#also making up how the muscles work now is the most fun thing ever

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

new car activity called think about i69. this beast constantly tastes its own blood and it doesn't know if it's a hallucination or a memory

[devotion-disorder]

be careful what you wish for...the village Killian's from is having a bit of a population crisis right now, and having a nice little human come by could be just what they need...

Oh noooo....I'm just a naive human lost in this big forest with no one waiting for me...would be a shame if some beautiful elves whisked me away and brainwashed me into thinking I'm their pet/breeding machine and only need their "love and devotion". That would be terrible /silly

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wdym the beautiful elf men do not, in fact, have my best interests in mind and were planning something nefarious from the start </3 I was just gonna write down some quick thoughts but it kinda got out of hand LOL

Content warning for: implied drugging (hypnotics, aphrodisiacs), dubcon/ noncon touching (nothing explicit though), manipulation, slight obsessive/ yandere themes, general elven condescension?

Imagine that you’ve accidentally wandered too deep into the forest and lost your way, your shoes hardly holding up in the rough terrain, and the last remaining rays of the setting sun are snuffed out by the overgrown foliage…

To make things worse, you walk right into some sort of trap - a stumbling step is all it takes to activate the runic trip switch, and a suffocating cloud of purple gas is the last thing you remember before things fade to dark…

How clumsy of you! Good thing Priest Killian happened to be on his evening walks when he spotted your pitiful form twitching and writhing in the hunting trap he’d set up; carefully he scooped you up and went his way back to the village. Only the most observant would be able to discern that the Priests’ unmoving smile seemed a bit wider than usual.

It was a trap the elves set up for hunting animals, he’d explained. The poison was almost enough to be fatal, had he not been there in time to save you. It’ll also take a bit for all the toxins to be out of your system. No worries though, because Killian offers to take care of you in his quarters until you’re up on your feet again. 

You don’t even remember if you’d managed to give a response, what with lead-heavy limbs and relentless migraine pulsing in your head. Luckily, Killian treated you with utmost care. 3 meals a day (along with the antidote treatment) brought to your bed (well, his bed), and spoon-fed to you because you were too weak to even sit up. He massaged your stiff muscles and brushed your hair. He ran warm baths and washed you – and even then he never opened his eyes – so at least there was some comfort in that.

Under Killian’s care you gradually regain your strength, save for the occasional dizzy spell and fatigue. But he saved your life after all! Feeling indebted to him, you offer to stay longer in the village to help around. While Killian’s expression is ever-unreadable, you can’t help but sense a bit of…amusement from him upon your suggestion. Regardless, he agrees – so long as you agree not to wander too far outside the village, because it’s very dangerous out there, he said.

And of course, he maintained a watchful eye over you, shadowing your tottering form as you went around introducing yourself to the other villagers. How cute.

You worked whatever odd jobs the elves had for you. which isn’t much at all. Mostly just menial tasks, or perhaps relaying messages. Things that they could’ve easily done themselves with their magic, but it’s fun watching an over-enthusiastic little human do it instead, so eager to please. You would say they are…endeared, perhaps. Or maybe they’re just looking out for you, what with your unfinished recovery. Anyhow, the elves are charmed by the newfound presence in the village.

Killian gifts you a new set of clothes, made by the local tailor (you don’t remember visiting a tailor for measurements at any point though, strange). To help you feel more at home, he said. It's pretty, a delicate garment that flutters cool against your skin in the warm summer heat, with an unmistakably elven style of elegance. It is a little short but, well, elves are known for being tall so maybe they're not used to human proportions? The white silk is a bit sheer in places, and you tried to ignore how it clung to the contours of your body when you sweat…

You hadn’t expected elves to be so openly affectionate. Being a long-living race known for their high culture and intelligence, it made for the perception that they were maybe a bit prudish, engrossed in their endless pursuit of finer things to care about lowly desires. But you suppose the elves are as curious of you as you are of them. You got to know some of them quite well, and soon it was routine for them to envelop you in their embrace. They pet your hair and nuzzle into your neck (Killian said something about how common skinship is in elven culture), at times slipping their digits beneath your clothes…sometimes you don't really remember, because the medicine still made you a bit sluggish. But it's ok! Their affectionate nature is a surprise but one you welcome. You think. 

During all of which, your treatment continued. Just a little longer, Killian promised. The side-effects seem to show no sign of waning, if not worsening at times. Sometimes you struggle to recall what has happened and what has not. The elves didn’t seem to mind, gladly cradling your tired body when you are overcome with sudden bounds of weakness. You poor little thing, they cooed, one hand combing through your hair to distract you from their other that wandered along your body.

Some days the medicine leaves you feeling more flushed than usual, and a strange feeling you can’t quite place invades your senses; a deep, frustrating kind of yearning that throbbed in your core. You assume it's the side-effects of advanced elf sorcery/ enchantment in your antidote treatment. It’s a tad embarrassing, but you can’t really do anything about it when the elves (if not the Priest himself) check in on you so frequently. 

Your only reprieve comes when Killian slots himself snug against your smaller form at bedtime. Were you always this close? You’re not sure if you recall, trying desperately to suppress the suggestive thoughts flooding your brain. His cool hands trail over your body, and it feels way too good against your overheating skin, so good that you can’t even think about resisting as his lips come crashing on top of yours, when he slips his arm underneath your waist to push you closer, closer against him.

Stumbling out of Killian’s quarters in the dead of night, confused, and your vision blurred by hot tears, all you can think about is getting away from him, from this godforsaken place. The other elves stepped out of their houses from the commotion. It was as if something in the air shifted. Their friendly, curious pretenses have dropped completely, leaving a ravenous hunger and unyielding need in their place. The way they leer at your body, the disheveled elven outfit failing to provide much cover, makes your hair stand on their ends. The elves close in on you, their concerned voices laced with something unmistakably sinister. You’re trapped.

A gentle hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your stupor.

“Now, now, I’m sure we’re all very excited about our little one here, but everyone will have their turn sooner or later.” Killian explains. He leans close to your ear, whispering in a volume only audible to you. “Look at you getting everyone so riled up already. Aren’t you such a needy little pet?” You’re paralyzed in fear, but his husky voice in your ears is still setting your nerves alight. 

“I’ll give you two choices. Either you let me 'take care of you' back at home,” his arms snaked around your body again, lithe fingers fanning across your thighs. “Or we’ll give everyone a show, and maybe let them get...a preemptive taste, as well. What’ll it be?”

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! at an american highschool ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

pt.1 here pt.3 here

these are just some of my silly headcannons on how i think hq characters would act and what stereotypes they would be at an american highschool (as an american highschooler ☝️🤓)

characters: kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, iwaizumi

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kuroo

literally the biggest nerd but sm girls crush on him

the type of guy you gotta hit your friends with the “hear me out” before you say he’s cute

kind of annoying and cocky about his intelligence but ppl still like him

gets real creative about his insults towards ugly people

wears cringey dad graphic tees bc he has no style

crunchy coughs in class a lil too often….

has the oldest most beat up car on the planet like it’s a safety hazard driving that thing

always smells really weird like cigarettes or something despite not smoking a day in his life

debate club.

his note books have like water stains and the covers are like torn apart and look like they were used as a shield during a war

offers all his friends rides but is such a scary driver

makes fun of ppl “lovingly” but he’s lowkey a bully

jokingly owns a minecraft hoodie he bought from the kids section and it’s SO TIGHT it’s a crime to wear that out with his big self

kenma

wears the same clothes multiple days in a row, he don’t gaf he probably slept in ts too 😭

probably doesn’t really smell bad, just kind of…. moist? marinated?

his hair is probably really greasy sometimes

always brings some type of gaming console to school and plays during lunch and during any free time he has

sneaks his phone when he isn’t supposed to and has never been caught

for some reason he sits with cool people despite NEVER talking during class and never going out of his way to make friends (kuroo forces him to hang out with his friends)

raged at his game super loud in class one time and got so embarrassed he begged his counselor to take him out of that class

his grades are ok for someone who never studies or even really pays attention

some of his teachers have gone entire school years without ever remembering his name

has the best comebacks to everyone, he is not afraid to clock you

bokuto

drives the biggest jeep or like ford bronco ever and is actually a decent driver

his parking is TERRIBLE though and he never bothers to fix it

probably would play football (i’m sorry guys) and is constantly at risk of getting kicked off the team for his grades

akaashi helps him study to stay on the team

genuinely the biggest himbo, a bunch of the girls think he’s adorable but he never gets the hint

posts silly gym selfies on his story

book bag has like 1 notebook in it, maybe a pencil if he’s lucky

teachers secretly love him (but not enough to pass him)

i feel like he’d also try and join the swim team for some reason

i feel like he’d eat burger king for lunch :,(

girls confide in him with their drama even though he gives no helpful feedback or advice and just occasionally gasps and goes “no way”

has the most cracked iphone screen on the planet

akaashi

probably taking like half honors classes or AP (idk how it works i’m not at a regular high school sorry guys </3)

gets school iced coffee for breakfast

takes super good and detailed notes and helps bokuto despite being a lower grade

wears the funkiest outfits but girls still think he’s cute

no girls talk to him though because he’s so quiet

always has at least 1 airpod in

sells pics of his notes

sometimes goes off campus for lunch with bokuto, but refuses to eat burger king

other days he probably has salad for lunch

probably in like orchestra but never carries his instrument in the halls bc he thinks it’s embarrassing

bokuto is loud af cheering him on when they have concerts

also sneaks his phone during class but got caught one time and now he’s kind of too scared to use it

iwaizumi

wears those tight work out shirts to show off his muscles

probably drinks like protein drinks in class

has the biggest water bottle ever like bro drinks a gallon of water every period

has a SUPER old iphone or like an android he refuses to upgrade because it gets the job done

always posting about his gains

probably crashed his car and his bumper is like hanging off his car

in like a weight lifting or body building club and is probably the leader of said club

he and oikawa are a very popular duo

occasionally skips class if he ever just doesn’t feel like going

his notes are so vague and short yet he understands and remembers everything he wrote

his grades are insanely good too

literally only wears sports clothing

uses really good smelling cologne but since he’s so active there’s always a hint of must from all the sweat :,(

oikawa

man hoe

he has been in just about every girls dms at some point

his grades are like, okay? he’s not failing

does stuff for female validation, like ik if he had a cat he’d be posting it on his story constantly and like flexing his hand veins

drives a bmw

if he’s actually in a relationship, he’s super loyal tho

his teachers kinda hate him

still uses snapchat and his snap score is like 500k

has decent fashion but dresses mildly gay at the same time

people constantly make jokes abt him and iwa being gay and he gets so mad (maybe he’s projecting idk)

smells a little like vanilla

he and iwa get in n out for lunch and eat in his car

[messrmoonyy]

-What they’re like as your bf/gf (Hcs) 18+

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sadie Adler, Molly O’Shea

Request- Hi if it’s okay could I ask for some hcs of some of the gang and what they’re like dating with you? NSFW ones toooo🙈🙊 could you include Arthur, John, Dutch, Sadie, Javier and maybe any of the other girls Mary-Beth or Molly or Karen? Thank you 🙏🏻

A/N- I didn’t include Javier cause I like barely speak with him in camp or anything idk I don’t vibe with Javier tbh. And I saw my chance to word vomit my Molly brain rot and ran with it so she’s the girl I picked. Hope this is okay! Enjoy :)

Masterlist - requests are open :)

Arthur Morgan

- We’ve all seen how he was with Mary. He’d be besotted with you

- His journal would be filled with sketches of you, entries talking about how much he adores you, little notes about how you looked that day or musings about his plans for your future together.

- Definitely doodles a little heart with your initials too <3

- He’s touch starved. So he loves physical contact. A hand to your knee, your back, arm around your shoulders or your waist. He likes keeping you close.

- Brings you stuff from his little travels. Picks flowers for you, finds little trinkets for you.

- Keeps a picture of you by his bed.

- Forehead kisses!!!!!

- Kisses your hand. And kisses to your wrist. He loves when you reach up to cup his face and he can turn to press his lips against your wrist.

- He’s so much more than a tough, burly cowboy. He’s quiet, caring, considerate. And he adores you

NSFW

- takes his time. Likes to work at you until not a single tense muscle is left in your body. Worships you.

- Loves any positions where he can see your face, needs to be close enough to constantly kiss you and tell you how good you are for him

- “ there’s my girl, doin so good for me darlin “ “ jus’ like that darlin, let me take good care of ya “

- Not incredibly vocal, but the noises he does make he ensures are right by your ear.

- Refuses to finish before you ever.

- Loves to finish inside tho. He knows it’s risky, but he loves the closeness. And if he’s feeling particularly risky he’ll definitely push his come back into you with his fingers “ don’t waste it now “

- Grips The headboard.

John Marston

- he’s stupid. He really is. He’ll be head over heels for you, with you clearly reciprocating those feelings and he’d still think you didn’t like him like that.

- Like. You could kiss him and he’d still be like ‘ what are we? ‘

- When he does finally put two and two together he’ll have no shame or cautions in showing you off.

- He’s handsy. Likes coming up behind you when you’re washing dishes for Pearson to rub at your shoulders.

- Or pull you down to sit on his lap before you can even think about taking the empty spot on the log next to him by the fire.

- Overprotective. One tiny snide comment from anyone and he’s ready to start swinging.

- Definitely knows how to push your buttons and wind you up, and will do it just for fun and to get a rise outta you.

- And then spend the rest of day grovelling and apologising.

NSFW

- Loves going down on you. Like. Loves it. The man could spend hours there if you’d let him and Lord has he tried.

- Not very serious most of the time.

- Pretty vocal. And doesn’t really care if anyone’s listening either.

- Like i said, he’s handsy. His hands are restless and will grab at whatever part of you they can.

- Loves when you ride him and has absolutely made a cowgirl joke more than once.

- Will grab at your hips and guide your movements as you do. Told you he’s handsy.

- But also isn’t opposed to you on your back, legs over his shoulders. Presses kisses to your ankles and makes jokes about how good the view is.

Dutch Van Der Linde

- he’s not the most attentive of people at times. He’s constantly in his head and constantly thinking about things that aren’t you.

- But when he does allow himself time alone with you he is disgustingly charming.

- He always knows what to say, always knows the right words to have you melting into a puddle at his feet. You could be in the worst mood with him but a few whispers in your ear and it’s all forgotten.

- Has a million terms of endearment for you. My angel, my dear , my darling. He rarely ever uses your actual name, only when he’s mad.

- Loves to give you gifts, the more expensive the better. And he likes you to show them off too. He likes to show you off.

- Reads to you a lot.

- PDA is afraid of him. He doesn’t care where he is or who’s watching him, he’ll loop an arm around your waist to kiss your neck, pull you onto his lap when he’s reading beside his tent and kiss you. No shame.

NSFW

- will take his time with you but in a far different way to, say, Arthur

- He’ll edge you and overstimulate you for hours, because be gets off on the fact that you simply let him. That you obey his every command.

- Degrading and humiliating 🤝🏻 Dutch Van Der Linde

- He’s never too mean. And his degrading comments are more often than not laced with something sweet.

- Dacryphilic. 100000%. He loves watching you cry because he’s worked you into such an overstimulated mess.

- He’ll swipe your tears away or kiss them from your cheeks “ well isn’t that just a pretty sight? “ “ those tears for me, my angel? “

- Definitely has some kind of authority kink. Likes you calling him sir for sure.

- Loves you giving him head. Just loves you on your knees. It’s a power thing. And he’s a cocky son of a bitch.

- Sat back in his chair and won’t lift a damn finger to help you out, won’t even unbuckle his belt. And don’t tell me he doesn’t smoke whilst he watches you.

Sadie Adler

- She is absolutely not shy about her feelings when she finally accepts she has them.

- Shes just so sweet to you.

- Around camp she’s stuck to you like glue. Her arm is permanently around your waist or your shoulders, or her hand laced with yours and is ready to snap at any intrusive questions from anyone else about it at the drop of a hat

- Love language is gift giving. Just taken in a bounty but found a shiny lil necklace in his pocket? Well. It’s hers now. Or should I say, yours.

- If your hairs long enough she’ll braid it like hers, any excuse to be able to sit close to you and whisper sweet things in your ear.

- Would teach you how to shoot better, she wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself. but also wants the excuse to stand behind you and show you how to hold her rifle properly.

- Big spoon.

NSFW

- Sadie’s gained control over literally everything else in life, and it doesn’t change in the bedroom

- She trusts you whole heartedly but she’s not about to give up any sort of control to you for a While

- Makes sure she can see your face at all times, loves watching your face contort and relax in pleasure that she’s giving you

- Full of praise “ ain’t you just the prettiest thing? “ “ oh look at you! D’ya know how pretty you look from here? “ “ always such a good girl for me “

- Has a thing for putting her fingers in your mouth. Especially after she’s just fucked you with them.

- Having you on your knees eating her out drives her crazy. Will pull at your hair a little too hard but will soothe the sting with a thousand words of praise about how good you make her feel.

- And now hear me out. Loves to watch you. Will book you a hotel room together just so she can sit across the room and watch you touch yourself for her, encouraging you the entire time

- It’s never long before she absolutely has to have her hands on you though in the end.

Molly O’Shea

- sheeeee has some trust issues. And abandonment issues. She’s just… she’s a lot at times.

- But she is fiercely loyal and will love you with every fibre of her being

- And she wants to be loved as fiercely in return. She’ll spiral without constant reassurance “ d’you even love me anymore? “ “did I do somethin wrong? Haven’t told me you love me today “

- She knows deep down you do love her. She’s just afraid.

- She is such a romantic. She loves holding your hand, sitting close to you, doing your makeup like hers and stealing kisses in between painting your lips red

- She’ll write you sappy romantic poetry and leave you lil notes

- You’ll often overhear her gushing to other people about how in love she is too. She just loves to talk about you and how deeply she adores you.

- Likes when you give her forehead kisses.

NSFW

- Pillow princess. End of story.

- She’s not completely submissive though. She’ll tell you what she wants and what she likes

- She just wants to be taken care of okay. She needs to be taken care of.

- Makes the softest, sweetest sounds and will tell you she loves you a million times over.

- Enjoys when things just… naturally happen. Cuddling with you at night, but pushing her hips lightly back against you. Which usually ends with your hand slipping past her waistband and making her come on your fingers.

- Likes to be on top of you sometimes, simply so she can show off whilst she strips. Not to really do anything. Shes really not that much of a giver. She likes being watched. She likes to know she’s desired. And usually it ends up with you dragging her to sit on your face.

- You have to shower her with praise. She wants to know she looks beautiful, that she’s doing well, worship her. Which is incredibly easy for you cause like fucking look at her she’s gorgeous.

- Wraps herself around you when you cuddle after, legs intertwined and arms around you, head buried in your chest or neck. Pls my sweet baby needs to be held.

[madamechrissy]

Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly Satoru Gojo x Reader)- It's a mess tbh lol- This chap also has Choso x reader (past)

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, obsessed behavior, heavy angst, most of this chap is angst, a fucked up, messy chapter. Cunnilingus (past relationship with choso)

CW: Attempted SA against MC at the end- HEAVY CHAP ooc for Suguru (He's awful)

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 12k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Chapter 4 - Masterlist

Chapter 5

Suguru’s fists clench and unclench as you watch in horror, as Satoru says the one thing you know will push Suguru over the edge.

“You what!?” Suguru demands, snatching Satoru up by throat then, and Satoru smirks even as Suguru’s fist smashes into his pretty face.

“Suguru, stop!” You shout, running up then, trying to yank your huge ex boyfriend off your- what was Satoru!?- your… yeah. Satoru.

“It’s fine, baby, let him have his fun.” Satoru’s words are so easy going, as if his nose wasn’t dripping blood. Suguru scowls back at you over a shoulder, as you’re trying to pry stupidly strong muscles off Satoru’s body.

“Suguru, I came here. He didn’t drag me. It’s on me, be mad at me.” He scowls even deeper, as Satoru is grinning, like he’s fucking won.

“You let him cum in you?” He demands, and you feel ashamed, but only for a moment.

“You cum in Shoko?” Satoru asks, laughing when Suguru turns his attention down to him. “That’s all this is, you’re so mad I fucked her back in college. Can you get the fuck over it?”

“You knew how I felt.” He punches Satoru again, and you start to realize how far beyond you this was.

“So ya had to hit on her when I told you I saw her… ow fuck… at the damn bar huh?” Satoru flips his position now, holding Suguru in a headlock, and you blink in confusion at the words.

“You said she was hot as fuck, that meant I couldn’t hit on her?” Suguru’s words are strangled, Satoru is choking the ever living shit out of him, as you watch in a mix of horror and confusion.

“Who?” You ask, and Satoru’s bright blue eyes drink you in, as Suguru struggles in his hold.

“I saw you first.” He says, then suddenly he’s flipped back over, and Suguru’s over him, and Satoru’s the one in the head lock, struggling, pale skin turning red from how tight Suguru squeezed.

“You saw her, so the fuck what!?”

“When… When did you see me?” You ask softly, Suguru eases up for a moment, chocolate eyes not daring to look at you. Satoru coughs up a bit, now a droplet of blood is dripping down his lips.

“I told him I saw you working, and how gorgeous you were.” Your heart stops then, at his words. How!? How could Satoru have seen you and… “I was too…” He coughs again. “Scared to hit on you. So I told Suguru.”

“I just went to see her, I didn’t intend to have a connection. You act as if you had some fucking claim.” Suguru grunts out, and Satoru smirks over at him, as you try to process both of their words, as the masculinity raised way too high in this damn room, both of them still furious.

“You did it to get me back. You know I never talk about women, when have I fucking ever!?” Your heart is thudding in your chest so hard you think it will just pound right out of it, your throat tightening.

Satoru saw you first?

Suguru came on to you to get to him!?

Were you some fucking game to him?

“You’re so dramatic. I just wanted to see her too. Then I… clearly fucking fell for her.” Suguru says, but Satoru laughs, earning another punch, the sound of his fist connecting is sickening to your ears.

“Nah, you haven’t. You’d have never needed anyone.”

“So monogamy is the only form of love?”

“Didn’t say that, but your shit isn’t even poly, Sugu. It’s just one sided cheating.” Suguru scowls down at Gojo’s honest words, and you tense, expecting another hit, only for him to laugh then, grinning down at Satoru.

“You came in her, huh?” Suguru says, making you flush, wanting to get sucked in a goddamn hole. You hadn’t wanted Sugu to cum in you, and that was awful, wasn’t it? But Satoru?

Yeah you craved it.

“Sure did, Sugu. Her pussy milked it for all too.” Suguru’s red to the tips of his ears, as he holds Satoru down, pinning him to the grown, thighs straddling him. Satoru’s smirk dies soon though.

“That’s nice. But guess who took her virginity?”

The room is silent, like it’s taking a breath, and your heart constricts in your chest, as Satoru’s face drops, as his eyes look at you then, darker blue than you’d ever seen, pupils so dilated, his lips in a stern line. You feel mortified, that Suguru would share this, that Satoru looked so hurt, fuck he’d seen you first!?

“You. What. Now.” Satoru says quietly, and Suguru grins, leaning up, yanking out the pony tail that’s half out of his hair.

“Sure did. She’d not been with a man. She’s twenty four you know, so of course I showed her. You know, her first time? It was really good for her, don’t worry. Took my time with every-”

Satoru punches him so hard Suguru falls right off him, and then Satoru is the one straddling his best friend’s lap, as you continue to watch this fucking train wreck. God you couldn’t look away, as much as you wanted to, not when they were fighinng because of you, not when you could feel Satoru’s pure rage, not when Suguru shared something so personal.

“No way she was a virgin. You’re saying this to-”

“She was. Weren’t you, Princess?” You earn both of their eyes on you, and you gulp, as you feel a mix of embarrassment and disgust at the display.

“I was a virgin.” You murmur softly, and as Suguru chuckles, Satoru rages, punching him so hard you hear a sickening crack. “Satoru, I didn’t… I just wasn’t experienced. Please, stop… both of you. I’m not worth it.”

Your quiet words pause them for a moment, as Suguru takes your form in, slowly, all you’re wearing is Satoru’s shirt, you notice then. Messy, wavy hair with no makeup, Suguru hadn’t even seen you like this. You hadn’t felt comfortable enough not to have on some waterproof mascara, something. You wore lingerie for him. But now? You just look so…

“You took her virginity to get at me? What kind of sick fuck have you become, Suguru? What the fuck!” Satoru’s furious words bring you back to focus, as he punches Suguru right in the ribs, only for Suguru to take the top position again.

“Took her- ah- virginity because she’s hot. Idiot.” Your heart shatters, more than it had before. Suguru never had a fucking feeling for you, did he?

You were an idiot.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Satoru’s terse statement sends shivers down your spine, and you rush over to them, kneeling and touching Satoru’s arm, bringing his feral blue gaze to yours.

“Satoru, please. Enough.” You whisper, and you seem to break through to him, as he looks back down at Suguru. Both of them are bloody and bruising, panting and out of breath. “Suguru, I’m sorry I came here. It’s on me, though.”

“No, he manipulated you. I know what he does.”

“I never manipulated her, or Shoko, fuck she was just drunk and so was I. We didn’t even like it! Why can’t you let it go!?” His voice is so emotional it crushes you, as you clearly see you were always just a pawn in a game, for Suguru. It makes your skin crawl, as you remember him taking your virginity.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Princess?” He’d asked, so sweet and caring, and you nervously nod, clinging to his shoulders, eyes shooting up to his.

“I can’t do this if you don’t feel something back, Sugu. I’m so sorry if that’s corny, but I am… this is my first time.” Suguru pauses, his lips parting, then he nods, brushing your hair back gently.

“I’ll make it perfect, I promise. How couldn’t I feel something? You’re so beautiful, so sweet. I’ll make it so special.” He cooes at you, and you melt under him, under his handsome face and his gorgeous, lidded eyes. You gasp as his tip slides between your folds, something you’d never felt.

“Suguru…” You whisper, his lips capture yours then, so passionate like nothing you’d ever had, and all those worries are whisked away as he plays with you, as he touches you, as he kisses you. You’re wetter and wetter under his expert touch, as he takes you over.

“I’ll make it perfect.” He says again, then he’s sliding into you, making you gasp.

He did all that, and he didn’t ever care, fuck he did this to upset Satoru Gojo? You were nothing to him. Nothing.

You barely register that tears are pouring down your cheeks until they both are paused, looking at you now, Suguru looks actually resigned for just a moment, and Satoru looks infuriated. His gaze was psychotic, as if he’s on the cusp of doing something insane. All while you’re sobbing in front of them, unwillingly, unsure how to turn the tears off.

“You didn’t feel anything did you? You lied.” You sob out, looking right at Suguru, and Satoru finally lets him up, turning around, running his hands through his silken white hair, as Suguru sits up, holding his stomach, shaking his head.

“I did feel things. I didn’t lie.”

“Feel what, anger at Satoru? I get you didn’t know me, but my virginity was important to me. I really thought you-”

“If it was so important why so quick?” You gasp then, and back away, only for Suguru to clench his jaw, closing his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. I just mean, if you waited so long, why-”

“You really made me feel pretty, special. I thought… the way you treated me I thought you felt something.” You speak through tears, and shudder as Satoru punches his own wall, loudly then, not looking back at you.

“I did, Princess. I’m just angry.” Suguru sits up, cupping your face, but you tense, disgusted at the touch suddenly. “I fucked you because I wanted to. Not because of Satoru. I swear, why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous.”

“That was it, just my looks! You made it seem…”

“I mean I feel more now. It was too soon. I swear I felt something.” He holds your cheeks, and you shiver, you feel waves of nausea roll over you as you think of how manipulated you had been, as everything you ever thought comes crashing down. You hear Satoru sobbing and it crushes you.

“You did this all as a game. You think I didn’t have feelings, that it wasn’t special to me?” You swipe your tears away, choking on your sobs. “I kept it for something special, and you made me think it was.”

“It was. It was. I swear. You’re letting Satoru-”

“Just go, please. Just go. I can’t take anymore!” You stand up then, sobbing so hard you can barely control it, as the world shatters on you. Even after his cheating with Shoko, you hadn’t believed he started this all as a manipulation.

“Princess-”

“My virginity wasn’t a game! Or revenge!” You shove at him, smacking his hands away as he tries to grab at your shoulders. “It meant something. I can’t just get it back. You took that from me.”

Suguru has the grace to look resigned, his eyes shooting down to his own feet, his brows together, fists that are red clenching at his sides. “I do feel things for you, it wasn’t just pretending.”

“You took it under false pretenses.”

“I… I feel things. I swear I do. I’ll forgive all of this.” He takes your shoulders again, but you jerk away, shaking your head. Suguru glares now. “You think Satoru is honest, loyal? You’re in for disappointment.”

“I just wanted something real. I should have known, it was all too perfect, your words, everything. Like some performance but with my actual life.” You’re shaking from how hard you’re sobbing, Satoru’s hand is gripping the ledge of the fireplace, he won’t even look back, won’t say anything.

“It wasn’t a game. You’re falling for it, for him.” You scowl at his words then, as you look at Satotu’s well muscled back, at how tense he is.

“You should go see Shoko.”

Suguru glares, mouth thinning. “It was just play, she didn’t even feel like…”

“Oh so that’s it! She turned you down. So you’re left with me?”

“No! Fuck you’re frustrating.” He grips you bruisingly then, shoving you against a wall, and Satoru’s on you in a moment, shoving him off, glaring.

“Get out, Sugu. You’re not thinking clearly.” Satoru says, standing in front of you, Suguru’s eyes narrow.

“I’d never hurt a woman. I just…”

“Go. Just go, please.” You whisper, hands on Satoru’s back, and Suguru laughs darkly, giving you chills.

“You had no feelings if you could so easily go be with my best friend. Maybe you’re the one full of-”

“Go home.” Satoru says, cutting him off, and Suguru finally stomps out, slamming the door, soon you hear the rev of his sports car, and you’re shaking against him, clinging to his strong back, tears hot and sticky on his sweaty skin.

It’s silent for a moment, until Satoru turns to you, looking down at your face, and his eyes are furious, an insane blue you haven’t even seen, swollen in places from Suguru’s brutal fists. They’re so bright you have to blink rapidly, as his full lips part, and he’s shaking, his hands on the wall on either side of you.

“He took your virginity!?” You tense, looking down, feeling so fucking confused you can’t even process how you truly feel. You just nod. “It should have been me.”

“I… Satoru, I hadn't met you yet.” You whisper, blinking through a fresh set of tears, as he’s huffing over you. “Why didn’t you say… hi?”

He laughs, without humor, not meeting his beautiful eyes. “Why? Because you were so beautiful I couldn’t think. And yeah, I fuck pretty women. But you’re so goddamn gorgeous I was reduced to being some high school idiot. How could those loser men even get a drink from you!?”

His words eat you alive, your hands slide up his bare chest, his beautiful body, and you watch his abdomen contract from the touch. You struggle to form the correct words, licking your lower lip, sighing. “Satoru, I wish you did.”

It’s silent, as if the entire living room takes a breath it's been holding. You look at his bleeding lip, at his bruising and swollen cheek, and you hate it, you hate that you caused it. You gingerly touch his cheek, making him hiss. “You wish I met you first?”

“Satoru, if you had… I’d have been on my knees.” He gasps, at your stupidly vulnerable words, and you expect him to make fun of them, tease you, but he just stares at you, grip tightening on your waist.

“I’d have been on my knees.” He whispers, then he’s shoving up his shirt you wore, groaning as he slides two fingers in you, stretching you so much you cry out in pain at it. “I should have been the first.”

“Satoru…”

“It should have been me. The first. Me.” He grunts, then suddenly he’s picked you up, and your legs wrap around his hips, he’s kissing you, his blood tasting like iron on your lips,desperately, and your arms wrap around his neck, crying with him. “How were you a virgin!?”

“I never… I wanted it to be special.” You’re sobbing again, and he’s crying too, pretty tears glistening down perfect cheeks.

“I didn’t know, but now!? I’m so fucking…” He growls then, and he’s shoving his cock out of his sweats, blue eyes locked on yours furiously, then his cock is all the way inside you, and you scream out in pain at the stretch. “It should have been me.”

“Satoru… ah fuck, it hurts!” He scowls down at you, sliding out, you hiss a bit, but then he’s deep inside again, all eight plus inches snug in your cunt, hitting your cervix, and damn if you’re not soaking to accommodate.

“It should have been me.” He repeats again, and then he’s cupping your face with one hand, lips hovering, and you gasp for a breath, so full you can’t take it. “I saw you first.”

“Satoru…”

He’s fucking into you now, and your head falls back in pleasure, slamming into the wall, he won’t stop his relentless thrusts, as they bring you higher and higher, until you can’t function. You’re clinging to him tightly, as he kisses you over and over, blood all over your mouth. It should bother you but you don’t even care, you crave more and more of his hard cock, of his brutal, messy kisses.

“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget it.” He says, desperate now, and you just whine out, eyes fluttering shut, as he fucks you brutally againt the wall, your cunt is so wet it’s sloppy, you hear it echoing in the room along with the thudding of your back, brusingly against the wall. “Should’ve been… me. Say it.”

“You, you Satoru.” You whimper the words, and he’s groaning, pressing his bloody lips on yours and shoving his cock into your cervix, you’re screaming as an orgasm hits so hard it wrecks you. You can’t even think, your sore little cunt pounded by a furious Satoru Gojo, you can’t form a word, your brain is stupid, stupid.

Satoru’s gripping you so tightly with those big hands, his desperate breaths hot on you, and you’re twitching as you cum, as he’s groaning, white eyelashes fluttering shut at how good you feel. “Say it again. Say it, fucking brat. I need… it…”

“Should have been you.” You say again, then he’s gripping you so tight you can’t breathe, shoving his thick cock deep and brutal, until you’re cumming again. He bites your delicate throat, groaning out against it, and you can do nothing but soak his cock, boneless in his grasp.

“Me, me, me. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He’s whispering like it’s some fucking mantra, as he chases his own release, pumping you so full, white hot ropes of cum burning hot in your little hole. You’re twitching, pulsing around his cock, as it throbs inside of you. “Oh my fucking god. Fuck.”

“F-fuck, Toru I- ah!” You’re cumming just from that hot load, and he captures your lips in his, hungry, feral and desperate. And you fall into him.

You fall for him.

You’re sore, aching, throbbing… you’ve never done this much fucking in the short few months you’ve been sexually active, and fuck if you’ve ever done it so many times in a twenty four hour span. Satoru is pushing inside of you, oversenstiive as you swipe the tears from his pretty face, as his labored breaths are hot against your lips, and your eyes lock.

Should it have been him?

Had some choice been taken away from both of you?

Gojo’s POV

Your gentle fingers brush his tears away, as he’s still nestled inside your tiny little hole, the one he knows he didn’t prep, but you took it anyway, you sucked him right in. He sees the lines between your brows of pain, physical and mental, as his own head throbs with the force of Suguru’s hits. Your beautiful eyes glisten with a fresh set of tears, as streaks run red down your face.

Satoru’s heart is thudding in his chest, with rage, with anguish, with the need and desire for you, for every bit of you. He holds you in his arms still, hands firm on those thighs, feeling your muscles tensing, your legs twitching with aftershocks, he presses his fingers in, gripping even tighter, as your eyes lock.

Satoru should have been your first.

Not just because he wants to claim you, and of course he fucking does, he wants you more than anyone has ever wanted someone. He knows it, this all consuming need, that drives him insane, but now he wishes he was for a different reason. For the anguish in your voice when you learned Suguru hadn’t been in love, or at the very least had feelings.

He heard it in your sobs, as he took something so special from you, something he’d never shared with Satoru. Satoru wouldn’t have been able to handle it. He knew Suguru was still getting back at him, but this was a step too far, and he doesn’t know how to justify his best friend, not when he’s hurt you so much.

Why couldn’t Satoru have just spoken to you!?

“S-Satoru… I’m really- mnh- sore. Can I…” You whimper a bit, and he realizes how badly you must hurt, you’re small down there and he’s fucked the shit out of you, several times in twenty four hours.

But he can’t control himself, he could fuck into you again, he’s already got blood pumping to his cock, as he looks at your gorgeous face, the one that haunts his every dream. Haunts his every waking moment, staring at such perfection and having wished it could be his. And now, here you were, taking him so good, little nails clinging to his bare neck.

“Can’t handle good dick huh?” He says gruffly, he wants to just say how he’s sorry that he’s hurt you, but he still is a goddamn idiot, and terrified of the overwhelming feelings.

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “You clearly know I’m inexperienced now. So no, I can’t handle this much, especially… no prep.” You’re flushed, all over your face, your throat, as you speak, and he sighs.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really thinking just then.” He eases out, as you blink in surprise at him, and he helps you down on wobbly legs. “Did I hurt you?”

“Um, a bit but it’s okay. Just more… sore than anything. I still really liked it, I promise.” You reassure him, does he deserve this though? Does he deserve anything about you?

Satoru gently caresses your hair out of the way, tucking it behind your ears, brushing his hands down your face softly. “I was furious. I didn’t know.”

Your eyelashes swoop low over your eyes, casting shadows down your face, and he watches you nervously bite that lower lip. You are trying to slow your breathing, your shaky hands gently holding his wrists. “I guess he was hurt by what you said and wanted to hurt you, too. This is all my fault-”

“No the fuck it’s not.” He speaks through gritted teeth, shoving you against that wall, the one his friend had, but you don’t seem afraid of Satoru, no you look up at him with pure desire. And something more. Something he shouldn’t hope for. “I’m fucking sorry he did that.”

Your tears flow again, and you swipe at them with the back of your hand, narrow shoulders heaving with the labor of holding in your sobs. “It wasn’t your fault, either.”

“Wasn’t it!? Wasn’t it? It’s all because-”

“No! You don’t give him excuses! So what if something happened, it doesn’t give him a right to do all of this. You give him such leeway and tear yourself down.” You’re shoving at him, and your words hit him slowly, as he realizes what he has been excusing, allowing. He gulps, looking down.

“He was right, I have never been a loyal boyfriend.” You watch him with your chest heaving, now your little nose is all red, as you rub it again, before burying your face against his chest.

“I don’t care how you were. And we’re not dating obviously, but I appreciate you being honest about it.”

“You’re too fucking good for me. You know you’re too good for both of us, right?” You shake your head, and he holds you closer, wincing at his sore ribs. Suguru may have cracked one.

“If you were… would you be loyal?”

“Yes.” He says without hesitation. “If you were mine I would never look at anyone ever again. I already have trouble seeing anyone but you.” His vulnerable words make you gasp, as you look up at him longingly. “Hate you so much, it takes so much effort you know.”

You giggle then, and he just glares, but inwardly he loves that laugh, he loves your cute little smile, the way your nose scrunches, the way your eyes crinkle just a bit at the corners. Fuck, it lights up your beautiful face, and he should tell you that, but he can’t… he is so afraid… he hates himself. He hates you. He hates what you’re making him feel.

After so long of feeling nothing, you make him feel despair, anger, longing, desire, at times joy, and most importantly…

Love.

Is that what this gnawing, clawing feeling in his chest its? Love?

He felt it when he first saw you, surrounded by a sea of men and women, who seemed to hit on you equally. Fuck you’d been wearing this little pink crop top that hugged your breasts perfectly, a black choker to break up the endless pink, and a pink skirt with ribbons down the front. Your body was ridiculously hot, and you flaunted it too.

It’s why he never thought you insecure.

You were a mix of girly and goth, both two types of women he didn’t go for. You were a short little brat. You were young, and not just age wise, you were bright and cheery, giggly and bubbly. It had disgusted him, how happy you were, Satoru typically had a list of arm candy women on xanax and zoloft, stuck with old husbands and needing his dick, that’s what he was used to.

Not you.

Had he not noticed the times you’d frowned, looked lost, sighed, your shoulders slumping? Had he just thought you flirtatious, perhaps a bimbo if he’s honest, that was the vibes you gave. But you’re deep, intelligent, thoughtful, he constantly sees how much you care, how much you are thinking, how you analyze him.

How hard you tried when he was awful to you.

When he said the worst things. The most untrue things. All because he couldn’t handle seeing Suguru with you. All because he wanted you, decked out in pink everything, on his arm, giggling. It had eaten him alive. But now, here you are, and you’re in his shirt, and your face is bare, and you’re vulnerable, you’re wide open, clear as crystal glass.

Could Satoru open up? He’s so afraid to disappoint you.

“Satoru, please let me clean this up. And get some ice for this.” You murmur softly, fingers hovering over his face. He nods a bit, he’d usually argue with you or make some… comment, but he wants you to take care of him.

Fuck.

“All right, Nurse.” He teases, and you smile just a bit, corners of those lush lips pulling up, brightening his life. “I have a first aid kit in the bathroom.”

Satoru guides you to the bathroom, and grabs the first aid kit out of his cabinet, and hands it to you. You start taking out gauze, neosporin, antiseptic… you seem to know what you’re doing, he notices, as you look at him, and he sits on the edge of the bathtub so you can actually reach his face.

You take a washcloth first, rinsing it with cold water, then you gently dab his face with the cool towel, and he watches you, the way your eyes never leave his face, the way your hands are so tender and soft, as he inhales your scent, as you stand in between his spread thighs. His fingers itch to hold you, his mouth aches to tell you how much you mean to him.

Even if you don’t even know him yet, do you?

The tension is palpable in the bathroom as you both pretend like you’re not both thinking about what just happened. How Satoru had claimed you so thoroughly, how you gave in so easily, even though he didn’t prep you, even though he hurt you, even though he shouldn’t have. And you’re not even upset, it was as if you wanted it, the way you came so hard around him.

Was it still trickling out of your tight little cunt, he wonders, looking at your chest now, hidden under his shirt, but he watches nipples perk up when he gently rests two hands on the jut of your hips. He doesn’t do anything else, as you’re cleaning the cut above his eyebrow, but that touch alone sends shockwaves through both of you. You’re biting that lower lip, suppressing a cry.

You’re focused on taking care of him.

You bend over, hands shaking a bit as you pull out the neosporin and the band aids. Satoru watches your every move, as you dab the antiseptic on his cuts, the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the way your lips press into a thin line. Your sweet breath rushes over his face, you fill his every sense, as you take care of him, in a way he’s not sure he deserves.

Satoru Gojo feels something inside him, something tightening in his throat, something warm spreading through his chest as you work on him. It’s like you’re not just fixing his face, but fixing him, with each careful dab of a cotton ball, with each breath you take. Neither of you even speak, you don’t have to, you speak so beautifully with each touch, each movement.

Could you fix him? Was he too fucked for this?

Even now, all he can think about is sliding back inside that tight cunt, but first he’d finger his own cum out of you, he’d lavish the taste of both of you up on his tongue, softly, sweetly, until you’re begging for him again. Fuck Satoru hadn’t even been gentle with you, he’d gone easy here and there, but he’d not made love to you, not like you deserve.

If he did he’d be completely ruined, he’s already so far gone now, all he can think about is claiming you, making you his in every way. He’d put babies in that flat tummy, fill it up round with him, he’d tell you to stop working, he’d keep you home and take care of you, and lick that cunt every goddamn day if you let him. He’d pump you so full of cum you couldn’t leave.

His thoughts consume him, and you wince, making him realize he’s pressing his fingers harshly into your hipbones, he eases up just a bit, blinking and looking up at you, still meticulously caring for his face. Now you move to his chest, with your cool, soft hands, brushing little bits of antiseptic here and there.

When you’re done, he swallows, his throat dry, and he has nothing snarky to say, he has nothing mean to say, to pretend with you. No, he’s too enthralled in you, in everything about you, his heart is hurting so goddamn much, his cock is already hard under his sweats, he’s consumed by you.

It’s all you.

“Thank you.” He manages to say, and the surprise on your pretty face says it all, your lips parted, your eyebrows high with shock.

He says nothing further, either, he just slides his hands off your hips now, to run down the soft stomach he wants to fill, feeling it tremble under his touch, before those hands land on your thighs, brushing little circles. Satoru hadn’t been very gentle with you, had he? Not in any way, but you respond the same, whether he’s choking that pretty throat, or he’s brushing a delicate touch.

You want him, clear as day.

Now you ease a bit, exhaling, and you start kissing every bruise you see on his chest, feather light touches of perfect lips setting his skin on fire, and he’s helpless to it, all he can do is sigh in pleasure, gripping your waist tightly. You’re not doing it sexually, you’re being sweet, caring, considerate, as if you want to erase the hurt, and fuck if you don’t actually do that.

Satoru would take any pain for you.

Your POV

Satoru thanked you. He thanked you, with no other comments, with nothing sexual, no he thanked you softly, his big blue eyes so vulnerable then that they broke you, broke your fucking heart. The tension you feel as you’re between his long legs, as his huge hands take over your waist, as you feel his cool breath against your cheek, as you kiss his skin…

It’s insane, what’s left unspoken, fuck only two words have been said as you’ve worked over him, cleaning him up the best you can. Two words that make everything hazy, the husky tone they’d been spoken with. Fuck if it doesn’t take over everything that you are, fuck if you don’t love standing over him, feeling him so vulnerable, so raw and real with you for once.

Your heart aches.

Your pulse flutters.

Your pussy throbs.

All for Satoru Gojo.

You swallow now, heart racing, and you kiss his forehead sweetly, something you had ached to do, hands gently holding his broad shoulders. Fuck if you didn’t wanna make it all better, if you didn’t wanna fill this void he so clearly has, to make him feel so much more than pain. Could you?

“You’re welcome, Toru.” You whisper, your voice barely above a breath, and he reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip softly. The gesture is gentle, a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier actions, and it sends a tremble down your spine.

His bright blue gaze locks onto yours as you brush his snowy white hair back, and it’s like he’s searching, pleading for something unspoken. Fuck, you want to give him anything when he looks at you like that, when his usually tense, sculped features get soft for just this moment. He looks youthful, not that Satoru didn’t look stupidly young, but it was this… softness to him.

You want to be the one to make him feel whole, to fill the gaping hole in his chest that he tries so hard to hide, but fuck if you don’t want him to fill that hole in you now, the chasm that has grown deeper. But do you know each other? Are you just going to get burned again, like you had with Suguru?

The difference is, he’s real, he’s so real with you. He’s not pretending, he’s not whispering sweet words in your ear, if anything you feel him actively holding back. You both just stare at each other, it should be awkward, right this silence? But it’s not at all, you both don’t need to speak.

You lean in, your lips brushing his, tentatively at first, then with more pressure, as if you’re trying to memorize the feel of him, the taste of him, afraid of how long it would even happen. These kisses that consume you, the ones that left blood on your mouth earlier, and you hadn’t cared, no you wanted more. You could not get enough of his kisses, especially these softer, newer ones.

Satoru’s hand slides around the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. It’s messy, needy, full of desperation and longing, and you can feel it, the heat of his desire, the way his tongue sweeps into your mouth like he’s trying to claim every part of you. And you want to be claimed, you want to be his, you wish so badly he had been your first in every way.

You wish he’d just said hello to you.

You wish you met the real Satoru Gojo, and not this dark, guarded version of him, not the mean version of before, but you would take him like this, fuck you’d take him mean, if it meant you could feel this forever. This consuming need to be claimed fully by him, you throw any sense of feminism out the fucking window for him.

He fills your void, the deep one that Suguru had caused, through his careless actions, the ones that clearly also hurt Satoru. It’s clear as day that the virginity comment had made him insane, as he’d roughly taken you on that wall, and damn if you weren’t still in pain, but you could go again, you would let him destroy you, if only that meant he’d touch you.

Look at you.

Hold you.

Kiss you like he is now. The kiss is broken only by the sound of your own moan, a soft little whine of pleasure that slips out as his hand slides down your body, cupping your bruised ass, reminding you of how he’d taken you so fiercely against the wall. It’s like a brand, a mark that says you’re his, and it makes you want him all over again, despite lingering pain.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” He whispers, leaning back and staring up at you, and you can feel his regret.

“It’s okay, Satoru. I’m okay.” You murmur, standing closer now. “I’m fine, really, you’re much more hurt than me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He blinks back emotion with snowy white lashes, and you shake your head, caressing his shoulders, hating how they’re bruising before your eyes.

“You didn’t. Promise. I’d go again.” He smirks finally, the serious moment dissipated for a moment.

“So slutty always for me, aren’t you?” His words send a pang of desire, resonating in every way through your sore body. You nod, shyly, and he huffs a bit, his chest heaving. “She needs a break, I really have been wrecking her.”

“Cocky little shit.” He chuckles, then gasps, holding his stomach, and you frown at that, concerned.

“Hospital maybe?”

“Nah fuck that. I have pain killers from back in the day getting some root canal thing, can you grab ‘em? Under the sink.” You bend back down, rummaging through prescriptions now.

“Root canal? Your teeth are so pretty.”

“I have a sweet tooth. Bad. Must be why I love tasting that pussy.” You’re blushing hard core, thighs shaking as you stay squatted down, and you peek over the cabinet at him, and his charming smirk.

“You’re too much. Swear.”

“I know baby that’s why it hurt you so bad.”

“Toru! Tell me what I’m looking for.”

“Should say percocet.” You find the bottle still relatively full, and pull it out, pouring one into your hand and handing it to him. He holds his hand out more. “Stingy nurse, gimme two.”

“Oh fine. Let me get some water.” You run to the kitchen, noticing the disarray of the clean house after Satoru’s fight, but you shake it off, running the fancy silver faucet and filling a glass for him. You come back and hand him it, but he just hands you the pills back. “What?”

“Give 'em to me, nurse.” You roll your eyes, shaking your head then. “What, let a hurt man enjoy a fantasy.”

“Oh fine, open up.” He opens his mouth, that tongue that does insane things to your body and psyche sticking out, and you pop a pill on there, white and oblong. “Close and drink.”

He does exactly as you order, while one of his hands grips your bruising ass tightly, making you feel a mix of desire and pain. Desire and pain, it was all you can think to describe what you’re feeling lately, what you feel for Satoru Gojo. In the brief moments where he’s like this, opening to you, you feel so much hope, but it’s also terrifying and new.

What is this between you both?

It can’t be fucking normal.

It’s tilted the entire world on its axis, as if you don’t have the same gravity anymore, it’s all being pulled towards him, like he’s this black hole and you’re just matter circling around it. Fuck if you don’t want to just get sucked into it, to let yourself dissappear in it.

“Next one.” You manage to say, and he opens again, you place it on his tongue, and then you hold the cool glass for him, condensation cool on your palm, as his full lips sit on the rim of the glass. “Only you can make drinking water hot.”

You just said that huh?

He chuckles at that, holding his ribs then, and his endless blue eyes stare up at you, fuck you’re so close, you can feel the energy humming through you both. He carefully kisses your lips, sighing against your mouth, one of his hands still over yours on the glass.

“Can you stay all day? I’ll make it up to this pussy for being mean.” He teases, and for once it’s so genuine, it’s like he’s truly asking you to stay, and fuck you want to, you want to never leave. You brush his hair back, your nails raking gently across his scalp, and he moans, eyes fluttering shut.

“I wish I could. Work, ugh. Tonight is a big night because of the holiday tomorrow, too, so I will make good money.” He frowns a bit.

“You like being a bartender?”

“I went to school for creative writing. So.”

“Ooh… the shit degree.”

You giggle at that, nodding. “It is not one that’s gonna do me any good. It’s pretty on my wall I guess. I am doing this in the hopes one day I have a book that hits it big, but I don’t have much time with working.”

“I didn’t know you wrote.” He says softly, and you nervously bite your lip, studying him carefully.

“It’s not like we ever got to know each other. Um… aside from physically now.” You murmur, feeling yourself heat up as he studies you. “Satoru, this sounds stupid but, wanna go on like… a date?”

He blinks then, and you feel you’ve gone too far, you’ve overstepped surely, you don’t even know if he-

“You asking me out, short stuff?” He pulls you against him, wincing at the pain on his chest, but he doesn’t let you pull back. You nod, tentatively. “Couldn’t wait for me to ask, huh?”

“I just think we owe it to ourselves to get to know each other. I mean clearly you know my body-”

“Perfect body.”

“Toru…” You’re melting, at those words from him, you struggle to remember what you were even thinking. “Thank you. But, like let’s go on one. If you want… if you just want it to be sex, I get it. But I think maybe we should try? Go ahead and laugh.”

“I’m not laughing, that shit hurts right now.” It’s your turn to laugh, earning a glare from him. “Okay, a date. When and where?”

“Can we go to a movie? Out to eat? Normal date things.”

“Boring.”

“What!”

“Mmm, I’ll plan it. And I’ll pick you up, can’t have you embarrass me in that terrible beetle of yours.” You glare back now, and he’s smirking so charming you can’t even stay mad at him. “Be nice to me and I’ll buy you a car.”

“What!? Crazy talk. Stop that. I make good money, not Satoru Gojo money but good enough.”

“Mmhmm. So get your little ass ready to leave, before I pay you triple what you make to let me fuck you all day.”

Fuck.

***

Satoru’s words linger in your mind that night, as you start your shift at the nightclub you work at, with your best friend Choso. Choso and you had been friends for a couple years now, both having the same shifts, he always protected you from rowdy drunk men, and you protected him from some of the thirsty girls.

Choso was gorgeous, tall, he had tattoos and piercings and dressed goth, a contrast to your bright pink, a clash of aesthetics. Women went crazy over him, and why not, he was beautiful. He was also quiet, smart and sweet. He'd even been the only man you'd had any experience with until now.

Six months ago

“Choso… um are you sure? You don't want me to do anything back?” You both closed the bar that night, and Choso shocked you, asking if he could eat you out. Out of nowhere. As a friend!?

“You look like you could use some relief, Barbie.” That was his nickname for you, the first time he met you he said it, and it stuck. “I’d be lying if I didn't say I'd love to give it to you. I can just finger you if you're uncomfy?” He's holding you, whispering in your ear, as he's gently caressing your pussy over your pink lace panties. You're soaking them under his touch.

“I've never really… I'm a virgin, Choso.” He pulls back, black brows raised, his lazy amethyst eyes drinking you in.

“A virgin? You…”

“I've been with a couple girls but we didn't go that far. Um. I've not done anything but kiss men.” He exhaled, blinking a bit and you gasp when he presses his lips on yours, he tastes so sweet, his lips pressure perfection. You grind your hips up eagerly.

“I was just going to please you, little Barbie, I wasn't going that far. I wouldn't do that, not in a relationship myself.” You exhale, running a hand around the back of his neck. Choso had his hair done up in pigtailed buns and fuck if he wasn't stupidly cute with them.

“I don't wanna ever ruin our friendship. You're so important to me.” He truly was, you all took care of each other, he was your Wednesday Addams to your Bianca Barclay. You'd held him as he cried over his breakup of someone he loved. He held you as you got rejected by your crush. You all watched movies and played video games. You love him to pieces.

“It won't, ever. Just let me take care of you, okay?” You nod eagerly, as you all stand in the break room of the eerily quiet bar, and then Choso is on his knees, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes, asking for permission. 

“Yes, please. Um… tell me if I shaved good?” He laughs a bit, you can tell he's as nervous as you. Choso has only been with two girls from what he's said. He slides your panties down your thighs, exhaling as he sees you, and you go to close your thighs, so embarrassed, but he holds them firm, shaking his head.

“You're so beautiful down there. I promise.” You blink back emotion, then gasp when he kisses you there. “You missed a little.”

He spreads your lips open, looking inside, as your thighs are on his shoulders and you're now sitting on one of the chairs. You giggle. “Did I now?”

“Need me to shave you, barbie? What's a bestie for? Oh wait… this.” He flicks his tongue up your slit, and you cry out, back arching at how good it feels. “Getting the homie off.”

“Choso! Ah… oh my… Choso…” His tongue ring hits your exposed clit, and you're soaking his face at the sensation, as the ball of it flicks up and down the underside of your clit.

He's moaning as he sweetly drinks you up, as his tongue lavishes you up, his thick finger teasing your entrance, until it sinks in, and your wetness pours down his endless amount of black rings. He's doing things that you've never felt, and you're too wet. Too…

“Choso I'm sorry, I never get this… it's too messy.” He chuckles at that, looking up at you with that sexy face. Fuck he's your best friend what are you doing!?

“It's hot, I promise. I like how wet you are.” He murmurs and you're flushed, looking away for a moment.

“Promise you're eating me out as a friend?” He smirks, nodding, kissing you for a moment, and you taste yourself on him. “Can't lose you.”

“You won't. You're my best friend. And fuck if your pussy isn't the yummiest thing I've tasted. Can I continue Barbie?” He's smirking, his soft, quiet voice soothing as his finger slides back in, making you throb around it.

“Yes, please.” You cry out as he works a finger, hitting the little spot that you've not found yet, you see stars as his tongue ring is flicking your clit, and you're yanking his pigtails now, screaming out as he lazily pushes you over the edge.

He drinks you up, as a best friend of course, and you're grinding on his face, as a best friend.

“Ch-Choso! Best friend-ah- ever!”

Present day 

So you may have sucked his dick as a friend (well, well before you met Suguru of course) and he may have ate you out again, as a friend. Maybe a few times. But both of you never took it too far, and somehow you did stay friends, though of course things were a little different. You all never touched again after Suguru, you both had no problem just being friends again.

It was one of the things that made you think you could be poly with Suguru, being able to have fun but not have feelings exactly. But Suguru clearly had feelings for Shoko, and now you had feelings for Satoru, and all in a span of a couple days, you've been with two men at once, and you've had your heart crushed. But then… also there is blooming feelings for toxic, insane Satoru Gojo now.

Fuck.

When you met Suguru Geto, Choso hated him on sight, and you really weren't sure why. When Suguru asked you out, and you told him, as you always did, he's your best friend, he was tense. He'd been out smoking a cigarette as you'd both talked that night, and now his words make sense.

“Something not real about him, Barbie. And I want you to date, to be happy, I mean I'll miss tasting you-”

“Choso!”

He flicked his cigarette with black nails, smirking. “It'd never work with us Barbie. You're too pink.”

“And you're too emo. Gerard way of the modern era.”

“Just be careful. I can't place what it is. But if he hurts you, I'll kick his ass. Yeah?”

“Love you, Cho.” You kiss his cheek, and he hugs you with one arm.

“Love you, Barbie.”

“Promise he's a good guy. He makes me feel so beautiful and special.”

“Well good, you should. You are.” He taps your nose and pouts a bit.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Just worried about you, Barbie. He seems experienced and you're not. You're younger too. Just take care of yourself with him.”

“That sounds so eerie to say, Cho.” He flicks his cigarette out, sighing and looking down at you.

“I hope I'm wrong.”

He wasn't wrong. Fuck he was so right, but he didn't even know one tenth of what was actually happening. Now he pinches your waist just a bit, giving you a soft smile before flipping a bottle in talented hands, to the oohs and ahhs of the ladies at the bar currently.

“How are you, Barbie? Everything okay?” He shouts over the loud music, blaring so loud it vibrates your body. You sigh, nodding. He frowns. “You’re lying.”

“I’ll talk about it later. Promise.” You put a hand on his strong shoulder, and he sighs too, nodding.

“You better.”

The shift is busy as fuck, brutal, as endless amount of drunk people come up and your wrist hurts from shaking drinks. You’re making bank though, many people are tipping, and certain men always tip well, chit chatting with you. You carry on as if everything is fine, brushing sweat from your brow and then luckily one of the girls who also works comes in.

“Take a break, love.” She says, and you smile gratefully. You step back to the break room, sliding exhausted into the chair there. Choso is in there before you know it, shutting the door behind him and sitting next to you.

“Hey Cho.” He smiles a bit, dark eyes taking in your exhaustion.

“Hey Barbie. Miss you. How's the boyfriend?”

“Ugh. That.” Choso blinks long black lashes at that, tilting his head curiously at you. “We’re done.”

“What? That’s so fast since you just said shit was perfect … you just said you loved this guy?”

You bury your face in your hands, grimacing. “He was so fake, like everything about him was some lie. Some game.”

“The poly stuff got confusing?”

“Shit, you could say that. So… okay we all played, I played with a guy too.” You’re blushing, and Choso smirks a little at you.

“Your body count is two now?”

“Oh gosh. Yeah.”

“You’re growing!”

“Hush.” You shove at him, giggling a bit at his wiggling brows. “Okay so he also brought a girl, but she’s his like high school/college love!?”

“What, why bring her then? That’s messy.”

“Yeah. And at about four am I heard them fucking.” Choso grimaces at that. “He was saying she was ‘the most perfect’ and he was supposed to be in bed with me.”

“Holy fuck, are you serious?”

“Mmhmm. So… well Cho, I fucked his best friend.”

Choso bursts into a throaty laughter, hand on his forehead as he studies you curiously. “What? My little Barbie is that savage?’

“Sure the fuck am. But I didn’t do it to get him back, it was… I don’t know, I really felt something with him. But, he’s kinda a psycho.”

“Is this the mean one? The asshole?” You nod, and he rolls his eyes, sinking his long body into the chair now. “You have shit taste, Barbie.”

“Hey, I sucked your cock you know. So.”

“Shit taste.”

You break out into laughter, and fuck it feels good, to talk to someone, after having been trapped in such an insane situation for the past forty-eight hours. Fuck your whole life has flipped upside down. Choso takes your hand then, brushing his rough thumbs gently on your knuckles, showing his support.

“What are you gonna do? Tell me you’re done with Suguru.”

“I’m done. You were right about-” The door opens then, and Suguru Geto walks in with the girl taking over for you. Choso stands, the chair screeching on the old wooden floorboards as he does, standing right in front of you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Choso’s protecting you from Suguru’s view, and you tense as you hear Suguru’s voice, hearing the girl skirting away. She couldn't know you all broke up.

“You fucking her too?” Choso walks up to Suguru then, yanking him by his fancy shirt, big and broad as he stands next to him, damn near bigger than Suguru. You stand up now too, earning Suguru’s dark gaze, his smirk.

“I’ve never had sex with her, but if I were lucky enough to, I wouldn't cheat on her, wouldn’t down her. Who the fuck do you think you are?” Choso speaks through gritted teeth now, and Suguru frowns at that.

“I came to talk, I’m sorry. You’re clearly in love, huh?”

“I swear to God-”

“Cho, it’s okay. I’ll talk to him.” You come to put a gentle little hand on Choso’s strong back, he turns to you and softens instantly, shaking his head though.

“No. Can’t let you alone. Don’t trust him.” Suguru holds up his hands.

“Just came to talk. She’ll be all yours in a few minutes.” Choso lets him go, then looks back to you, his full lips tense in a thin line.

“I’m right here if you need me, Barbie.” He pats your head and you hug him, smiling gratefully, before he shoulder checks Suguru, shutting the door behind him quietly, despite his clear anger.

Now you’re left with him, with Suguru Geto.

His face is a little swollen in places, and there’s a cut on his lip, but relatively he escaped the fight okay. He puts his hands in his pockets, looking down at you then, and his expression is unreadable. You feel uncomfortable with his gaze, with being alone, but you don’t show it, you stand tall, shoulders back, chin notched up.

“What is it, Suguru?” You ask softly, and he takes a couple steps to you, until your feet are almost touching.

“I came to talk some sense into you. I know you’re hurt, but you’ve now hurt me as well, and I just want to fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix.”

“So are you aware your best friend loves you?” You roll your eyes, you hear this a lot, no one can seem to understand the bond you both have.

“We are best friends.”

“Never did anything?”

“We did before I met you. Nothing since. Unlike you, I abided by all of your stupid rules you never followed.” Suguru glares now, and he’s even closer, until you can feel his breath on your skin. What once excited you now turns you off.

“Satoru is always going for what I want, this is no different. Do you really think he wants you?” Suguru’s intent is clear, and it hits its mark, you feel it like a punch to the gut, like the air is sucked out of you.

“What… does that mean?” You manage to ask, and he smirks then, caressing your cheek and filling you with nausea.

“Look at where you work, what you drive, where you live. Do you think that is acceptable to someone like Satoru? The Gojo clan is the richest family in Tokyo.” His words hit hard, but you just shove them down, you don’t even know Gojo yet, and you have to give him that chance.

“You’re just upset, and want to hurt me more.” You murmur, and he chuckles, but it doesn’t reach those exhausted eyes. “Go home, get some sleep. Have you slept?”

“No, I haven’t, I can’t get my mind off you.” He’s leaning in too close now, so you stop him with hands to his chest, he looks down at them with a raised brow.

“You should have sucked it up and cuddled. Wouldn’t be here, would we, if you could keep your word.”

“You’re a lot more unforgiving than I thought.”

“Am I, Suguru? I let the first time with Shoko go, the ignoring me part, the clearly lusting after her part. I let the night with Satoru go. It wasn’t until you directly ruined every rule you ever made that I finally left. I’d say I’m pretty forgiving.” His brows go lower over his eyes, as his fists clench at his sides.

“Should I not have stared at or enjoyed Shoko?”

“I didn’t say that-”

“You’re so narcissistic.” You snort in laughter at that.

“Me!? Me!” You can’t control the laughter, as you see he’s dead serious, projecting himself onto you as if that could work. “That’s rich, Suguru. Me, narcissistic, that’s such projection.”

“You so badly want to be the prettiest.” You shake your head, as his words try to stab at you, but you choke it down, stepping closer to him now.

“Not at all, but in a relationship you are supposed to feel that way, you are supposed to feel the most desired. It doesn’t mean other women aren’t beautiful, and I had no problem with the other girls and you. So you can say that all you want, but it’s false and you know it. Now, can you let me get to work?”

You go to push past him then, and he’s gripping your waist tightly, making you wince as his fingers dig in, and he’s looming over you, mouth on your ear. “Ah, was it the fact that I was too easy with you, too sweet? Did you need to be treated more like a slut like Satoru does?”

“Suguru, don’t… don’t please.” You whisper, and he chuckles, wrapping one arm around your waist and pinning your back on him.

“You’ll see Satoru isn’t loyal, that he doesn’t even care for you like that. You’re just a game to him.”

“Like I was to you!?” You bite out, scowling back up at him. Suguru’s hand grips your breast, as he pins your arms down with that arm.

“I did have feelings for you, even if it didn’t start that way.”

“You finally admit it. Let me go.”

“I admit it started that way, but then I did truly have feelings. And look how quickly you drop it all for Satoru? And I bet you’re fucking your friend. And I’d still want you, even so.”

“I’m not! And I don’t want you to want me. I want you to go.” You struggle in his hold now, and he’s nipping at your ear, tickling it in the worst way, as you keep wriggling until he’s moaning softly, making you freeze.

“When Satoru’s bored of you, when he finds someone prettier, skinnier, taller, richer than you…” You freeze completely, feeling tears start to gather in your eyes now, as he tries to hurt you, as he knows where. “He’ll leave so quickly. And then I won’t take you back, you’ll be too damaged then.”

Now you’re sobbing, as he hits every insecurity you have, as you feel the room enclosing on you, and he lets you go, but you don’t move, you can’t move. Stuck by all the memories, of your parents leaving you so young, of being a loner in school, finally getting popular but never being wealthy in a rich city, never really fitting in. Of finally feeling loved by the man behind you.

The man who wrecks it all.

He exhales, as he realizes what he’s done, and his hands slide down your body slowly. “I love your body, I love your face, I don’t care what you make. Just three days ago he told you you’re not up to caliber. What’s changed? Nothing, you’re still not, and you won’t ever be.”

You continue sobbing softly, as he cooes at you, as Suguru Geto thrives off making you feel small, pathetic, and it works.

Were you good enough for Gojo?

Were you good enough for anyone?

“Oh Princess, even though you’ve been a little whore, I’ll gladly take you back, I know it’s just because I hurt you.” He slinks around you, and you’re immobilized by your pain. He smirks at the tears in your eyes. “I wonder if his cum is still slipping out, bet you liked it, didn’t you?”

“Suguru… I’m sorry for that, but- ah!” He’s slid his hand up your skirt then, roughly yanking your panties to the side, and you panic then, trying to back away, only for him to pull you in a tight grip, slipping a thick finger inside you. “Don’t!”

“Ah, you’re always wet, aren’t you? A slut hmm? Maybe I should fuck his cum out of you, put my own in there.” You wriggle frantically then, as the thoughts of him doing this hit you, no he isn’t like that is he?

No way.

“Please stop. I know you’re mad, but stop. Or I’ll tell Satoru.” Suguru scowls then, letting you go, wiping your essence off on your own skirt then.

“Tell him what? Hmm?”

“That you’re touching me when I said no. Leave, now, go get sleep and try to be… less of a piece of shit.” You tremble everywhere as you speak, shoving at him, then Choso walks back in, and Suguru’s mood changes, his eyes change, his lips… then you realize it.

He plays people.

To hide himself.

“Ah, guess our talk is over, Princess.” He brushes your hair back, making you smack at his hand, and then he turns to face a furious Choso, though he didn’t know what happened, he was right here, and Suguru just looks at you. “You’ve got like three guys after you, huh?”

“I don’t fucking like you.” Choso says, plain as day, and you smile a bit at that, tremulously.

“I can tell. Bye Princess. See you soon.” At that Suguru saunters out, and you nearly collapse, if not for Choso grabbing you.

“What happened? Please tell me. I’ll kill him if he-”

“Could you just hug me?” You whisper, and he gulps, nodding, wrapping you in his warm embrace, as you start to break out in tears.

What just fucking happened?

What had he…

“Please tell me, please. I’ll protect you.” Choso murmurs, and you hear the emotion in his voice. “You’ll always be my best friend, no matter what. Let me take care of you.”

“Oh, Cho… I… I…” You can’t speak, you can’t function, as he pats your back, and you don’t know if you can tell your best friend, you don’t know if you can tell anyone, you don’t even know if you’re good enough.

Did you deserve that?

“Barbie… please talk. Let me take you home?”

“Um… yes. Please.” Choso leaves for a moment, to gather both of your things and tell the boss, and your mind is blank, your heart is shattered, you can’t even compute what Suguru had just done. How he’d touched you. The cruel things he had said to you.

The horrible way they make you feel.

Your phone buzzes on the table, and with shaky hands you pick it up. You see it’s Satoru, and you exhale, at least it was not Suguru, but how could you tell him, would you even tell him, should you? Crush his hopes about his best friend, who had just touched you when you’d said not to.

Toru: Everything okay tonight? Miss telling you I hate you.

You manage a watery smile at that.

You: Bad night. I’m heading home early. I’ll talk tomorrow.

Toru: Do you need to come here?

You: No. I’m okay.

Toru: Fuck will you tell me you get home safe? So that I know I can tell you I hate you tomorrow?

Does Satoru care? You think so.

You: Yes, I will.

You set the phone down, and soon Choso is taking you home, quiet, giving you space, and you’re looking out the window, your hand hanging out gently, feeling the air pour between your fingers. You knew Suguru was just angry, but him touching you like that made you feel disgusting, and you can’t wait to wash it off.

How could you ever be with Satoru?

How, if that is his best friend? 

Would he leave you alone?

“Barbie… you can tell me anything you know.” Choso says, and you lean close to him, head on his shoulder for a moment.

“Thank you, Cho. Can I rest a minute?” He nods, and you do just that, for just a moment you shut your eyes, as the car zips through the street, as the wind blows through.

Could you tell him?

Could you tell anyone?

Suguru’s words won’t stop ringing in your head.

How would any of this be okay?

This was a rough one!!!! <3

Chapter 6

Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/148138651

[mr2swap]

I'm going to stay like Jeremy

-What the fuck is wrong with me?! - I looked down at my big cock now flaccid, I assumed that I would finally lose my virginity at last tonight, but why doesn't it want to work?, I closed my eyes and began to imagine Violet the naked girl who was in the other room, Violet Anderson, the sexiest girl in all of high school, found herself willing to have sex with me, or well at least with my best friend Jeremy.

Jeremy is my best friend, the person to whom I can tell anything, and the biggest stud in all of high school, when I told him that I had a lot of problems losing my virginity, he did not hesitate to help me, we are so confident that I do not hesitate to give me a solution to my problem, swap our bodies.

He found a spell on the internet that when said at the same time by two people would make them switch bodies, so one day after school we went to my house when my mother was at work and in my room we both began to say in unison the strange words of a language that I had never heard. our bodies began to transform.

I continued speaking in that strange language while looking at Jeremy's face, slowly his face became mine as well as the rest of his body and when he finished saying the last sentence in front of me there is an exact copy of my body, look down Jeremy's new look, my Asian features, short stature, even longer messy hair were transferred to him, as was his strong jaw, long legs and thick arms full of protruding veins were transferred to me.

-DUDE! this shit if it worked! you look exactly like me!-he looked up at me surprised to see what the rest of us saw in him, a gigantic muscle, her clothes were too big for her now, while mine was squeezing me a little. -Dude, is that how I sound? - I also said testing Jeremy's voice, I could feel how slowly my tank top was ripping, before it completely ripped I took it off, throwing the stretched piece of clothing into a pile of dirty clothes, although I should probably throw it away in the trash when I return to my body.

Jeremy and I had swapped bodies. We took off our clothes, it was fucking strange to see my body from Jeremy's perspective, my body was quite average, somewhat plump, but I didn't look bad, maybe he was right, and I just need more confidence, now I felt better than I ever felt. Stronger, taller, more hot.

I suddenly felt full of energy, every movement in Jeremy's body was so strong and felt so fast that it was difficult to walk with my powerful legs, we both looked at each other in the mirror that was in front of my room and while Jeremy examined his face With his hands I couldn't avoid doing a push-up with my magnificent biceps - Jesus Christ! a couple of inches more and they are the size of your head! - I said putting one of my mountains next to my old head just to compare the sizes.

Jeremy took off his old shirt that was now too big for him and tossed it to me, his shorts fell off on their own, leaving him in just a pair of boxers that were too big for his new body. We were both fully dressed, we came to an agreement. We would change again after I lost my virginity in his body from him, and he had a little fun with some girl to test how it feels to lose my virginity in my body.

Take his things, the keys to his house, his phone and leave him alone at my house to get used to a bit, I was anxious so, so I wasted no minute and unlocked Jeremy's phone to look at his contact list and to my surprise had been texting Violet the sexiest and most popular girl in high school.

He had only spent 20 minutes in Jeremy's handsome body, and he had already found someone to fuck, Flirting when you are taller, muscular and handsome was really simple … but why DOES NOT GET A FUCKING INCH GET UP THIS DICK?

Everything was going so well until we got to the motel, and she started undressing, when I realized that my little friend was not in the mood to get up at all, I pretended to have diarrhea and ran to the hotel bathroom while the hot girl stayed waiting for me in the bed, all the stress began to affect me and my body began to sweat and get hot from humiliation

-What's wrong with me? - I looked in the mirror, it was the face of my best friend Jeremy, now he was handsome, now he was attractive, now he had huge muscles, now he had a huge cock, why? …

Without realizing it now I had a huge erection as I looked at Jeremy's body, I wanted to stop, go to the side room and fuck the girl who was there, but I couldn't. Flex one of my arms, just to be able to look at him, I put my other hand to my cock and I began to stimulate my cock, I looked at my sweaty armpit and I could not resist dipping my nose into the sweaty dregs of Jeremy, they were so smooth my tongue didn't feel a trace of scratchiness because he used to shave completely for amateur bodybuilding competitions.

It didn't take too long to ejaculate. I was very excited by all the new sensations. I had never felt so good in my whole life even though I just masturbated was the best thing I had ever tried, I fixed my gaze on the mess I had made in the bathroom and at that moment I finally realized -I am… .gay ? - I didn't know what it meant to be gay, but I was sure of one thing. I can't give it back now that I know there's something better than having sex with a hot girl is having sex with your best friend's hot body and loving it properly.

I can't give him back his body from him now that I'm experiencing so much pleasure. I refuse to give up this body and this life, I do n't know how Jeremy will take it but if I can keep his body from him I do n't care, I just hope Jeremy is enjoying being straight, maybe he might like it almost as much as me

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Crush

Summary - Deciding to take a yoga class may have been the best decision you've ever made

Warnings - plus size reader, discussions of gym culture and health

A/n - fic 3 for @cassianappreciationweek day 7! We get NSFW from here 💕

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The clang of weights was almost as annoying as the front desk girl staring at you. You hated gyms, hated the judgment that came with walking into one, hated the way people stared at you as if you weren't the ideal person to actually be at a place for improving yourself. 

“Look,” you interrupted her politely, “I am fully aware I am paying more to take this class because I don't have a membership. Considering I'm just trying out this fitness thing, not really interested in spending $100 a month just then also pay $80 for the one class I'm interested in taking.” Her smiled dropped slightly as she just nodded and took your card, finishing your sign up for the yoga course you and 3 of your closest friends were trying. 

You knew she was just trying to meet her numbers, but it was something from gym culture you hated. The constant pushing to join their cult and have access to “everything” instead of just being able to pay for the classes you were interested in was crazy to you. The way gym culture pushed looking a certain way to be considered healthy and attractive also bothered you greatly. 

Health had to do with more than just the numbers on the scales. It had to do with your mind, your soul, and that was what you were here to work. Your mind and soul, and if you happened to gain some muscle strength from yoga, that was just an added bonus. You were all wanting to try yoga as a form of stress relief, relaxation, and self care.  No pressure, no expectations, just fun. 

The four of you were all laughing as you headed into the gym, not even bothering to stop and look at anyone or anything going on. In your mind, it was just a scene you'd watched hundreds of times. Ripped men showing off their muscles, gym girls vlogging their “workouts” in outfits you never would be caught wearing. You were here for you, not for the show someone thought they could put on for you.

Cassian was in a squat rack, watching you through the mirror as he stood with weights resting on his wide shoulders. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Every curve, every strand of hair. You were perfect in his eyes. Rhys followed his glance before grinning, “That's my assistant. Y/n!” 

You glanced up, instantly waving at Rhys and he waved back. He motioned for you to come over, “Hello, darling. What brings you here?”

“Yoga,” you shrugged. “Trying it for stress relief. Mean boss and all!” 

Rhysand laughed at your response, eyes sparkling, “You brought water?” You nodded to him. “Good, that room gets way too hot. I admire the yoga classes, but I can't do it. Oh! By the way,” he motioned to Cassian, “this is my brother, Cassian. You know Az from security.”

And that's when it began.

Two months. Two long months of you and Cassian trading no more than your names, smiles, and slightly flirtatious banter and digs at each other when you would cross paths at the water fountain. 

Today was his day, though. Today he'd finally ask if you wanted him to help you workout, and if you said no, he'd offer dinner instead. Rhys had been forced into telling him every detail of your life. He knew your favorite color, food, how you took coffee. He felt like he knew about you, but now he truly needed to know you.

He needed more than glances that left you blushing. Needed more than you making him go home and spend his night staring at the ceiling in his empty bed wondering if you liked him the way he liked you.

Today was his day. He knew it as he kept glancing at you.

Two months had sucked you into your own version of gym culture, and while your goal was still more the stress relief, you had to admit it was fun watching your booty get even better. You had to also admit deep down that you had other reasons for coming to the gym outside of yoga class, though. That reason was 6’5”, dark curly hair, swirling tribal tattoos, and looking oh so delicious in his black shorts today.

You reminded yourself you were mainly here to focus on you. To get yourself into your head space and earn the snacks waiting for you at home, and zeroed in on the goal of reaching 10,000 stairs by the end of the week.

You were deep into your workout and in your own world when Cassian approached, admiring each jiggle not so secretly, “So y/n.”

“MOTHER F-” you cover your mouth, slapping the emergency stop button and feeling his hand instantly stabilizing you by touching your back. “You scared me!”

“I can tell,” he chuckled back. “I was just wondering if you wanted to try free weights with me today? I spot you? Teach you some stuff?”

I blinked at him, “Really?” He nodded almost boyishly, a playful grin on his face. “I can't spot you, though.”

He motioned over her shoulder to your boss and Azriel, “They exist still. Unfortunately.”

You bit your lip, knowing you'd look so out of place beside the 3 of them. “Cassian, I don't really work out to be-”

“You work out to take care of stress and eat whatever snacks you want. I know. Rhys told me. You'll get tired of cardio soon, so learning another area wouldn't hurt.”

You glared towards Rhys, “Traitor.”

“Is that a yes?”

You sighed and nodded, wiping down the handles of the machine you were on before letting him pull you over to Rhys and Azriel.

One workout became two. Two became twice a week. Twice a week became him coming over and enjoying snacks and a movie. Snacks and movie became dinner with Cassian at an expensive restaurant with Rhys, his wife, Feyre, Azriel, and his possibly girlfriend, Nesta. 

The table was silent as Cassian ordered a fairly unhealthy pasta, ate bread with you, and then shared dessert. It had been so long since they watched him genuinely enjoy food. “Cheat day,” he said casually as Azriel raised a brow at him. “I'm trying to mix y/n's work out to eat what she wants into my lifestyle once a week.” 

“He seems to like our snack and movie nights,” you glanced up at him, to you just admiring the way he smiled. But to the rest of the table, it was clear the gym crush you two shared was becoming much much more. Azriel slipped Rhys money under the table, conceding that he had won the bet. 

“Y/n told me a lot of research shows a cheat day is actually better for you than 7 hard days,” Cassian took another bite of the melted chocolate fudge brownie. “So we have a cheat day now on Sunday. We call it Sinday.”

“We still do a light walk,” you offered as Rhys looked confused. “But more of a “find some wilderness and explore walk than follow this beaten path one.” That dinner turned into many more. It turned into meeting each other's families. To merging friend groups. 

No activity you two tried topped the gym together. Especially after Cassian built and began running his own. His gym was built to cater to those who'd never felt welcomed. One way windows so the people inside could look out, but no one would see in. A mirror room dedicated to progress selfies to stop people from capturing a stranger in their pictures, a strict no bullying policy. He had made a safe haven for those who were serious about their workouts, and those who were just starting, and you could not have been more proud, especially now that you were teaching yoga and hot yoga classes there.

You two posed in the mirror, sweat dripping down him as he flexed and you kissed his cheek with your leg popped up, waiting for the camera to click breaking the no selfies on the main workout floor rule.

“Gross,” Azriel yelled. “Focus on training you two!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cassian shot back. “I'm coming. Enjoy yoga, baby.”

“I will. Snacks tonight?”

“Absolutely,” he answered. “Those little no bake cookie balls would be so good."

"Oh, yeah. We'll pick those up!"

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Art study

pairing: Bang Chan x gn! reader

genre: ...suggestive

warnings: nothing actually happens, so none besides teasing

word count: ~1.3k

summary: You're doing an art study on muscles, and who's a better candidate for reference than your wonderful boyfriend who keeps feeding his delulu fanbase with half-naked pictures?

a/n: Well well well, Nat, you don't have to pay to see me write something like this after all (if you will ever see this, because no chance am I tagging you or anyone, dear). Here, have fun, this is the most spice anyone can get out of my asexual ass.

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You were a very reserved person, something your partner knew all too well. Every touch the two of you shared throughout the entirety of your relationship had no heat behind it, each one only fueled by pure adoration and love. Never once did a kiss turn hungry, hell, there had barely been any kisses the two of you had shared due to your lack of need for the action. Chan knew it all too well, and while he craved more, he also respected it. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you uncomfortable, and so he’d never stepped over that line.

That was the exact reason for his current shyness, the confusion that wanted to sit onto his face hard to mask. There he stood in your doorway, the desk before your hunched form cluttered with pencils and little crumbs of dirty erasers. You were entirely too focused on the task at hand to notice your boyfriend's presence, the song that flowed through your headphones much too loud to hear any footsteps or even words. And so you continued drawing, clueless about anything as your lover watched you work, eyes flitting between your sketch and the endless reference pictures on your screen.

Pictures about him, his back fully on display and unclothed.

A touch broke you out of your concentration as you erased a line for the fourth time, scaring you into throwing away the pencil in your clutches just so you could tear the headphones off your head.

“Interesting art you have there, love.” - Chan mused, yet his skin was as flushed as ever.

You joined him as you could feel your own skin heating up, ashamed that you’d been caught like this. Eyes looked at everything besides your boyfriend, yet you found comfort in that warm touch of his.

“I was just… doing a study, on muscles.” - the words were but a mere whisper, hand quickly reaching to minimise your browser and just hide it from a certain pair of prying eyes.

Still, there was a feeling clawing at the cage of your soul, ripping at the flesh to be let out and rampage freely. It was feral and vicious, planting a thought into your head that seemed impossible to get out, no matter how alien it felt. You could feel your breath hitch at the image that popped into your head, memories of the images you had been staring at for a while now overlapping.

The hand on your shoulder gently squeezed, breaking you out of your derailing thoughts.

“I don't mind, baby, it just… caught me off guard? Glad you enjoyed my performances though.” - Chan’s voice was light, mixing well with the shyness he was trying to hide.

It only urged that fierceness inside to break free, granting you a surge of confidence you would have never had otherwise.

Without any words you finally glanced up at the man you loved, finding him utterly handsome; you would hone your artistic skills for the rest of your life just to capture a fragment of that beauty. His skin was dusted with a faint red, ears painted by the deepest of shades. Those eyes you loved to get lost in were alight with an emotion you had seen them only hold whenever he looked at the boys, and it took your breath away within a heartbeat.

Your body moved on its own, towering over him as you now stood. His hair was still slightly wet from the shower he must have just taken, and you just knew he had been originally on his way to his room to swap his bathrobe for those comfy, black clothes he loved to don in his free time.

He searched your gaze, unsure, yet trusting. His hands comfortably placed themselves onto your hips; their touch was warm, the man before you always running hot. It was something you loved as he balanced out your always cold hands wonderfully, reaching the perfect temperature you both enjoyed.

“Hey, love. How was work today?” - you asked, leaning closer than usual as you swiped those dark curls out of Chan’s face. He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a second as he thought about his answer.

“The usual, although Hyunjin managed to piss off Minho again. It was a shoe this time that was the weapon, by the way.” - there was an airiness of joy to his words, yet no laugh accompanied it.

No, Chan was entirely too enamoured with the look you were giving him, as if you were worshipping him with your eyes alone. And maybe you were. With each look you studied the way your lover's skin moved, the shadows conforming accordingly. It lured you in, as if Chan was the siren and you were his prey, fated to be drowned in the vast oceans and seas.

He didn't move as you took him all in, hands eventually unable to keep themselves away. Your fingers were cold against the warmth of his fair skin, and you could hear his breath hitch, the muscles inside his neck moving beautifully.

There was something different in your touch, that much he knew, yet he wouldn't have it any other way.

As if you had never seen anything like it before, your hands glided over any free expanse of skin you could reach, memorising how the muscles hidden beneath curved and jumped at your touch. Never once did your eyes stray, wanting to remember every little detail. You wanted your art to be perfect, after all, to represent the real thing as closely as possible and that meant every little detail in their complete glory.

Your eyebrows furrowed as the white robe blocked you off, and so you slightly slid it off from one of Chan's shoulders. His hold on you tightened and you glanced at him briefly, seeing an intensity burning in those dark eyes, one you had never seen before.

You were playing with fire, and you could feel the heat of the danger.

Despite the clear wanting signs, you ignored them much like Icarus, hands now gliding down your lover's arm. Each touch held meaning, praising him in silence, singing odes about this man’s beauty. There was something so intriguing about watching the muscles connect to skin and bone, oh so perfectly toned and reacting to every touch of yours.

You stepped even closer, breaths mingling together as you reached into his robe, mapping out the vast skin of your partner's back. Every dip, every rise and imperfection was noted inside your head, the scorching star in Chan's eyes only growing in intensity as time passed. Your eyes flitted between those deadly stars and his neck, seeing it strain, muscles so tight that they jumped out of the skin in that lovely V-shape you could never grow bored of.

Then, as if something snapped, he gripped your waist with incredible force, not giving you a chance to escape. Despite that, no fear took residence inside you, your now warm fingers still laid peacefully on his shoulders.

“And what do I owe this extremely special moment to, baby?” - his words were a deep rumble, eyes begging for an answer with desperation.

“For being the most beautiful human to grace this planet, my wonderful love. Be my muse, please. Let me draw you, let me study you.” - you answered, one hand now cupping Chan's cheek tenderly, despite the uniquely heated situation.

As if that was the magic word to undo his binding, your lover moved, hauling your taller form easily onto the bed with him. There you were now, sat on his lap as he looked up at you expectantly, the intensity and love never diminishing in those bright eyes of his. Your sketchbook was still sitting beside you on the bed where you had originally thrown it at, hands itching to take it and immortalise what you had engraved into your mind in the past few minutes.

“I'll be your muse whenever, baby. All you needed to do was ask.”

[jemiswumbo]

you be tails, i’ll be sonic (18+)

twitch streamer!luke x reader

part one

authors note: hi hi i’m back with a highly requested part two!! i loved making the graphics for this chapter lol. hope you all enjoy!!!

title is from you be tails, i’ll be sonic by a day to remember. lyrics have no relation to the fanfic, but it IS an absolute banger. anthem. bop. classic.

tags/warnings: smau elements. nsfw elements - MDNI. not proofread. use of y/n.

Over on the desk, Luke’s phone would not stop vibrating.

For the last hour, you’d managed to ignore it, as you were too preoccupied by Luke fucking you with no remorse. Now, as you lay spent and naked and cuddled together until the blankets, the sound was driving you insane.

“Luke,” you whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck (which was now littered with red and purple hickies). “Please shut your phone off.”

Luke chuckled beside you, running a hand through your messy hair. “I will in a minute, I’ll probably have to tweet an explanation for why I shut off my stream so suddenly.”

“Okay. That’s fair,” You decided. Luke leaned over and stretched out his arm, grasping the phone from his desk. He snuggled back in beside you and you watched as he scrolled through a flood of notifications.

The first app he opened was discord, where his gamer friends were chatting in their private server about Luke’s random disconnection.

“Thank god one of my friends was able to figure it out.” Luke murmured, causing you to giggling. Annabeth was, by far, the smartest of the group. Most days it seemed like she was the only one with a working brain cell. You and her got along great, as you worked to keep the boys and thalia in check. They loved to cause a scene or do some dumb shit no matter where they went. It was tons of fun and always entertaining, but also nerve wracking. If they ever caused too big of a scene, someone could takes pictures or videos, upload them… as some of the most popular twitch streamers, everyone would be recognized instantly.

Except for you.

You (by choice) remained out of the spotlight. You loved Luke dearly and desperately wanted to make your relationship public, but the thought of having hundreds of thousands of eyes watching you, loving you, hating you…. it was scary. And you weren’t delusional — you knew, one day, you’d have to step into the public eye. You just didn’t know when you’d be ready.

Luke wrapped up the Discord conversation with his friends and switched over to Twitter, where tons of his fans were talking about his disconnection. You took a deep breath to clear your head, and read some of the tweets on his phone screen.

“Your fans are so goofy,” You said, pressing a kiss to Luke’s cheek. “So… what’s the move? Wifi crashed? Rage quit? Oh my god, what if you confirm Boner Theory?!”

“Jesus, never in my life,” Luke groaned. “I’ll just say it was my wifi. Unless….”

Your eyes widened. You sat up, not caring that the bed sheet fell to your lap, exposing your naked chest. Your heartbeat was definitely exceeding a normal BPM reading. “Baby.. I love you. So much. And I would love to be public. I would love to be your date to the Streamer Awards, and support you at Twitch Con, and cheer you on during your Fortnite tournaments…. But I just don’t think I’m ready.”

“Hey, hey,” Luke sat up, too, enveloping you in his strong, muscled arms and squeezing you tight. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask. But you know I respect your choices and would never pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I know,” You sighed, relishing in the warm embrace, and the feeling of your bare chest pressed against his. You swore he could feel how fast your heart was racing. “But also, you can’t say we’re dating now. Boner Theory is a thing, babe. Surely, at least one of your fans would connect the dots.”

Luke laughed and pulled away from the hug, taking a moment to press and long and loving kiss to your head. He smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling. “You’re so perfect, you know that?”

You shoved him away. “Okay. Tweet something, so we can go watch a movie and smoke and have more sex.”

“Okay, okay,” Luke said, kissing you again and sending some half assed tweet out to his fans. He shut off his phone and grinned. “Let’s order take out, too.”

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A few weeks later…

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It was, officially, your one year anniversary of dating Luke Castellan.

You were beyond happy, and over the moon excited for the special dinner you had both planned for the evening. Luke had surprised you with reservations to your all time favourite restaurant. You were going to surprise him afterwards with a brand new lingerie set. It was going to be perfect.

The only, only thing that was making you nervous was the fact that you’d decided today was the day.

You were going to tell Luke, tonight at dinner, that you were ready to go public.

After the whole Boner Theory ordeal, you’d spent countless nights and hours debating your previous decision to keep your relationship private. You knew it was going to have to happen eventually. You also didn’t mind his fan girls; but deep down you got giddy over the thought of showing them all he was taken and he was yours. It would feel so good. And you wouldn’t have to stay out of photos when you hung out with Luke, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia. You could go to events with him. You could come up behind him while he was streaming to drop off a coffee or food or kiss his cheek without worrying about it.

There were cons, of course. Most of the debating revolved around the cons, and whether or not it was truly worth it. After all these weeks, you decided it was worth it. You were one hundred percent ready.

You spent the few hours before dinner having an everything shower, doing your best makeup, curling your hair, and choosing an outfit. It helped keep your mind occupied and the stress at bay.

Around 7pm, Luke texted saying he was outside of your apartment. You grabbed your purse and slid on a pair of black heels before racing out the door.

Luke’s car was not hard to miss. He had chosen to pick you up in his bright red McLaren, since it was a super special occasion. He typically never took it out of his garage as it was insanely expensive and just downright beautiful.

You gave him a little twirl on your walk over to the passenger seat, not missing the impressed grin he flashed at your from inside. You hopped in the car and didn’t hesitate to lean over and place a kiss to his lips. He presented you a huge bouquet of fresh, dark red roses. You gasped and clutched the bouquet in your arms, kissing his cheek and expressing your gratitude.

“You look stunning,” Luke said, eyeing you up, clearly in awe. You laughed and blushed, enjoying the praise. “Seriously. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” You retorted, besrt racing at the sight of his gorgeous features. He was dressed up, wearing a sharp grey suit with a dark with a black button up beneath. He was so good looking, you simply swooned just from his smile alone. The smell of the roses made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

The drive to the restaurant was quick. The waiter showed you to your table, which was secluded in the back corner and shrouded by a wall and some pretty plants. The lights were dimmed and candles were lit. Luke ordered an expensive bottle of wine, which you both shared and sipped on while waiting for the food to arrive. It was now or never.

“Okay, baby,” You started, dabbing your napkin to your lips. “I’ve thought long and hard about this. But I think I’m ready to go public with our relationship.”

Across the table, Luke’s eyes widened and he spluttered, mid sip. He coughed into the back of his hand and you bit your lip nervously, waiting for his response.

“Are you sure, angel?” Luke asked, reaching out to take your hand in his. He rubbed his thumb against your skin in comfort. “Once we go public we can never go back. My fans will know who you are.”

“I know,” You said, firmly. You offered him a warm smile. “Like I said, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. And I’m ready. Definitely, totally ready.”

“Well in that case, I’ve had an Instagram post drafted for like, the last three months. I can finally post it!” Luke said, picking his phone up from the corner of the table.

You smacked his arm in playful angry, failing to suppress the smile making it way to your cheeks. “You are so dumb. They better be cute pictures, at least.”

“They are, I swear!” Luke laughed. “Cute caption, too. You promise you’re okay with me posting it?”

“Yes, Luke. I promise.” You took his hand again, letting out a shaky breath and trying to muster some courage. “I know it’s only been a year of dating, but I can whole heartedly say you are my best friend in the whole world. I love you. I truly do see us being together forever. So I want to make it public now, on our terms.”

“I love you, too, baby.” Luke said with an attractive grin. You blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear shyly, whilst he set up his Instagram post. After a few silent moments, he flashed you a triumphant thumbs up. “There, it’s posted. I tagged you, too.”

You ignored the buzzing of your own phone, choosing to flip it to silent mode. “Happy Anniversary, my love.”

Luke smiled at you, once again taking your hand in his. With utmost sincerity and his heart of gold, he replied, “Happy Anniversary to you too, angel.”

a/n: thank you all for reading, hope you enjoy!! again this is not proofread. part 3 with the streamer awards??? 👀👀

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[burnednotburied]

Chapter 5: The Aquarium

AO3 Link | Masterlist

Pairing: Abby Anderson x fem!reader

Fic Synopsis: Abby goes looking for Owen and ends up on the wrong end of your knife.

Tags/CWs: angst; slowburn; enemies to friends to lovers; talks of purity culture/ideals and “sin”; internalized homophobia and some comp-het feelings (they’re both so gay but so dumb about it); animosity between WLF and Seraphites; blood/gore; descriptions of being hanged; religious/cult-like ideas; sorry (but not that sorry) to any Owen fans, but he’s kinda a huge asshole in this

Note: I added chapter titles and finally figured out exactly where I’m going with this story lol. Hooray for having a plan!!

(Sorry it took more than two weeks to get this chapter out! End-of-semester craziness, ya know? I hope this chapter being like twice as long as usual makes up for it!)

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Abby realized too late that she probably should’ve warned you about the life-sized whales on the ceiling.

By the look on your face, she could tell you’ve never seen anything like it.

Which made sense. She hadn’t either before she and Owen found this place three years ago.

She paused to watch you for just a second, taking in your amazed expression as you marveled at the enormous hanging sea creatures above you.

Abby could easily remember what her first time here was like. How incredible and other-worldly this place felt. She imagined it must be even more overwhelming for you, this fractured piece of a world you were not a part of and knew little about. A world where humans built a place where they could go to look at fish for no reason other than that it was entertaining. A world where people did things just for fun.

Of course, Abby had also never been a part of that world, but at least she knew about it. She’d caught glimpses of it, carefully and intentionally gathering bits and pieces. She watched films and documentaries. She read novels and history books, newspapers and magazines if she could find them.

Knowledge was power. And, to Abby, having power was important. Having power meant being able to keep the people she cared about safe.

And if you had enough power, no one could ever take it away from you.

So she dedicated herself to becoming powerful, both of mind and of body. It’s all she had known and cared about since she lost her dad.

It’s why she lost Owen.

She still wasn’t sure if that had been a good thing or a bad thing, but she knew she felt guilty about it.

Three years ago, Owen had quickly claimed the aquarium as his own. He cleaned it up, made it feel as homey as possible, and spent as much time here as he could get away with. Abby didn’t tell anyone, not even the rest of the Salt Lake crew. It was right around the time they were breaking up. She felt like she owed him her discretion at the very least. Not that it really made up for anything.

Yesterday morning, when Nora told Abby that Owen was missing, she assumed he’d come here.

God, she hoped she was right.

Abby shifted the injured Yara in her arms, her muscles burning from carrying the girl for so long.

It was early in the morning now. The sun had just begun to rise as the four of you had been making your way into the aquarium.

“Owen!” she shouted, leading the way down one of the hallways off the main entrance. Abby thought he would most likely be out on the boat, either sleeping or continuing in his never-ending attempts to get the thing in working order.

“Owen!” she called out again. “Owen! Are you here?”

She paused for a moment, listening. Nothing.

“Owen—”

“I’m here.” She heard his voice just before he rounded the corner, stopping short when he saw the whole group of you. “Are those Scars?” he asked, genuinely surprised and definitely confused as hell.

Abby ignored the question. “I need whatever medical supplies you have.”

Before Owen could respond, Alice came barreling around the corner, barking aggressively at the perceived enemies.

The next few seconds were chaotic to say the least.

You screamed and jumped back. Lev reacted quickly, his bow drawn and an arrow notched.

“Alice, no!” Abby yelled out.

Owen grabbed for the German Shepherd, holding her back as she continued to lunge forward, trying to attack.

“Put the bow down! It’s okay!” Abby shouted.

Owen gripped the dog’s harness tightly. “Put that down!”

“Alice, shut up! Lev, put the bow down!”

“Alice, stop—Abby, what the fuck?!”

“Lev, listen to them! Put it down!” you insisted, putting a hand on his shoulder as you tried to push him behind you.

All of this happened simultaneously, muffled by the sound of deafening, echoing barking.

“Alice!” a new voice, one that Abby knew belonged to Mel, shouted. To her, the dog listened, sitting down obediently with one final bark.

Mel stood next to Owen and Alice, staring.

There was a moment of silence.

Abby turned to the young boy. “Lev, lower the bow. It’s okay.”

Reluctantly, he listened.

“Abby, who are these people?” Mel asked.

“They saved my life,” she said, hoping that would be enough of an answer for now. “Can you take a look at her?” Abby looked down at Yara, who seemed to be barely conscious in her arms.

Mel dropped a hand on Alice’s head, instructing her to stay, as she slowly stepped closer, eyeing you and Lev cautiously.

“This is Yara,” Abby said before nodding over to the kid at her right, “That’s Lev. And that’s—” She stopped short. She wasn’t about to introduce you to them as Prophet.

Behind her, you spoke, offering up your name. Abby and Lev’s eyes both swung to you, widening for two entirely different reasons.

Abby’s because she was hearing your name for the first time. It was your name. It was like she discovered a brand new piece to this puzzle she had been frantically trying to assemble since the moment she saw you.

She wasn’t sure why Lev looked shocked, but it seemed like a big deal, for you to use your name in place of the title that had been forced upon you by the other Scars.

Abby quietly repeated the name, committing it to memory.

Mel gave a small nod, unaware of the mini revelation that was happening right in front of her, instead focusing on Yara with a concerned look on her face.

“What did this?” she asked, looking down at the girl’s mangled arm.

“A hammer,” you said, stepping forward until you were standing right next to Abby.

“It wasn’t me,” Abby quickly added. Guilty, despite her innocence. She was ashamed that she needed to make that clarification. Worried about what you would think about it.  

Mel hesitated, regarding each of the Scars one by one again before sighing. “Alright. Let’s lay her down.”

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The pregnant woman—clearly someone Abby knew but wasn’t exactly friendly with—decided that Yara had compartment syndrome, which apparently meant they would have to cut her arm off.

While everyone else argued about the best way to accomplish that task, you stood off to the side, feeling sick. If you had been able to stop Emily’s men last night, this wouldn’t be happening.

It shouldn’t be happening.

Yara was going to lose her arm or die because you failed her.

You were trying not to spiral. Trying to be helpful now. (Too little, too late.) Trying to pay attention to the Wolves’ conversation.

They didn’t have the supplies they needed to perform the amputation safely. Yara didn’t have time to wait the couple days it would take Abby to travel all the way to the hospital and back.

“What if we could get you there in two hours?” Lev asked, hands grasping the metal table where Yara laid in the center of the room. “The Wolf hospital, right? On the west side?”

The man—Owen—stood, interested. “How?”

“The bridges,” you said, realizing what Lev was getting at. All eyes turned to you. “Our people built them. High up.”

Lev nodded. “It’s how we get around the flooding. And… you people.”

After a quiet moment, Abby stepped forward. “Can she handle two hours?”

The woman considered this, her hand comfortingly placed on Yara’s shoulder. “Probably, yeah.”

Abby nodded. “Then make a list of what you need.”

Owen stepped closer, joining the circle the rest of you had formed around Yara. “Wait. Are you serious? Abby, these bridges are used by Scars.”

The fact that he was arguing against the plan frustrated you. Yara didn’t have time for this.

“They only send in small groups at a time,” Lev said.

“You heard that? Small groups.” Abby said, watching as the other woman jotted down the supplies on a loose piece of paper and handed it over.

“This isn’t a joke.” Owen looked only at Abby, trying to catch her eyes. She seemed to be actively avoiding making contact.

Instead, she turned to you and said your name, followed by, “Let’s go.”

You looked up at her, at a loss for words. It was sad that something as simple as hearing your name could have this effect on you, but it had been eight years since you’d heard it… And this was already the second time Abby had said it.

You wanted to turn and walk right out the door with her, happy to follow her anywhere, but reality set it.

“I can’t,” you said. “I don’t know where the hospital is. And I don’t know our bridges well enough to guide you. It will have to be Lev.” It looked like Abby might argue with you, or at least tell you to come with them.

You wanted to. The idea of letting Lev go back out into danger without you made you sick with worry. But, foolish as it may seem, you trusted Abby to look out for him. And you didn’t understand these other Wolves and the strange dynamic at play here. You certainly didn’t trust them to be alone with Yara.

“Someone needs to stay with her,” you said, holding Abby’s gaze.

She nodded, grabbing her backpack off the floor. “Alright. Lev.”

He looked to you, taking your hand in his. The group splitting up must’ve felt wrong to him, too.

Almost on instinct, you did what you had been trained to do. You offered a bit of comfort.

“May She guide you,” you said quietly, giving him a small, encouraging smile as you squeezed his one hand between both of yours.

The words were familiar to you both, a common Seraphite mantra. He reciprocated your tight grasp and finished the line, “May She protect you.”

When you released his hand, he placed it on Yara’s shoulder, as if to tell her goodbye as well. She was unresponsive.

You felt a hand fall on your own shoulder and looked up to find that it was Abby. She nodded her head to the opposite end of the room, impatiently taking your wrist in her hand and leading you over there when you didn’t immediately catch her meaning.

She didn’t let go.

Abby stood close, speaking quietly so that no one else could hear. “We’ll be back as soon as possible. Yara’s going to be fine, okay. And I’ll keep Lev safe.”

You couldn’t help the slight upward curve of your lips. “I know,” you said. “I trust you.”

She blinked, caught off guard, but continued. “I wouldn’t mention the whole you-being-the-Prophet thing to Owen and Mel if I were you.”

“I’m not a prophet,” you deadpanned.

She let out an exasperated breath. “Okay, sure. Well I wouldn’t tell them that the Scars think—”

“Seraphites,” you interjected.

“—Seraphites—Just… you get the point. Don’t mention it, okay?”

“What if they ask questions?”

“Dodge them. Be vague.”

“You don’t trust your friends?” you asked, more serious now.

“No,” Abby said. “Not with you.”

You couldn’t begin to guess what she meant by that.

“I trust them… for the most part.” She glanced at them over your shoulder before meeting your eyes again. “I just don’t know how they would react to that information. It’s not exactly a small thing. I don’t know what they would do with it.”

You looked at her for while longer, then nodded your head. “Okay. I won’t say anything.”

“Abby?” the man’s voice came from behind you.

She let go of your wrist immediately, as if she had been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

You turned around to find the woman—Mel—and Owen both looking at you like they were witnessing something truly insane, instead of just two people having a conversation.

Lev stood on his own by the door, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, eager to get moving.

From behind you, you felt Abby’s hand wrap around your wrist again, squeezing lightly and then letting go.

“We’ll be back,” she said, this time at a normal volume. She joined Lev by the door, opening it and leading the way out.

“Abby!” Owen said again, moving to follow them out.

Mel groaned, frustrated. “God! Owen, just let them go.” When he ignored her, she went after him, the door slamming loudly behind her.

You stayed behind with Yara.

She was blinking slowly, barely awake, her shallow breaths too few and far between for your liking. You felt helpless, knowing there wasn’t much you could do other than sit and wait.

You pulled up a chair.

Just outside the door, the two Wolves were arguing. Although, you only caught bits and pieces of it.

Something about Abby and Scars and a cloak… Something about someone who looked like she just stepped out of The Lord of the Rings. You didn’t know what that meant, but it was clear they were talking about you.

Again, you unfastened the cloak and freed yourself of your top layer. Whether that was due to embarrassment or a sudden recognition of the uncomfortable warmth of the room, you couldn’t tell.

“Did you see how she was looking at her?” “Owen, why do you care? Why does it matter to you?” you heard through the door.

The dynamic here was becoming more and more confusing.

You’d assumed that Owen was the father of Mel’s child, just because they seemed to live here together. But that didn’t explain Mel’s rather apparent unfavorable opinion of Abby. And it definitely didn’t explain Owen’s preoccupation with Abby.

Their conversation continued for several minutes, volume rising and falling periodically. There wasn’t much you understood and even less of it seemed important or interesting to you.

Eventually, the door swung open again, making you jump in your seat. Mel reentered the room, offering you a strained smile as she checked on Yara. You quietly watched her work.

“There’s not much we can do for her until Abby and your friend get back,” she said to you, eyes still focused on Yara. “If you want, I can get you set up with a place to sleep while we wait.”

“No,” you said, too quickly to be polite. “…Thank you. I’ll stay with Yara.”

Mel pulled her lips into a tight line and nodded, leaving the room again. She came back a few minutes later with water and a shiny red apple, offering them up for you to take.

“Sorry. I know it’s not much. Owen isn’t well-stocked on food right now,” she said after you’d accepted the snack.

You smiled. “Thank you. You’re very kind to be helping us at all.”

Mel didn’t really answer, instead gesturing to the door as she walked toward it. “Well, we’ll… be around. If you need anything. And I’ll come in and check on her periodically.”

You nodded, quietly thanking her again. The discarded cloak that you’d left on a table by the door caught your eye. “Oh. Wait.”

She turned to face you again, eyebrows raised in question.

“What is The Lord of the Rings?” you asked.

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An excursion that was supposed to take two hours ended up taking nearly all day.

But hey, Abby had done the best she could.

She faced her deeply-rooted fear of heights on that sorry excuse for a bridge. She fought off Infected and Scars. She was, let’s say, detained by her fellow WLF soldiers at the hospital. And then she had to fight and kill what must’ve been the biggest, gnarliest, freakiest blob of cordyceps infection to ever exist.

She barely got out of there alive, but she managed to leave with the medical supplies in hand. Plus tons of new material for her future nightmares.

Mel had started operating as soon as they got back to the aquarium, with Owen assisting her.

You and Lev sat just outside the door the entire time.

The surgery had gone well. Yara was doing okay, all things considered.

After, Owen handed Abby a pile of sleeping bags and blankets and walked off without saying a word.

Abby handed them off to you and carefully lifted Yara again, this time to move her to a more comfortable spot to rest. She led the way to the next room, you and Lev trailing behind.

There was a long couch in the new room. You motioned for Lev to lay down on one end while Abby set Yara down on the other.

She stepped back and watched, amused, as you fussed over the two of them for a few minutes, using most of the blankets on your young friends.

When you were sure they were both as comfortable as possible, you left them to rest and walked back over to Abby. In your arms, you held the two sleeping bags that you hadn’t used on the kids.

You offered one of them to her.

She shook her head, motioning to the space on the floor in front of the couch where there was an old, worn-out rug.

“Lay mine out for me? I have to go do something before I go to sleep.”

“You’re leaving?” you asked, looking concerned.

“I just need to talk to Owen. I’ll be right back.”

You studied her face, like you were trying to figure out whether or not she was being truthful.

Abby doubled down, pointing again. “Go. Get some sleep. I’ll be back.”

You sighed but went where she had pointed and began laying out the two sleeping bags.

One for you. One for her. Right next to each other on the floor.

You had been doing a good job of hiding it, but Abby could tell you were exhausted. She couldn’t blame you. Hell, she was exhausted. And the sooner she touched base with Owen, the sooner she could come back.

She turned and went out to track him down.

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You didn’t know what was wrong with you.

You had been awake for almost forty-eight hours, but you couldn’t fall asleep. Your mind was racing. Filled with worry for Yara, concern about her condition, guilt for having been unable to prevent the injury from happening in the first place. Thoughts of your own people hunting your friends with the intent to kill them. Fear that, despite your desire to keep them safe, your lack of knowledge and experience in the world outside of Haven would make that impossible.

You thought about the woman you killed yesterday. How she’d so tenderly and earnestly called you her Prophet just moments before you snuck up behind her and ended her life.

You wondered if you too were now an apostate. If the Seraphites had found the bodies of Emily and her men and assumed you were dead, or if they somehow knew that you betrayed them all the very moment you were given the chance.

You wondered if your mother knew what you had done. If she would be punished for your sins.

You thought about Abby, hoping that your faith in her was not misplaced. Hoping that your attraction to her hadn’t clouded your judgment.

This was crazy. All of it. It was too much.

You had tossed everything and everyone you’ve ever known aside, thrown the first twenty years of your life to the wind like it meant nothing at all, and run off into the forest with a Wolf without a second thought. And now that you, Yara, and Lev were finally (seemingly) not in immediate danger, you had time to think things through. Contemplate what you’d done and try to figure out where it left you.

By your own hand, your life had been irreparably changed forever. It was done. There was no undoing it. No going back.

You would stay with Lev and Yara. You would stay with Abby if that’s what she wanted.

But where would you go? It wasn’t safe for any of you to stay here.

That wasn’t a question you could answer. You didn’t know of anywhere else. You wouldn’t know how to find a place that was safe.

All of these thoughts bombarded your mind at once, taking turns at the forefront. Contradicting emotions swirled, adding to the chaos.

There was a sadness, a sense of loss for the people you had always belonged to.

Guilt and shame. Two feelings that were not at all foreign to you, but you had never felt as strongly as you did now.

A lightness. A happiness. Almost a thrill. A hopeful nervousness for the freedom you had claimed for yourself, the agency you had uncovered, and the possibility of what was to come.

Sadness, again, for the mother you would miss, and the realization that you had already been missing her for a very long time.

Frustration—simmering anger—for your childhood that was stolen and the shame that did not originate within yourself. The unrelenting voices that lived in your head, weighing in on every thought and critiquing every action. But those voices were not your own. You would take your dagger and cut their presence from your mind, carefully carving them out of your head and disposing of them yourself if you could.

And, amongst everything else taking up space inside of you, demanding your attention, it felt stupid and frivolous and wasteful, but you couldn’t keep Abby from your thoughts. She kept appearing, in the middle of it all. This was something that you truly did not have time for and should not be putting energy toward.

But you had never felt intrinsically drawn to someone in the way you were drawn to her…

Behind you, you could hear slow, heavy breaths coming from either end of the couch. You were glad that Lev and Yara were getting some rest. You’d do your best to make sure they got their fill of it this time.

You got up quietly, trying not to disturb them but feeling like you needed to move. You shook out your arms, rolled your neck around, wiggled your fingers, stretched your legs.

Honestly, you wanted run. Or hit something. Or scream. Loudly and for a long time. Until you ran out of air and your voice was ragged.

But you didn’t do any of those things.

Instead, you went to look for Abby.

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“Seriously? You’re telling me Isaac’s top Scar killer just… turned over a new leaf? Decided to befriend and help three Scars?” Mel was staring into Abby’s soul, her words dripping in disbelief.

Abby had found her and Owen upstairs, in the same room that had once housed the boat man’s skeleton and the couple’s Christmas stockings (not at the same time, of course).

Owen was angry. Exactly what she had done to earn his anger, she couldn’t say. He held a jar of his homemade moonshine. A jar that was somewhere between three-quarters and one half full. Abby assumed it had been filled to the top just a few minutes ago.

He had apparently decided to be a silent, brooding drunk tonight, so Mel had been the one to interrogate her.

Abby tried to explain everything, albeit keeping things pretty vague. She didn’t want to give them too much information about you specifically, and she didn’t want them to get the wrong idea about you, so she made sure to omit the part where you nearly gutted her. And the part where you were the new Scar Prophet that Isaac was after.

Mel wasn’t buying the part where Abby simply had a change of heart.

She shot Owen a cautious look before she said, “Abby, do you—I thought you might—Is it possible that you’re…” Mel stopped, gathering her thoughts, trying to find the best way to word it. “It’s not… like… a problem that she’s a woman. It’s just… it is kind of a big deal that she’s a Scar—”

“Abby isn’t into a fucking Scar,” Owen interjected, his knuckles white around the mouth of the jar. “And she’s not fucking gay.”

Then he started chugging the jar’s contents, forcing down swallow after painful swallow.

The women were both silent for a second, surprised by the anger in his words.

Abby didn’t know what to say. She knew she was into you—and she’d be lying if she said that wasn’t at least part of the reason why she was helping you and your friends—but she had never considered if that made her gay.

She honestly didn’t really care to label herself as anything either way. It felt stupid—in the honest-to-god post-apocalyptic hellscape that they lived in, where they had been engaged in a never-ending war since they were kids—to care about that kind of thing.

Why should it matter—when her family was dead, her friends were constantly in danger, and there were enemies closing in from every angle—if she was romantically or sexually interested in men or women or both? Wasn’t that almost guaranteed to be the least important detail at any given moment? And why should she waste any of her time or energy trying to define herself in that way?

This was all really new to her. She hadn’t really let herself be interested in anyone since Owen, and she honestly wasn’t sure if she had ever been into him for the right reasons. Again, she remembered how uncomfortable it made her feel to kiss him, to be touched by him…

She couldn’t imagine that it would feel like that if you touched her. And just the fact that she hoped one day she’d find out was probably telling enough.

So maybe, in the Old World, people would’ve called Abby a lesbian. Maybe she would’ve identified with that title if things were different, if her life was lower stakes, and if she’d had more time to explore herself and her interests.

What-ifs didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was here now. You were with her—and she needed to figure out a plan of how to proceed from here—so she could make sure to keep it that way.  She could figure out the rest later.

Mel was the first to speak, annoyed, but addressing him calmly, like she was talking to a rabid animal. “Owen—”

He didn’t even let her get a word in.

“No. This is bullshit! Abby—” He looked past Mel to meet Abby’s gaze, insistent. “I’m going to Santa Barbara to find the Fireflies. If you’re smart, you’ll ditch the Scars and come with me.”

Mel slammed her hands on the table, causing both Abby and Owen to jump. “What the hell do you mean, you’re going to Santa Barbara?! We are going to Santa Barbara!” They weren’t used to seeing violent outbursts from Mel. She was the queen of passive aggression, but she rarely lost her cool. “What is wrong with you, Owen? Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? This is all so seriously fucked up.” She turned away from them, clenching her fists at her sides, looking like she might cry. Or hit something. Or both.

But for the first time in years, Abby wasn’t on the receiving end of her disdain.

Guess all she had to do for her old friend to stop seeing her as a threat was get entangled with the Scar Prophet. No big deal.

Owen, in a moment of clarity, seemed to realize how huge of an asshole he was being to the mother of his child. He set down his jar, stood, and walked over to Mel, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her into him, her back pressed against his front. He was swaying on his feet, his cheeks flushed, hands clumsy. If he hadn’t been drunk before, he definitely was now. “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. We are going to Santa Barbara. Of course it’s we. Hell, the Scars can come too for all I care. We’ll make it a party.”

Abby rolled her eyes at his quick switch-up and turned to go. Clearly this conversation wasn’t going anywhere productive tonight, with Owen drunk, Mel upset, and all of them exhausted beyond belief.

There was a creak by the door, and all three of them turned to look, Owen’s reaction far more delayed than Abby and Mel’s.

You stood there in your long white dress, hesitant to come in. Shy, having clearly interrupted a tense conversation.

Abby wondered how long you’d been standing there unnoticed. Her instinct was to meet you in the doorway and take you back to bed, away from Owen’s rude drunkenness and Mel’s inquisitive eyes.

“Hey! Scar! How the hell are ya? Come join us! We were just talking about sunny California. Ever been?” Owen pulled away from Mel and plopped back down on the couch, finding his jar again.

“Umm…” You looked to Abby for guidance, but she was just as unsettled as you. “No. I haven’t… Sorry, I was just looking for Abby.”

“Yeah, I bet you were,” he mumbled under his breath. Abby wasn’t sure if you caught that, but she wasn’t interested in having you hear any more of this.

“Let’s just go,” she said to you, moving toward where you still stood in the doorway.

“No! Come! Sit! Let’s talk,” Owen insisted, slapping the spot next to him on the couch.

You gave Abby another hesitant look before walking past her to join Owen. Mel sighed and lowered herself into a nearby chair. When it became clear to her that retreating with you wasn’t an option right now, Abby walked back over. She stood right across from the couch so she could see you, leaned against the wall behind her with her arms crossed over her chest.

You sat next to Owen, although not so close, putting as much distance between you as possible.

“Atta girl,” he chuckled. Abby wanted to punch him.

All of this was out of character for Owen, but she knew that he was always kind of unpredictable when he got drunk. With everything that had happened and emotions running so high, everyone really should just be going to sleep.

With that in mind, Abby would continue to stand nearby until you were ready to leave. She wouldn’t let things get out of hand.

“So… Scar—”

“Seraphite,” Abby corrected him. He scoffed and took another swig.

You smiled softly at her, looking grateful.

“Scar,” he said again. “Can I perhaps interest you in some hooch? Made it myself.” He offered up the jar for you to take, tilting it towards you with unsteady hands.

“No,” Abby immediately answered on your behalf. “She does not want any of your hooch.”

“Well give the girl a chance to answer,” he slurred. “What? Your little girlfriend can’t speak for herself? She can’t make her own decisions?”

You glanced back and forth between him and her, reaching for the open jar of clear liquid, properly baited by his taunting words.

Abby tried to remember that Owen was her friend—her best friend—and that he wasn’t usually like this.

“What is… hooch?” you asked, staring down into the glass jar suspiciously.

“It’s moonshine,” Abby said. When that didn’t clear things up for you, she added, “Alcohol.”

“Like wine?” you asked, tentatively sniffing it.

Owen laughed. Abby nodded, “Kind of, but it’s much stronger. Seriously, you won’t like it.”

There was a flash of something that looked like defiance in your eyes, offense taken at the idea that you wouldn’t be able to handle something that others could.

You put the jar to your lips and tilted it back enough to take in a generous mouthful.

Abby watched as your eyes went wide and you struggled to swallow it. Honestly, she was impressed that you didn’t immediately spit it out. You managed to choke it down before breaking out in a harsh coughing fit.

Owen laughed, accepting the jar as you shoved it back into his hands. Your eyes watered as you tapped on your sternum, taking a second to regain the ability to speak.

“You made that?” you wheezed in disbelief.

“Yep!”

“On purpose?”

Abby laughed at that, leaning back against the wall again once she was convinced that you weren’t dying.

“Hey, that’s prime hooch! You should be thanking me right now.” Owen took his own swig of it, lounging back against the couch with his arm resting along the back.

“Thank you?” You squinted your eyes but tried to be polite.

“I was kidding, princess. You don’t have to thank me.”

Abby, again, resisted the urge to punch him in the face.

“So,” Owen began, “tell me. How is it that you’re a Scar… but you’re not scarred?” He chuckled to himself, as if he had made a joke.

Your eyes shot to meet Abby’s, clearly unprepared to answer that question.

“Not every Seraphite has facial scars,” you said, keeping things vague.

“Every Scar I’ve ever seen does.”

“You’ve seen me, haven’t you?” you shot back.

Abby let out a surprised laugh. Owen clenched his jaw.

“Every Scar has face scars. It’s like your defining thing. It’s why we call you Scars.” He was adamant, unyielding. And the playful mask was starting to slip back into anger. Abby could tell this wasn’t going to end well.

“Well I guess you don’t know as much about Seraphites as you thought you did.” You were frustrated now, pressing yourself further into the far end of the couch to put more distance between the two of you.

Owen opened his mouth with a rebuttal, but Abby jumped in. “Lay off, Owen.”

He threw his hands up in surrender, leaning back against the brown cushions. “Fine, fine. Whatever. Forgive me for having questions. Fuck me, I guess. I’ve just never seen a hot Scar befo—”

Before he could finish the sentence, Mel was on her feet. “Alright. That’s it. You’re done.” She had been sitting silently up until then, ready to intervene if things got out of hand, just as Abby had been. Apparently, Owen calling you hot was where she drew the line.

Abby was glad Mel was saying something. Because if things had gone much further, she really might’ve hit him.

“Get up,” Mel instructed firmly, standing over him. “You’re going to bed.” He let her take the jar out of his hands and, with much effort, pushed himself up off the couch and started walking toward the door. Mel was right behind him, hands hovering on either of his sides in case he lost his balance. He was grumbling under his breath the whole way, like a toddler whose bedtime was being enforced.

Abby watched them go.

Once they were out of sight, she looked down at you, only to find that you were already looking at her.

“Sorry,” she spat out. “About him. He’s not usually like that.”

You nodded, but you didn’t seem sure that you believed her.

“So you guys are… friends?”

Abby cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah. We’ve known each other for years. Joined the WLF together. Me, Owen, Mel, and a few others.”

You considered this for a second before responding. “Where were you before?”

“Salt Lake City,” she said, looking down at her feet. “Utah.” Abby didn’t know if that would mean anything to you.

“Mel doesn’t seem to like you very much,” you said, observant, not trying to offend. Abby smiled, despite the meaning behind your words. You added, “And Owen doesn’t seem to like me.” You stated it like it was a fact, like it was neither good nor bad, just true.

“He’ll get over it. He’s just drunk.” Abby didn’t know if that was true, but she wanted to comfort you in that moment, not that you actually seemed to care all that much about Owen’s opinion of you.

“Can I ask you a question?” You were looking up at her, eyes wide and vulnerable.

Anything, Abby thought. Out loud, she said, “Sure.”

She pushed away from the wall and came to sit next to you on the couch, filling the spot where Owen had been.

“Why do you people keep calling me princess?” you asked. Abby laughed quietly under her breath, turning her body to face you.

“I don’t know. There’s something about you that’s very princess-like I guess.”

You made a face at her. She smiled wider.

“It’s not a bad thing. You just come across as soft. Delicate. I don’t know… Graceful.”

“I am not delicate,” you said, defensive.

“I know.”

“I’ve killed.”

“I saw.” Abby was being serious, although she did find the conversation amusing. “You’re very skilled with a knife.”

You nodded, satisfied with her response, and fully turned to face Abby. “And what does hot mean? Why did he call me hot?”

“Oh—” Abby stuttered, “Uh—He meant… He was saying that you’re very pretty.”

“Oh.” You considered this, eyes wandering away. “Earlier he said I look like The Lord of the Rings.”

Abby smiled again. There was something about you that felt like it might’ve been taken straight from the high fantasy genre.

“Do you know what that is?” she asked.

“Yes. Sort of. I asked Mel. She said it was a film about a magical land. With fairies and stuff.”

“They were books first.”

“Have you read them?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you read a lot of books?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I try to read as much as I can. Whatever’s available.”

You nodded, thinking, letting the conversation die down.

After a moment, “Abby?”

“Hmm?” she hummed. She liked the way you said her name. Just the sound of it made her heart beat a little bit faster.

“Owen also called me your girlfriend.” You were studying her face, trying to read her reaction.

“Yeah. He did.” Abby said, looking into your inquisitive eyes.

“Does that just mean friend? Or is it something else?”

“He was just trying to piss me off.”

“So it does mean something else?” Your eyes were on her lips now, and you were ever so slightly leaned forward. Almost subconsciously.

“It doesn’t matter,” Abby said. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

She was pushing you away, and she didn’t know why. She could’ve answered that question so differently. Maybe she should’ve.

Abby wanted you. And she was almost certain that you felt the same way. At the very least, there was a curiosity. A hesitant attraction.

But she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was wrong. That anything with you would be something she wasn’t good enough for.

Something she didn’t deserve.

Something she would ruin if given the chance.

So tonight, she didn’t give herself that chance.

Was that noble or cowardly? She wasn’t sure.

You pulled away, turning to face forward as you let out a long breath, puffing out your cheeks.

“I’m tired,” you said, standing. “And I should check on Yara and Lev.”

“Yeah.” Abby nodded. “Okay.”

She remained in place, ready to mentally beat herself up some more and stew in her thoughts alone for a while.

You cleared your throat lightly, swaying on your feet. “Umm… I’m not sure that I can find my way back to the room. Can you… please—?”

“Oh.” Abby hopped to her feet. “Okay, yeah. I’ll… I guess I’ll go with you.”

She avoided eye contact, leading the way into the dark hallway.

[gyusimp]

°•Car sex after work

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW, MINORS DNI, Smut content, Modern AU, Fem reader.

U wanted smut? You get smut 💅🏻 (sorry for the delay, now i'll go tu fucking sleep 🧚‍♀️ and hope u like it)

It was almost time to go home, you had already finished your chores for today at the office. There were 20 minutes left to leave so you took out your cell phone and started browsing the internet and your social media. You looked at some posts and videos, you kept scrolling on your fyp until you found a reel of a female page with interesting topics.

You entered the profile and saw some important tips and articles until you saw one that caught your attention. "Benefits of a long and abundant squirt" you read the list in the post and then pressed the comments button to read the opinions of others. There were many other girls or most of them saying that their couples very rarely or almost never managed to make them reach that level of pleasure, while others said that not all women are capable of achieving it and other opinions and debates. That made you think, had Gyutaro ever made it with you? You've had sex with Gyutaro so many times that you've lost count. Of course you remember making yourself squirt, but right now you couldn't remember if it was also on the occasions where you were with your boyfriend. You saw the clock on your cell phone and it was just time to leave, you grabbed your things and went down to the parking lot to get into your car and start it.

A few days ago Gyutaro's motorcycle suffered some mechanical problems so since it would be in the mechanical workshop for a couple of days, you offered to pick Gyutaro up from work and take him home. As you drove to his work, you kept trying to remember in the corners of your head, but everything was so blurry. You thought about asking Gyutaro after you greeted him with a kiss and he got into the car but it would be too random and perhaps awkward a question, you would end up blushing up to your ears and Gyutaro would make fun of you all the way back even though You would have explained the context of your question to him so you decided to stay silent and talk about anything else with him.

"Hey, just let me buy some things for dinner honey."

"Of course, babe."

You drove until you entered the parking basement of a mall, inside there was a supermarket that you frequented so you would buy some things for dinner and some snacks for the weekend. You got an empty space and parked and then got out of the car with Gyutaro and held hands to enter the supermarket. You were talking to your boyfriend and choosing the products you were looking for, but your mind in the background kept thinking about what you had read.

Seeing Gyutaro made your heart race and made you feel like your panties had suddenly become too tight, making your core throb with every brush of your thighs as you walked. You went to pay for your things and went back to the parking lot to put away the purchases and finish eating some popsicles that you bought for you and him in the car and continue talking. Your mind kept wandering that topic, you looked at how sexy your boyfriend was and you couldn't get it out of your head that you wanted to make love to him right now to see if he was capable of making you feel that way. You both finished eating the popsicle, Gyutaro was about to fasten the seat belt but your hand surprised him when from his muscled thigh it slid to the middle of his pants, right at his crotch. The boy looked at you surprised but smiling playfully, maybe a quickie wasn't bad.

Gyutaro loved to do it every once in a while somewhere where the two of you could get caught. However, the basement parking lot of the mall was dark and all the cars around yours were empty so it was the most favorable scenario for now. Plus, the windows of your car were dark enough that people outside couldn't see anything going on inside. You took off the jacket you were wearing as well as your pants, followed by your blouse as Gyutaro undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. You got up from the driver's seat and sat on his lap, straddling him and taking his face for kissing him passionately while he caressed your entire body and took off your bra to throw it in the back seats. Gyutaro's tongue left a hot, wet trail from your ears to your neck, taking one of your breasts into his mouth while he sensually massaged your other nipple, making you begin to moan. Your hips moved on him in circles making your small panties wet, the fabric slipping between your folds until your lips began to peek out from the edges. Both of Gyutaro's hands on your ass, you could feel the tent just below your clit causing electricity to run throughout your body until your boyfriend's curious and desire filled fingers pushed your panties aside from your crotch to free your pussy.

"Wow...you're really needy babe." Gyutaro said, licking his lips at the sight.

He wanted to throw you on the back seat and place both of your legs on his shoulders and immerse his face between your legs for hours until he made you writhe with pleasure and made your toes cramp trying to stretch within the small space of your car but his cock was greedier so he decided to pull down the edge of his boxers to let you continue moistening his tip in the middle of your crystalline folds. You were very wet and needy too, you asked Gyutaro to put both hands on your tits and not stop touching you while you rode him, holding onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it. You felt the car move with the jumps you made on top of your boyfriend. You thought that if someone saw the movement maybe they would know what was happening but you couldn't care less at this moment.

"Aaah-aah, Gyutaro..." the heat inside the car was unbearable but it helped to arouse you both even more. "The seat...tilt the seat darling-ngh! Aah!"

"As you want."

Gyutaro wanted to tease you a little, he grabbed the lever under his seat and in less than a second he pulled it causing the seat to suddenly recline back making you jump and lose your balance momentarily, causing Gyutaro to slide inside you until the bottom. You both moaned deep in your throats as you felt you clench around him making him cum. Sweat dripped down your boyfriend's forehead, your breasts bouncing with each of your jumps until you suddenly felt a small usual release from your orgasm, making you moan repetitively and arch your back, wetting Gyutaro's pants.

It was just a quickie so Gyutaro would settle into his seat and compose himself to go home, until you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to kiss him.

"We're not done yet..." You motioned for him to change positions and he gladly accepted.

You were now lying back on the seat while Gyutaro took off his shirt on top of you. You placed your feet on the dashboard of the car and opened your legs so your boyfriend could take off your panties, putting them in his pocket while he sank back into you.

"Gy-Gyutaro! Please touch me, aah! Touch me more!"

You demanded that his fingers be in every part of you, you lowered your fingers towards your cunt and looked for that place that drives you crazy so that Gyutaro could touch it and play with it over and over again just like you do sometimes. You told him how to move his fingers and at what speed. Luckily the boy is very smart with these things, his fingers worked wonders and the edge of his nails on your folds while he kneaded your clit quickly made you shiver completely. You spread your legs wider to give him more room and then you realized how hot it was inside the car. You didn't want to stop and miss this magnificence just to turn on the air conditioning, you would rather hold out a little longer until you were done. The heat was unbearable, the smell of sex filled the vehicle, the windows began to fog up and the sweat ran from behind your knees to your heels.

You could feel Gyutaro slosh into you over and over again making the passenger seat creak. Your insides tightened, your abdomen tensed and you felt your clit get wet and throb more and more until a delicious sensation took over your entire pussy and caused a full stream to come out of you, wetting your ass, Gyutaro's clothes and everything. seat.

At first you thought you had peed and imagining that killed you with shame but then you noticed that the smell was not the same. Plus, you had just gone to pee when you got out of the car before heading to the grocery store. Seconds later Gyutaro had his second orgasm and finished dirtying the couch beneath you with his seed dripping out of the two of you until little by little his thrusts stopped and he pulled out of you to help put you back together.

You were very happy! You had proven that Gyutaro was the perfect man, he had just made you have the strongest squirt you had ever had. You had never had one this big even when trying new things inside your room so this meant a lot to you. The fact that he knew how to do exactly what you liked and that he treated your body as you expected and even better made you fall more and more in love with him. The seat was a mess, it was completely soaked and sticky, stained white and had a strange smell that made you blush. Your body ached and with Gyutaro's help you settled back into the driver's seat to wipe yourself with the paper you kept in the glove compartment and give some to Gyutaro for himself.

You both got dressed and you turned on the air conditioning as well as the strawberry-scented car air freshener and started the car when your legs fully recovered.

"Is your mother at home or should you go back to take care of Ume?" You asked, touching up your lipgloss.

"She's at home, actually, she must have already gotten home from work."

"Ok, then we will sleep in my apartment my love." Gyutaro smiled with amusement.

"I can't wait to rip your clothes off again." Gyutaro said, placing his hand between your legs. "I'm gonna make that little cunt splatter on me again and again all night."

[daenysx]

begging for a crumb of robb stark content 🧎

haha i've been waiting for this!! <3333

here are some headcanons for modern!robb stark;

you're the first person he talks to every morning and the last person every night

if he can't call he'll definitely text you, no matter what happens he never wants you to be worried

his favorite mornings include having you in his bed

he wakes up an hour earlier than he has to, to see you in his arms and love you right during the first hours of the day

he learned how you like your breakfast and how you take your coffee on your first date.

he likes taking his time during breakfast, he likes sitting you on the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in your hand as he prepares breakfast

modern!robb is MAD for seeing you in his clothes

especially his old college football team t-shirts

and his huge hoodies

he works in their family company with jon

he likes having fun with jon so much in the office, it makes him feel less stressed and more into his job

he's always respectful for everyone who works in the office

but when things don't go the way he wants, he gets nervous

he doesn't like talking about the problem first, he tries to handle things by himself if he can

modern!robb is the type of guy who likes finishing everything off before he leaves the work, he doesn't like seeing unfinished things on his table when he comes back in the morning

no matter how busy he is with work, he'll definitely make time for you

coffee dates, lunch dates, dinner dates, late night drives

you like staying over in his apartment the most

it's so comfy, robb made room for your clothes in his wardrobe and emptied a huge drawer for your skin care essentials in the bathroom

he uses the shampoo and the shower gel you picked for him

he doesn't like using blankets, claiming he's a stark and he never gets cold, but he has a huge fluffy blanket for you in his living room

modern!robb is the definition of big brother, with jon

always looks out for his younger siblings

he likes making fun of sansa's boyfriends to make her smile but if one of them ever upsets his baby sister he'll make them regret

catelyn stark is so proud of his boy

modern!robb has been the perfect son since he was a child, it puts a lot of pressure on him and he still can get afraid sometimes

but he knows how to handle problems better now

(ned stark supports his boys so much and he's really proud even though he likes to keep his emotions subtle)

modern!robb is a deep sleeper

he's the softest when he's asleep

it's hard to wake him up but he can definitely sense when you move too much or leave the bed

he seeks for you in his sleep

he doesn't like too many layers between you, so he sleeps with his chest bare no matter how hot or cold it is

modern!robb likes it very much when you ask for his opinion on something about your make up

he likes picking up the color of your lipstick and kissing your lips after you applied, to annoy you

he likes holding hands under the dinner table

and keeping his hand on your thigh when he drives

he likes when you read him your favorite bits of a book in the quiet moments of midnight

if you're gonna watch a movie, you're the one who picks it, robb will probably fall asleep halfway

he LOVES feeling your fingertips on his scalp

he also loves how you're so good at finding the sore muscles of his back without much effort

he likes every type of kiss because you're the one giving them but

neck kisses!

he likes neck kisses so so so much

and whispers against his ear

kissing the soft skin below his ear as you tell him you love him

he fell first and he fell harder

he feels so lucky to be with you and he makes sure you know how much he cares about your relationship every day

i mean, i don't know how many times i can say that but robb stark is the perfect guy and he literally deserves the world

[skrittkicking]

charr body types for practice, rambling nonsense under the cut

ive been trying to get better at drawing more varied body types for a while now and i think ive still got a long way to go but im getting there. fat and muscle definition werent something i bothered to learn for a long time because all i wanted to draw was twinks and dragons ... but in the last year or so ive really been pushing myself to do better. i think learning to draw different body shapes is really important and improves your overall anatomy skill by a mile, its also just really fun for me to think about how fat is distributed across the body and affected by gravity and all that stuff. bodies in general are my favorite thing to draw and what i spend the most time sketching

ok enough word vomit lets talk about my ocs

iovitus is supposed to be built more like an athlete, but im not sure i got that across very well. they're still skinny and comparatively twinky next to their fellow cats, but still strong and in good shape. after they left the legions they didnt really bother that much with the upkeep of their figure, but since theyre focusing more on mercenary work again they've been better about it

most of iovitus' muscle is in their shoulder & back, as their weapons of choice -- longbow and throwing axes -- require a lot of strength in that area. theyre very triangular shaped & top-heavy, with a broad chest & shoulders, thin waist and narrow hips. skipped leg day :/

nero is supposed to have sort of a dad-bod type of build. i changed a bit about his design as ive been tinkering around with his lore recently. she was always supposed to have some tummy to her, but i dont think i drew it very well in the past. i think a dad bod is very fitting because she is one after all

i also wanted to make her blind eye more obvious because i kept forgetting about it whenever i drew her so umm sorry babe. still need to come up with an explanation as to why it happened! was considering having him just born with it for a while, but i love scars and scary traumatic events so... sorry nero

in spite of the good layer of fat he's got on his body though, nero is very strong and muscular underneath it all. his warband doesnt do a lot of combat stuff anymore but he's still working most of the time and takes good care of himself. juicy thighs btw

ruckus... i dont have much to say about. i love you babygirl

she's so much taller than everyone else.... its difficult to notice in the line-up as they are, but i wanted to see so i lined them up in front of one another and. well. ->

look at her. and iovitus. why are you so small??

finally, lia! she's still small in comparison to most other blood legion charr, but she makes up for it in her strength. or, well, she might've in her younger years; at her current age she's definitely lost a lot of that muscle definition just by the nature of aging

thats not to say she's weak, though. she can and will definitely fuck you up if you try her

her burned arm is her main weak point. it was burned severely enough where the muscle and nerves were permanently damaged, resulting in a lot of stiffness, uncomfortability, and chronic pain. the movement in that arm is limited and she has to guard it closely if she's ever in a scuffle

i think in general a lot of muscle definition for charr is lost just cause they have fur to cover it up, evident by the fact you cant really see a lot of it on the in-game models. or at least thats my excuse for not knowing how to define muscle with lineart

[n7punk]

She-ra Cast Q&A (July 23rd 2024 via Streamily)

Yeah we knew I was going to do this, sorry I'm late but I was driving when it started. Quick summary of the questions and answers, not exact quotes so if you have more questions about something, watch the VOD. Shouldn't be hard to find since these are listed in chronological order.

Guide:

Q: Not-so-average-fangirl (host)

ND: ND Stevenson (showrunner/writer)

A: Aimee Carrero (Adora VA)

AJ: AJ Michalka (Catra VA)

K: Karen Fukuhara (Glimmer VA)

ND was sick for the stream so take his answers with even more grains of salt than usual (I love you Nate but I also know when you're joking and it's often).

Right off the bat, no major announcements except ND teasing he has a passion project book coming out next year with other things in the works.

Q: What influenced your changes to the original SPOP characters (for ND)?

ND: Fell down a lot of rabbitholes on fansites and such, conclusion was it was the gayest show he had ever seen. "This is so gay, I have to make this gay, it wouldn't be true to the original if it wasn't gay." Wanted to bring in a new take and a new world.

Q: How did it feel playing Adora in the first few episodes versus the last few (for Aimee)?

A: In the first few episodes she always feels like she's seconds from being hired (own anxiety, recording environment was very comfortable). Fell in love with the character and the story, ending was really bittersweet to not have last forever.

Q: Since Catra is your first "villain" role, is there anything you learned that you would use in future villain roles (for AJ)?

AJ: Voice placement (villains talk lower, more raspy trying to seem more intimidating). Pulling anger or hurt into her body when going into a session otherwise relaxed. Would workout beforehand or clench her muscles to help introduce to stress to her voice.

Q: Was there something from your previous serious roles you pulled in for Glimmer (for Karen)?

K: Liked that Glimmer was a lighter/fun role, her voice sat well for her. Previous roles might have helped for when she was going through her identity crises.

Q: If you could hangout with your character for one day, what would you do?

ND (Spinnerella): Girls day, coffee, sailing (wind for the boat), she's the most normal person on the show so easy to talk (A/N: THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT ND VOICED SPINNERELLA??).

A (Adora): Thinks Adora wouldn't like her (she's cool even if Aimee didn't play her cool). Interests don't align, maybe finding something more atheltic and crafty. (Q suggestion: A could bake and Adora could eat - Aimee loves.) Could have Adora build her something.

K (Glimmer): Would love to explore the kingdom with her, hang out with her and Bow now/a few years down the line.

AJ (Catra): Take her to Disneyland. Would be intimidated by Catra but it would be a nice icebreaker. Rides, junkfood, meeting princesses (Catra would pretend she didn't like it but actually enjoy it).

Also, the first of many mentions of the cast wanting to do a She-ra movie, ND said "already working" on a script but in a joking way, clearly not an announcement and just something he wants to do.

Q: Which scene got you the most emotional while writing/recording?

ND: Finale. Culmination of all the characters' arcs but also the crew's arc. Knew it was the last time they would be doing many things. Co-worker asked if the characters had said that they love each other, ND searched scripts and realized they hadn't, so incorporated the pitch into the finale. It was the crew's way of saying it to each other as well.

A: Emotional often while recording. (First of many pitches for Aimee wanting to be in everything Nate writes because his writing is so amazing). No stars in the sky, Angella staying behind convo in the portal, the finale.

AJ: "I love you, I always have" (will come up again later). Also when Shadow Weaver dies, she was so hard on Catra but she's still the closest thing to a mother figure she has.

K: Angella's death and when Glimmer admitted her mistake to Bow and Adora later on. (Also Karen cried watching AJ's confession scene).

Q: What do you think Catradora's space roadtrip experience would be if they took a trip to Earthe (for ND)?

ND: (This answer is all jokes) Wearing a dad hat, Catra gets in fights. Also Disneyland.

A: Bermuda shorts and sandals situation for Adora, no SPF and sunburned. Intense dad energy on a roadtrip. Interrogating about Dorito shells at Taco Bell without knowing what a shell or Dorito is.

AJ: Catra deciding to crash a movie premeire in Hollywood without even really knowing what a movie premiere is.

K: Go to all the food spots in LA.

A: Adora going through the drive-thru over and over ordering different numbers on Swift Wind.

Q: Did you apply any techniques you learned from voice acting into singing (for AJ)?

AJ: Singing since a little kid, feels like she's solid there, but voice acting requires a lot of front voice and stamina.

Q: If you could write a spin-off series for a side character who would it be?

ND: Double Trouble (shapeshifter bias). So many parties to crash, nobles to impersonate. Spy drama. Every persona they've ever had gets their own little spin-off.

Q: If you were in Etheria for 24 hours what would you do?

Okay AJ accidentally said she'd ride Shadow Weaver and then everybody functionally died when she was asked if she meant Swift Wind. I just have to mention that.

AJ: Ride Swift Wind first because Catra has never been on a horse and AJ is a horse girl.

(ND and AJ both said Catra would love it).

A: Wants to explore Glimmer's room and play dress-up.

K: Get ready for the prom together in Glimmer's room.

ND: Explore the First Ones' ruins and press all the buttons. Act like an urban explorer and then get killed by spiders.

Q: If Adam had been in the show, how would you have approached his character (for ND)?

ND: Would have changed everything in the show because there's somebody she would have a sibling bond with and be looking for her family. Sees this version of Adora as an alternate reality, but if they were both together, would be chaos twins. Push all the buttons, etc.

Q: During White Out, what would Floppy Adora and Catra's interaction have looked like?

A: The world's worst drunk voicemail you've left for an ex, so cringey you can't even write it (A/N: she's so real for this). Profess her love but then barely speak real words.

AJ: The night would end in laughter, and then tears, and then laughter, etc. Glad it didn't happen because it would happen too early.

ND: Show would have been over at that point because of what she said.

Q: If Glimmer was only limited to three places on our Earth, what spots would she choose and why (for Karen)?

K: Japan (to visit grandma), NYC (Karen might move there, she's going to try to see Aimee there next week), Turkey (to go in a hot air balloon. (A/N my interpretation was the 'she' was supposed to be Glimmer but Karen interpreted it to mean her and the host seemed to agree).

Q: Would AJ and Aimee ever consider doing a duet together?

(AJ made this :D face immediately)

A: I would be so nervous to sing in front of AJ I couldn't even speak.

AJ: Aimee has a beautiful voice and would love to duet with her. They're friends, no need to be nervous.

A: Would still need a little liquid courage, was thrilled to be in the "Blue Dress" music video for Aly & AJ.

AJ: Wants to do a three-way duet with Catra, Adora, and Glimmer.

Q: Of all the scenes that got cut, what are the ones you most wish you'd gotten to include? (A/N: Tippen you made it!)

ND: Nothing made it to animation, maybe boards at most. Couldn't think of anything, but prank they pulled by replacing the final line in the finale after the camera pans up from the Best Friends Squad group hug with "Did we ever find out what Grayskull is?". Showed it to their exec as a prank and got super attached to it but couldn't keep it. (A/N: ND posted a video of this on Twitter awhile back, see it here. Thanks tempusername24!)

Q: What are character interactions you'd like to see that you didn't get to do?

Karen (AJ same): Catra getting to be friends with Bow and Glimmer, Catra and Glimmer explore the world together.

AJ: Catra would love to teleport once she's used to it, loves Glimmer grabbing her and going somewhere spontaneously.

ND: Bow and He-man.

Glimmer is based on Nate's first DND character who misused Misty Step a lot!

Q: What was your reaction to the glimbow confession (for Karen)?

K: Super surprised, none of them knew glimbow/catradora/etc were going to be a thing, suspected and shipped it, but was super excited.

N (adding): Karen asked him when reading the script if she should read it romantically or not.

Q: What was your reaction to the new She-ra transformation in S5 (for Aimee)?

A: Thought she was hot already, loved the redesign/glow-up, the jawline, still love it now.

Q: Has anything from the show affected/inspired your music (for AJ?)

AJ: (Never thought of it before) There are times she feels she's in the shadow of her sister but playing Catra gave her a newfound confidence in herself as a performer.

Karen had to leave at this point, but the girls want the next signing August 17th to be a pajama party if they can swing it. (Also if you had any doubts this stream was geared towards the adult fans, Karen promoted her show The Boys when prompted before leaving).

Q: What was the hardest part about writing Adora (for ND?)

ND: Keeping the balance of the friendship and tension for all the characters. People thinking Catra might be too far gone to be redeemed and executing her "apology tour".

Q: As creatives, how do you process the heavy feelings when a project comes to a close?

A: Every project has a depression period afterwards, the "post show blues" (A/N: girl I know what you mean). Keeping up with the other people on the show is all you can do.

AJ: Second, there's nothing you can do but maintain those friendships and hope for another installment/reboot down the road.

ND: Everything for 5 years for him was She-ra, even when sleeping. Jarring when it was over. Really hard, tried to make peace with moving forward to something new and passing on the baton.

Q: What is your favorite line from a character you've voiced (for Aimee)?

A: Hard for her to remember quotes, was reminded of the line "You're worth more than what you can give to other people" (A/N: not a line from Adora but a good line regardless).

AJ: "I love you, I always have" because it's Catra being honest and throwing it out hoping for Adora to catch it.

ND: Playing Netossa/Spinnerella fight with nephew at his request, ND was playing Netossa because he didn't know ND voiced her, ND did the possessed Horde Prime line from Spinnerella and he screamed and hid in a closet. Unlocked the concept of voice actors for him and not he loves quizzing ND on it.

Q: What do you envision for Catradora's post-canon space adventures (also did Adora change clothes).

(All the clothes answers were jokes but sleeveless tops and a perm for Adora and a fanny pack for Catra so she can carry sunscreen for Adora).

A: Like that they've aged, that they'll find joy in the more mundane aspects of life and they may not be worthy of a movie but she likes that little moments that make up a life for them.

AJ: Same. Enjoying life as friends and lovers.

ND: They deck out the ship (airbrush a wizard on the side, shag carpet and mood lighting, the joke answers aren't done lmao). Fun field trip, being touristy, extremely low stakes shenanigans and then going on missions. Would collect tons of souvenirs as they travel from planet-to-planet.

What are you working on / What did She-ra mean to you?

AJ: On sabbatical except for writing music. Grateful for Catra and the depth of writing on the show.

A: Filming Our Friends and Neighbors. Same as AJ, also going to pester ND to play more characters for him.

ND: (got teary) She-ra transformed entire life, so grateful for everything the viewers invested into it. Book coming out next year that is a long-time passion project but not announced yet, other various things he can't mention right now.

Aimee joked with Nate that he needs to get back to work to get them all into the Academy Awards when talking about Nimona's nomination.

Upcoming signings:

Karen, AJ, and Aimee are on August 17th via Instagram (A/N: originally they said a different date for Karen and reports have varied from fansites but these are the upcoming events listed on the She-ra Streamily collection as of 24/07). ND has a TBD date pending as well.

[neetily]

i also do NOT want to pressure you in any sense, but when you are open to requests, i have one for you! (again, PLEASE take your time and if u don’t want to write, that’s okay too!) but i was wondering if you could do a yandere/stalker sam x afab!reafer? but the reader falls into the trap of it and stuff?

love you sm 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

— ✧ warnings: yandere, stockholm syndrome, blowjob, throatpie, dirty talk, captivity, deepthroating, face fucking, dubcon — ✧ word count: 1,930 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: mm... yandere sam... i find him difficult to characterise, just because he's so opposite of the trope in canon haha... but because of that, i thought it'd be fun to approach him as a more threatening/controlling type? not sure if it's what you were after, but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

Racing through the hallway as if he were personally wounded, scampering like a scared little lamb on the cusp of losing their mother, the front door slams shut behind him in such a rush that it still rattles in his ears despite being far from it now. Perked up and curious, scanning the house just as much as his eyes as he is with his ears, listening, stalking, running as fast as humanly possible towards your spot. Where you always are, waiting so patiently for him. Tucked away out of reach from all those nasty prying eyes he's done so well at keeping away, hidden from their dirty hands and plentiful questions. And most importantly— where you're safe.

That is, providing he locks the front fucking door like he always does— which he didn't, fucking idiot. God, he can imagine just how eager you must be to escape his hold, right? He hasn't exactly been the kindest to you of the months, has he? Even if everything he's ever done has been solely for you, to protect you, to keep you nice and secure for the rest of your life because he loves you all too much; sometimes love can look like locks and keys, don't you think?

But as the squeaks of his sneakers match the hard thump of his scared little racing heart, all he can envision is that cosy bedroom he's got you chained up in, now empty. Void of any of the light and love your fluttering lashes bring— he never could work out if they were borne out of affection, or fear. But he loves them all the same. Because it's you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" He babbles to himself as he rounds a corner and comes face to face with your door, chewing on his bottom lip out of sheer frustration and utter desperation; such a stupid fucking mistake for him to make, allowing you such easy access to the big bad scary world just like that when he's meant to be protecting you; it's only natural you'd grow curious, he knows, but he can't stop the pain of betrayal from already choking his tight chest. Life— it just wouldn't be the same, wouldn't be fucking worth it if you managed to escape his clutches, y'know? Just the thought alone is enough to leave his lips wobbly, barely allowing himself a breather by your door before he's swinging it open with a closed fist, frantically searching the immediate area that greets him and—

Oh, you sweet little thing... "Baby..." He coos, immediately switching personas the moment his eyes meet your own wide ones. Voice all soft and gentle and relieved, surprisingly so with the way you peer up at him so expectantly like that. The sweet little pout you wear when greeting him back is an immediate balm to his racing mind too, encouraging his muscles to relax just a little now that he has you in his sights once again, still yet chained to the wall, pretty, as he likes to remind you. At your prettiest when sitting pliantly down on the bedroom floor for him, so often at his feet, aren't you? "You— fuck, look at'cha," He inches closer with his words, steps careful now as opposed to his fast feet just moments earlier. Part of him still doesn't quite believe it, that you'd choose to remain where he last set you. But more than that, he's happy. Happy to see that your training is finally paying off. Big wide smile tugging at his lips, surely flashing his pointed canines at your dolly expression. "Y'didn't even try t'escape, did ya?"

Complete and utter admiration laces his tone, drips down his throat with thick swallows and extends all the way to his outstretched fingertips as he tilts your chin up at him upon reaching your side. He needn't worry at all, does he? All that hard work, months spent enduring your bratty attacks, reinforcing his training in spite of your bites and barks back at him. It was all worth it, just to see your meek submission quite literally under his thumb as you lean your face deeper against his open palm.

"Told me to stay..." You let out a dulcet sigh, as if whispering for him to draw closer. "So I stayed."

Got himself his very own little stockholm syndrome cutie, fuck. Ain't that just the sweetest thing ever? The way you cling on to his every word, batting those pretty eyelashes up at him when he tuts down at you lovingly. Makes his cock all twitchy and wet, holding a moan back with a bite of his bottom lip.

"Such a good girl, aint'cha?"

The trigger word, the highest praise he can offer you, scarcely handed out. And look at you fucking grovel immediately following, wagging that metaphorical tail happily behind your back as he barely strokes his thumb against your cheek, perching himself at the edge of your shared bed in sheer emotional exhaustion.

Half expecting you to disappear the moment his hand leaves your face, he carefully guides you to his knees. Keeps you there for a moment or two so as to offer you the admiration you rightfully deserve after such an impressive show of devotion. Of the love you hold for him, remaining right where he left you like some kind of fucked up play thing, his perfect little toy.

And isn't that love? The kind he's helped shape you into, molded it into your very being.

"And what do good girls get?" He quizzes you, raising an eyebrow at the way you balk and pause, faux thought, dumb little girl. You've shown him enough tonight already to let him know that you know the answer. But games are fun too, he likes playing with you.

Regardless of your show, he starts to unbuckle his belt anyway. Slinging it off in one swift motion, not missing the way your gaze grows hazy, or how your tongue pokes out just a little when he tugs his pants and underwear off for you too.

He'll never grow tired of the way you salivate for his cock like that, big doe eyes begging him for permission, settled so sweetly between his thighs. You can't rightly expect him to ever let go of you now, right? It's a nice contrast to how you used to act for him, how you'd turn your nose up at the mere glimpse of his erection, avoiding giving it a cute little kiss for as long as possible, until he'd inevitably smear his precum coated tip against your lips just like how he does so right now— except now, you eagerly accept his slick, right? Kitten licking it all up for him, accepting his show of thanks so cutely it's almost unfair to watch. But he is thankful, for the fact that you so patiently allowed him to show you what's good for you, for the fact that you're returning his affections without fighting back, for the fact that you simply waited for him to return because he told you to.

And given that you still haven't answered his obvious question, too busy with making sure to clean his cock off with your tongue, he hisses the answer down at you.

"That's it, atta girl— fuck. Good girls get some cock, ain't that right?"

With your mouth too full to properly answer, he still appreciates the muffled mmph! you offer him before he shoves a little more of his length between your tight lips, revelling in the way you seem to just melt before him. Drooling all over his leaking tip, pressing those tight lipped sucks right where he likes em. And he'd be a fool not to indulge in your obedience, right? To give you a reward for a job well done, God, he still can't quite believe that you just fucking sat there like he'd asked.

Obsessed with the way you let him fish hook the corner of your mouth, prying it open for him to further slide his cock down your tight little throat until he's aaaaaall the way inside and his balls rest nicely against your chin.

But not for long.

See, his love for you is a bit too much at times. Courses through him, turning his muscles all tight and taut, his teeth clenching and grinding together in utter frustration for how much he loves you. Like he can never get enough, and he knows that to be true when he feels your tongue squirm against the underside of his fully sheathed cock and he can't fucking stand not fucking your face right that very second. Driven by instinct alone, a need buried deep within him to make his mark on you—insides included—so that you know inside and out who you belong to. Who looks after you, takes care of you, loves you.

Even when you're making those awful choking sounds, half gasps and half moans, struggling to take his immediately brutal pace as his gentle touch turns harsh and you're forced into letting him hump your tongue with rushed snap thrusts; similar to when he had thought you'd left him, right? So frantic with his love, needlessly grasping and tugging on your jaw, your neck, your cheeks. Standing up off the bed just enough for that little bit more leverage, to fully fuck his cock down your tight hole as a warning. Don't you ever even think about leaving, okay?

But how could you, when his grip shifts down to your neck and he holds you there tightly, bruisingly so, disallowing you room to move even an inch as he commands the room with swift fucks and hushed moans hidden behind fangs, huffing over your head as he shoves your nose towards his pelvis. Do you love him, even when he steals your air? Bet you can't formulate a single coherent thought right now, not with the way he actually chokes you. Moaning your name over and over again, an open mantra, croaking whines and babbling about just how much he loves you as if having you lay your tongue flat against him alone was what was getting him off, as opposed to the frantic thrusts he assaults your lips with.

"So good, shit— you're such a good girl, fuck me—"

And what do good girls get? That's right, a big fat load shot right down your too tight little hole, the feeling of your throat closing up around him every time his tip brushes against the back of it has him keening, rolling his hips deeper so as to make you deepthroat his rock hard cock, paired with the ever present fact that you waited in spite of such a clear escape— it's all too much for him. Has him folding over you, knees weak as he inevitably rocks his tip against that deep spot— oh, that one that makes you gargle on his seed, struggling to drink him as fast as he shoots, the feeling of your nails digging into his bare thighs only has him cumming some more baby. Making sure to milk himself thoroughly before even thinking about giving you some room to breathe, to make sure every last drop of his cum drips down your throat.

Pulling out, he's greeted to the sound of gasped coughs from your cum stained lips. A small fit, nothing to worry about. And because you're such a good girl, you don't even complain about it.

Ah, that just makes him want to go a round two, y'know?

[subskz]

making any of the members of 3racha go to the gym with butt plugs and make them do squats 😋 and just to be cruel, a vibrating one that you can control 💕also would be fun to make them wear leggings so whenever they squat down, you can see the outline of the plug hehe

this is already such a delicious idea in itself but the added bit abt making them wear leggings ♡_♡ the material hugging their thighs and ass (binnie and chan esp hehe) so tightly that you can see the plug vibrating inside them is so good

watching him fumble and struggle w the simplest of workouts would be so entertaining, esp if you turned up the setting of the vibrator as soon as he squats down and watched his shaky legs struggle to lift himself back up. it’d be extra fun if you verbally teased him to add a lil tinge of frustration to the embarrassment burning up inside his stomach, like asking him how he got so big and strong when he can barely manage a single squat, or asking why he’s not going for the heavier weights today~

channie would be flustered out of his mind, face and ears glowing so red that anyone who walks by would think he’s been pushing his body to the limit for hours. he lets out lots of breathless, nervous giggles and shoots lots of helpless glances your way, begging you to take pity on him bc you know he’s hopeless at masking his reactions, esp when it comes to keeping quiet. he already makes a lot of noise while working out, so the amount of huffing and groaning he’d be doing would be insane, definitely enough to get some weird looks which just makes his dick throb harder, much to his horror <3 he’d be so cute simultaneously trying to continue his workout while trying to hide the very obvious bulge in his pants w his veiny hands hovering awkwardly over it. poor baby is not equipped for this he definitely wouldn’t last very long, and by the time u get him home he just abt falls to his knees for you

the moment you turn the vibrator on, hannie is one step away from letting out the filtheist, most shameless moan he’s ever made in his life for the entire gym to hear. it thrills him to do smth risky like that in public bc he’s a lil bit of an exhibitionist, but at the same time he’s mortified over the thought of anyone catching him w a full hard on, leaking and twitching through his underwear like he’s seconds away from climaxing, which makes for a nice little show for you hehe. one second he’s whimpering for more, the next he’s holding his breath, puffing out his cheeks in a desperate attempt to shut himself up. his expressions would be to die for when he’s trying so hard to focus w his eyes wide as moons, glazed over w lust and his eyebrows scrunched up. any touch from you at all would probably be enough to make him cum in his pants right then and there. whether you take him home to fuck him properly or decide to overstimulate him in front of everyone is up to you

binnie feels a lil proud w you watching him at first, he can feel your stare practically boring holes into his ass, and every now and then he casts his eyes shyly up in the big mirror that takes up the wall to meet yours, and he nearly shudders bc he feels like he’s abt to be eaten up. you can see how hard his nipples are through his tight compression shirt too <3 he’d go crazy if you came up behind him, running your hands all over his body to “help w his form”, but it’s really just an excuse to feel up his muscles and make his sanity slip little by little. he’ll start to get a lil whiny, whispering out a panicked “more?” when you turn the setting even higher, but he still wants to do well for you and tries his best to keep squatting even his brain is starting to go haywire trying to do two things at once. all it takes is you pouting at him and saying you thought he could take it bc he’s your big strong boy, and he’s clenching his jaw, thighs trembling and whimpers building in his throat as he sinks back down. keep whispering praises to him and promising how good you’re gonna fuck him for each squat he completes, and he powers through for you like a good boy ♡