#samira x reader
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✮ — MOMMY OR DADDY? ; sevika, renata glasc, cassandra, ambessa, grayson, vayne, samira
minors dni; afab reader. nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, suggestive themes, mommy and daddy kink,
moss' notes; you might not see eye to eye with my headcanons or characteristics that i defined as being more mommy or more daddy, but please enjoy this nonetheless!
first laying some grounds for the criteria of what i define or use as characteristics for deciding who is more mommy and who is more daddy. THIS FIC IS NOT ABOUT ROLE PLAY, IT'S ABOUT THE KINK !
— MOMMY
mommies are more nurturing, they utter kind words to cherish, care for and protect you, help or courage whatever your dreams or goals are. they are good at telling you how they feel, and although they might take some convincing to do so, they are open about their feelings so the two of you can work any problems or discomfort out quickly and as effectively as possible. they are protective like a mother figure, they don't just protect you from physical harm with their words but would rather lie for you than have you in any conflict. she often tries to take interest in your interest, maybe look after it, and suggests making time with her regarding that interest. they are so affectionate you might get sick of them, and they express their emotion overbearingly which might cause you to think they are being clingy and overshooting the point of validation.
— DADDY
daddies have a harder time expressing their emotions, either because they are closed off or are afraid they won't appear as strong in your eyes as they originally deemed you see them. they would rather see you in jail as a cause of teaching you a lesson than have you get away with murder. they are protective like a father figure, and they use physical force if they need to so to not see you harmed. they rather show their feelings through physical touch rather than uttering sweet words to you out loud. she often shows you her current hyper fixation, trying to rope you into the loop of it and convince you to make plans with her while she had already had you confined to a chair just doing that. they might seem distant because of their lack of showing their emotions and you might rule them ignorant, cold, and uncaring of how you are but that is not true! they care about you deeply, they just have a hard time verbalizing it.
— sevika ˖♡
sevika is a person who won’t hesitate to kill anyone for you and then ask for a reward, say that you should thank her in whatever way you see fit. she strings you along like a puppet to get you wherever she wants you, and persuade you to do things with her or for her. she won’t cross a line, that is something you can be certain about, but she will say some words that you might not all favor. she acts daddy, with all her aggressive words and moves, walking tall and proud, ready to give out some slaps to keep those around her in place. behind closed doors, she is less demanding and less of a “tough guy” but still not enough to give in to her gentle emotions and rant about how much she loves you. she is a person who picks a play time partner by how fun it will be, that she gets the most out of it but not with you, not anymore, she is ready to settle just doesn’t know how. call her daddy, she will like it! she will be even more proud of herself, hearing you call her such a thing gives her a newer perspective and opens up the vulnerable side of her knowing that you trust her like this.
“got ya a pretty present, princess! it’s your favorite, i went through real trouble to get it so you gotta thank it later, alright? come with me to that game i told ya about?”
— cassandra ˖♡
she is a true mommy, the fittest of them all, if not for being a mom already, then because she would have a feel for being it. she carries herself around with not only presitge but with the kind of gaze that you know she cares about those who are around her. the councilwoman will pay extra attention to whatever interests you and share some of her tips for saving money so you can do more of your hobby. she won’t be too explicit about her affection towards you out in public, but behind closed doors she utters the most beautiful of compliments, calls you her sweetest girl, that no wealth can compare to you. cassandra will need a little time to warm up to the idea of being a mommy in a sexual context and that it means that she takes care of you in a different kind of sense rather than the usual mom duties.
“my sweetest girl, surely there is non i can help you with right now? say to word and i am taking you home, you don’t really have to be around here if you don’t like. i take you home, we have lunch, play a little maybe, or just sit around, hm?”
— renata glasc ˖♡
renata is the perfect definition of a mommy, without a question. she has the means to support you financially, the power and influence to help you reach your wildest dreams. she loves spoiling you, be it your favorite food, snack, or something you have wanted and just mentioned to her that you planned to buy it. she likes checking in on you if not hourly, either she appears or one of her most trusted fellows, making sure you are well and content. this might sound possessive and it is, but she is just so terrified of something happening to you while she is not there, she would rather hear you complain than not hear you at all. she might be a little closed off, a tad bit embarrassed about how she has a liking for being called mommy but that shouldn’t stop you from calling her that, she will click into the rhythm very soon and will call herself mommy, playing along.
“have you had a good day? my day was like usual, work towering high but i got you something because i knew my darling would be very fond of it. go ahead… open up, don’t make me wait too long.”
— ambessa ˖♡
ambessa rather punch a hole through a wall, start another war, or begin her angered rant about some fool that tried to wife her before talking about her truest feelings. there are no such things as emotions in front of her people, she is a warlord, and she is supposed to be scary rather than scared. she is fearless, a true warrior, and a really hard nut to crack- ambessa is the perfect definition of a daddy. while she adores the title of being a daddy to you, but she would much appreciate it if you’d address her as mistress or warlord, but she is fit for a daddy whenever you feel like calling her one. she can be cruel sometimes, making you practice the sort of skills of survival that piltover no longer sees necessary, shedding blood and coerce you into taking a life, prove her if it comes to it you can protect yourself. ambessa can’t admit out loud that she is starved for being touched and so she sometimes can go overboard with physical attention, just give her a hug out of the blue and she will be thinking about it for the rest of her life.
“is there anything you don’t do for me, my girl?
— grayson ˖♡
grayson’s shell radiates the typical daddy vibes, a person who is afraid to commit to their feelings and would rather gift you something than tell you how much she loves you. but grayson isn’t really a daddy, she is a mommy without a doubt. she is very protective of you, and would risk her job even if you think that’s silly, she would lie instead of seeing you behind bars, and not without reason. she might not be the wealthiest person, being an enforcer isn’t the highest-paying job, but her connections can help you to climb some ladders if needed. grayson has never been a mom, the closest she got was maybe training caitlyn and when you call her mommy for the first time it’s just something she gets drunk off of and becomes a little addicted. she is overbearingly loving, can’t stop calling you sweet pet names and tell you how pretty you are, how she can’t get over the fact that she finally can settle down and not be afraid of taking a bigger step in her life alone.
“dearest of mine, i am sorry for being late, but this job… thankfully i am staying home, like it or not. what about if we go around the city, visit your favorite café for an afternoon sweet?”
— vayne ˖♡
shauna needed no introduction to the name calling, although she started out calling herself daddy which is very understandable. she is closed off, not at all willing to let anyone be emotionally close to her due to her fear of them being taken away once again. she does appear to be on the daddy side because of her need for vengeance, the way she fights, talks, and lives her everyday life but soon will grow into the more mommy side of her personality. shauna will always be a mommy, she just needs a little more time to really appreciate being called one. with the space left for her she will be more open, now you won’t need to use those clues you picked up along the way to understand how she is feeling because she will tell you herself how she feels.
“my moon, the night is still not clear of the demons but i will never let them take you, i would never ever let that happen. if it means that i have to give up hunting them, then be it, as long as i can keep you safe.”
— samira ˖♡
samira is the person who if caught in the right moment can be very open about her feelings and won’t shut you out or shut down as soon as she realizes she is getting weaker and weaker with each word she utters. her appearance, her strong frame, the clothes she wears, and the way she talks all scream mommy. being called mommy would be a new thing for her, she had never really thought about this kind of thing, but then not a lot stayed with her as long as you have. samira might be a fighter, a woman who brings both a gun and a sword to a fight, spreading herself thing but don’t forget about her just because she looks so put together, mommies can hide their emotions well.
“habib albi, my sword is not a pretty toy to play with, at least not like this! you are gonna cut yourself, can’t have you bleeding my pretty girl. gotta keep you safe, okay?”
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League of Legends - Samira NSFW
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): not the best at aftercare, she is very likely to leave you the second you two are done for a job or something, nothing personal, she’ll kiss your cheek and lips and promise to be back as soon as she can
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): she loves watching you two together, wants to prop up a mirror so she can properly watch your body react to her, wants to trail her nails down your stomach and watch you shiver ,wants to see the way your eyes roll to the back of your head when she puts her fingers to work , she’ll coo and moan in your ear about how gorgeous you look together and tell you to keep your eyes on her the entire time otherwise she will stop (she won't)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): likes tasting herself on your lips when you two make out
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): kind of a masochist, she likes the feeling of your nails digging into her back when she pleasures you and likes when you bite down hard enough to leave a mark, she'll definitely show all of these little marks off to others
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): she has a lot of experience and likes to be challenged on it just so she can prove you wrong, to show off how skilled she is at making you become putty for her
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): against a wall, she wants to either wrap herself around you as you hold her up, or show off her strength by slamming you against the wall herself
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): she is very playful, a lot of cheesy pick up lines during foreplay to lighten up the mood
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): she likes to trim everything but a small patch above her slit
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): she can be very romantic before and/or after, but during sex she feels like it just ruins the moment, sex for her is something more casual or transactional,its all about pleasure, that being said she is very passionate and can definitely make you blush if you ask her to be more romantic with you
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): would prefer to have company rather than taking care of things herself, will avoid jacking off and gets extremely cranky if she doesn't get laid
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): sadomasochism, mirror sex, exhibitionism etc
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): she doesn’t have much shame, she’ll pull you just about everywhere if you are comfortable, definitely the type to ask someone walking in on you to stay for the show or join in, probably has a bucket list of the places she's thought of taking you, double entendre
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): she likes being wanted, wants you to show her exactly how much she affects you ,she'll tease you about it ,but won't leave you hanging, she is also very into victory sex, every good job is a reason to celebrate with the coin she acquired and later with you in her bed
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): not much she wouldn't try out at least once
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves wrapping her thighs around your head and simply using you like that, grinding against your tongue until you tap out
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): fast and rough, she wants to be slapped or wants to choke you, its always a power struggle for her
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): loves them, in the shadowed corners of a shady bar, or in some alley , she's always pulling you with a giggle and mischief in her eye
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): loves trying out new things to keep your sex life interesting
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): its often that you don't see her for weeks, just disappearing randomly ,so whenever you two do spend time together she'll make sure to thoroughly wreck you ,both to satiate her needs after being away for so long, and to make sure you remember how good she is to you for the next time she leaves
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): she doesn’t see the reason for them personally, but she does make a point of telling you to think of her when you use them
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): a big tease, she’ll run her fingers up and down her glass, dipping her fingers in the cup with obvious implication or she'll purr into your ear about how she'll have you crawling for her later, its a game and she is definitely winning
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): she likes hearing herself as much as she likes hearing you, loud and isn't shy about being heard
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): loves some gun and knife play to spice things up, will hold a blade againgst your throat as she grinds herself against your thigh pointedly avoiding touching you where you need her the most
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): she has a high libido a lot of energy and a lot of cockiness, its an explosive cocktail
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): she’ll quietly slip into your room long after you’ve fallen asleep and after she finished her work and silently let herself into your bed
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So, how about Space Groove versions of Nami, Samira and Lissandra with kind but sassy S/O?
Behold, the only non Heartsteel request so far (I don't mind them, but I'd also like to write for other universes) also Space Groove is like one of my favourite skinlines I love it so much
And the theme slaps
These are short but sweet
Couldn't find a nami or lissandra gif sorry
Samira
She already has one nuisance to take care of (Lux)
So she's glad you don't tend to get yourself into much trouble
Usually
But if you do, you can bet she's enjoying the hell out of it
Loves when you sass her out
You have both style and flare just like her!
Loves you for it
But if someone mistakes your kindness for weakness...
Nami
Loves how kind you can be
But also how you always know what to say if someone's rude
Really enjoys when you get protective of her
After all, she is the best mermaid singer in the galaxy
Will sing for you after as a thanks
Lissandra
Thinks you will be the perfect ruler of the galaxy with her
Though she doesn't want you spreading bad vibes
You're too precious for that.
Even though your sass is amusing
She loves watching you sass out the people who underestimate you for your kindness
You're really perfect for her
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ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ
𝐚/𝐧: i love samira. i wish she'd kindly step on me.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: headcanons of what dating samira would include
𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭: headcanons ♡ wlw
‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭ 𝐬𝐟𝐰 ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭
♡ samira's love language varies between physical touch and quality time. with that being said, she's touching you in any opportunity she has. she'll either be wrapping her arm around your shoulders or around your waist, protectively.
♡ this bounty hunter will be grabbing and slapping your ass all the time. she is shameless. will definitely do it in public. she always chuckles and smirks smugly at the mortified look on your face.
✿ "ain't nothing wrong with this, babe. don't pout, you know you love me! hehe, now gimme sum' sugar!"
♡ she loves to go on adventures with you. the riskier, the better. samira won't admit it, but sometimes she'll only take you to dangerous holdings or to engage in extreme sports just so you can cling to her.
✿ "awww, don't be so scaredy, hun! ya know what they say: live fast, die young! hahaha, don't gimme those eyes, i am just playin' with ya. ain't nothing gonna happen to ya with me here!"
♡ if her s.o. is just as wild as her, samira will also love it dearly. outsiders will constantly gossip about how crazy these lesbians can be. definitely a power couple. a very crazy, power couple.
♡ samira isn't too good with demonstrating her feelings with words. but you can tell she loves you by her small gestures: she stares at you when she thinks you're not looking, you're the only one who can play with her hair, she's constantly touching you in public, she brings you special gifts from her missions...
♡ she hates seeing you cry. she's not so good with handling it and she'll become a clumsy mess, not knowing how to comfort you, but she's trying. samira threatens anyone who makes you cry, suggesting that she should give them a fright so they'll know their place.
✿ "ugh, they are idiots! don't waste your tears for such a pathetic person, darlin'. i should go put them in their fuckin' place! why not? they deserve it! oh...ya...ya just wanna be held? okay, darlin'. sorry...i just...eh...okay, come here."
♡ sometimes samira has her own moments of fragility. she buried her trauma six feet deep, however, some ghosts would cross the surface from time to time. it's hard for her to remember her childhood and everything that happened in shurima. she'll choose not to talk about it, and you never push her. samira just rests her head on your chest and closes her eyes. then you know she's having a bad day. the comfortable silence and the feeling of your fingers carding through her hair never fail to comfort her.
♡ samira loves kissing your temple and finds it amusing how you struggle on your tiptoes to reach her lips.
♡ she'll make you flustered in any opportunity she can. this woman is the devil.
♡ sitting on samira's lap all the time. you both love it, specially her.
♡ wear her shirts and she'll do anything you ask.
♡ samira isn't easily jealous, but you can tell when she is. she always huffs and raises her eyebrow at the other person, keeping eye contact as she squeezes your ass. this should be enough for them to fuck off, samira is far too intimidating.
♡ she'll never get violent with you. if she's angry, she will go for a walk or blow off some steam at work. you are her angel, she will never hurt you.
♡ if you do come to arguing, it'll involve screaming. samira has a sharp tongue, so if she comes to make you cry, she will drop it and pull you into a hug. she won't apologize verbally, but the way she takes care of you is the answer you need.
♡ you always blush when samira picks up her gun or sword. something about this dangerous woman has always swept you off your feet.
✿ "heh, ya such a bad girl, darlin'. ya love it when i pull these out, don't ya?"
♡ samira's kisses are either intense and full of need, or tender and cautious. it depends on the moment. however, they always taste like whiskey.
♡ she would literally kill for you.
♡ there are no better words to describe samira besides die-hard girlfriend. she is so intensely in love and devoted to you that she can't even talk about. for her, it's everything, or nothing at all. intensity. so much passion and intensity.
ꕀꕀ ♡ ꕀꕀ
‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭
♡ samira's favorite part of your body is your ass. small, average, big...it doesn't matter. she just loves to spank it, or watch it jiggle as she takes you from behind with her strap.
♡ she is such a tease. she can edge and rile you up for hours until you're begging her to do something.
✿ "ya want me to do what, darlin'? use your words. oh...ya want me to fuck this greedy little pussy of yours? yeah? better start beggin' for it, baby girl, i ain't feelin' so generous."
♡ if you decide to rile her up, you'd better be prepared because there will be no turning back. she will absolutely devastate you, overstimulating you until there's no other thing coming out of your mouth besides "please" and "samira". she will be very rough. as samira puts it herself, "don't ask for permission, don't ask for forgiveness."
♡ samira has an oral fixation. her favorite place to be is between your thighs while her tongue sloppily laps on your pussy, eating you out like her last meal. she is always moaning and squeezing your hips in place, desperately, like a starving woman.
♡ if you want to eat her out, she will sit on your face and ride it mercilessly. she loves how submissive you look beneath her and your effort to please.
✿ "does it taste good, darlin'? ya asked for it, princess, now ya gonna eat this pussy until i am pleased. i ain't goin' easy on you. ugh, so good! good giiirl! gotta be careful so i won't crush ya...heh, but bet ya'd like that!"
♡ samira can either degrade you like a little slut or praise you like her good girl. it depends on how you behave for her.
✿ "ooooh, baby...good girl. look at ya, takin' my fingers so well. ya look so pretty like this. look at your pretty pussy...ya like it when i/mistress/mommy do(es) this to you? does it feel good?"
✿ "ya are a fuckin' slut. my slut. ya hear me? say it out loud. good girl, ya learnin' to take orders. hahaha, not so full of attitude now, are we? look at this greedy fuckin' pussy taking my strap! i am gonna show you, little slut, who ya belong to. scream my name!"
♡ samira is a risk taker in everything. that being said, she has a public sex kink and will finger you under the table while you're both at the bar. she'll keep on a poker face with a small smirk, asking you what's wrong.
♡ she loves trying out new things. your sex life will never fall in routine because samira is willing to try out anything at least once.
♡ loves role-playing the criminal dominating the cop.
♡ loves pulling your hair while pounding into you or getting her own hair pulled while you're bouncing on her strap.
♡ samira has the filthiest mouth.
♡ she loves gun and knife play. if you are into it, she'll slide the cold tip of her gun through your belly while fingering you and demanding you to beg her not to stop. she can also carve her initials superficially in your skin and then lick away the blood.
♡ samira owns a strap-on with synthetic cum, so expect creampies from her. she loves watching it drip out of your pussy and will tell you about fucking her baby inside of you.
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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi
Fandom: League of Legends
Relationships: Darius/Reader, Jericho Swain/Reader, Braum/Reader, Samira/Reader, Sheida Kayn/Reader, Sett/Reader, Zed/Reader, Sylas/Reader, Vladimir/Reader, Malcom Graves/Reader, Draven/Reader, Khada Jhin/Reader
Characters: Darius, Jericho Swain, Braum, Samira, Sheida Kayn, Sett, Zed, Sylas, Vladimir, Malcom Graves, Draven, Khada Jhin
Aditional Tags: Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Plot what Plot/Porn without Plot, Smut, Shameless Smut, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, NSFW, Murder, Fetish, Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Contain Spoilers, Explicit Language, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Stair Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fingering, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Breathplay, Multiple Orgasms, Hair-pulling, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Nipple Piercings, Barebacking, Internal Cumshots, Cum-Dump, Come Swallowing, BDSM, Cowgirl Position, Spanking, Size Kink, Spit As Lube, Praise Kink, Blood Kink, Impact Play, Dirty Talk, Biting, Exhibitionism, Inappropriate Use of A Demon Arm, Large Cock, Creampie, Overstimulation, Sensation Play, Aphrodisiacs, Dubious Consent, Sadism, Masochism, Threesome, Mastrubation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Double Penetration, Breeding Kink, Edgeplay, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Come Inflation, Choking
Language: English
Status:
Published: 2022-01-12
Updated: 2022-09-19
Words: 13686
Chapters 6/12
SUMMARY
Once in a while the Council will decide they want a new Champion. A new shiny thing to dangle before the enemies eyes. You are one of the chosen to battle in the Arena. A battle to the death, which will be followed by the Arena Ball.
Surprise, surprise, you're the shiniest of them all.
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𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪!
𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 :(
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳.
𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐'𝘮 ��𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭. (𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰)
𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤/𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 (𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴: 𝘕𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵).
(𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦).
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣����𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴/𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯/𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴:
𝐌𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:
𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬
𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧
𝐉𝐡𝐢𝐧
𝐊𝐚𝐲𝐧
𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧
𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭
𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐬
𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧
𝐙𝐞𝐝
𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:
𝐀𝐡𝐫𝐢
𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢
𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧
𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚
𝐅𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐚
𝐈𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚
𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱
𝐊𝐚𝐢'𝐒𝐚
𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚
𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞
𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧
𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚
𝐌𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭:
𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨
𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨
𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐦
𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐨
𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜
𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚
𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞
𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚
𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚
𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨
𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢
𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭:
𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚
𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐧
𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮
𝐘𝐚𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨
𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞
𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮
𝐌𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥:
𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲
𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫
𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝
𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥:
𝐀𝐝𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐠
𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦
𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 :) (𝘰𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴/𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳...)
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Name - Samira Sablone
"Yes, like the actor, Lucas Sablone..."
Age - 21
"September 5th, why it's just like any other day."
Occupation - underboss
"What does it matter what I do it shouldn't affect you."
Race - Elf
Yandere Type -
Clingy -
When your together you have to be touching. She will always have her arm around you, her hand on you, or her head on you.
"I didn't know it was so horrible to want a little attention!"
Self indulgent -
Why shouldn't she come first. She loves you and you love her whether you realize it or not her needs are most important, she does so much for you the least you can do is thus.
"They don't need you! I need you!"
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beyond meat | lewis hamilton x fem! reader
summary; a peak into the lives of internet’s favorite vegans couple
fc; samira ahmed
warning; suggestive comments,
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote
note; requested ! my requests are closed atm!
masterlist !
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liked by lewishamilton, georgerussell63, and others !
yourusername: walks w the best boy + fig and brie salads after !
tagged; roscoelovescoco
roscoelovescoco: love’s you’s 🐶🩷 liked by yourusername !
georgerussell63: we all know you were fighting the urge to say ‘without daddy’
yourusername: i really do love roscoe’s daddy yes i do 😇
georgerussell63: you are WICKED
username: bro😭😭
username: ugh SHES GORGEOUS
username: im not vegan but those salads look immaculate
username: my queen
lewishamilton: 😍 liked by yourusername !
lewishamilton: i’m gonna need one of those salads when i’m back btw
yourusername: bold of you to assume i didn’t buy enough brie and fig to last us 2 weeks
username: need a vegan recipe book asap
yourusername: i’m working to post them on my story so you guys don’t have to pay!:))
username: THE PEOPLES PRINCESS
carmenmmundt: missing your vegan cooking rn😖😖
yourusername: lmk when ur in town babe, i’ll cook for uuuuuu🫶
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yourusername: what a wonderful week of amazing vegan eats! vanilla cupcakes, tofu scramble tacos, fruit bowls, fruit smoothies, and oat milk lattes ft post dinner food comas 😴😴😴
tagged; roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton
yourusername: recipes are all on tiktok btw my loves!
username: tysm queen 🙏🙏
roscoelovescoco: 🐶🩷🩷 liked by yourusername !
lewishamilton: wow, you’re gorgeous, my love
yourusername: lewwwww🥹🥹
lewishamilton: you truly know the way to me heart!
yourusername: good thing cooking is my love language 😁
username: oh to look like y/n..
username: i’d be vegan for y/n tbh
carmenmmundt: 😍🩷 liked by yourusername !
francisca.cgomes: wowwwww😍🤤 liked by yourusername !
username: y/n!!! what do you think abt beyond meat??🤔🤔
georgerussell63: DONT ask her that.
yourusername: ignore george !!! but i’m not the biggest fan, i love cooking so i try to make everything from scratch 😊😊
username: gosh she’s so nara smith coded
username: george what do u mean by that 🤨🤨
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yourusername: no i don’t like beyond meat
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yourusername: but i’d eat his beyond meat
georgerussell63: ENOUGH I’VE HEARD THIS BEYOND MEAT JOKE TOO OFTEN
yourusername: well, too bad!
lewishamilton: nothing i can do abt it mate 🤣georgerussell63
username: GEORGE?? LMAOO
username: her comment after IM SCREAMING😭😭
lewishamilton: 🫣🫣🫣
yourusername: 🤫😁😁
username: so her comment is what george meant by not asking her abt beyond meat
username: y/n rlly won the lottery 😖
lilymhe: tell ur man i want u
yourusername: and you tell your man i want u 2
alex_albon: wait….
lewishamilton: no can do, she already said she wants my beyond meat😇😇
georgerussell63: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO MOREEE lewishamilton
lewishamilton: sorry? georgerusseell63
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love, i am a disgusting human...but here's my request: stepsis samira fucking you because she's jealous of your new gf and proves she can do it better. 😳😳💓
love you gf, feel absolutely free to ignore it if it makes you uncomfy 😽
✮ —YOU RIGHT, SAMMY ; samira
minors dni. afab! reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, dub-con, manipulation, dry humping, thigh riding, fingering, finger riding, clothed sex, cheating (?), jealous samira
wc. 1,8k
moss’ notes; are you kidding estella? step-cest is the best dead dove do not eat content ever !!! this got more of a 'love-making' thing rather than 'fucking' :/ love you too gf, hope you enjoy 💗😳
“in a minute!” you answered after a few knocks disturbed the silence in your room. can’t a girl take underwear pictures for her girlfriend in peace? you had no privacy in this house, everyone always wanted you to do something and that was fine, until like seven pm, after that you wanted to have the same respected free time as everyone else.
you threw your pajama back on, tossed your phone on the bed, and hurried to the tall white door of your room. it was a mess on your floor after you flipped the whole place up on its head, trying to find the lingerie set that you bought for just the moment like this, to send your girlfriend.
“samira?” she stood at your door, anger and sadness riddling her face. “what happened, are you okay?” despite hating your stepmother you loved her daughter, your step-sister, samira. she was caring, she got you to stuff you only dreamed of getting because of how strict your father was. she took you out to eat whatever you wanted, drove you to school without having to ask, and always left some extra cash in your pocket if you wanted to buy something nice for yourself. samira wasn’t like all those step-sisters in the movies, she wasn’t mean or a bully, she cared for you deeply, and she wanted to keep you safe no matter if it got her in trouble.
“why did you replace me, like all the others? you don’t love me anymore, y/n?”
samira had her fair share of rejections and broken relationships even with how big her heart really was. you sat next to her as she talked about how bad it was, letting her hold you after spilling her guts out, letting her kiss your cheek because you just felt sorry for your older sister- the one that had so much love to give, so much love she gives to you. but when that happens other things happen too… you always convinced yourself it was alright for that to happen, it only happened a couple of times that she pulled you onto her lap, and kissed you sweetly on the lips before pushing you on your back and kissing you some more.
“sami- what are you, don’t…” you gasp, eyes still open in surprise at the sudden feeling of your step-sister’s lips against yours and she feels the way your fingers stiffen in her oversized shirt, unmoving while she kisses you, moving her mouth against yours all while you gawk and freeze in front of her.
but she’s heartbroken, right? she was rejected yet again and her step-sister wouldn’t hurt her feelings too, would you? so you let her even if there is a feeling in your stomach that’s telling you this is wrong, that you have a girlfriend and you are cheating her on, with your step-sister! but samira was always so sweet to you and you don’t want to upset her by being like all the rest.
“aren’t you gonna kiss me back, you love me, don’cha?” samira asks in earnest when she pulls away to frown at you, her voice slurred a bit as her hand grabs at the hem of your shirt, pulling on it like a needy child. “i d-do, i do…” you find the strength to respond, and it truly warms you from the inside out when she smiles at you softly and gives you another peck on the lips before taking your hand, dragging you towards the bed while kicking your door shut with her leg.
samira sat down on the bed, her hands now resting on your waist, staring up at you before they slip under the shirt to caress your stomach and hips. her fingers play with the cloth before pushing it slightly upwards, revealing the underside of your lacy bra. her fingers ball into a fist, creasing your shirt with it before both of her hands caught your pajama top and pulled it off of you, exposing the rest of your lewd underwear.
“you are wearing this for her, don’t you? were you lying to me when you said you love me?“ her anger takes the better of her, forcefully grabbing you by your bra straps and pulling you onto her lap. your knees rest on either side of her thighs, hands holding you up by her shoulder as you shake your head. “i do love you, sammy, i-i promise- it’s for you…”
“i’m sorry for hurting you,” she says, her eyes fixed on your chest before her lips connect with the reddened skin, moving the strap aside to give her better access, sliding it down your arm and her hand reaching behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra.
“we should stop... sammy, i have a g-girlfriend.” your voice is small and you feel just as small. how can you say that to her? you wanna please her because there is no way you want to hurt her feelings when she’s already so fragile.
“but i love you and you love me… this is what you do when you love someone, y/n.” she grunts, chest heaving against yours as she breathes heavily against your skin and it’s almost too quick the way you’re replying, feeling as your bra loosens around your chest and then samira helps you out of it, hastily tossing it to the side.
“yeah, you are right, i-i’m sorry sammy…” samira sighs as she watches your breasts hang free on your body. she wants to take them into her mouth, lick your nipples until they perk up, tug on them so they become nice and puffy, pinch them to hear you say her name so prettily.
taking shaky breaths as she tries to pull herself together. something dangerous turns inside of her when she looks up at your teary eyes and nods softly, biting nervously at the inside of your cheek. “it’s okay, i would never be angry at you, baby.” she slurs, stroking the top of your head, pushing the scattered strands of hair out of your face with an eager smile on her face. she leans in, slurring some kind of praise before kissing you again, prying your lips open with her own as she licks eagerly into your mouth, drinking up your moans while your fingers twist and pull in her hair, her clothed thigh rubbing against your panties.
“it’s alright, sammy’s gonna make ya feel good, princess. so just… listen to your big sister, hm?” she asks, voice whispering directly into your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine. it was less of a question and more of a command, one you melted into, nodding briefly as you bit your lip, too nervous to talk. your reaction amused samira and she smiled sweetly as she pressed a kiss against your collarbone eliciting a pleased exhale from you.
“does it feel good, hm?” samira had thought about this before, thought about her lips against your skin, marking you as hers, hearing you say how much you liked it. she wanted to hear you say that you liked her delicate fingers running over your skin, the way you make yourself wet as she touches you. “y-yes!”
“does it feel better than her, your girlfriend, right? she knows nothing about how to touch you, i do… your big sister sammy does.” she says as she rubs gentle circles into the plush of your thigh, slightly pinching it whenever inchings closer to your aching core. your mind is almost too foggy with lust to respond, all you can think about is her, feeling more, more of her. “she k-knows nothing… you do s-sammy.” you choke on your words, head falling on her shoulder when her fingers touch your clothed entrance, poking the delicate fabric of your panties, toying with it for a second before pushing it aside.
samira grins at your answer, her chest blooming with pride, her fingers slowly pushing inside of you and she chuckles when you let a strained moan out. poor you must have been waiting for this for a while, you wouldn’t touch yourself in the dead of night, right? your parents always bother you so late and you can never satisfy yourself, that’s why you tried to find a girlfriend because you were too scared to ask for sammy’s help. “you feel amazing sissy, nice and warm… squishy.”
“s’good sammy… feels s’good.” you moan mindlessly as she starts to pump her fingers inside. you can hear the faintest slick from your soaked cunt and you almost want to hide it, burying your face deeper into the crook of her neck. her two slim fingers slide smoothly in and out of you, your soft moans buzzing on her skin as she starts picking her pace up.
her eyes roll back as she feels something tickling the thin skin of her collarbones, your saliva trickling down until it hides in her shirt. she curls her finger up and your hips lift to meet the feeling, drive it deeper, pleasure flourishing through your body in waves. her other hand comes up to palm one of your breasts, squeezing them until the fat oozes out between her fingers, moving to flick your nipple with her thumb when you bite into her skin.
“yeah? you wanna cum on my fingers pretty?” samira asks as she presses hot kisses against your cool, sweat-slicked neck.
you nod dumbly, words falling out of your mouth incoherently as you near your high. the heel of her palm presses against your clit, shooting electricity through your nerves, curling your toes, forcing your hips to roll faster, and all you can really focus on is how good it feels when she kisses your neck, leaving the lingering feeling of her lips behind. before you know it you are coming undone, cunt squeezing down on her fingers as you cream on them. you reach for the arm that is inside your panties, nails digging into her flesh as you ride out your high.
“sissy, what do we say when somebody makes us cum?” she hummed while pulling out of you, kindly petting your entrance with her soaked fingers. you take a few short breaths, each of them cutting off as you begin to sob, your arms sliding around samira’s shoulder to pull her closer, digging into her muscles as the last of your orgasm twitches through your body.
“tha-thank you… thank you sammy.” you bawl as you try to pull her body closer to yours, trying to claim the warmth that she is emitting. it was so cold in the room now, without her fingers warming your insides… samira really did know best.
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girl crush – dr3
masterlist || part 2 ||
Summary: The one where both you and Daniel meet your celebrity crushes in the course of a weekend, and decide to give it a go.
Pairing: daniel ricciardo x actress!reader
Word Count: 4522
Warnings: fluff, shy daniel, shy reader, max being a menace (we love you max), awkwardness, 2023 australian gp, oscars (i love you Jamie Lee Curtis, you rock), slight age gap? (the reader is around the same age as Max)
Request: this is a long one besties, but you can read the request here! + “Hello! Can I please request nepo!reader who's an actress and maybe has an oscar or something? Maybe with Lewis or Daniel”
Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! this title changed so many times i lost track, but at the end, i went with the song – mainly because harry styles. i don’t know what’s wrong with me but this was very hard to write because i had BIG plans for it, so i’m sorry it took a while for me to finish it. also, i listened to a lot of la la land for some reason, so here you go. i hope i did it justice, and this was definitely very fun to write and i had a great time writing it, so thank you, to the anons, for the request, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee
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Growing up with parents who were obsessed with Formula One had finally taken its toll on you, you decide as you walk towards the Red Bull Hospitality. Your father’s sudden retirement from acting, combined with your mother’s stubborn personality is the reason why you suddenly find yourself at the 2023 Australian Grand Prix. You don’t really know why they didn’t wait for the one in Miami, or perhaps Las Vegas, since their primary residence is in the US, but you had no choice but to join them when they pulled out the ‘We’re getting old’ card. So there you are, after 15 hours of flying over the Pacific Ocean, in Melbourne and ready to enjoy the racing weekend. Or so you think – because you spend the entirety of Friday catching up on lost sleep while cursing every single time your parents decide to call you to let you know how much of a great time they’re having.
In the end, you get ready Saturday morning, to get breakfast with your parents before leaving for Albert Park. Just as you’re about to leave your room, your eyes fall on a familiar hat, adorned with a certain number, and you put it on your head without giving it a second thought. Your parents don’t comment on your choice of merchandise even if they find it odd, which is good, you think, because you don’t particularly want to hear your father tease you over your “teenage crush”. The whole paddock is buzzing by the time you get there, and you immediately feel guilty because you missed the practice sessions the previous day. You quickly lose your parents to the crowd around you, too busy looking at the action around you, when you hear your name being called from somewhere. You look around trying to find the source of the voice, when you find a familiar face which makes you smile.
“Oh my god, what are you doing here?” You ask, quickly pulling Samira for a hug, who in return points to the camera.
“Weekend job, babe.” She laughs. “I’ve interviewed your father just a couple of minutes ago, actually.”
“Oh no,” You laugh and shake your head. “Did he tell you about his petunias?” “He did, indeed.” Samira nods and hands you one of the microphones in her hand. “Are you up for a quick interview?” She asks you as she gives you an innocent smile.
You nod while letting out a chuckle. “Well, someone has to save your viewers from my father’s garden talk, so why not?”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Samira tells you, her words coming of a bit slurred because of the way she talks too fast. She then turns to the camera after making sure that your mic is working. “Welcome back to the second day of the Australian Grand Prix, I’m here with Y/N Y/LN, whose father we just spoke to; Y/N, is this a family day out, or what?”
“This is definitely a family day out, Samira.” You laugh, nodding to strengthen your point. “Not a very usual one, we usually prefer to stay a bit more local for the weekend outings, but you never know where we’ll be next, I guess.”
“By ‘local’, do you mean the Oscars, perhaps? I mean, can we talk about your win for a moment? How does it feel to be the receiver of the award for the Actress in a Supporting Role?”
You take a deep breath as you feel your smile widen, as you can’t even try to hide your happiness. “It feels amazing, let me tell you. It was an amazing opportunity and I can’t thank enough to the lovely director and everyone who made the movie possible.” Samira nods with a satisfied look on her face as you answer. “Congratulations once again for your win. I have to ask, big Red Bull fan?” She asks you in a teasing voice.
“What?” You asked, confused. Only to realise the hat sitting on your head when she points to it with a silent chuckle. You let out a laugh while instinctively touching the hat on your head. “Oh god, you could say so, I guess; yeah.”
“I mean, I have to comment on the obvious part here.” She points to the hat while shooting the camera a look. “Number 3? You do realise the changes in the grid, don’t you?”
You laugh at her teasing voice, shrugging and smiling with an innocent look. “What can I say, I like to avoid the reality and live in my delusions.” After a few more teasing from Samira, you explain with a laugh, “No jokes, though, I honestly hope Daniel Ricciardo returns to Red Bull somehow because I don’t know how I’ll cope without him for another season.”
“A big Danny Ric fan, then, I presume?” Samira asks, pointedly.
“Oh yeah, been for a while now.”
After you’re done with your interview and bid adieu to Samira, who thanks you a dozen times more, you find your parents at the Red Bull hospitality, speaking with none other than Christian Horner himself, accompanied by Max. It’s a slightly awkward transition when you join their conversation, but it passes quickly. It doesn’t take long for your parents to be involved with their own conversation with the team principle, and for you and Max to speak amongst yourselves. Although you ask him every single question that comes to your mind about racing, whether it makes sense or not, and he answers each of them without discouraging you.
He pulls a funny face when he realises your choice of merch, pointing to your hat with a mischievous smile on his face. “Interesting choice, I would have gone with Checo.”
You roll your eyes and huff, taking your hat in the process. “You’re just jealous because it’s not your number, Max.”
“You wanna try that again?” Max raises his eyebrows.
“So what if I’m wearing his number?” You ask, arms crossed over your chest. “He’s a very good driver.”
“Who is not driving this seaso– Ow! Stop it!” Max exclaims as you hit his arm repeatedly in an attempt to stop him talking. “I hope you’re just as charming when you meet him.”
You pull a face while asking, “What do you mean ‘when I meet him’?”
He gives you an unamused look. “You’re either a very good actress, or you are very bad at checking your social media.” His eyes widen when you match his look, which tells him everything he needs to know. “You know he’s around, right? He’s shooting promo stuff, I think.”
“What do you mean he’s around?” You shriek in an attempt to hide your hat, as if Daniel is actually around to see it.
“Yeah, wait, let me call him.” He takes out his phone and quickly dials him before you have the opportunity to tell him not to do that, but he quickly shoves his phone back into his pocket when he spots someone familiar over your shoulder and waves them over.
Your eyes widen as you hiss, “You’re the worst, you know that?”
He winks at you a playfully in return, “Don’t forget to invite me to your wedding.” Then, he shakes the hand of the driver, who finally makes his way to both of you, and pulls him into what you can only describe as a ‘bro hug’. “Hello, man.”
“Hello, mate.” Daniel greets him back. His eyes widen in recognition when he catches your eyes over Max’s shoulder, and he side-steps to shake your hand with excitement, which only makes you clutch the hat closer to your chest. “Hello, you’re Y/N Y/LN. Oh my god, I’m a big fan!”
“M-me too!” You manage to get out, and then quickly add, “A big fan of you, not myself. That would be very egotistical of me.” You inhale a sharp breath as you ignore the look Max gives you, and close your eyes for a moment before opening them again. “Please ignore that, I think the jet lag is finally catching up with my brain.”
“Sure, we’ll call it the jet lag.” Max mumbles, which earns him a hit with your elbow in his ribs. “Ow!”
“I’m this close to switching teams and supporting Mercedes instead.” You lift your hand to show the minimal space you’ve left between your thumb and pointer-finger.
“I think I should take over, here before you drive her away, Max.” He jokingly shakes his hand in a motion to make him go away, and then turns you with a warm smile as Max leaves the two of you to join some of the engineers nearby. “Now, should we get you a Red Bull?”
Talking to Daniel is very easy, you realise quickly. Once you (both) get over your shyness, the conversation just flows in a way you’re not used to. He, too, answers any questions you might have like Max did, but the look in his eyes are different when you show interest in something he’s particularly passionate about. He asks you about receiving your first Oscar, and you ask him about how his wine business is going – which ends up with him promising to send a few bottles over so that you can give it your stamp of approval; you both decide that your review is going be on the back of the bottles.
“But doesn’t it get into your eyes when you’re spraying it?” You ask him, trying to comprehend how the champagne they spray doesn’t go everywhere. “And doesn’t it burn? It has alcohol, and… bubbles.”
“You might be onto something here.” He mumbles in thought, thinking whether the champagne burned his eyes or not. “Occupational hazard?” He asks in an uncertain voice, hoping it satisfies your question as an answer.
“Oh, right.” You nod, taking another sip from the can he got you. “It’s crazy, you’ve won like what? 8 races? That’s crazy, you’re crazy.” The way you keep saying whatever comes to your mind makes Daniel smile as the energy you’re feeling taking over your body for the time being. “Wow, I’ve never felt like this, is this what energy drinks do to you?”
“Probably why you shouldn’t drink too much.” He agrees.
“Sorry.” You smile apologetically, suddenly very aware of the fact that you are, in fact, rattling nonsense in front of your biggest celebrity crush. “You must think I’m crazy, and I shouldn’t be holding you back. I’m sure you have better things to do.”
Daniel is panicking inside when you start to get up, his mind scrambling up words to find a way to make you stay – he feels like a kid who’s asking his parents to let him play for a little longer. It’s not that he is not a social person, he is, but the conversation the two of you share is one of the most meaningful ones to him, even though you’re not actually talking about anything that deep. But he realises there is no pretences with you, no expectations, nothing to hide. He enjoys the way you speak what’s on your mind, whether it might be complimentary or the opposite, but he enjoys how you present your opinion and why you have it. He knows he’s extremely starstruck at that very moment, god knows he’s met enough famous people to know what it feels like, but it’s the kind of starstruck that makes him want to be not shy about it. He wants to keep talking to you for as long as you can tolerate him, because in his mind, he might be the one who is butchering the whole conversation up just by shutting up and succumbing to his shyness. He’s hyperaware of the fact that he has held himself back over the past hour, just because he was thinking about the fact that your hair is looking very shiny under the Australian sun and it is his number on your hat. It’s not something the two of you talked about, yet, but when he realises that it is his number on it, there is this inexplicable pride surging over him.
So, with his entire courage, he says, “Stay.” He clears his throat to buy himself some time to think of something else to say. “I mean, I don’t have anything else I need to do, and it’s very nice to talk to you. So, you know, if you want to, we could maybe, I don’t know, continue to talk?”
“Oh.” You let out a breath, eyes wide with excitement (and a little bit of apprehension), but despite all the nervousness you’re feeling, you find yourself back in your seat, and mumbling. “Of course, it’s very nice to speak with you too.”
And so you find yourself immersed in another conversation with the Aussie seated across from you. He is open about the past year – which as a fan you’re dying to know what happened, but don’t want to question him because he is only human after all. But for some reason, it comes naturally to talk about his pseudo-retirement with you. He tells you about his plans for the year, and how he hopes to get back to a seat by the start of the next season. In return, you tell him about the time how you almost stopped acting, but the last project you gave a change brought you an Oscar. It’s a much deeper conversation than before, but somehow you find yourself talking without feeling nervous to do so – without any second thoughts.
“I, uh, I like your hat.” He smiles nervously, pointing to the discarded hat on your lap.
You laugh nervously as your fingers occupy themselves with the visor of the cap. “Thanks, it’s my favourite.”
“Yeah?” The question that leaves his mouth is so soft that you think you would miss it if your eyes weren’t so focused on him.
“Oh, yeah.” You assure him with a little shrug. “Much better than orange, let me tell you, I look hideous in orange.”
A large smile finds its way onto your lips when he lets out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. “I somehow find it impossible to believe.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re flirting with me, Daniel.” You tease, causing him to smirk back at you. He doesn’t answer you, but instead looks at you with a very particular look which confirms what you’ve just said. Your small stare-down is sadly broken apart by Max, who calls out Daniel’s name to let him know that Christian is looking for him.
There is a sad look in his eyes when he realises that he has to go for real this time, but you give him a sad smile as you let him know you’ll be watching the screens for him during the quali. As you feel the wind breezing around you, you instinctively wrap your arms around your middle to get rid of the shiver the colder air provides. A look of recognition passes through Daniel’s face as he asks, “Are you cold?”
“A little, but it’s oka–”
“I’ll be right back.” Daniel announces as he leaves you and Max, causing the latter to turn to you with his phone in his hand. Max lets out a deep sigh, mumbling something under his breath in a language you don’t recognise, most likely Dutch.
“What are you doing?” You ask him, head tilted to the side to try and see what he’s looking at on his phone. He turns it to you after a while, apparently finding what he was looking for. “What’s that?” You ask, pointing to the phone which displays a paused video of Daniel sitting in a chair.
“He’ll probably kill me once he realises I’ve made you watch this, but the way the two of you looking at each other like lovesick puppies is making me nauseous.” He points to the phone with his head. “Play it.”
You give him a sceptical look, but do as he says and press the little triangle in the middle of the screen. The interview starts to play, and Daniel is talking about racing and the ongoing season. You let the video play for a while before looking up at Max again, more confused. “What am I supposed to see?”
“For fuck’s sake.” Max groans, taking his phone out of your hand and fast-forwarding the video to find what he’s looking for. “Here.”
You press play on the video once again, but this time it starts with the interviewer asking Daniel about his celebrity crush. While he’s thinking about his answer in the video, you throw an unamused look at Max, who urges you to direct your attention back to the video. Just as you move your eyes back onto the screen, his answer echoes through the phone speakers which makes your eyes widen. “What?” You ask Max as you scramble to play back the section of the interview.
“So, any celebrity crushes we should be keeping our eyes out for?” The interviewer asks, out of frame.
There is a thoughtful look on his face as he thinks about his answer and once he decides, there is a smile breaking on his face. “I mean, probably Y/N Y/LN. I’ve watched everything she’s in, probably multiple times, she’s just so talented.”
You watch that particular part of the video back a couple of times before Max takes his phone out of your hands with a look asking if you’re okay. “When was this?”
“I don’t know,” He shrugs. “A couple of years back, but I don’t think his answer has changed over the years.”
You blink a couple of times, trying to digest the fact that your celebrity crush also named you as his celebrity crush. “Oh, wow.”
Daniel returns a few moments later with a hoodie in his hands. He smiles at you warmly as he hands it to you. “Here, that should help.”
“Oh, Daniel, you didn’t have to.” You breath out, taking the hoodie out of his hand and putting it on with his help when he gives you a look that says he won’t accept it back. After you fix the oversized hoodie on you, you turn to him with a smile as you also put on the hat on your head.
The smile he gives you in return when he sees you in his number and merch fills your stomach with butterflies, and Max must be feeling weird about being a part of the scene because he lets Daniel know that he’ll wait at the garage. As Max leaves, Daniel turns back at you with a sad smile on his face. “I really don’t wanna leave, but–”
“You have a job to do, Daniel.” You smile with an understanding, putting an encouraging hand on his forearm. “Although I would love to keep you to myself, I’m sure there are fans out in the world who would love to see you back as much as I do.”
He lets out a small groan. “Please tell me you’ll be here tomorrow as well.”
“Well, I came all this way to watch the race too, so I’ll probably be around.” You tease him.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asks you in a hopeful voice.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You affirm.
After a final look, both of start walking in different directions. And just as you’re about to leave the hospitality, you hear him call out your name. When you turn to look at him over your shoulder you hear him yell, “My number looks good on you.”
In retrospect, you wanted to arrive earlier to find a certain driver, but you couldn’t sleep last night because you couldn’t stop thinking about the day’s events. So when you wake up later than your alarm Sunday morning, you rush to get ready to leave your hotel room. By the time you arrive at Albert Park, it’s almost noon. You’re not late to see the race, there is still couple of hours until the big event, but your eyes look around the chaotic hospitality to spot Daniel. You can see a few familiar faces, some engineers you met yesterday and the drivers talking to some crew members near the garage, but there is a small frown on your face as you keep looking for the Australian driver. You’re about to give up when, suddenly, you feel someone grabbing your arm – which makes you jump back with a shriek.
“You scared me!” You exclaim, looking at the stranger who, thankfully, lets go of your arm after your outburst. “Sorry, can I help you?”
“Sorry! I thought you were lost and looking for your boyfriend.” They respond, pointing towards the garages. “I saw him enter a few minutes ago.”
“I don’t have a–” You start the say, but the person is already starting to walk away to the opposite direction. “Boyfriend.” You sigh, deciding to take the advice and see if Daniel might be at the garage after all.
If you thought there was a chaos outside the garage, you’re greatly wrong, because the only word you can use to describe the Red Bull garage is chaotic. There are crew members everywhere, trying to get the cars ready for the upcoming race. So, you do your best to slip through them without disturbing their work. Some of the members you met yesterday greet you, which makes you smile as you greet them back. You catch a familiar set of eyes, which lose the boredom in them and widen with recognition once they meet yours and he starts walking towards you.
He's beaming by the time he reaches you, as he exclaims, “You’re here!”
“Hi!” You greet him and then pull him for a quick hug.
“I’m glad you made it, Y/N.” He smiles down at you, without letting you go, and then gestures around the garage. “Have you looked around?”
You nod, matching his smile as you look up at him, “A little bit when I came in, it’s crazy out there today?”
He lets out an affirmative voice. “It’s always like that during a race day. Where are you watching the race from?”
“The Paddock Club, I think?” You answer him with a small frown. “We watched the quali from there yesterday.”
He pulls away from you slowly, and begrudgingly, holding your hand and starts to pull you away from the entrance. “I have a better idea.” He walks you towards the front of the garage, stopping right in front of the barriers and asking a crew member for a headset.
There is a playful smile on his face when he turns to you with them in his hands, which makes your eyes widen with concern. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?”
He waves his hand, passing the headset to you as he assures, “Of course, it’s the best seat in the house. Plus, it’ll be easier for us to find each other.”
“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?” You ask him as you do your best to narrow your eyes.
“Absolutely, yes.” He nods with excitement. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re kind of my celebrity crush.”
You giggle in response. “Oh, I know. Max made me watch a video.”
“He– what?”
“It was a lovely compliment.” You assure him, patting his arm with a sympathetic smile.
“I’m going to kill–” He begins to say, but one of the engineers call out his name, telling him that they need him before the race. He turns to you with a groan, jumping over the barriers instead of going through the door, which makes you chuckle, and points to you while walking backwards. “We have to talk about this.”
“We will.” You assure him. Just as you watch him walk by, you call out, “Daniel!”
“Yeah?” He calls back at you.
“You’re my celebrity crush, too.”
Instead of answering he winks at you over his shoulder, which makes you giggle. You’re sure that you’re also blushing, but decide not to think about it too much and focus on the race which is starting. You’re on the edge of your seat the entire time, from the start to the second restart to the end. The people around you are not much different, everybody holding their breaths every time one of the cars make a sharp turn. You let out an occasional gasp, or wince throughout the entire race, your hands covering your shocked expression. But, at the end, you’re happy to see that Max is P1 and Checo managed to finish the race in P5. Everyone around you seems to be sharing your opinions, since they are celebrating the good results when you take off your headset.
Daniel finds you eventually, after speaking with some of the engineers and pit crew, and there is a huge smile on his face as he asks, “So, how’d you like it?”
“Are you kidding me? It was insane!” You exclaim, using your hands to relay your point. “Eight cars, Daniel, eight cars! That’s crazy!”
“I get you’ve liked it?” He asks, his eyebrows raising.
You let out a scoff while shaking your head. “Of course I liked it!”
“I’m glad you liked it, Y/N.” He smiles, “So, I’m your celebrity crush, huh?”
“Oh please, you already knew it!” You roll your eyes at his smug expression. “I’m wearing your number, aren’t I?”
He shrugs, letting his hands occupy themselves with the end of the hoodie you’re wearing. “And it looks good on you.” He tilts his head to get a better look at your eyes as he asks, “You’re wearing it again today? Isn’t it some sort of fashion crime in Hollywood?”
“Well, I’ve never fit in much anyway.” You shrug, letting a smirk break at your lips. “It might just become my favourite item of clothing, just so you know.”
“Yeah? I’m happy to hear that.”
“You should be, I’m very particular about my hoodies.”
He smiles at your comment, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes for some reason. “When is your flight back?”
“Tuesday.” You answer him, suddenly very aware of the fact that you don’t have much time left in Melbourne at all. “But I can be convinced to stay for longer.”
His eyes widen with surprise, excitement taking over the sad look in record time. “You can? Really?” You nod your head, which makes him pull you closer to him with the hand still holding your hoodie. “Let me take you out on a date.” His eyes seem to beg.
You nod your head once again, tilting your head backwards to keep your gaze locked to his. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Yes? Are you sure? It’s the point of no return.” There is a playful tone to his voice.
You roll your eyes, taking off your cap and placing it onto his head. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, ‘honey badger’.” You tease. “Who knows? You might just convince me to say a while longer.”
“Yeah, I’d like that, too.” He echoes your words from earlier.
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Start up Fic - Ellie Williams x Reader
part 2
Summary: You switch dorms at your boarding school after you and your girlfriend go through a messy break up and you no longer can handle being roommates with her. Only your new one is a different kind of problem
a/n: I wrote the first chapter only to realize I have no idea what comes next. So here's my plan: if y'all like the set up, you can give me suggestions for what you want to happen next. I basically just laid down the base. So you can read it if you want and see if you have any ideas. But just as a warning, I'm not gonna write smut without a plot, I'm not about that life. I have a vague idea of what I can put next but it's very cliche and overdone sooooo yeah, thanx in advance<3
Also, English is my third language so expect bad grammar
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Your eyes wandered over the walls as you walked along them. The paint was starting to flake off, revealing the concrete underneath. Your school was old. Like old, old. Like Victorian ages old. Something most of your friends scoffed over, but you personally liked. You thought it gave it character. Of course a little bit of a touch up wouldn't hurt, but bathroom doors that are actually still attached to the stall hinges were overrated anyways.
You were following Miss Jenkins, your housemother, hunched over as you were balancing three of your bags on your back. Uncomfortable, yes, but you were trying to minimize the amount of trips you had to make to move all your shit over to your new dorm. Anything to avoid seeing Samira more than absolutely fucking necessary.
"Here we are" Miss Jenkins sighed, stopping in front of one of the gray doors. It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. You were still pissed that you had to put in 4 requests over the duration of 2 months before they finally assigned you a new room, but now she was acting like she was doing you a huge favor. Like taking 15 minutes out of her day was so much to ask for. But you kept it down, thanking her again before opening the door and stepping in.
The lengthy process of actually getting a new room gave you plenty of time to stress over who your new roommate would be. This girl, however, didn't even come to mind. You weren't even sure what her name was, your social circle and her's didn't interact much. E-something? Or was it L?
Mystery girl was sitting at her desk, headphones in, and carefully shading out something in her notebook. You noticed she had tucked her left leg under her, a bad habit you also possessed. She didn't register your presence, her eyes still fixed on the paper. You threw your bags next to your bed, which finally caught her attention. "Oh fuck" she jumped up from the desk and hurried over to your bed, picking up the stuff she dumped on it. "Hello to you too" you mused.
Sweatshirts, textbooks and pencils started flying over onto her bed. "I'm sorry, I thought I had until Sunday to get my shit off your side" She explained, tossing a hairbrush across the small room. You watched it hit the wall and fall down onto her Zelda themed sheets. Cute, you noted. "No worries, take your time, I still have stuff to move over"
So you were back in the hallway, slowly but surely making your way back to your old dorm and with that, to Samira. Now that you were by yourself, you took the time to think about your new roommate. You still didn't know her name but one thing was for certain: she was incredible looking.
Her thick straight auburn hair cut off above the shoulders and her cheeks were densely dotted with freckles. She was very toned, especially in the arms. She was probably in the lacrosse team.
You did notice she was more on the masculine side, so might maybe even be gay. You full stopped, forcing yourself to remember, that's exactly the type of shit that got you in your current situation in the first place. No fucking your roommate, dude, we talked about this.
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You took a moment to collect yourself before entering your old room. You drew a breath in, scanning the ugly grey door that separated you and her. 12B the lettering read, touched up with some sharpie. You reached for the knob.
She was sitting at her desk, scrolling on her phone and demonstratively ignoring your presence. You bit down on the inside of her cheek. This wasn't what you expected. Somehow you preferred another stupid fight over this new silence.
You stacked two backpacks on one arm and three bags on the other. The weight made your walk out rather inelegant. You stopped in the doorway. "Goodbye Sami."
You could practically feel her hesitate.
"Bye."
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A, C, O from sfw alphabet for Samira, Vayne and Irelia ☺️
yes, yes, yes! ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
ꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ [x]
𝐀 - 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐂 - 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐎 - 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧
𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚
𝐀 - 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
she is very affectionate and will show it to her s.o. through physical touch better than through words. she is a bit clumsy in her speech and feels awkward about voicing her emotions, but you know she loves you, she's the kind of person to show her love through actions. samira is constantly touching you in public, part of her wishes the world to see how lucky she is to have an eye candy like you all for herself, but the other part - most part - is all about protection and adoration. she is either holding your hand or letting you cling to her arm as she goes on with whatever she is doing. in private, she is a big cuddler and will cherish any opportunity she can to have a lazy morning with you.
𝐂 - 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬
cuddling with her lover is one of her favorite things to do. it doesn't matter if she is the big or little spoon, as long as she can feel you close. with her dangerous and wild line of work, she wants to enjoy your time together. samira is all about the thrill, but you can say that you've tamed this unstoppable bounty hunter just enough for her to settle down. you are afraid of losing samira, knowing how fast and dangerously she enjoys living. so snuggling is a sacred time for the both of you. you cannot even stay mad at her since she always makes you laugh, pulling giggles and smiles from you while she squeezes your body.
𝐎 - 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧
Samira's had a rough past. Some ghosts come back from time to time, but she hardly has hard days because of it. Not anymore. She feels proud of herself for being a survivor and overcoming everything that happened to her. She trusts her partner enough to tell stories from her childhood and all she went though after shurima was burnt down. she is very open about it from the start as she now easily speak about it. she expects her lover to do the same and will encourage you to vent to her.
𝐕𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
𝐀 - 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
vayne has a lot of trauma regarding her past with the loss of her parents and it still takes a toll on her. she is not used to being taken care of, not when she has grown up by herself and survived on her own, having to learn how to survive in a world filled with monsters and filthy demons. she doesn't consider herself a people person. however, her lover can get a softer side of her that she is too afraid to show the rest of the world. shauna doesn't really like being touched, specially on her back. she'd rather touch you lightly instead, wrapping her arm around you while you're in bed together. she thinks you don't notice it, but she always watches you sleep. she is very protective of you and would move mountains for you, kill any beast that dares threaten your life. she loves you, though she doesn't know how to put it into words. lucky or unlucky for her, you are capable of seeing past her grumpy facade.
𝐂 - 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬
it took vayne a while to trust and care about you. but when she did, you knew she would kill and die for you. sometimes you'll tease your girlfriend and call her a guard dog, which will earn you an annoyed huff and a snarky comeback. when you are cuddling, she won't be little spoon even if her life depends on it. she doesn't feel comfortable as her trauma doesn't allow her to be this vulnerable. she prefers holding you in her arms with your back turned to her. shauna rests her chin on the top of your head, her arm protectively wrapped around your waist. sometimes she'll lace one of her long legs around yours to prevent you from getting up without her consent. yes, she's that controlling.
𝐎 - 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧
oh, vayne...she is not open at all. she has a lot of trauma and trust issues clouding her mind. she'd rather fight her inner demons by herself and won't vent to you even if you insist. she is scared of being perceived as weak. she hates the victim label. if you are in a long term relationship with her, she might tell you a story or two about her past, but it won't be filled with details and she'll seem extremely cold, even numb to the pain. you know better, though. her eyes never lied.
𝐈𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚
𝐀 - 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
the warrior has to dedicate a lot of her day to ionia and her people, spending most of her day practicing and ensuring that the land is safe from invasions. that being said, when she finally gets home to her darling, she wants nothing but to hold you close and heart to heart. she is a hopeless romantic, very affectionate. you can even say she is a bit touch starved. after losing her family, irelia learnt that we should value the time we have with the people we love. you are her only family now, so she treats you like a fragile porcelain doll. she shows her love through words, soft kisses on your face, by cuddling you, and taking you on walks through ionia.
𝐂 - 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬
irelia is a big softie in private and a sucker for cuddles. she's tall and strong, which makes her a perfect cuddle bear. she got so flustered when you called her that for the first time. the blade dancer doesn't mind the position she is when snuggling with you, but her favorite is when you are laying on top of her fully and she can hug you close to her body. this position is perfect for her to feel the warmth of her lover, as well as to steal loving, chaste kisses from your lips. she adores when you play with her hair and leave a trail of little kisses on her face. she will blush, again, big softie.
𝐎 - 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧
it takes irelia some time in the relationship to be able to open up to you. after losing her entire family for war, she is terrified of losing you and will be extremely mindful of your safety. she'll constantly tell you that she doesn't want to lose you, that she can't bear anther loss in her life. not you. you are her sweetheart. being the warrior leader of her people, she would get overwhelmed sometimes and cry in exhaustion in your arms. you are the only one who sees this vulnerable side of her. you always reassure her that it's okay to cry and that she doesn't need to be strong all the time.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛 headcanons .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ kento x swana gn!reader
content: fluff, non-specific relationship (it can be platonic or romantic)
wc: 421
a/n: this is very self-indulgent, though, i tried my best to make it inclusive of all swana folk; hence it's rather general. for those who aren’t aware, swana stands for south west asia and north africa. it’s a more progressive term compared to “middle east”, the latter being rooted in orientalism.
banner credits:⠀@/dollienini + @/chilumitos
Fights over which type of rice is better — jasmine or basmati. He insists it's jasmine as it’s easier to cook and softer. You retort, claiming it's basmati as it tastes better with curry and stews than jasmine rice.
Introducing Kento to classic artists like Fairuz, Samira Tawfik, Sabah, and Warda (Al-Jazairia). Sometimes you catch him listening to these artists in his spare time whilst sitting at his home desk. Fingers tapping at the wooden table rhythmically whilst trying to mouth the lyrics.
Kento questions why you get onto your hands and knees, Cinderella-style, with an old t-shirt to mop the tiles. After seeing you do this once, he buys you an actual mop so you never have to bend over (or cause injury to your back).
Slowly building up his tolerance to the sweetness of SWANA desserts. He’s not used to it due to Japanese desserts being subtly sweet. Zalabia is the ultimate final dessert boss. However, his friend Satoru happily gobbles those up whenever he pops by your place for afternoon tea.
Teaching him words, phrases, and idioms in your native tongue or second language. Whilst he had trouble with certain letters or digraphs, you bet he randomly uses certain words around you, even occasionally saying them around his friends and colleagues who have no idea what he’s talking about.
One day, you give him a rundown of your family tree before taking him to his first family gathering. It’s all a bit confusing with everyone being your “cousin”, “aunt”, or “uncle”. Some of these people aren’t even related to you; they’re either your grandparents’ cousins or friends of the family from the homeland.
There’s a social gathering (or wedding) coming up soon, and he's your plus one, so you have to teach him how to dance. The poor man is stiff as a wooden board with two left feet. It takes a while for him to learn [insert dance name], let alone loosen his shoulders, but once he's on the dancefloor, he won't leave.
You best believe this man doesn't understand superstitions and why people still follow them. One day you chastise him for dropping silverware, explaining that now there would be a guest at the door of your apartment. There, in fact, was a guest; it was Satoru.
As Kento learns more from you, he soon understands there is more to the SWANA region, unlike what the world and media have taught him. It gives him a deeper appreciation of your culture and helps him rethink unintentional biases.
© 𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙⠀ ─⠀ all rights reserved. seek inspiration, do not copy, translate, or redistribute my writing/content.⠀₊˚ෆ
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Just A Friend
Summary: You make the mistake of referring to Andy as “just a friend”. Takes place right after the events in Dessert Before Dinner. CLICK HERE to read Part Two. Andy Barber x Black!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Hurt Andy, Confused/Hurt Reader, Arguing, Cursing, Fluff, Smut (implied), Minors DNI
A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please let me know your thoughts and thanks for reading! Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.
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The words had come out of your mouth before you could stop them. To be fair, it’d made sense. It’s not like the two of you had had the actual conversation or anything.
And the last thing you had wanted to do was just assume the two of you were a “thing”. For all you knew, you both were just having a good time.
Of course you thought it was more than that, but you also couldn’t read Andrew Barber’s mind. If anything, you were just learning how to read his facial expressions. The man was the friggin’ District Attorney, so he was adept at schooling his features by default.
Okay, let’s be rational and break this down…
One: You two hung out all of the time. You texted and called one another every day.
Two: He called you his baby girl.
Three: You’d given up the cookie. And he’d devoured said cookie.
Four: The whole Merry-Go-Round escapade. That had to mean something, right?
But when pressed, your mind had gone blank, and, well…
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Two hours earlier…
You and Andy had been strolling hand in hand down the street, trying to figure out where you wanted to go lunch. Neither one of you could seem to make up your minds.
“Would you stop it already?” He playfully growled as he once again maneuvered your smaller body so that you were walking on the inside of his. “It’s safer for you here.”
You rolled your eyes and blew out of breath.
“And remind me again, why am I safer here?”
“Because if a car were to run off the road and onto the sidewalk right here, right now it would hit me and not you.” Andy responded as if it were obvious.
“Oh, right. Of course.”
“Hey, baby girl. My logic is sound.” He pressed a quick kiss to your hand.
“Alright, Big Man, alright. How about chicken and waffles?”
“Oooh! Now there’s an idea.”
“I know a spot a couple blocks from here that’s know for their -“
You were cut off by the sound of your name being called. Looking around, you saw your friend Samira and her husband Damian headed towards you.
“Hey, babe!” You had let go of Andy’s hand to wrap your arms around your girl, before doing the same to her husband.
“Good to see you, Y/N. It’s been a minute.” Damian was quick to note.
“Yeah, I know.” You laugh before turning to the man at your side. “These are my friends, Samira and Damian. We met back in college.” You told him.
He’d nodded and shook their hands. And then there was a few seconds of silence.
“Oh! Um, and this my, uh, friend, Andrew.” Almost immediately you felt him tense next you.
“Yeah. Y/N and I are friends.” He’d grunted.
“Well, we were on our way to lunch. But, um, let’s get together soon.”
After you’d parted ways, you had gone to grab his hand again, but it remained slack. So you had let it go.
“Andy?” You’d asked. “Are you…okay?”
“Your friend is fine, Y/N.” He’d grunted again. “Just fine. Let’s just get some lunch.”
Why did you get the feeling that you’d just fucked up?
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Now…
You’re sitting across from each other, neither one of you truly touching your chicken and waffles.
Not to mention the fact that your lunch companion is barely speaking to you.
“Do you want some more sweet tea, Andy?”
“Don’t really feel like developing diabetes today.” He grumbles.
Okay.
“How’s the food?” You try again.
“Not quite to my taste.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. Do you wanna go somewhere else?”
Instead of answering, he turns to stare out the window.
“Look, Andrew, I’m trying here. But you’ve go to give me something, honey…”
Your Big Man chuckles softly, sounding anything but amused. “Aww, don’t stop now, sweetheart. Not when you’re being such a good friend.”
You stare at him, trying to make sense of his words.
“Andy…if this is about what I said back there with Samira -“
One big hand waves you off. And then he asks for the check.
And you feel like crying.
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You’re both silent on the walk back to your place, ignoring the smell of rain in the air and the boom of thunder in the distance.
“Andy, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” His voice hard. “Let’s just get you home.”
“Please stop for a second!” You tug on the crook of his arm. “C’mon!” You plead when you’re barely able to slow him down.
“Why, baby? I’m just trying to see you home like any good friend would.” This go round he has a hard time keeping the anger out of his voice.
“Why do keep saying it like that?” Your Big Man is making you want to pull your hair out. “Stop, damn you!”
A drop of rain hits your nose.
Andy turns on you, his jaw tensed. “Saying it like what? What am I saying it like, Y/N?”
Another drop. And then another.
“Like you’re upset.” Upset with me.
He folds is arms across his broad, muscled chest. “You know what? I’m not upset. I’m just - I’m just fucking disappointed.”
It’s drizzling now.
“Disappointed how?” You all but screech. “Give me something to work with!”
“You know why I’m disappointed, why?” Andy’s imposing form looms over you, but you weren’t afraid. “Because the girl I care about, the first woman I’ve allowed myself to develop feelings for since my goddamned wife died thinks of me as just a fucking friend!” He hisses angrily. “I don’t need anymore fucking friends, Y/N, and I don’t want any. I want you.”
You shake your head.
He steps back with a sigh. “But if you don’t want me, that’s fine. I know I can’t make you want me, even though I desperately wish I could.”
It’s raining now.
“Andy…”
“Let’s just get you home.” Your Big Man turns his back on you. “I don’t even have an umbrella to offer you.” He mumbles.
“Andrew - Andrew! STOP!” You growl, finally finding some fire of your own. “I do want you.”
“We’re both adults, Y/N. No need to lie.” He grouses.
You jog to step in front of him, awkwardly brushing the wet hair out of your eyes.
Grabbing the front of his shirt, you use all of your strength to hold him in place. “Look at me. Please fucking look at me before I tackle you to the muddy ground and sit on you.”
His beautiful blue yes finally meet your own.
“I do want you. You are all I think about. I’m talking straight up corny shit. Like, you’re the last thing on my mind at night, and the first thing I think about in the morning. Okay?” You tug him closer to you.
“I am falling for you. Fuck! I am. You and I just hadn’t had this conversation yet and I was worried that we wouldn’t be on the same page. But you are more than just my friend. You’re my man.”
“I am?” He whispers, oblivious to his own drenched clothing. “That’s how you think of me?”
“I do. Be my boyfriend, buy me a promise ring. Let’s go steady, boo. Whatever it takes. I don’t care.”
Yeah, you were all about that corny life these days.
“You mean that? You really -“
“Oh, just shut up already.” You growl softly.
You let go of his shirt before pulling his head down to your own for a kiss. A kiss filled with so much passion and promise and emotion, it makes your knees weak. Andrew wraps his brawny arms around you, pulling you even closer as his tongue stakes it’s claim over yours.
Eventually you pull away from one another, your chests heaving.
“Take me home. Warm me up. And then let me make love to you.” You purr.
“Whatever you want, baby girl.”
END
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cold secrets, warm light (simon “ghost” riley x f!reader) - part 2/3
Note: This got longer than expected, so now it’s gonna be 3 chapters instead of 2. LMAO. This takes place in the same universe as cold hands, warm heart and is seen as a continuation of that fic.
Rating/Warning: Canon typical violence, blood/injury/and minor gore. Thigh grinding and making out. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) haha ! nice! (also those gloves make me feral)
** All the names of politicians are fake/do not relate to any living or deceased person. I also created 2 entire locations because I don’t want to use the real world lmao. (Al-Qunbar & Noreth)
No use of Y/N. Reader is described as muscular/toned with scars from active combat/torture, and no other descriptors are used.
(Read on Ao3) ||| 🔪🔪🔪
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In the days that follow, you settle into a routine with Ghost and Soap at the safe house. Samira looked after Soap. She attended to his medical needs and physical therapy. He’s a decent patient until his frustration boils over and then he’s huffing like an old goat and crossing his arms. Agathi’s boys worked the farmland. They shovel manure, or prune plants, or tend to the harvest. The security of the safe house is organized into scheduled shifts. The perimeter of the property, the barn, and the house itself are your main concerns.
However, Ghost took over the sniper position at the barn. Instead of following the six-hour schedule, he stayed up there for twelve to fourteen hours. When he returns to the house, he talks to Soap, rests, then returns to the barn without speaking to anyone else. You don’t take it personally. Ghost is a diligent operative. He never wavers. He never falters. You are safer, Lukas is safer, with him here.
Your nails are encrusted with dark, rich earth from digging up carrots with James and Lukas. Lukas’ favorite task is to unearth food you’ve grown. He smiles brightly, holding aloft potatoes or carrots or stalks of green onions, and you cannot help but smile in return. He is a sweet and tender boy. And its awe inspiring someone so sweet and gentle could come from you. A trained killer. A girl made of ice. A woman without identity, without roots.
You skim your dirty hands across the stalks of tall reeds while walking down the dirt, pebble-strewn road. A lone bird calls out to signal that night is upon them and the predators will awaken soon. Your smile tugs errantly at the corners of your mouth.
The sky is bruising purple and dusky blue. The clouds on the horizon promised rain. You can smell in the air – fresh, biting, and green. You unscrew the cap of your flask and swallow a warm, robust mouthful of black tea. The dilapidated barn leans against a backdrop of dying sunlight like a wounded animal. Sven emerges from the grass with a sheepish smile. His blue eyes dart briefly to the barn loft.
He says, “time for shift change already?”
“I’m early.” You ruffle his stringy, blonde hair. “Go on. Your brother is waiting.”
Sven flushes bright red. “Thanks.”
You watch him jog down the road with a flashlight in his hand. You check under the tire well of the abandoned truck and find the hidden pistol. You check the safety and clip. You tuck it away again. Price, the thoughtful bastard, managed to arrange a covert supply drop. Ghost collected it earlier in the week. It contained ammunition, infrared lights, night vision scopes, and supplies for Soap and Ghost.
Price can get into serious trouble by his superiors if anyone finds out about it.
You aren’t sure why he keeps sticking his neck out to help you, but you’re grateful. You think of Lukas. You wonder if he suspects anything. Samira often says fondly, ‘it’s as if God took the blueprints of you and made him.’ You don’t see it. And whenever you tell Samira this, she laughs, and her scarred skin stretches with joy.
The wooden ladder creaks when you ascend it. Ghost is perched with his sniper and completely unmoving. Your nostrils itch as the scent of old, dusty hay fills them. You sniffle and wipe your nose with your knuckles.
“All clear,” drawls Ghost.
“Yes, I know. I was just outside.”
Ghost scoffs. You settle crossed legged next to him. You glance at his stark black-and-white profile. His sandy eyelashes flutter against his black-painted skin. Your body hums with acute unspoken desire. You trace the shapes of his tattoos on his forearm. You would give anything to touch him and feel the hot expanse of his skin across your palms. You’ve lain awake in your cold bed, tossing, and turning and coiled with taut desire, and wondered if he’d shun you if you came to find him. But you always manage to talk yourself out of it.
There’s no benefit in complicating matters further. Noreth is at war. You and Lukas can’t leave. Soap and Ghost can’t leave. The best course of action is to lay low and keep safe until extraction. You swallow another gulp of tea and watch the cloudy, star dotted horizon and swaying tall grass.
“What’re you drinking?”
“Tea.” You wipe your mouth with your fingers.
“Nothing stronger?” He grouses.
“We’ve got vodka back at the house.”
He gives a small shake of his head. “Foul.”
You extend your arm toward him, the flask pinched between your fingers, and Ghost glances sidelong at you. Seconds pass. You’re about to pull it away. But then Ghost reaches and accepts the flask without touching you. You force yourself to look away rather than look at him. You imagine the shape of his lips closing over the mouth of the flask. You imagine his muscled throat shifting when he swallows. You imagine him wiping away a teardrop of tea from the corner of his mouth with his gloved thumb. You wait until you hear the sound of the cap screwing back on before looking at him again.
His mask is pushed up to right below his nose. His jaw is shadowed with dark blonde stubble. You recall how it scratched against your bare skin and left faint, irritated red lines. You avert your eyes.
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” He mumbles.
You shrug, “things have changed.”
“Have they?” He says and the words are deep and rumbling. You take the flask from him and drink to delay answering his question. Things have changed. You are no longer an intelligence agent. You deserted. You have a child. You have good people relying on you. You have a reason beyond survival to carve a place for yourself in this new world.
“A bit.” You respond vaguely. The silence stretches, weighted and poignant, and you crack your knuckles one finger at a time. It never used to be awkward with Simon. Or has nostalgia completely skewed your perception? Or is it your guilt? Your fingertips touch when you pass the flask again. An electric jolt fires across your skin. You meet his heavily lidded, shadowed eyes. The unsaid words and confessions linger on your tongue. The distance between you is miniscule. It’s mere inches, but it feels like an endless chasm. You risk the danger and shift closer.
His skeletal gloved fingers graze along the feverish skin on your inner wrist.
“We shouldn’t complicate things.” You blurt. Your secret presses on every of your chamber of your heart. His presses his lips together and cocks his head to the side.
“We’re well past that, Lux.”
“There are things you don’t know about me, Ghost.”
The rough texture of his gloves glides up to your shoulder, lightly touching your neck, and you feel his index finger slide under the golden chain of your necklace. Your pulse throbs in your carotid artery. The moth charm twirls, pretty and light, between Simon’s large fingers.
“I’m not saying this to be coy or mysterious, Riley.” When you use his name, his eyes dart from your throat to your face, and you feel every ounce of his attention on you. You feel like a butterfly pinned to a display frame.
A hot and prickly sensation burns in your throat, “I have secrets you’d hate me for keeping.” You whisper.
You swallow with some difficulty. His tongue sweeps across his lower, chapped lip before he pulls his lower lip between his teeth briefly. Your heart stutters. You force your eyes from his mouth.
“I doubt that very much.” His voice is rumbling, and quiet, and its reverberation echoes into your spine. Your skin burns. Your breath, ragged and warm ,drags itself through your lungs and out your parted lips. You tilt forward and press your forehead against the cool, hard plastic of his mask. Your eyes shutter closed.
Simon says your name longingly. His breath tickles your chin. Your heart pangs to tell him the truth about Lukas, about Al-Qunbar, about Price and his help. Yet, pragmatism pinches your tongue in a vice grip. Lukas’ safety and well-being is everything to you. The less people who know the truth the better.
His lips ghost across yours. His stubble is prickly and rough. Without further prompting or encouragement, you kiss him and slide your tongue between his lips. You tremble and your breath huffs desperately through your nostrils. You hold his jaw. You need him close. You want to wrap your bodies together and remain glued. An overwhelming sensation of bliss floods through your veins. Simon’s tongue moves languidly and tastes of robust black tea. He squeezes the back of your neck, holding you tight and refusing to let you pull away. A heady sense of warmth explodes inside your chest and launches your heart into a tailspin.
You throw your leg over his big thigh, straddling it, and Simon makes a low, pleased sound at the back of his throat. His other hand clutches your hip—tight, possessive, his thumb digs into your flesh. He pitches your hips forward, then pushes back, and you quickly get the idea. You clothed cunt grinds against his muscled thigh. You encircle your arms around his neck, pressed chest-to-chest, and feel Simon’s every rough inhale and exhale. Your original plan to remain distant and uncomplicated has crashed and burned into ash and charcoal.
His tongue flicks obscenely and wetly into your open, panting mouth. “Can you come like this?” He asks, “or do you want my hand, hm? My fingers?” The thought of Simon’s hand shoved between your legs is enough to make your body tighten with anticipation and desire. You wonder if he’ll keep the gloves on.
“We have to keep watch.” You whimper.
He chuckles like deep, dark wine. “I can multitask.”
The temptation threatens to drag you underwater. You are swept into the current of Simon’s influence and your own intoxicating desire. His warm, rough burr. His large and deliberate hands. His strong, muscled arms and legs. His chiseled abdominal muscles quiver as you push your hands up his shirt and touch his hot, damp skin.
“God,” He drags the word out and tilts his head back to look up at you, “you’re gonna kill me, Lux.”
You smile. You are lost in the deep, coffee color of his eyes shadowed by ashen blonde lashes and smudged with black camo paint. They are the same shade as Lukas’. An arrow of guilt spears your heart. What are you doing? Noreth is at war. You’re on watch. You’ll never forgive yourself if Lukas got hurt because you let your lust overwhelm your logic. You clear your throat.
You say, “we – we should wait until we’re inside.” You climb off his leg and adjust your rumpled shirt. “Okay?”
Ghost licks his lips and watches you with dark, hungry eyes. “I’m a sniper. A few hours is nothing.”
“Great.” You reply, your voice tight, “I’m going to walk the perimeter.”
~~~~~~~~
The walk back to the heaven is tense. It is filled with piping hot anticipation and coated in white foam that tastes like a hopeful dream, a beggar’s wish. Two dimly lit windows peer like eyes onto the dead lawn and black skeletal shape of Kaja’s motorbike.
Simon’s palm glides along your lower back and blistering heat floods your stomach. Your body clenches and your clit throbs with pressure and desire. You’ve thought of nearly a dozen different positions and fantasies during your walk. This is unlike your time with the task force. You don’t need to avoid detection. Neither Samira nor Agathi will judge you. Although, for the sake of those sleeping, you resolve to do your best to stay quiet.
The front door opens to the sound of Lukas crying. Agathi is holding him, bouncing softly, and her tired face looks relieved when you cross the threshold.
“Nightmare.” She explains. Lukas reaches his tiny hands toward you.
“I’ve got him.” You bundle Lukas into your arms and kiss his flushed, sticky-with-tears cheek. You glance apologetically toward Ghost. Perhaps this is for the best. Maybe you shouldn’t sleep together. Maybe this was some unseen force ensuring that you and Ghost remain uncomplicated. Maybe it’s saving you from breaking your heart again. Once Soap is clear, Ghost will leave. You know it. You believe it.
You sway Lukas in your arms and mutter softly.
~~~~~~~~~
Ghost stands frozen in the doorway. The boy has his eyes. And the realization is like a leech. He cannot shake it. He cannot bear to be in the same room as you and the crying child. The child with his eyes. He stalks down the hall and ducks into the small room arranged for him and Soap.
Soap is asleep. He’s glad for it. He doesn’t want questions. His breath his ragged and edged like shrapnel in his lungs. His skin is flushed and stretched uncomfortably over his bones. You held Lukas sweetly. You kissed his face. You showed him more affection than James or Sven. How did he not see it earlier?
Lukas looks nothing like Sven or James or Agathi. He looks like you. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t. You must’ve had a child with someone during your time in Al-Qunbar. He scowls. The maths didn’t add up there either. He guessed Lukas’ age is close to 3. Lukas would be younger if you gave birth to him in Al-Qunbar. Then when? With whom?
He swallows thickly and recalls your short time together. Lukas can’t be his. Can’t be. Can’t. He’s not fit to be a father. He’s a dangerous man. A killer. And a damn good one at that. His palms are sweaty and clammy. He peels off his skeletal gloves and tucks them into the back pocket of his pants. He chews his tongue with his back molars.
If Lukas is yours then he doubts the agency knows. A child is a target. A vulnerability. He starts cleaning one of his guns to keep his hands busy. The gun oil is slick and warm against his fingers. He clears his dry, uncomfortable throat. He thinks about your weighted words in the barn. You mentioned you had a secret. You said it was something he’d hate you for.
His slick, oiled hands move purposefully over the metal. His gaze flicks upward to Soap. He watches his chest breathing evenly beneath the dark sheets. They will stay here for a few weeks and then they’d leave. He can endure it.
You were never meant to have a reunion. And he is a fool for wishing for anything other than what he got. Regardless of who Lukas belongs to—he’s no one’s father. He’s not destined for a civilian life. He’s comfortable in the danger. He’s comfortable wearing the mask. He likes it too much to walk away.
He can’t go and live on a farm and change nappies. That’s not who he is. And he won’t bring danger to your doorstep. But he doesn’t want to say goodbye again. He doesn’t want you to disappear. Ghost sighs heavily and sets the pistol on his bouncing knee.
He needs to talk to you.
~~~~~~~~~~~
It took an hour to get Lukas back to sleep. You settle into one of the wooden chairs on your small, porch balcony outside your bedroom and watch the darkness and swaying grass. You roll the night vision scope between your palms and feel the roughed, grip texture. You peer through it ever-so-often toward the barn. You consider joining Kaja, but you don’t want to leave Lukas in case he has another nightmare.
A floorboard creaks. The smell of gun oil permeates the air. Ghost sits in the chair beside you.
He asks, “what’s the story between the kids here? They got family on the outside?”
You bite your lip. “Not really.”
“What about their dad?”
“Agathi’s husband is dead.” You explain.
Ghost rests his elbows on his knees, “and the small one?”
You chose your next words carefully. “He’s alive. I tell him his dad is a soldier working hard to keep everyone safe.”
Ghost stares at you, unblinking, and his gaze is like holding a lit cigar to your skin.
“That the truth?” says Ghost gruffly.
The crickets chirp, a chorus, a symphony, lonely and desperate for connection.
“The truth would hurt everyone, ” You shrug.
“It would hurt him.” You look meaningfully over your shoulder toward Lukas’ bedroom door adjacent to your room.
Simon’s tone is commanding and harsh as nails, “tell me the truth.”
You squeeze your eyes closed. A swirl of black and purple spots spin on the canvas of your eyelids. You had hoped to avoid this conversation. But Simon has connected the dots and you played your hand too heavily when you told him you carried a guilty secret.
“Do you remember Al-Qunbar?” You ask.
He hums, “Mhm.”
It was the last place you and Ghost met. A city of dust and smoke, a marble fountain that gurgled with blood.
“I was Qadir’s mistress,” you begin, referring to the politician that governed Al-Qunbar, “that was my cover. It was not uncommon in their culture for people of power, regardless of gender, to have multiple partners or spouses. And they considered multiple children as a sign of virility and good fortune.”
You inhale slowly. This is the part of the story that is like traversing a minefield. You’ve imagined telling him, but never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d get the chance.
“Qadir had many children. But his regime was unstable. I begged him to send the children away. I groveled.” Your voice quivers and tears sting your eyes like wasps. You bite down on your lower lip and compose yourself.
“Qadir refused. He said we’d all go together in the end. He gave poison disguised as medicine to his wives, his mistresses, his personal guards…his children…his children…”
You knew those children. You cared for them. You scrub a hand over your face. Finding the courage to topple dictators or stare at the barrel of a loaded gun is easy. But looking at Simon is impossible. You focus on a spot in the dark, starry horizon. The high grass that surrounds your property sways like whispering dancers.
“I knew I couldn't’ save them all, so I chose Lukas.”
“Samira helped. She was Qadir’s midwife and served in his military as a doctor. The day Qadir was assassinated, I got Lukas out, but I couldn’t leave Al-Qunbar. Not yet. The extremists, the loyalists, the American agents. None of them could know he was alive. I need to make it seem like everyone in Qadir’s family perished in the uprising.”
The wooden chair creaks like an old ship underneath Simon’s weight.
“You were the one who torched his compound.” He says. It’s not a question. You wonder if he read the file. You wonder if anyone told him your undercover name and saw you were listed under ‘killed in action’. You wonder if Price mentioned his part in helping you escape from under the thumb of imperialism.
You nod. You burned Qadir’s house, and all the bodies within, and fled. You earned yourself a deep wound from a sniper at the town square before you reunited with Ghost’s team.
Simon scoffs, “I think you’re a bit of an arsonist, Lux.”
You recognize his attempt at humor, but you can’t summon the energy to smile. You’ve told him the background, you’ve set the stage, but you haven’t brought the main actors into the play. You haven’t revealed the truth.
Your voice scratches as it travels up your throat. “I told Qadir the baby was his, but the timing was off.”
“He’s yours, Simon.” You finish weakly and your heart capsizes inside your chest, “he’s ours.”
He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t look away. The mask hides everything from you and his eyes are guarded and cold. He will hate you. You are sure of it. He will hate you for lying, for not contacting him, for keeping Lukas.
You lift the night vision scope to your face to hide your hurt expression.
~~~~~~~~~
“Shit!” You jolt upright, blood pounds in your ears, and your eyes swivel across the black landscape. You peer through the night vision binoculars to assure you saw Kaja’s signal accurately. You’re not mistaken. She flashed her infrared twice. Trouble.
“What is it?” Ghost is beside you, alert.
“Kaja is in trouble.”
He huffs. You think there’s a question poised in his eyes, but then a burst of gunfire illuminates the darkness like white fireworks. You drop like a stone into fight-or-flight. You run into the adjoining bedroom and scoop Lukas into your arms, waking him, and he cries – startled – in your arms. There is nothing inside your head beyond the checklist of tasks you must complete for your sons’ safety.
“It’s alright, lovey. It’s just a storm.” You assure him.
You barrel down the hallway. James and Sven step into the hallway with Agathi clutching their shoulders. You swerve pass them, taking the steps hurriedly, your heartbeat thundering in your ears and drowning out the sounds of Lukas’ tears and the encroaching gunfire. You don’t bother to look behind you or check for Ghost. He doesn’t know the household protocol, but he can handle himself in a fight. You aren’t worried about him.
“If you get out of that wheelchair, I’ll kill you myself.” Samira snaps. She shoves a loaded shotgun into Soap’s hand. “Protect the little ones.”
You duck into the basement. The door is heavily fortified, and along with supplies, the back left corner equipped with an escape tunnel.
“Alright, there, there, sweet boy.” You kiss the side of Lukas’ head, “it’s going to be alright.” You bounce in him in your arms, kissing and repeating platitudes, promising him that everything will be OK. You never expected motherhood to come equipped with so many desperate lies.
Agathi opens her arms for him.
Lukas’ little fingers cling to your neck, unintentionally scratching, and he is grabbing your shirt, red-faced and screaming. You pry him off. Your heart breaks. Your mouth is dry. You swallow your tears as Agathi cradles your son to her chest and rocks him. Her steely blue eyes meet yours—fierce, red-rimmed, and determined. You share a meaningful, wordless look. You’ve always known the role you would play if shit hit the fan. Agathi and Samira are the protectors.
And you?
You’re the fucking executioner.
“Be safe.” James says, squeezing your hand once before you hurry upstairs. The second your foot hits the landing, Samira shuts the door and extinguishes her lamp. In near-darkness, Sven tosses a body armor vest toward you. You clip it hastily, grabbing equipment from the case, and affixing it to your body. You grab a few extra throwing knives and tuck them into the holster on your chest.
Ghosts’ footfalls are quick and deceptively quiet as he comes downstairs, “counted five approaching.”
“There’s likely more with Kaja.” Samira says knowingly, pinning her dark hair away from her face and scowling.
“What’s the plan?” asks Soap.
“Defend the house.” You nod toward the basement door, “this door especially. If there’s any risk of breaching, hit the switch here, and they know to get the fuck out.”
You walk confidently backwards and toward the door, “if I don’t come back—assume I’m dead and don’t come looking for me.”
You spin on your heel and slip through the partially ajar door. You knew the conflict would eventually reach your doorstep, but you wish it hadn’t happened when you had so much to lose inside. Their flashlights cut through reeds of tall grass and flicker like ghosts across the lawn. They’re shouting at each other in Noreth’s native language. You’re not fluent, but you get an idea of the instruction, and you weave through the grass. Your fingers curl around the knife’s grip.
A low hum of insects buzz around your sweaty face and tall grass whispers as you move through it. You sharpen your focus. The moon illuminates the silent battlefield in a ghastly, blue-white subdued glow. You taste salt on your lips. You cling onto the memory of Simon’s warm, deep eyes. If you died here, or fucked it up, he’d never let you hear the end of it.
You catch your breath in your lungs. You attack, swift and deadly, your knife plunging wetly into your target’s chest. You vanish into the grass, crouched low, and using the light breeze to your advantage. You move with the wind, in bleached moonlight, and you strike down his partner before the others notice. The assailants approaching the front yard were easy. They spread themselves thin, they were too jumpy, and they held their rifles awkwardly. You surmised based on their gait and posture that they were newer—likely fresh recruits.
The three approaching the back entrance wouldn’t be so simple. They move cohesively with experience. You weigh your odds. You can kill one, but the other two will engage with you. If this had been any other mission, you would divert their attention slowly, pick them off using traps and tricks. However, the sands of time are pouring through your fingers, and you’ve got people inside to protect. A man you want to talk to, a child you want to raise, a friend you need to see again.
You test the weight of the throwing knife in your palm. It’s risky. But what choice do you have? These fuckers likely have reinforcements at the barn. Kaja is in danger. You grit your jaw and find the best position among swishing grass and damp, spongy earth.
You wait for the flashlight to illuminate his partner. Your knife spins in the dark, twirling, unseen and the target exclaims a short – “Ah!” as the blade sticks into the meat of his shoulder.
It’s off-mark. You leap to the second target, spry and agile. You are a weapon of death, a herald of doom. Your knife cuts across his throat in brutal efficiency and soaks your wrist in hot blood. You pivot, tucking your arm, and use the target’s body as a meat shield as they fire several rounds at you. You count the bullets.
He spasms and jerks against you as bullets whiz by and you wait for the reload. They might be experienced, but they’re spooked enough to fire all their ammunition simultaneously. You drop the body the second you hear the resounding click of an empty chamber. You draw your silenced pistol. Your last resort. Your breath catches in your lungs.
There’s only one man in front of you. You fire your shot. It goes through your target’s throat. He gurgles wetly, painfully, before falling backward. You scan the area for the threat, the missing attacker, but suddenly something hits you in the back of the skull.
Sharp and biting pain blossoms and stars dance in front of your vision. Their forearm wraps around your throat, pinning you to their chest, the muzzle of their sidearm pistol against your temple. Your time off the field has made you sloppy. Overconfident. Careless. You mentally berate yourself and plant your feet to try and throw him off before he can pull the trigger.
A bullet rings through the darkness. A torrent of hot blood and chunks of bone splatters wetly onto your cheek and side of your head. Your target collapses into you and you roughly shoulder him away. Half of his skull is missing and his brains and blood gushes over the marshland.
You look toward the house. You can’t see Ghost’s sniper scope in the darkness, but you feel it. You feel him watching. You holster your gun. You walk away from the house and toward the barn. To Kaja. To finish your hunt.
~~~~~~~~~
Ghost watches the flashlights disappear from your window. He has every intention of providing cover fire with his sniper—if you need it. He is watching you through the scope, remembering Spain, and his cold heart pangs weakly. He isn’t sure how he feels about you. He wants to be angry for keeping secrets. But, that’s bollocks, isn’t it? You both come from special ops backgrounds, from troves of classified files, and hell—his identity has been a secret for years. You don’t even know what he looks like. The kid’s got my eyes. There’s some small part of him that carries on throughout the world and you’re the only two people who know about it.
He doesn’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to being angry. You made the right call. You kept the kid—Lukas—safe. His kid. Ghost’s throat threatens to tighten. He shoves it down. The feeling smolders inside his chest. It’s not like it matters. You’ll go your separate ways once Soap is cleared to evac. Assuming everyone lives after this evening, he thinks wryly. He adjusts his hold on his sniper and breathes deeply.
A burst of gunfire crackles in the distance. He swings his scope to the swaying reeds. One of the targets have veered off into the darkness while the other fills his dead friend with bullets. He catches brief flashes of your body, hunched, before you duck from beneath cover and stand—your form exquisite and lethal. A muted flash appears before the muzzle of your gun.
The second target appears from the darkness and grapples you. Ghost holds his breath. His finger hovers over the trigger. The pistol touches your skin. He imagines it firing. He imagines your body going inert and dropping like a sack of rocks into the strangers’ arms. His jaw clenches. He has seconds to react. The targets’ face hovers next to yours.
He fires. An explosion of blood and brain and bone spews around your head. You knock the body contemptuously away and somehow manage to meet his eyes through the rifle scope. Ghost’s heart thumps painful and hard into his ribs. You’re half-covered in someone else’s blood like the final girl in a slasher horror film. He thinks of kissing you. You turn and vanish into the darkness. He releases the breath he was holding.
Samira swings into the room, hand clutching the doorframe, “Ghost.” She says, “I need you to go to the barn.” Her tone brokers no argument. Despite that, however, he still says…
“Why?”
“Kaja’s not back yet which means she didn’t escape.”
“How’d you know?”
Samira huffs, “we have a system of triggers and alarms and codes. She hasn’t signaled the all-clear.”
“Could mean she’s dead.”
Her gaze darkens, “they do not often kill women in Noreth. They make them suffer first. Go. An order, Ghost. It’s an order.”
He dislikes taking orders from her, but Samira has your trust, and that means something. And although you claim you don’t have a hierarchy at the haven, it’s clear they look to you for leadership, and Samira is your second.
His head is still fucked from everything. But he’s thankful for the clarity of battle—of conflict and fighting—it gives him something to focus on. He follows the tracks you made through the grass. The air smells like car exhaust fumes, and gun smoke, and dark, damp earth.
“Leave her alone!” Your voice jabs into his gut like a well-placed and serrated knife. Ghost moves silently through the brush. His blood is hot and pounding in his neck.
The glaring headlamps of their truck illuminates your bruised face. Your teeth glisten wet and red. There is more blood covering you, but he can’t tell what’s yours and what isn’t. Someone has you pinned to the ground, your hands behind your back, and your legs are pinned by a second body. The man in front of you drops to a crouch and speaks lowly. Ghost doesn’t hear what he says. Your gaze hardens and your lips press into a tight line.
Your eyes move past the man speaking to you. Your gaze strikes his through the blades of swaying grass and encroaching, tall weeds. Your eyes are red-rimmed and filled with vengeful tears like the oil-painting of Lucifer.
“Bring them both in!” The man pinches your jaw roughly, his tone scathing, “You will sing like a songbird for me, little viper.”
Your jaw shifts. You spit a bloody glob of salvia into his face.
“Bitch!” He yells. He back-hands you, and you head lolls sideways into the dirt, wheezing, a fresh cut blooms on your lower lip. Rage burns through him, hot and corrosive, across every limb, every nerve, until he’s certain the dry vegetation around him is going to burst into flames. He’s never wanted to tear somebody limb-from-limb before. Not ‘till this moment.
He’s shaking. He realizes it almost distantly, like he’s not inside his body, like he’s viewing everything from a sniper’s scope but he’s without his calculated, cold ease. A voice inside his head informs him of the amount of bullets he has, the target locations, and the cover the barn could provide.
Kaja’s lilting voice appears from somewhere near the back of the truck—her words are thick with phlegm and barely distinguishable—but Ghost can tell she’s begging. He can hear it in her tone, how she sobs around the broken syllables. It’s not you who will break. It’s Kaja. Young, inexperienced Kaja. Another voice inside his head tells him he needs to silence her before she blows his cover or more importantly, your cover and the safety of Lukas. There’s only one target with Kaja and his back is to the shadows. Big mistake.
He shifts into the dark, lush undergrowth. He circles around the barn. You’re still goading the leader. He suspects you’re doing it to keep the focus away from Kaja, to take her pain, because you know she’s fragile and you’re trained to take it. He hears your brusque, insulting tone and it is nearly always followed with the sharp, biting sound of his skin striking yours. His heartrate skyrockets.
He’s shaking again. He bites his lower lip, tasting copper and salt, and it forcefully yanks him back to reality. He creeps through the darkness. He strikes. His large palm covers the target’s mouth, dragging him backward into the shadows, he snaps his neck quickly and efficiently. He drags the body into the grass and approaches the truck bed where Kaja is tied with a black canvas bag over her head.
“Please!” She’s trembling. “We’re just a little farm! We’re not rebels!”
Ghost yanks the bag over her head. She meets his gaze with glossy, frightened eyes. He motions one finger to his mouth. He doesn’t have time to cut the ropes that dig into her bony, bird-like wrists. He grabs her and pulls her from the truck. The weight is shifted and the springs beneath the back tires groan and squeak.
His blood curdles with the abrupt sound of your scream when his boots hit the grass. Every instinct in him wants to—to drop Kaja and fire every bullet into the men that circle you like hungry lions. He resists. If you’re screaming, then it’s part of the act. You wouldn’t give these slimy assholes the satisfaction. He believes that.
He drags Kaja into the darkness.
“We need to go back!” She whispers harshly when they’re several minutes away from the barn, “untie me. We need to save her.”
Ghost says nothing.
<< Part Three (Final) >>
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༺ The Blade's Edge - League of Legends Long fic - Swain x Katarina - NSFW ༻
Blade of Noxus - Prequel to The Blade's Edge
A failed assassination attempt, a proposition she couldn't refuse, a temptation he couldn't resist. How Katarina came to be employed by the Grand General of Noxus.
༺ The Blade's Edge ༻
They had a simple arrangement. She was the weapon to be used on his enemies. Things get more complicated when emotions bleed into what should simple. Now the two of them find themselves on the precipice of something that was entirely unexpected.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
༺ Swain x Katarina - NSFW ༻
Touch of the Demon - Katarina wants to see exactly what the demon can do and Swain obliges.
The Bargain - An AU - ish fic where Katarina initiates a scheme to get away from her family just before the invasion of Ionia.
A Soldier's Discipline - Katarina has failed the Grand General and she must be punished
A Soldiers Discipline II - Katarina finds herself once again in need of absolution
༺ Swain x Katarina - SFW ༻
Moments - A fluffy little drabble of a soft Swain/Kat interaction
Loneliness - Swain missing his wife
Puppy! - Just a little crack fic featuring a puppy
Naming Day - Swain wants to do something special for his wife Katarina, but finds out it is easier thought than done.
Have You Ever Wanted Something, So Badly You Cannot Breathe? - Based on the final issue of the Katarina comic on Webtoon. written from Swain's point of view.
Swain comes to Kataria's aide as Marcus attempts to destroy his vision for Noxus. But the Empire isn't the only thing Swain is worried about, and he finds himself at a loss on how to manage the sudden longing he feels for another.
༺ League of Legends NSFW ༻
What She Needs - Ahri and Vlad are both Seniors at the Academy. Vlad has something she needs, Ahri has something he wants.
༺ League of Legends SFW ༻
Home - Katarina x Lux - They discover something more in each other than t hey ever thought possible.
Inner Demons - A Swain - Sylas Lore Fusion. Prompt from Curious Cat.
Darkin Reunion - Aatrox and Varus and reunited as they both have a homecoming.
Storm - A Katarina x OC Drabble I wrote for the 150 follower giveaway.
You've Always Felt Like Home to Me - Swain x Marcus Du Couteau - Swain has a lot of feelings about his oldest friend Marcus Du Couteau that he’s not really sure how to sort out. But tonight it looks like he’ll have to figure them out at last.
Her Light - Katarina x Lux - A poem about a very happy ending for Lux and Katarina
Performance - Jhin x GN! Reader - A reader with a crush gets to experience one of Jhin’s special performances.
After the Mist - Katarina x Samira - Samira and Katarina are reunited after the black mist appears in Noxus. Set after the Ruination trailer.
Sacrificial - Aatrox x F!Reader - Reader is left in Aatrox’s path. The result will surprise them both.
It Can't Be Without You - Darius x Swain - Darius has a bittersweet musing on his feelings for Jericho at a dark moment.
It Won't Be Without You - Darius x Swain - A sequel to “It Can’t be Without You”. Darius recovers from a battle wound with Swain at his side
Alliance - Swain X Vladimir - Swain and Vlad have a tense conversation
No Turning Back - Draven X Riven - They are reunited after so long apart
Checkmate - LeBlanc x Swain - LeBlanc Has Won Their Grand Game
The Festival - Crystal Rose Swain x GN!Reader - A short little fluff piece.
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