorry, which one of us was fucking-” I gasp for air “cowering behind the other in the forest today?” I say, recalling him standing behind me when we were almost attacked by the large animal.
He stays still for a few seconds, holding his jaw and breathing heavily. I didn’t manage to hit him properly because he slightly moved out of the way, meaning it couldn’t hurt too much. However, it was still a punch and it felt good.
He growled again, turning to me and as he lunged forward, his hand caught my ankle. Immediately he pulled me to him. My free leg kicked his shoulder back but his posture was stable and he pinned them to the ground. His hand then grasped my queue, forcing me to turn around while I leaned on my forearms, refusing to lay down flat on the ground. I was facing the ground while struggling to hold myself up. Mansk was towering above me, one hand still firmly holding my queue while the other pulled my left arm out from beneath me, pinning it down against the ground.
“You mean the one time you wore almost nothin’?” he snarled, moving up my body and pressing his knee down on my leg to eliminate the possibility of me getting up. I sensed sarcasm when he brought up the ‘one time’, which was rare for Mansk to use.
His words confused me and I stopped struggling for a second to think about them.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I say, clearly distressed and resuming my fight of attempting to push him off.
“Fuckin’ look at you. You wear nothin’ but this excuse of a bra and these tight shorts.” Mansk growled. Tight shorts? Someone’s been paying attention.
I did always wear the same type of clothes. Similar to Walker actually except that her pants were longer than mine. I didn’t think much of it because Na’vi wear loincloths and chest pieces that barely cover anything. So why should we?
Our bodies were different now, adapted to the climate of Pandora, not the air-conditioned base we stayed in. We were used to the warmth.
I push myself up and off the ground with my right arm.
“It’s weather appropriate.” I snap back, glancing over my shoulder as I pin my ears flat against my head.
Mansk tightens his grip on my queue, tugging me up before almost slamming me down into the ground so that I was now pressed flat against it.
“Well it’s not workplace appropriate.” he opposes, pushing his words through clenched teeth.
I whine in pain while Mansk lets go of my wrist, placing his hand down on my shoulder. He was leaning on his arms which ensured that I would stay on the ground.
“Oh I’m sorry does it bother you?” I murmur, trying to at least roll over.
“Fuckin’ right it does.” he says and his hand is digging into the skin of my shoulder. I whimper in pain, arching my back to try and have him loosen his grip but he doesn’t.
Luckily, my leg finds his tail, roughly slamming it down and trapping it between my foot and the ground.
Mansk hisses through his clenched jaw, the pain making him retreated his abusing hands. I push myself forwards, lifting the leg that caused him the pain and kicking him in the side so that he would not be restraining my right leg anymore. I succeed, finally free from his grip again.
“Why don’t you go and cry about it to Lyle.” I say, regaining my breath while resting on my hands and knees. Lyle was our team leader and often dealt with our complaints in the past.
He looks up at me and I can tell he is raging. I’ve never seen Mansk this worked up before. No one has.
His tail aggressively flicks behind him as he shakes his hand. “Lyle happens to like it.” he answers, spitting the words like venom. I raise an eyebrow in amusement.
His words surprise me and I grin. “Maybe I should go to his room then.” I say, not thinking much of it. In my mind, I thought insults would get Mansk angrier but somehow the last sentence I spoke did.
“...and tell him about what you’re do-”
I don’t get to finish my sentence because Mansk is back on me. I try to back up but he’s too fast. I’m leaning back on my forearms once again, facing him. My leg attempts to kick him in the face and push him away but he dodges it and it slides over his shoulder. His left hand tightens around my calf, holding it in place on his shoulder.
My eyes widen when I realise my mistake. I was stuck now.
He noticed my wide eyes and even through his anger, this little victory made him grin at me devilishly.
“You ain’t goin’ anywhere.” he growled, flashing me his sharp fangs as his grin widened. I glared at him and then Mansk leaned further forward, making my leg bend rather uncomfortably. His free arms reached forward and he held down my other leg by digging his fingertips into the flesh of my thigh and holding it down.
I hiss through clenched teeth at the pain from his tight grip.
“Thought you were goin’ to put up a bigger fight than this.” he mocked me and I pushed the leg he was holding on his shoulder against him but to Mansk it just felt like a nudge.
“Shut up, I was working out for over 2 hours you dick-” I start complaining, not giving up my struggle. He hushes me, placing his hand over my mouth to shut me up. I freeze, staring at him wide-eyed. What the fuck was he doing?
“See? I like you better when you’re not runnin’ your mouth like-” he starts to say, thinking I calmed down. I didn’t need to hear the stupid things he had to say and without hesitation I bit into his hand, letting my fangs scrape his skin and causing a scratch.
Immediately his hand retreats and he holds it against his side, examining the scratch with perked ears. Then Mansk looks back at me and he’s angry again.
“Try that again and you’ll lose a finger.” I snarl and his ears tip back. Somehow, I loved our new ears. They made it so easy to read one another.
“You won, congratu-fucking-lations, let me go.”
“Nah, don’t think so.” he growled and that devilish smirk was back on his face. “You need to be taught a lesson.”
I snort. “Me? The reason I’m a bitch to you is because you decided to be an ass since day one. And that for no reason at all.”
“No reason?” he scoffs, digging his fingers deeper into my flesh to contain himself.
“Yeah. I didn’t do shit and you’re acting like such a moron that-”
“You fuckin’ distract me Y/N. Can’t do anythin’ when you’re around.” he snarls, making it sound like he’s spitting venom again. “I fuckin’ hate you, your big mouth and you’re poor excuse of fuckin’ clothes.”
My mouth drops open and I try to suppress laughter, but I won’t be able to hold it for long.
Mansk despised so many things about you but not necessarily you. He hated how attracted he was to you and he blamed you for it. For, in his eyes, showing off your body. He was angered by his internal battle of trying to understand why he even felt attracted to an Avatar of a Na’vi. Mansk resents that he can’t get you out of his head and that once he sees you he can’t take his eyes off you.
He was ready to fully devote himself to this mission and get it done once and for all but you are such a big distraction to him. You’re Mansk’s weakness and he used to swear to himself never to have one which makes his hatred for you worse.
I’m biting my lip and looking at Mansk whose chest is heaving. I can see how he’s restraining himself from probably killing me but right now it just seems funny to me.
“Goddamn, you could have bought me a drink first.” I laugh at him, releasing my lip which has my teeth marks imprinted in it.
Soldiers like Mansk amused me and almost seemed stupid to a certain extent. Such a big intimidating man in the military losing a battle to his feelings because he never shares anything with anyone and of course one day it’s all got to come out. And when it does, it’s nasty like this.
People like Quaritch would completely neglect mental health, focusing just on physical appearance and a strong survival mentality. Mansk was similar. The idea of talking to someone about his feelings made him think he was growing weak and that was the thing he dreaded the most.
“If you’re so desperate for me you could have told me and-”
Mansk can’t stand that. His right-hand releases my thigh and quickly wraps itself around my throat making me stop talking.
“You keep talkin’ like that and I won’t be able to hold back.” he warns me. I examine the veins bulging out on his forearm, pumping blood through his body. His neck was strained and I could see his artery. He was really tensed up.
“What makes you think I’d listen to you, jackass?” I snap back, refusing to let him intimidate me.
Mansk can’t help himself anymore. You’re right there, laying beneath him.
He leans down, holding my head in place as I watch in confusion. His lips crash down against mine and after I realise what’s happening, my body seems to respond to him and I kiss him back. It’s not a nice kiss in any way. It’s harsh and our teeth clash at one point. I push his chest away from me, breaking the heated kiss and gasp for air. He seemed even more restless now.
Maybe deep down I was attracted to this menace of a man.
“I’ll make ya listen.” he replies, once again flashing his fangs through a smug look.
“I’d rather die.” I say, pulling my left leg which he let go back to my body. As I retreated it from beneath him and to me, my calf caressed his groin and Mansk tensed up. It took me a while to figure out what just happened and an extra few seconds to come to the conclusion that he was hard to the point that his erection strained his pants.
My mouth drops open and I gulp before my gaze shoots up to him. He’s already looking at me and his ears have drooped but he didn’t let his harsh grip falter. This is definitely not what I expected.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I wheeze but he presses my throat tighter.
The pressure he’s causing makes me uncomfortable and I slap him across the face, almost making his shades fly. Shock engulfs him for a good few seconds and I’m crawling away.
I turn away from him, steadying myself on all fours as I prepare to stand but he’s quicker. In an instant, his hands are back on me and I’m unable to move forwards anymore. Mansk's palms close around my waist as he tugs me back to him.
My ass comes in contact with his lower abdomen as he pulls me towards him and I gasp when I feel him press against me.
“If you don’t move away in the next three seconds I will kill-”
Before I can finish my sentence a stinging slap is delivered to the spot under my ass and above my thigh.
I whimper, clenching my fists together.
“You’re gonna keep you’re dirty lil’ mouth closed and take what I give you. Understood?” he said and I heard him unbuckle his belt. My pupils blew wider as his strong musk flooded my senses.
“I’ll rip your tongue out you-”
Another slap which hurt more than the previous one made me shut up. I clenched my eyes closed, suddenly feeling weak. My body seemed to be responding to his presence against my will, making me almost surrender.
My arms and legs trembled and my tail was no longer hastily flicking around. It stilled and I pulled it under me and between my legs.
His palm was once again holding my queue, grasping it so tightly it made me feel lightheaded.
“Mansk, you asshole-” I murmur while one of my arms gives out beneath me. “You’re so dead.”
My threats fly by him, not bothering the soldier at all. His long-denied emotions have collapsed in on him and that internal war of frustration triggered his new primal senses to come to light. Mine were becoming visible too and it seemed that there was no way to stop this.
My eyes seem to be burdened by a blurriness until Mansk’s touch brings me out of my haze. His free hand is feeling along the waistline of my sports shorts and with a few harsh tugs, he pulls them down my waist and legs along with my panties. My tail is pulled out of the cloth and I bare my fangs, hissing at him as the gym air comes in contact with my refused heat.
Mansk groans, letting go of my queue and grabbing at the flesh of my hips and ass. I raise my tail, making it flick him in the face because I wasn’t giving up just yet. He growls, holding it down against me as he examines my heat-struck body.
“Fuck…” he curses under his breath, exhaling shakily as he holds my thigh and makes me spread my legs wider.
He hated you without a doubt, but fuck you looked so good to him. Everything about your body made him harder and suddenly you seemed so inviting to him, he couldn’t resist.
My ears were pinned back as I was fighting my desire for him and I tried thinking of a way to fight him but my mind was blank at this point.
I felt him let go of my hip and his right hand was placed on my shoulder, holding me steady.
Without any warning whatsoever, Mansk brought his hand up to my shamefully dripping pussy, gliding two of his fingers between my folds. I whimper, hiding my face in my other shoulder while grimacing. I didn’t understand my body.
He rubbed me and naturally, my legs spread wider and my hips followed his movements.
Mansk wanted to say something but he didn’t know what. Your quarrelling feud was still very much ongoing, this was just an exceptional hiccup in the entire fight. One that couldn’t be prevented by either of you.
Suddenly, Mansk pushed both his fingers into me and I jolted forwards at the unexpected intrusion. He kept me still by pulling me back with the hand on my right shoulder and now he leaned over my bent body, starting to finger me. Neither of us were thinking anymore.
I whimpered, stretching my arms out in front of me so that I wouldn’t fall forwards. He wasn’t being gentle either. My body was rocking forwards every time his fingers bottomed out and his pace was rough.
I hiss, baring my fangs again when I start feeling a form of pleasure.
Mansk can’t resist you anymore. He has to take you whether you’re ready or not. If you continue to fight him, he’ll just be rougher.
He pressed himself against my bare skin again, before pulling back and lining himself up with my entrance. I couldn’t even follow what he was doing, my mind was so clouded with lust.
With one hard thrust, Mansk forced himself as deep into me as possible. I cried out in surprise and my body tensed at the foreign feeling.
He groans, finally feeling pleasure wash over him. The long-needed feeling of euphoria was at last flooding his own senses and he needed his release more than anything. My walls were hugging him tightly because my Avatar had never done this before but it made him almost speechless.
“You look like a bitch in heat.” he snarled and I tipped my ears back.
“You-”
He pulled back, drawing his rock-hard dick out before snapping his hips forward once again and starting to fuck me at a brutal pace, making me unable to answer.
I cried out again, not sure if it was in pain or pleasure this time. He wrapped my queue around his hand, making my head tilt back and my back arch against him.
Mansk was losing himself inside you and he bent over you, pressing his chest against your back to ease his longing to be close to you.
His arm was resting next to me as he held me in place, not letting his thrusts falter.
His skin was slapping against mine, no doubt leaving mine reddened and flushed. He dug his fingers into my shoulder to contain and ground himself in reality and I snarled at him, baring through the pain.
Something about the fact that you hated him but still let him do this really turned Mansk on. He wouldn’t be able to explain it but he definitely preferred this with you over soft sex. You didn’t deserve to be treated nicely, not when you dressed like that and talked to him in that way.
I wanted to throw an insult at him but I couldn’t talk and neither could he. Grunts and pants filled the room as we still fought each other in a way. I leaned away from him, making the angle more difficult and in return, he held me so tightly his fingernails were close to cutting my skin.
He would harshly tug me back and closer to him every time I somehow got loose until at one point, he leaned all his weight on me, no longer holding himself up with an arm. Both his arms wrapped around and beneath my body. One of them came up to my throat from between my arms while the other locked my body in place by tightly hugging my waist.
Mansk’s head was buried in the crook of my neck as his panting fanned against my cheek. His eyes were closed while I was a whimpering mess, occasionally biting back the pathetic noises to hiss or snarl at him which I knew pissed him off more. Every time I did, he would fuck into me from behind even more relentlessly than before.
I could tell he was close because his thrusts were no longer as sharp. He became more sloppy, mindlessly chasing his high as he pounded into my abused pussy.
Mansk groaned, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes clenched closed.
“Fuck- take it you dirty slut.” he growled.
The hand around my throat tightened, making sure to keep me in place as he thrust into me the last few times. His body tensed and he forced himself as deep into me as possible. Mansk’s teeth bit down on the skin of my left shoulder and his fangs slightly tore the skin while his body shook. I felt him release and shoot his hot cum deep inside me as he held me closer and tighter than ever before, to ensure he’d stuff me full with as much of his load as possible.
I moaned when I felt him fill me. It was something I had never felt before but fuck was it good.
After about a minute, his tight grip loosened and he let his arms fall to the side. I finally inhaled properly while he steadied his own heavy breathing.
Everything was so intense, neither of us could move for the next few minutes. He just stayed pressed on top of me, luckily supporting his weight this time while I let my head fall forwards.
Even though I didn’t cum I was tired. Too tired to push him off or even walk to the showers.
After a few minutes, Mansk had calmed down and slowly he lifted himself off of me. I felt him surprisingly gently pull out and I whimpered at the movement inside me. Everything felt bruised.
My arms were trembling beneath me and I let myself fall to the side, finally relaxing. However, the heat between my legs remained. Even after all that cruel handling, my body felt needy.
Mansk stayed kneeling behind me, looking down at me in pity. He felt a little guilty for what he had done.
“Y’ alright?” he asked, placing his hand on my thigh as I lay on my side. My relaxed ears flatten back and he notices it all.
“No, you moron.” I snap back at him. Isn’t it obvious that I’m not at my best?
And just like that, all guilt and pity left Mansk’s body. You were clearly well enough to continue bickering. He also noticed how your tail restlessly thudded against the ground. Your scent was still strong, maybe even stronger than before which reminded Mansk that you didn’t cum.
“Aw, you want more don’t you?” he teased me, rolling me over on my back and moving my hands away from my face. He saw how flushed I was and that answered his question.
“It wasn’t even good, loser.” I snarl, knowing it will get under his skin. But oddly it just made him chuckle.
“Who were you moanin’ for then?” he asked with a smug grin on his face. An idea popped into my head and now I grinned at him.
“Lyle could do it better.” I say and Mansk stills. I look at him trying to figure out whether he was thinking or whether he was genuinely hurt but that was difficult because he still had his damned shades on.
“Mansk-” I say but within an instant, he’s on top of me.
“I’ll make ya cum so hard you won’t be able to think about no one but me.” he hissed, and when I tried opening my mouth to respond he cut me off again and pressed our lips together.
I huffed in annoyance, refusing to kiss him to see how much angrier he can get.
Mansk wrapped his hand around my throat again, squeezing from the sides to cut off my air and blood flow for a few seconds. I gave in, kissing him back with as much lust and passion as I could.
Without breaking the make out, Mansk trailed his hand down my body and spread my legs apart. I didn’t fight it this time. It seemed like a challenge to him.
I lift my head and look between our bodies, my eyes going wide as I realise that Mansk is still hard. He pushes my head down by my neck, leaning over and sucking hickeys into the skin. I bite down on my lip, suppressing my noises which sound like muffled whimpers to him.
He would make sure that even doing that won’t keep you quiet when he’s inside you again.
Mansk pressed himself against my bare heat which was dripping with his cum. He ground his hips against me and I let my head drop back in pleasure and sighed.
I felt his lips form into a grin against the skin of my collarbone. I still had my bra on because he was in too much of a hurry to take it off before. Mansk was completely naked on the other hand.
His teeth tugged at the strap of my sports bra before he leaned back and pulled it over my head. Without hesitation, he leaned back down, roughly groping my breasts and leaving a dark hickey above one.
The grinding stopped when he pressed the tip of his leaking dick against my entrance again. Slowly he applied pressure, straightening himself and picking up my right leg to wrap it around his waist. I let him move me around because for whatever reason, I was convinced he wouldn’t make me cum. Not when I was already so sore.
“Where’d your feral side go?” he teased, smirking down at me. I dramatically exhale to show my irritation.
“I’m not fucking feral.” I hiss and he scoffs.
“We’ll see.”
“I’m sorry do you want me to punch you?” I ask, looking up at him.
“You won’t be able to in a sec.” he says and with that, he pushes himself back inside me. He enters me easier this time because we’re both coated in slick from the last round.
My pupils grow wider at the feeling and I strain my ears back, not wanting him to see the hint of pleasure I just felt.
Mansk still isn’t gentle because he has no reason to ‘make love’ to you. However, it’s not as brutal as before.
He starts to thrust into me more precisely this time and my body tenses when it starts feeling good. Fuck.
His tail found mine, making them wrap around each other while he focused on finding my weak spots. Mansk’s left hand held my thigh up on his waist as he pushed deeper each time until he started bottoming out on each thrust.
My breathing grows heavy and I feel a small pressure build in me but it’s enough for me to resist.
Mansk is eyeing me, watching my expressions and he notices how I’m fighting myself. He has a solution for that.
While thrusting into me again, he lets go of my thigh which stays on him and his thumb circles my clit.
I inhale sharply, pressing my lips together making him smirk. He slowly sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, letting his thumb brush over my clit every once in a while making me try to close my legs around him.
I throw my head back and clench my eyes closed, realising that I’ll lose this silly bet and that if he doesn’t stop I will cum.
Suddenly, he presses his thumb right against my clit and at the same time, his dick brushes up against my G-spot. He feels my walls clench around him briefly and I hiss, letting my mouth drop open.
“There you are.” he growled, meaning my ‘feral side’. It seems that Mansk liked the animalistic noises we emitted.
“Fuck-” I whimper, arching my back off the ground. He takes the hint, feeling a sense of pride in his chest as he continues doing exactly what he is. With each thrust, he applies a little more pressure on my clit and rubs under it and I’m gone. I’ll definitely lose.
My hands grip his shoulder, needing to clutch something for support. Deep inside I’m angry at him and at myself for letting this happen and for having it feel so good. So to put up my rebellious message, I dig my fingernails into his back, clawing at the skin in a desperate attempt to contain my pleasure.
Mansk growls, leaning forwards and once again resting his head in the crook of my neck. He licked over the area he bit into last time and then nibbled on the skin around it, tracing his fangs along it in a threatening manner.
Tears sting the corners of my eyes, slowly threatening to spill. Mansk looks up at me and grins at the sight.
“Such a needy little thing.” He coos and I know he’s making fun of me.
“You started it-” I sniffle and almost sob in pleasure. “...you idiot.” I can’t think of any good insults or comebacks.
I hiss when he bites down a little more than he should on my neck and I take it as a warning.
“C’mon, stop fightin’ it and cum f’ere me.” he mumbles, placing a kiss on my neck. He doesn’t stop his actions and I know it’ll all be over in a few seconds.
“No-” I whimper, and at this point, I’m begging myself not to come more than I’m telling him. I hate how good he’s making me feel. But it doesn’t matter because, with the next thrust, I’m seeing stars.
“Mansk-” I almost scream, clenching my legs around his waist and throwing my head back. My fingers are still, digging into his back one final time as my own body shakes and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
He rides out my orgasm, extending it for as long as possible.
I’m mindlessly mumbling his name over and over again.
Finally, I come down and my body goes limp beneath him. My chest is heaving and when I look up at him, Mansk has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Instantly I frown which makes him chuckle.
“You still mad?” he asks and I stare at him in disbelief.
“Until you grow the balls to apologise, yeah.” I reply, wiping my hand over my forehead. My language and attitude being present after all that amazes him.
He smiles with a sigh before speaking. “I’m sorry.” he says but I shake my head.
My hand lifts up to his face and I push his shades up onto his head so that I can see him properly. “I don’t think you mean it.”
He drops his head in defeat before facing me again. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot to you.” he says and I smile, satisfied.
“Are you into me?” I ask but he doesn’t answer. “Because if yes, than this is not the way you should approach things.” I laugh and he smiles to himself, feeling unsure.
“Yeah..” he mumbles, wondering whether he should apologise again. He wasn’t good at these conversations.
I sigh, knowing I’ll have to deal with this emotional wreck from now on. To ease his thoughts I pull him down by his dog tag and this time I initiate the kiss. Mansk melts into it, holding my cheek and when we pull away he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“You have to help me up, I don’t think I can make it to my room.” I say and he grins, nodding and getting up. Mansk gently pulls me to my feet and accompanies me in the shower. It was nice, finally seeing this side of him.
He let me touch him and purred when I washed his back of some dried blood.
Since everyone was asleep we managed to sneak into his room and we fell asleep together. Who knows how much longer we’ll be around to experience this.
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"the fandom ruined mha" is one of those vastly popular opinions that i've never quite understood. because they honestly...weren't as bad as people made it seem??? i swear people with zero fandom experience will see a thirteen year old in cheap cosplay having fun and say shit like "ew i hate this fandom you're ruining it" like maybe leave the goddamn kid alone??
mha has a very large fan community, and what makes it a little different than most other anime fandoms is that mha was specifically targeted for a global audience. they did their best to avoid any quirks and cliche tropes of anime that would go over non-japanese' heads. the art style is pretty cartoonish and it's got lots of references to western comics. there's a whole ass movie set in the US. what i'm trying to say is that a large, international fandom was always what they were going for, and it was well received. it was one of those shows that you'd kind of had to watch if you wanted to be in anime spaces back in like 2016-2018. mind you this is when even aot wasn't that popular. and when something is so popular, there's gonna be lot of weird people in the fandom. BECAUSE most of them will be people who have never been in fandom spaces before. the "cringy mha fans" that were the butt of every joke in anime discord were more of than not minors having just been introduced to anime or fandom culture as a whole. there were lots of weird stuff, i admit. but was it ever really that serious? like why couldn't yall just leave those people alone??
another thing people just couldn't stop talking about was how there were way too many ships in the fandom but 1) why is that a bad thing? and 2) of course there were gonna be a lot of ships in a show that introduced TWO WHOLE CLASSROOMS OF TEENAGERS AS THE MAIN CAST who interacted all the time. not to mention all the students from other hero schools, upperclassmen, pro heroes & teachers. there are like a million characters in this show and the more characters the more potential ships -it's fucking common sense. i think what really happened there was that people outside of the fandom looked at the fanmade content and thought the fandom must have been obsessed with ships. when in reality i think the fans were really chill about it. most of them were multishippers, they didn’t mind the other pairings. i understand that for an outsider's eye all the ships and disclose must've looked chaotic but in fandom spaces people know how to filter the content they engage with so there really arent any serious "ship wars" going on anywhere except for maybe instagram comments.
i am not saying all the ships were unproblematic, there were some pretty weird ships going on too, but honestly i thought half of them were jokes? or at least crackships? and if you compared the number of fics those kind of pairings have on ao3 to the more family friendly ones you'd see that there really weren't an actual fanbase for any of those weird ass pairings.
i think the core of mha fandom has never been as chaotic as others thought it was. mha fans were interested in the story, the fights & the character development while casually enjoying ships as well. it wasn't that serious until yall started bullying a bunch of kids online. with the rise of tiktok and the boredom the pandemic caused there were a huge amount of amateur content. i'm not saying i've never seen a mha fan being genuinely cringe. i just think the mature response to those posts would have been leaving the poor kids alone.
yesterday i've seen a youtube video about how awful mha fans are and this guy just showed a clip of a bunch of cosplayers outside of what was probably an anime convention dancing to gangnam style and he was going on and on about how annoying they are. and it made me so angry because where the fuck did these anime fan bourgeoisie snobs come from telling people they can't have fun at FUCKING ANIME CONVENTIONS??? i dont know if you've ever been to one but an anime con is basically the only place that's supposed to be safe to do cringe shit like that. everyone goes to those things in cosplay, some better than others. but last i checked everyone was pretty nice to each other, complimenting each other's costumes, asking to take photos. the cosplays don't have to be good, they don't even have to be complete. a convention is the one place you can show up in a wig you bought off ebay and a costume you finished making the night before. i dont know what yall are on but people go to those events to have fun. not to be filmed and made fun of. and from my personal experience having been in fandom spaces since middle school, someone who dances to gangnam style in a cheap todoroki cosplay is an infinitely nicer person than the stuck-up loser who makes a video complaining about it
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Kinktober
Day 18: Hate-fucking (billy loomis)
- Fear? — Eric repeats the same question in a provocative tone.
She turns her face in the macabre, dimly lit environment, letting me see her irritated expression.
— It’s going to take half an hour, damn it — He says between his teeth.
Jack barks and tries to go after a doll that walks by us singing a little children's song that isn't peaceful.
Eric laughs, but stops when a bloodcurdling scream rings through the room we're in. More people who entered with us begin to scream and scatter throughout the house, disappearing from our sight.
— You talk about me so much, but you're also peeing your pants — Briana teases Eric.
— Oh, shut up and walk — He orders, pushing us forward.
When I go to stow my small bag on my shoulder, my eyes lock on the person with a mask and black hoodie staring at me through the countless pieces of glass. My heart accelerates and I look back, seeing him disappear through a door.
— I don't think we should have come to this shit — I say, still staring at the door where the clown disappeared.
—Are you scared? — Briana laughs, but seems nervous.
— I have a bad feeling... — I say, looking around.
I feel something strange and the masked man intrigued me, even if he was just another attraction.
— Have you seen the place you are in? — Eric is sarcastic, but I see his throat swallow hard.
We move to another room and I scream softly when someone runs their hand through my hair, and when I look back, there's no one there.
— Someone also touched my arm! — Eric says, looking around.
Jack barks and growls, position ready to attack.
— Relax, they're just fantasy people... — She stops talking when a faceless, all-black figure advances towards her. Briana does the most unexpected thing in the world. She punches him.
The figure, which appears to be a guy, staggered back a few steps with his hand on his non-existent nose. Jack barks, but at least he doesn't seem aggressive.
- Cum! — Briana curses, grabbing the hand she used to punch the man.
— Shit, Briana! — Eric says, but he seems to want to laugh — The guy is just working — He walks up to the guy.
Briana rests her hand on her heart looking at her victim with an awkward smile, but I can say for sure that the blood has disappeared from her well-defined face.
Eric laughs, but it stops when zombies start coming through the door Briana is heading towards. She stops in place and starts walking backwards, pulling Jack with her.
— I... I'm afraid of zombies... — Eric whispers next to me, his eyes wide.
When I least expect it, he runs through the other door and Briana follows suit, tugging at the skirt of my dress so I can follow them. Jack tries to stop in place when I see that I haven't even left mine and barks, as if calling me.
My breath catches when I see a spider crawling up the face of one of the zombies, specifically in its eye. Or what's left of it. I scream and run in the direction my friends went.
I see Eric running in another direction and when Briana goes to follow him, a woman dressed in white blocks her path, making her go in the opposite direction. As if her neck was broken, she slowly turns it towards me, fixing her eyes on me.
She walks towards me and I look at the door next to me, seeing the zombies coming. Unable to follow my friends, I run in another direction. I clutch my bag against my stomach, fearing it will fall in the process. A man with a knife comes up to me and I widen my eyes, entering the first room I find.
I slam the door, locking it and move away from it a little. Someone turns the doorknob trying to get in, but fails miserably. I sigh, relieved that at this moment I have at least a little peace in the chaotic environment.
That's what I thought, but chills rise throughout my body and I swallow hard, looking back. Standing just a few meters away from me is the same masked guy who stared at me in the mirror. He takes a step forward and I take another step back.
I turned my back and walked towards the door, grabbing the handle. Just as I'm about to turn it, a hand slams against the old wood, making me jump in fright. My heart is in my mouth, refusing to beat properly again.
He's after me, and has me right where he's wanted me this whole time. Alone.
I take my pocket knife out of my bag and slowly turn towards him, raising my eyes to him.
- Who are you? — I ask with a trembling voice, gripping my knife tightly.
The stalker is leaning on the door by his elbows, his arms on either side of my head, trapping me in his cage. And I don't know if I'll be able to get out of it.
- What you want? — I insist, ready to kill him if necessary.
The stalker tilts his head to the side, seeming to study me.
— I won't ask again — I say through gritted teeth — Who. Cum. AND. You? — I ask for the last time.
He takes one of his hands away from the door and carefully, I see his hand go up my neck, his fingers sliding over my skin in a gesture that I almost don't feel. He grabs my neck, pressing me against the door.
The gesture is so familiar that my heart missed a beat when I recognized it.
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— Billy… — His name leaves my lips in a whisper.
For proof of something I feel deep in my bones, I reach for the back of his head, and rip off the mask in a quick motion.
A gasp escapes me as I stare at the messy strands falling into the cruelest icy eyes I've ever seen. And they're staring at me with unparalleled amusement and mischief.
—Are you calmer, love? — He asks in a hoarse voice, looking into my eyes.
I swallow hard, trying by some miracle to get through the door with the strength of my mind. He's too close for my own good.
— Are you silent now? he asks, stroking my chin with his thumb.
His eyes scan my entire face with a kind of adoration, but there's also anger in them.
— I told you to leave me alone, you psychopath — I find my voice, moving his hand away from my neck.
Even though my skin misses your touch, I ignore it.
— And I said you only had a few hours to calm down — He says, resting his arms on either side of my head — Tick tock, time up, little monster... — I smiled.
I take a deep breath, clenching the blade.
— I don't want you anymore, can you understand that in that sick mind of yours? — I touch my own temple — We're done here, whatever shit we had — I lift my chin.
Billy laughs softly, shaking his head. I just feel the anger slowly grow in my chest, radiating throughout my body.
— Own, I love your naivety — He leans towards me until our noses almost touch — You'll have to kill me if you want this to end — He slides his nose along my cheek.
— As you wish — I reply, raising the knife towards his neck.
I don't know if it was anger or an impulsive desire, but I really intend to kill Billy. But he notices it too quickly, managing to dodge in time. But not enough to stop me from cutting your left cheek.
Billy lets go of me, taking a few steps back. He touches his cheek, staring at his blood-stained fingers. Then he lifts his head, letting me see the small cut, about two centimeters long.
I slightly widen my eyes when I see his darken darkly. I move my gaze down when a bulge in Billy's pants catches my eye. He's hard?
In response, I clench my thighs as I feel my core throb.
- Congratulations love. You just need to be more accurate — Billy says through his teeth in a dark voice, approaching me with blood running down his cheek.
He makes to grab me, but in one quick movement, I manage to hit his groin with my knee. Billy lets out a grunt, falling to his knees in front of me. I don't think as I turn to the door and open it.
Before I can pass it, a huge hand grabs my ankle and I turn to Billy. I kick his face with my other foot, making him fall on his side and consequently letting me go.
— If you wanted to play tag, you just said so, love! — I hear Billy scream, and it seems so, so close.
Desperate, I quicken my steps, feeling my heart want to come out of my mouth. It's like a horror movie and Billy is the ghostface trying to kill me. Following me. He comes without rushing because he knows that at the end of this, he will eat me alive.
I go into a room where there is no one and lock the door.
— Little monster... — Billy knocks on the door — Let me in, okay? You don't want me to blow and knock it over... — He says between his teeth, then laughing.
— Fuck you, you sicko! — I growl, running towards the other door that will lead me out.
— I bet you're wet right now... — Billy says, making me stop with my hand on the doorknob — Are you turned on by all this chasing? Is your pussy dripping for me, love? — He asks in a hoarse voice.
I rub my thighs together, denying myself. Refusing to believe that I'm enjoying this. No, I abhor what he's doing now. Because admitting that his pursuit turns me on is also admitting that I'm just as sick as he is. I ignore how affected I am and open the door, running into the other room. I need to get out of here, I need to find my friends and get out of this damn house.
I walk past her when they grab my hair from behind and pull me back inside, making me scream. I try to hit Billy again, but he grabs my arm and pins it behind my back, turning me to face him.
- Let me go! — I command, trying to pull my arm from his grip.
Billy looks up at me and my breath catches in my throat when I see the cut I made on his cheek and the thin, short trickle of blood escaping his nose. Consequence of my kick.
— Every time you use that knife on me, I get harder — He says, licking his lips while staring at mine.
Yes, I can feel the bulge poking my belly.
— It's because you're crazy — I say with disdain, raising my chin in affront.
— Yes, for every detail of yours — He says between his teeth, grabbing my hair with one of his hands again — But damn, I want to kill you now — He growls, squeezing my throat.
I stand on my tiptoes as his grip becomes almost unbearable and I feel my pussy throb. Traitor.
— She calls me sick but she's rubbing her thighs like a masochistic little bitch just because she's being hanged — She tilts her head to the side, looking at me.
— I knew you were sick, but not to the point of delirium — I tease with a smile, my voice muffled by his hand on my neck.
— I love your debauchery, but I'm very angry with you, love... — He says — You hurt my dick, but I'm sure it wasn't because you wanted to, right? — He asks with an affectionate intonation.
— I'm sorry, next time I'll make sure your heirs aren't born — I smile disdainfully.
I try to free myself once more, but it seems impossible.
— Next time, they'll be growing in your belly — Billy smirks, letting go of my hair and running his thumb along the wrist of my neck.
— Kneel — he orders, making me throb.
— I'm going to hate you at the end of all this, Billy — I whisper.
He nibbles my lip.
— Lie with your mouth on my dick — Send it.
He squeezes my scalp and I moan, falling to my knees in front of his body. Looking from below, it gets even bigger. It's like a giant that can crush me at any moment.
He lets go of my hair and takes his own hands to the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and undoing the button. He reaches into his underwear and pulls out his dick. It stands before my lips and I sigh, seeing it harder than ever.
The head is so red and the veins stand out around it. The pre-cum leaks out, sliding through him.
"Him," Billy ordered.
Looking at him in defiance, I place the thick head of his cock in my lips, sucking it. The salty taste of cum explodes on my palate and I go down even further, putting almost half of it in my mouth.
I see Billy throw his head back and groan, but still looking down at me. I narrow my eyes at him the moment I bite down on his dick. He curses, gripping my strands hard enough for me to let go and walk away.
— If you only knew how much this turns me on... — I smiled, sliding the head of his cock past my lips.
The gag reflex kicks in but controls it in time, at the exact second that Billy drags himself out and comes back with a vengeance. Tears well up in my eyes from the lack of air, but I find myself relaxing my jaw and moaning around his cock. My thighs tighten and I try to keep up with his rhythm.
He doesn't let me reason when, with his hand in my hair, he pulls me up. Billy turns me onto my back and presses my cheek to the cold wall, and I feel his cock between my thighs. He lifts my dress and then I feel a tug and the sound of tearing fabric. My panties.
- What are you doing…? — I ask even though I know the answer.
Billy doesn't answer me, he just shoves himself inside me and in a quick gesture my eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, my head kicking back and a scream escaping my numb lips.
— Fucking beg — He orders, his hand grabbing my neck.
I smirk slightly, pulling the knife away from his neck and grabbing the back of his head as I lean towards him. My lips brush his as I wrap one of my arms around his shoulders, hugging him.
— Please fuck me. Take me…” I whimper, pulling his lip towards me.
I scream loudly when in one quick movement, Billy thrusts himself inside me without an ounce of gentleness at the same time he bites one of my nipples hard. I should be disgusted by all this violence towards me, but I look more and more ready to explode.
I hate that. I love that.
I scream as the orgasm explodes, taking over my entire body and clouding all my senses. I hear nothing but a thin buzzing sound and see nothing other than the stars twinkling in my field of vision.
I whimpered as my orgasm-sensitive pussy contracted around him. Around your dick that seems to want to tear me in half. He fucks me so hard that I choke and I don't know where he starts or where I end.
— S-Stop... I can't take it anymore — I moan, scared by the desire that grew again in my stomach.
Billy's laugh makes my pussy throb and suck him in, like it's hungry and only he can finish it.
My body is turned sideways and one of Billy's hands is on the side of my head, while the other is holding me by the thigh, pulling me against his body. This position allows me to feel his cock from a different angle.
It feels deeper.
— I...I'm going to cum again — I cry. I'm so sensitive it hurts.
His hips don't stop and my breathing quickens.
— I-I'm going to... I'm going to pass out — I whisper with a broken voice as my legs shake.
But Billy ignores me, his hips speeding up and his thrusts becoming more animalistic. I cry, shaking my head as I flatten my hand on his broad chest through his sweatshirt.
— Even if you deny it, your body is mine, as is your heart. And no one else can have them, love.
Just when I think he's going to continue, his whole body goes rigid and he stops abruptly, spilling himself inside me. Hot jets fill me and it's impossible not to moan and whimper at the sensation.
— You have until tomorrow at 11:59 pm to stop acting like a spoiled brat and start believing in me again. — Speak, giving me a peck.
#slasher smut#scream smut#billy loomis smut#scream#billy loomis x reader#halloween#friday the 13th#michael myers smut#jason voorhees imagine#kinktober#kinktober 2023
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I loved what you wrote and I can't help but see that too! If ya want...here is a part 2 if ya want more! If not feel free to delete!
Maybe as y/n follows butter roll around, butter roll introduces y/n to stuff aaaand soon other cookies of darkness notice y/n and when they discover y/n is their first creation...well...stuff ensues. Can imagine y/n just curiously looking at things and wanting to touch everything. Soft dress? Touch. Cool scythe? Touch. Silly mushroom head that looks squishy? Touch.
Enjoy the milkshake! It’s nice to write about some of my favorite goobers
Cookies Of Darkness with a curious reader
-platonic scenario-
Part 1 part 3
Butter Roll was obviously going to show you off to his fellow researchers and the Cookies Of Darkness! I mean he made a cookie with all of the ingredients unlike some cookies
Butter Roll definitely felt some superiority over Dark Enchantress and Matcha Cookie due to this
Well this obviously didn’t bother Dark Enchantress but man did it bother Matcha
Butter Roll was bragging about you non stop! It was VERY annoying
But the thing was you were less of a bragger, more on the quiet side but also on curious side which was a bonus for Matcha since she could get you to hate Butter Roll if she tried hard enough
But the first time you met Matcha you touched her staff, now granted you got a little electric shock but still, you were curious to see how to felt!
Now when you met Pomegranate Cookie you wanted to touch her mirror, but everyone and I mean EVERYONE said not to since that would be a horrible idea, even Pomegranate herself said it was a bad idea
So you just patted her on the head, and her hair was surprisingly soft!
Now Licorice Cookie was a different story, he wanted to ignore you, but you were too persistent!
Licorice set his staff down one day and you wanted to see how his staff felt. It felt smooth yet rough, and when you tried to pick it up you were very surprised to how heavy it was
When Licorice came back he snatched back his staff and held it with ease. I guess he’s stronger than he looks…
Now Poison Mushroom Cookie was very very chill with you, their head looked squishy so you squished it
The two of you are now friends, no questions asked
Now there are three cookies who will occasionally stop by, like Dark Enchantress Cookie
You felt her horns once but she snapped at you. So you kinda stay away from her
Now there’s Red Velvet Cookie, when he stops by it’s to either give a status update or to drop of ingredients
But when you first saw him, you wanted to see what his cake arm felt like
Now granted he was a little aggressive with you at first but once a panicked Butter Roll explained to him that you were freshly baked, Red Velvet calmed down
So whenever you want to touch his cake arm you have to ask, most of the time he’ll say no but if your lucky you will get a yes
And then there’s Affogato Cookie. He doesn’t come around much but when he does it’s a little chaotic
He’s sly. Very sly
The rest of the Cookies Of Darkness mainly Licorice try to keep you two away from each other.
Affogato will probably try to make you believe that he’s the only one worth listening to.
But if the two of you are alone, Affogato will let you feel the fur of his outfit, or the silk of his sleeves
But you do hear from Poison Mushroom that there are some more Cookies Of Darkness you’ve not met… you wonder if you’ll ever meet them
#crk#cookie run#crk x reader#butter roll cookie#matcha cookie#pomegranate cookie#licorice cookie#poison mushroom cookie#red velvet cookie#affogato cookie#dark enchantress cookie#cookies of darkness
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can i request reader being someone’s older sibling and haerin is like into the reader but people think she’s into her friend 🥹
i can see haerin just observing the reader while she has friends over and being such a sunshine
my best friend's sister : non idol! kang haerin x fem!reader
synopsis: you don't know if haerin hates you or she's just super shy whenever you're around
words: 1k
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haerin knew this was bad.
she’s been best friends with danielle for who knows how long, they could all see the way the pair act all lovey dovey, something that sparked the rumors of them dating. all of their time is spent right next to each other, both families know of their presence, and even you, danielle’s older sister, know of haerin’s presence.
who wouldn’t fall for danielle, she’s top of her class, part of the cheer team, and has a voice of an angel. why settle for less, right?
well, having a crush on her best friend’s older sister was going to be a problem, let alone people thought that danielle and her are dating. the assumptions people make that kang haerin is thinking about love because of her best friend who is secretly seeing someone. partially, yes, she’s helping danielle in courting jang wonyoung who’s in a different class, and she’s no help when she’s being all flustered and blushing when you’re nearby.
personality wise, y/n marsh, is the complete opposite of danielle marsh.
you’re chaotic, loud, playful, but you deeply care for danielle, one of the first traits that haerin found endearing about you. just like danielle, you’re part of the top students in your university, an officer in multiple organizations that shows how dedicated you are in improving your leadership skills, but also you play instruments and sing bass to support danielle in her hobbies.
haerin has always kept an eye on you, and she wonders if you do the same thing to her.
it was no surprise that you and danielle go everywhere together during the weekends, probably because her sister who is older by 2 years is the only person she can drag anywhere, aside from haerin.
it was already a problem trying to avoid you at school when you would drop danielle off and keep her safe. or how when you two are left alone, you become quiet and try to do some sort of small talk but fail miserably because haerin is too flustered to even talk to you.
she’s trying her best, but something about you just makes her freak out, panic, blush, and overall just lose her mind. even when danielle has her entire friend group over, haerin has a hard time conversing with you, minji and hanni do it with ease, hyein tends to keep close as you baby her, and most of the time she’s next to danielle.
“hey, jihye.” danielle hums, not looking at you as she continues reading her book.
“does haerin not like me?” that line made danielle stop and look at you with, ‘are you that dense?’
“why…? do you want her to like you?” you raised your hands up in a defensive way, it just felt weird that you’re close with all of danielle’s friends except for her best friend. even wonyoung talks to you, so you simply question it.
“well, yeah. haerin’s your best friend after all. you’re close with yuna, and sometimes i feel like you two are best friends.” danielle only laughed at your face as she reassured you that haerin does not hate you or anything along those lines.
the next time haerin came to visit, you weren’t there to greet her like you usually do. a smile on your face ready to hug her and check up on her then going back to doing whatever you were initially doing. maybe she missed her chance, you’re a college student and probably in the middle of finishing some requirements. benefit of the doubt.
danielle took notice of how haerin’s eyes kept lingering at the door or the stairs, she could only laugh at her best friend. you just went out to buy some snacks because yuna was gonna come by to do some allnighters for your midterms. not because haerin was also coming over and you wanted to buy them snacks as well and think of a way to talk to the girl.
so when haerin heard your footsteps that somehow always have a rhythm going through the front porch and humming something. you opened the door to see haerin looking at you as soon as you entered, carry two bags filled with snacks and some ramen, you gave her a shy smile.
“haerin-ssi, hi. where’s danielle?” you removed your shoes and let haerin carry one of the bags to help you sort them in the kitchen.
“she went to the bathroom.” you hummed, placing the bag on the counter, turning to haerin and hugging her as your usual greeting. she wanted to stay within your arms, you’re taller than hyein, the perfect height according to her, the warmth you give off. i’ll never get tired of this.
“how’d you been?” you let go first, giving a small smile at her and went on to sorting the snacks you bought.
“good. you?” she helped you sort it out, passing the chips and biscuits to your side as you handed her the ramens.
“quite alright, wondering if you hate me.” that took haerin by surprise, another trait of yours that she just admires is the way you confront people with no fear. danielle still has that fear of hurting people emotionally but with you, if there’s a problem why let it linger?
how does she say that she doesn’t hate you, that she actually likes you a lot, and not in a way where she looks up to you but wishes to be a part of your daily life.
“i don’t hate you, its quite the opposite really. i’m just…”
“shy?” haerin nodded as you fold the eco bags and place them under the sink along with the other bags and plastic bags.
“... would it be weird if i ask you out on a date?”
“what?!”
you stopped what you were doing, looking at haerin directly in the eye. it would be lie if you said you don’t like her, heck danielle knew of your crush on her best friend and simply didn’t wish to intervene.
“JUST SAY YES!” danielle shouted by the stairs, making you and haerin stop and look towards that direction.
“DANI!” to say the least, you did manage to get that date with haerin after chasing danielle around the house. haerin is lucky that her best friend’s sister looks her way.
#newjeans x reader#newjeans imagines#newjeans#haerin#nwjns#kang haerin newjeans#haerin imagines#kang haerin x reader#nwjns haerin#kang haerin#newjeans haerin#haerin newjeans
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What are your own headcanons on the percy platoon?
I have one i need to say percival shows affection to others(Anne,Nasiens, Donny, Lancelot) by giving physical touch from kisses, hugs etc.. and telks daily that he loves them and mean everything to him.Percival feels like that type person. Lol😚💕 what they reactions will if Percival doses this?
I do agree with your own headcanon, Percy does seem like the type of person to have physical touch as their love language. As for the others reactions I would say they would reciprocate it especially Donny, Anne thought he's being clingy at first but loosened up to it, Lancelot would give him headpats at most and Nasiens is left a blushing and stuttering mess all the time.
For the Percy Platoon Headcanons I do have a couple lol
During the time that Lancelot is known as Sin the fox, he would often climb on Donny or Nasiens' shoulders to rest cause he gets quite uncomfortable walking on all fours. In most cases he would fall asleep on Nasiens' shoulders reason being he finds his scent soothing and relaxing. Now he knows why it's like that.
Lancelot's HATES it when his hoodie gets dirty. Donny said it's his own fault because the hoodie is mostly white, he got a death glare from Lance right after that remark.
One the day of Percival's resurrection, King asked Sixtus to bring Anne, Donny and Lancelot over so that the first people that Percival would see when he wakes up are his friends.
When Percy woke up, it's a heartwarming scene. Everybody cried and they fell into each other's embrace. They stayed in the Fairy Realm for a while just have some peace and quiet while they catch up on what's been happening with everyone.
The conversation about Nasiens' true origins is a heartwarming and funny one. They're all supporting and happy for Nasiens and excited to meet his family but the moment their names are dropped all hell breaks lose. Donny didn't believe it at first, Anne freaked out, Percival got even more excited and Lancelot smiled through it all and with a pat on the back Lancelot welcomed Nasiens to the family, the team is confused for obvious reasons and that's when he told them about his family for the first time and things got even more chaotic after that.
Nasiens would sometimes ask Lancelot things about his family, in a way he wants to know them in a much personal level which he didn't get the chance too during his stay there. Lancelot didn't shy away from it and told him stories every chance he gets.
Percival gets drunk quite easily, he's not a lightweight per se he just doesn't know his limit. They often shy away from giving him too much and resort to just giving him non-alcoholic drinks.
Donny and Anne's alcohol tolerance is pretty average, they learned how pace themselves really well. It's mainly due to Lancelot's high alcohol tolerance and Nasiens' incapability to get drunk, they don't want to make a fool of themselves while those two are still sober. In the end, it's a race on who gets drunk first.
Anne and Lancelot have the best sense of style out of the group. Nasiens was once a part of this club but his card got revoked because of his chosen hair style. He'll get it back don't worry.
After an unfortunate incident with a poisonous mushroom that Donny accidentally ate, every single ingredient needs to pass the 'Nasiens is this poison? Test'
Anne is quite handy with a needle and thread.
Lancelot knows how to braid. He would braid Anne's hair when he's bored. Just don't ask him how he knows how to do this or he'll stop leaving your hair with an unfinished braid.
#winter answers asks#lancelot#percival#nasiens#donny#anne#Percival Platoon#nanatsu no taizai#four knights of the apocalypse#seven deadly sins#4kota#nnt#mokushiroku no yonkishi#seven deadly sins sequel#nanatsu no taizai mokushiroku no yonkishi#headcanons#4kota headcanons#Percy Platoon Headcanons
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You should write Creek x Caine hcs /j……unless…../hj
Creek X Caine Headcannons
Pairings: Creek X Caine
Warnings: Cursing, Ugly ass Creek
A/N: This is my friend Kris is OC named Caine please go check my chaotic friend out this is their blog @memow-kris and they are gay af but I love them sm because of their dumbass also the art isn't mine it's kris is art work <33
- Since Caine found creek in his stupid ass abandoned emo sad boy phase he looked down at creek who was begging for atleast something
- When Creek kept on pleading for caine to help him caine couldn't help but stare in utter disgust before smirking slightly "I like broken men... okay lets go ugly" Caine stated motioning Creek to follow Caine
- since Caine lived near the outskirts of pop village and volcano rock city right on the border
- Caine was walking to help find pop village for creek while Creek was confused thinking Caine was going to kill him
- Though Caine wanted to kill the teal haired male they couldn’t help but feel slight pity yet it faded when remembering the troll was an traitor to its own kind
- What felt like weeks even though it was an day of Creeks Non-stop bitching they finally arrived as creek thanked caine with an huge grin
- "Oh, thank you so much mate!" Creek said with an smile as Caine rolled their eyes turning around "Sure man, no problem" Caine was starting to walk away as creek quickly stopped him "Y'know, I'm sure everyone will be wondering how I got back... maybe you could uhm... stay longer?"
- In all honesty Creek wanted caine to stay longer since he found the troll quite interesting
- Caine groaned in annoyance wanting to go back home but creek kept on trying to persuade the male which had surprisingly worked
- After that the two soon grew close together somehow
- Dated after an year of Caine hating the ever loving shit of creek yet wanting to aggressively make out with him
- Creek loves showing off but but when it comes to Caine he likes to be an even bigger tease but doesn't mind teaching caine new things especially if it's something spiritual
- Creek would show the scars he got for being in the wilderness but he allows Caine to grace them with his soft warm fingers as caine ask questions about them
- Caine's tail wrapped around creeks waist or on creeks belly, or curled arounfd creeks wrists when you two are sitting next to eachother,
- Creek has a lot of trouble sleeping, but if caine is with him? this mother fucker would cling onto the male since he was in the wilderness for awhile I feel like he's a huge fan of cuddling it brings him comfort knowing he is safe now
- He's feeling guilty about betraying the trolls for his own selfish needs but he still thinks the others would do the same if they were in his position
- Shared kisses with each other sometimes when caine feels like it or just to tease the shit out of creek
- Creek praises caine every chance he fucking gets like have you seen him around poppy and the others he wants to be likeable! he wants his title back but he knew he wasn't able to get it back
- Creek showing caine how much he cares for him and loves having new experiences with you and quite enjoys the fact that caine would make an disgusted look
- Either way it's an love hate relationship yet they both know they love each other deeply
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#fluff#trolls#Creek trolls#trolls world tour#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#trolls 3#dreamwork trolls#trolls x reader#trolls world tour x reader#trolls band together x reader#brozone#brozone x reader#spruce x reader#bruce x reader#clay x reader#floyd x reader#branch x reader#creek x reader#trollex x reader#king trollex#x reader#Trolls 2#Trolls 1#trolls creek#trolls fanart#trolls branch#trolls poppy#trolls art
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they notice you’re not wearing a bra
(jjk x f!reader) - minors and ageless blogs dni
(Gojo, Geto, Mei Mei, Utahime) - Non Sorcerer AU.
a/n: Thank you @sixeyesgojo for enabling me & my chaotic ideas! <3 Now, I want to preface this by saying that I know boobs come in all shapes and sizes, and this isn’t the most inclusive reader insert but I try not to allude to too many details? I hope you till enjoy this! this is also kind of self indulgent considering I hate wearing bras -shoutout to @shadowsorceress for the ideas for Geto & Utahime!
I’ll be posting for the other characters. I have ideas written out for the rest but these are the completed quick drabbles! hehe
tags: nipple play, mentioned (unprotected sex), smut
-> GOJO
Your boyfriend has a fixation with touching you whenever you are together. When in public, his hand always finds itself protectively holding you by the waist or his fingers intertwine themselves around yours. Even in the privacy of your own apartment, Satoru still manages to get himself as close to you as possible.
You weren’t surprised when you felt him slip his hands underneath your loose black t-shirt, gently massaging the flesh of your stomach as you nestled your back closer against his chest.
You should have told him to stop, to pay attention to the movie playing on the screen, but even you couldn’t deny how naturally you softened against his touch. Mapping his way up your chest, Gojo extends his long digits before cupping your breasts in the palm of his hand. His eyes widen with shock, surprised that he wasn’t met with the familiar texture of lace or cotton.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he states obviously, his thumb swiping over your nipple at the same time and you shiver while unintentionally rubbing over his length.
“My back was hurting, I didn’t need the added strain today,” you hum calmly, allowing yourself to mold into the frame of his body.
He hides his amused grin, biting the inside of his cheek instead as he tweaks your nipples between his thumb and index finger.
“Let me help you relax then, Angel,” he coos sweetly, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he buries his cock inside you and pumping out every last drop of his release deep in your cunt.
-> GETO
Suguru sees two buds poking against the fabric of your fitted black crop top. He wets his lips, feeling his dick twitch in his pants as he holds back his smile. He couldn’t help but take cheeky glances at you, paying attention to the way your breasts bounced lightly with each of your movements.
You’ve just proven the suspicious question that’s been crossing his mind all day.
He wasn’t going to bring it up, of course, but he also wasn’t going to confess that he turned down the temperature of his apartment just to make sure of his little hunch.
“Did it get colder in here?” you wondered before squeezing your breasts together as you crossed your arms over each other.
“I don’t think so,” you partner fibs, suppressing a giggle as he sees you fidget on the opposite side of the sofa. “Why? Something wrong, sweetheart?”
“It’s just a little chilly…” you reply with a pout.
He flicks his middle and index finger towards him, “C’mere…”
You crawl your way over, your legs straddle themselves around his own and you fold into his strong body as he pulls you closer for a hug.
“I can think of a few things that might warm you up…”
All it took were a few teasing touches from him to have you in the current state you were in - with your cropped tee resting comfortably above your chest, while you roughly bounced on his cock as little droplets of sweat trickled between the valley of your breasts.
-> MEI MEI
“I bet you’re not wearing anything underneath that dress,” Mei Mei teases, her crimson stained lips spreading from ear to ear as she backs you into her desk.
You stare at her with sheer irritation, swallowing the lump in your throat and squeezing your thighs close together.
Of course she would notice but that was your intention in the first place.
“That’s not important to you...” you lied.
“Why because you plan on getting lucky tonight with whoever it is you’re meeting? Admit it, you didn’t get dolled up to see me to say that we areover. You’re here for the other reason…”
She takes her index fingers and curls them underneath the thin straps of your dress. Your heart starts racing rapidly, your breath growing more erratic as you dug your nails onto the wooden counter.
“I have a date tonight,” you reminded her, but your voice sounded pathetic as you barely got out that sentence with the same amount of conviction you did when you first walked into her office. “I just wanted you to hear it from me that’s all.”
“You could have told me this at any point in our day, but you choose to do it just as you’re about to leave,” she giggles while rolling the straps down your shoulders, “it’s so cute how easy you are to read, trying to make me jealous just because I had to cancel our last few meetings together.”
You didn’t want to admit how tired you were of this hot and cold game. You refused to confess how anguishing it has been without her intimacy, and how often you stayed up late at night just hoping she would call you.
You felt your breasts spill out your dress, crying out a whimpered “oh” when you felt her wet tongue swirled around your nipple.
“It’s a shame you won’t make it tonight,” she teases with a gratified sigh. “You and I still have a lot of things to discuss…”
Her free hand slides up your inner thigh, guiding themselves further until she pressed her fingers against your soaked panties.
“Starting with this.”
-> UTAHIME
Utahime takes another sip of her wine as her eyes fall to your chest. The white robe you were wearing started to unravel when you switched your position on top of the bed, and while you were distracted trying not to spill any wine on the luxury sheets of the hotel room, Utahime was busy ogling the outline of your cleavage.
Her natural instinct should have been to reach her hand forward and adjust your top for you, but instead she gulped down the dry red and felt her cheeks warm up at the thought of you being naked underneath all that fluffy fabric.
She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling the tips of her ears grow hot as her mind turns a little hazy.
She was desperate to push it over your shoulders, to see what you looked like underneath and feel how soft your skin felt against her touch. She would move her fingers gracefully like she was drawing circles on water, watch the goosebumps ripple across your skin as before trailing a line down to your navel, further and further until she reached the band of your underwear…
“Uta? Are you alright”
A tiny gasp escaped her when she felt your breath brush across her face.
She didn’t realize that you had moved closer, holding her cheek in your palm as you looked into her eyes with concern.
“Your face is all red,” you state with worry, and carefully remove the wine glass away from her grasp. “Maybe we should call it a night.”
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo x reader#geto x reader#utahime x reader#mei mei x reader#jjk imagines#jujutsu kaisen imagines#just dipping my toe into writing wlw lol
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Hii
I'm very new in this plataform and the english is not my first language, so i'm very nervous. 😓
I saw your account for casuality and your open requests (if are still open) so, I'm here!
I can ask for a HSR and genshin matchup?
PD: I like your writing, I think it's cute and congratulations for yours almost 400 followers✌
She/Her
I'm pan, so I'm fine with anyone you think.💕
I'm ENFP and I'm pretty sure a 8w9.
I'm a bit like the tipycal sunshine character, optimish, always happy, extroverted, distracted... But I still a mature and wise person who sometime are very weird and feel like a strange, like so young and so old in the same time. (Ancient dreams from Marina is literally my song 😭)
I don't have a good relation with my family and I speake about them and my past never (That make me feel cringe) so, I considere myself like a bit mistery and reserved person for that and a others little things.
i love with all my soul the animals, the fantasie and sci-fi, whatever misterious-type things, philosophy and the classic fairy tales, I wanna be a writer and I have planned study philosophy.
I have a little problem with the authority for that I'm most a leader over a follower but if athe person is more capable and I respect that person i can follow the orden, and I'm very passionated when I have to defend my ideologys or when I saw a injustice, the discussions in my classroom are very interesant😅
My senses of self-preservation is almost non-existent, you know that character who always die for someone else? I'm them, I think this is the reason cause I'm a Griffyndor.
I'm very attached to my own moral, but no to the rules in general, so if I must be a alignment I would be a chaotic good.
I hate be alone, but I still fell very nervous in big crowds specialy if are very noisy, and places with no visible exits.
I can cry for whatever, I'm very kind, compassionate and affectionate all the time, i love help people in whatever, but i can be a little cruel with bad people.
I think that is all i can say about me, sorryyy id this is too long😭 i didn't know very well what write.
If you do this, so thaks to you, don't forget take care od you and a good rest.💕
HEY SWEETIE, THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AND DONT WORRY YOU DID GREAT, and please, no need to be nervous you're way too sweet!
Anyways onto your request....
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BLADE
Sunshine x grumpy
Fight me over this
It doesn't matter how you end up together, but what matters is that you are together and that's all thats important
He was very cautious of you in the beginning but later grew fond of you
He's okay with your want to be leading, he doesn't mind it at all actually, he appreciates it, he's more of a follower type of person that just does what told to
I think he would be a lot more laid back and sweeter around you, he wouldn't always be frowning or emotionless, occasionally smiling and generally enjoying your presence, it somewhat heals him in his eternal suffering
He will try to stop you from always putting others Infront of you, and will force you to take more care and be selfish from time to time
Kindness and compassion...you're gonna need that with him
You're like his safe place, he can trust you and actually tells you about him and his past.
Generally I think you guys would be very cute and that blade would appreciate a cute sunshine like you
SCARAMOUCHE
Rare matchup I do
But I also think that scara could use some sweetness in his life
No matter how much he denies it he absolutely loves you and your personality
He would burn the entire world down just to make you happy
At first he was very closed off and distant from you but got comfortable sooner or later and now he's all yours
Tho there might be a few discussions about who's gonna plan certain missions and who generally takes lead in the relationship (it's always gonna end up being you) but otherwise you guys are a great match
Do reassure him a bit and make sure he's doing fine because that boy needs it
#genshin fluff#honkai star rail#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#genshin imagines#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact x reader#genshin headcanons#honkai x reader#scara x you#scara x reader#blade x reader
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hello, could I request a romantic one shot of (mk11) light Raiden with a chaosrealmer male reader?
Hahaha this will be funnnn
"Hahahahahah!"
The hysterical laugh echoed through the halls as you walked through them.
"halt! Chaosrealmer"
Liu Kang said, you kept walking, as you never took any orders from nobody. You only stopped in your tracks when lightning struck you setting your nerves on fire.
"augh!"
You said, arching your back painfully, falling in arms of the Thunder god.
"dog rednuht uoy knaht"
Chaosrealmers spoke backwards, pretty much like netherrealmers, therefore, it was pretty common for earthrealmers to not understand a flying fuck of what you've said.
"what is a child of Chaos doing in Earthrealm?."
You rolled your eyes. You truly hated answering long questions.
"it is forbidden for one to request for help? Thunder god"
You said, your attire showing your status of an Outworld noble.
"why would one of Shao Khan's allies seek for help?"
Asked Kung Lao. You bursted out laughing.
"oh you poor little human, everybody knows that Shao Khan doesn't have any allies, he has servants...and servitude, tch tch"
You said, shaking your head side to side.
"I'm not here due to Shao Khan...my main problem is Havik."
...
From that day, you were a protégé of the Thunder God, though you mainly stayed with the Special Forces new recruits, Cassie, Jaqui, Takeda and Jin (you discovered that everywhere they went chaos ensured), you visited the man sometimes, mainly to see how was he doing after murdering one of his own of his non biological kids and attend the death of the other.
"Nishishishishi, your head is fogged again, my dear."
you said, it was your way to fluster the white haired. He sighed, looking at the altar dedicated to his children with wonder, then looking back at you. You became serious, loosing the amusement instantly as you saw his sad face.
"Quan Chi enslaved them"
He said, your face turned of one of pure rage. Slaves were not only victims of abuse, but also of a system. So unnatural, the privacy of freedom was a thing that you couldn't stand as an anarchist. You smiled at him.
"But we can take them back right? We can revive them. We can unrevenant them or whatever."
The Thunder god hugged you tightly. You laughed as you felt your ribbs crack at the pressure but not brake. Wrapping your legs around his waist, when the God looked up (loosing his hat and hoodie before the hug) he kissed you. You could only just take it, shocked, feeling his soft lips against yours. This man was everything you hated. Lack of sense of humour, he never let himself go of his emotional restraints, he followed all the God rules like they were the most important thing. But at the same time you loved him, you loved how he complimented your chaotic existence, and aren't better the loves that are forbidden? You kissed him back, drinking his grunts and moans, loving how his breath became erratic.
"Be mine, (S/O)."
You laughed.
"Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no"
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Can u tell more about Tangelo's, Pardalote's, Miu's, and Suvi's personalities and their relationship (like how they know each other (if they do), and what's the dynamic between them like)? ^_^
Sure can!
I made a little bit of a non-spoilery relationship chart for the basics of what they all think of each other
In terms of personality, here’s a summary for tangelo and suvi under the cut bc it’s kinda long.
Tangelo:
She’s a very chaotic and messy person and a master procrastinator, but generally very cheery and positive. She remembers every small thing anyone has ever done for her and cherishes everything. She grew a pot full of just plain regular grass because she’d never seen it before and thought it was amazing. She’s a very hands-on person and likes trying lots of different things, as she gets bored doing the same thing over and over and struggles paying attention. As long as she’s having fun, she doesn’t care if she isn’t very good at whatever she’s doing.
She hates anything ‘perfect’ or organised, and if she gets something brand new she usually dents it or sun-bleaches it to give it character because she finds things ‘heartless’ if they’re left untouched. She prefers hand-me-down clothing rather than new stuff because it has the air of something that’s been loved. She loves whimsical things, music, and bright colours.
Suvi was the first person to ever really give a shit about her so she’s very attached to him; not only because he cares about her, but because he’s very willing to encourage her endeavours rather than just say it’s a stupid idea. She does most things on a whim and doesn’t ever really plan things, but she’s willing to follow the plans of someone she likes spending time with.
Because of where she came from originally, she doesn’t know what laws are, so has no concept of things like trespassing because she’s used to just going wherever. The only ‘law’ Tangelo follows is the justice she philosophies in herself (and what Suvi thinks as well). She’s got a lot of old scars along her arms from fighting because of it. She wields a stop sign with ‘never’ spray painted on it so it reads ‘never stop’ which she thought was very clever, and it’s pretty much the only thing she carried over from her original world.
In the words of Outside by Bill Wurtz; ‘I can’t go back to where I come from, cuz im not *welcome*, and it’s not *fun* there.’ (She probably relates a lot to that song)
Suvi:
Saying too much abt his past would be pretty spoiler-y (same with Miu and Pardalote) but like Tangelo he’s been lonely and starved for affection for a long time. Regardless to say, he’s happy to have a new little sister. He’s also quite a tactile person, but due to the fact that he’s blind that’s pretty to-be-expected. He’s got some chickens that tangelo doesn’t like, and grows a bunch of fruits n grains n vegetables. He’s got a beautiful plum tree so he makes a lot of jams and plum pie which tangelo is a MASSIVE FAN OF. He likes carving into things too, and he can sell those at markets too, and teaches tangelo how to make stuff as well.
After being blinded, Suvi no longer cares about his own safety, so he only wears what’s comfortable, even when operating machinery he really shouldn’t. He’s a talented cook though, and despite his short and wiry stature from malnutrition growing up, he’s surprisingly strong from climbing and manual work in the gardens.
He has a bad history with dogs, so instead of a guide dog he has a temperamental albino lynx named May (short for Mayonnaise). She certainly makes sure nobody takes advantage of him.
Suvi likes to sit outside in the rain a lot, but he gets quite sick when the air gets dry in the middle of winter or the middle of summer. He usually makes lots of soup in advance.
I don’t wanna bother too many people with a post that goes on forever so I’ll post some stuff abt Pardalote and Miu tomorrow :> however I do love all these asks, it makes me very happy to see someone take interest!
#tangelo and the thousand disasters of kerukioi#tangelo and the thousand disasters#tattdok#tangelo tattdok#suvi tattdok#miu hommeruku#miu tattdok#pardalote hommeruku#pardalote remirr#pardalote tattdok
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