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bakugoushotwife · 11 months

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Just Being Neighborly

a/n: y'all gone need the holy water for this one... it was a lovely writing challenge from the one the only @getosbigballsack so if you something with similar themes don't freak out lol. this was super fun and i definitely got carried away LMFAOOO

cw: shew let's see um, threesomes, mfm but the men are involved briefly, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, anal, dirty talk, pet names, slight dacryphilia, size kink maybe? doggy and reverse cowgirl. unedited as usual, i probably missed something im sorry

wc: please im so embarrassed it's 9k

They still remembered the day that you moved in. It was a sunny Tuesday in the middle of the summer, the gentle breeze flowing into their townhouse while they sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch playing Fifa. The sounds of car doors shutting and the roll of suitcase wheels on the concrete sidewalk got Satoru’s attention. He pauses the game, and Suguru groans. The lanky young man trips over himself to lean over his best friend and roommate on the couch, peering out of the window.

“Stop being so nosy and I was beating you.” The other man sighed, moving his long dark hair to his other shoulder so his companion didn’t lay on it.

Gojo huffs in defense of himself, keeping his bespectacled eyes trained outside. Finally he sees you. You walk back to the sleek Cadillac in the shortest yellow polka dotted sundress in existence, cute white pumps elongating your bare legs even more so. He was drooling and he hadn’t even seen your face. “There’s a babe moving in!” He rejoices, maybe a bit too loud through the open frame.

Suguru leans over to pull his mouthy friend out of the window, but you too, piqued his interest. The dress was tight, hugging every curve and accentuating your large bust and wide hips. You don’t notice them watching, too busy pulling boxes out of the trunk and setting them on the sidewalk for you to carry in. Satoru wonders what you do for a living. These were expensive townhouses, the two college students only lived there on the account of him being a trust fund baby.

The more built of the two shoved the other male off his lap, but the lanky man saved himself from falling to the floor. “We should go help her, she shouldn’t carry all that herself.” Suguru suggests like the sweetheart he is. Satoru hums mischievously at the idea.

“What a great idea, I’m sure the babe will be relieved to have two strong young men living so close!” He grins, elbowing his partner-in-crime.

“Y/N, are you done yet?” A foreign voice thunders, the sound of dress shoes clack back out to the car, grabbing their attention. Soon a man in a suit comes into view, folding his arms at you.

You sigh softly and paint your smile on. “Almost, dear. This one’s a bit heavy.”

“Well you packed it all in there, so whose fault is that?” Your husband chuckles, though he’s not kidding. Satoru Gojo’s nose scrunches up.

“Blegh, he’s an asshole.” He sneered.

This time, Suguru Geto had to concede to his best friend, the way the man spoke to you was awful, and he was making you carry everything? Disgusting, “Agreed.”

Satoru gently slapped the other’s chest. “Then let’s go help the babe.” He said excitedly, to which his friend chuckled and shook his head at his eagerness, though he can’t wait to introduce himself to you. The two get up from the couch and slip into their shoes, beginning their descent down the lavish stone steps. He feels a pang of guilt, you’re clearly in a relationship of some sort, but the feeling soon subsides when he remembers his treatment of you. Men like that don’t deserve women like you.

As if his closest friend could read his mind, he elbows him in the ribs. He’s got a cunning smile on his face, and Geto knows that he doesn’t care about your relationship either. If there was one thing you could count on Satoru for, it was unabashed boldness.

“I’m thinking we swoop in right, save this pretty damsel in distress.” He wiggles his eyebrows, pulling his glasses down his nose to give his friend a knowing look. He quickly pushes them back up, though Suguru knows that won’t be the last time his companion will pull that stunt. “Or at least offer our strong shoulders to cry on while we carry all her things.”

Suguru sighed. “Be normal, please, for once.” He pleaded, dark eyes narrowing at the smirk decorating his face.

Satoru rolled his eyes behind his glasses. Sometimes Suguru was so annoying, and absolutely zero fun. If he had to seduce you himself so be it, but he wouldn’t let Geto sweep in later if he didn’t help. “I am normal, you’re the weak one.” He giggled, sticking his tongue out and scooting down the rest of the steps, smiling brightly once the sun warmed his skin. They stood on the same sidewalk as you, shyly observing you unpack the car. You seem frustrated with one box in the trunk, perhaps the same one you mentioned to your…heathen earlier.

Gojo smirks, sharing a glance with the ever-stoic Suguru once more. Hands in pockets of his black basketball shorts, he wears that brazen grin all the way to the Cadillac. Suguru walks slowly after him, eyes trained on the ground ahead of him. He would have to be the gentleman to make up for Satoru’s lack of shame.

The lanky man clears his throat, the summer sun behind him enshrining him in an ethereal glow. You turn to the stranger, taken aback by his almost unnerving beauty. He hooks his glasses on his tight black tee, grinning teeth shining as white as his shaggy white locks.His gaze is the clearest blue you’ve ever seen, you can see the clouds from above you reflecting in his matching sky colored eyes. You arch your brow, unsure what to make of his approach. Just as he’s about to speak, a second man appears. He’s not quite as tall, but his shoulders are broader and features warmer. He smiles softly, black eyes carefully analyzing you. He folded his arms over his chest, abs clearly defined beneath the opaque wife beater. He jutted his chin out to your boxes, but it’s the first visitor that speaks.

“We noticed you could use some help, miss.” He smiles, icy stare shamelessly raking over your figure. Your cheeks warm under his gaze–no, surely it’s just this summer heat. You’re happily married, moving into these lovely townhomes because of your newlywed husband’s success as a District Attorney. Maybe he wasn’t the most attentive husband–or even the nicest, but he was paying your way and you didn’t have to lift a finger. He did right by you, so you tell yourself. But you must admit, the two young men were right. There was no way you could get that damn box out of the trunk, much less carry it all upstairs to your new dwelling.

“Oh, well, yes actually. Thank you…?” You say, arching a perfect brow at them. Gojo nearly let out a dreamy sigh, your face was just as perfect as the rest of you. Your brows were immaculately manicured, lashes full and framing enchanting doe eyes that looked at them so expectantly. You were so tempting it was hard for even Suguru to be respectful, sweat beading at your chest so deliciously he had to readjust the gray sweats hanging low on his hips. Satoru hummed, amused by the scene.

“I’m Satoru, this is Suguru. We live here!” He shared as if it were a treat just for you.

Suguru stifled a groan. “It’s always nice to welcome new neighbors. May we ask your name?” He asks, leaning forward slightly. You leaned against the bumper of your car, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. They were handsome and not much younger than you if you had to guess. They were certainly capable of helping you carry these last few boxes. There was no harm in introducing yourself. So why did you feel so guilty?

“Oh, I’m Y/N Robertson, it’s lovely to meet you. I’ve been struggling with this box for a while!” You chuckle nervously, patting the offending weight and stepping out of the way for one of them to grab. The white-haired man nodded, showing no signs of regret, repeating your name aloud.

“Y/N Robertson. Was that jerk your husband?” He asks, the permanent glimmer of amusement twinkling in his eye.

You gasp softly and Suguru’s eyes widen. “I apologize about him, he has issues. I think he was born without a filter.” Suguru apologized, glaring at his counterpart.

Jerk? Is that too far off the mark? It had been such a stressful move, you did mostly everything yourself, your husband working fourteen hour days and refusing to lift a finger when he was around. You were mostly embarrassed that these two had noticed his treatment, not wanting their pity. “He’s…he’s just been busy with work. But yes, he is my husband.”

Satoru clicked his tongue, walking forward to effortlessly lift the burden you had been struggling with for the past twenty minutes. “That’s a shame, Y/N. A princess like you doesn’t need to be carrying something like this. But don’t worry, we got ya.” He winks.

You avert your gaze to the other man, almost seeking solace in his peaceful presence. He’s wearing a faintly smug expression as he lifts the stack of boxes on the sidewalk. Suguru only nods his agreement. “Which one’s yours?”

You think about it, pulling out your phone to look at the paperwork.. “I’m sorry, I forgot, I’m pulling it up…” You mutter, taking your lip between your teeth. The men share a look. You were adorable.

“Take your time, we’re fine.” Suguru insisted, giving you another warm smile. It soothes your nerves only slightly and stokes the fire elsewhere.

Gojo nods. “Yeah, we’re super strong. Don’t worry.” He says, admiring your manicured nails tapping away at the screen of your device.

You allow yourself to giggle at this, you could tell they utilized the location’s gym facility a lot. Satoru’s black shirt hugged him tightly, swells of his biceps bulging against the hems. He grins at the gift of your laughter, smirking at his friend. Suguru chuckled through his nose, shaking his head at how easily his roommate flustered you. You hiss in celebration.

“Yes! I found it, sorry. It looks like I’m in…408!” You say without realizing. Your innocent eyes blink up at the tall pillars that were your new neighbors and current assistants. Satoru looked like a kid in a candy shop, and Suguru smirked in silent celebration.

“Right across the way from us. How divine.” Satoru chuckled, turning to make his way up the stairs with the weighty box. “It looks like you’ll be seeing a lot of us!”

Suguru hummed. “I’m sure we’ll make great friends.” He said, slowly striding after the energetic man. You just padded behind them, watching Suguru’s back muscles glean with sweat, long hair swaying slightly as he trods along the steps. You felt ashamed, eyeing them this way, but it was hard to miss the way Satoru’s shirt rode up to reveal his own toned abdomen and white patch of hair leading to the shorts sliding down his slender hips. You bit your lip and averted your gaze, telling yourself it was just because of the growing wedge in your marriage. You just needed to escape their lingering gazes and deviant smugness.

Later that evening, the men sat on the same couch that they discovered you on, deciding to play the long game. Your husband was a tool, you were practically in heat just from their eyes on you. It was clear he wasn’t giving you any of the things you really needed.

That was a year ago now, the two college boys are more than in your favor by now. You brought them a tupperware of muffins the very next day, and it kind of became your trademark. You took good care of them, bringing them dinner some nights and supposed “leftover” baked goods. They wondered if your husband even noticed that you started cooking for four. They found any and every excuse to visit you during your husband’s long workdays, often spending the entire afternoon with you.

When they weren’t with you, they were thinking of you, talking to each other about what they would do when they could share you. They could hear everything through the thin walls, every fight you had, every tear you shed, every orgasm–though they could tell they were faked. It was painful, biding their time until they could make their move, just hoping that the moment presented itself soon.

Luckily, they didn’t have to wait much longer. It was another regular day, the two were working on some household chores when a door–your door–slamming caught their attention, followed by crying and two voices screaming at each other.

Satoru dropped the plate he was washing with wide eyes, scrambling for the peep hole. They’ve heard the arguments, but none of them had spilled into the hallway, or had been filled with such emotion on your end. This time it was your husband who cowered in front of you as you screamed and threw his things out of the home.

“Cheating bastard! You cried, face reddened from all the stress, no doubt. Suguru turns the washing machine on and makes for the door too, fighting with Satoru to see.

“Honey please–it was a one time—”

“Oh don’t bother. She sent me everything! This is on the fucking news, you absolute ass!” You huff, shoving a suitcase into the hall. At that, Satoru scrambled to the couch, flipping on the television and pilfering through the channels until the news displayed the reason for such an argument. Even he was shocked, a cheating scandal for the ages. Suguru’s heart dropped as the reporter spoke:

“District Attorney Joel Robertson caught in a blazing hot scandal this evening. The other woman tells all! His secretary leaks the sex tapes–claiming this affair has been going on for years.”

“How could he cheat on her??” Satoru is puzzled, yet grateful. Your dumbass husband has finally given you a reason to leave. It was only a matter of guessing when you would bang on their door.

Suguru sighs, he never wanted you to be hurt. He knows that Satoru isn’t necessarily thinking about it that way, though he can’t deny the twinge of excitement in the back of his mind. Your dollhouse of a marriage would be over, and he had the perfect idea for revenge.

“Sex tapes, huh?” Suguru muttered, muscular body pressed into the door to watch your husband pick up all his things strewn about the hallway. He didn’t even look guilty, seemingly fine with your pained tears. You slammed the door in his face.

“I never want to see you again! You’ll get papers soon!” You yelled from behind your door. Your husband rolled his eyes.

“Yeah? Well good luck paying for a place like this with no job, you insufferable piece of work.Or finding anyone better than me.” ” He chuckled, the suitcase rolling down the marble hallway and your tears being heard loud and clear after Satoru clicks the TV off.

“Sex tapes.” Satoru confirmed with the shake of his head. He realized how this had to be affecting you, pressing his face against Suguru’s to try and peek out of the peep hole for any movement within. “How horrible. The secretary’s an ugly anyway, they belong together.” He snorted.

Suguru side-eyed him. Satoru said every thought that crossed his mind, his friend was convinced, however it was hard to disagree with some of his wild statements. This was one of them. You were way out of your husband’s league. He treated you like garbage and then had the nerve to cheat after not even being able to please you? Disgusting. Vile.

“Should we…?” Suguru poses aloud, not able to stand the sound of your cries much longer.

Just as Satoru nods eagerly, your door flies open again. This time, you march right across the hallway, raising your pretty fist to knock on their door. Suguru’s lips part in surprise, but you hesitate to actually connect with the firm barrier between you and them. It was almost like the point of no return, the building tension that started the day you moved in would all come to a head if you crossed the threshold.

You bit your lip, looking back at your entrance. Maybe you should just go back, you were just emotional and seeking out the only comfort you could think of, right?

Satoru flings the door open, not giving you the chance. You’re face to face with the two, realizing they probably saw everything. Your cheeks heat up, your raised hand slowly lowering to your side. You must look a mess, hair disheveled from the countless times you raked your hands through it, eyes red and puffy from crying, tear stains on your cheeks. You make a strangled sob noise, looking at them so sadly it pulls their heartstrings.

Suguru steps forward, reaching for you. “We heard, we’re so sorry..” He says, and you can see his sympathy for you written in the warmth on his face. You put your hand in his, the feeling of human contact with someone who actually cared was almost enough to make you cry again.

Satoru huffs, leaning against the doorframe. You’re almost caged between them, feeling their body heat radiating off. His face is embossed with displeasure, eyes darkened in the same way the sky does before a storm. “He’s a piece of shit. Doesn’t deserve someone like you anyway, sweetness.” He says with a look of disgust, shaking his head.

Suguru covers your hand with his other one, dark eyes bouncing between yours, like he’s trying to figure out what you were thinking. Truthfully, you were embarrassed more than anything. It was one thing to be in a loveless marriage, it was another for that fact to be known across town thanks to your husband’s low morals and high notoriety. You would be a laughing stock.

“I’m just…embarrassed! I’ll be known around town as his poor wife. I hate that, I don’t want their pity or laughter…just so embarrassing.” You mutter, looking toward the ground. The sentiment makes Satoru pout. Oh how he just wanted to comfort you, for Suguru to lead you into the apartment where you would stay with them forever.

Suguru frowns. He could tell your tears weren’t for your broken heart, but your devastation. Your reputation on the line, betrayed by a man who had never treasured you. He glances at Satoru, who’s just staring at you with such longing the dark-haired man can’t take it. “We can help you embarrass him, if you’d like.”

His eyes widen. The words fell from his lips before he could think the better of it, but now you’re looking at him with those pouty doe eyes in confusion, and Satoru has to save the day, picking up your other hand.

“Yeah, he’s right. We’ve been listening to you fake orgasms for a year now. Dude has some nerve makin’ tapes like he knows what he’s doing. We could really show him.” Satoru chuckles, leaning down from the door frame. You can smell his cologne, something minty with almost a hint of chocolate. He does know what he’s doing, invading your senses like this. His warm body and gorgeous eyes that have been undressing you since the day that you moved in paired with his scent and touch was overwhelming in the best way. Especially with the firm but comforting grip that Suguru kept. His hands were calloused from hard work, cradling the softness of your hand like a newborn. He leans closer too, waiting for some sort of response from you. His dark hair fell in layers around his face, accentuating his strong jaw and cheekbones, pale pink lips smiling softly. He smells of bourbon and cinnamon and some sort of expensive shampoo, the two of them so different and beautiful in their own ways–and both wanting you.

“What did you..have in mind?” You squeak, your neighbors and acquaintances grin at each other. You didn’t even question their eavesdropping, knowing that they’ve been craving you since that summer sunny day.

Satoru hums in pretend thought. This was only for show, they had determined what they wanted to do moments ago when they shared that glance. “Make a sex tape of your own, with men that can actually make you cum.” He let a laugh out through his nose.

Your eyes widen, you open your mouth to speak but find that you don’t know what to say. Have you had a few wet dreams about a moment like this? Maybe, but that didn’t take the surprise out of their reciprocal desire. You looked to Suguru to search for any hint of his friend teasing you, but the man only squeezed your hand and smiled smugly. He could sense your doubt, and it was precious.

“He’s not joking. We’d love to help you get revenge, dear.” He doubled down, the air around you growing heavy and charged with an energy that made your stomach drop, butterflies replacing your insides. Satoru steps out of your way, and Suguru angles his body the same way. You can pass right between them and enter their townhouse. You nibble your bottom lip, a nervous habit they had picked up on. “No worries, though, if you don’t. We’re here for you irregardless.” Suguru adds on the end, not wanting you to think you must. They wanted you to want to.

And Satoru sure hopes you do, his gray sweatpants growing tighter at the thought of having you today, and under such circumstances! They hadn’t considered making films with you when discussing their fantasies, but he was definitely down with the idea. He smiles and nods, taking his lip between his teeth to mirror your nerves, but his was anticipation.

Suguru is highly perceptive, he’s hoping you say yes if only for his best friend’s sake. You wrack your brain, you should say no. There’s no way that this can end well, but your desire has piqued. They were right, your husband was horrible at sex, and you’ve been wondering what Satoru’s slender hands would feel like on your body, thinking about Suguru’s sweet smile pressed into your skin instead. Your stomach tingles at the thought, and you know what you want. You want to give in to your desire, you want to be with the men that had actually taken care of you for close to a year, and you wanted your soon to be ex-husband to see how good they could make you feel.

You take a deep breath and squeeze through their bodies to enter their home. It was clean, like always. They tried to be better about that when you started eating dinner with them. You set your phone down on the table, taking a seat on their couch to blink at them expectantly.

They shared another look, but this one was one of surprise. There you were, in their house waiting for them to fuck you. They had dreamed of this, and now it was happening. Gojo wastes no time, smirking and coming back inside, pulling Suguru in with him and shutting the door. You don’t miss the sound of the lock clicking, though it made you giggle at his eagerness. He takes his shirt off to avoid having to do it later, and you bite down on your lip again. Though this time it’s because he’s incredibly sculpted, as lean as he is.

His skin is pale and scarred, you wonder from what, but it only added to his beauty. Every muscle was defined, down to his v-line. You can’t help but notice the ache in his pants, and you nearly sigh dreamily. It’s almost embarrassing how your core throbs, and this was just one of the two. Suguru picks Satoru’s shirt up off the floor, setting it on the coffee table instead. He takes a seat on the couch next to you, and you fight the urge to request his shirt be removed as well. You smile shyly at him, and he chuckles, reaching his hand out to hold your chin. “We’re gonna take good care of you, baby.” He insists, thumbing at your bottom lip.

Your eyes stare up at him expectantly, taking in the lustful gaze he finally reveals. His dark eyes become half-lidded and focused on your pout. “Can I kiss you sweet girl?” He asks, sharp brow arched.

You nod eagerly, feeling the cushion on your other side dip with the weight of the other male. He must have set up the camera, surely he wouldn’t allow Suguru to beat him to the punch. Much to your surprise, he only sets his hand on your hip, leaning forward for a better view of his best friend’s mouth covering yours. Geto’s lips are rough like his hands, in a good way. His tongue is warm as it laps over yours, his large hand still holding your jaw. You can feel Satoru’s hands knead at your thighs, but he’s not protesting. He doesn’t even protest when Suguru’s other large hand slips under your ass to pull you up into his lap. He just scoots closer to keep you sandwiched between hard bodies.

“Yeah this is hot.” Satoru groans, palming himself over his pants when Suguru gently hikes your skirt up so he can access more skin, his thick fingers digging into your doughy flesh. You could feel his lips curl into a smile at his friend’s encouragement, kissing you harder. Your senses were overwhelmed, though you expected and wanted that. He tasted so good, letting your tongue dominate his just for the enjoyment. He nearly chuckles at your eagerness, it seems their desire wasn’t one sided. Your hands tug at his shirt, so he lets you catch your breath so he can yank it off. “Ah, you gotta match us, angel.” Satoru grins, nimble fingers playing with the hem of your tank top.

You blush, knowing you have no bra beneath. It was still too hot to wear layers, though your body felt like it was at the highest temperature it had been in a while. You’re so pretty, Suguru thinks, watching you peel your tank top off, bare chest to them. Your tits were perfect, nipples hardening before their very eyes. Satoru groaned, reaching to cup one of your breasts. Suguru’s lips latch onto your neck, his hands still kneading at your thighs. You can feel your cunt dampen as Satoru dives forward, sucking your pebbled bud in between his teeth. You gasp softly at the sensation, Suguru’s eyes open, watching his roommate fondle your tits and feeling you writhe in his lap only made his hardness nestle into your side, making you gasp again. Both of them were going to be huge, and you didn’t know how you would be able to handle it.

Suguru snaps you out of your thoughts, rotating you in his lap just a little. Your back was flush against his chest, the skin almost burning where you connected. His muscles made you feel like you were sitting against a wall. If not for his warmth and the bulge settled in between your asscheeks, you may have thought you were. Satoru hums, pleased with having more access to you, his tongue swirling your sensitive bud. His fingers pinch the other, the slight pain sending shockwaves through your body, causing you to arch into his mouth.

Geto chuckles, his hands still stroking gentle paths from your thighs to your hips, where nothing but your skirt stopped him. He arched his brow, jerking the fabric to sit around your waist. “No panties either, sweet girl?”

Satoru pulled away from your chest at this, a thin string of saliva stringing from his plump pink lips to your breast. “Oh dollface, I’m beginning to think you got ready for us.” He chuckles, the sound bright and bubbly as he scoots back on the couch to gaze at your newly revealed pussy. Your head spins from the way they look at you, like you’re a precious jewel. You feel drunk on the mix of their touches, where one was sweet and warm the other was rougher and icy. Suguru continues to press sporadic kisses to your neck and shoulders, trying to find your sweet spots. You whine so darling when he finds them, he can’t help but smirk to his best friend as your eyes flutter shut from the simple pleasure of him kissing your neck and the white-haired boy’s grip on your knees to spread your legs. He groans at the sight of your slick cunt, nodding to Geto.

“She’s soakin’ Sugu. Hope you don’t mind but I gotta taste.” He hummed, his svelte fingers spread your lips apart and you shiver from the cold air being blown on your center. Satoru giggles, you were so cute like this, wiggling on Suguru’s lap and craving more of them by the second.

Suguru nodded his permission, obsidian eyes locked on his friend’s sapphire ones. He thought the boy’s excitement was adorable, and yearned to watch the enjoyment of both of you. The lanky boy cooed his happiness and leaned forward to lick a fat stripe down your center, moaning at the taste. Your head fell back on Geto’s shoulder, hand flying to tangle up in white tresses. He giggles again, relishing the way your body responds to him. He does it again, humming at the intense lust in Suguru’s eyes and your sweet gasp.

“Stop playing.” Suguru warned, biting marks into your skin to give you some pressure and pleasure since his counterpart wanted to toy with you.

Gojo pouted, but you nodded your head in agreement. “No fun.” He huffed, but dipped his head down to your core for the count this time. You didn’t want him to tease? Fine. He won’t. But just remember that you asked for it. His tongue plunges in your weeping hole, his fingers assisting him in drawing circles around your clit. You moan softly, body jolting at the sudden intensity. Your hips rolled, fucking yourself on the muscle.

Suguru hums at the sight, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you from moving too much. It was clear your ex didn’t know how to treat you sexually, either. You feel his warm breath in your ear, Satoru’s fingers replacing his tongue, pushing his long fingers straight to your spongy spot. Your vision spots from that alone, not to mention his lips suckling your nerves. Suguru watches every move, impossibly turned on by the two of you together.

“You’re so beautiful with his mouth on you like that, sweetheart. Do you like it?” He coos, collecting all your hair and brushing it over your shoulder so he could see all of your perfect face. You nod quickly, and Suguru chuckles, a deep rumble that you can feel in his chest against your back. He realizes that you’ve lost the ability to speak just from Satoru. It’s sweet, but he knows you’re in for one hell of a time.

“You sure you can handle both of us, dear? I don’t want to overwhelm you.” He asks, eyes focused on the animalistic way Satoru devours you. His mouth was a mess of your arousal, tongue swiping his lips to keep your taste.

You were already overwhelmed, but it was the best feeling of your life. You didn’t know how you would please both of them, but you knew you could. So you nod.

“Use your words for me then, sweetheart. We’ll do the color system, m’kay? Green is all good, yellow for slow, red for stop, can you do that for us?” He says, running his fingers through your hair. Your eyes meet Satoru’s, who also seems to be waiting for a reply. You nod again.

“Yes, ‘m fine, green all good.” You mutter, grinding your pussy against Satoru’s nose even though he was buried in your cunt. He sucks on your clit again, but it makes your stomach jump and your hips rock faster so they know you’re close to your first real orgasm in who knows how long.

Geto hums his approval, tightening his hold on your waist. “You gonna make her cum for us, Sato?” He inquires, every touch flaming hot. Gojo nods, teeth scraping your bud and it’s all you need to topple over the edge. Suguru’s hands go back to your hips, your fingers tugging on the other boy who still lapped at your nectar. He hums his enjoyment, sitting back on his knees and winking at you.

“You can pull my hair all night long, angel.” He says, watching your hole clench around nothing. How cute. He flickers his gaze to the man holding you upright, arousal nearly dripping off his tongue. “I think she needs a little break, you wanna taste?” He asks, which confuses you for a moment. How could he give you a break if they were going to swap?

Geto hums. “Of course I do. Come here.” He says, smirking at your bewildered gaze on them. Satoru grins and leans over you, planting his lips on the man who asked. You gasp softly, the sight more arousing than you’d like to admit. It wasn’t necessarily surprising, as they seemed pretty attracted to each other, you just felt ashamed for getting off on it. But you can’t help it, the way they hummed their satisfaction against each other’s mouths was melodic, Satoru opening his mouth for Suguru to utilize how he wants. The latter holds his jaw in similar fashion to the way he held yours earlier, controlling the space between them. He pulls back a little, mostly just to view your arousal covering Satoru’s bratty face and to look over at your awestruck features. He smirks at this, his tongue darting out as he brings Satoru’s face back to his, though they don’t kiss. Satoru whimpers as Suguru licks the sides of his mouth, cleaning all your natural honey off his best friend’s face.

You gasp softly, not able to stop yourself, “That’s fuckin’ hot.” Satoru chuckles, his hand closing around Suguru’s wrist so he could turn his head in his grip.

“I agree baby girl. He just had to taste you on my tongue.” He grinned, though that was the exact truth. The flavor of the two of you combined was driving him crazy. His dick throbbed painfully, and he didn’t know how much of this he could take. He releases Satoru in favor of fisting his hair.

“Let me get her other hole ready.” He demands, and only Satoru knows what he means. The white-haired boy grins devilishly, sitting back on the other end of the couch. He wiggles out of his pants and tosses them over his shoulder, cock slapping his eight-pack.

He looks at you with that same bare-naked stare he gave you the day you met, his smirk unfaltering. “Lean over and suck my cock, baby. He wants to see it and he's gotta get your ass ready.” He giggles softly, his large hand wrapping around his own length to keep it from aching. Your eyes flicker to the cock in question, aggravated red tip oozing pre-ejaculate down his prettily veined shaft, curving upwards to abuse every spongy spot. He was much bigger than your ex, you knew it would take some time to adjust. Nonetheless, you eagerly slip off of Suguru’s lap, getting on all fours. Suguru takes the opportunity to free his cock from his pants, sitting on his knees so he had a bird’s eye view of you crawling toward Satoru.

Gojo nearly vibrates with excitement, moving his hand away from his length so you could take over. He suddenly pouts when your pretty eyes look up at him, he’s realized he still hasn’t kissed you yet. “Oh no sugar, Can’t have you suck me off if I haven’t even been a gentleman.”

He hums, sitting up so he could meet your lips. He was greedy with his kiss, lips hungrily moving over yours. You respond in kind, hand resting on the back of his neck where your fingers just brushed over the soft fuzz of his undercut. He moans softly, clearly enjoying the way you play with him. He pulls back with a loud smacking sound, resting his back against the arm of the couch once more, hands folded behind his head. Suguru rolls his eyes at Satoru’s showmanship, but he watches anyway.

“Much better, go ahead, hot stuff.” He coos, looking rather satisfied with himself. Your face is why, so drunk on his kiss that you sit back on your knees and hover over his tip, squealing in surprise as Suguru holds your waist. You can feel his length rubbing against your thighs, positioned under your cunt. His tip collides with your clit so perfectly when you rock back on him, your hips doing so automatically. You moan softly at the feeling, and Suguru hums as your arousal continues to drip around him.

“I’m gonna fuck you while you give him head, sweetness, ‘s that good with you?” He asks, praying you say yes. He didn’t want to throw too much at you at once, but his dick was beginning to hurt. He sighs happily when you nod. You bite your lip, knowing you were about to feel unimaginably full. You turn your head to peek at his size, finding him not as long but nearly twice as girthy as the dick you hold in your hands. And you already needed two hands for Satoru. You sigh, Satoru’s slender fingers grabbing your chin to pull your focus back to him.

“Don’t worry ‘bout him angel, I got you soaked enough to take him.” He brags, squeezing your cheeks between his grip. He giggles at your smooshed face and hums, bringing your chin back down to his tip. You batted your eyelashes at him, watching his face carefully as you stick your tongue out and take him into your mouth. He groans at the relief of your warm insides, ego stroked when you gag just halfway down his length. He can feel himself in the back of your tight throat, eyes fluttering shut when you start to bob your head along him. Suguru smirks, enjoying the sight. He can see the muscles twitch in Satoru’s stomach and he can feel your pussy lips move on his dick leading him to believe you’re clenching around nothing.

He can fix that. He palms your round ass, relishing the way you push yourself back into him while easing more and more of Satoru’s dick down your throat. It’s gorgeous, Gojo’s soft moans and the choking gags of you trying to take all of him. Your throat squeezes him perfectly, his hand coming down on the back of your neck to keep you there. He forces his eyes open, wanting to remember the way you look with his cock stuffed deep, tears rolling down your face. All three of you have forgotten about the camera, just performing for each other. Satoru can tell when Suguru plunges in by the way your eyes widen and you temporarily stop moving. Though you don’t have much a choice once Suguru starts rolling his hips against your asscheeks. The burn as he stretches you out is delicious, making you moan around Satoru. He moans in return, the vibration of your voice going straight to his balls. He can’t help but slightly buck into your warm mouth, Suguru’s slow thrusts giving you time to adjust.

You clench around him and that sensation alone is so good he almost moans. Satoru wasn’t lying, he made sure you were absolutely drenched to make accommodating his friend’s size as easy as possible. Your walls were still so choking and spongy, he can feel a tingling sensation shoot down his spine. He watches you get used to him, your hips slightly wiggle back for him, and you resume bobbing along Satoru. It was hard to breathe with such a task at hand, you took deep breaths through your nose, but you still felt dizzy as Suguru picked up his pace.

Satoru watched the pleasure wash over Geto’s face, the man’s eyes closing and mouth dropping open. It was so hot, especially with the way you squeezed around him. It was too much, he knew he wouldn’t last long like this. Your pretty face at his cock, burying your nose in his snow colored pubes paired with Geto’s soft grunts as he plows into you and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was sending him hurtling towards the finish line and he didn’t want this to end yet. He didn’t want to shoot his load in your mouth—not this time anyway.

Suguru settles into a regular pace, trying not to falter when you squeeze down on him like this. His thrusts are powerful, pushing you into Gojo’s trimmed bush with every rock of his hips. The men are rewarded with the sweet sound of your gags, to which they both cherish. He tries to be gentle as he gathers some spit on his fingers, tentatively sliding the spit around your tight ring while he keeps you drunk on dick. You mewl softly as his thick index slips in, both holes squeezing on him so fucking good he groans. Suddenly, there’s a rubber band ready to snap in your gut, making you gasp around the girth keeping you from speaking, as if you could do much of that anyway.

The man responsible hums, giving your ass a gentle smack. “Gonna cum for us again baby?” You nod along Satoru, and he beams with satisfaction. “Go ahead, get my dick nice and wet for me.” His words are so lewd that you can’t help but obey, gagging on Satoru as you try to cry out. The slender boy can’t handle it, biting down on his lip to avoid the inevitable.

“Sugu, not gonna make it like this..” Satoru says in a whiny tone, watching your ass ripple into Geto’s hips and your face contort in added bliss. Suguru peeked at his friend’s pouty face and chuckling at the blown pupils and flushed cheeks of the bratty male.

“That’s fine bubs, we’ll change it up. I’m sure that throat needs a break.” Suguru hummed, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. He didn’t want anything obscuring his view of your perfect mounds. He lightly spanked the flesh, relishing your little squeal. He treasures his last few pumps of you, knowing he would give his whiny counterpart your sopping hole. Satoru releases your hair, smiling brightly at the sight of your ruined face.

“Now those are some tears I can get behind, princess.” He coos, thumbing them off your pretty face. He brings your mouth back to his, not willing to give you any time to breathe. You’re gasping against his lips, but your hold on his shoulders begs him to come closer. Suguru continues prodding your hole, spitting on the second entrance of yours he’d be taking. He slips a second finger in, and you don’t complain. You sigh into Satoru’s mouth and tug at his hair, lips smacking against each other's messily. Geto loves watching this, his other hand stroking his aching erection.

Satoru watches his friend, trying to sync his timing to his. He was only trying to keep you occupied so the other man could work your asshole, knowing it would be a big stretch, Satoru was content to make out with you until he comes untouched, but he knows Suguru won’t allow that to happen. He nods, now able to scissor his fingers in your hole. His strong hands grip your hips, pulling you from the white-haired man which earned a whine from you.

“You’ll get Satoru back, beloved, don’t worry.” Suguru rasps, pulling you back into his lap, facing away from him as you did earlier, the only difference being your knees folded under you as if you were still in doggy. You felt a little guilty with his comment, not wanting to prefer one over the other. So you lay your head back on his shoulder, using two fingers on his jaw to turn his face close enough for you to push your lips on his. Satoru loves the sight, the two sexiest people he knows making out right in front of him! The only thing that could possibly make this better is what they’re planning on next. Gojo walks forward on his knees, once more caging you in. It’s his mouth you feel soothing the marks his friend left earlier, breaking new patches of skin to bruise of his own.

Suguru’s hand cups your cheek, his kisses deliciously slow and sensual. He didn’t want his hard work to go to waste though, so he lifts you slightly, lining his cock up with your asshole. He breaks the sweet kiss, “You think you can take both of us, baby?”

“Oh she can do it, poor girl needs it.” Satoru hums, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “Isn’t that right?”

You nod. If you thought you were incapable of speaking earlier, then maybe you’ve never had good sex in your entire life. “Green, go for it..wan’ have both.” You whine, making Satoru light up.

“You heard the lovely lady.” Satoru purrs, hands on your waist as a means to push you onto Suguru’s cock if he doesn't do it fast enough for his liking. Suguru just chuckles through his nose and shakes his head.

“So impatient. Very well.” He hums, using his leverage on your hips to slide his tip past the squeezing ring of muscle. He grips your hips harder than he means to, undoubtedly leaving semi-permanent marks. It was impossible not to, he was trying to slowly inch his way in, but your ass was sucking him in so good he had to slowly shove the rest in. You let out a loud wanton moan, bordering scream. Satoru moaned from the sight and sound alone, his only touch being his hands on your waist. He was going to claim your cunt, no doubt, but he had to let you get accustomed to Suguru’s rod in your ass.

He just lets you sit on it for a moment, partially for his own benefit. He had to get himself under control or he would bust immediately, and ruin everything for Satoru. And he would never hear the end of his mouth if he did. You feel so full, the pressure of him stretching everything open makes you see stars. You yearn for movement, for some relief on your throbbing clit, so you whine, watching Satoru’s face morph into surprise as you try to bounce on Suguru already.

The man moans, the first one he’s let loose all evening. It’s deep and once again thunders against your back. You were better than the fantasies he had conjured in his head, and he was determined to give you the time of your life. So he aids you in your bounces, his rough hands supporting your weight and dragging you up and down his shaft at his own pace. It was still too good, the warmth and tightness choking down on him perfectly.

“Fuck her, Satoru.” Geto breathily demands, the gravelly tone of his voice sending a chill to both you and the man he ordered inside you. Satoru didn’t hesitate, his knees situated between Suguru’s. He lined up with your entrance, tugging you forward just a bit which must have deepened the long-haired man’s connection as you started moaning so lewdly Satoru wondered if he’d paint your walls just by pushing inside. He couldn’t watch your poor pussy clamp around nothing any longer though, bottoming out in you and holding your cheeks in one large hand. He enjoyed how your sounds changed, sounding warped due to your smooshed face. He smiled, your cunt tightening around him, meaning it got even tighter for Geto.

“You heard the man, ‘m gonna fuck you angel. Let us know you’re okay.” He cooed, and even though his words were sweet he almost sounded like he was teasing you.

You nod, eyes closed tight and nose scrunched at the sensation of two huge cocks stuffing you full. You thought your intestines must be forced to move to accommodate them, heavy breathing and soft grunts in your ears. “Good, so good.”

Satoru nodded, kissing your forcibly puckered lips sweetly as he began to move inside you too. His eyes roll back for a moment, everything about this was perfect. Your silky walls pulsating around him, the feeling of Suguru’s cock rubbing against his only separated by a thin wall of tissue, the look on his lovers faces. He groans, tossing his head back as he fucks into you harder. He dreamed of a day like this, and now he could only pray this wasn’t a one time thing. He was already addicted to this, and by the looks of it so was Suguru. He hadn’t ever seen the man so relaxed, though he enjoyed it immensely. As if he could feel his stare, Geto opens his eyes to make contact with the man staring. He winked, a slight smirk. Your hips continued to buck, getting fucked no matter how you moved. Forward onto Satoru’s curved length abusing your pleasure spot or backwards onto Suguru’s impaling girth splitting you open. You feel that familiar sensation of fire building in your gut, your pants and moans getting closer together. The men look at each other, nodding breathlessly. They were close, like they had been since the moment they saw you undress. The feeling of your choking walls on both ends made it impossible to hold out any longer, though your body spasms tell them they won’t have to. Your grip on Satoru’s hair tightens, a wailing moan signifying your release as if the rush of cum surrounding Gojo wasn’t obvious enough.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna get both loads love, you want that?” Suguru grunts in your ear.

You nod vigorously, head so empty you could only collapse against his chest, making him support the full weight of you. He didn’t mind at all, grinning ear to ear. He was hanging on by a thread, but it was his job to make sure everyone was happy.

“You first Sato.” He groaned, clearly struggling.

“With me.” The man pouted, the deal so sweet that Suguru couldn’t refuse.

He nods, “With you.” He gulps, waiting for the tell-tale crinkle of Satoru’s nose to tell him when to release the burning coil in his gut. Satoru could tell that he was waiting for him, his thrusts to your cunt menacingly rough. It only takes a few more before his nose crinkles and mouth drops open, cock twitching inside you fucked out cunt.

Suguru gasps softly, his hot load spurting off like an erupting volcano, quickly filling you up and forcing the rest to ooze out around him despite how well he plugged your hole. Satoru’s seed spills out into you like a dam had been holding him back, both sensations so warm and messy and delicious that you moan softly at just the feeling, head spinning as it falls back onto Geto’s shoulder with heavy breaths.

Gojo slumps forward slightly, kissing your jaw with the most tenderness he had displayed all night. “I knew you could do it, hot stuff. That was fucking amazing.” He hums, fishing for an article of clothing to put under you. He finds Suguru’s shirt, and raises up enough to slide it under you with Geto’s help. They couldn’t have you staining the couch, now. Gojo slides out of you, leaving you on Suguru’s comfortable lap. The black haired man smiles at you sleepily, pushing some of your hair out of the way.

“Yeah, it was, we hope you had a good time?” He hums as Satoru goes to stop the recorder.

You giggle and nod. “Yeah, yeah I did. I guess it’s time to get cleaned up and back to my place, for as long as I still have it.” You chuckle dryly, your entire body was a pile of mush, and you couldn’t move if you tried. You just didn’t want to overstay your welcome or make your problems their responsibility, despite their eagerness to take care of you.

Satoru comes back with three bottles of water and a sheepish look on his face, an oddity for him. “I may or may not have forgotten to press record.” He says with a slight grimace, handing out the waters as an apology. Your amusement is clear, and you wonder if he did it on purpose.

Suguru laughs, and he can’t figure out if it’s at you or Satoru. “Hm, what a predicament. You’re not going anywhere.” He squeezes your hips and lifts you off his length, setting you back in his lap regularly. “We’ll get you cleaned up, and then you don’t have to worry a hair on your pretty little head about your place. You can stay here.” He said matter of factly, his arm hangs possessively around your waist.

Gojo hums. “We could use a sweet lady like you. We’ll make up for that year of faked orgasms.” He winks and takes a swig of water. They make a convincing argument, and with the way Satoru wipes the pearls of cum off your legs and the way Suguru carries you in his arms to start a shower, you have no doubt that they will take care of you.

#gojo x reader #geto x reader #stsg x reader #satosugu x reader #satosugu smut #jjk x reader #kyleewritesjjk #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk #mdni

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aerynwrites · 7 months

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Worthy

Gale x Fem!Reader/Tav

A/N: based on this request! I hope you enjoy this nonny (and everyone else!)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Self-Esteem Issues, insecurity, reader feels unworthy of Gale, comparisons to Mystra, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, fluff at the end, Gale is a sweetheart.

*Not beta read, apologies for any grammatical or blatant errors*

The stars offer you no solace tonight.

Instead their gentle twinkling light seems only to mock you, taking you back to the memory Gale shared with you from his meeting with her.

Mystra.

The goddess who has held so much of Gale’s past in her hands and apparently still seems to have him in her grasp.

Your self worth has always been something you’ve struggled with, especially in relationships. So, when Gale showed interest in you all those weeks ago you had a hard time accepting it, especially when you found out about his past with the goddess.

But you’d started to love past that. As each day with Gale he proved his love for you more and more, with each little action or sweet word. He told you of the betrayal he faced at Mystras hand, how he had been cast aside and now with the orb in his chest…

You shake your head.

All of that has shattered now. That tiny voice in your head coming back full force after your visit to Mystra’s shrine. After Gale had seemed so excited about the prospect of earning his goddess’ forgiveness by giving her the crown.

You have to fight the tears that burn at the back of your eyes.

Even now, Gale is off at Sorcerers' Sundries trying to learn more about the crown, asking Rolan if there are any more tomes he may have on hand.

That little voice is loud tonight. Louder than it’s ever been as you gaze at the stars from the balcony of your shared room at the Elfsong. Telling you that you were right all along. You’re not worthy of a man like Gale.

How can you be? How can you ever compare to a goddess?

The tears finally slip down your cheeks then, unable to contain the emotions that have been building in your chest.

And as if the goddess herself wants to torment you, it’s at that same moment that the door to your room creaks open, Gales' excited voice drifting through the air.

“You’ll never believe what I was able to find at Sorcerous Sundries,” he says happily, and you hear him set something down somewhere behind you as you try to wipe fruitlessly at your tears.

You can hear Gale approach where you're standing, and you turn your face away just as he comes up to your side.

“Rolan truly is a visionary, he was the one able to point me in the direction of-“

A particularly harsh sniffle from you makes Gale stop in his tracks, brows furrowing in concern.

“What’s wrong, my love? Are you alright?” He asks, reaching out to wrap an arm around your waist, hand settling on your hip.

Just another reminder of where you feel you fall short of Mystra.

You step out of his embrace, missing the way his face further crumples, confused at your withdrawn state.

Gale is not blind, nor is he deaf or inattentive. He knows of your struggles when it comes to relationships and your own self image, you’ve told him as much. But things were good - you’ve both made great strides when it comes to your relationship.

So why are you pulling away?

You shake your head, still wiping at the tears that won’t stop. “I’m fine, Gale.”

He takes a step closer to you, frowning deeper when you take a step back. “Clearly not,” he says gently. “Please, you know you can confide in me, as I have you. Talk to me, my love.”

Finally, you turn to look at him fully, face hot and eyes wet with tears.

“Will you go back to her?” You finally ask, voice cracking through the lump in your throat.

Gale looks puzzled. “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”

You take a deep breath, chest heaving. “To Mystra, Gale. Are you-“ your words break as you fight back a sob. “She asked for the crown in return for removing the orb, correct?”

“Yes, but I have yet to see why that is causing you such upset-“

“Because she’s a goddess!” You cry, tears coming down harder than before. “She’s offering you forgiveness, for you to be back in her good graces and I-“ a sob interrupts your words. “Why would you ever stay with me when you can go back to her? Why do you love me?”

Gale’s lips part in surprise, eyes widening as it finally settles in why you’re upset. And if you could see through your tears, you would see the heartbreak that displays itself on his face.

“She’s beautiful,” you continue, “and I-I’m this!” You gesture at yourself, heart threatening to snap in two.

How did you ever think he would stay?

You’re just about to turn and leave the balcony, leave the room in an effort to leave before he can prove you right. But before you can escape two warm hands cup your face, thumbs wiping at the tears that still cling to your cheeks.

“Put those vile thoughts from your mind. You are a sight to behold, more beautiful than any god or goddess,” Gale whispers, brown eyes searching your own as he pulls you close. “Mystra may still be my goddess but that is all,” he says firmly.

“I did agree to bring her the crown. But only so she could take this orb from my chest. Forgiveness be damned. I would not care if she took the crown and never looked upon me again,” he admits, thumbs moving down to trace gently over your lips.

“I could not bear the thought of living the rest of my life with you with that threat looming over us. I agreed for you. For us.”

His words are so full of conviction as he whispers them into the air between you, his lips almost brushing yours from how close he stands. You want to believe him, and in truth you do. You do believe him, because he’s shown you time and time again that he chooses you over anything. He even chose you over the crown, the chance at godhood.

Yet that voice is still there, even if it’s quieter than before.

“But…why?” you ask again, voice matching his in a whisper. “Why do you choose me when you’re worthy of so much…more.”

Gale presses his forehead to your own, your noses bumping together as his lips brush your cheek.

“If anyone is unworthy in this situation, it is me,” he tells you softly. “A man fallen from the grace of the gods. I have failed myself and you in more ways than one and yet you still remain by my side. Please…” His lips brush yours once more. “Let me do the same for you. Don’t push me away.”

Before you can respond, Gale presses his lips to yours, arms moving to slide around your waist as he pulls you close.

This time you don’t stop him.

This time you stay. You let him kiss you and let him embrace you as he pours his love into you.

Only when he pulls away do you finally find words.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Gale's lips tilt up in a small smile as he shakes his head. “Do not apologize to me, my love. Just know that I love you to the ends of the universe, and hold that love in your heart whenever those thoughts of doubt try to creep back in.”

You nod, moving to wrap your arms around him as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. “I love you too.”

Gale hums low in his chest as he holds you tighter, swaying gently in the cool night air of the balcony.

And when you pull away just enough to look up at the stars…you swear they shine just a bit brighter than before.

#Gale x reader #gale dekarios x reader #bg3 gale x reaer #bg3 x reader #gale dekarios #bg3

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anthurak · 2 months

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Takeaways from the Volume 9 Epilogue:

One thing I really like about Oscar’s ‘If there was anything I wish I could borrow from you…’ monologue is that it laid out/confirmed something I’ve always felt was a major aspect of Oscar’s dynamic with Ruby that I nonetheless feel a lot of the fandom has missed: That Oscar very much sees Ruby as a mentor and an example to follow, and how their dynamic is specifically a foil to what we saw between Ruby and Ozpin. That Ruby acts as a mentor and example to Oscar in the same way Ozpin was to Ruby, and that Ruby is a far BETTER mentor and example to Oscar than Ozpin ever was to her. Which, as an aside, is a dynamic I can’t help but feel a lot of people have been misinterpreting as ‘ship-teasing’ and is one of the main reasons I’ve simply never been able to see Oscar as any kind of viable love-interest to Ruby. Frankly the dynamic of ‘Ruby is the mentor and example to Oscar that Ozpin couldn’t be for her’ is simply so much more INTERESTING than any kind of romance could ever hope to be.

Even in animatic form, Winter basically going overdrive on the maiden powers was a sight to behold. And her own monologue had all the self-deprecation we were expecting. Our girl is clearly holding on by a thread and it’s going to be REAL interesting seeing how she reacts and adjusts to her sister not actually being dead. As in, I can imagine a situation where Winter tries to throw herself into a heroic sacrifice with the belief that Weiss would make a better Maiden than her.

Also, Winter’s monologue giving major focus to how Penny is super-super-dead-dead-and-definitely-not-coming-back-for-really-realsies, as she is talking to the sister who she ALSO believes is DEFINITELY also dead? Specifically with the words that Penny is gone, when Penny’s last words to her were that she’d be ‘part of you’?

Yeah, there is no way in hell we’ve seen the last of Penny XD

The CROWN. Like it was only a few shots, but as someone who read the CFVY Books (which you totally should if you haven’t, they’re great), holy shit I was NOT expecting them to pop up here.

I mean, in hindsight it makes perfect sense that they’d be involved in Volume 10. They’re basically Vacuo’s equivalent to Vale’s criminal element and the White Fang splinter faction as Salem’s co-opted insurgency group, with Jax and Gillian joining Roman, Adam and Jacques as the latest of Salem’s unwitting patsies. It’s definitely going to be real interesting seeing the crew deal with them. Like it’s really fun to imagine Team RWBY in particular being kind of exasperated at seeing Jax’s probably doing a whole ‘With Salem’s help I shall be King!’ shtick after everything they’ve seen with Roman, Adam and Jacques.

Oh and if you don’t know, Jax has a mind-control semblance, so him trying to use that on Yang could actually lead to a sneaky callback to the Justice League crossover, ie; Yang doing a ‘Yeah, I’m not doing THAT shit again.’ XD

Qrow’s whole vibe through this is fascinating. Like his section may have been the one we already saw, but after seeing the abject depression and growing despair of all the other characters, Qrow actually being OPTIMISTIC hit so much harder.

Raven showing up at the end is… interesting.

I’ll admit that ever since we saw that specific clip a few months back, I’ve been rather conflicts about Raven showing up to deliver RWBY+J to Vacuo, particularly after Ruby’s tree vision. Like for one it felt a bit random and unnecessary. The tree already deposited the Ever After team outside of Vacuo so they didn’t exactly need help getting there. Not to mention that it kind of clotheslines the story-thread set up by Ruby’s vision; that she now has a reason to track Raven down to get the ANSWERS to what happened to Summer. Finally, it’s just kind of… random? Like where did Raven even come from to get the team?

But now having seen the clip with its intended context, I’m definitely more on board with it. Particularly hearing from Kerry and Eddy that the original ending for the penultimate episode had RWBY+J going through the portal to arrive at their memorial stone, and met by a ‘Mysterious Figure’, ie; Raven. Here it feels like were getting more set up to get answers later as to what Raven was doing at the memorial.

And really, now that I’ve thought about it more, this method kind of puts the thread of Ruby going to Raven for answers even MORE into focus. Like the story reintroduces Raven in the present right after Ruby got a vision basically saying ‘hey, Raven is important’. And now going into Volume 10, we’re pretty much perfectly positioned for Ruby to pull Raven aside for those all-important ‘Why were you fucking my mom? What happened to my mom?’ questions.

Finally… yeah that ending hit me a LOT harder than I was expecting. Like that ending was HOPE in its purest form and it was honestly beautiful to see. Particularly right now with the future of the show seeming so uncertain. I’ve personally been optimistic about RWBY’s future (in a manner not unlike Qrow’s vibes I suppose lol), but damn the hopefulness of that ending hit especially hard, and was something I’ll admit I needed. And I imagine the rest of us could use as well.

We'll be getting Volume 10. And 11, and 12, and however many more it takes to finish this story. At this point, I have no doubt of that.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9 #rwby volume 9 epilogue #rwby ramblings #Team RWBY #Ruby Rose #Yang Xiao Long #Winter Schnee #ozpin #oscar pine #Raven Branwen #Qrow Branwen #rwby after the fall #rwby before the dawn #jax asturias #gillian asturias

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You Should Have Said No Chapter One

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / pierre gasly x reader )

summary . . . when your fiancé cheats on you, you strike up an unusual friendship with one of his closest friends, who just so happens to have had a crush on you since he set eyes on you. chaos ensues.

inspired by the works of miss taylor swift )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . should've said no- taylor swift )

warning . . . cheating, mental illness, angst, eventual smut, poorly translated french and dutch, swearing, mention of parent loss, emotionally abusive parent, slight social media au, kendall jenner as fc (potentially more i’ll add as i go along)

series masterlist . . . available here )

“And Pierre Gasley is the winner of the 2023 Monaco Grand Prix”

Pride encapsulated your heart, finally taking a breath after holding it for what seemed like the last few laps of the race when your fiancé had overtaken Max Verstappen on the 70th lap of the race.

You watched him celebrate on the podium with Charles and Max; seeing him take his second ever first place trophy brought tears to your eyes. You two were childhood sweethearts so you had been with him since the beginning of his career and seeing him now win the most prestigious race on the calendar, the one he had dreamed of winning since he was a child, you couldn’t think of anyone who deserved it more.

“I’m so proud of you Mon amour” you exclaimed as soon as he entered his drivers room where you were waiting for him, your arms wrapping around him, planting a congratulatory kiss on his lips. He kissed you back passionately, you could see in his sparkling blue eyes how much this meant to him. All the tireless training, strict dieting and time away from the people he loved the most, finally paying off, finally meaning something. He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, like muscle memory having have been in this position thousands of times before, you face buried in his neck sticky from the champagne inhaling his scent, smelling the cologne you had watched him put on this morning. You felt him breathing in your scent too, nose buried in your long hair, smelling like the Apple shampoo you had been using since before you had met him, the familiar fragrance calming his racing heart.

“Mon chéri, I did it. No, we did it” he whispered in your ear. You were alone in the room but the intimacy of him talking lowly in your ear made your stomach flutter.

You found yourself in the hottest club in Monaco that night with a good portion of the grid, celebrating the three men on the podium. You were never a person interested in clubbing, usually letting Pierre go alone. Your anxiety of overly crowded places being triggered by the dark rooms filled with hundreds of drunk party goers. But today was his night, you couldn’t not be there celebrating his big win. Sat around a table in the VIP section with Pierre, Max, Lando, Charles and his girlfriend, you felt acutely aware of the swirling pit of anxiety in your stomach but you persisted, wanting nothing more than to celebrate with the love of your life. Pierre had his arm lazily draped around your shoulders, engrossed in a conversation with Charles about the race, Max and Lando were talking to two girls who were gushing over them, Lando relishing it in whilst max shuffled awkwardly in his seat, clearly not wanting the girl sat next to him to be rubbing her hands all over his arms and chest. You smiled to yourself, observing that Max was more than likely acting as a wingman for the young British driver. Looking away to reply to a question asked to you by Charles’ girlfriend, you missed the longing gaze Max gave you.

Hours past and as the club closing time drew near, you became increasingly more tired, just wanting to go home and spend the rest of the night alone with Pierre. Lando’s voice interrupted your train of thought “Everyone’s up for the after party after this right? No need for this party to end” he said taking a break from sloppily kissing the girl sat next to him. You looked up at Pierre, trying to gauge what his thoughts on the proposition were. “Hell yeah” he spoke smiling ear to ear. Feeing your heart sink, knowing that your wish of getting some well needed alone time with your fiancé was now no longer going to come to fruition, you whispered in his ear, telling him that you weren’t feeling great so you would like to go home but that you didn’t expect him to come with you, wanting him to make the most of his celebrations.

“Okay Mon chéri, are you sure? I don’t mind coming home with you if you’d prefer” he whispered back to you, smiling at his selflessness, you planted a soft kiss just below his ear. “I’m sure”

Clambering in the Uber with Charles and his girlfriend who had also decided to call it a night, you gazed out the window watching as the picture of Pierre, Max, Lando and the two girls getting smaller as the car drove away. You waved timidly through the windows, putting on a smile, even though you would have preferred Pierre to come with you, you knew that he had been working so hard and deserved a night to blow off steam.

Falling asleep almost as soon as your back hit the mattress of your shared apartment, you slept undisturbed until you heard Pierre come home. He tried his best to be a quiet as he could coming in, but his drunkenness made that difficult and you stirred, half awake and half asleep as he got into bed. Not awake enough to say anything to him, but awake enough to cuddle into him, you breathed in his scent again, subconsciously noticing that he smelled different to how he normally did, but your brain foggy with sleep didn’t think too much of it.

Your 9 AM alarm rolled around far too quickly, tiredness and a light hangover made your head pound but wanting to stick to your daily routine you pushed through it. Planting a kiss on Pierre’s sleeping head before walking into the bathroom. You spent an half an hour in the shower before you put your make up on and placed a painkiller on your tongue, the headache finally getting the better of you. On your way to the kitchen, you peaked your head into the bedroom, giggling at the sight of your sleeping fiancé still snoring away. In the kitchen you turned on some Taylor Swift and began to prepare breakfast for Pierre, placing bacon in the oven, you began to get to work on making a pancake mix until you heard your phone ring, interrupting the song that was currently planning. For some reason unbeknownst to you, you felt your stomach sink, like you almost knew whoever was phoning you was about to tell you some bad news. Shaking the thought away and dismissing it as your anxiety you picked up the phone and saw that the person phoning you was Max Verstappen. Your eyebrows furred for a second, unsure as to why Max Verstappen would be phoning you. You two had never really been friends, just friendly acquaintances. Chalking it up to it likely being something to do with Pierre having lost something at the after party and Max wanting to return it, you swiped your thumb over the screen, accepting the call.

“Hey Max what can I do for you?”

You heard a shaky breath come through the speaker.

“Hi Y/N, do you have a second to speak? There’s something I need to tell you” you heard the Dutchman say his voice shaking as he spoke, causing the sinking feeling in your stomach return, only more prominent now.

“Uhh yea..” there was a silence as Max willed himself to break the news to you, not wanting to tell you but knowing that you deserved to know.

“Max what is it? Please just-“ you managed to squeak out before being interrupted by the voice coming through the phone again.

“Pierre, he.. well he.. After you left Sophia, one of the girls who was sat with me and Lando”

He paused but your mouth was too dry to be able to fill up the silence, you let it linger before he began again

“Well she started to get closer to Pierre, started flirting with him, and he well he didn’t stop her. He started flirting back. I tried to speak to him, I was going to tell him to stop, to remind him why he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing but he disappeared and I couldn’t find him. Or her.”

Silence filled the air again, tears starting to fall down your face, feeling like your entire world was crashing down, silently preying that Max had nothing else to say, that he was not about to go where you knew he was going with this conversation.

“They eventually came back, together. They were both very disheveled and Sophia’s dress was on inside out. They.. I’m really sorry Y/N. I hate to tell you this but you deserve to know”

Silence filled the air again before a loud sob from you took it’s place. You heard Max breath on the other end of the line, waiting for you to say something, anything. You hung up not wanting Max to hear you cry.

You sat down at the kitchen table, tears streaming out of your face freely, and placed your hand over you mouth, not wanting Pierre to wake up hearing your cries, you couldn’t face him, not right now. Maybe Max is lying, or just mistaken, thoughts flew through your mind, desperately looking for something to cling on to, anything. Memories of last night flashed through your head, Pierre smelling different, but he didn’t just smell different, he smelt like Marc Jacobs Daisy; a fragrance you did not own. You began to sob harder, now struggling to breath you were worried you were going to pass out. The breakfast you had began to make lay forgotten until you heard a shrill alarm fill the house, it was burning and it caused the fire alarm to be set off. You tried to raise to your feet to stop the food from starting a fire but you couldn’t move. It was like you had forgotten how to walk.

You heard footsteps approaching in the distance, Pierre came running through, awoken by the alarm trying to find out what on earth was happening.

“Mon chéri what happened what are you doing?” He questioned you, approaching the oven before turning it off and removing the charred food from within. You said nothing. You did nothing. The chair you were sat on faced away from him and you didn’t make the effort to turn around, not wanting to see his face.

“Y/N? Hello? Is there a reason you were about to let the building burn down?” He questioned walking toward you, his hands finding your shoulders as he stood behind you. You flinched at his touch. The touch that an hour ago you would had relished in.

Pierre’s brows furred at your flinching, before walking in front of you. Worry washing over him when he saw your face, red blotchy with mascara tears streaming down it.

“Mon chéri what on ever is wrong?” He spoke in a panicked voice, before attempting to pull you in for a hug. His worries getting more intense when you resisted the hug instead of melting in his arms like you usually did.

“Don’t call me that.” Your voice was no more than a whisper but it was the loudest thing Pierre had ever heard. He looked at you, expressionless. You knew, he didn’t know how you knew but you did.

“Is that what you called her last night?” You spoke again questioning him.

His heart sank and he was completely stuck, he had no idea what to do, pretend he didn’t know what you were talking about or be honest and work on damage control. He flicked between the two options, truly unsure what to do. But in the time it took him to decide the decision had been made for him. An innocent person wouldn’t have paused like that, an innocent person would have looked confused, not guilty.

“Y/N..”

“Don’t Pierre, just don’t bother.”

“Please Mon chéri let me explain.” He pleaded, although he wasn’t exactly sure how to explain.

“Ok Pierre, explain. Explain why you slept with another woman whilst I was sleeping in our bed waiting for you to come home” you spat, the sadness in your voice replaced with venom.

“She was all over me. I was drunk. You left and went home. It was one moment of weakness. She isn’t the one I want, you are.” He spoke, tears welling up in his eyes.

You scoffed at his excuse, or excuses rather, he seemed to just throw everything at the wall to see what one would stick.

You began to speak, to tell him to leave and never come back but he continued.

“Please forgive me Y/N. I love you so so much. She was all over me and I was missing you it was a moment of weakness you have to forgive me” he pleaded, repeating his words from before.

“You missed me so you slept with someone else?” The question left your mouth before you had a chance to stop yourself.

He was taken aback by your bluntness.

“Yes, uh no I mean no” he stumbled “I didn’t mean for it to happen, I wasn’t thinking”

You rolled your eyes, about to reply with another scathing comment but the venom and anger left your body in an instant. Replaced with an unbearable sadness. You wanted so hard to believe what he said, to forgive and forget and carry on with your life as normal, to marry the man stood in front of you just like you had agreed to all those months ago. But you couldn’t, even if you could find it in your heart to forgive him, things would never been the same again.

“Please just leave, I can’t do this anymore.” You spoke as you stood up and began walking away from him.

“Mon chéri please-“ he began but when you looked back at him he could see the heartbreak in your eyes and he simply nodded before walking to the door. His hand reached for the door handle, ready to let himself out when your voice broke the silence again. You didn’t want to ask, you weren’t even sure you wanted the answer but you couldn’t not know.

“Was it worth it?” He looked up at you, shame in his eyes. “Was she worth this?”

He sighed gently and shook his head “No Mon chéri. She wasn’t. Nobody would be” he looked at you, waiting for you to say something, anything.

You looked at him, the man you had loved for more of your life than you hasn’t and did the last thing he expected you to do. You let out a very low very soft laugh.

“Then you should of said no”

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nostalgia | trevor zegras x reader

suki waterhouse masterlist

part two

summary: y/n and trevor broke up as trevor had to leave her to play hockey in cali, since trevor did not want to do long distance. y/n thinks back to their relationship, the good and the bad, and thinks about how she wishes she could still be with trevor.

lyrics: "I talk about the past like i talk about you, i leave out every little thing that i dont like remembering" and "i miss you more than i say i do, you had to follow all your dreams, just wish that they included me"

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posted 3 years ago

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y/nuser z baby

it wasn't that uncommon for people to ask you about your relationship with trevor. You’d be out at a sports bar with a few friends when Z's picture, or a highlight of his, would come on to the screen. Didn’t you two used to date? What was it like dating a hockey player? Is he a good person? Were all questions thrown your way. You usually just nodded or pretended you couldn't hear them. When you did feel nostalgia, and felt the need to talk, usually after multiple drinks but who was keeping track? you always made sure to tell everyone the happiest stories, the funniest jokes. You didn't like remembering the breakup and heartache. It was a long night of questions.

You escaped to the bar, dark blue light hitting off your face as you waited for the bartender to pass over your drink. you felt somebody nudge your shoulder, and you turned to find a girl around your age smiling at you. “Hey so i heard that you and Trevor Zegras used to-”

You turned back to the bar just as the bartender took somebody else’s order a few spots away. Your drink was set in front of you and you were glad for the distraction, quickly downing it. “So like I was just wondering if you knew his type or… like had his number or something?” she continued on, clearly not getting the hint that you weren’t interested in the conversation.

“No i don't know him” you snapped as you pushed yourself up off your barstool and onto the crowded walkway. You shoved passed the blonde who scoffed loudly at you, and made your way to your friend.

“I’m going to head out” you shouted over the ESPN theme and the shouts of sports fans. Your friend turned her head towards you, she bit her lip, and you could sense the pity coming off her in waves. “Is this about trevor? Sweetie, I thought you said you guys had a great relationship? There’s nothing for you to be sad about” her voice was like honey as she trailed her hand from your shoulder down to your wrist. She held onto your hand for a second before dropping it.

You hadn’t told her how much you missed him, or the heartbreak you went through because of everything that happened.

You tried to give Vanessa a reassuring smile, “Vanessa, I'm fine it's just too crowded in here”

“Okay well I don't want you to become a hermit or anything” she turned towards the guy she was after and gave an obnoxious fake laugh. You chuckled just to satisfy Vanessa before you turned quickly on your heel and made it the hell out of the building.

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y/nuser lake day🌞

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Baby! Come here! Trevor shouted down from the docks.

I'm coming, I'm coming! You giggled as you finished lathering yourself up with sunscreen.

Look, I'm gonna show you how to paddle board, it’s so easy. I'll take you for a ride he smiled at you as you practically ran down to the dock.

When you finally reached him, he grabbed you by your waist and spun you around. He set you down and he pressed his forehead against yours, I love you.

I love you! Trevor, please we can figure this out! You cried as he started packing up your things from his room.

y/n i've thought a lot about this, and i'm leaving. I’m going to play for Anaheim and you’re not coming with me. He said, and it shocked you how casual he sounded about it. Just this morning he had told you he had loved you, letting you believe you guys had a chance.

Baby please… I don't have to come with you, we can do long distance or… we can think of something just please! You put your hands on top of his, effectively stopping him taking your clothes out of his dresser.

I don't want to, he whispered and you swore it was a curse.

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trevorzegras a dream come true

Every time you saw him post, or saw a highlight or reel of him, your heart broke a little more. You couldn't help but miss him, even after how he broke things off with you.

If anyone asked, you swore things broke up amicably, with the two of you smiling and wishing each other off well. You never let anyone know the heartbreak he caused, because you felt so stupid about it. He blindsided you, and if people knew how much you actually missed him… it made you feel sick.

Despite it all you wished he could have seen you in his future. You could never be mad at him for having to follow his dreams, but the way he handled it… you hated that you still loved him so much.

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Okay, two whole people asked me to share my thoughts on River Song as a character and my thoughts on Doctor/River after I wrote a whole Clara Oswald essay, and it took me 4 days to write that I ship River with the Doctor and I love her, but there are so many problems. The biggest is named Steven Moffat. And because you asked, I will tell you why, turn up your screen brightness here we go-

*huge inhale* In a nutshell, River Song is ridiculous. Stop wait let me explain- *hands you the nutshell and pats your hand* Shh. River Song as a character first appeared in Silence in the Library, right? We were with the Doctor’s tenth incarnation and Donna Noble, statistically the most popular era in the show’s long history. And this episode was Moffat’s fourth-ever story for the show. Blink and the The Doctor Dances two-parter were all so good. He was on a roll. River comes in and she’s so much fun. And she knows the Doctor. Already. And the crowd goes oooooh collectively. She knows him intimately, it seems. And he has no clue who she is, so oooh again, she’s from his future! It is heavily implied that they'll be married—it’s just the first place anyone’s brain goes. And then she dies. And we loved her, end scene. Then Moffat took over the show and got the opportunity to explain himself, and he explained himself really poorly.

River went from being a very interesting flash-in-the-pan to being an overdecorated ideal. She is Moffat’s ideal woman. She’s crazy, she seems independent and powerful and unattainable, but she’s actually totally obsessed with the protagonist and consistently making innuendos at him. Her sun rises and sets on the Doctor. Why? Because that’s Moffat’s idea of an attractive woman. I kid you not. I think the problem with writing something that is pure self-indulgence is that you’re so excited about what you’re writing, you don’t stop and think, hey, is this working? You don’t measure the quality. You’re not thinking clearly, it’s just wish-fulfillment. River is everything Moffat thinks a woman should be. Mysterious, strong, insane, violent, but only because of the man she’s drooling over. Her whole story is an excuse to write a woman like the one I just described, because it’s hot to Moffat. (I know. Gross.) Here comes a Moffat rant. The man is insanely talented, and I am not silly enough to believe that all of his writing regarding women is fetish-fueled – I just don’t think that way typically when I’m watching something, but it’s really hard to miss with Moffat. Haven’t you noticed every one of his female characters is full of lust for the protagonist? That’s weird. It was weird when Amy kissed the Doctor against his will, engaged to Rory and not interested in “anything quite so permanent”. It was weird when Nanny Clara kissed him after having just met him, in the middle of a dangerous situation, and then not keeping her eyes front up the magic ladder. (It was weird that Oswin was dressed like that and lounging in all of those poses the first time we saw her, as a dead woman in a Dalek shell, go back and watch it. Laugh like I did. You’re [hallucinating that you’re] stranded on an alien planet in a ship that crashed—and that’s what you’re wearing to work? The last survivor?) It's weird that rando Tasha Lem divulges intense, universe-altering danger to the Doctor in a breathless voice with space wine as they creep closer together over a bed. Ew. What? Why is that even happening? And finally, it’s weird that a girl brought up to murder her parents’ much-older alien best friend, who she was brainwashed to believe is the universe’s biggest problem, should want to eat his face off. Especially when their timelines are out of order and she hasn’t gotten to know him for real at all yet.

Is the Doctor attractive? Yup. Was any of that necessary? Nope. Now we’ll transition for a bit into what I think is wrong with the ship, even though I do ship it. (More on the pros of it later.) The more we learned about her, the less River and the Doctor made sense. The only truly wonderful thing about their dynamic (my favorite part!) is that the Doctor and River act like they’re already married, even though they’re meeting out of order. They have that assurance in one another. They each know the other person will become someone they’re willing to marry someday—they each get a sneak peek of that future together. (River in Let’s Kill Hitler, the DoctorinSilence in the Library.) So when they do meet, even when she’s in Instant Kill Mode and he’s in You Scare Me mode, it’s with an expectation that, hold on, eventually I’m going to really really care about you. Everything they do with one another from that point forward is influenced by that expectation, which makes them comfortable around one another. So that’s sweet and I love it. The problem is—River isn’t the Doctor’s ideal woman. She might be Moffat’s, but on paper she should not work with the Doctor romantically. Moffat engineered this woman—who is supposed to eventually be the Doctor’s wife—to be violent, self-centered, insane, very sexual, and willing to shatter any laws of time (or morality) she sees fit. That’s the opposite of what the Doctor admires, chooses, and is attracted to from everything we’ve ever seen of him. (Does the Doctor like smart, capable women who are good in a crisis? Yes! Obviously! That’s not what I’m talking about.) But suddenly after meeting River, being told one day she’ll be his wife, (instead of organically learning why he would marry her and organically learning who she truly is and then growing to love her naturally), very quickly and without explanation he’s all “And unlike me, she really doesn’t mind shooting people. I shouldn’t like that, kinda do a bit!” What? Since when? Since Moffat. Because Moffat is behind the wheel and Moffat finds that hot. Sir, just because you told me to ship it doesn’t mean I’m convinced. Now, is it her fault that she’s a murder weapon? Is it River’s fault that she was brought up to believe it’s okay to choose violence, wear poison lipstick, and be the girlboss of murder? Absolutely not. Melody Pond was kidnapped, tortured, brainwashed, and used as a human/Time Lady weapon just because she was there. She had absolutely no choice in the matter. And when she did eventually, finally get to choose, she chose to rescue the Doctor and start over. She sacrificed every remaining regeneration she might have had to reverse her actions. That last part? That’s awesome. I love that. But that nice moment doesn't fix the rest. The story goes that River was stolen, raised to kill the Doctor, and then fell in love with him along the way—and the special sauce is, she’s meeting him out of order; every time she sees him he knows her less because she’s moving backward along his timeline. (Unnecessarily complicated, but very fun, Moffat! Can’t forget fun in Doctor Who.) The story goes, too, that the Doctor meets his wife from the future in the biggest universal Library one day, watches her die, and waits for her to appear again so he can start a love story he knows the ending to—and the special sauce is, he’s meeting her out of order; every time he sees her he’s getting to know her more and she knows him less, because she’s moving backward while he moves forward. That does make for an interesting love story. You’re excited to see it play out because you and the Doctor expect it to be a doozy based on River’s “not those times, don’t you dare, you watch us run” speech in Forest of the Dead. But the problem is, they were both told they’d marry one day and therefore they treat it as a foregone conclusion, so there’s no organic attempt at really, truly falling in love. They behave as though they didn’t fall anywhere, they were pushedinside and someone locked the door. (I just pictured Moffat outside with the key. “Now KISS!”)

The point is that nobody worked for this relationship. If you’re going to explain how they fell in love, because the audience already knows they apparently will, then actually show them falling in love! When did the Doctor decide he loved River? When he found out she was Amy’s literal daughter? When he found out she was a psychopath? Or did it all begin in the Library when she died for him, because he already knew that for some reason one day he would marry her, and it’s all just placebo from then on? Or did Ten just regenerate into the sort of man who inexplicably “love(s) a bad girl, me”, and really gets off on those moments when River threatens to shoot and kill other life forms? Yeah, that makes sense. When did River decide she loved the Doctor? When Kovarian told her he’s the scourge of universes? Or was it when River heard he's ultimately the reason she was kidnapped and made to be raised by the Silence and forced into a space suit as a child, because one day she has to rid the universe of this man? Oh! Maybe she fell in love with him when her literal parents went to primary school with her as peers and Amy told her about the Raggedy Doctor as little girls and Mels decided she’d marry him for some reason one day even though she was trained to kill him! (*big pause to catch my breath*) Do you see what I’m saying? We didn’t see it happen. We were told, not shown, that they were in love, or that they would be in love enough to marry one day, and then we watched it not actually happen. And so did the Doctor and River. They are both living in a constant state of resignation to their relationship. Moffat didn’t tell a love story, he told an epilogue, and neither of the lovers got to experience the beginning! For all the cutesy times they quipped “spoilers” at each other, they never once just let things take their course naturally. They lived in the spoilers. The spoilers are the only reason they’re together in the first place!

And one more thing. A side thing. The Doctor did not want to marry River. That’s disappointing, isn’t it? The wedding was not a happy one. They did it because according to River, their history (their relationship’s “archeology”) differed - she’s either the woman who murders or marries the Doctor, and given those choices, the Doctor wanted to choose murderer instead of wife as River’s role because it was the only way to save reality, but she wouldn't listen to him until he called her wife. Their wedding, just like everything else about their romantic history, is something they’re forced into. It’s contrived. It’s confusing. It’s very difficult to believe in. Moffat gave us all the relational-dynamic payoff prematurely and never actually showed us the part where they fell in love.

That’s my problem(s) with their relationship. Now let me talk about (as requested) River as a character again and what I actually do find most interesting and endearing about her and about her relationship with the Doctor. Like I said, I actually do love her, I actually do ship it, and now I’m gonna vomit out why.

The most endearing thing about River to me is that she is insecure, and that humanizes the silly ideal. Now, in spinoff material River led a very long and varied life, and the Doctor was not the only man she was intimate with. But he’s the only one she loves. That love is what makes her so insecure. And it is love—after a while of repeatedly running into him after Lake Silencio, River is consistently choosing to put the Doctor and his needs before herself and her own. She always had it in her; she’s Amy and Rory’s daughter and the child of the Tardis, after all. But it’s the influence that the Doctor has on her that makes her go from psychopath to heroine. She genuinely believes he’s the best man ever, which is saying something when your father is Rory Williams.

And she, River, murdered him or tried to. She was stolen from his friends and made to attack him, made to put them in danger. She had to lie to him nearly every time they met, or at the very least withhold important information from him. Every time she met him, he trusted her less and less and less.

And the Doctor is not perfect, but think about how River must see him. He must seem perfect, right? He’s so, so kind, he’s so, so good. He’s so brave. He’s so selfless. He’s so smart. He’s amazing, and he uses his time and his talents for other people, saving lives and helping out all across the stars. He even helped her. He even forgave her. That’s why she fell in love with him, not because he’s hot when he’s clever, not because she’s a psychopath and really, Madam Kovarian, who else was she going to fall in love with, what a basic mistake – NO. If you want to look at it from its most compelling angle, no matter how confusing it gets, how contrived, the most compelling angle is that River loves the Doctor because the Doctor forgave her. In spite of everything. And we see how she really thinks of him, how insecure she truly is, what she really thinks he must feel about her, in The Husbands of River Song. That episode is my favorite River episode.

She got to marry him, but it was under force. She got to be with him, but not forever. She got to help him, but not always. They kissed, but he treated it like it was the first time. He forgave her, but he had to bail them all out in the end, because when she tried she made a mess of it. “Trust you? Seriously?” “I don’t wanna marry you.” “You embarrass me.” “Why do you have to be this? Melody Pond—your daughter, I hope you’re both proud!” River is in love with him, but she genuinely does not think he is in love with her. On paper, it doesn’t seem like she’d be someone he chooses to love. Maybe someone he chooses to pity. Maybe someone he chooses to look after, because her parents are dead now and he loved them and he failed to save Melody the first time, guilty to the last. Whichever way she looks at it, he can’t possibly love her. Sure, he flirts with her, but he flirts with everyone. Yes, she’s smart, but he only takes the best. He’s surrounded by smart. She saved him and it was her honor, but she’s not the first to do that anyway. And like I said, neither of them got to see when the other person first started loving them, because it’s all back-to-front and they exist in a state of resignation. I can think of no better way to feel insecure about where you stand with the man you love than literally never ever knowing when it will begin.

But River’s cool. She’s brave and clever and she can do just about anything she wants with whoever she wants. She can live like the Doctor—adventures in time and space, and maybe sometimes he’ll run into her. In fact, she keeps calling on him when she needs help, and doesn’t he always come? Doesn’t that mean something? One day they’ll be married, just keep waiting, okay, now they are married, he’ll get used to it, he still flirts with her, stay cool, stay funny, stay smart, at least he’s still around, just keep waiting— And then after a while she stops waiting. She’s not like her mother. She gets on with life. The Husbands of River Song is genius because their timelines are synced perfectly, at last, for them to be at the peak of their affection for one another. River doesn’t know him, but not because he’s wearing a new face, because he’s actually really, really obvious about the fact that it’s him. He’s constantly trying to get her to see it without outright saying it, but she has this mental block that will not even consider that he’s there, especially the deeper they go into danger together. Why is that? Well, she says it. The enemy says she’s the perfect bait, refers to her as the woman who loves the Doctor, and what does River say? It's right here. And it’s made very clear by her actions throughout the episode before this speech that River really does believe it. Because he’s standing right behind her listening to all of that and she hasn’t seen that it’s him, because of course he’s not here. She suffers from the same mentality her sweet dad Rory did—that the person she loves will never love her the way she loves them. River doesn’t think she’s nothing, but she thinks she’s nothing to the Doctor.

I think it’s beautiful that she was wrong. I think the Doctor loves River, and I think it’s a very different love than what he had for Rose Tyler (or, now that I think of it, Sarah Jane). It’s still love, it’s just not the same. It’s nice that you can ship both, actually.

(If you ask me which I think is the better love story between the two ships, that’s a different essay for a different time, and one that I think will have people drop-kicking me throughout every facet of the internet. Right now we’re focusing on River and on her ship with the Doctor, which I do enjoy.) I may not think that it was brilliantly executed, but the fact remains that at some point, the Doctor did grow to love and care about River Song. And there’s one part of their wedding that I also liked a lot— When he marries her and her parents give consent, the Doctor’s first request of his wife is “help me”. That’s what wives do! That’s what husbands need from wives! That’s marriage. The sticking together no matter what, being the person you both turn to in life’s darkest moments. River understood that concept, because when Amy asks in The Angels Take Manhattan if allowing the Angel to touch her will send her to Rory, who has just died in front of them, the Doctor says he doesn’t know, and Amy asks “But it’s my best shot, yeah?” The Doctor shouts no, but River tells him to shut up. “Yes, yes, it is!” And she’s crying, but she’s smiling too. She knows what she would do if she were Amy. She knows why Amy is going to let the Angel touch her. Because that’s marriage. And that’s what she feels for the Doctor. I do ship it! I love the idea that love helped shape River instead of hate, contrary to Kovarian’s plans for Melody. I love the idea that the Doctor started out untrusting of River and in the end, trusted her implicitly. I love that he had her when he needed help. And let’s face it, they really are so much fun.

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Hey!🥰

Do you think maybe you could do a part 2 to ‘We’ll Go Slow’? Maybe the day Klaus takes her home from the hospital and gets her settled and she’s on bed rest or something. I’m interested to know if his family would go along with it?

Maybe some of her recovery and Yandere!Klaus very clearly manipulating her, making her believe her family kicked her out or something and he’s all she has, but she’s all he has and he worships her. Maybe some smut if you want and some talk of that ‘family they wanted’?

Just a lot of Klaus making everything the exact way he always wanted it but thought he could never have it. Manipulative and loving in his own creepy way.

Unconditionally

PT1

Klaus smiled as he jogged on up the stairs with a ‘get well soon’ teddy bear in his hand. He found that y/n loved his little gifts and acknowledgments.

The y/n he had followed for months was a little different to the y/n she remembers being from however many years ago. She was a lot shyer, less experienced in the world and more innocent. It was perfect, like the gods had handed him her in a golden platter.

He slowed as he got to her ajar door. He composed himself and walked in, seeing her sat up with a book in her hands before she saw him and set it aside.

“Nik” she breathed, a smile spreading across her face

“My love, how are you feeling?” He asked while nearing her bed, poor girl couldn’t walk yet, her spine had been damaged causing many issues with balance and such as well as a shit load of pain. Klaus found it better to carry her or wheel her around, plus the doctors recommended it after seeing the agony she went through. Though he still brought her to physio therapy each week because although he wanted her to be reliant, he felt disgusted with himself at the thought of leaving her quite so helpless, she didn’t deserve to miss out on simple opportunities just because of him. He wanted her to be able to walk with him, to be able to twirl her around and see her run after their children. He wanted her to be able to carry their babies and birth them without such high risk of her spine damage.

She was his angel, his prized possession and he wanted life to be easy for her.

“I feel a little better” she was lying, he knew and so did she, he smiled sadly at her before putting the teddy on her lap.

“For you to snuggle at night” he whispered as his hand reached out to grab her hand gently

“Thank you Niklaus…when will I be able to come lay with you?” She asked softly, the doctors said she needed her own space, bed and although the idea annoyed Klaus, he wouldn’t be the source of her pain.

“Soon my lovely, very soon” he whispered

It took a little while longer for her to be able to be up and about, still with Klaus holding her hand every step of the way.

Of course she became tired rather easily but that was okay, he enjoyed being her support system. Especially now he had convinced her he was her only person. That her family had moved away without her leaving her utterly alone.

She was only all the more grateful to him for staying with her despite her forgetting everything of their love.

She felt guilty for loosing so much of their time and for making him wait to have the life he wanted.

It took many breakdowns for her to finally come to the understanding that Klaus was never going to be mad at her, never leave her, ever.

His heart broke for her each time he realised her mental pain as well as her physical. The way she would sob on the floor about how she didn’t mean to ruin his life and she was sorry she wouldn’t let him touch her like that. But he never once pushed her to let him do that. As much as he desired to have her so intimately, she was fragile and traumatised from the accident. She didn’t know remember him and so he wasn’t ever upset with her reluctance.

Even after another few months when she was nervous about it, he was gentle and understanding.

“It’s not expected of you sweetheart, you never have to do anything you don’t want. I love you, unconditionally.” He told her and it was true. He didn’t care if their relationship was only emotional, he was lucky to have her at all.

But he knew that she wanted to give him more and so he helped her get to a point where she was comfortable.

Where talking of them having kids brought joy to her eyes and she would pull up a list of baby names she loved.

Until eventually she was panting beneath him, her hands holding his as he slowly thrust within her, his lips softly pressing to hers as gentle whispers of praise was whispered through the air to her.

And after nearly two years she finally fell pregnant with their child.

Klaus was over the moon and what was even better was that she was too.

She had insisted on getting the nursery ready as fast as possible, she was overly excited and since finding out she was all over Klaus.

He loved her, he always had and he always would.

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Imagine Taking Care of Drunk Peter

Peter Quill X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Drunk Peter, angst, reader keeps her feelings from Peter

Word Count: 833

(A/N:) I really didn’t think my first Peter Quill imagine was going to do so good so I wrote another! There is no greater joy when my readers really like what I write. Y’all are so amazing and I love being able to do this as it is an escape for me. And it lets me share my interest with so many others! Thank you all for reading, liking, and reblogging. It just keeps me going and I can’t wait to share more stories with you all! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

After Nebula left Peter in his room, she came straight to you asking you to go keep an eye on him. The Guardians knew how much you cared for Peter and though it was a tough request you readily agreed. Your crush on Peter was a topic that no one discussed, especially around Peter. It hurt to hear him talk about his love for Gamora and while you were happy for him to find some happiness in life, it broke your heart. You didn’t ask to feel that deeply for him, but fate could be cruel most of the time. You never wanted Peter to know that he hurt you in anyway, especially now that he was dealing with his loss in an unhealthy way. Slowly making your way to his darkened room, you made sure not to make any noise. Peter snored loudly, snuggled deep in his blankets until you turned him over on his side. While Nebula had good intentions on making him as comfortable as possible, with how drunk Peter is you didn’t want him to choke on his own vomit.

Getting comfortable for a long night, you turned on a lamp that wouldn’t bother Peter while he slept. You opened the book he had bought you awhile ago and began reading until he needed you or you fell asleep. After hours of keeping watch, Peter’s snores began to lull you into slumber and it didn’t take long until you fell asleep as well. It was early the next morning when you heard pained groans coming from the bed by the window. Shoving off the blanket you had found, you were by Peter’s bedside in an instant. He had set up with his feet on the floor but his head was in his hands. You could almost see the pressure in his temples from the hangover that was punishing him now. Quickly getting him some water and pain killers you knelt at his side, gently touching his arm. He jolted finally realizing he wasn’t alone in his room.

“How long have you been here,” he asked after downing the medicine you gave him.

“All night,” you replied going back to the sink to refill the glass. “Nebula was worried about you so she had me stay here to make sure you were alright.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Peter took the offered glass and downed the whole cup in seconds.

You sighed taking the glass and setting it down on the bedside table. “Yes I do Peter. You’re not taking care of yourself and we’re all worried about you.”

“All,” he scoffed.

“Yes Peter,” you huffed starting to get mad, “all of us actually care about you shocking right?”

“Don’t get angry my head is killing me.”

“Cause you won’t stop drinking yourself into a stupor,” you shook him causing Peter to hiss as he felt like his brain was rattling around in his skull. “We all miss Gamora and it sucks that she’s not here but do you think she would want you to treat yourself like this?”

“No.”

His reply was short and you could tell that he didn’t like you trying to peel back the layers he had taken so long to build up. But you couldn’t let him continue on like this and you weren’t about to lose him all over again.

“Please take care of yourself Peter. Gamora would want that for you,” you paused taking a deep breath. “I want that for you. I care a lot for you Peter and I can’t take seeing you hurt like this. I never said anything because of Gamora, but you deserve to know. I’m tired of keeping the lie to myself.”

Peter wordlessly grabbed you and pulled you into his arms. Clearly this had been something you had hidden from him for so long and now that you saw the pain he was dealing with, you felt the need to get rid of yours. He cared for you deeply and never wanted to hurt you in such a way. He felt like a jerk, flaunting his and Gamora’s relationship around and now talking about how much he missed her. You had to watch while he went down in flames and he could never bring himself to forgive himself for making you feel such heart break.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled fighting back tears.

“It’s okay,” you said your voice muffled by his shirt.

“No it’s not,” Peter whispered.

“It’ll get okay Pete,” you pulled away so you could smile up at him. The tears in your eyes causing it to waver but you wouldn’t let the smile drop from your face. “It takes time but it will turn out okay. Just promise me Peter that you’ll take better care of yourself from now on.”

Peter nodded, pulling you back into him. You didn’t fight or argue, just letting yourself live in this moment. Letting the air clear between you both as time would heal all wounds.

#Peter Quill X Reader #Peter Quill / Reader #Peter Quill #Guardians Of the Galaxy #Peter Quill Imagine #GOTG #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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Ours | Chapter Two

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), rough sex, dominant Col, mentions of kinks such as piss kink and foot fetish, oral sex (m receiving), spanking, swearing

Presley

Our little fairytale has been broken. It’s time for Colson to go back to work.

He isn’t going back on tour or anything, not yet. But he does need to get in the studio and start recording. He’s planning a second pop-punk album and I’ve heard some of his ideas. It’s going to be great, I can just tell.

Although it’s hard not having Colson here every moment, at least it gives us a chance to miss each other. And it gives me some time to explore on my own.

I kiss Colson goodbye and he heads to the studio. Once his car is long gone, I go back up to our bedroom, shut the door, and grab my phone. For some reason, I’m nervous. It’s not like Colson’s going to come home, and even if he does, he’s seen me and touched me and he knows my body more than I do. But still, I’m self-conscious about watching porn.

I open up PornHub and conduct my first search: foot fetish. I want to understand what Colson loves so much about this. After a few videos, I still don’t really feel it, but I can understand why he would be interested. I tuck a few tips in my pocket for later.

Next up is dominating. This one is less surprising. It definitely makes sense why people are into this. I know Colson likes to be called daddy. I haven’t tried it yet, but I’m planning on surprising him with it at some point.

And finally, with a gulp, I search up golden showers.

This is the kink that scares me the most. It’s so degrading in a way. It’s clearly all about dominance, about claiming your partner. But as I search, a few different types of videos pop up. Something called omorashi piques my interest and I click on the video.

My cheeks flush when I realize what’s happening. There’s a man and a woman, and the woman is being forced to hold her pee. Again, all about dominance. Control. I wonder if Colson is into this, too.

I clear my history and switch to Spotify, turning on some music. It’s time to start making the house more my own.

I spend the next few hours cleaning and decorating. I’ve hung up some pictures, put out some decor, and moved some things around. It feels cozier here now, more lived in. it was such a bachelor pad when I first moved in, but now I’m turning it into our home.

I’ve just gotten out of the shower and I’m in the kitchen cutting up some veggies for a snack when I hear the garage door whir to life. Excitement rises in my belly. I’ve missed Colson, and it’s only been a few hours.

I turn to look at him when he opens the door, and my heart surges with love for the man. All six feet four inches of him. His hair is cut a bit shorter and he’s keeping some facial hair. He’s absolutely gorgeous. He smiles at me, and god, I love that smile so much. He hates it and I have no idea why.

“Hey, baby,” he says in that low voice, sweet like honey.

“Hey,” I greet, unable to hide my smile. He saunters into the house and sets down his bag before lifting me up onto the counter, a surprised squeak leaving my lips. He leans in close, sliding his big hands up my thighs, and kisses me slowly. The kiss is so deep yet gentle, and it makes my heart race. I let my hands slide over his shoulders and then let one drift up the back of his neck.

“Mm. Missed you,” he murmurs against my lips. “What did you do all day?”

“Decorated. Cleaned,” I say. “How was work?”

Colson’s blue eyes light up. “Great, actually!” he says, drumming his fingers on my thighs. “We got a song recorded. I’m really proud of it.”

“Good.” I smile and play gently with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Colson smirks a little. “Couldn’t stop thinking of you, though.”

“Oh, really?” I ask, grinning. “What were you thinking about?”

Colson’s eyes drop to my outfit. I’m wearing a matching set of bike shorts and a longline sports bra, black. My hair is wet and he pushes it off my shoulder, leaning down to kiss the damp skin. “Thinking about kissing every inch of you,” he hums against my shoulder. His hands slide slowly up my waist and around my back, pulling me closer to him. His hips press to mine and I can feel his cock starting to fill. A delighted shiver rushes through me.

“What else?” I ask breathily, closing my eyes as his lips move up the column of my neck.

Colson hums, making me shiver again. “Trying so many new things with you,” he purrs. “There’s so much we haven’t done. So much we can still do.”

I bite my lip as his lips drop gentle kisses across my collarbones. His smell is so intoxicating; he’s making me dizzy. “What do you want to try?” I ask.

Colson pulls back and looks into my eyes. His are a shade darker and his lips are redder. He cups my cheek and brushes the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip as he considers. “I really want to dominate you,” he says quietly, and my pussy throbs almost painfully. My thighs flex, begging to press together for some relief, but they’re glued to Colson’s trim hips. He smirks, so good at reading me.

“Do it,” I breathe, sliding my hands up to his neck. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Maybe we should talk about what it’s going to be like.”

I blush but make myself hold eye contact with him. “I watched some stuff earlier,” I say.

Colson raises a brow. “Like porn?”

I nod shyly.

Colson smirks a little. “What did you watch?”

“A couple videos of a guy dominating a girl,” I explain.

“And?” He’s hanging on my every word, his eyes roaming back and forth between my lips and eyes.

“And I would like to try it,” I admit. I bite my lip and with a surge of bravery, I add, “Daddy.”

Colson’s nostrils flare and his pupils widen even further. “Fuck,” he says tightly, jaw clenching. “That word is dangerous, Presley. You should know that before you say it again.”

“I trust you,” I say, and I mean it wholeheartedly. “Col.” I hold his face and look deep into his eyes. “Please. Dominate me. Show me who Machine Gun Kelly is.”

Colson bites his lip hard and then crashes his lips to mine. The kiss is messy and hard and so goddamn perfect. I whimper as his teeth sink into my lip, his hands finding my ass and squeezing. Colson groans, moving his hands away from my ass and up to my tits, squeezing them over my sports bra. “You’re going to do everything I say,” he murmurs. “Okay, angel?”

I swallow hard and nod.

Colson’s long fingers curl around my throat and my breath hitches as he squeezes lightly. “Say it.”

“Y-yes, daddy,” I say easily, and Colson’s eyelids flutter. He groans again and pulls me off the counter and into his arms.

I cling to him as he carries me into the living room, tossing me onto the couch. “You’re gonna get naked,” he says, “and then you’re gonna suck my cock.”

Desire blooms in my belly and I nod. “Yes, daddy,” I say again, getting to my feet so I can strip. His eyes never once leave me the entire time, and they follow me when I drop to my knees. I look up at him as I undo the button and zipper of his jeans, tugging them down around his ankles. I drop my eyes to where his dick is straining against white boxer briefs, and my mouth waters.

“Take ‘em off,” he says gruffly, putting a hand to the top of my head. I do as I’m told quickly, and I lean back a little as he steps out of his boxers and jeans. He tears his t-shirt over his head and stands naked above me. He’s so fucking tall and dominant and every bit of the role of daddy. I’d do anything for him.

I bring my eyes down to his cock, hard and leaking, and he curls a fist around the base. His free hand goes to the back of my head, bringing me closer to him. “Open,” he demands softly, and I do as I’m told. He places his dick on my tongue and then moves his hips forward until he’s filling my mouth, all the way to my throat. It isn’t deep enough to choke me, but it’s enough to constrict my airway, and my eyes start to water a little as I bring my hands to his hips.

“Hands off,” he snaps, shoving them away. “Fuck, I might have to tie you up for that.”

I whimper around his dick and his eyes go even darker. Finally, when stars start to cloud the edges of my vision, he draws his hips back. I let out a noisy breath and slump a little, trying to catch my breath. But then his dick is between my lips again and he’s thrusting. I close my eyes as he moves, tip prodding the back of my throat each time, and I gag every time it does. Tears are rolling down my cheeks now, but I can’t deny that I love it, can’t deny that I’m so wet it’s reached the tops of my inner thighs.

After a few minutes, Colson’s long fingers wrap around my hair and tug my head back. “On the couch,” he tells me. “Face down, ass up.”

“Yes, daddy,” I say, doing exactly as I’m told. I feel the couch sink behind me and then Colson’s hands find my ass.

He chuckles lowly. “Goddamn, baby, you are wet,” he marvels, dragging a finger through the arousal that’s leaked onto my thighs. I glance over my shoulder, watching as he slips his finger into his mouth and sucks my taste off of it. “Mm. Candy,” he purrs, and I shiver.

When he catches me watching him, his big palm comes down hard onto my ass. I squeal a little and grip the couch cushion, surprised. “Naughty girl, trying to touch me without permission,” he murmurs. He smacks my ass again, hard, and it stings, but I like it. No, I love it. I whimper and bite my lip hard as he continues to spank me, and I know the skin is raw and red and that it’s going to hurt to sit down later, and I love that.

“Spread your legs,” he demands and I do as I’m told, knees sliding apart on the oversize couch. Colson’s hands spread my asscheeks and I gasp when I feel the head of his huge cock against my pussy. He slides inside quickly, easily, and I’m trembling and panting, so full of him.

“Pres?” he says.

“Y-yes?”

“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you,” he says sternly, and I can’t help but whimper. Fuck, how am I supposed to stop myself? I must be silent for too long because his hand comes down on my ass again and I cry out. “Respond to me when I’m talking to you, angel,” he says tersely.

“O-okay, I won’t come until you tell me,” I stammer.

“Good girl,” Colson hums. And then, he starts to fuck me.

Hard.

I’m a sucker for this. He feels good no matter how he takes me, but when he really loses control and fucks me like this, it’s a perfect recipe for my eyes to cross, my jaw to slacken, and my legs to tremble until I lose it around him. All at once, I figure it out: he’s doing this on purpose. He knows I come fast when he fucks me like this, but I’m not allowed to. This is the most delicious torture.

All I can do is whimper and take it, desperately fighting against the way my stomach is already tensing with building pleasure. My legs start to convulse and I’m fighting it so hard, trying to think of anything but coming, and all at once, my resolve snaps. I lose it, contracting around his dick as it pounds into me, and I bury my face in the couch, knowing I’ve fucked up.

Colson grabs my hair and yanks it so hard that I lift up off the couch, only my knees still touching it. “What did I fucking tell you?” he seethes, pulling my back to his chest. “Told you not to come, you naughty slut.”

“I-I’m sorry,” I whimper, still dizzy and clenching from my orgasm. “I couldn’t help–”

“You couldn’t do as you were fucking told,” he hisses, slapping three fingers against my clit. It stings and I whimper, thighs fighting to press together.

“I-I–”

“No more fucking talking,” he says against my neck, sinking his teeth firmly into my sensitive flesh. I hiss when he sucks hard, no doubt leaving a bruise. But god, the combination of pain and pleasure is intoxicating.

Colson shoves my hips forward so his cock falls out of me. Then, he grips my hips and flips me onto my back. His eyes are dark as he lifts both of my legs up so they’re hanging over his shoulders, and when he pushes forward, I completely bend in half, my hips arching up, presenting my pussy to him. He drags his cock over my clit and my eyes roll back, and then, he delves inside of me again.

I’m sensitive from my orgasm, and he can get so deep like this that it almost hurts, but it’s a good ache. He’s moving more slowly this time. He still fucks me hard, but at least his pace isn’t as frenzied as it was before. Colson is an absolute wonder: eyes glazed with pleasure, cheeks flushed pink, hair messy. Lips red and shiny and swollen from biting them, veins bulging in his neck and arms. The blur of colorful, inked skin moving above me as he thrusts, reminding me who I belong to with every movement.

“God, I love you,” he grunts, and I don’t think he meant to say it, but his brow is furrowing and he’s getting close. I can tell by the way his abs tense up and his eyes close. “U-uhh, fuck,” he stutters, leaning closer, pushing my legs even closer to my chest. He picks up his pace then, fucking me so hard and fast that I can’t help but cry out.

“Cols– daddy!” I wail, back arching slightly into the pleasure. “P-please!”

“Please what?” he grunts, opening his eyes to look down at me. He’s so close. I can tell.

“Please, touch me,” I beg. “Let me come, daddy, please.”

Colson bites his lip and nods once. “Play with your clit,” he demands hastily. I don’t need to be told twice. I let my hand drift down my belly, my fingers finding my swollen clit, and I whimper at the added pleasure. “I’m gonna fucking come,” he grunts, hips stuttering. “Fuck, Presley, come with me, I’m almost there….”

“Cols,” I say breathlessly, stomach tightening as I feel it start to rise.

“Fuck! Come for me!” Colson all but yells, eyes squeezing shut as he slams his hips into mine. He lets out a choked sound as he lets go, coming hard inside me, and his release triggers mine. I scream out, back arching hard as my orgasm crashes into me like a freight train. I writhe against him, loving the way I can feel him come while I do the same.

Finally, at the same time, we start to descend our peaks, and Colson lets my legs fall around his waist. He pants as he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine in a slow and loving kiss. He pulls back and rests his face against my neck as our breathing returns to normal and our bodies relax. I stroke his back with shaky hands, legs trembling against his hips as I come down.

“Fuck,” Colson croaks. “I love you.” Gentle kisses soothe the tender spot on my neck where he bit me, and I shiver at the tender stroke of his tongue. He kisses beneath my jaw, trailing kisses until his lips find mine again, and we kiss like we need each other for air until his cock starts to soften inside of me.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, kissing me one last time before he pulls back. Instinctively, I place my hand between my legs to catch any mess, and Colson hurries to the bathroom for a towel. He helps me get cleaned up and then helps me to my feet so I can go to the bathroom.

When I get back, Colson is on the couch, looking beat, in nothing but boxer briefs. I slip his t-shirt over my head and crawl into his waiting arms. He presses a kiss to the top of my head as I snuggle up with him. We lie there quietly for a few minutes, my eyelids starting to droop.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “That wasn’t too much, was it?”

I huff a soft laugh. “Not at all,” I assure him. “I loved it.”

“Really?” Colson asks hopefully. “You’re so perfect, Presley Carver.”

I smile against his chest and close my eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he murmurs, stroking my back gently. “Naptime?”

“Naptime,” I agree.

“Hey, Pres?” he asks.

“Yeah?”

He pauses, playing gently with my still-damp hair. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I smile and slide my hand up his warm belly, onto his bare chest. I fit so perfectly in his arms. “Same goes to you, my love,” I assure him, and he relaxes completely beneath me. All either of us ever wanted was to love and be loved in return. As we drift off together in our home, I realize we’ve both gotten everything we wanted.

#mgk #machine gun kelly #colson baker #mgk fanfic #machine gun kelly fanfic #colson baker fanfic #mgk smut #machine gun kelly smut #colson baker smut

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Sure just rip my heart out and stomp all over it. Only Friends Episode 10.

It only took 10 episodes but they’ve finally done it and made me feel sympathetic to Top’s situation lol. I’ve clearly gone through my character arc 😝, that or they just made me more annoyed at other characters involved in their part of the story than I am at Top. Boeing, I am looking at you. Mew, you are pushing it. But in all seriousness, I had said I was trying to look at Top more positively, as I have seen him change from Mr Smugface Top Tier to a Mew simp.

I get why Mew would be annoyed to find Boeing at Top’s place and how it maybe set things back in his mind after deciding to give Top a second chance. Boeing was happy to stir the pot and I’m not really sure what he’s hoping to achieve other than annoy me and Top, and probably Ray and Sand too based on the preview. Is it just revenge at being dumped? Does he want Top? Mew? Sand? Is he Boston 2.0 so if he can’t be happy then no one can? Him pushing up his glasses at the end of the scene in Top’s apartment gave me full on anime villain vibes lol.

And then there’s Mew. Omg accidentally liking one of Boeing’s insta posts💀Like I said I get Boeing’s appearance probably upset him all over again. But I had thought revenge era was kind of over after everything that happened with Ray. The talk at the hostel and pushing Top in the pool felt like things were settled about Mew giving him that second chance. But then suddenly inviting Boeing to the wakeboarding… Now, maybe he’s got some trick up his sleeve and is somehow playing Boeing in some way, or maybe he is testing Top, because trust is a hard thing to win back and there’s no way he would want to be taken for a fool all over again (Though from a viewer POV we have seen how Top interacts with Boeing and there’s nothing between them). I don’t know what he’s up to. Also, I feel like he let Boeing’s lips touch his for way too long lol. I just feel it ignited my sympathy for Top in wanting Mew to make a choice. Either commit to the two of them and give Top that chance properly with no games or tests, or let it go, call time on him and Top and find a (healthy) way to move on.

And so onto Boston and Nick. Boston certainly had a tough time while Nick was exploring things with Daddy Dan. I knew Atom was a little scary but to straight up lie and imply Boston took advantage of him… Ugh. I’m not Cheum’s biggest fan but I can’t blame her for believing her brother over Boston, especially considering the whole pursuing and manipulating Top thing that just happened recently. I didn’t like everything she said, and Mew seemed to enjoy the moment a bit too much with his little pat on Boston’s shoulder, but as Ray brought up, and Cheum later focussed on, regardless of anything else, Atom is her little brother. And though it really isn’t anyone’s business if they’re both consenting adults, it isn’t really the done thing to shag your bestie’s siblings. I know Boston tried to dissuade Atom a bit, but considering how strained the friendships already were, he probably should have took a hard pass on sleeping with Atom. Kicking him out the project too was a bit rough. It seemed as if Ray wasn’t quite down with everything that was happening, and I certainly felt bad for Boston. He did something shitty to Mew, but he doesn’t deserve this bullshit scenario Atom has created. But we’ll have to see where things go, if the truth comes out, or if Boston is left abandoned and without a way to graduate, and so goes with his back up plan of moving to New York.

Boston had already seemed to be having ‘feelings’ about Nick. First, looking at his picture and then last episode after seeing him with Dan. Whether it’s love or just fondness/familiarity, missing his company, after all he does say he missed him, it’ll be interesting to see where, if anywhere, he and Nick goes. I do at least feel as if he’s being genuine this time rather than dangling hope-shaped relationship carrots in front of Nick. Their scenes in the store and on the roof were really good and I did feel like I could get on board with them again. I mean, it’ll come down to if they can be honest with each other about what they really want their relationship to be as to whether anything between them is going to work. I don’t know if Boston can, wants to or even should change his sex life. Obviously, there were a couple of people he should have definitely not had sex with, but in general having multiple partners and enjoying sex isn’t anything bad or wrong. I don’t know what he can actually offer Nick in the end. I mean, their sex scene certainly showed a hell of a lot more care than anything we’d seen before. Hopefully, Boston can figure out what he wants and what degree of a relationship he is able to commit to. I would prefer him to be honest about what he can offer Nick, be it an attempt at being boyfriends or just their old agreement of friends with benefits, and then it’ll be down to Nick to make an informed decision. And whether he needs to have a little chat with Dan as to where exactly everybody stands.

And finally, Ray and Sand. Argh, it hurts. First punch to the gut - I just don’t want to sing at your funeral. Second punch - how fucking cute Ray and his donut was lol. I’m glad Ray didn’t force Sand to reveal himself to his father and gave him an out even if it was at the last moment. Who knows how the guy might have taken the news. Sand had been going to the bar on a number of occasions so deep down he probably does want to tell him, but it was right of Ray to not pressure him by making it a condition of him going to rehab in the end. Rehab/therapy, I’m glad Ray went that first time, even if he was doing it purely because Sand asked him to. I can understand his reluctance to talk at that point. He’s kept everything buried beneath alcohol for years. There’s that fear of if you start talking, be vulnerable for even a moment then everything will come tumbling out and you’ll have to face what you’ve been forcing down. The same goes for stopping drinking. Ray has numbed himself to his trauma for a long time, without alcohol there’s going to be a hell of a lot of feelings coming to the surface as well as withdrawal and shifts in mood.

I think Ray’s father having asked Sand for help in getting Ray into rehab had been the most likely end to that conversation from episode 7, and of course, Ray overheard them. I’d been so proud of him for putting the bottles of alcohol in the bin. If only he’d had a bigger bin he might not have gone downstairs maybe in search of garbage bags (also I’ll assume the maid would empty the bin and recycle those bottles lol). The scene at Sand’s place though. God damn, it was so good and hurt like a bitch. As soon as money was involved, Ray couldn’t believe Sand had ever cared for him. Threw back some of what Sand had said about ‘doing anything for money’, ‘liking jobs that pay big’. The way he broke down, feeling betrayed and used, and thinking all the times he’d been happy were nothing but lies. My heart. And of course Sand. He could have easily screamed and shouted right back and yet he did his best to treat Ray gently and calmly, despite being emotional. Ack, and the frustrated cry after he broke down once Ray left, the realisation that he was asking Ray to quit alcohol but could just as easily enable him by having alcohol in his home and him throwing that jar of plum wine. I wonder if we’ll see an on screen reconciliation or skip forward? There’s also Boeing to possibly cause more problems, though I want to say I have faith Sand wouldn’t go back there, though if it’s at a time when he and Ray aren’t back on good terms… I know Sand seems to have it out for Top, but I’d assume he wouldn’t be all that impressed with the ex that cheated either.

And then another impressive performance from Khaotung as Ray. I’m glad Ray’s father cleared things up, though the way he speaks to Ray at the start, honestly, I get why Ray wouldn’t want to listen and gets defensive. I wonder if he’s always spoken so harshly or if their communication broke down over time as Ray spiralled lower? Ray looked tired and done with everything after the situation with Sand was revealed and I’m kind of happy we see him going straight back to the therapist. If he wants a relationship with Sand, it’s in his best interests to start facing his demons. I’m sure Sand will do what he can to support him, but he needs to do it for himself not just because Sand told him to. This time he has attended rehab, yes still for Sand, but this time because he wants to, he chose to go, he chose to take the steps to stop hurting the person he loves. It’s a step on the road to recovery.

Being with me requires patience - as soon as he said that all I could think about were the comments from people who were so against Ray these last few episodes. His character indeed needs patience and understanding. Because of drink and drugs he’s not always in control of his actions, because of his past he doesn’t always behave appropriately or as you want him to. He’s emotional and he’s a mess. But he can also be adorable and kind and loving and make Sand smile. For those moments, Sand has put up with a lot. Like I said last episode, if Sand is strong enough and indeed has the patience, then I want for him to support Ray in getting better and continue to love him. Because yes, Ray deserves to be loved and happy.

Overall, this was a fantastic episode. I’m confused over Top and Mew, hopeful for Sand and Ray, and willing to support Boston and Nick in figuring out what they want to be to one another. I would like for the truth to come out about Atom, and for Boeing to get lost and just do one lol.

I’m really excited for the next episode. I can’t believe we’re so close to the end.

#only friends the series #only friends episode 10 #only friends ep10 #Every week I love Ray more #Please let him and Sand be happy #firstkhaotung #sandray #bostonnick #neomark #topmew #forcebook

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daisies-and-domming · 2 years

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Movie Night for Two (Can I Call it a Date?) (SFW)

Summary: Steve can't make movie night - normally you’d be sad but alone time with the girl of your dreams is just what you're looking for.

Warnings: swearing, confessions, vague hints at past homophobia, fem!reader

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

Steve Harrington is a good wingman ;) Considering making a second part where Robin and reader get it on… lmk if that’s an interest :P

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Honestly, you were kind of pissed at Steve. After the embarrassment he was when applying to Family Video alongside you and Robin, you had organized a weekly movie night to “inject some culture into his veins” (Robin’s words, not yours). Now you're here, alone with the girl you've been crushing on for ages, and the only warning you get from Steve is a phone call saying he “can't make it”. No explanation, no reason, no nothing. If this was Steve’s way of telling you to make a move you swear you're going to stab him through the next time you see him.

Despite all the angry feelings you were currently harboring for Steve, a little part of you couldn't help but be grateful. Alone time!! With Robin!!! it was screaming like you weren't already hyper aware of the scenario you've gotten yourself into.

“-lo? Helloooo, y/n, you in there?? Yoo hoo, this is Robin, calling from planet Ear-”

You flail at her, face flushing.

“Hello, commander Robin,” you say, making a face at her, “How can I help you?”

Trying her best to hold back a smile, she responds, “Well, cadet, I was asking a certain someone if they wanted to watch the movie, but for some reason they seemed to have found their way out of the atmosphere and into lala land.”

You blink back at her, a little shocked you missed it. “Yeah, I'd love to. Sorry I'm space-y, I'm just pissed that Steve ditched last minute.”

An unreadable look crossed her face before she stuck her bottom lip out, faking a pout. “How dare he. Doesn't he want to spend the night with two gorgeous ladies and watch an incredible movie?”

You both snort, and she motions you towards the couch, where a plethora of snacks are already strewn about. You plop on the couch next to her and let out a little sigh, reveling in the way her face scrunched up when she was focused.

Cheering when the movie finally slid in, Robin sank into the couch next to you. Children of Paradise was one of Robin’s favorite movies (you had watched it with her about a thousand times) but you couldn't bring yourself to stare at anything but her. Even in her dumb pajama set and no makeup, Robin was stunning. You felt a little guilty not watching the screen - Robin loved this movie, and sharing it was clearly important to her, even if she had already made you watch it on repeat - but the light from the TV practically made her glow, and you didn’t realize she had noticed until she started making faces at you.

“I swear if you just missed the best scene in the movie because you’re staring at me-”

“I’m not staring!!” you retort, continuing to stare. “I’m just… admiring, is all.”

She snorted, but the flush that overtook the rise of her cheekbones indicated that she didn’t seem to mind. “Whatever, dorkus. That just means you have to watch it again next week when we tie Steve up so he can’t ditch us again.”

“Of course, of course,” you said, sending her a grin. “As you wish, m’lady.”

She gasped, throwing a hand to her chest. “M’lady? What am I, some sort of dashing young damsel?”

“Uh, duh,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I wouldn’t fall in love with just anyone, y’know.”

She whipped her head in your direction, blinking rapidly. Shit, that was not supposed to come out of your mouth. “You’re just my best friend and I love you very much- like platonically!! And sometimes words come out wrong, and I can’t control my brain - like right now - and I’ll accidentally say something that offends the other person and I’m so sorry and-”

“Would you say that to Steve, ‘accidentally?’” Robin said, staring you dead in the eyes. “Or would you mean it when you said it to him?”

It was your turn to blink at her. “If you think I have any intention of hitting on Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington I’d like to remind you that our relationship is platonic, like platonic-”

“-with a capital P, I know,” she said, looking away. “‘m sorry, I got carried away, let’s just finish the movie.”

Her eyes flicked back to the screen, but even you could tell she wasn’t paying any attention. You fidget, unsure. Steve had been telling you for weeks to confess to her and get it out.

“If she says no at least you’ll know,” he’d said, like it was the easiest thing to confess to someone of the same sex who could potentially never talk to you ever again. You’d moved cities to escape rumors and hatred, you had reminded him at the time. Asking a lady out also meant coming out, and you were starting to like your Hawkins friend group, thank you very much.

Your eyes flicker back to Robin, who looked just as uncomfortable as you felt. Fuck it, you thought, I came out to Steve motherfucking Harrington, this is nothing.

Except it was something. Because, sure, coming out to the stereotype of ‘straight white boy’ wasn’t a walk in the park, but this was your dream girl for fuck’s sake.

“Hey, Robin?” you whisper, testing the waters. “Yeah?” she whispered back, uncharacteristically quiet.

“I meant it,” you said, a little more confidently. “I meant what I said earlier.”

She stiffened, and you felt panic bubble in your stomach, but you refused to let that stop you. “I don’t understand-”

“Yes, you do,” you said, staring her right in the eyes. “Robin Buckley, I’m in love with you. And I know it’s not ‘normal,’ or whatever, to like girls, but I can’t help it, and if you never want to talk to me ever again, I understand, and honestly I can’t believe I told Steve before I told you-”

“Steve knows?” she shrieked, like that was the most appalling part of your whole monologue. “Steve knows and he didn’t even try to tell me you liked me back?? That two-timer! That ungrateful sack of shit! I dropped all those Nancy hints for him and he didn’t even give me a hint!!”

Time stopped. She gawked at you, flushing under your gaze. “...back?”

“Uhm, yeah, haha, I super-like girls too, y’know, just a big ol’ lady lover-”

You reach across the couch and pull her closer to you and she stops, staring up at you. You run a thumb over her lips, and she nods like her life depends on it, letting you lead her into a kiss. While it didn’t feel like fireworks like the movies pretend it does, kissing Robin was like coming home after months of being away. It felt safe. Like nothing else mattered. Like there wasn’t a kid with superpowers and giant demon-like creatures out to get her. Like maybe your life might actually be going somewhere.

She pulled back, a cunning grin on her face. “Me thinks Stevie-poo owes Dustin twenty dollars.”

You snort, knowing exactly where this was heading. “They were betting on us and you knew about it??”

“Correction,” she said, booping your nose. “They were betting on you confessing to this ‘mystery person who you totally know Robin but we can’t tell you’- wait, does that mean that Dustin knew before me too??”

“He’s always with Steve!!” you say, face bright red. “And I mean I’ve been part of this psycho babysitter club thing we have going forever, he’s like a little brother to me.”

“Oh my god,” she murmured, giggling. “We’re so stupid.” “The dumbest,” you agreed. “Want to make up for lost time?”

“Are you kidding?” she said, grinning. “Hell yeah I do.”

Word Count: 1289

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #stranger things x reader #i'm just a beautiful gorl in a beautiful gworld #this woman owns my heart #stranger things

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TIMING: current / evening LOCATION: wormwoods PARTIES: @sofiedupont & @mortemoppetere SUMMARY: while on a walk in the woods, sofie runs into someone she hoped she wouldn't see again... and then they both run into something worse. CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of child abuse

She had gone out for an evening stroll.

Of course, the woods in the late spring evening probably weren’t the best idea, but it wasn’t as though Sofie had a great deal of options in regards to time. She rather liked not being burnt by the sun, even if she did miss the warmth of it’s rays on her skin some days.

But lighting wasn’t her current issue.

The issue was that she was fairly certain that she was being followed.

The vampire had picked up her pace, heading out of the woods, She’d get out of the woods, head to the Masque, and then go home with two red eyes. It’s fine Sofie, stop being so skittish…

A branch snapped behind her.

Sofie choked back a scream and whirled around, expecting to see a monster. Instead, she saw a man.

A man that she had seen before.

“You,” She said, immediately taking three steps back, her hand searching for the small knife Cassius had given to her to carry. “I’m not bothering anyone, and I’ve already told you as much as I know. Please, just let me go home.” ______

Why did people still go into the woods in this town? How many ‘missing’ posters would it take to finally dissuade hikers from wandering out among the trees, becoming one with nature or whatever it was they liked to do out here? It was stupid. There was no fucking point to any of it.

But it paid the bills, anyway. Emilio had had a few clients come to him recently with missing loved ones who’d last been seen in this part of the woods, and while he had little hope of finding any of them alive, he figured if he could find out what was killing them he could stop it from killing anyone else.

When he spotted another person wandering in the woods ahead of him, he was entirely prepared to tell them to get the hell out before they wound up something’s dinner. But then he got closer, and that familiar shiver went down his spine. Undead. Suddenly, he couldn’t help but wonder if this stranger was the one responsible for the disappearances.

Deciding to follow to make sure, he stayed a ways behind her. But then —

A branch broke. She turned around, and familiarity flooded through him. Shit. “I’m not looking to —” Wait. A branch broke. Emilio faltered. That wasn’t him.

It was the only thought he could form before a hulking mass appeared from the woods to their right, letting out a low chortle. It was a hodgepodge of different things, one of the ugliest goddamn chimeras he’d ever seen. And it clearly wasn’t just animals, either; Emilio spotted a face in the midsection, one of the ones that had been staring up at him from a file on his desk for days now. Shit.

“Maybe you should go home now,” he said dryly, turning to the vampire with a frustrated glare. “Before you get in my way.”

—

He started talking, saying something about not looking to do something. Given her recent track record, Sofie wasn’t so sure she believed that. She looked confused as he cut himself off. Then she understood why.

Sofie wasn’t sure what it was exactly. She did know that it was massive, and that it was perhaps the single most horrifying thing she had ever set her eyes on. A startled shriek rang through the trees as she took several steps back on instinct. Faces and limbs that jutted out at strange angles- everything in her told her to run.

Her gaze pivoted to the slayer, who was glaring at her?! Why was he glaring at her? She’d done nothing wrong! “Believe me, I don’t want to be in your way.” She said, taking a few slow steps backward, her eyes back on the creature in horror. One of its faces swiveled and locked onto Sofie. And much to her dismay, it decided it was more interested in her than it was in the slayer. It started for her.

She hissed, spinning on her heel to run, fishing her knife from her pocket. “I think it’s a bit late for that now, though!”

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It was clear that she didn’t believe him, though Emilio couldn’t bring himself to care. She might not have been involved in the massacre that killed his daughter, but she’d still broken bread with the people who were. She’d still stayed in their homes, still made small talk with them around the house. Guilty by association might not be enough to justify him putting a stake through a heart, but it was certainly enough for him not to care if she thought he was a threat to her.

Mostly, he wanted her to go. Seeing her here felt like a reminder of a thousand things he’d rather not remember, the grief and the rage swelling up in his chest all at once. Sometimes, he let himself forget all the things he’d lost. He closed his eyes to it, he pretended it was nothing. But in moments like this? With someone who knew, even if he’d only said the words in a fit of anger? That became much harder.

In a way, the chimera was almost a relief. At least it gave him something else to focus on, some other beast to fight. He’d always done so much better with things like this; when the monster only existed inside his head, slaying it became an impossible task.

But, of course, things still couldn’t be easy. If things were easy, the vampire would have run. And maybe she’d been about to, before the chimera started her way. Emilio would have been lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him that, for a moment, considered just letting the beast tire itself out killing the vampire. For a moment. But the moment didn’t last as long as it would have a few years ago, because they never did anymore. He hadn’t been cold since Flora was born, even if he’d tried to earn that coldness back after her death. He couldn’t let the goddamn vampire die, even if he was supposed to. Even if it was what his mother would have expected.

So he surged forward, kicking its tail and grabbing its spine to jerk it back away from the vampire and towards him instead. It turned one of its terrible heads, and he found himself looking into the eyes of that girl whose picture was still on his desk. At least he could probably get her family something to bury, depending on how he played his cards here. “Lo siento,” he told the head quietly. It opened its mouth and let out a screech that sounded half human, half animal. Emilio ducked the swing of one of its many arms. “You might need more than a small knife if you’re going to stay. El fuego es bueno, for these things.”

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He grabbed the beast so she could… run? She blinked rapidly as she thoughts raced to catch up with the present situation. Sofie was no fool. She knew the man probably wouldn’t care if she was killed by the thing in front of them. But then why was he helping her? Maybe he wasn’t trying to help at all and was just going for the kill. But he’d pulled it’s attention away from her. She couldn’t just leave him there.

She glanced down at the knife and then back up at the beast. He probably had a point regarding the size of the knife. “Kurwa mać,” Sofie hissed before digging through her bag. She knew she had a lighter somewhere- she’d taken to carrying one in the twenties and never broken the habit. She cursed until her hand met metal in the depths of the bag.

In her distraction she wandered too close, narrowly missing a well aimed swipe by the… whatever the hell the damned thing was. Cursing with a renewed vigor, she searched for something to light on fire. “ogień,” she muttered to herself over and over, half distraction, half plea for something flammable. Her eyes fell on a large stick. That would work. She hastily tore fabric from the bottom of her shirt and wrapped it around the end of the stick. Moments later, it was ablaze. “Now what?!”

———

He was a little surprised that the vampire didn’t turn tail and run the moment she had an opportunity. Just as Emilio had no reason to care if she lived or died, she owed nothing to him. If she were smart, he thought, she’d already be halfway back to town by now, leaving both man and beast behind her. Maybe this meant nothing beyond the fact that she simply wasn’t very smart, then.

He continued to wrestle with the chimera as she rummaged through her purse, grunting as it sunk teeth into his arm. It was the teeth from the human mouth, at least; there was an alligator mouth attached to another part of the body that would have done far worse damage than the duller teeth of a human girl, not designed for ripping flesh.

The light of the fire seemed unnaturally bright, perhaps due to the slayer’s night vision. Emilio, with the chimera’s teeth still locked around his arm, looked up to the vampire with an expression of disbelief. “Now what?” He repeated the question, with a shake of his head. “Fucking kill it, that’s now what. Find a part that looks like it’ll burn and burn it.” He yanked his arm free at last, taking a few teeth along with him when the beast refused to let go. Were teeth an acceptable piece of remains to deliver to a next of kin? They might be the only thing of the girl that was salvageable when this was finished.

—

She had just looked up from her bag when teeth sank into flesh. She let out a yelp, and moved faster. He was fine. Probably. He was a slayer, he probably dealt with worse things than giant horrifying amalgamations of dead people and animals biting into his arm all the time, right? Sofie didn’t quite buy that lie. He may have been terrifying, but he didn’t deserve to die a horrific death.

But then he was yelling at her in disbelief. The vampire scowled back at him. “Excuse me if it’s my first time fighting a fucking monster!” She hissed as she sized up the monster, looking for a section that seemed flammable. Sofie didn’t want to think about it too much. She got as close as she dared, and held the flames to a particularly hairy patch of the beast, hoping the flames would catch.

It let out an animalistic howl of pain before lashing out, catching Sofie in the chest and sending her flying back onto the forest floor. She wheezed, looking back at the make-shift torch. It was still burning. She scrambled to her feet and moved to try again, tossing the lighter in the direction of the slayer. “It’ll go faster if it’s burning in more than one spot.”

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“How the fuck is this your first time fighting a monster?” How old was she? Did it matter? Even if she was only as old as she looked — something Emilio doubted, given her demeanor — she was more than old enough to have experience with this sort of thing. The first time he’d fought a ‘monster’ in the vaguest sense, he’d barely been old enough to stand. He didn’t even remember what it had been.

(He remembered being afraid, though. He remembered winning the fight, but being punished anyway. And he’d deserved that. Slayers weren’t supposed to be afraid. He’d known that, even then.)

Someone had failed her, at some point, if she’d made it this far without learning to fight something like this. Especially in this town, as often as things like this popped up. Someone had failed her, but that was hardly important now. What was important now was killing this son of a bitch before it killed him, because dying in the woods in front of someone who had broken bread and made small talk with his daughter’s murderers didn’t sound nearly as tempting as going home and getting a drink. (There were days when it would have. He knew that.)

He caught the lighter as she threw it to him, deciding not to mention that he had one of his own in his pocket. He fumbled for a branch, ripping off his shirt and wrapping it around the wood before setting it ablaze. “Two directions, then,” he told her, shooting her a glare through the smoke and the flames. “You from your end, me from mine. Hit it until it stops moving, and don’t burn the fucking forest down. You can handle this?”

—

“What do you mean ‘how is it my first time’?!” She hissed, dodging out of the way of a rather sharp pair of claws that looked like they may have belonged to a bear at one point. “Chyba sobie kurwa żartujesz,” Sofie muttered, shaking her head. “This has more limbs than the monsters I’m used to!” The monsters that held stakes and knives and crosses, the monsters that looked like him.

He caught the lighter as Sofie dodged the blows the monster tried to hit her with. Being faster than a human helper in these scenarios, she decided. Otherwise, she’d be half eaten by that crocodile head by now.

“Two directions,” she echoed. She could worry about whether or not he would just kill her after he killed the more imminent threat later. For now, they just had to survive the next few minutes and burn this thing without burning themselves to crisps alongside it. “I can handle it.”

Slipping closer with preternatural speed, she held the flames to it once more, not daring to stay in one spot longer than a few moments. Horrible screams echoed into the night as the flames started to catch. “It’s working!”

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“I mean, how is it your first time?’” Emilio repeated the phrase with a grunt, ducking to avoid another swipe of claws. Was that arm from a bear? Jesus. He made a note to check up on Nora, even if it was a ridiculous notion. He knew she was fine, just like he knew the arm on the chimera’s body wasn’t from a bugbear. Something in him ached anyway. “You have to be, what, a hundred? And you’ve never fought a monster like this? Ay, this is kid stuff.”

Kid stuff that kept coming dangerously close to getting those reptilian jaws around him. And that sweeping tail was unfamiliar — something supernatural? That was worrying. There was no telling what kind of hidden abilities this thing might be packing. Their best hope at making it out of this shit was to kill this monster as soon as they could.

Which, he could begrudgingly admit, was easier done when coming at it from two directions was a possibility. The vampire (Christ, he didn’t even know her name) moved in with her torch, and Emilio moved in with his. Burnt flesh of various kinds sizzled, the scent filling the air. As disgusting as it was to think so, it almost smelled like barbecue.

“Don’t let up,” he barked the order at the vampire, holding his own torch in closer. The chimera screamed and writhed, swiping at them both, but it was too far gone to do anything. Already mostly on fire, already too late to be saved. That wouldn’t stop it from going down fighting, though. That bear arm, now aflame, swiped towards him again, claws sinking into his side. Emilio let out a grunt as they tore themselves free, stumbling a little. Ah, shit. Blood dripped onto the ground, and the chimera kept on swiping. Dodging was getting more difficult. “I need to back out,” he yelled, perhaps an octave too high. “I’m — Shit. If you don’t keep on it, it’ll probably kill me.” It wasn’t a request, wasn’t a question. It was almost like he was offering her a choice — keep on it, or let him die. Keep carrying that risk, or run away. He honestly wasn’t sure which option she’d go with.

—

“Just turned three hundred-fifteen, but who’s counting.” She shot back, with something vaguely resembling a smile. “I’m scared to ask what you’d consider ‘grown up stuff’.” It wasn’t really the time for jokes, but they could both be eaten by the thing writhing and lashing out in the clearing in the next few minutes. So it seemed as good a time as any.

A human hand lashed out, blunt nails scrabbling to grab purchase before Sofie yanked her arm away, batting the limb off with the torch. The smell of the smoke was wretched. Each new burn on the beast was a reminder of how flammable she was. And just how bad it would be if she didn’t get out of there when the beast was finally nothing but an ember in the woods.

Her eyes went wide as claws tore into the man’s side. That was very bad. The scent of blood caught her nose. She was too focused on not getting murdered to keep her eyes from shifting hue. Red eyes stayed focused on the flaming, writhing mass in front of her. “Go on, I’ve got this.”

Sofie wasn’t certain if it was a lie or not. What she did know was that if he stood there, bleeding out and wounded while he tried to dodge blows, he wouldn’t survive the next few minutes. And she’d already died once before. And perhaps, in whatever small way, helping him might help to absolve her of the sin she hadn’t known she’d committed.

She could do this. she could last a few more minutes.

Sofie dove out of the way of a set of teeth she couldn’t waste time to identify, whacking the head with the torch. She lit up a tree branch, ripping the branch from the limb as the leaves crackled and sparked. The beast let out a frustrated screech as it continued to be engulfed in flames. She took the branch and jabbed it at one of the heads, trying to get its eyes. The howl she heard served as confirmation that it worked. The flames grew higher and higher, and as the vampire dodged she noticed its attacks slow until it collapsed in a firey heap, unmoving.

She ripped her sweater off, she followed her nose to find where the slayer had gone. She moved cautiously, as though she were approaching a wounded animal. Sofie held out her sweater. “To staunch the bleeding.”

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“It’s not scary if you’re a grown up,” he snorted, half a joke. Most people didn’t find his humor particularly funny, but he still did. Maybe it was okay, sometimes, if you were the only person laughing at your jokes. Target audience and all that.

He saw the familiar shift in her expression when the smell of his blood hit the air, though he’d learned not to worry about such things. A slayer’s blood wasn’t exactly what a vampire would consider a tasty snack, given the way it burned going down. Emilio had weaponized his more than once. Something told him he wouldn’t have to do so today, though. For all that he disliked her, he didn’t consider her a threat. Not anymore.

And, in any case, he was in no state to fight. He stumbled back without really waiting for her to confirm that she’d keep the fight going. Whether she did or didn’t, there wasn’t much he could do about it on his end. Either she’d run and he’d die, or she’d stay and he’d live. It was entirely out of his control.

It seemed she’d chosen the latter, though. Emilio forced himself to stay on his feet despite how badly his legs wanted to give way underneath him, watching her finish off the chimera with gritted teeth. When she turned to move towards him, he made an attempt to wave her off with a bloody arm. “I’m fine,” he snapped, letting his uninjured arm fall down to cradle his side. With his shirt already removed to make his torch, the wound was fully exposed. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but it certainly wasn’t good. She had a point about needing to stop the bleeding.

Emilio glanced around, eyes falling on the burning corpse. Cauterizing it would be better than holding a sweater against it. He yanked out a knife, marching passed the vampire to hold the blade to the flames, stubbornly avoiding the alternative she was offering in the form of her sweater.

—

Sofie raised an eyebrow. “No, you very clearly are not.” She said stubbornly. “You were just slashed up by whatever that was- the bear paw, if I’m not mistaken?” Despite the blood, she managed to get her eyes closer to brown than they had been moments before. Thank goodness she wasn’t particularly hungry… and she’d had a few centuries to have a modicum of self control.

Alarm bells rang in her head as he moved toward the fire. She was no medical expert, but that would definitely hurt. And would still need bandaging. “Please just let me help you- I understand that you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, but just take the sweater. So that the smell of you cooking doesn’t send more of it’s friends our way.

The vampire held it out, her eyes pleading. It was worth a shot. “Besides, you should go to the hospital. If that wound goes deeper than you can cauterize, what are you going to do then? You’ll still bleed to death, even if you’re not leaving a trail. You can use this as a tourniquet.”

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“Sí, sí,” Emilio confirmed, “a bear paw. It’s a chimera. The…” He waved a hand at the smoldering corpse. If she’d killed it, she at least ought to know what it was, right? And besides, the conversation seemed to be shifting her back from her hunger pangs. Even if his blood wouldn’t taste great, he wasn’t looking to lose any to her hungry teeth. He was losing enough to the ground as it was.

He stared at the fire and the knife turning red as she spoke, gritting his teeth against both the physical pain of the injury and the irritation in her concern. She wasn’t supposed to be worried about him. What was with the undead in this town? Her, the vampire nurse who kept trying to help him… Couldn’t any of them leave well enough alone?

He laughed sharply at her suggestion of a hospital. “That isn’t going to happen.” Even if he wanted to go to a hospital, they’d ask questions he didn’t want to answer. Hospitals asked for things like insurance and social security numbers… neither of which Emilio had. After all the shit he’d been through, he wasn’t going to let something as silly as deportation be what sent him back to the country where everything wanted to be the thing to kill him. He continued holding the knife over the fire, but turned to shoot the vampire a quick glare. “If I take your sweater, you won’t mention the hospital again? I’m not going. And I don’t need to go. I’ve had worse than this on my own.”

—

A chimera. The image of a beast with the head of a lion, a serpent for a tail, and a body that of a goat floated through her mind. A thing of myth from ancient times. Sofie looked back at the smoldering heap of limbs and faces that twisted into a hulking mass. None of it matched, and that was perhaps the only thing that reminded her of the old myths. So she supposed the name fit.

She watched as the flame made the metal blade glow. Her frown grew by the second as he stood there, bleeding, and determined to fix it by causing himself more pain. There were better ways to fix it.

She blinked, not expecting the final question. It seemed he was relenting. “I will stop talking about hospitals if you use the sweater as a tourniquet instead of burning yourself, yes.” Sofie lifted the soft fabric once more, holding it out as though it were a peace offering. “Here.”

_____

The fact that she was still here at all was something of a surprise. Making sure he didn’t die was one thing — strange, sure, but not entirely incomprehensible — but staying to chat afterwards? He’d made it pretty clear he didn’t care for her, and he was confident the feeling was a mutual one. So why was she watching him prepare to cauterize his wound with such concern? Why was she urging him to go to a hospital? Why was she handing him her damn sweater?

His nostrils flared in quiet frustration as he dropped the knife to his side, taking the metal away from the heat and letting the Maine air cool it again. “Fine,” he grumbled, removing the hand that was clasped over the wound to snatch the sweater from her. He pressed it against his bloody side with enough pressure to make him see stars, vision graying out for a moment before finding a new equilibrium. Emilio grunted, jaw tightly clenched. He refused to let the pain show on his face, though the way he’d paled certainly betrayed some discomfort.

Looking up at the vampire, he gestured to the sweater soaking up blood on his side as best he could without displacing it. “There. Happy? I’m ruining your pinche sweater for you.”

—

For as uneasy as she was around hunters, she was fairly confident that this man was not about to plunge a stake into her chest. The poor thing had more important things to worry about. Like the fact that a bear claw had torn into him. He paled as he pressed the sweater into his wound and Sofie watched him carefully. She wasn’t about to leave the man in the woods for dead. She wondered how difficult it would be to get the man back into town by her own in case he went down… perhaps Zane would be able to help with the man’s reluctance to go to the hospital. And Sofie certainly couldn’t blame him for that- if she went to a hospital, she’d turn into a walking experiment.

“It is just a sweater.” She said calmly. “I can get a new one. It’s better to lose a sweater than it is for you to die. Do you think you can make it back to town, or shall I call for help?” It was a strange sort of calm. The sort that creeps in during emergencies, or times of uncertainty. But Sofie would gladly take calm over fear.

———

At the thought of her calling for help — one of her contacts, most likely, since he doubted she’d trust any of his — Emilio’s heart kicked up a beat in a way he hated. Paranoia tore through his chest, whispering warnings in his ears. Trap. That’s a trap. She’ll call someone to finish the job so she can keep her hands clean. It was a nonsensical fear; if she wanted him dead, she would have just run and let the chimera do it. He reminded himself of as much, even if it was hard to do around his screaming mind.

“I can make it back,” he ground out, still pressing that sweater to his side. “Don’t call anyone.” He didn’t comment on the rest of her statement — that she’d rather lose her sweater than watch him die. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand a lot of things, these days. It was easier when the world was something black and white. There were times when Emilio still missed it.

—

She realized she still didn’t know the man’s name. He was bleeding in the woods since he had to contend with another person being present for a chimera attack. But then, maybe it was a good thing that someone else had been there. He’d gotten hurt, after all. If he hadn’t had backup, he might have died. Sofie took a step back, nodding.

“I won’t call anyone… do you need a phone to call someone you know?” Of course he didn’t trust her, even if she hadn’t made a move to harm him. But she could still try to help. “I’m Sofie…” she wasn’t sure if a name would work. If an introduction would do something to humanize her. It was worth a shot…

_______

“I have a phone,” though he wasn’t sure who to call. Rhett, probably, though he was likely to complain even as he stitched Emilio up. Things with his brother still felt tense, uneasy. He couldn’t help but remember their fight in Mexico, when Rhett left and Emilio let him. Maybe Owen would be a better bet, or even Nora. Both were likely to mock him, but it would feel better than the stifling nature of Rhett’s concern, the kind of worry that could only come from someone who knew you a little too well.

In all likelihood, he knew, he’d call no one at all. He’d go home and deal with his injuries the same way he always did, and they’d heal into messy scars a little slower than they might if he knew how to care for them properly. In any case, he didn’t want the vampire — didn’t want Sofie wasting either of their time with her concern. “Emilio,” he grunted in response. “I don’t think I’m giving you your sweater back.” There was no way all this blood was coming off, and it’d be a cruel trick to give her something covered in his blood when his blood would hurt her. Especially if she really was just trying to help. “Stay out of the woods,” he advised. “There are things out here scarier than you. They’ll kill you if you don’t know how to fight.”

—

“Alright,” she’d really done all she could. Especially since he’d reject all of her offers, save the sweater. At least he’d taken that much. It made her feel like she’d helped him at least a little.

Sofie looked at the blood soaked fabric with a little shake of her head. “Like I said, it is just a sweater. It isn’t important. Throw it away. Keep it. Use it the next time you need a makeshift torch. It doesn’t matter. Life is more important than a sweater.”

She was less afraid of him, now that he wasn’t a nameless shade stalking her on the streets at night. He had a name now. And a face. “That doesn’t surprise me… I am not so scary, I don’t think.” It was an attempt at a joke. The barest hint of a smile flickered on her face. “Do you want me to walk with you out of the woods? In case something catches the scent…” Sofie gestured to his side. He wasn’t in much of a shape to keep fighting. He could use someone to watch his back.

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She wasn’t scary. That was the problem. People could stay in a house with men who would rip a toddler to shreds days later, could tell jokes with them and chat around the breakfast table, and they could do it all while being harmless. Emilio thought of Lucio, who’d never directly hurt anyone he loved but was responsible for all their deaths anyway. He thought of himself, not harmless by any stretch of the imagination, not even towards the people he’d never wanted to harm at all.

He closed his eyes at her offer, feeling just as nauseous at the idea of walking alone as he did with the idea of being with someone. The options warred in his mind for a moment until he shook his head, letting his eyes slide open again. “No,” he replied. “I’m fine on my own.” If something caught the scent of his blood, it would kill him. But most days, Emilio felt dead already. What was the risk? “You should go.” She should have gone a while ago, before the chimera found them at all. She never should have been here to begin with.

—

She knew she should stay, but he wouldn’t want the help of a vampire. Sofie knew as much. She wouldn’t be trusting of a slayer holding out their hand and promising aid either. She nodded, taking a few steps back. “Be safe, Emilio.” There was no sarcasm, no ill will.

Sofie disappeared into the woods, but she stayed nearby. Close enough that she could watch him as he made his way out of the woods. Close enough to intervene if he needed help. He might not accept her aid, but she couldn’t leave him wounded to fend for himself. It wouldn’t sit right with her conscience. She He hadn’t left her to fend for herself with the chimera, so she owed him that much.

——

He couldn’t tell her the same, couldn’t tell her to be safe when he still wasn’t sure how much he’d mean it. Emilio didn’t particularly like lying, even to people he disliked. So he only nodded, ducking his head and walking away.

He could feel her following him, but it didn’t feel like a threat. More of a precaution; an attempt to make sure he’d actually get back to his apartment without getting himself killed in the meantime. It was a little irritating — he was fine, he didn’t need anyone, he was doing fine — but he knew she meant well. He paused when he finally stepped out of the woods and back to the edge of town, glancing behind him as if to prove some great accomplishment, as if to say I told you so. But wherever she was, she was out of sight. So Emilio sighed, still holding that bloodied sweater against his side, and trudged on.

If nothing else, he’d go home and have a drink. Just to prove that he could.

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