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#Bex has some HOT takes.
wholoveseggs · 28 days
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Hi babygirl!! I’m back yet again 🤭 I’ve got a spicier one for you this time.
Okay so y/n (aka me bc why not) and Rebekah are bffs, talking like usual in her room when y/n one day asks her if she had always been with men only, maybe if she dated women she’d had found love or whatever. Bex says she’s not into women but she has experimented with them before. Elijah and Klaus are in the family room, minding their business when they hear noises. Both brothers have always have a huge ass crush on y/n, Bex knew about it, but they never told her because they didn’t know how to. Rebekah decides to take full advantage of this and fucks y/n, knowing damn well her brothers can hear how loud they are. So from the family room, they follow the noise to Bex’s room & find the two girls scissoring. They watch quietly and jack off but when Klaus moans, both girls hear and quickly turn to the door, catching both brothers redhanded. This obviously leads to a 4some. {kinks: double penetration, voyeurism, breeding, boob play (lots btwn the girls), praise, degradation, choking, and ofc scissoring for the girls}
Ménage à Quatre
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18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}
Just a quick little ménage à quatre with Rebekah & the boys...
♡♡ Thanks for the request sweet Aurora! This was so much fun to write & also a bit of a challenge (lots of moving parts haha) ♡♡
5.3k words - Warnings: pure smut, foursome, NO INCEST, girl on girl, fingering, handjobs, oral sex, scissoring, double penetration, voyeurism, choking, lots of praise and a sprinkling of degradation, my Elijah favoritism shining through, Klaus and Elijah being a little rough, Rebekah likes to watch...
PS: This is unofficially extra-extra-extra-extraordinary ~lol
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Rebekah's room was always your favorite place in the Mikaelson compound. It was feminine and elegant, and had beautiful pieces of furniture. Whenever you would go to your best friend's bedroom, you couldn't help but admire the view; and the woman.
She was beautiful with her long blonde hair and stunning features, not to mention that gorgeous accent of hers. You had always harbored a bit of a crush, but kept it to yourself, afraid to ruin the friendship.
As always, you were both sitting on her bed, legs crossed and telling each other the latest gossip. And today, you found yourself telling Rebekah about a recent fling and hook-up.
Rebekah was listening intently as she rummaged through her closet, tossing you some clothes she wanted you to try. You always felt a little shy getting undressed in front of her but you got more comfortable over time.
You pulled on a vintage pleated mini skirt from the early 2000s, it didn't even cover your buttcheeks. 
You gave Rebekah a spin while giggling, "How do I look?"
She laughs, her eyes gazing over your body appreciatively. "Sexy, as always."
You blush under her gaze and pull off your top, rummaging through the pile of clothes to find a new shirt.
"Try this on," Rebekah suggests, holding up a lacy red push up bra.
"Sure," you reply with a shrug, taking off your own plain white one and throwing it across the room.
As you put on the new bra, Rebekah took the opportunity to admire your half naked figure. You bite your lip, feeling the tension building in the room.
You sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, her eyes followed you closely. Your skin felt hot under her gaze and your heart beat faster in your chest.
"I have a question for you, love," she says softly, looking down at her fingernails casually, acting as if nothing happened.
"What is it?"
"Elijah and Klaus are both quite taken with you. I've heard them talk about you before," Rebekah replies. Her voice is low and her eyes dark, she looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes. "Did you know that?"
"Really? I don't know…" You can't stop your eyes from widening in surprise. "But they've never said anything to me…”
"Is it so hard to believe they are attracted to you? You're beautiful. Sexy. Any man would be lucky to have you."
Your entire body feels hot under her gaze and you're unable to form a sentence. But to your luck, you don't have to answer her as she speaks again.
"Or maybe," she drawls, slowly starting to crawl towards you on the bed. "You're into women."
You gulp, paralyzed by her hypnotizing gaze. Before you can think of anything witty to say, you're pinned against her pillows, soft fabric squished under your back.
She pushes her knee between your legs, straddling you in the process. You gasp at her boldness, lust taking over your mind. She leans closer, so close that her lips are almost brushing against yours.
"So which one would you choose?" she asks softly, her breath ghosting over your face.
"Choose?" You repeat breathily.
"My brothers. Which one?" she clarifies, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I-I" You stop to clear your throat, trying to swallow down the sudden nerves. "Probably Elijah, he seems more gentle than Klaus," you mumble.
Rebekah chuckles, enjoying the effect she is having on you. "He would be thrilled to hear you say that. But," she stops, bringing her lips next to your ear. "I was hoping you'd choose me," she whispers.
It takes everything in your body not to moan when her soft lips move over the sensitive skin on your neck.
Her hands slide up your body before cupping your breasts through the lacy bra. She kneads your flesh firmly before pulling the cups down. Your breasts spill out, nipples pebbling under her ravenous stare.
"I didn't realize it was an option," you breathe.
Rebekah grins at you, eyes flashing dangerously before dipping her head.
"It's always been an option," she husks.
Her attention shifts to your exposed tits, nipples pink and puffy from her touch. She gives them a little smack, knocking the breath out of you.
Her actions instantly cause a throbbing between your thighs as you subconsciously try to close them.
Without warning, she leans down and swipes her tongue along one nipple. Her saliva leaves a cool coating over your skin as she works her way across your chest to give the same treatment to your other tit.
She hums softly against your skin before she bites down lightly, causing your body to arch up towards her, a breathy sigh leaving your lips.
You close your eyes, savoring the sensation of her touch. You want to touch her too, feel her soft skin beneath your fingertips, hear her delicate moans in your ear.
Your hands slowly slide up her thighs, teasing the exposed skin. She doesn't stop you as your hands travel higher and higher, crawling up the slope of her stomach.
She takes your wrists and guides your arms over your head, pinning them against the headboard with one hand, biting her lip in concentration. Her stare is intense, dark and arousing, lust and hunger burning brightly in her eyes.
"Not so fast," she murmurs, kissing the side of your mouth, then quickly withdrawing. "This is all about you,”
Her free hand dips underneath your skirt, reaching the damp fabric of your panties, and pushes it aside. She grins as her finger runs up and down your slit, teasing and prodding your entrance, you let out a soft moan, arching into her touch.
Her lips attach to the skin on your neck, suckling at the tender flesh. She grazes her teeth across the fluttering pulse point, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.
You tried to stifle your moans, suddenly becoming aware of your surroundings. There was a possibility others in the house could also hear you. Klaus and Elijah were only just downstairs, and with their vampire hearing they could definitely pick up on your moans, even through the closed door. And that thought, of them listening in on you and Rebekah having sex, turned you on even more.
Rebekah grinned, as if she was reading your mind. She removed her hand from between your legs and moved back a little on the bed, grabbing your skirt and pulling it off before pulling off her down clothes. You feel the cold air hit your now bare pussy as she tosses her garments onto the floor.
"Come here," she said softly, grabbing your hips and pulling you under her.
She pressed her chest to yours, the soft skin of her breasts brushing against your own. Your nipples brushed against hers and you both moaned softly. The two of you gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before capturing her lips.
Her tongue pushed in roughly, exploring every inch of your mouth. You reciprocated eagerly, humming against her lips and gripping her waist to pull her closer.
Rebekah slides her hand down your body and between your legs, and begins to slowly stroke your clit. You arch your back, moaning loudly. She chuckles and slowly pushes a finger inside of you, then another.
She thrusts her fingers in and out of your dripping cunt, curling them in just the right way to make you squirm.
"You're so wet, darling," she coos, licking her lips. "Tell me what you want."
"More…"
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Elijah was sitting in the courtyard, book in his lap, enjoying one of the rare moments he had to himself. Klaus was sketching something, and the silence was comfortable.
But their moment of peace was interrupted by the sounds of giggling coming from upstairs.
"Sounds like someone is having a good time," the hybrid muttered.
"Yes, I suppose so," Elijah agreed, trying not to listen to the noises.
They are both a little jealous of Rebekah's bond with you, she seemed to have a connection with you that they couldn't achieve. And while they were both aware that the two of you were just friends, sometimes it was hard not to feel left out.
"Maybe we should go see what's going on," Klaus suggested, glancing at his brother.
"No, leave them be, they are probably just trying on clothes again," Elijah replied, trying to focus on his book. He wasn't actually sure what the girls were up to, but he didn't want to disturb them.
Suddenly there's a loud moan, followed by a giggle, and the brothers are unable to ignore it anymore.
They both looked at eachother then got up, heading for the stairs. They could hear the girls whispering and laughing, the sounds getting louder as they reached the door.
Klaus stopped Elijah before he walked in, pressing his index finger to his lips and listening.
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You were flushed and trembling, Rebekah between your legs, teasing your pussy with her tongue.
"Fuck," you gasp, grabbing her hair and pulling her closer.
Rebekah loved this, having you at her mercy. You were so hot and responsive, and she couldn't get enough. She could hear her brothers downstairs, questioning what the two of you were doing and she decided to put on a show. 
Torture them a little.
Your breathing grew faster as you bucked your hips, riding her face as she kept sucking your clit, your pleasure climbing higher and higher, the tension building in your core.
"Bekah, I'm gonna-"
She pulled back and looked up at you, her smirk the most mischievous you've ever seen.
"Don't come yet, beautiful," she coaxed you, grinning wickedly. "I have one more thing to show you,"
She grins and leans forward, her breasts pressed against yours, she gently positions one of your legs over hers, pulling your bodies flush against each other. She kisses you softly, her hands tangling in your hair, pulling a little before breaking the kiss.
She takes her hands and intertwines them with yours as she starts moving her hips slowly, gently sliding her wet pussy against yours. You gasp at the feeling and move your hips, trying to match her rhythm.
Your eyes close and your head falls back. Rebekah looks down at you, smiling proudly at the effect she has on you.
"Just like that," she whispers. "Feel me move against you..."
You looked down at the sight of your pussies grinding together, and groaned, biting your lip. It was so erotic, and you can't get enough. The way her clit brushes against yours, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
The bed creaked beneath you as you moved faster, trying to chase the high that's just out of reach. It was too much, the pleasure building deep within your belly, your muscles clenching tight. Just when you are about to reach your peak you hear a noise coming from the hallway and you freeze.
Both of you look towards the door, waiting for it to open, and sure enough, the knob turns, revealing the intruders. Klaus and Elijah, of course.
"Looks like we have company, love," Rebekah teased, continuing to grind on you.
They both looked a little caught, as if they didn't expect the door to be unlocked. They stepped in sheepishly, the both of them looking over the two of you, their eyes darkening.
"Hello brothers, it seems we have a new toy to play with," Rebekah stated, eyeing them intensely, her smile full of mischief. "Would you like that darling? To be shared between the three of us?"
You let out a soft moan as Rebekah moves her body in a particular way that has your eyes rolling back into your head. When you speak, you almost sound like you are begging, desperate for their touch.
"Yes," you breathe.
You watched Elijah and Klaus eagerly undress, their eyes still lingering on the two of you, hunger evident in their gaze.
"Look at how you're blushing," Klaus teases, chuckling and moving closer to the bed.
"Such a pretty little thing," Elijah agreed, his lips turning up in a knowing smile.
Rebekah continued to move her hips against yours. "I know," she moaned, running a hand through your hair. "You really are beautiful."
You moan louder as Klaus begins running his hands over your exposed body. Elijah soon joins him, moving to your other side, fingers tracing the outline of your lips. He pushes the tips of his fingers into your mouth and you immediately suck them, eyes fluttering shut. You moan around his fingers, pulling them deeper inside.
Rebekah groans, watching you swirl your tongue around his skin, the wetness gathering between your thighs growing, and you whine, rutting against her to create some friction.
"How desperate," Rebekah smirked, slowing down her movements so that the friction isn't enough to satisfy you.
Elijah removes his fingers and moves to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth, hungrily tasting you. Klaus touches your breasts, squeezing and playing with your sensitive nipples. You moan into the kiss, arching your back to rub your skin against his calloused fingers.
You are trapped between the three of them, completely at the mercy of their hands and mouths and you’d never been more turned on.
"I want to see her cum," Klaus murmurs, nipping your earlobe, making you shudder.
Rebekah increases the pace, grinding her clit into yours over and over. You mewl in pleasure, bucking your hips, begging for more. You look up and notice that Elijah has already started stroking his cock, his eyes fixed on you.
"I bet her pussy feels incredible, don't you think?" Klaus asks Elijah huskily, pinching your nipple between two fingers and pulling on it.
You yelp from the overload of sensations, your whole body convulsing. You can't hear what Elijah says because Rebekah reaches between your legs and circles her index finger around your swollen clit, pushing you over the edge.
Your pussy contracts, clamping down around nothing, convulsing against Rebekah's thumb. She sucks in a ragged breath, her hips spasming and rocking back and forth, your hips moving together. Your clit brushes against hers and you let out an embarrassing noise of surprise, coming at the same time as her.
Rebekah collapsed, sweaty and shaking. She buried her face in your neck, mumbling your name over and over, her body still pulsating with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She pulls back, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. She smiles down at you and leans in for another kiss, this time it's slow and gentle, filled with affection.
"You look so beautiful when you come," she whispers against your lips, pressing another soft peck on the side of your mouth. "I think I'll let my brothers have a turn with you now," she gently nips at your skin, tickling you, making you giggle.
Then she moves from the bed and sits on the armchair across the room, watching with dark eyes. Her legs spread as she watches the show, hand finding her clit and rubbing it slowly.
Elijah guides you to lay on your side facing him, while Klaus presses himself to your back, their strong hands gliding along your curves. Elijah wastes no time and leans down to kiss you, pulling your tongue between his lips and sucking it.
Klaus bites down on the skin of your neck, leaving hickeys along the area from your collarbone to the junction of your neck.
Their hands wander over your curves. Elijah's hand cups your breasts, toying with the hard peaks. "Such a pretty little slut." His voice is low, and he smirks at the way your body reacts to his words.
You can feel Klaus' hard member pressing against your back, along with Elijah's length pressed against your front.
You palm Elijah's cock through his boxers, stroking him in slow strokes, loving the way he feels and smells. His dark eyes watch you with adoration as he gives a gentle thrust into your hand.
"Do you like that?" You ask, your voice soft as you continue to pump him, occasionally bringing your hand higher up his shaft and teasing his sensitive head.
He nods eagerly, his fingers tangling into your hair, pressing his hips into you with more urgency. You can feel the veins on his cock pulsate under your touch as his breathing becomes erratic and shallow.
Klaus turns you so you are lying on your back between them, your free hand reaching for his cock, mimicking what you are doing to Elijah.
The feeling of having their cocks in your hands at the same time drives you crazy, you love being surrounded by them. They start kissing your neck and shoulder blades, leaving little marks of their own. You feel them getting harder and harder as they rut into your hands.
The heat between the three of you begins to rise, moans, gasps and whispered praises filling the air. They tease your breasts, letting their fingers and lips roam your body, softly caressing your nipples.
Rebekah groans at the sight and starts rubbing her clit faster, her breath catching as she watches you from across the room. You turn your head slightly, your eyes meeting hers, and you bite your lip, your hand speeding up, stroking them faster.
Elijah's hand wanders lower, touching your inner thigh and his mouth is pressing lightly on your neck and jaw.
"Fuck, just like that darling," he breathes, slowly circling your clit with the pad of his finger, pulling a small gasp from your lips, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.
"You like that?" Klaus whispers into your ear, biting on your lobe as he does.
You look towards him and lean over, capturing his lips and teasing him with your tongue, keeping up the movements of your hands on their cocks. He takes control easily, taking charge and deepening the kiss.
"Why don't you come sit on my lap," Klaus murmurs against your lips, brushing back the strands of hair away from your face, smiling down at you with affection.
You let go of them and let yourself be maneuvered so that you were straddling him, the tip of his thick shaft pressing against your entrance, teasing your soaked pussy.
Before you can slide onto his cock, his thumb brushes against your slit and gently taps your swollen clit, causing bolts of pleasure to pass through you, you suck in a gasp and start riding his finger, feeling tiny pleasure sparks shooting through your body.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, and he grabs your hips roughly pushing you down onto his cock, causing you to moan as the pleasure of being filled so deep hits you. You lift your hips and his cock slides out a little bit, before you push yourself back down on him. You move slowly, adjusting to his large size. The way your muscles tighten around him makes him groan in pleasure.
Klaus smiled wickedly, his hand coming down to smack your ass, making you yelp and fall forward, burying your head into the crook of his neck.
Rebekah rubbed her clit as she watched you bounce on Klaus' cock, her chest heaving and a desperate expression on her beautiful features.
"Ride him properly now, he's not a particularly patient man," she teased.
Klaus chuckled and smacked you again, harder this time, his other hand wrapping around your throat. You positioned your legs on either side of his and started really moving. Rolling your hips, clenching, using his thighs to your advantage. Each time you pushed yourself down you clenched hard, dragging a long low groan from his parted lips.
"Such a perfect little whore," Klaus grunted as you picked up your pace. His grip tightened around your neck and his other hand squeezed your breasts, twisting your nipples roughly. Your rhythm grew messy, your hips moving in earnest, searching for friction.
Rebekah couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene, watching you fall apart in Klaus' lap had her chasing her high too.
Elijah gazed fondly at the two of you, moving behind you and licking along your back, grabbing your cheeks in his large hands and massaging them before smacking them harshly. You whined loudly, gripping Klaus' forearms tightly, both men chuckled at your responses.
Klaus slowed your movements as Elijah pressed his chest against your back, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, his muscular arms wrapping around you. He wrapped one hand around your body and traced small circles across your clit. You gasped and ground against him, desperate for more friction, he ignored your frantic pleading, holding your trembling thighs steady, growling commands in your ear telling you to settle down.
Elijah's hands moved over your hips then between your ass cheeks and slowly circled the edges of your tight hole.
"Have you ever had two men take you at once?" he purred, your blush deepened, and you shook your head.
"Well then we have so much to teach you," Rebekah cheered, spreading her legs further apart.
Elijah leaned back and spread your cheeks further, teasing the hole and coaxing a litany of pleads from your pretty mouth. Your hole was tight and sensitive, only the tip of Elijah's middle finger slowly inserted inside, pushing against your walls to the first knuckle. Klaus's hand tightened around your throat, his eyes glued to your face. Elijah applied more pressure, before he began to move his finger slowly in and out of your ass.
"Shit, Elijah," you groaned, the sensation making you squeeze around Klaus' cock.
With Klaus's grip on you, there was very little range of movement and Elijah smirked at your efforts, removing his finger altogether for a moment.
You weren't sure if you were relieved or frustrated by this.
You let out a shaky gasp as his fingers circled the tense ring of muscle once again, your nails digging into Klaus's shoulders harder when you felt a second finger at your entrance, the slight burn adding to the never-ending list of sensations flooding your mind.
"Relax, sweetheart, take a deep breath." Elijah said softly, kissing the side of your neck and letting his breath fan over the sensitive skin.
You couldn't stop yourself from trembling as Klaus and Elijah shared a chuckle at your eagerness.
"Do you like the thought of having two cocks inside you?" Klaus said, letting go of your throat and twining his fingers into your hair instead. "Of being stuffed full, stretched to your limit, our little whore?”
You could practically feel Rebekah rolling her eyes and grinning.
"Aren't you glad you indulged Rebekah now." Klaus pressed his mouth to your cheekbone, nuzzling the skin until your eyelashes fluttered. "Can't get enough, can you love? So greedy."
"Y-yes," you stutter, feeling Elijah's cock brush against your hole.
Rebekah made a pleased noise at your shaky answer, but didn't make any indication to interrupt, instead just slowly circling her clit, watching with rapt attention.
"Tell them what you want, darling," Rebekah asked quietly.
You turned and stared into her blue eyes and Rebekah breathed out heavily at your desperate gaze. "I want you to put both your cocks in me, I...want to be stuffed full, please," you rambled breathily, shutting your eyes and gasping out when your reward for those begging words was Elijah slowly easing his cock into your ass.
Your back arched slightly and you let out a loud moan, Elijah wrapped an arm around you, the other on your hip, gently urging you to move.
"Good girl, I'll go slow." Elijah's voice sent a shiver of want through you as he continued pressing in more of his thick length with an agonizing pace that left you begging and gasping.
"If only Elijah could see your pretty little face." Klaus chuckled, slowly thrusting up as his brother eventually bottomed out with a low groan, slowly shifting inside you so as not to hurt you.
After a moment, Elijah guided you with small rocks of his hips, kissing your neck and running his hand through your hair and cupping your chin. You sigh into a kiss, and with a few slow experimental pumps of his hips, the painful stretching turned into waves of pleasure.
"Oh, she likes it," Klaus laughed deeply, using his hands to roll your hips into Elijah's, guiding your hips with the upthrusts of his own.
You were completely overwhelmed as you let Klaus guide your hips. You moaned softly with each movement from either side. You had never been filled so deep. You could feel your climax rapidly approaching and all at once you wanted nothing more than both their cum buried deep inside of you.
The two of them used their combined strengths to pound you at a faster, harsher pace.
"S - shit. Fuck." Your hands started roaming your own body; touching every part of you they couldn't while on the search for release, you pinched your nipples and Klaus dipped his fingers to your clit, furiously strumming the bud in rough circles.
All three of them watched you squirming in pure ecstasy and grunting as their pleasure crashed. The heat was growing intense, leaving you weak and desperate. They didn't stop as your walls began to tighten, continuing at their hurried pace until you finally fell over the edge, taking them with you.
For a moment, everything went hazy as they filled you with their cum, their moans echoed in the room and they caught your shaking body, murmuring praise and reassurances until you regained your ability to think.
Elijah pulled out of you and Klaus caressed your thighs with his hands, his thumb rubbing circles across your skin. He kisses you gently on your forehead and moves you off his lap, laying you down on the bed.
Rebekah laid down beside you, kissing your cheeks and making you giggle. She looked gorgeous, gently biting at her lip as she admired your blissed out expression. You wanted to make her feel good, since she'd been so left out in this adventure.
You pushed her gently on to her back, kissing her neck and lips. You move down her body, licking and biting and tugging. She threads her fingers into your hair and you shuffle between her legs, sucking on her nipples and swirling them with the tip of your tongue. She moans and bucks her hips.
"Thank you for being so patient Becca," you smirk and wink, sending a flush of color rushing through her pretty face.
Using both of your hands, you raise her left thigh higher onto your shoulder as you lick between her soft pussy lips. You glance back towards Rebekah's brothers, expecting one of them to take advantage of your inviting posture.
Elijah steps forwards and bends over you, kissing your ass cheeks before easing his cock into your pussy, moving with slow, lazy thrusts. His hands roam your ass, murmuring praise and making you blush.
Rebekah groans softly, and that is all the encouragement you need to start focusing your attention on her clit, slurping messily, loving the sounds you are pulling from her. You ease two fingers into her heat, curling your fingers as you thrust and swirl them inside her, drawing out more and more of the erotic symphony she makes.
You can tell she is close by the way her legs are trembling. You pull your mouth away from her core to let out a sharp cry as Elijah picks up the speed. You quickly re-attach your mouth to her pussy and fuck her fast and hard with your fingers. The rapid pressure of your fingers against her g-spot has Rebekah grabbing at your hair and trying to hold your mouth firmly to her clit as she falls apart, squeezing your head with her thighs.
She pulls you back by the hair and lets out a contented sigh, softly moaning as your fingers continue moving deep inside her.
Rebekah giggled at the look on your face, watching you being slowly fucked by Elijah, she could tell you were desperate for more.
"You love to torture her, don't you Elijah," Rebekah hissed, feeling the soft bites your teeth delivered to her tender skin. "You want her to beg for more, don't you?"
"She can hardly beg with your thighs clamped around her head," Elijah chuckled.
You moaned as Elijah's hand tangled into your hair, pulling you up so your face was pulled away from Rebekah's pussy, her wetness covered your lips and chin.
Klaus was watching the scene, stroking himself, smirking as you gasped when Elijah took complete control.
"You are ours," Elijah growled, nipping at your neck. "And we are going to show you just how much we love having our little play thing around."
His lips traced along your pulse-point before nipping his teeth across your flesh, leaving red and purplish bite marks as he went.
Klaus and Rebekah moved closer, both of them sitting up on their knees in front of you. You reached out to Rebekah, your fingers moving back between her legs. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching in her throat. Your fingers found her clit and gently circled it.
Her hips jerked towards your hand as you continued to grind your ass back on Elijah's cock.
You took Klaus in your other hand and stroked his length, the four of you moving in sync, your hands, lips, hips and tongue working in tandem to tease and pleasure them.
There were so many different sensations and you were trembling from the intensity of it all. You had no control over anything, and yet you had complete power over the sensations they were all receiving. 
It was filthy, scandalous, but it felt so good.
Elijah sank his cock deeper into you and his mouth trailed kisses along the back of your neck. Klaus, Rebekah and you were panting and moaning, each of you edging closer to climax.
Rebekah came first, she threw her head back and moaned loudly, her body tensed, her muscles clenching around your fingers. You watched as she rode your hand, her cunt pulsing and you moaned with delight as her thighs tightened.
Klaus was next, and he grunted as he came, spilling into your hand. His eyes were glazed over and he grinned lazily.
Elijah picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and harder as he approached his own climax. "Going to fill your delicious little pussy up," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening.
He buried his cock inside you and came, causing you to buck and whimper. You felt his release fill you and you couldn't help but groan.
"Such a pretty little thing, so good for us," Klaus whispered as he stroked your hair. Watching your eyebrows arch as you came on Elijah's cock. Rebekah cooed in the background, smiling with pride.
All thoughts evaporated as the sweet tension took over and you let go, moaning long and low as your climax hit.
Elijah pulled out of you, letting you fall forward into Klaus' arms. Elijah smacked your ass, loving the way the light burn added to your fading high.
You giggled softly as Klaus laid you down on top of him, while Elijah and Rebekah snuggled up on either side of you.
All thoughts dissolved with the warm afterglow, and the loving caresses on your heated skin. You buried your face into Klaus's chest, Rebekah massaging your scalp, Elijah gently rubbing circles across your lower back.
"I think she's the best one yet," Rebekah yawned, her cheeks still red.
"Definitely," Klaus replied, closing his eyes.
Elijah murmured softly in agreement, breathing deeply through his nose. The brothers were quickly fading to sleep.
"You guys do this often?" You chuckled, listening to their hearts thump as they calmed down.
"Only occasionally," Elijah admitted sleepily, kissing the top of your head. "For special occasions with special people,"
You smiled contently, pleased with yourself and the three immortals surrounding you.
"So are you saying I'm special?" You teased, giggling at their groans.
"Yes darling, extraordinarily so," Rebekah sighed happily, nuzzling into your shoulder. "Please, don't leave."
"Ever." Klaus and Elijah grumbled.
"Never ever." You sighed contently, drifting off to sleep in the warm embrace of three, perfect lovers.
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Currently reading through the spiderpool blog and just finished the civil war era. That alternate timeline where Pete is an assassin, of course we know Ben is alive but what happens to that version Ben and May? I wonder if they know what he is doing and if they are still even apart of his life.
oh, anon. anon... it's a sad little tale,, it's a sad little story. i do imagine that this specific peter parker pursues his career of fame and fortune, and becomes vain and horrible. a real "talk to my agent!" kind of asshole.
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and initially, he still cares for uncle ben and aunt may. they're the only two people in the world who loved him properly. but... but. fame goes to his head. the old cliché. he's making bank, and – there's less urgency for him to stay to support aunt may because uncle ben's still around, so, peter kind of goes his own way. very quickly he can afford his own apartment by doing tv deals and very quickly he's signed on for a movie deal. he is hot shit.
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of course all of that fame and being so busy and being so secretive and spider-man's identity still being a secret to the public and to ben and may means that he ultimately grows distant from may and ben. he skips school to pursue fame, doesn't think he needs it. and i mean, the guy hates high school. it's a living hell for him. he's given an out - of course he'll take it. he doesn't graduate high school. doesn't get a college education. doesn't tell uncle ben and aunt may because obviously they wouldn't endorse him dropping out of school.
they wouldn't get it. they wouldn't understand. he becomes a mystery to them. they don't know where he goes, what's going on with him. he's barely home and then he, so very quietly, moves out with all the money he's made.
fame is fickle, though, and - spider-man doesn't capture peoples hearts for the long-term. spider-man doesn't inspire heroism in this world. he doesn't waste his effort on selfless deeds. he doesn't become a heroic figure. hence why wade doesn't join weapon x.
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the spider-man of this turn of events doesn't amount to more than a quick cash-grab, and the people are over him so quickly. people who worked with him realise he's kind of a jerk, and isn't even pulling in money anymore. spider-man becomes a has-been before he even reaches his twenties.
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so, this spider-man lives alone - can't face uncle ben and aunt may because he's quickly realising that yeah. he made the wrong choice. he dug his grave, and he has to lay in it. he's a drop-out, and he feels like peter parker is entirely worthless. he can barely look at himself in the mirror. at least as spider-man he has some power. some reputation. something. peter parker? peter parker disappeared off the face of the planet some years ago, and nobody knows who or where he is. peter parker is dead and neglected. there's no future for peter parker. so he builds a life with the skills that he has, as spider-man. he does what he's good at. becomes hired muscle. becomes hired muscle for anyone that can pay his rates. those are usually bad guys.
he falls deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole. and the further he falls, the harder it is for him to conceive he could ever come back to uncle ben and aunt may and have them welcome and accept him, with all the mistakes he's made.
unfortunately, in this particular timeline - as bex and i'd plotted it out for the alt!verse fic where wade winds up trapped with this sad, isolated peter parker - it still takes uncle ben dying to destroy peter's barricades and have him finally reach out to aunt may, in his way. first distantly offering her financial support before he, after months, eventually gains the courage to face her. and she can see the scars on his face.
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i think it kind of universally takes uncle ben dying for peter to learn "great power great responsibility" - not as peter interprets or misinterprets it, but... the loss of uncle ben meaning peter recognising he has a responsibility to the people around him. he can't disappear from it. he can't isolate himself from it. when uncle ben passes, he finds out he has a responsibility to aunt may. that's kind of the whole thing, that's what great responsibility is. him filling uncle ben's shoes.
i think that's something i'm obsessed with - that peter knows that the loss of uncle ben means he needs to step up and fill ben's shoes, but he's still not entirely sure what it means. what he has to do to be able to fill that void that's left empty by ben's absence. what ben meant. what manhood means.
great responsibility is about manhood, and looking after the people you love. it's not - it's not about what you owe the world.
i think peter unfortunately has to learn that lesson the hard way, every time.
but, eventually, at some point, peter comes home.
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real-jane · 2 years
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everything, everything
[steve rogers x female reader]
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summary: steve and his partner are undercover on assignment, hiding out as husband and wife. the line between reality and fiction is too thin, and steve can't take much more.
warnings: steve is v dumb, pining/longing/etc, smut, canon level violence, smut, and also some smut is in it.
a/n: thank you to @sanguineterrain for the original prompt: "How about a Steve x reader who have to go undercover as a married couple and oh NO, they're pining for each other and don't know it! Whatever shall they do?! 😳😏"
enjoy!
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He’s too stunned to move when the doorbell rings, so she slips between Steve and the counter with pink-stung lips and hastens to answer it. All the air in the room rushes out with her.
She’s not supposed to kiss me when nobody is around to see her do it.
Three weeks. It’s only been three agonizing weeks. When did the fiction bleed into reality? When did his hands start aching to reach for her? 
‘You get along so well already,’ Bucky had said, ‘it will be nice to be undercover with someone who doesn’t get on your nerves.’ Except… Steve has never had less clarity in his entire life, especially not now, after she kissed the daylights out of him.
The smoke detector is his only saving grace. The pancakes he got up early to make for breakfast are charred beyond recognition, and he throws open the window to let out the smoke… and whatever hot air is keeping his brain from actually processing.
“Everything okay, baby?” she calls from the front room. Steve clenches his jaw.
“Wouldn’t you know it–I burned breakfast,” he replies, in as chipper a tone as he can manage.
“That’s why my husband doesn’t go anywhere near the kitchen. I’m surprised you let him try, Betsy.” Ugh. Sharon. Her husband is on a permanent business trip to live with his other family, a fact that SHIELD had uncovered in the process of vetting the neighborhood. Wayne Carter is also a very good cook. Sharon Carter puts on a haughty face for a woman who hasn’t seen her husband in nine months. Betsy… the alias his partner wears like the Southern Belle she most certainly isn't… she hates Sharon, but she’s a good actress.
“Oh, Steve’s a wonderful cook! But I was distracting him.” 
His ‘wife’s’ little giggle is enough to make Steve snap the spatula in half. He stares at the bisected plastic in shock.
“Bex, what do you say I take you out for breakfast?” Steve rubs his jaw and gives up on the pan, which is entirely unsalvageable. “Mimosas and crepes, yeah?”
“Steven Rogers, you’re gonna spoil me rotten.”
“Impossible.” 
Steve can’t stop the panic rising in his chest. It isn’t supposed to be like this. She’s a fantastic agent, and that’s all. God–he wants to kiss her until she can’t pretend anymore. He needs to have the upper hand, to retain just one ounce of professionalism as Captain fucking America. People know who he is. He’s on assignment. They aren’t married for real. 
And yet.
Realization washes over him and he leans against the counter in despair. 
Every evening, when she bids him ‘goodnight’, he hopes that she skips past the first bedroom and finds her way to his. Cooking for her? His favorite part of every day. He’s googled so many recipes that the app suggests fancy breakfast food. He wears that one blue shirt as often as he can because she smiled the first time he did.
Coming ‘home’ is his only source of comfort, because she is always standing on the porch… waiting. Sometimes a neighbor is talking with her; she’s so kind that it has been easy ingratiating themselves into the neighborhood. Nine times out of ten, she’s got a glass of lemonade in hand, slick with condensation, waiting for him. It’s the weekends that are most torturous, when he has no reason to be out of her presence. Like this particular Saturday morning.
It’s very easy to forget why they’re there. They’re so close to uncovering the ring–she fills him in on the dirt she’s dug up while playing cards, or gardening, or just gossiping with the ladies each day. The women on this street tell her things that he’s struggled to weasel out of hardened criminals. Steve is fairly certain he’s going to burst into flames before they succeed in this assignment. He’s ashamed of himself. She doesn’t deserve some sicko fixating on her, especially not her partner. He’s a public figure, for Christ’s sake! He’s better than this.
Her hand presses against the small of his back. Steve starts and wheels on her. She bites back a smile at the sight of him, and raises a hand to his cheek. 
“You look like you’ve been sweeping the chimney,” she laughs.
He steps away, out of her grasp. “I’ll just get cleaned up, if you wanna go.”
“Oh. You really wanna go out for breakfast?” The surprise in her voice stabs him square in the chest.
“Why not?” he shrugs. “I destroyed the good pan anyway.”
“Are you okay?”
No. Absolutely not, under no circumstances. “What did Sharon want?” He still hasn’t looked her in the eye.
“She went through Zemo’s garbage,” she says, as if she’s impressed by Sharon’s gall. “She found like twenty packs of cold medicine.”
His head snaps up. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. She’s got the bags in her garage, she texted me a picture, too. Look.” She holds up her cell phone and sure enough, a black trash bag filled with boxes of off-brand medicine fills the screen. “This is what we’ve been waiting for, Steve.”
“Oh my god…” he can’t help but laugh in astonishment. “This is reason enough for a warrant.”
“I already sent Fury the photo. Can you believe it?”
He wants so badly to pull her into his arms and hold on for dear life. Because if they’ve truly uncovered the lynch pin of the whole organization, then their days playing house are numbered. Worse than loving her is the thought of no longer getting to pretend, and hang all his hopes on precious public displays of affection. You two look so in love, one of the neighbors had said during their welcome block party. Steve had his arm wrapped around her shoulders then, because being the facsimile of a married couple was still too new to know how to comfortably interact in a way that seemed real. She lets herself be kissed by him with a sweet smile on her face, now. Her fingers always entwine with his, especially when they’re over at someone else’s house. 
For one brief second, Steve considers how easy it would be to steal the bags from Sharon’s garage and destroy the evidence… but what would his partner think of him if she found out what he had done? Maybe that was the best way to push away these embarrassing feelings–push her away. Make them strangers, again.
“Steve–hey!” She snaps in front of his face. “What’s wrong with you?”
He shakes his head, but the heat which floods his cheeks is mortifying. “I slept weird. Not fully awake yet.”
She frowns. “Why don’t you go lay down? I’ll order breakfast in, and we can wait for Fury’s directive.”
“I don’t need to lay down,” he says quickly. “I’m fine.”
“You keep zoning out–”
“I said I’m fine, so I’m fine.”
“...why are you being like this?” She crosses her arms, leaning against the counter. “You’re pissy.”
“Can you just leave it alone?” he sighs.
“We’re in deep cover and you want me to ignore it? I’m gonna nag you until you communicate, Rogers–”
“You’re not entitled to every little thought in my head, alright?” Steve throws his hands up in the air. “This is a sham marriage, remember? Stop pushing me and accept that I don’t want to talk, I’m fine.”
She opens her mouth to press the matter, but thinks better of it. She looks away and nods, but she breathes in raggedly. “Well fuck me, I guess. Fuck my feelings. Crepes?” 
Steve’s heart plummets through the tile floor as she turns away to leave the kitchen. He lunges before he can stop himself and grasps her wrist, staying her exit. Words clog his throat. She waits with one eyebrow raised, but when he can’t make the apology come, she rips her hand from his. Steve is left with the horrible feeling that he has ruined everything good between them… the real rapport they’ve built sharing an assignment, and the fake one which allows her to touch him freely where anyone can see.
And kiss him where they can’t.
He waits for her on the front porch in blue, having scrubbed the pancake ash from his face. She emerges from the house in a sundress. The light pink one which always robs him of sanity. For a moment her face is stony, but then her expression lightens to exuberance and she waves–beyond Steve, to the passing neighbor on the sidewalk.
“Hi Joe!”
“Hiya, Rogerses! Where ya off to on this fine morning?” The old man braces himself on their little gate.
Five soft fingers curl around Steve’s elbow and he remembers that he’s supposed to be helplessly in love with this woman. Well… no acting required, he thinks with a wince. He covers her hand with his.
“Somebody destroyed breakfast,” Steve says, pointing his thumb at himself, “so he’s gonna treat his wife to some French cuisine.”
“Good on you, boy. Betsy deserves the best.”
“That she does,” Steve says, a hair too earnestly.
“Talking about me like I’m not even here!” She giggles. “Joe, do you still need Steve’s help moving that dresser?”
Steve tightens his hand over hers. They’ve talked time and again about how Joe is capable of stealing one’s entire day, and how frustrating it is when he’s trying to keep tabs on Joe’s neighbor to have a two-hour conversation about hydrangeas–
“If he’s offering!” Joe smiles expectantly at Steve, who bobs his head.
“I could do that for ya. How’s this afternoon?”
“You know where to find me!” Joe salutes and totters back down the street towards his small bungalow. 
Once they are seated inside Steve’s car, shielded by darkly tinted windows, he dares to study her. She ignores him, typing away on her phone. “What was that?” he asks lowly.
“You’ve been trying to find a reason to case his house,” she says, not looking up. “I got you an in.”
He clears his throat. “Right. Good idea.”
“You’re not the only influential Rogers in the neighborhood.”
Steve sighs. “‘M sorry–”
“It’s forgotten.” Her phone rings in her hand and she answers immediately. “Hello? No, unsubstantiated for now but Steve is going into Joe O’Leary’s later today while I pop over to Sharon’s. No, he’s just the only house we haven’t found a reason to go inside. It was Steve’s idea, actually.”
Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. It absolutely was not, and if he’s honest with himself, he can’t quite figure out which part of this assignment he’s actually contributed to. She has all of the good ideas, she thinks of things he never would’ve dreamt of. 
“--Yeah. Zemo is hunting this weekend, apparently. We won’t. Nick–that was one time!” she huffs. “I have the scar. We won’t go to his house until you’ve got the warrant. Why does every man around me insist on being so damn stubborn? No–god, I forget you have us triangulated at all times. We’re headed out for breakfast. I burned the pancakes, so…” She glances at Steve and shakes her head. “No, I copy. We’ll stay put. I’ll tell him.”
She hangs up and her head falls back against the seat. “He wants us to stay in place, and wait until he gives the okay to check out Joe and Sharon’s.”
“We already told both of them we’re going out… won’t that look suspicious?”
“I dunno… drive to the gas station. I’ll buy you some shitty coffee. At least our car will have left the driveway.”
“I’m buyin’,” Steve says, starting the car. “Last time I checked, you’re not the one who charred the pancakes.”
“It was still my fault.”
“You can buy me a moon pie, for my trouble.”
“I’ll buy you a whole box.” He can’t help the way his mouth turns up at one side, and when he looks at her, she’s smiling sadly. “I don’t like it when we’re at odds.”
Steve shakes his head. “No.”
“Partners?” She holds out her hand, but before he takes it…
“Why’d you do it?” His voice is soft, pleading. She shrugs.
“I wanted to. Don’t you ever do things, just because you want to?”
“Um. No, I don’t have that luxury.”
“I forgot who I’m talking to.” Her chin dips bashfully. “Just forget it happened, okay? We kiss in front of other people all the time, it’s a habit.”
“...which you wanted to do.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“I haven’t overanalyzed it. Like you are doing right now.” She wiggles her fingers and Steve laces his in. “Partners. Do you wanna tell me what was going on with you?”
“Well… I suppose I was thinking about all this being done. It’s, uh. Hard to tell sometimes what’s part of the cover, and–”
“What’s real,” she finishes. “Maybe the truth is somewhere in the middle. We don’t have to answer that today.”
“I like holding your hand,” he admits. “I–shit, sweetheart, I-I’m sorry I’ve been so distracted.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Yeah. But I don’t have enough caffeine in me for that conversation,” he says, squeezing her hand.
“You can do it back, if you want. You keep looking at my lips. It’s okay if you want to, Steve.”
“I don’t want to ruin it,” he murmurs.
“Only way to do that is to shut me out.”
He studies her neatly manicured nails. “I want to. So bad.”
“But?”
“I don’t know. Can’t think straight as it is. What’s it gonna do to me–”
“Hush.” She holds their clasped hands to her lips. “It’s okay.”
“No–it isn’t.” He squeezes. “It’s unprofessional.”
“If you think I haven’t spent the last three weeks relishing the fact that I get to spend every evening watching trash tv with you, staring at your ass, and listening to you laugh… fuck professional, Steve. I didn’t mean for it to happen, okay? You caught me off guard with your sweetness. I knew I was in trouble the first time you kissed me.”
“But this is gonna end…”
“It doesn’t have to. I–” She stops to cup his cheek and brush her thumb over his jaw in reassurance. “I don’t wanna go a single day without kissing you. I don’t care if it started because we’re pretending.”
“It’s never been pretend for me,” he breathes. 
She moves first, because she knows that he can’t do it without real permission, where there’s no question why it’s happening. He moans against her mouth; it’s always felt like his lips were meant for hers, but with nobody watching… It's a gift. She is precious to him. He cradles her face to say as much, without putting voice to it. Kissing her this way strips him of all ceremony. He’s just a city boy with a crush on a beautiful girl, who kisses like a dream. It’s freeing. If anyone saw them making out in the driveway, what would it give away? Nothing which doesn’t show on his face every time he looks at her. Because Steve can’t pretend like she isn’t the center of his world. Not when he has permission to kiss her in private.
His tenuous control snaps.
She keens as his lips traverse her jaw to nip at the tender skin below her ear. “Been holding out on me, Rogers.” He sucks a mark, blooming a ruddy bruise on her throat. Then, he lavs that spot, pulling more heavenly sounds from her lips. “Fuck.”
“I think about that, too,” he whispers against her skin. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“We wouldn’t be the first partners to do it.”
“Remember when we caught Bucky and Nat after Bulgaria?” Steve eases the strap of her dress off the curve of her shoulder.
“God,” she sighs, tugging on his hair so he’ll find her mouth again. She catches his bottom lip. “You wouldn’t look at me.”
He blinks at her through heavy eyelids. “I was thinking about you.”
“You wanna fuck me in a bunk on the quinjet?” she scoffs. Her fingers card through his hair.
“Anywhere. Have forever. Buck knows. ‘S why he suggested you for this.”
She smiles against his mouth. “Remind me to send him a thank you card.”
“Can I touch you?”
“In the driveway?” she gasps, even as she guides his hand towards the hem of her dress.
“Windows are too dark to see in.”
“You’re kinker than I thought–fuck.”
He traces the pads of his fingers over her soft skin. Steve bites his lip, watching her eyes flutter as his hand gets closer to touching her where he wants to, most. “Think I’m vanilla, agent?”
“That is your favorite ice cream flavor.”
Steve stops for a second and squeezes her thigh in affection. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. She chases her lips after his, and pauses just a breath from his face. They smile at each other, drunk on uncorked arousal. 
“Vanilla,” he whispers, tracing the hem of her panties, “is a complex flavor. Goes with everything. Chocolate. Cherries…” Steve dips his fingers beneath the silky fabric. She cants her hips to give him better access. He finds the little bud at her apex, worrying the bundle of nerves enough to make her moan.
“Exhibitionism,” she pants.
“In small quantities,” he chuckles. “Gimme your lips, sweets.”
She does so like a woman starved, but her head falls back as he sinks one finger into her heat. “Steven.”
“‘M here.”
“So good.” She rolls her hips to meet his hand. He thumbs her clit with every stroke. “Had a dream–mmph. You fingered me at a barbeque.”
“I’d do it. Under the table?”
“Mm. No. In the pool.”
“Our pool, sweetheart?” Steve works a second finger with the first easily. She’s drenched, she’s gorgeous. 
She nods. “Yeah. But I couldn’t make a face because everybody was around.”
“What, then?” Steve feels her squeezing him tight. She’s close. He’s never wanted anything more in his life than to make her come. He doesn’t care how much work it takes to clean the seat afterwards. He’ll do it with a smile, as long as she comes.
“You made me orgasm in front of the whole neighborhood. Then you got in the hot tub and you made me sit on your dick.”
“Were you keeping me hard?” He tugs the cups of her dress down with his free hand and bears her breasts. “Christ. You’re so beautiful.”
“Nobody knew, and the bubbles covered us,” she sighs. “Right there, right–oh fuck. What about you?”
Steve groans as her hand finds his straining dick over the top of his jeans. “I’m gonna bust my zipper the second you come.”
“Wanna feel you. Please.”
He nods his consent, but not before flickering his tongue against her nipple. She stays his hand by turning her nails into the skin at his wrist, and forces him to lean his seat back so she can unbutton his pants, but she doesn’t get very far–
The back window of the vehicle shatters. Steve throws himself over her, peering above her headrest. She groans.
“I was so close,” she wheezes. 
“Stay down, sweetheart.” Steve kisses her cheek and then throws the car into reverse, turning the wheel like a madman to dodge their attacker… Sharon. Standing on her front porch with a rifle. She raises the gun to take another shot, now that she has her sights on him. 
“Roll down your window, baby!” 
Steve doesn’t hesitate. His partner yanks the top of her dress up, lays half-way across his lap, and fires her own weapon (pulled from god-knows-where), catching their attacker in the shoulder. Sharon drops her rifle, but the gun discharges, destroying one of Steve’s tires with an explosive POP! The car drops heavily towards the front wheel well. Sharon staggers to retrieve her gun. After one more precise shot, she falls. Steve takes the gun from his partner when it is offered. She retrieves his pistol from the glove compartment, and they each get out of the car warily.
“Do you wanna trade?” Steve calls.
“You think I can’t shoot with your gun?” Her voice is sweet and teasing.
“I said no such thing. Is she dead?” They flank the unconscious woman… sure enough, she’s down for good, with one bullet right between the eyes. Steve exchanges a look of shock with his partner.
“Yes. Must’ve been desperate to risk taking us out like this. I’d say we found the rat,” she says. 
“I guess so.”
“She has the shittiest timing.” She grins at him, which makes Steve’s ears turn red. She retrieves her phone from the car and makes a call. 
Steve keeps his weapon at the ready. Several of the neighbors peer out their front windows in concern, but none are stupid enough to come out and investigate the ruckus. He attempts to stand between the body and the street, at least to obscure the pooling blood below Sharon’s head. 
It doesn't take ten minutes for a dozen black SUV’s to come squealing down the sleepy street. By the time they take over the block, Steve and his partner are leaning against his car, glancing at each other with small smiles. They’ve collected themselves somewhat; he made sure there was no visible sign that she’d been just moments from an orgasm when they were shot at (other than the hickey, which he hopes nobody notices), and they attempt to look concerned that their attacker wasn’t someone they expected. But it’s especially hard for Steve to be stoic, because he knows how it feels to touch her. He settles for looking smug. He is, but who’s to say why?
Bucky accompanies the agents who emerge from the trucks, as does Fury. “Cap. Agent.”
“Director,” she acknowledges. “Sergeant.” Bucky wrinkles his nose at her.
“Walk me through what happened.” She steps forward with Fury and walks him towards the body, while Bucky hangs back with Steve. Barnes leans over and whispers.
“Your fly’s undone.”
Steve sighs. “Shit. Why are you staring at my crotch, huh?” He fixes the aforementioned zipper as discreetly as possible.
“Old habits die hard.” Bucky folds his arms and leans against the car.
“What would Natasha say to that?”
“...you think she doesn’t stare at your crotch, punk?”
“You two are nightmares.” Steve can’t help but chuckle, despite himself. “Carter annoyed the hell outta me, but I didn’t think she was involved.”
“You trying to change the subject?”
“Not succeeding, apparently.” 
Just then, his partner looks up at him, gesturing towards him and then down the street, which is swarming with agents in black suits. 
“Cool it with the puppy dog eyes,” Bucky murmurs.
Steve glares at him. “Shut up. That’s just how my face looks.”
“Not when you look at me,” Bucky says, elbowing him in the side. “Did you tell her?”
Steve’s eyes dart away, and he can’t help but smile. He twists his mouth to keep from breaking out into a full smile.
“Thank God,” Bucky says.
“Rogers!” Fury waves him over. Steve strides towards the director with his hands in his pockets. “I think your partner is a little shell shocked. Why don’t you take her to the house? I’ll catch up with you in a bit. I think it’s going to take a few hours for us to do a preliminary search of Carter’s.”
Steve glances at his partner, who has her hands clasped at her waist, twisting her fingers. She indeed looks quite shocked, eyes wide and unblinking as she stares up at him. “Yes sir.”
“I’m glad you two didn’t do anything hasty and stayed put. This could’ve gone a whole lot worse.” 
Steve nods. He manages the world’s most convincing performance of concern, wrapping his arm around his partner’s shoulders. She leans into his side, letting him guide her across the street to the house with ‘Rogers’ painted on the mailbox. He doesn’t dare look at Bucky, nor does he want to risk saying anything until they’re safely concealed from the rest of the world. But the moment they’re inside, he presses her back against the front door. She smiles softly.
“Did that get your blood going?” she asks. “Getting shot at with your fingers inside me.”
He huffs. “Your mouth, I swear.”
“What’re you gonna do about it?”
“Do you want this?” He asks, working his knee between hers until she has to stand on her tip-toes. She nods breathlessly. “Out loud, or I stop.”
“I’ve heard you come,” she laughs. “In the shower. When you think you’re being quiet. I talk myself out of joining you every time, but I wanna see your face when you have an orgasm. I think you’ll be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Steve shivers. “Pretty, huh?” He lowers his mouth slowly to hers, but stops as she gasps. His hands find the globes of her ass, inching under the panties he’s going to destroy. He watches her eyes dilate with arousal. She smirks.
“You’re a pretty man, Rogers. ‘S why I married you.”
Steve gapes at her for just a minute. He shakes his head in disbelief, shrugging off the euphoria which rises in him at the thought of this woman truly being everything. Her fingers creep to his jaw.
“What?”
He sighs. “That’s all I want. To have this. All the time.”
“A wife, baby?”
“And babies, sweetheart.”
“You told Joe you wanted three… you were being serious.”
“I was.” His eyes flick back and forth to study her irises. They’re glassy. 
“You’d want that with… me?”
“How long have you known me?” He asks, kissing her forehead. 
Her hands wrap behind his head, stroking his nape. “That’s a big step. We’re not even together–”
“I’ve been telling anyone in a ten mile radius that you’re my wife for three straight weeks, and nothing has ever felt more right.” Steve levels his eyes with hers. “I want as much as you’re willing to give me.”
Her eyes crinkle as she smiles. “God. You take a girl’s breath away. I… I don’t know if I want kids, Steve–”
“But you want me.”
“Yes,” she sighs. 
“Then I don’t care. You can think about it.”
“What if the answer is ‘no’? Could you be content with only me?”
“Only–sweetheart. You are everything.” Steve kisses her eyelids as they shut in relief. “We could always have dogs.”
She laughs in surprise, and it’s his favorite sound in the whole world. “Why don’t we start from the beginning, and see where we end up?”
“Where’s that?” He noses her cheek. 
“Give each other orgasms for the first time. I mean, if I’m gonna think about having babies, don’t you think I should know how your dick feels?”
“You make a very good point,” he says with mock seriousness, tapping his chin. “In the spirit of investigation.”
“To make a truly informed decision.”
“Right… if we do this, we’re gonna have to tell Fury.”
She looks at him guiltily. “He… knows. I sorta forgot that the car is bugged.”
Steve freezes with wide eyes. “Shit.”
“...Yeah.”
“Well…”
“We have no reason to hide it, now.” She finds the hem of the shirt she likes so much and tickles her nails across his abdomen. “Besides, I gotta admit that I kinda found it, I dunno… hot? That people heard us.”
Steve locks the front door over her shoulder and walks backwards, tugging her towards the stairs. He spins her so her heels catch on the step, forcing her to sit down abruptly. Steve follows, latching his lips over hers hungrily. He probably should feel embarrassed, but how can he when this beautiful woman wants him? No man in his right mind would be ashamed of her. 
He rends the gusset of her panties. For such a talkative person, she sure has nothing to say when his fingers find her clit again. Just incoherent moans. Steve has three fingers inside her by the time she comes, walls fluttering around his thrusting hand. Her head falls back in ecstasy as she soaks his fingers. He wastes no time working his pants down enough to free his dick; her hands urge his shirt off so she can run the tips of her nails down his chest, flicking against his nipples and making him buck. She’s bringing kinks out in him he didn’t even know he had. 
She wraps one hand around him, making his head fall forward against her collar. He nips at her tendon in retaliation. She guides him until his dick is tucked between her folds, and rolls her hips to take him in. Steve obliges. He sinks into her fully, and groans.
“Fucking hell,” she breathes. 
“You’re tight, sweets.” He teases the seam of her lips with his tongue, inviting her to lose herself completely. She’s still sensitive from her first orgasm, shivering when he brushes her clit, so Steve stays still. Buried deep in the woman of his dreams.
“Was it like this, in your dream?” he asks, stroking her cheek softly. She smiles blissfully.
“No. This is better than anything my brain made up. You gotta move.”
“What if I didn’t? And I made you sit with my dick inside you all day long.” Steve shimmies her dress up her torso until she arches her back enough to let him pull it over her head. But he fists the fabric at her wrists, capturing her hands so she can’t touch him. She whines.
“Jesus. Who knew you were so controlling?” Her inner muscles contract and he huffs.
“If I thought I could control you for one second, you’d know it by now,” he says, rolling his hips. “But you’re the one who’s got me wrapped around your finger.”
“Yeah?” she gasps. “You’ve got me tied up.”
“You don’t need your hands to have me right where you want me, sweetheart, and you know it.”
She kisses him hard. “Fuck me. So I have bruises from these stairs.”
“Yes ma’am.”
He snaps his hips forward to do just that, and he’s in heaven. He’s got little experience compared to some of the agents he hears bragging about their trysts in the gym, but by god, he’s never fucked a woman like this. Especially not someone he loves. His knees burn from the carpet, and his boots attempt to slide off his bracing step–hell, his pants aren’t even to his knees, but he fucks her like a desperate man, because that’s what he is. He wants her to come again, more than anything. Hard. Who cares if he doesn’t, as long as she finds pleasure?
Her hands slip free of their restraints easily, and she grasps his back for dear life. He’ll feel the marks from her nails in the shower, he’s sure of it. Steve doesn’t realize his eyes are closed until she gasps. His eyes snap open–she’s arching up, chasing her release. He reaches between their bodies to find her clit and rolls it as he thrusts. It’s enough to send her over the edge. She cries out, and it’s all he can do not to come at the sight of her. But he thrusts through her orgasm until she’s whining with sensitivity. She grips his ass.
“Baby–please. It hurts.” 
Steve braces himself on his elbows and freezes, kissing her in apology. “Mmm. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You okay?” She nods, kissing him back slowly. 
“You need to come.”
“I’m okay.”
“No!” She protests. “I want you to. I have to see it. Please–pull out, I’ll help you.” 
The moment he rises up, she’s reaching for him… he can’t think with the way her fingers wrap around him, tugging him ever closer towards his own orgasm. He’s kneeling beside her on the stairs, watching her in rapt awe. She worships him, but she’s too gentle. He tightens her fingers with his to show her that she doesn’t need to be so careful with him. She’s a fast learner. She pumps him with as much care as he showed her, her eyes fixed to his face to catch every little expression of pleasure. When he’s close, he falls down onto his elbow, right at her side. She smiles, and he can’t help but smile back because god, he loves her. She’s everything. He’s never felt so good. He’s soaring. She coaxes him through his orgasm, painting her belly with his come. He turns his teeth into her shoulder to keep from bellowing, which makes her wince and laugh all at once. Then, he lets himself fall fully onto the stairs beside her, so they’re both staring up at the ceiling in awe. 
He laughs. 
“Yeah… you’re pretty, alright,” she breathes.
“I should’ve gotten you to bed.” He looks over at her. A faint sheen of sweat makes her glow like a goddess, and she shakes her head.
“I think this was as far as we were gonna make it.” She raises her hand to stroke his cheek but she’s shaking a little. Steve takes her hand and kisses it.
“What’s the verdict?” he whispers.
She giggles. “More research required.”
“Do you think the house is bugged?”
“...Not anymore.”
He can’t help but laugh at the innocent smile on her face. “Shit, sweets. You made me hungry. I could really go for those moon pies right about now.”
She beckons him to meet her in a kiss. “After that, baby? I’ll give you the whole moon.”
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ok so. first of all, bex, hiiii! thanks for being a buddy, i adore your writing and your sense of humor ( ˘ ³˘)♥ i come to you with a mutual favorite boy!! i was wondering if you could write Leslie Vernon doing his thing, picking out his final girl (fem reader, i'm also getting self indulgent with this lol), but as he starts to plant seeds and lure her and a few friends in, she's guessing his twists, tracing the path to how he's trying to single someone in the group out (possibly doesn't know it's her until it's too late). the entire time, she's doing it with excitable golden retriever levels of interest. she's not eager to die, of course. maybe she's just too read up on the horror genre and a little shocked that she walked into one. maybe she just hopes that when it comes down to her that the killer will give her a good chase sequence. 😏 it can be nsfw or not, i'll leave the rest up to you because i know you'll do something great with this (sorry that i'm asking for a lot ;; ) so really!! tysm in advance!! ❤❤❤
Well helllloooooo Riri!
So this has been sitting in the ol box for a while but my God, I think this is totally worth the wait! I went really hard on this one and adore it, this is just like, my sexuality summed up, you know what I mean? Let’s not fucking waste time, let’s GO!
Rating. Explicit. Length. 5K. Leslie Vernon X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns Used. Warnings: Terms Like Final Girl Used. Stalking. The Reader Is A Confident Little Shit. Exciteable Reader. Supportive Eugene And Jamie. You And Leslie Match. Taunting. Discussions Of Horror, Meta, Tropes. Canon Compliant Violence. Blood. Gore. Murder. Death. Fighting. Struggle. Choking. Grinding. Dry Humping. Premature Ejaculation. 
How The Fuck?
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It is a frankly gorgeous day. 
The sun is out, it feels almost too hot considering how close fall is. He had just gotten some lunch, a BLT on toasted rye and a soda. His health is important, especially with the big night coming up so he has been severely cutting back on the smaller treats, but today was great so far, so why not indulge? 
He was in the front seat of his van, right now it was time to watch, he’d been observing for a while, and the core group was out and about on a Saturday, down town, doing what normal young adults do when free, light shopping, easy socialisation, grabbing lunch just like he had. 
After taking the first bite of his sandwich he was looking out the windshield, keeping his eyes sharp but still trying to look casual of course, he doesn't want to draw attention doing what he is. He had the window open and was leaning on one arm, resting on his elbow, soda held loosely in his grip and it took him a second too long to realise that you weren't with the group at the moment. Maybe you’d ducked into the cafe you'd all been sitting outside at for something? So unlike him to lose track of you when you were the most important one to watch, he looks down for two seconds for a napkin and this is what happens. 
He is of course going to wait this and subsequently you out until he hears a voice right next to him, saying loud and clear, a question of, “Why have you been following me and my friends for the past few weeks?” 
Leslie is not an easy guy to scare or sneak up on, usually that's his schtick after all but he manages to appear unaffected, a simple turn of his head, looking you up and down and he hasn’t actually been this physically close to you yet. He wasn’t expecting that to happen today, he wouldn’t let it throw him off his game however, careful planning can only take you so far, you still need to think on your feet and be good at improv, luckily he was amazing at “yes anding-” so there was nothing to fear, this was just a test of his skills. 
“What are you talking about?” He asked in a tone that read as confused, pulling his hand back into the car and taking a leisurely sip of his soda, and you smiled, a small cock of your head to the side, “Do I really need to repeat myself? Alright.” 
A small shake of your head, a hand comes up and tucks some hair behind your ear as you reiterate your question, “Why have you been following me and my friends for the past few weeks?”
“Again, I have no idea what you’re talking abou-” You cut him off and say with a laugh, “Come on, save it. I’m not stupid.”
He wasn’t giving up yet, he still kept on playing defence, “Listen, I really dunno what the hell you’re thinking but I can tell you that you’re wrong, it’s a small town! Is it a crime to be in the same place at the same time as you?.” He took another bite of his sandwich and you purse your lips in consideration before saying with raised eyebrows, “Not a CRIME no, but still, an awfully big coincidence for it to be happening for weeks on end.”
 A hand over his mouth as he replied, “Okay?” A lick over his lips, catching some stray mayo before continuing now that his mouthful was dealt with, he does his best to keep his tone even, “Stranger things and bigger coincidences have happened.” 
“Sure, sure. You’re right.” 
You let that hang in the air between you both, watching intently as he took another drink before speaking, “So your van-” You kicked the bottom of the door lightly for emphasis, an action that got a raise of his eyebrows, you don’t let it stop you. “-this van, was outside my friends house during our sleepover last week? Along with those scattered apples and the rather suspicious slashes on the tree outside her place we found the next morning.” 
That did make him stop. 
He caught your eye. Wide smile, leaning in a bit closer as you said, “Just coincidence again?” 
When no retort came you spoke again, “I think you’re up to something and I think I know just what it is.” 
“Do you now?” He asked, unconvinced, and you hummed, one hand slipping into your pocket, “It’s sooo clear. Just like, look at us-”
You turned, leaned your elbow next to his on the open window frame of the van and pointed down the street to the cafe’ where your friends were all seated. “-a healthy group of young adults, people you wouldn’t normally expect to hang out, but have history, investment, hit a few key demographics and tick a few boxes.” A flourish of your hand, he leaned closer, watching through your splayed fingers as they danced passing over the group before coming to yourself, a gesture down the length of your own body. You note that his eyes still follow your hand. 
A beat and then, you point to him, “A mysterious guy who keeps following us around, watching us, coincidentally always nearby, attempting to let his presence not truly be known, but felt,  however remaining ultimately unnoticeable before he really wants himself to be. Strange moments enacted by him leaves us all questioning, little clues and hints thrown out hoping to hook us, get us to do something, but what?”
He felt tense, was trying not to show it but he thinks he might be failing.
You press on, “It’s all too clear. I think you are after us for one purpose. You’re a slasher and we-” Another gesture from yourself and to your friends, “-are your target group.” 
He is stunned. 
How the fuck did you ever figure all this out?
He would need to clean this up, find a new group, this is going to totally fuck up his whole schedule, but then your hands are gripping the window’s edge and you are saying excitedly, “Ha! I Knew it! I can see it on your face! I guessed it!”
You weren’t…Scared?
No, not at all, you looked happy, barely able to contain yourself. 
You were talking a mile a minute, big grin and bouncing on your heels, “This is so fucking cool, it’s like stepping into a horror movie for real! I cannot believe you picked us, this is massively exciting for me, you have no idea.” 
You drummed your hands on the window’s edge and said, “I don’t wanna keep you from your ‘work’-”, putting air quotes around the word with a wink before saying, “-don’t let me stop you or spoil your fun, okay? I’m excited to see where this goes.” 
And just like that you were walking off, a wave over your shoulder and a call of, “Good luck!” As you made your way back towards your friends and all he could do was stare as you went. 
Fuck.
He looked down at his sandwich, some of the bacon grease had slipped out of the wrapper and onto his pants and he grimaced, suddenly his appetite was gone.
The rest of the session watching you was tense. You didn’t even glance in his direction. Just laughing it up and having a good time with your friends. He kept expecting you to give him some kind of acknowledgement but there was none and he wasn’t sure what he was meant to do in this situation. He planned for many things and situations and scenarios but not someone in his target group figuring out his whole bit without him wanting them to. 
He watched you and your friends leave and he sat there for another ten minutes collecting himself before he started up the van and put it in drive, heading off to the two people he knew could absolutely help him with this. 
He was now leaning back on the couch in Eugene and Jamie’s living room after having just spilled his guts explaining all of what went down this afternoon and his thoughts, going back over what happened before today wasn’t needed because he’d already shared the rest as it was going down over the past few weeks. 
“So what’s the problem?” Eugene asked and Leslie laughed, a frustrated sound, hand rubbing over his eyes and down his face before his arms crossed and he said, “The problem is she found me out so early! It’s gonna ruin everything, she knows and now-”
“And now what? She thinks she knows but you didn’t confirm anything. If anything you can use this to your advantage, Les. Plus, ever since those boys in California isn’t meta all the rage? Lean into it.”  Eugene said and Leslie actually considered it for a moment.
Meta was popular, it was modern and true while convention and tradition was important, newness always had to be introduced to keep things fresh and exciting, preventing things from going stale or stagnant was a must and it isn’t like he didn’t enjoy it, like or see the appeal of it. A chance to dabble more into it was exciting. Plus, Eugene hadn’t steered him wrong yet, he still had some lingering doubts, he asked, “Do you really think I can still pull this off with her being aware?”
Jamie had been listening intently from the kitchen, she had been plating up some cookies that she baked earlier that afternoon. She came into the living room, saying, “Leslie, c’mon now, if anyone can do this it’s you.”
She held the plate and offered it up to Eugene who took a cookie with a thank you. She set the plate on the coffee table in front of Leslie before perching herself on the arm of Eugene’s chair. He slipped an arm around her waist and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head with a smile as Leslie responded, “Yeah?”
Eugene responded enthusiastically, “Yes! You’re very smart, think of it as a challenge! Trying to pull one over on her when she is suspecting you and thinks she knows what is coming, it’s a chance for-” Jamie cut in, saying, “Growth.”
“Yes, exactly, a chance for growth, thank you.” Eugene praised with a squeeze of his arm around her, “Just think of how amazing it would feel to stick this landing. I think you are more than ready for something like this.”
He leaned forward, picked up a cookie, hunger, excitement and passion was reignited as he started, “Okay so help me out, which misdirect do you think would be better?”
The afternoon was spent then on planning just how he could get a leg up on you. 
He had to play this just right, had to be careful and take it easy, he took even more precautions but you just kept figuring shit out. 
No matter how well he hid, no matter the subtlety, there you were, picking up on it. He wondered if you were fucking with him, truly aware or it was just dumb fucking luck at some point. There would be some small moment that would make you stop, look around, and then somehow, inexplicably, look in his direction, point down to the clue he left in hopes of placing a quiet suggestion to pull you and your friends to the Vernon farm and you pointed down to it, before giving a thumbs up and mouthing to him, “Nice!” 
Then there was the night he actually scared you all in person, in full garb and everyone else’s faces were marred with a truly horrified expression but you were smiling so hard it looked like it hurt your cheeks, everyone else was so distracted they didn’t notice you clapping a little in your overeager thrill. But he noticed. He couldn’t stop noticing every little thing about you. 
It was infuriating. 
It was exhilarating. 
You hadn’t said anything to your friends. They were all totally ignorant, he wondered why, did you not care for them? Did you seriously think he wouldn’t go through with this? Or did you fear if you spilled the beans that this game would end? You really, really wanted to see this one through to the end and that pushed him further.
When the night arrived he was feeling a whole host of emotions, anxiety, nervousness, but mostly, he felt ready, proud, over the moon happy and joyfully enamoured with the entire process coming to a head. Tonight was even better because of your probing and pushing, it forced him to take this outing to greater heights and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t thankful for that. 
The night itself was very surprising. 
A few good twists and turns, some more improv and quick on his feet thinking but overall, it was going fantastically. Your friends were dropping like flies, there were many scares and running and screaming and yet you were still not that shaken for a seriously annoyingly long time until you came across your friends bodies in person. 
That managed to shake you. 
It was a very satisfying moment for Leslie. 
Seeing you actually scared, that cute little smile falling, the terror washing over your features, permeating into your eyes, God, it was just so delicious. It had him wanting more. 
Picking a favourite moment during this event was tricky. There was something to be said for the way blood splattered across the front of his outfit, the heat of salty iron contrasting against the cold fall air, or the pathetic sounds your friend made when he broke their neck from hanging them, but the best is of course, obvious. 
That second when you knew it was you. That one thing you hadn’t been able to work out, the one thing you hadn’t managed to figure out, who was meant to face off with him, who was the final girl? It took you entirely too long to realise that it was you. 
Witnessing the change he brought out in you was everything he felt he needed. The chase was a good one, you made your way through the orchard beautifully, strides had a good amount of confidence to them but the occasional stumble, sneakers slipping on mud did more for him than he thought even his vocabulary could capture. When you broke out of the orchard, frantically looking around, you called out to him, arms out, proclaiming you were ready. 
It was very “I Know What You Did Last Summer.” but you didn’t care, cliches be damned, this felt real and right in the moment. “I’m right here! I know you want me, Vernon! What are you waiting for?!” 
Weren’t you so bold? Of course he picked up on the reference, he appreciated it, helped solidify it was the right choice. He sneaks around, watching you carefully and when he was right behind you he came forward, he played it just right, making sure to step on a twig and snapped it audibly enough for you to hear. Your head snaps to the side, eyes wide and you see him a few seconds before his hands are on you, a curse and your body jerks away, hands gripping the weapon you held tighter you try to turn as fast as possible to face him. 
You nearly trip on your own feet in the process but you manage, you stare up into that blue-grey mask, into those dark soulless voids that made up where the eyes should be and you breathed out, gaze hard and face lined with concentration and determination, “Finally. I’ve been dying for you to show up.” 
He was thankful for the mask, if not for it you might have seen how he was unable to stop his lips from almost twitching up into a smile and that might ruin the mood. He loved this, the fight you have been putting up, the little jokes, the aspects and bits of you that had been shifting, changing, clicking just so into place to become this new person he knew you could be. He wanted to say something back but he knew it wasn’t right, not the correct moment. The tension was thick, you could feel the weight of his stare even though you couldn’t actually see his eyes, and the next moment happened, the one he’d been craving, aching for God knows how long in pure anticipation to experience. 
You swung at him. 
Thick and heavy two by four laden with rusty nails that threatened tetanus gripped between your hands came towards him with an impressive speed and the fight began. The first blow was deflected but it still hurt, the way and the angle it hit his forearm causing a small shock of pain to his system. 
You weren’t deterred. You swung again and again, he swung back, managed to get a few blows in, your face was going to be a little worse for wear. You tasted blood and were thankful your teeth all seemed intact. 
The last strike managed to hit him hard. A few of those bent and twisted nails bit into his palm when he reached out and managed to grab onto it. He held back the hiss of pain, blood spilled, leaked through the puncture wounds of the nails and down his wrist and arm, he took advantage however and ripped the wood from your hands. He used his other hand to remove it, pulling hard to release the embedded nails, he flung the improvised weapon aside, and you managed to surprise him again, a small look away when he threw it meant that when he looked back he wasn’t counting on you racing towards him, you charged him with a yell. Your arms around his waist, hands locked behind his lower back as you tackled him, the slippery mud had already made your scuffle difficult when standing but you launching yourself with this much force makes his bare feet slide, your weight thrown into him makes him topple and he falls. 
It hurt you both, he landed on your wrists and you groaned from the pain, he grunted, wind slightly knocked out of him as well as the sensation of freezing cold muck already seeping into the holes in his shirt. You don’t stop, you need to keep this momentum, you were still in disbelief that you had gotten the drop on him, you pulled your arms out from under him, scrambling so you were sitting up, knees on either side, straddling him. He didn’t waste time either, even with you on top of him his hand found its way to your throat, grip hard, managing a good hold even with the slick scarlet straining his hand but your own hand barely faltered, as you fumble along his side. He knows what you are after, his other hand joins the first and he squeezes, air is stolen, eyes want to roll back, you don’t give up.
The lack of air begins to take hold quickly, his grip is bruising, he has so much strength, he could crush your windpipe if the angle was slightly different, if you weren’t sitting fully up right on him. You are mindful to sit straight as much as you can, if you lean forward you know he could do you in, your hand feels and just as you are truly struggling to breath your hand finds it. Fingers latched onto the well worn wooden handle and you pull it towards you, stealing his sickle from where it was resting on his hip previously and you look down at him, holding the weapon, his weapon, to his throat. 
A stand off with his hands on your neck and the curved blade pressing into his and you were praying he’d break first. His hands loosened when you broke the skin, his hands didn’t lift but they did ease, sucking down a few deep breaths you keep your eyes on him.
“I’ll do it.” You heaved, hair partially in your face, sweaty and smeared with mud and blood, looking down at him, “Don’t think I won’t.” 
He knew you could. But would you?
Your hips shift and he thinks you might be adjusting, gearing up to do just that but that first move, it was just that, the first of many. It starts easy, a slow rock, “When I knew you were really going to go through with this, I got so excited.”
A laugh breaks out, his hands slip further, truly captivated as you speak while sat astride him, “I mean it is pretty unbelievable. Being cast in a real life horror movie without even being aware I was ever auditioning?” You muse for a moment that your life was the audition you supposed, you continue speaking, “It’s like a dream, a sick, fucked up, totally twisted dream.” 
More moves, an outright roll of your hips and holy shit the realisation hits like a truck, you were grinding on him, you were getting off on this. “You really threw yourself into this! Gave your all, you had us all running scared, trying to figure out where this was going, picking it apart? It’s been ruling my thoughts for weeks.”
A quiet hum leaves you, it appears the seam of your jeans was doing everything for you and surely you had to feel the predicament you were putting him in, he was hanging off your every word, choking you long forgotten as he was starting to strain in his overalls. “Even with all my fantasising about this, I never, ever would have imagined I was the one for you, that I was the one you were doing this for, that it was MY attention you were trying to catch.”
Another strong buck of your hips and a quiet moan slips out before you admit, “Well you sure got it.” 
The urge to touch was too great, his hands locked onto your shoulders and he moves too, grinds up into you and you gasp. Your grip on the handle tightened, you forced your hand down harder, the small split in his skin deepened, blood welling up, beginning to pool in the hollow of his throat and he groaned. “That was the one move you coulda made safely without me slashing your throat wide open so good job.” 
You squirm on top of him, “But you're playing a dangerous game here. Better not move any other part of yourself or I’ll watch the life drain out of you right here.” 
This isn’t at all what he was expecting. 
Would he have loved for this shift to happen between you both eventually? Of course! But on the first night? You holding his weapon to his neck, about to slide deep and ruin him, all while grinding your clothed cunt on his almost painfully hard dick, still trapped in the fabric covering himself, it had him throbbing with need, it was too good to pass up. You’d already been showing him over and over again that true planning was good, necessary, but being able to work on the fly, improv, rolling with the punches had undeniable appeal and deserved its own place. 
So fuck the timing not being what he had initially thought it would be, he let himself indulge. 
The pair of you work together. A precarious and tentative dance, you and he were unable to look away from one another as you ground down and he moved up, working on stimulating yourselves and each other. Leslie was wrecked under you in short order. He had fucked people, of course he had but somehow, some way, this, right now, fully dressed and rutting against each other, caked in dirt and blood on the wet muddy grass just outside the orchard was by far the hottest thing he had ever experienced. 
The reasons as to why were all too obvious. The night, the exchange of power, the first overt expression of your sexuality that he was bearing witness to, the fact it was directed at him. You threatening his life with the sickle you stole off his hip with startling confidence and you, just, fuck, you.
It was doing his head in. Felt like he was somewhere between swimming and drowning, alive and electric. He was panting behind his mask, his breathing matching yours in pace and pitch as he watched, your brow creased, split bottom lip from where he had landed a good hit on you earlier tucked between your teeth. 
He watches the pleasure play out over your face, the emotion tinting in your eyes, you reach forward with your other hand, fingers hook under the bottom of his mask and he tries to turn his head to prevent you seeing his face. He wants it on, wants the game to continue, doesn't want to break the fantasy, you grunt, a shake of your head, “Uh-uh. Don’t fight it.” 
Another push of the sickle makes him relent, a reminder you could end this right here, he doesn’t want that, not yet, not till you fall apart on top of him. He allows you to peel his mask away, tossing it aside. You look down on his sweat stained and made up face. “There you are.” 
You looked pleased to see him, really see him as he was. He pressed down on your shoulders, forced you tighter to him, making it so the grinding on one another was stronger, more pressure, better.  
"Can't hide from me." It leaves you as if it is the sweetest melody, sing-songy and caught in the no-mans-land between a laugh and a moan as you swirl your hips.
The moans were breaking up your panting, you struggle to keep pace, and were you really going to? Was he going to get to not only see you cum while grinding yourself on him but be the reason that you experience such pleasure for the first time from another person? 
It proved too much. He is dragged to the edge in the blink of an eye.
His own head thrown back, hitting the damp ground, tendons in his arms and neck flex, sweat trailing down his temple and the tension breaks. A groan leaves him, his own hips stuttering up into you, eyes can’t leave as you watch him cum into the tight denim concealing him. Your own end is sealed by the knowledge that you made the big bad killer who gutted all your friends tonight bust in his overalls like he was a nervous and inexperienced teenager. 
“I got you.” You taunted, breathlessly before you tumble over the edge into hard earned bliss.
Your peak hits with a weak whimper, the pleasure spikes, back arching and even with your clammy and trembling hand, you manage to move it. You pull, dragging the tip that had already broken the skin earlier slice through. He hadn’t even truly finished cumming when you slashed, you were mid-orgasm yourself when you slowly split his throat open. The move was from left to right and when you reached the opposite side from where you started you jerk the sickle and with a flourish it pulls free, blood splatters over you just as it had to him earlier.
Another roll of your hips, drawing out your pleasure as much as possible, wringing out every ounce of sensation possible from your pulsing clit trapped against your soaked underwear. Your mouth is open, you taste salt and unfiltered him across as your tongue, feel his grip loosen, the sounds of him choking on his own blood and struggling to breathe acting as the soundtrack for your climax, a feast for your eyes as you watch the life drain from him under you, just like you promised earlier.
Sensation reaches it's natural end as does he.
Your hips slow and then eventually stop. Your chest rising and falling, you attempt to catch your breath, you drop his sickle beside him, it hits the ground with a thump .The bloody back of your hand wipes over your forehead, it smears crimson against the slick skin as you move your hair aside. You stay there for a moment. 
Just looking down at him.
Taking it all in. 
The cool evening air on your skin, the quietness of it all now that the struggle is over, the sense of finality. 
You make yourself get up on shaky legs, you move off of him and turn to leave him behind.
Before the entrance of the orchard you pause. A bite of your already hurting bottom lip you can’t help yourself. You turn, look over your shoulder and see he is no longer there. The only clue of your struggle and his body is flattened grass and spilled blood.
A laugh tears out, it makes you roll your eyes fondly, hands stuck in your jeans pockets, you turn forward again, start to walk the way you came in, as you call out, “You son of a bitch, I’ll get you next time!”
You leave with the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, outfit, including your underwear, completely ruined.
He was nearby, already wrapping his throat to stop the bleeding. You did a decent job but you didn’t cut nearly deep enough and missed the major arteries, all the same it was impressive, he couldn’t be happier. Even with the pain, the shaking fingers that were rushing to cover his wound, he smiled. This was going to scar up nicely, the first memento he got to keep from a hopefully long back and forth as slasher and final girl. 
He took off, hand on his throat, holding white that was steadily staining red, making his way to Eugene and Jamie’s to get stitched up properly. He thought about what you called out, he hoped you would get him even worse next time. If you were so smart and savvy your first time out, he can only imagine how you are going to be the following outing you shared, he’d need to plan well, step his game up if he had any hope of measuring up. 
You did have very high expectations and he’d be damned if he couldn’t meet them. 
Were it not for how much he was hurting and the fear that if he did that it would worsen his bleeding he’d be humming, “So This Is Love.”, as the events of the evening already wanted to replay over his mind. 
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Long rant and possibly unpopular opinion, but I feel safe expressing it here after reading your latest RxJxK post and how immature Roy and Keeley actually are:
Honestly I'm GLAD the show broke Roy and Keeley up because the fandom has the nasty habit of IGNORING all of their issues and it was driving me mad!
I'm still stuck back in Season 2 when Keeley told Jamie that the best way to deal with an upset Roy is to... agree with whatever he says. Not ask him about it, trying to find out what upset him, no. Just ignore the issue and his feelings, agree with whatever he says and keep peace.
It was such a different reaction compared to Keeley in Season 1, when she helped Roy deal with being benched, it almost gave me whiplash. And speaking of that scene in Season 1, the way Keeley kept teasing Roy that his emotional distress was hot and if he cried she might come (I'm paraphrasing, I didn't watch it in English) agdgdkdbsk thankfully she got a grip and actually helped Roy but then that scene in Season 2 happened and it had me wondering... if maybe Keeley was only helping Roy because it was the beginning of the relationship and she was actually putting some effort in? And once they were established, she started ignoring him more and more.
I mean, sooo much of the show happens off screen for characters that aren't Ted, so we're left with throwaway lines and have to put the pieces together.
I don't want it to sound like I exclusively blame Keeley for the breakup, but the show (and the fandom) goes on and on about Roy's issues while everyone treats Keeley as if she's perfect, when she isn't.
Keeley keeps talking about accountability for everyone else, but not for herself.
We all dislike Jamie for taking Bex to the gala, but no one says anything about Keeley flirting with Roy all the time when she's still with Jamie (because Jamie is the villain, so that's ok I guess?).
Roy apologizes to Jamie for making fun of him at the gala, but Keeley doesn't, and we are meant to ignore it because it's overshadowed by the fact that Bex is there, so Jamie got what he deserved, right?
(And now that we know Jamie has sexual trauma due to being assaulted as a child, that scene makes me even more uncomfortable, it wasn't funny, and Keeley should have apologized, even though she didn't know, because jokes like that simply aren't funny when the other person is so on edge about it: she was not joking WITH Jamie, she was making fun of him for being uncomfortable about potentially being forced to have sex with a stranger who paid for alone time with him).
Keeley breaks up with Jamie, then when Roy ignores her, she uses Jamie for sex and then... apologizes... to Roy?
(That made me side eye the writers so much because they keep TELLING us that Keeley is an independent woman, but then SHOW her dependent on Roy's words and actions and approval. Who Keeley has sex with is none of Roy's business. Just like who the leaked video was for. Especially since they were not together. They did it just to "keep the love triangle alive", and it was cheap)
Then came the episode where Keeley was fed up with all the time she and Roy spent together, and instead of talking to Roy about it... she talked behind his back to his BOSS, his colleagues, even JAMIE, her EX, of all people. And let it fester and fester until she exploded (and that scene where she tells Roy that him doing exactly what she says is hot? funny in the moment, or in the bedroom, but in general... yikes). And by the end of the episode, Roy is the one that has to make amends for... not being able to read Keeley's mind? Assuming that his partner would enjoy spending time together as much as he does? And that if there's a problem, she would talk to HIM about it? Like... why are we blaming Roy and expecting him to apologize, exactly? (definitely for raising his voice, but Keeley had so much more to apologize for!)
Notice how throughout the episode Roy acknowledges that Keeley is talking about him to Rebecca and the others, and instead of getting insecure and prying, he's ok with it because he knows it's normal for people to talk about their relationship with their friends. It's the fact that Keeley was talking behind his back about an issue in their relationship that hurt him. It made him feel stupid and clingy and pathetic. It humiliated him (I think he says so himself). As much as he hates words and emoting, he'd rather talk with Keeley about their issues face to face than have her talk to the whole office and her ex about it.
But Keeley's policy seems to be just "ignore and agree" until she explodes.
That was the final nail in the coffin for me. From that moment on I actively started hoping they would break up.
And sure, Keeley's new job and lack of time together (when they need to give Phoebe the talk, she says she can't stand Roy up AGAIN or he'll kill her), and Roy's "self fulfilling prophecy" behavior of breaking up with people before they leave him were the main reasons on the surface, but I think their issues run deeper than that.
And I hate that Roy was blamed for it 100% and how people expect therapy to "fix him so he can get back with Keeley" (literal quote from a shipper).
Keeley is to blame for the breakup as much as Roy is, if not more (I'm sorry, but it's such a breach of trust to talk behind your partner's back to his boss, colleagues and your ex... Keeley must have other friends she can talk with!).
Season 3 was the perfect opportunity to SHOW Keeley being strong and independent as they told us she is in season 1. Instead she fell back on old habits (having sex with an ex when she felt lonely and he showed emotional vulnerability) and had Rebecca throw money at her to save her business. She had the least development of all characters. The one good thing the writers did for her was having her throw Roy and Jamie out of her house. Pity the whole thing had to come with so much misogyny 🤢🤢🤢
Anyway, if they ever make a spinoff, I hope Keeley gets to enjoy her time alone for the first time in years, gets to be a badass boss, gets to make enough money that she can be independent from Rebecca, gets to have more friends, and maybe, after a couple of seasons, a NEW love interest (Roy and Jamie can go fuck off together being obsessed with each other and whatnot). And maybe give therapy a shot. She definitely needs some help understanding ways to communicate with a partner, and a safe space where she can vent without making anyone feel humiliated. And she needs to acknowledge that accountability matters for her too and not just for other people.
Hey Anon, quick question: did you read my bloody mind?!?!?
I agree with absolutely everything you said.
I always felt like I was losing my mind when people said Keeley's their favorite character. You see, irl I've had to witness my best friend's girlfriend flirt with other people the whole time they were together, and how miserable my best friend was because of it: it's a huge NO for me.
And accountability is only for other people, not her... Right, Keeley? *losing my mind some more*
Jamie was the antagonist of S1, so of course they gave him as many flaws as possible, and the fandom acknowledged them all. But when it comes to Keeley, everyone ignores them, simply because she's supposed to be one of the "good characters". Jamie deserves to burn in hell for inviting Bex at the gala (as a way to deal with the sexual trauma he went through as a child), but Keeley is a perfect angel girlboss queen for flirting with Roy since episode 1 despite being with Jamie.
And then Season 2 happened, and we saw how dismissive of Roy's feelings Keeley actually is, and that was it for me, I officially couldn't care less about their relationship.
(You might be right, it might be that she was putting effort at the beginning, but once the relationship became official, her true colors came out)
And the diehard shippers are definitely the worst part. I've seen them blame Jamie for the break up (Jamie who tried to comfort Roy instead of seizing his chance with Keeley? Jamie who apologized to Roy for the love confession? Jamie who had nothing to do with the break up because it was initiated by ROY, not Keeley? That Jamie?????) and I've definitely seen them consider therapy just a tool to get Roy and Keeley back together, and not for Roy to find some peace after 40 years of anger.
Imagine if a spinoff happens, how the fandom would react when Doctor Sharon does not tell Roy he must get back with Keeley (because, guess what, people can survive and thrive without a romantic relationship; actually, until you're happy on your own, you'll never be happy in a relationship; and this applies to both Roy and Keeley). Imagine all the racist shippers crawling out of the sewers to make her the new villain of the Richmond universe 🤦🏾‍♀
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49 - Uniting Friendships
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Part 50
Gemini Runaway
Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality
By the time I was leaving the Mikaelson’s compound Caroline was already there waiting beside her car smiling brightly at me. I vamped directly towards her throwing my arms around her laughing. “I’ve missed you, Care.”
“I missed you too, Rae.” She broke the hug resting her hands on my shoulders getting slightly serious. “Now seriously I can’t believe you are marrying the crazy original hybrid. Like you should be given a ribbon or something cause it’s so crazy but adorable at the same time.”
The front door swings opened causing us to both turn our heads and see Rebekah striding up to us in her original body. Her blonde hair was bouncing before she pulled me in for a hug too. “I’m happy to see that my brother finally let you out of his bed. Because I felt offended that I had to learn about your engagement through a text from Caroline.”
“Look I owe you both an apology. I’m sorry now can we go get Cami and Davina. Cause we all need to get drunk with alcohol.” Throwing my hands up I sent them a look with the puppy dog eyes.
We got in the car and picked up the other two from the bar since Cami got off work at three so we had the rest of the night free. Our group of girls entered the dress shop and as if on cue Caroline raised her glass of champagne. “Alright ladies our mission is to find the perfect wedding dress for Raelyn-“
“Who exactly put you in charge?” Rebekah snickers at her standing by Davaina
Caroline glared at her. “I did and Raelyn was very thankful about it.”
“Awe Rae I thought I would be the wedding planner since you are marrying my brother after all!” The blonde original snapped, placing a hand over her heart.
Cami raises her glass to her lips nervously asking. “Am I going to have to be a counselor between who gets to be maid of honor?”
Pushing myself up from the chair I got to my feet shaking my head at the pair. “Look, how about we do it this way? You both be maid of honor. Bex you handle the stuff with your brother and Care you handle getting everything set up. Sounds good to everybody.”
The young witch made a face at me. “Not to make a deal about this but are you sure you’re not marrying a mad man. He literally has people quack at the sound of his name.”
“It’s okay, D. I know he wants people to fear him but I couldn’t do that even if I tried. He’s been there through my best and darkest days.” Clasping my hands together in front of me.
Cami grinned, pouring herself some more champagne. "I told you there was good in him now let's drink and find a dress."
"Yes let's because Raelyn needs a dress that makes her look like a badass princess." Caroline clanked her glass with mine.
Davina made a face between our group. "I'm shocked Klaus doesn't just have a wedding dress in his creepy family collection that he wants you to wear." Everyone chuckled at the before we spent hours searching through thousands of dresses until I found the perfect one.
Davina drew back the curtain letting me walk through where she didn't dare take a peek at the dress since I wanted everyone to see it at the same time. Standing in front of the large mirror. "So what do ya'll think of this one?"
"Oh it's beautiful." Cami clasped her hands together on the verge of tears.
Caroline took Davina’s hand in hers where they said the exact same thing in unison. "You look so wonderful in that."
"You're a freaking princess, Raelyn." Bex jumped up to her feet running over and hugging me. "My brother is gonna find you so damn hot."
Turning back to face the mirror the dress had a long train in the back that had lace going down my back and around my waist. It had short sleeves that reached just to the start of my elbows. And there was a slit in the right side of the dress where you could see my cowgirl boots sticking out. "I am really doubting he will let me wear it forever considering this morning we haven't been able to keep our hands off each other."
"Oh my gosh so that is what you were doing when I called!" Caroline screamed, covering her hand over her mouth.
Dropping my gaze to the floor I blushed a deep red brushing hair behind my ear. "Sorry Caroline…"
"I have a question how exactly are you going to get everyone to not be fighting at the wedding?" Cami raises her hand.
Rebekah waves her hand scoffing. "Oh please. Everyone will always come together for Raelyn. Especially on a special occasion." I grinned remembering the night we had a camp fire.
"Okay so I feel like you need to spend your birthday like normal since you and Jacob had to do the Merge thing.” She had come over a few weeks after we had come back to see her high school graduation and it was nearing our birthday which was this weekend but Jacob and I didn’t really like to think about it anymore.
I roll my eyes playfully. "Care I love you - but where is this going?"
She gets up pulling out a camping backpack from behind her back. She started throwing clothes inside along with boots and hair bands. I raise myself up in a sitting position with my legs crossed. Her head shoots up, grinning proud. "We're going camping. Oh and you're gonna love this. I called Elena, Bonnie, Matt, Jacob, Stefan, Rebekah, Elijah, finally Damon and Klaus."
I clasped my hands over my mouth cackling in giggles. Caroline tilts her head to the side in annoyance raising her eyebrows. "I'm - I'm sorry care. But you think it's a good idea to put Damon and Klaus together with all our friends."
She tossed the bag at me, and I caught it sloppily. "This is serious Raelyn. I feel like we all need to come together and be nice on your special day."
I changed into a simple outfit chuckling at my best friend. "I know that Care but how could you convince everyone to come?"
She tosses my gear in her car, starting to drive to our campsite. "Well it basically goes like this....Bon, Elena and Matt have been my friends since kindergarten so they were all in. Rebekah really likes you , Elijah thought it would be a good idea along with Stefan and..." she takes a breath finishing. "Damon wants to come and get you drunk off Bourbon even though you’re pregnant. Jacob is your twin so this is his birthday party too...and Klaus, well you've dating so he's definitely coming - since he apparently loves birthdays."
I laughed a little at her as we drove to the LockWood estate and the old well. Jacob has chairs and coolers set out. Matt is helping Bonnie and Elena with snacks. Finally Damon and Klaus are watching Elijah make a firepit while drinking. "Presenting her royal highness, the birthday girl. Raelyn and her brother Prince Jacob!" Caroline announced with a bow as I blushed at her. Becca comes forward first hugging me and setting a flower crown on my head.
Elijah hugged me after and the wind knocked some leaves off and they fell on his suit. "I didn't expect such problems from activities such as these." He complimented pulling some out of his hair and brushing some off his suit.
Everyone else was in outdoor clothes so we all had to laugh at how silly the suit wearing Mikaelson looked out here. Damon vamped to me, joking. "I tired to get him to change into something else but he wasn't having it....he's acting like we are attending a ball in the woods."
Nik chimed in his hands together behind his back, smirking at me and Damon. "I'm starting to be the fun brother aren't I, mate?"
Damon shakes his hand back and forth meaning 'kinda' "just a little." Damon rolls his eyes stepping away to help the others set up camp.
A smile meets my lips when hearing Nik, pull me in for a hug and kiss my forehead. "You seemed surprised. Why is that, my heart?"
I take his hands in my own, replying. "I was surprised that Caroline convinced all of you. Once you said you didn't like nature unless you were running in your wolf form."
He smiles down at me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Well I'd do anything for you."
Hours later night had fallen and everyone was gathered around the campfire. I sat in between Klaus and Damon as they insisted on it. Elena actually wasn't a whiny annoying girl for once. Jacob and Matt toss a football back and forth. Elena said, holding her drink in both hands. "I say we do truth or dare."
Caroline nods her head excitedly. Damon picked up his Bourbon saying. "Aww I thought blondie original would've jumped in and suggested wrestling."
Caroline rolled her eyes when Klaus sipped on a beer, smirking playfully. "Now - now Damon. That isn't a very nice suggestion. Even though Raelyn knows very well who would win."
I stopped drinking my coke to nudge him in his rib. Nik looked at me with his mouth parted as I shook my head at him. 'Play nice' my gaze tells him.
Caroline cuts the intense glares between the two boys. "With that said - let's play the game!"
I take a sigh of relief as we finally start. I went first asking Becca. "Who was your first kiss?"
She said, "Marcel" Nik clutched a hand into a fist at the name.
Damon snipped sipping his Bourbon again. "Alright barbie. Your turn."
Caroline tapped her chin pointing to me. "Rae, truth or dare?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Uh, dare."
Elena and her share a glance smirking before she states. "I dare you to sit on Damon's lap.." Elena glanced at Nik. "Until the game is finished."
Nik death glared at Damon with a look that read 'I - will - kill - you'. I go and sit on Damon's lap and he smiles proudly.
Klaus got to pick the next game which was 'Never have I ever'. I really hoped he didn't ask questions from centuries ago. "Never have I ever kissed more than 8 guys?" Bonnie asked Caroline, Rebekah and Elena to take a shot.
Stefan questions the group. "Never have I ever played seven minutes in heaven?" Everyone except for me, Klaus, Elijah, Matt and Caroline drink. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see Nik staring back at me. I mouthed 'really?' referring to him and Elijah never playing it. He shrugs his shoulders tilting his head my way and I shrug back at him.
Rebekah jokes, leaning forward a tad in her lawn chair. "Caroline, really. I thought you'd be a girl who would be all over that?"
Caroline shrugs her shoulders explaining. "Tyler took me away from those types of games."
Rebekah came back handing us each a fresh drink, revealing from behind her back in her other hand an empty Bourbon bottle. Becca exclaimed through the woods as the fire snapped and crackled. "Alright everybody, we are playing spin the bottle now!"
Caroline whines a tad. "What are we thirteen again?"
Becca glared angrily at her. "I suggest you shut up, before I shove my heels in your face!"
At that I jumped up standing in front of the original with my hands up. "Becca-" I warned.
Klaus adds on. "You know that won't happen, dear sister."
Becca looked over my shoulder at her brother snipping. "And why not!"
"Because I'd dagger you. We agreed to be civil on Raelyn and Jacob’s birthday!" Nik sits up, glaring at her intensely.
I whipped my head around snarling with golden eyes at my boyfriend. "Niklaus! I thought we agreed no more dagger threats!" He smirked just leaning back in his chair.
The game went back to Truth or Dare where my brother gave it a go towards Rebekah. "Truth or Dare."
She smiles "Dare."
Jacob paused for a moment "Snap off the heel of your boots."
Rebekah throws her arms in the air. "What ? No way!"
Damon points his finger at her, complaining. "I thought we all agreed to follow the 'have to do the dare' rule?" I take a swig of my drink, hoping this won't turn into a fight.
Rebekah raises her tone. "But these are my favorite pair!"
Matt spoke up, stuttering as he took a sip of his drink. "Can't you just get another pair..?"
Silence fell around the group as Caroline, Becca, Elena and Bonnie glared at him.
I just held my cup to my lips where Matt notices asking nervously. "Raelyn - why aren't you angry?"
I tilt my head to the quarterback joking a bit. "Don't like'm Matty. I always thought I'd fall and break my neck if I did." He chuckled, taking a big swing of his drink.
Elijah spun the bottle and it landed on Damon. "Truth or dare, mr. Salvatore?"
"Dare!" Damon challenges with a fist in the air.
Elijah thought for a moment before he came up with the perfect Dare for Damon - that would annoy him, "I dare you to hug Niklaus."
There was complete silence for about a minute before "What!" Damon and Klaus shouted at the same time.
"You can't be serious, Elijah, this is Damon's dare. You shouldn't involve me." Nik growls at his brother.
I started cracking up in laughter, slapping my freehand against my knee. Klaus and Damon both turned their heads to me, since I was sitting in between the pair. They all enjoyed seeing me having fun and laughing so they couldn't hide the grins on both their faces. Shortly after Damon stood up handing me his Bourbon as Nik stood up, and everyone watched them hug one another.
Damon slumped down in his chair, snatching his bottle back grumbling. "I can't believe I said Dare!"
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A, C, H, K, M, U for our boy Ian from FD3!!! Missed you so fucking much B, so glad to see you getting back into it! MWAH.
AHHH BEX ILY THANK YOU HEHE im so glad ive been getting back in the mood to write!!!1 and obviously i lvoe talking about ian <3 so thank you for the excuse hehe >:)
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A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?) 
ian has twitter porn bookmarked send tweet!!!! he has some favorites that are his go to's and when hes watching them he tends to get off waaaaaay faster than normal. he likes to take his time actually, like at least 30 mins before he cums and thats ignorign the possibility of multiple orgasms!!!! he normally just uses his hand but if he wants to pamper himself he'll use a fleshlight or something hehe (on occassion he's used a vibrator but he cums way too quick for him to do it all the time)
C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?) 
TURN ON TURN ON TURN ON. ESPECIALLY if you're the one crying!!!!! he's def cried during sex (probably two times) all because of overstimulation hehe. that's his fave thing to have happen to you as well, seeing you sob from overstimulation or pleasure or frustration just >>>>> it gets him fucking GOING. he will consider it a failed sex session if one of you didnt at least tear up lolz
H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?) 
AWOOGA it sure does!!!! i think ian is more into humiliating than he is being humiliated but this man can take what he dishes u feel me? big fan of making you call yourself humiliating names and stuff during sex and also likes recording you saying them >:) he's into spitting slapping and cumming on your face ALSO he would wear a collar if asked hehe
K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) 
oh he is such a big kisser it makes me ill!!!!! he likes cheek kisses, its very domestic to him and it always makes him blush hehe. Big fan of shoulder kisses too, especially while hes fucking you <3. he will kiss anywhere he can get his lips too on you tbh but he looooves kissing your neck and inner thighs, the reactions he gets is so fucking hot god (ps if you kiss his collarbone you'll get him to whimper)
M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?) 
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes! YES! ian is a big time masochist and loves being on both the receiving and giving end of that pain. he loves getting choked, spanked, scratched, and bit!!!! like just imagine ian under you, covered in hickies and finger-shaped bruises and bite marks looking completely fucked out but he has the biggest grin on his face,,,,,im okay guys im okay
U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all... do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?) 
he is for sure a boxer kind of guy but he absolutely would wear some cute panties, lace thongs, some thigh highs. ian wears boxers daily bc theyre comfy and easy to wear but if you expressed an interest in seeing him in a cute little lace lingerie set he'd be sprinting to the mall (oh yeah hes also a fan of u wearing lingerie too)
THIS IS THE SET HE'D WEAR OH IM RIPPING MY HAIR OUT
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Cruel Summer
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Chapter 9: Flowers in The Ashes
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(Images above are Anika {top} and Bex {bottom}
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Your mood lifted when you laid your eyes upon your best friend since primary school. Her luscious dark hair was pulled up in curlers and she had a face mask on her, somehow always clear, beautifully rich brown skin. Her coffee brown eyes glittered in the sunlight – they squinted as she smiled at you.
“Evelyn!” Anika greeted joyfully.
“Anika, how’s Delhi?” You asked with a happy smile. Anika was in Delhi for a cousin’s wedding. She worked at KFC while going to university to be a social worker so the weekend off from work is well deserved.
“It’s so hot,” Anika laughed. You nodded your head in agreement, pulling your thick dark hair up off your sweaty neck.
“Yeah it’s hot here too,” you empathized. Anika let out a snorted laugh/scoff and shook her head.
“No, Ev. It was forty degrees yesterday and it’s gonna hit thirty-eight by lunch.” Your friend sounded in distress but you knew she was just being a drama queen. You laughed and shook your head.
“An, you visit Delhi every summer,”
“–And each time sucks more than the last!” She exclaimed then took a drag from a cigarette. Her hands shook. You knew why her hands shook, and why she just threw six months without smoking away. And you didn’t blame her.
“I’m under the assumption he’s there,” you uttered flatly. You watched as Anika looked off in he distance. She took another shaky drag from the cigarette then nodded her head.
“Unfortunately,” she muttered back. Sadness filled your chest for your friend but protectiveness of Anika made you subconsciously ball your fingers into a fist, cracking your knuckles as you did so. You despised Anika’s creepy uncle; he always made her feel like a piece of meat he wants to put his dick in. Anika couldn’t go to her parents about this, her uncle was well respected in the family, he makes a lot of money, he has a beautiful wife and seven kids. Of course if Anika came forward about how he makes her feel, she’d be laughed out of the family. You felt truly bad for Anika – she was essentially hopeless.
“Anyways, enough about me. How goes the newest project?” Anika swiftly changed the topic. You knew she was just distracting herself from the problem at hand. And you went along with it without hesitation.
“I had a contractor come by yesterday to give me an estimate for the renovations,” you told her with a sigh. You leaned forward agains the counter. Your mobile phone propped against the coffee canister. The hot morning sun was just above the horizon, casting an oppressive glow in the house.
“How’d that go?” She asked with a cocked eyebrow – she took a sip of her coffee. Your mind replayed the entire sexist encounter in your head. First the contractor believed he was meeting with a man despite you putting your name on the appointment. You didn’t realize Evelyn was a unisex name. Then he kept calling you pet names, which in a casual circumstance would be okay but this was professional setting so they were wildly inappropriate. And then he critiqued some of your design choices as if his opinion mattered. You hired him to give you an estimate and let you know if your ideas are possible.
You chuckled to yourself and nodded, taking another sip of your hot coffee. You gave Anika a contemplating expression and hummed.
“Not good but it could’ve been a lot worse,” you admitted honestly. Anika went to say something but stopped before she could. She turned away, looking off in the distance with her coffee cup at her lips. You followed in suit, looking out the kitchen window but you could still see Anika out the corner of your eye. You nearly choked when you saw she was staring at you from the corner of her eye. You and her made eye contact. You and Anika merely side eyed each other as you both loudly slurped at your coffees.
“Fooking men eh,” Anika declared in a stereotypical Canadian accent. You snorted, coffee coming out of your nose. Anika’s contagious laughter filled the otherwise quiet house. You couldn’t help but laugh with her.
“They’re the worst, honestly,” you claimed with disgust. Anika giggled at you, nodding her head in agreement.
“They’re only good for one thing,” Anika added confidently, giving you a wink. You snickered at her and shrugged your shoulders.
“They’re barely good at that.” You sipped your lukewarm coffee and tried not to snort laugh. All while Anika was uncontrollably giggling, she was in the process of taking a sip of her own coffee but the giggles paused that motion so now she was hysterically giggling with her clear glass mug pressed against her mauve lower lip. But Anika’s laughter suddenly stopped and the sound of people shouting in Hindi in the background.
“Anika, come. Join your family for a change,” said Anika’s mum. The joy in Anika’s eyes slowly died, in fact you saw tears begin to form in her eyes. She cleared her throat and nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll be in, in a minute mum, I’m just talking to Evelyn,” Anika responded, glancing between you and her mum. You could only stand by quietly, drinking your coffee and enjoying the morning overall.
“No, we did not spend almost a thousand pounds for you to be here just so you can keep talking on the phone with someone you see every day back home. End the call. Get inside,” Anika’s mum ordered then the sound of a sliding door slamming closed filled the quiet balcony. Anika frowned and muttered a goodbye to you before ending the call. Anika’s parents are super strict with her; they’re also very much the type of people to play the hot and cold game with her. And she, being the only girl, has a lot to live up to as a daughter and a potential wife but instead she’s flipping burgers and getting a degree just like her two older brothers. But unlike her brothers, Anika moved out. Her parents aren’t very happy about her life choices, then again what parent is? We always want the exact opposite our parents want for us.
You frowned to yourself, picking up your mobile phone and exiting the app. You felt bad for your friend but you didn’t know how to help. Your mum wasn’t overly strict. Hell, compared to Anika’s mum, yours was considered an air-headed hippie. But your mum was clingy - much like Anika’s mum.
You grumbled when you saw it was a few minutes before seven o’clock. You took the last gulp of coffee, setting the empty mug on the counter. You fiddled on your phone a bit to connect your phone to the speakers you set up around the house last night. Of course you started the day with greatest dance song to ever be created; We Didn’t Start The Fire. Of course this was before your time and you prayed someone would do a continuation to this song with everything that’s happened since the end of the first song.
You cranked the music as loud as it’d go then headed through the house to the grand staircase. The house felt hot and muggy. It was another hot day, thankfully the temperature is going down next week.
‘I should open the windows. Maybe that’ll help,’ you thought as you went up the stairs. You wandered down the hall mindlessly. You stopped at the closed bedroom door and sighed. You tapped your knuckles against the wooden door before opening it, poking your head into the bedroom and slowly slid into the room. The room was dark besides the peeks of sunlight coming through the cracks in the curtains.
“Good morning Brahms. It’s time to get up!” you enthusiastically said over the music as you walked over to the window, throwing the drapes open. Bright sunlight poured into the room. You turned around and caught the sight of the doll laying under the duvet on the bed. The doll’s lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling.
You sighed to yourself again, feeling very silly for doing this. Part of you doesn’t believe what you caught, it must’ve been something else – perhaps you caught a frequency from a local radio or police radio.You didn’t want to believe your uncle was here and you have to follow his rules otherwise who knows what kind of mishap he could cause.
Without hesitation, you untucked the doll and picked him up out of bed. You carried him back downstairs as the music played loudly through the mansion. The rule was to play music loudly; that you could do with ease.
You set the doll down at the kitchen table before dancing along to the loud music. You opened the fridge to see what to make for breakfast. You’d done the shopping a few days ago so the fridge and pantry are stocked.
“How’d you like bacon and eggs for breakfast?!” You called out, turning down the music from your mobile. Then you waited.
Somewhere in the kitchen there were two knocks, saying yes to your suggestion. You discovered you can communicate with Brahms through a series of yes or no questions. You ask a question or make a statement and Brahms will knock to signify his response.
You felt so silly for doing all this. When you left home on Monday you told your mum you weren’t going to follow the rules. It’s now Friday and you were following the rules. With everything going on in the mansion, you thought it best to follow the rules. For your safety. You didn’t know what Brahms was capable of and you’d rather be blissfully unaware.
You turned up the music again as you gathered the pan for the eggs and one for the bacon. You sang along to the music, dancing a bit as you cooked.
You tried to distract yourself from thinking about the weird things that have happened – instead you thought about the renovations you were planning on doing as well as the upkeep of the mansion.
‘I should start with the tedious tasks; the main bathroom and guest bedrooms,’ you thought as you made up a plate for Brahms. The mere thought of having to redo the guest bedrooms dulled your day.
You placed the plate of bacon and eggs with a tall glass of orange juice in front of the doll.
“There you go Brahms, bon appetite,” you told him cheerfully. Your music paused when your mobile phone started ringing on the counter. You went over to answer it, seeing it was Becca who was calling. You answered the call, bringing the mobile up to your ear.
“Hey Bex, what’s up?” You greeted your stepsister plainly.
“Mum and dad suck. I need validation,” your sixteen year old stepsister complained. You snorted a laugh, you were thoroughly amused. Bex never answers anyone in a normal way so this didn’t surprise you – but it did amuse you.
“What did they tell you no to?” You questioned. Bex inhaled deeply, dramatically more like it.
“I want to go to Amsterdam with some friends for a week but mum and dad said no. Which is so unfair. I’ve proven to them over and over that I’m responsible enough to handle myself abroad. It’s like they don’t trust me and it’s so frustrating,” Bex bantered. You could almost see her pacing her room at your mum and Adam’s house. You were her big sister for the last five years. Even though you only saw her every second weekend and three weeks during summer holidays, Bex considered you her big sister. You were older than her by a year and a half. Adam got full custody of Bex when she was seven, her mum was going through chemo and couldn’t take care of a child full time. Bex lost her mum three months later.
“Okay first of all, why do you want to go to Amsterdam? What’s there? Secondly, when did you ask them? Thirdly, mum and dad do trust you – you probably just sprung this on them too suddenly. It makes you look suspicious,” you told her, giving her some sisterly criticism.
“A guy I met online is there. He’s at a music festival and wants me to come see him,” Bex explained. You could feel the maternal instincts kicking in and they battled with your sisterly instincts. Part of you wanted to shake her silly and demand to know in what world any of that is okay. But on the other hand, you wanted to pack and bag and go with her to Amsterdam – you were a sucker for a good music festival. That and, it’ll probably be the only way Bex will be able to go in the first place. But you couldn’t just drop everything and go on a mini holiday with your stepsister. Besides, Bex is sixteen, she shouldn’t be requesting to go on an unsupervised trip to meet someone she met on the internet at a music festival.
“See, that’s why mum and dad said no. You are sixteen years old Rebecca McKnight, you have no business even asking to go to Amsterdam to meet up with a guy you met online,” you scolded.
“Ugh!” Bex grumbled before the call ended. You could only stand at the island in the middle of your kitchen and stare off into space – completely mind boggled by what just happened.
You pressed your lips together tightly, placing your mobile phone onto the counter. You decided you’d call your mum later to ask about what’s going on over there. Bex wasn’t a spoiled kid, she was one of the hardest working people you knew. She was in high school still but had an after school job at the local shop. Bex was just…. –unpredictable. She wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted; your mum and Adam, as well as your own dad, would always make it a goal to make your relationship so comfortable that you two don’t hesitate to go to them for anything. You were always a little shy with things, whereas Bex was a whole lot braver. Hence why she isn’t afraid to ask for the most absurd things – like going to Amsterdam to hook up with a boy she met online.
You took a deep breath then let it out slowly, turning around. You gaze landed on the now empty plate and glass sitting on the table in front of the doll. You were on the phone for a maximum of five minutes, how did you not notice someone eating behind you?
You went over to the table to gather the dishes. You had a day to get started, can’t dawdle on the phone all day. But first you had to take care of Brahms. Because that’s what you do now apparently.
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Baldur's Gate 3 Companion!Tav Ask List
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Rebecca "Bex" McQuoid
What if your Tav was a recruitable companion, instead of the main character?  (contains major spoilers for the game, and for some dark urge runs as well)
General
Where can your Tav be recruited?  Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region?  Or are they not recruitable until a later act? She'd be in the Nautiloid crash region. Odds are Tav wouldn't see her on the ship. She would recognize Tav from the ship though. I should note that she's a Mephistopheles Tiefling Bard.
Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav? She's a bard so of course they would. I think Wyll would be a good sport about it if you recruit him first. He'd probably be excited about someone being able to play some old song he longs to hear again. Lae'zel would consider her unnecessary. Shadowheart would be apathetic, but curious. Astarion would already decide she's probably going to be very annoying. (He's right.)
Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions? Astarion: "Why are the murderous ones so hot? That's weird, right? Or am I the weird one? I mean... as long as he doesn't kill us, I don't mind him." Gale: "He is pretty charming. In a nerdy, will tell you everything about his special interest kind of way. I like that about him." Karlach: "Holy shit, she could crush my head with her thighs. I think I love her." Lae'zel: "I'd say maybe think twice on recruiting this one, but I realize I'm in no place to judge anybody here. But still... maybe watch out for her." Shadowheart: "Secretive, isn't she? But hey, she has every right to be. It's just very unnerving when you're relying on each other to survive." Wyll: "You sure he's not too good for us? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to have him around. I just don't know if we're the kind of company he'd like to keep. Well, I should say me. I don't know I'm the company he'd like to keep." Minthara: "Ha! We seriously got the Murder Mommy on our side? I won't complain, but I will be keeping one eye open while I sleep." (You can only do the good route for her to stick around with Minthara.) Halsin: "Gods, did you see the size of him? I already feel safer with him around.... You think he's single? Put in a good word for me, eh?" Minsc: "There's not much going on in that dome, is there? He's awfully sweet though. And I love his little space hamster." Jaheira: "So, we're traveling with a legend now, eh? I've never heard of her, but I'm already impressed. We got one hell of a team here, don't we?"
What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval? She acts irreverent, but she's drawn to good deeds. It won't be hard to get her approval. She also likes someone who has a good sense of humor. If you do something funny, she'll approve. I.E. Drawing on Vlaakith's face.
Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions? She would leave if you kill the tieflings. She is one, after all. She's also got a good heart for all her bluster.
Do they have any secrets that can be revealed?  What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light? I have to keep this one a biiit quiet. I honestly think it would mirror her secret from @thebonnevillegame too closely. (Once season 1 is out of the show, I can reveal more.)
Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game?  Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes? Her side quest would involve some people from her past and some loose ends she has to tie up. It's hard to get into, but it would lead Tav into the dark underbelly of the city. Bex has a dark past they learn a little too much about. It can change Tav's opinion of her or they can believe she's trying to better her life.
What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp?  How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again? Stay: "You sure? You never know when you'll need some good old fashioned bardic inspiration." If you tell her yes, I'm sure: "Alright. I'll be here when you need me." Come: "It's showtime, folks!"
Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight? Generally, she tries to avoid escalating conflicts, especially among her allies.
Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game? There are some people from her past that you can run into. Some of them have a good rapport with her while others don't. The ones she has a bad relationship with can be particularly nasty to her. Bex takes their insults on the chin, but Tav is free to be more offended on her behalf. (It's up to the player.) Some of the other companions are more likely to be angry when she's slighted, especially if she's on good terms with everyone.
Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)  Bex has a lot of stories from her strange life. She's been all over Faerûn and she's encountered a lot of people. Some stories are too spoiler heavy. There are plenty that are stories about "some guy" she knew one time though. I.E. She knew a guy who was almost killed by harpies. Wait, sorry, strike the maybe. He was killed by harpies.
Story Specific
How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor? "You had the dream, too? Hm. I want to believe them. It'd be a lot easier knowing we could trust them. Let's keep our guard up though. Something feels off."
How do they advise the player character on Raphael? "I wouldn't trust a devil. Do what you want, but you better expect shit to go sideways if you make a deal with him."
How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character? She would be concerned, but surprisingly okay with it. "As long as it all stays consensual, I don't have a problem with it. It's kinda hot in a weird way. Does that make me kind of fucked up to say?"
How do they react to the Player Character letting Abdirak whip them? "Whoa! I had no idea you were into this sort of thing. Not that I'm judging."
How do they react to the Player Character taking their first tadpole power? "Full offense, but that was disgusting. How do you feel though? You're not feeling like you're about to sprout tentacles or anything, right? You look... normal."
Will they stay with the Player Character regardless of siding with the goblins or the tieflings, or is it possible for them to leave the party permanently? If you side with the goblins, she will leave and not come back.
What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party? She'd be drinking and probably flirting with one of the other NPCs. She also flirts with the Tav.
Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with?  She's a little jealous if she has high approval, but she's not mean about it. Lae'zel: "Really? No offense to her! It's nothing against her or you. I just... didn't think she'd be interested. Have a good night, champ. Don't let her bruise you up too badly." Astarion: "I don't blame you for going for him. If he was interested in me, I'd be on him like government money on a bad idea." Shadowheart: "Oh. She's cute. Seems a bit prickly though. I didn't expect her to go for anybody. I'm pleasantly surprised on your behalf." You can also spend the night with Bex pretty early on.
Do they have unique dialogue if the Player Character lets them die when they steal the Blood of Lathander? "What the Hells?! I have had you back since day one and this is how you thank me. Fuck me! (sighs) Gods, you're lucky you have those puppy dog eyes. Otherwise I might actually stay mad. You ass. Pull that shit again, you won't be so lucky though!"
How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar? "Huh. You know, I knew a guy once that liked to eat spiders. This is feels kind of normal in comparison." When Tav licks it a second time. "Okay, now you're making it weird."
What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown? When she first sees him, "Dribbles the Clown, huh? I knew a guy once who pretended to be a clown. Turned out he was just a run-of-the-mill serial killer. Who would have guessed, huh?" When Tav tells her to go up, "Ha! Good one... Wait, you seriously want me to go up there?" After Tav says Go on, Bex: "Oh, you bastard. You're going to enjoy this aren't you?"
Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin?  How is Orin's deception revealed?  How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal? Yes, Orin would imitate her. She would let Bex have a mental breakdown involving something from her past, but it would be wildly out of character. It's hard to give specifics at this moment. When Bex is rescued, she'd probably simply say, "How do I keep ending up in situations like this? Thanks, I appreciate you saving my hide." She's a little too used to this kind of shit.
How do they react to the PC either allowing Astarion to ascend or convincing him to spare the 7000 spawn? Ascending: "This feels wrong.... I already miss old Astarion." Sparing Spawn: "I think we did the right thing. Or we just got a ton of people killed. It could go either way at this point. We'll see."
How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer?  Can they offer to become one themselves?  Does their reaction change if they’re romanced?  She'd offer herself up based on how high her approval is. She's honest but accepting if Tav changes. "If it wasn't you under there, I'd be running for the hills. You somehow add some charm to it. No matter what you look like, it's still you." She wouldn't leave you if you became a mind flayer.
How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them? "I'm glad you felt like you could confide in me. I'm scared out of my mind, don't get me wrong, but thank you for trusting me. I'm here for you, come hell or high water."
How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira? "Gods... I get it. Bards are annoying, I should know, I am one. But I feel like there were other options than this!"
If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2? She's one of the weirdly understanding ones. She'd help tie you and keep you company until you came back to your senses. "You think you're the first person to want me dead? (laughs) Listen, you can't get rid of me that easily. Whatever this is, we're getting through it together. Got it?"
Romance
Is your Tav a romanceable character?  Are there any specific requirements to romancing them? Yes, she is. There's nothing super special about romancing her. You just have to get high approval. She's one of the easier people to romance.
Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough? She'd make a move if her approval is high enough. She also takes rejection well if you decide to move on from her.
Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option? She's never been in a poly relationship before, but she's enthusiastic about trying it.
Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party? Yes, you can sleep with her right off the bat at the party. You can also chose a more platonic/non-sexual option.
Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take? In her case, I think there would be just one path.
How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them? She's salty as hell, but respects it. She'll insult Lae'zel, Astarion, and Shadowheart if Tav picks them over her. She can't bring herself to insult Karlach, Gale, Wyll, or Halsin though. She tries, but ultimately gives up. Halsin is "too nice to hate... and too hot." Wyll is "a perfect prince charming" and she can't compete with that. And Karlach is just "awesome" so she gets it.
What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test?  "Listen. Think. When is she most comfortable?" 1. In her tent 2. In the kitchen ★ 3. In her bedroom in Baldur's Gate 4. Out on the open road "Fear sits in the soul of all - to tame it, we must name it. Bex - what is her deepest fear?" 1. Decorative wine stoppers 2. Snakes 3. Running out of time ★ 4. Being trapped or confined ★ "Life is full of victory and loss. You cannot have one without the other. What is Bex's greatest failure?" 1. Losing so much of her life to stupid mistakes ★ 2. Getting captured by mind flayers 3. Not catching that serial killer clown
If they’re poly, do they have a reaction to the PC engaging in a relationship with Halsin? She would never judge anyone for wanting that man. She'd just ask if you'll consider sharing next time.
How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor?  Haarlep? She's less happy about Mizora and Haarlep due to their less trustworthy nature. It's less about being "cheated on" and more about "Really? Them?" The Emperor she has mixed feelings about. She's not happy about it though.
Will they join in with the PC and the Drow Twins, or no? She definitely would. Happily so.
What are Tav’s plans for the future?  Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in? She would be coy. She'd hope Tav would pop the question. She asks them to marry her in a more round-about "No, it's really you're idea" sort of way. She's too scared to be direct out of fear of rejection. If you outright reject her, she'll accept it, but obviously be near tears.
Free space! Share anything from your companion!Tav au! I can't share some of what I want to because of spoilers. Some day I can say more! But not today.
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superblycaffeinated · 10 months
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Summary: the one where Jonas asks Liz out. | GG masterlist | A spotify wrapped request on the old blog - #2 Fantasy by Mariah Carey
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It's A Date:
Elizabeth Sutton / Jonas Anderson
"Baby I'm so into you - Darling if you only knew."
Data. Numbers. Cause and its effects. Charts, facts, figures and solutions to problems. This is what Elizabeth Sutton knows to be true about the world. Reasoning, science, it’s all there in the back of her brain, always. 
So, when Jonas Anderson smiles at her, she knows the science behind why her body turns redder than when she forgets sunblock on a pool day in the Alabama heat. The problem is, knowing the reason why in this case makes it ten times worse, and even her brain didn’t think it was possible to turn that deep of a shade of red. 
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Normally, knowing the reasoning or cause behind something is exactly what she needs to finish her puzzle. The answer or solution is right there in the question. 
There is no solution to the effect Jonas’ smile has on her body as far as she can decipher. 
Absolutely positively dreading how the evening was going to go, Liz arrives exactly only one minute early (because she’s polite even when she’s worried her lunch is going to end up on her shoes if Jonas so much as even thinks about smiling at her) and knocks on Zachary Goode and Jonas Anderson’s front door while holding her breath. 
Zach answers the door with entirely too much flair in typical Zach Goode fashion. A martini glass filled with what she suspects to be orange hi-c, a towel slung over his shoulder, and a grin so wide she can’t help but smile back. 
"Hi, Zach."
“Hiya Lizzie, you okay…you seem…” he gestures to his face, “Flushed?”
So apparently she blushes even when she thinks about his smile now too. Good to know. 
Ignoring the question, she takes a sip of her drink, suspicions confirmed. "Am I the first one here?"
Zach nods his head towards the hall behind him, "Cam's in the bedroom and Bex and Jonas are up on the roof already."
Liz chokes on her juice, "Oh? He’s-they’re here already?"
Zach grins, pointing a finger in her face, “Aha! So it’s Anderson that’s got you all hot and bothered. You know I never would have guessed.”
His tone and smirk tells her that he absolutely would have guessed, has guessed, and has some sort of boyish and ridiculous scheme up his sleeves.
Cheeks flushing deeper, she waves her hands, eyes darting over to the open window in fear of the highly trained operatives just outside and up a ladder hearing.
Zach follows her gaze and leans in, whispering, “Relax, Liz. I promise he’s more afraid of you than you are of him. The guy is so into you.”
Well, what in the world is that supposed to mean?!
Before she can ask, a knock on the door interrupts and Zach executes the same greeting, this time for Macey and Preston. 
Preston grins widely and Macey rolls her eyes, but takes a fairly large gulp and then stares at the glass, "Is this..."
Preston taps his lips together like he’s tasting a fine wine, cocking his eyebrow, "Orange hi-c?"
Zach beams, "Only the best for my guests."
He calls down the hallway, "Cam, everyone's here, do your homework later!"
A quiet pleading cry from inside one of the closed doors, "I'm almost done!"
"That doesn't sound like you're going to do it later!" Zach frowns.
A small sigh from behind the door elicits his satisfied smirk, nodding his head once. He gestures to the open window in the living room that leads out to his fire escape, "Ladies first."
Macey climbs through and when Preston motions for Liz to go she backs away, "Um, I'll go check on Cammie."
Preston shrugs and climbs through. Liz keeps backing away and Zach shakes his head, "Liz, come on, why are you suddenly so freaked out to see him? Did something happen?” Excitement fills his voice, eyebrows wiggling up and down, “What, did you guys kiss?"
Oh my god. She hadn’t even thought about…is it hot in here?  
She takes a sip of her juice again, pulling on the collar of her shirt, looking anywhere but at the window that led to the roof that led to their friends that led to Jonas who would lead to...
Like he can actually feel the spiraling and searching for answers below him, Jonas’ head appears through the window upside down, "Zach, do you have…” His eyes go wide at the sight of her, “Liz, hi, how are-augh!"
He falls from his upside down position, tumbling onto the fire escape with a thud.
Zach raises his eyebrows at Liz, as if to say, ‘Him? He's the guy you're flustered by?’ 
It’s so easy to read Zach. She understands Zach language. She’s even getting a hang of Preston language. But Jonas language is a whole other story. 
Jonas rights himself and fixes his glasses, cheeks flushing red as he steps through the open window. His flannel button down slightly askew and his khaki’s creased. "What'd ya put in the hi-c Goode?"
Zach shakes his head, grinning widely at his roommate, "You're just a talented man, Anderson."
Jonas rolls his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks at Liz, waiting. She can tell he’s waiting, but waiting for what? Why was he looking at her like that? What did it mean? Why?
Liz scrambles backwards, "I was just going to check on Cammie-"
"I'm here, I'm here, no more homework, I swear." Cammie rounds the corner, holding her hands up.
Liz has already fallen back a few steps, when she stops herself, her elbow hitting a lamp and sending it falling towards the ground. Zach and Cammie both go to grab it. Liz can see it all happening before it does, deciding to pencil in ‘dying of embarrassment’ in her planner as Cammie spins Liz’s body away from the lamp. The movement causes Liz to fall into the couch, tumbling over the back in a somersault, her drink spilling across herself as she lands firmly on her butt. 
"Oopsie Daisy."
A hand reaches out to her and she grabs it instinctively and stands, coming face to face, well more like face to chest, with Jonas.
Oh, god.
Zach’s eyes bounce back and forth between Liz and Jonas’ enclosed hands and a smile twitches at his lips, quickly grabbing the now empty glass from Liz’s other hand, “I’ll get you another drink.”
He pulls on Cammie’s arm who mumbles, “ "I'll get you a shirt to borrow,” shooting Zach a suspicious look. 
Leaving Liz and Jonas alone, their hands still intertwined. He looks down at her, shifting his weight from foot to foot, "Hi."
You can do this Liz. Just smile and speak. You can do both of those things, you have done them before. Here we go. Just a greeting. Simple. Easy, say anything back-
"Hi."
Well, perhaps a different word could have been used, but that technically works.
Jonas smiles wider at her, and she thinks, if it’s possible, that her entire body has actually transformed into a tomato. She has ceased to be human. 
Jonas fiddles with her fingers, eyes trained on them as he forces out, “So, I’m kind of…crazy?” He squeezes her fingers and then looks up with widening eyes, “About you I mean! Jeez, this is harder than I thought,” blowing out his breath as he continues, “I…can we…would you maybe…can I…”
Liz tries to keep up, the beginnings of too many questions with an almost infinite amount of ends swirling in her brain, but she loses track, only tuning back in for the end.
"Coffee?"
Had she just been asked on a date and her stupid brain had caused her to miss it? Did he say the date? The time? The place? How had he phrased it? Could he have meant for studying? As friends?
She blinks, he clears his throat, and it’s unbearably quiet for exactly fifty eight seconds. 
Jonas squeezes her hand, letting it drop as he rubs his neck and fixes his glasses again, "You know what, never mind, I made it weird, and I shouldn't have asked you out."
He did. He totally did. He asked her out and she missed it. 
He starts to walk away and she grabs his hand, panic lacing her tone, "Wait!"
He stops, eyes blinking at her owlishly and she clears her throat. Pretending she’s someone with much more confidence like one of her best friends, she dares to ask, "Could you, maybe ask me again? I couldn't shut my brain off and I missed...would you please ask me again?"
He stares at her and she feels like she’s on the opposite end of her microscope. A weird bug he was trying to analyze. A code he just couldn't crack. An anomaly that needed to be studied. A chemical mutation that made you nervous and excited all at the same time.
Heart thoroughly in her stomach, she drops his hand, "Sorry, never mind. Forget I asked you that. It was stupid. I'm stupid."
Jonas grabs both of her hands again, squeezing her fingertips and smiling wider than he ever has and she cannot breathe.
He lets go of one of her hands, pushing a blonde curl behind her ear and she needs to remember the exact movement and how it made her stomach flip as he quietly speaks, "Elizabeth Sutton, you are the furthest thing from stupid. I really like you, do you think maybe sometime soon I could take you out on a date? Maybe we could get a coffee?"
Now, she hasn’t been asked out, like ever, but she’s fairly certain even with her limited data that it can’t get much better than that. 
"Yeah, I'd like that very much."
He grins, "Cool."
She clears her throat, "Cool."
They’re still intertwined, one hand holding hers, one resting in her hair and her heartbeat is erratic as she watches his eyes drift from hers to her lips.
Is he going to kiss her? The data says that his heartbeat should be rising too, and if he-oh my god he licked his lips he’s totally going to-
Cam and Zach return, sending Liz and Jonas apart from each other like they’ve been shocked. It all only causes her to trip on the now moved lamp’s cord, her arms flailing to try to keep her balance. Jonas catches her under her armpits, pulling her up right.
His hands settle and hold flat against her back, chests pressed together as he holds her in a sort of half dip. She’s breathless as she smells his spearmint toothpaste, making note of the brand he uses as she squeaks out, "Would you…want to get that coffee…now?"
He grins and nods, stealing her words, breath fanning across her cheek, fogging up his own glasses, "Yeah, I'd like that very much."
He grabs her hand and they turn towards Cammie and Zach, both standing there with smirks on their faces.
Jonas clears his throat as he walks by. Liz turns around to look at them when Jonas looks away. Cammie shoos her off with her hands mouthing ‘Have fun. Call me later,’ and Zach gives a very non-discrete thumbs up and smile. 
It’s a date. Elizabeth Sutton is going on a date. 
Jonas holds the door open for her and catches her smile and he shakes his head, adjusting his glasses as his cheeks turn red. 
Curiosity has always gotten the best of her so she nudges his shoulder, “What?”
He blows out his breath, clears his throat, and shrugs his shoulders. “You just have a really pretty smile.”
Body flushing even deeper, she leans in on an impulse incredibly unlike herself and kisses his cheek, whispering something she’d only dared to fantasize saying out loud to him, “You have a really nice smile too.”
Smiles and blushing. Cause and effects. If they only knew what they did to each other, the answer to the problem was right there in the question all along. 
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parvuls · 1 year
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ted lasso thoughts and HEAPS of spoilers
current fave eps: ep2 > ep4 > ep1 > ep3. although, honestly? not enjoying this season as much as the other two. we're DEFINITELY in the dark forest.
taking it from the top: this week we're obviously dealing with anger and when it's healthy or unhealthy to express it.
ted first. loved his obsession with sassy telling him he's a mess. I feel like everybody tried to shake ted this season, but it was the wrong approach - ted doesn't respond to being told he should be angrier, or that he has to win. it's not who he is! but ted does respond to people calling him out on not having it together, and the way that translated in this ep was great. he still hasn't cracked open the nate box, but sassy and beard did drive him to finally talk to michelle. although I would've loved him to be more angry, and actually call her out on the unethical aspect of it and how SHE SHOULD'VE TALKED TO HIM ABOUT BRINGING A PERSON INTO THEIR CHILD'S LIFE, and even hear her response - I'm happy that we got some reaction out of him at all.
next up is the team, which, honestly? my favorite part of the season so far. that scene they glare at nate in a row is FUCKING GOLD!!! and yeah, that anger made them play like shit, but I liked that honestly. I think with the whole zava thing and ted falling apart we've veered too far from The Lasso Way. playing just to win or out of hate isn't supposed to work out for you in this show, because the whole point is that being a good person reaps rewards. loved that they kind of took a hit because now we know there's definitely some well earned wins coming their way!
aaaand rebecca. certainly close on the team's heels as this season's star. her choice to express her anger to ted in HIS words (being uhhh a bit too supportive and optimistic haha) was SO good. and her choice not to go to bex to immediately hurt rupert spoke so much about her and what she's been through. her reeling her anger in to tell him to get his shit together for someone else's benefit? incredible, amazing, 10/10.
the whole keeley arcs this season are actually really disappointing me. I'm not a fan of this disjointed storytelling. first there's the roy breakup, which keeley STILL did not get the chance to grieve on screen, and then there's barbara, which seemed like it was going somewhere for a hot sec but in this episode it's like it didn't happen? and then there's shandy, which??? like, yeah, she majorly fucked up now, there were hints this was coming, but WHERE IS IT GOING, one minute she's doing well and one minute she's fucking it all up? and now jack is just another directionless character (although loved the twist of more women in charge). and keeley/jamie????
some interviews almost explicitly stated there'd be more keeley/jamie this season and that it'd become "less clear who should be with who", but, I'm sorry, I'm really let down by this writing. keeley/jamie are obviously not endgame and if somehow they are, this is HIMYM syndrome and the writers are deaf to their audience. which means jamie is just a device to further the keeleyroy drama and it's TIRING, and it's annoying, and he's been doing so well and deserves better. like yeah jamie is more accountable now? but also he and keeley are muuuuch better off as platonic, as evidenced by the growth they've had SPECIFICALLY when not fucking.
last but not least before we touch on nate - the trent slow burn with all the lingering looks on colin are a nice touch. I think the way they toned down the drama from last episode's cliffhanger really puts things into perspective, and lets the viewer observe locker room homophobia from an outsider's pov.
nate, my behated ♥️ the decision to let nate be awkward and fumbling and remorseful again was SO WELL DONE. his transition into a west ham baddie was too extreme, and I simply could not see them come back from it - so letting his soft sides show was just the right call. like, fuck if I forgive him for all his shit? man needs to get some fucking therapy and take accountability for his actions. and ted needs to get the fuck over his trauma and CALL NATE OUT. but this way, with these glimpses of the old nate showing, and his willingness to apologize so early on even before the illusion breaks, I can sort of see how a redemption arc could be possible.
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mr-independent · 11 months
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EP 4, aka the one with the real Tom Selleck vibes
-- Ted work pj's to prom and then went to jail?? The backstory keeps unravelling and it's always fascinating
-- Rebecca either already keeps her gala clothes at the club or she specially shipped them over there just bc she's indecisive and takes the whole day to decide her outfit. Either way, respect
-- the Keeley/Jamie puppy play is just. Weird. Good on him for being an asshole who still goes down on his girl, gotta love it
-- Isaacs suit is fucking stunning and Sam learning the names of all the journos 🥰
-- Ted parent trapping Jamie and Roy is fucking hilarious, especially since that's a 10-top. The other five people at that table are forced to watch this dramatic mess and i for one would pay so much money to be one of them
-- is Beard an actual name, or is it a nickname? Does he have a name? Did Ted rescue him from some weird genius clone experiment? The questions never end
-- idk how anyone didn't think Rupert's appearance was skeevy af. He loses the club to his ex bc he blatantly cheated on her with a uni student, then crashes her first big appearance just to one-up her in an all white suit??? Supervillain behaviour
-- Colin still has a concussion from the club scene the episode before, so this all happened within a week, closer to three days probably. So Keeley gets heart eyes over Roy standing up for the kit man, and immediately starts comparing him to Jamie and finds Jamie lacking. She has a habit of falling fast and hard huh?
-- that was Bex betting on Jamie, right? What a fucking nightmare. The old owner of the club takes over the auction from under his ex wife and gets his new beau to bet on a date with the star player of said club, to the behest of his girlfriend? Also what was Rupert's plan there? Seduce Jamie away from Richmond? He didn't even have a club at that point
-- Rebecca finally trusts Ted ❤️ also him following her out of the auction to check up on her is mirrored later with the karaoke panic attack which is just. Cinematic poetry
-- is it just me or do Jamie's tattoos kinda...appear and disappear at will?
-- they added an intermission to an auction? I know it works plot wise to have Jamie and Roy talk between Keeley bidding on them both, but still.
-- ah right it's not Bex it's Jamie's...plus two? At a different table?? Which Rebecca knew about??? Who is...still Bex????? Which makes it even messier tbh. Your sugar daddy is taking your bid over your plus one to the sugar daddy's ex's auction? Where you're betting against the man's current girlfriend? This is giving me a fucking headache
-- colins wearing a hot pink tie, how fucking gay (affectionate)
-- im sorry i still can't imagine Beard with a ponytail. Literally a single year before the series started. Like, headbanging heavy metal hair? Sure. A ponytail tho???
-- also i Love the scene where Ted chases after Beard after the party bc it really shows the difference in...not quite their personalities but their influences in life. Beard, we know from the Trivia thing and context clues, is somehow indebted to Ted, presumably bc of excessive drug use but that's debatable. He runs from the party a little crazed, a little off kilter, and Ted follows stick straight with an almost cartoony James Bond type of swagger. It's just a very visual way of showing the core of their characters
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Asking for the wrapped: 2
A/N: sorry this took me so long! I took a much needed break from Gallagher Girls (and writing in general the last few weeks) and I'm feeling so refreshed. I hope a story about Liz and Jonas set to Fantasy by Mariah Carey is okay anon 💙
Summary: the one where Jonas asks Liz out. | GG masterlist | Liz's stories | Read on Ao3 if you prefer
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It's A Date:
Elizabeth Sutton / Jonas Anderson
"Baby I'm so into you - Darling if you only knew."
Data. Numbers. Cause and its effects. Charts, facts, figures and solutions to problems. This is what Elizabeth Sutton knows to be true about the world. Reasoning, science, it’s all there in the back of her brain, always. 
So, when Jonas Anderson smiles at her, she knows the science behind why her body turns redder than when she forgets sunblock on a pool day in the Alabama heat. The problem is, knowing the reason why in this case makes it ten times worse, and even her brain didn’t think it was possible to turn that deep of a shade of red. 
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Normally, knowing the reasoning or cause behind something is exactly what she needs to finish her puzzle. The answer or solution is right there in the question. 
There is no solution to the effect Jonas’ smile has on her body as far as she can decipher. 
Absolutely positively dreading how the evening was going to go, Liz arrives exactly only one minute early (because she’s polite even when she’s worried her lunch is going to end up on her shoes if Jonas so much as even thinks about smiling at her) and knocks on Zachary Goode and Jonas Anderson’s front door while holding her breath. 
Zach answers the door with entirely too much flair in typical Zach Goode fashion. A martini glass filled with what she suspects to be orange hi-c, a towel slung over his shoulder, and a grin so wide she can’t help but smile back. 
"Hi, Zach."
“Hiya Lizzie, you okay…you seem…” he gestures to his face, “Flushed?”
So apparently she blushes even when she thinks about his smile now too. Good to know. 
Ignoring the question, she takes a sip of her drink, suspicions confirmed. "Am I the first one here?"
Zach nods his head towards the hall behind him, "Cam's in the bedroom and Bex and Jonas are up on the roof already."
Liz chokes on her juice, "Oh? He’s-they’re here already?"
Zach grins, pointing a finger in her face, “Aha! So it’s Anderson that’s got you all hot and bothered. You know I never would have guessed.”
His tone and smirk tells her that he absolutely would have guessed, has guessed, and has some sort of boyish and ridiculous scheme up his sleeves.
Cheeks flushing deeper, she waves her hands, eyes darting over to the open window in fear of the highly trained operatives just outside and up a ladder hearing.
Zach follows her gaze and leans in, whispering, “Relax, Liz. I promise he’s more afraid of you than you are of him. The guy is so into you.”
Well, what in the world is that supposed to mean?!
Before she can ask, a knock on the door interrupts and Zach executes the same greeting, this time for Macey and Preston. 
Preston grins widely and Macey rolls her eyes, but takes a fairly large gulp and then stares at the glass, "Is this..."
Preston taps his lips together like he’s tasting a fine wine, cocking his eyebrow, "Orange hi-c?"
Zach beams, "Only the best for my guests."
He calls down the hallway, "Cam, everyone's here, do your homework later!"
A quiet pleading cry from inside one of the closed doors, "I'm almost done!"
"That doesn't sound like you're going to do it later!" Zach frowns.
A small sigh from behind the door elicits his satisfied smirk, nodding his head once. He gestures to the open window in the living room that leads out to his fire escape, "Ladies first."
Macey climbs through and when Preston motions for Liz to go she backs away, "Um, I'll go check on Cammie."
Preston shrugs and climbs through. Liz keeps backing away and Zach shakes his head, "Liz, come on, why are you suddenly so freaked out to see him? Did something happen?” Excitement fills his voice, eyebrows wiggling up and down, “What, did you guys kiss?"
Oh my god. She hadn’t even thought about…is it hot in here?  
She takes a sip of her juice again, pulling on the collar of her shirt, looking anywhere but at the window that led to the roof that led to their friends that led to Jonas who would lead to...
Like he can actually feel the spiraling and searching for answers below him, Jonas’ head appears through the window upside down, "Zach, do you have…” His eyes go wide at the sight of her, “Liz, hi, how are-augh!"
He falls from his upside down position, tumbling onto the fire escape with a thud.
Zach raises his eyebrows at Liz, as if to say, ‘Him? He's the guy you're flustered by?’ 
It’s so easy to read Zach. She understands Zach language. She’s even getting a hang of Preston language. But Jonas language is a whole other story. 
Jonas rights himself and fixes his glasses, cheeks flushing red as he steps through the open window. His flannel button down slightly askew and his khaki’s creased. "What'd ya put in the hi-c Goode?"
Zach shakes his head, grinning widely at his roommate, "You're just a talented man, Anderson."
Jonas rolls his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks at Liz, waiting. She can tell he’s waiting, but waiting for what? Why was he looking at her like that? What did it mean? Why?
Liz scrambles backwards, "I was just going to check on Cammie-"
"I'm here, I'm here, no more homework, I swear." Cammie rounds the corner, holding her hands up.
Liz has already fallen back a few steps, when she stops herself, her elbow hitting a lamp and sending it falling towards the ground. Zach and Cammie both go to grab it. Liz can see it all happening before it does, deciding to pencil in ‘dying of embarrassment’ in her planner as Cammie spins Liz’s body away from the lamp. The movement causes Liz to fall into the couch, tumbling over the back in a somersault, her drink spilling across herself as she lands firmly on her butt. 
"Oopsie Daisy."
A hand reaches out to her and she grabs it instinctively and stands, coming face to face, well more like face to chest, with Jonas.
Oh, god.
Zach’s eyes bounce back and forth between Liz and Jonas’ enclosed hands and a smile twitches at his lips, quickly grabbing the now empty glass from Liz’s other hand, “I’ll get you another drink.”
He pulls on Cammie’s arm who mumbles, “ "I'll get you a shirt to borrow,” shooting Zach a suspicious look. 
Leaving Liz and Jonas alone, their hands still intertwined. He looks down at her, shifting his weight from foot to foot, "Hi."
You can do this Liz. Just smile and speak. You can do both of those things, you have done them before. Here we go. Just a greeting. Simple. Easy, say anything back-
"Hi."
Well, perhaps a different word could have been used, but that technically works.
Jonas smiles wider at her, and she thinks, if it’s possible, that her entire body has actually transformed into a tomato. She has ceased to be human. 
Jonas fiddles with her fingers, eyes trained on them as he forces out, “So, I’m kind of…crazy?” He squeezes her fingers and then looks up with widening eyes, “About you I mean! Jeez, this is harder than I thought,” blowing out his breath as he continues, “I…can we…would you maybe…can I…”
Liz tries to keep up, the beginnings of too many questions with an almost infinite amount of ends swirling in her brain, but she loses track, only tuning back in for the end.
"Coffee?"
Had she just been asked on a date and her stupid brain had caused her to miss it? Did he say the date? The time? The place? How had he phrased it? Could he have meant for studying? As friends?
She blinks, he clears his throat, and it’s unbearably quiet for exactly fifty eight seconds. 
Jonas squeezes her hand, letting it drop as he rubs his neck and fixes his glasses again, "You know what, never mind, I made it weird, and I shouldn't have asked you out."
He did. He totally did. He asked her out and she missed it. 
He starts to walk away and she grabs his hand, panic lacing her tone, "Wait!"
He stops, eyes blinking at her owlishly and she clears her throat. Pretending she’s someone with much more confidence like one of her best friends, she dares to ask, "Could you, maybe ask me again? I couldn't shut my brain off and I missed...would you please ask me again?"
He stares at her and she feels like she’s on the opposite end of her microscope. A weird bug he was trying to analyze. A code he just couldn't crack. An anomaly that needed to be studied. A chemical mutation that made you nervous and excited all at the same time.
Heart thoroughly in her stomach, she drops his hand, "Sorry, never mind. Forget I asked you that. It was stupid. I'm stupid."
Jonas grabs both of her hands again, squeezing her fingertips and smiling wider than he ever has and she cannot breathe.
He lets go of one of her hands, pushing a blonde curl behind her ear and she needs to remember the exact movement and how it made her stomach flip as he quietly speaks, "Elizabeth Sutton, you are the furthest thing from stupid. I really like you, do you think maybe sometime soon I could take you out on a date? Maybe we could get a coffee?"
Now, she hasn’t been asked out, like ever, but she’s fairly certain even with her limited data that it can’t get much better than that. 
"Yeah, I'd like that very much."
He grins, "Cool."
She clears her throat, "Cool."
They’re still intertwined, one hand holding hers, one resting in her hair and her heartbeat is erratic as she watches his eyes drift from hers to her lips.
Is he going to kiss her? The data says that his heartbeat should be rising too, and if he-oh my god he licked his lips he’s totally going to-
Cam and Zach return, sending Liz and Jonas apart from each other like they’ve been shocked. It all only causes her to trip on the now moved lamp’s cord, her arms flailing to try to keep her balance. Jonas catches her under her armpits, pulling her up right.
His hands settle and hold flat against her back, chests pressed together as he holds her in a sort of half dip. She’s breathless as she smells his spearmint toothpaste, making note of the brand he uses as she squeaks out, "Would you…want to get that coffee…now?"
He grins and nods, stealing her words, breath fanning across her cheek, fogging up his own glasses, "Yeah, I'd like that very much."
He grabs her hand and they turn towards Cammie and Zach, both standing there with smirks on their faces.
Jonas clears his throat as he walks by. Liz turns around to look at them when Jonas looks away. Cammie shoos her off with her hands mouthing ‘Have fun. Call me later,’ and Zach gives a very non-discrete thumbs up and smile. 
It’s a date. Elizabeth Sutton is going on a date. 
Jonas holds the door open for her and catches her smile and he shakes his head, adjusting his glasses as his cheeks turn red. 
Curiosity has always gotten the best of her so she nudges his shoulder, “What?”
He blows out his breath, clears his throat, and shrugs his shoulders. “You just have a really pretty smile.”
Body flushing even deeper, she leans in on an impulse incredibly unlike herself and kisses his cheek, whispering something she’d only dared to fantasize saying out loud to him, “You have a really nice smile too.”
Smiles and blushing. Cause and effects. If they only knew what they did to each other, the answer to the problem was right there in the question all along. 
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I really appreciate any feedback left here or on Ao3 💙
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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years
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i need to hear more about this au of yours bex!!!! collabs, who else is involved, i wanna hear more if you wanna share?!!
I am more than happy to share! Alan belongs to @lucifers-horror-harem Eleanor belongs to @darkestamralime and Eve belongs to @tinymonsterlover
All my friends have very hot and fun OCs to play with. Under the cut more sex work, camming, toy use and more.
Amber started doing cam work after college. She found out about it being an option and she had to admit it sounded fun, she started it casually, just to see if she could and if the money would be good. She had a good job already, one related to her degree that covered her expenses just fine but this, camming, it was fun, way, way too fun. It scratched a certain itch, Amber exhibitionist tendencies were fully unlocked and she decided to lean into this hard. 
She researches, networks, connects, makes a few friends and she invests. She invests in her streaming space, her outfits, her audience and has been at this for a few years at this point. She is well known, well loved and very, very well tipped. 
Amber loves game nights the best and loves to show off. Some nights where she plays stripper are her favourites, allows people to pay to play music for her to dance to, more money the more clothing comes off, naturally. Her pole skills are ever improving, she puts a lot of effort into learning it and loves the exercise it provides. Another great night is doing full group sessions, people can pay to submit porn clips for everyone to get off together too and Amber will rate your taste. 
Alan Sharpe is someone that she collabs with early on. Mr.Sharpe has some very dom/Daddy/Master/Sir focused content, he also does some straight audio content that does very well and when Amber makes a few guest appearances to help make some of the background sounds more “realistic” his stream numbers go insane. Amber has had him by a few times on hers, particularly on some “game nights”, Alan actually won during an extended game of “Edge To Edge” against Amber and she totally didn’t let him win on purpose or anything like that and he got to choose the direction of the rest of the stream that night. No one complained, least of all Amber. They have a great friendly and working relationship outside of camming. 
Amber is bi as fuck and has a few lovely ladies she does collab streams with, her main two are Eleanor and Eve. With both they go really hard, coordinated outfits and fully planned scenes, toys galore and more dirty talk than anyone could ever reasonably handle. Amber is convinced if she did a stream with both at once she wouldn’t need to cam for two months from the money that they’d make. She is thinking of holding out on that for a big anniversary for her account. To go into a bit more detail, people love how even it is between her and Eleanor, there is a wonderful give and take, a very fun and light energy, like two old friends with tons of stories and banter and lots of orgasms and strap-on use. They vibe and gell super well. For Amber and Eve, people love how intense it can be, Amber loves to laugh and usually keeps it light and fun in general but Eve can bring out this really strong heavier vibe that is a great change of pace, lots of body worship too. 
Now as for Freddy! It was one evening while doing a Q and A where someone asked if there was anyone else that she would stream with and she said with the right person she’d love to. She had gotten into a comfortable routine with who she’d be streaming with so far but if you wanna stay on top you always have to be open and willing to try new things. She says she is open to suggestions and the chat lights up, it’s hard to keep track until someone suggests one name and the whole chat echo’s it. Seems very familiar and she does a quick google and she has seen him around, watched (and cum) to those streams. He does some very hardcore streams, has a whole elbarote set, very BDSM focused and the streams where he invites some girl on to play with are the best ones. She teases that maybe she could be one of those lucky, lucky girls. She reaches out on a whim after the stream that night and guess who is a big, big fan of Amber’s? 
Plans are made for a meet-up to check compatibility and she can hardly wait!
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Memento Mori is finished!! Well, the first drafts at least! But that’s me been able to get the four arcs out of my head, and written. Now comes the arduous task of re-reading and editing the story of Morgana Dodds and the Millennium Citizens! I started this back in 2021 with Part III: Sit Tua Terra Levis for NaNoWriMo, and it was honestly the easiest NaNo I think I’ve ever done. The words just flowed from me, and I smashed the 50K word count (end total: 59077 words). I struck while the iron was hot, and quickly wrote Part I: Mors Immatura over the festive period and into early 2022 (41819 words) and then Part : Summun Nec Matuas Diem Nec Optes in Summer 2022- mostly a week in July when I had some time off work- ending up with a word count of 52876. Part II and IV were the hardest to write for me, as I a) wrote out of sequence, which is something that I don’t do normally, b) pantsed the hell out of the plots, which upsets me as a total planner, and c) both of these stories went completely off-piste for what they were originally supposed to be ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ So, here I am, just finished the first draft of Part IV: Memoria De Valens Vivat Tamque Vestri (57855 words) and I hope I’ve done Morgana proud in telling her story. I’ll take a break, mentally prepare myself for editing, and maybe make a start on my next WIP, or dig through some old fics, and see about doing some rewrites. I learned a lot about myself as a writer with MM: it’s the first story that I’ve written in first person, out of sequence, and have winged without setting up a a load of research and plot-points. Are there parts that I’m not happy with?
Of course!
But I’m hoping that editing (boo!) will help me work out those pesky plot wrinkles. I know now that I don't have to have everything figured out, not everything has to be perfect with  my writing, and I think this project has allowed me to focus on writing, rather than the planning of a story- which is something that I tend to get myself bogged down in! If you’ve read this far into my unhinged ramblings; thanks! I just wanted to mark the occasion for my own posterity! And give myself a wee pat on the back, because, honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever get to this point!
And with that- I’m off to drink some water, stretch my wrists, and take a break from typing!
-M.R. Bex :)
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