#has he been somehow removed from that moment by someone in the future

[erikiara80]

Can someone help me? I can’t see Will in this shot

He should be behind Lucas and Max and the other black boy and the girl with the red shirt. But after Mike and El kiss, it seems like he disappears. I see Mike and El, Dustin and Nancy, Max is still hugging Lucas, but where’s Will? Why does he keep disappearing? 

It’s interesting that in this season Joyce asks What happens when my boy is gone? and Owens doesn’t answer. We will definitely know what it means in S5

Here we still see Will

The girl

(edit) Will again in the gif below, and the black kid and the girl with the red shirt. I think she’s there because she’s easy to spot. 

But after this, poof. Gone. It’s strange. If we’re seeing different timelines in a time loop, it means that Will couldn’t go to the ball in one of them. What happened to him? And why did he disappear after Mike and El kiss and right before we see the Mind Flayer?

[getosbigballsack]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒑𝒆

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙... 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈: @venussyy and @legbouk.

𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆✰

𝑾𝑪: 9.7𝑲

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

It’s embarrassing, to say the least. But a part of you should have at least expected something like this from the man to whom you decided to give your whole heart and devote the rest of your life. 

He hated you. He loathed you. He told you that you’re useless. He told you that he regretted marrying a barren woman. So what sense does it make if you cry now? Crying won’t change a damn thing. Why are you wasting your tears on someone who cared little for your existence?

Oh! That’s right, the answer is simple, you loved him, and despite all that he had done to you, all the unforgiving nasty words he spouted to you daily. You loved him because he was all you had when you decided to leave your family in the States, just to have a fresh and new start in life. He took care of you and helped you complete your college degree in law all in exchange for being his beautiful wife who would bear him children in the near coming future. 

Yeah! You owed him that much. 

But sadly you weren’t able to give him all that he wanted from you. You were his wife yes, but a mother of his children? No, you failed to give him a child despite being pregnant by him a couple of times. Yeah, life just decided that it wanted to LIFE and took your kids away. 

No one could have prepared you for the multiple miscarriages that you had and even worse when you found out that you had fibroids (uterine myoma). You were devastated to know that the reason you were unable to have kids was that you had a tumor that had been growing inside of you. 

Life is just so funny at times. But anyway. Despite all of that being bad news, you were able to do surgery to have that fibroid removed and you were happy that you were able to have children again. But happy moments don’t always last forever. 

Ha! Life took its turn to be cruel to you and somehow you had to be diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. Yeah, what a fucking life you had. So now you had to get all your eggs removed and as a result of that, you were unable to have kids. 

We all know what happened after that right? You fell into depression, you felt as if you had nothing else to give because not only did you fail as a woman, you failed as a wife as well. And your husband made that statement pretty clear to you. 

Because once he found out that you weren’t going to be able to have kids, his attitude toward you changed. And instead of loving you, consoling you, and assuring you that what happened to you wasn’t your fault, he made it a daily mission to remind you that you were useless to him.

He made it his duty to remind you that you were a failure. 

He made it his goal to remind you that you only had one job to do to repay him for all he had done for you, and you failed. 

You failed him as a wife. 

You failed him as a woman. 

You failed to become the mother of his children. 

The children that you never had. Yeah, he blamed you for that too. He blamed you for all your miscarriages, he told you that you killed his kids. Such shame. You’re lucky he never served you with divorce papers. Wow!

As a result of this, he distanced himself from you and buried himself in work just to stay away from you. And despite how badly you were hurting, you still cared for this man. 

You still managed to play your part as his wife and smile throughout the pain just to show him that you still appreciated all that he had done for you. 

That’s all you can do, accept his cruelty and show your appreciation hoping that one day, things or life would be better for you. But instead of getting better, it got worse because now you had to sit in front of the television inside the new apartment complex you moved into a few months ago, watching something that will forever haunt you for the day to come. 

“Now for today’s hot topic. District Attorney Saijo Takeda was Caught having sex with a stripper inside xxx strip and it is said that he allegedly got this stripper pregnant. WOW! Who would have thought that the self-proclaimed family man who does something so scandalous and distaste behind his wife’s back? I feel so bad for Saijo Y/N.” 

Life just kept getting worse for you. 

… 

“How could you do this to me?” you screamed at your husband who was just sitting around the kitchen bar swirling the whiskey around in his cup. “You cheated on me and got a stripper pregnant?”

He scoffed, “So what if I did that hm? What if cheated and got another woman pregnant? How is that any of your business?” 

“It’s my business because I am your wife, Takeda. I’m your wife.” you cried. You could feel the slight sting in your chest, your heart aching and tearing up inside from all the regret and betrayal that you’re feeling. 

“Whatever,” he responded, not caring if your cheeks were flustered, eyes swelled from the number of tears you cried, and how much your lips trembled. He turned his back to you and continued to sip on his whiskey. 

You were in pain. “I know you hate me. But you didn’t need to do this to me. After all that I’ve been through. Losing all four of our kids and having to carry that burden on my own. I don’t deserve this.” 

“And whose fault is it?” your husband screamed, tossing the empty cup towards you and it shattered at your bare feet. “Who’s damn fault, is it? You killed all four of my unborn children with that useless body of yours.”

“I’m not useless,” you cried. “I’m not useless. I don’t deserve this. I tried my best.”

“Oh for fuck sake,” he chuckled as he stood up from around the kitchen island and walked towards you. “You useless fucking bitch. You tried your best my ass. You know, instead of complaining, you should be happy you know.”

“What?” 

“Yeah, you should be happy that I finally found someone capable enough to give me a child,” he said, smiling down at you. Your lips quivered as you stared up into his unremorseful eyes. “Unlike a certain someone.” 

“Don’t say that to me,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you spoke. “I don’t deserve to be treated like this Tak…”

“Shut up. It’s your fault I cheated and there’s no taking it back now hm?” He said before lifting his hand to pat your flustered cheek. “Now clean this up. Have dinner ready by the time I come back and while you’re at it, I suggest you read a couple of articles online on how to care for a pregnant woman. I have a baby on the way,” and with that said he left. 

He left you standing there with your thoughts and his final words. It was then you knew that your husband truly hated you. He cheated on and did not have one ounce of guilt in him. And then he dared to blame his infidelity on you and lastly, he told you that you were going to have to take care of that woman he got pregnant. 

You felt defeated and so small. You were done, life had finally won. It took everything that you had. 

“Why me?” you cried as you bent down to pick up the broken glasses from the floor. “I don’t deserve this.”

Meanwhile, 

Your neighbors who heard the entire argument sighed heavily as they walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. 

“Bastard,” The youngest of the pair mumbled as he sat on the sofa and ran his thick fingers through his long black mane. “Damning Bastard. How dare he cheat on his wife and then blame it all on her.” 

“He has no shame! He has a whole ass sex tape out in the public and he got a stripper pregnant. Shameless bastard.” The eldest one of the pair cursed as he took his place on the sofa as well. “I just want to slap the holy fuck out of him.”

“I want to cut his dick off and maybe pluck his eyes out because it seems as if he had no use for it.”

“Sugu?” 

“What, Satoru?” he asked. His friend gave him a knowing look and he sighed. “Whatever.”

“Do you think we should call her?” the eldest one asked. 

“No,” the youngest said while shaking his head. “Give her a bit of space. The last thing she needs right now is for her neighbors to see her like that. You know how Y/N is.” 

“You’re right. Well if she needs us she’ll call us right?” 

“Maybe,” Geto said. Just then he heard his phone ringing on the coffee table and when they both looked they saw your name flashing on the screen. “I guess she needs us then.” 

“Answer it!” Gojo said and Geto did. “Hello?”

“Suguru-Kun, can you and Satoru-kun come over, please? I need you.” 

…

Geto Suguru: 22 years of age. He’s quiet and a bit shy. Then there’s Gojo Satoru: 23 years of age. He’s a bit loud and he’s a great listener. 

You may be wondering what the relationship is between Gojo, Geto, and Y/N-chan. Well, there isn’t too much to say about how you met because the meeting wasn’t anything special. You just happened to run into them a week after you moved into your new apartment. You just happened to be struggling with the groceries that day and they just happened to be coming home from school to see you struggling to take the bags out of the trunk while your husband sat in the driver’s seat impatiently waiting for you to hurry up. 

They realized that you needed help and offered it to you. You took it and promised that you’d pay them back one day and eventually, you did.

You just happened to cook a meal for you and your husband that day, but instead of coming home, he told you that he had a business dinner and he wouldn’t be home until the morning. You remembered sighing heavily that day because you were feeling a bit sad and you honestly did not want to eat alone. So you invited them over to have dinner with you and let’s just say you three became extremely close. 

They’d come over to keep you company when your husband’s not home. They would offer to take you out to the supermarket to help with groceries on the weekend. They’d comfort you whenever you argued with your husband. They were just there when you needed someone to be there for you. And as the months past you three have gotten so close, you’ve kinda started to feel a bit needy whenever they were in your presence. But you didn’t think too much about it because you were married. Sure they were young, hot, and very much good looking, but you’re a whole married woman. 

You loved your husband despite him hating you. 

You didn’t want to betray him, even as your desires for them grew stronger for them. You loved your husband. But now, betraying him doesn’t seem like a bad idea. 

… 

After answering your call, Geto and Gojo rushed inside your flat to provide you with the comfort you required. You threw yourself into Geto's arms as soon as they entered your apartment, crying your heart out against his chest. Geto wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug before lifting you in his arms and walking to the sofa, with Gojo close behind. 

“I just can’t believe that he would do something like this to me,” you cried against Geto’s shoulder as he held your frail and worn-out body in his lap. “I… Can’t believe it. I tried my best Suguru-Kun. I’ve done nothing but be right by him. But no… my best is not enough. In his eyes, I’m nothing but a worthless woman and maybe I am.” 

“Don’t say that about yourself Y/N,” Gojo hushed in a soft tone as he edged closer to Geto and rested his hand on your back in an attempt to comfort you. 

“But he's right!,” you screamed against Geto’s shoulders. 

"And I'm telling you that he isn't," Gojo stated, moving his hand away from your back and pulling your head away from Geto's shoulder to look you in the eyes. "Your husband is a worthless piece of garbage. He cheated on you." 

They both watched as tears streamed down your puffy flushed cheeks and your lips quivered as you said, "But I'm the reason he cheated. He wouldn't have cheated on me if I could become pregnant."

“Y/N?” 

"He cheated on me because I murdered our children. I killed our babies," you squealed, collapsing onto Geto's shoulders. "He's right! With this useless body of mine, I killed all four of our unborn children. If I could only..." 

“Enough!” Geto eventually said something. He hadn't said anything since you pushed yourself into his arms. He believed it would be best to remain silent while you sobbed, but he couldn't stand hearing you talk so badly of yourself any longer. He'd had enough of it. “What a fucking dickward!” he cursed. 

“Bastard!,” Gojo mumbled. 

"For someone smart, he's much dumber than I think. Allow me to tell you something. It is not your fault if you lost your children. It's not your fault you can't have children anymore," Geto murmured, pulling you away from his shoulders. “You didn’t ask for any of that did you? Instead of blaming you for all your miscarriages Y/N, he should be thankful that his wife survived cancer." 

Oh, yeah they knew about this. You've told them about it.

"Exactly! So what if you're not able to have children anymore? It doesn't make you any less of a woman," Gojo butted in. "Besides, if he wanted a child so badly, I'm pretty sure they're plenty of adoption centers here. And if it is that he wanted to have a blood-related child then maybe he could have had a conversation with you about getting a surrogate instead of going behind your back and getting another woman pregnant." 

"He's an ass Y/N and clearly he doesn't understand that what he's doing to you is cruel. I agree with you, you've done your best and your best is enough," Geto said smiling before using his thumb to wipe the tear away from your cheek. 

"But it's not enough for him," you whispered. 

"And who fucking cares?" Gojo asked. "All that matters is that you've done your best. It might not be enough for him but it is for us and for anyone who saw that you tried your best. Four times is enough and I'm here to tell you that you did a good job trying."

Somehow you managed to crack a smile. 

"You're beautiful Y/N. Your husband doesn't even know how lucky he is to score a beautiful woman like you," Geto whispered as he pulled you into a tight hug. "He doesn't deserve you."

"Agreed!" Gojo whispered. You both sat down in silence for a while until Gojo spoke up. "You should divorce him. You don't need trash like him in your life anyway. You deserve someone who has nothing but sweet words to whisper in your ear." 

"You deserve someone who will hold you in their arms," Geto chimed in. "You deserve a man who'd respect you and treat you with nothing but kindness." 

"You don't need a man who dares to embarrass you like that. The bastard has no fucking shame. He has a whole sex tape and got a woman pregnant. Divorce that shameless bastard."

"You deserve to be treated like a queen. Satoru is right, you should divorce." 

It's true, you knew that that was the best option, but you knew who your husband was. 

"If only getting a divorce was that easy," you said in a soft tone. "My husband is the one who took care of me all these years. I don't have money to get an attorney for a divorce." 

Gojo and Geto sighed heavily before exchanging glances. 

"Besides, even if I had money to get a divorce it probably wouldn't be in my favour. Please remember that my husband's pretty famous and even though he's trash I'm pretty sure his attorney would back him up to the very end. He would win the case and I would lose everything," you said, sighing heavily as you laid your head against Geto's chest. "I just wish my life were easy." 

There was a long moment of silence; both Geto and Gojo were deep in their thoughts just thinking about what you just said about your husband and getting a divorce. They knew that getting a divorce won't be easy. 

Getting a lawyer to help you file a complaint against your husband will be simple for Gojo, but he also understood that what you claimed was accurate. Even yet, your husband would find a way to triumph. If only everything were that simple. I wish it were that. 

"Wait Y/N, I think I know how I can help you with your divorce," Gojo said as a smile slowly crept up on his face. 

"Really?" You asked. 

"Yeah. You may not like the idea but it's probably our best shot. And it'll be fun for you, Sugu, and myself," Gojo explained before turning to look at Geto once again. 

"I wanna hear it then." 

"Let's make a sex tape." 

… 

A sex tape of your own. That was Gojo's idea. You were a bit upset that he suggested that created a sex tape to get back at your husband. You didn't want to follow in his footsteps, but when Gojo sat down and explained himself to you, you started to figure out why making that tape made sense to him. He even went as far as to explain that if you went along with the sex tape, he’d take care of everything that happens after he passed the tape on to your husband.

Plus he admits that he wanted to be with you for a while. He told you that he always wanted to have sex with you, especially when you accidentally told both of them that your husband hadn't had sex with you in a while. 

Geto also admits that he too wanted to be inside of you, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to make that move because we'll you're married. 

You were shocked, to say the least, but you weren't that much better than them. You too had desires to be with them. 

Anyways, you still didn't like the idea of sex, but after thinking it through… you agreed to it and that's how you ended up here naked on your bed with a camera filming you three having the most amazing sex ever. 

Present Timeline. 

Their hands felt hot and warm against your skin. Calloused hands roughly groping your breast and your butt; their lips hungrily biting and sucking against your skin while just laying there with lips slightly parted and your eyes staring dead at the camera.

You allowed a soft moan to escape your lips when Gojo bit onto your perky nipple - his warm and wet tongue licking around your areola while his finger slowly crept down and rested above your pussy. 

“Shit,” you whispered, your head turning slightly to see Geto smiling at you while he slowly untied the string of his sweatpants. 

“What are you looking at?” he asked as he slowly pulled down the waist of his sweats and underpants to free his aching cock. He watched as your eyes slowly averted their gaze from his eyes and to his cock. “Hm?”

“She’s excited Su!” Gojo said before pulling away from your nipple and slowly kissing his way up to your lips. “She hadn’t gotten any dick in months. You must be excited not to be only getting one but two. Isn’t that right, pretty mama?” 

You bit your lips and batted your eyes at him before shaking your head yes. He chuckled and teased your lips with light kisses that were driving you mad. “Satoru-Kun, please kiss me,” you begged. 

You could feel his hot breath on your lips as he laughed at you for begging him to kiss you. But you're adorable, and adorable females deserve to be adored. With that said, his lips fell on yours, kissing you slowly and passionately. His lips slid between yours as if they were intended for each other, slowly sucking out every last breath you had until you were left with none. 

His kisses were so intense that it felt as though he wanted you and him to be closer, sharing a single breath and drifting away into everlasting bliss. Your cheeks began to feel a bit heated as his tongue slipped between your lips to caress your tongue with his. Fuck! That felt fantastic, you thought as you drew away from his lips, tilted your head in another direction, and swiftly latched your lips on his again, allowing his tongue to brush the inside of your mouth in a delectable and thrilling manner. 

“Mhm… I’m getting jealous,” Geto whispered into your ears. You didn’t even feel him switch from his seated position until his fingers were under your chin, slowly pulling your lips away from Gojo's lips and then turning your head towards his. “I want to kiss your sexy lips too,” he whispered before roughly capturing your lips. Unlike Gojo, it felt as if Geto wanted to own your lips and claim them in every way possible. 

With your mouth open, his tongue slipped into your mouth; his tongue hungrily exploring what you had to offer him. Your hand flew up to grip his long, silky-smooth black hair between your fingers to keep him pressed against your lips. Your tongues sparred back and forth like wrestlers, but he was quick to dominate you, overpower you with his rough, yet passionate kiss. 

Your body felt hot all over and God, you loved that feeling. On the other hand, as you continued to kiss Geto, Gojo busied his lips on your body. His mouth leaves butterfly kisses on your neck, your chest, around your breast, then slowly moving down to your tummy until his mouth was directly on your pussy. 

“Fuck it,” he said as he grabbed your legs spread them apart, and went to lay between them. He then tossed both legs over his shoulders and licked his lips while he lined his face up with your cunt. “You gotta keep that pretty mouth of hers full while I eat her out Su!” 

“Don’t worry about that,” Geto said in between kissing your lips. “Just do what you do best.” Gojo chuckled a bit while he kissed both your thighs before his tongue laid flat on your clit, moaning out loud from how good your pussy tasted. “Taste good Toru?” 

“So fucking good,” he mumbled against your cunt. Gojo’s tongue swiftly licked your cunt, as he wrapped his arms around your legs to keep you steady as he prepared himself to feast upon you, the woman he had his eyes on for a while. “Too bad her husband won’t get to taste you anymore hm?”

“Once he sees how much of a good girl you are for us, he’ll probably have to ask us to fuck you again,” Geto whispered as he pulled away from your lips, trail kisses down your neck, and onto your breast to suck on your pretty boobs. 

Meanwhile, Gojo's tongue dragged between your folds, collecting your secretions on his tongue as he moved his tongue fast on your cunt before grasping your clit in his mouth. "Mh mm feel so good," you cried as your hand reached out to play with Gojo's hair, and he hummed in response to your compliment.  

The sound of Gojo eating your pussy was so lewd, but you couldn't help but listen as his tongue gilded against your moist cunt, or as his mouth sucked on your sensitive clit that was beginning to swell in his mouth. He sounded like a hungry man who was eager to feast on you. 

You tried to ride your pussy on his face, but the grips he had on your thighs kept you in place as his mouth and tongue mapped out your pussy, memorising your sweet folds and engraving it within his memory. 

“Looks like you're having too much fun with Toru, sweety,” Geto whispered in your ear before grabbing your chin with his rough hand and turning your face towards him. “I wanna have some fun too.” 

“What… Do you want… ugh me to do?” you moaned out at the feeling of Gojo’s wicked tongue finding itself buried deeply inside your hole. 

“Open your mouth,” is all Geto said before sitting up on his knees, grabbing his dick, and giving it a few pumps before pressing the angry red leaking tip on your lips. “Open up and suck it for me, like the good girl we know you are.” 

Who are you to disobey him? After all these past few moments he treated you better than your husband ever did. So this is the least you could do for him. So you opened up your mouth for him and allowed him to thrust his thick heavy cock inside your hot little mouth. 

“Fuck, Geto hissed and tossed his back; his hand finding purchase at the back of your head to keep you steady while he gently rocked his hip to move his cock in and out of your mouth. “Yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” 

Gojo's lips quickly detached from your cunt, but his fingers took their place, plunging deeply inside your cunt to keep that sensation he built up with his mouth going. “I wanna fucking see this,” Gojo said, a smirk dancing on his lips as he stared at your pretty mouth stretching so beautifully around Geto’s dick. “As sweet as your pussy is, I wanna see you choke on a big fucking dick.”

You hummed around his cock as he continued to thrust his hips in and out of your mouth, watching as your throat slowly expanded to take as much of his cock as possible. He was fucking huge, and your jaw started to ache from how much he was stretching your mouth open. You tried to pull away, but the grip he had in your hair kept you in place, Ain’t no freaking way, you were about to lift your head from his cock. 

“No… no, bad mama,” Gojo said before pulling out his finger to pinch your clit. “Be a good girl yeah, and let him use your throat,” then he thrust his finger back inside your cunt and began applying pressure to your freaking g-spot. 

Geto on the other hand was over to fucking moon, his head filling up with pleasure that he was receiving from your mouth. “So fucking beautiful. You sucking my cock so well.”

“Mhm,” you moaned around his length when you feel his cock stretching your mouth even impossibly wider. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head once more, and tears began to flow from them. His low groans and gentle moans told you how lost he was in pleasure as he used your lips to lubricate his cock. 

"Put your tongue out," he urged, removing his cock from your mouth. You opened your mouth for him blindly and put your tongue out. "Just like that," he murmured as he touched his cock on your mouth and saw saliva drip from the tip of your tongue. He rubbed his cock against your tongue before pushing your head forward and shoving his balls inside your mouth. 

You sucked long, forceful lips on his massive sack, muttering. Your tongue crept up carefully, licking the line between his balls. "Fuck, baby," he murmured as he pumped his cock and watched you suck on his balls beautifully.

“Your so beautiful mama,” Gojo whispered as he continued to soak in the sight in front of him as he continued to stretch you open with his fingers. His mouth watered, penis twitching beneath his underpants as he watched how your tongue worked itself on the underside of Geto’s cock. Giggling whenever he hears those gurgling choking sounds spewing from your mouth. “So fucking beautiful with Su’s cock stuffed inside your mouth. 

A choking gasp from your lips before you began to gag hard around Geto's cock as his hips sped to piston his cock deep into your throat. Each time he drew out and shoved back into your mouth, his thrust became rougher. He sighed as he looked down at you, seeing your iris roll to the back of your head. Only your sclera was visible to your eyes. 

His cock twitched violently inside your mouth, and he felt his ball tighten. He was almost there, but not quite there yet. Not until tonight, when they had you cumming from their cocks. So he quickly withdrew his cock out of your mouth and watched as saliva escaped from your mouth and formed a tiny puddle on his lap. 

Your eyes widened and you were desperately grasping for air at the feeling of Gojo’s fingers thrusting even faster than he was before. “Oh fuck… oh fuck,” you cried. 

"Gonna make you cum before I fuck you," Gojo whispered as your pussy wrapped around his fingers. They weren't as thick, but they were long enough to feel deep inside your stomach. Gojo suddenly thumbed at your pussy clit while inserting another finger into your gaping hole. Your body stiffened, with heat and pressure filling the pit of your tummy. "You gonna cum for me, mama?" He inquired as his thumb circled your clit at an undeniable speed. 

Your arousal began to flow down his hands. Your stomach began to burn and strain against the increasing pressure and heat. Your orgasm is just waiting to let loose. 

“Fuck, Imma cum” you screamed as your pussy gripped tightly onto his fingers. 

"Let me have it!" The low pitch of Gojo's voice was all the encouragement you needed. Your climax was approaching. You yelled, your body gripped, painfully arching your back from Geto's lap and slumping back on his shoulders. "Oh fuck... look at that slutty pussy squirt for me," Gojo cooed as he watched the translucent liquid spurt from your pussy. He then removed his fingers from your cunt, laid on his tummy yet again, and started sucking on your clit to make you squirt a little more. 

Your thighs were shaking like crazy beside his head, fingers digging into the mattress and somehow on Geto’s thighs. You’ve never felt this freaking good before, your body felt like it was floating into an eternal bliss of euphoria, ain’t no way you could look to your cheating husband for sex. 

“Mhm… fuck gonna squirt all over his face baby?” Geto teased, his fingers finding leverage on your nipples. Your head nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence from your mouth due to your mind being numb with pleasure. 

Gojo chuckled against your pussy, his fingers pumping inside your pulsating hole once more. “More,” he muttered against your wet flesh. “More…. Give me… oh shit,” he quickly pulled his head away from your cunt. “Yes… I bet your hubby can’t make you squirt like we do huh?” Gojo chuckled as you squirted all over his chest. He pulled his finger from your cunt yet again, and he unexpectedly slapped your clit, not once, not twice but three times before pulling back to look at his fingers that were coated with your pussy juice. 

“You're so sexy. Cumming for us like that, all slutty over Toru’s fingers” Geto muttered before leaning forward to kiss your lips. A chuckle escaped Gojo's lips as he licked his fingers clean as his other hand quickly removed his underpants. Geto, on the other hand, drew you up off his lap and pressed your back against his chest. He then grabbed both of your legs, spread them wide, and forced your knees against your chest. 

You gulped as you watched as Gojo ran his fingers through his hair. He gently stroked his cock as he stared down at your dripping, aching cunt and whispered, “You gonna be a good girl and take this cock mama.”

“Come on, Satoru! Can’t you see how much her naughty pussy is clenching and dripping with her arousal, just waiting for you to fuck her?” Geto asked as he stared down at your pretty pussy. “Don’t keep our baby waiting, Toru.”

And with that said he wasted no time, moving closer to you held on to the back of your left knee before slowly plunging his aching cock into your hole. 

"Ugh fuck Satoru," you hissed, feeling every vein of his cock brushing against your spongy walls as he continued to plunge deeper inside your fluttering cunt. Your lips trembled, fingers gripping onto Geto’s thighs when Gojo finally bottomed out. "Full…" you muttered. 

You've never felt so full in your life; even your ex-boyfriends before your spouse never did fill you up like this. Let's face it, your husband's cock wasn't the best, but as his wife, you did your best to accept what he had to offer because, after all, he'd been taking care of you for 5 years. 

Now that you've had a taste of Gojo's cock, you're wondering what else you've been missing out on in life. You didn't have much time to consider when the girth of Gojo's cock stretched and ripped your pussy wide when he pulled out and plunged back in. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nail digging deeper into Geto’s muscular thighs as the raven hair man spread your trembling legs a bit wider for Gojo to see the damage he was about to do to that pretty pussy of yours. 

"Do you like that mama?" he questioned, sighing as he started stroking his cock at a frantic pace, the tip of his swollen cock head kissing your cervix, his heavy balls slapping against your moist cunt with every deep and sharp thrust of his hips.

"So... fucking good," you exclaimed, licking your lips as your eyes rolled back to look at Gojo, who was already staring at you. "So deep." 

This is such a new experience for you. 

You had your young and undeniably hot neighbors into your house on the bed you shared with your husband, with a camera at the end of the bed filming you being fucked by them. Your body felt like it was on fire, all the pleasure you were feeling from Gojo pouring into your mind at once. 

You could feel him, his thick meaty cock snuggling up against the wet soaking wall of your cunt feeding you that pleasure that your body had so longed for. The tip of his swollen cock, pressing down onto your g-spot with every pull and drag, felt as if you could cum at any moment now. 

You felt amazing, your body and your mind swimming in the clouds right now. Having sex felt good and it’s a pity that you never knew that sex could have handled this well. 

You moaned out, Geto cooing at the sweet sound that escaped your lips and your eyes rolled to the back of your head yet again and smiled. “Oh fuck you love this aren’t you?” Geto asked as he released your left thigh, leaving Gojo to apply more pressure against your leg while his nibble fingers went to play with your nipples. 

“Her pussy is so fucking wet and warm too,” Gojo grunted before leaning forward pushing all your body weight against Geto to kiss your lips. His wet muscle pushed past your lips, licking up all that you had to offer to him while he swallowed up your moans. your back arched; moaning when you felt Geto’s fingers pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling the aching bud between his fingers.

Then you felt Geto's lips against your ear, nibbling at the lobe then he whispered, “Mr. Sajio never fuck so good before huh?” 

“No… no…” you answered without even realising that did so. This made Gojo smile as he was quick to pull away from your lips and used his right hand to wrap around your neck to keep you locked down on Geto’s chest. He raised his body slightly to tilt his cock to thrust deeper than he was already. You screamed, your hand moving from Geto’s leg to wrap around Gojo’s neck and your head suddenly tilted to get a view of Gojo’s cock working your cunt deliciously. Your spouse had never been this deep within you before, and it felt amazing. 

Sweat poured from the sides of your brows, tears streamed down your fat cheeks, and your teeth bit harshly at your swollen lips. "Put her legs up on my shoulder," Gojo pleaded, and Geto obliged. When his cock made your pussy tremble, you screamed once again. Your toes curled under, and your thigh muscles spasmed.

Fuck! You felt like you were in sex heaven. 

“Look into the camera mama,” Gojo whispered and you were so quick to do as you were told. “That’s it, let him see. let him see how much my cock has you weeping like a whining slut.” Then he kissed your forehead before averting his gaze to Geto who was just smiling at him. 

Gojo then groaned, eyes still piercing into Geto's when felt his cock coated with your juices trickling from your quivering hole, and the bed sheets underneath you. "So good," you exclaimed as your pussy gripped and sucked him back in any time he tried to pull away. "Fuck me harder please!"

“Anything for you mama,” Gojo whispered, thrusting even harder and squeezing your throat a bit to get that feeling and pleasure rush straight to your head. White lights began to obscure your eyesight as you exclaimed loudly. Your body lurched from the bed once more but was swiftly dragged back down by the hand around your neck, and he thrust more fiercely.

“Yes, that it fuck… mhmm... Fuck,” you cried your heels digging into Gojo’s back to keep your hips grounded as you tried to move against him to meet his every thrust. 

A low chuckle from his lips as his hand tightened around your throat and he pushed his lips against your cheek as he slowly drew out, "Let me do the work. If you keep moving like that, I might have to breed you," he said as he slammed back into your bruised hole.

Another scream was pulled from your lips as your body spasmed beneath him, your pussy squeezing as you creamed around his shaft. "Don’t stop, keep going. I’m gonna cum soon," you yelled, your thighs quivering as he delved deeper, but he didn't stop, instead speeding up.

The sound of his balls slapping against your wet pussy increased your arousal, and your pussy continued to flood with your sticky, allowing him to slip deeper within your warm hole. "Mhmm," he muttered, his mouth coming down to meet yours, tongue shoving past your lips, kissing you haphazardly. 

With each deep, powerful thrust, your body twitches. Your tits are bouncing well for them. Even in your current state, you're breathtakingly lovely. “Yes… so good!” you babbled breathlessly. Gojo smiled against your lips and pulled to rest his forehead against yours. 

"Fuck, mama, keep squeezing me like that and I'll make you cum all over my cock," Gojo said in hushed tones. He grunted as he snapped his hips at an unnaturally fast pace, causing the bed to creak and knock against the walls. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and he could tell that you were about to cum too because you were tightening and creaming even more around his cock.

Your wrist and fingers tightened around his neck, your eyes closed, and you exhaled, "I... cum." He grunts, his hand leaving your neck and rubbing his finger across your aching nub, nudging you closer to your climax.

You screamed losing your mind entirely as you lost yourself in the sheer delight of your climax, and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his hips never slowing down as he chased his. "Ah, yes, keep coming like that, I'm almost there," Gojo murmured, looking up to see Geto buried in his pleasure.

“Hurry up and fucking cum Satoru,” Geto purred and that alone was enough to send Gojo off the end. His cock twitched as the spurt of his thick cum painted your walls deliciously. He kissed your swollen lips yet again as he continued to release his semen inside your hole. 

“Fuck… that was good,” Gojo moaned as he pumped slowly inside you. “Mh… You gonna let Sugu fuck your pussy now with my cum still dripping from you while I get your ass ready?” 

“Yes… Hurry,” you whined against his lips. 

He was fast to back away from you, softly removing his cock from your cum filled pussy. Before you could even think, you were laying on top of Geto's chest, your legs at each side of his hip and his cock poking at your cum filled entrance. "I'm sorry, baby... But I can't keep waiting much longer. I've been waiting for this," Geto sighed as he grasped both of your ass cheeks, parted them, and slowly impaled you with his cock. 

Your eyes bulge out of your head, your jaw sagged, and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as pleasure and pain surge through your body. Your body collapsed onto his, your face quickly hiding in the crock of his neck as the younger of the two slowly lifted your hips by using your ass to gently ease you off his cock. You could feel it, those thick prominent veins on his cock and his mushroom tip sliding against your walls. 

Your body jolted onto his, and another wave of delicious pain washed over you, unable to keep the moan you'd been swallowing since he impaled you with his cock, out. You were moaning and wailing his name as he gently brought you down till he was firmly buried into your soaked pussy. 

You gripped the sheet with one hand beside his head while the other hand moved to cup the back of his head and your fingers buried into his silky black mane. You began moving your hips against his, slowly rocking back and forth on his cock just to get your pussy used to the size of his cock. If you thought Gojo was significant, then you had another thing coming with Geto. 

He was not the same length as Gojo. But the girth doubled, if not tripled, Gojo's size, which is not to suggest Gojo didn't have that much girth, because he did. 

But, in any case, you managed to lift your head from his neck and immediately press your lips to his, savouring his beautiful moans while he savoured yours. And as you kissed him, you managed to bend your knees and push your breast against his chest even more and create an appealing rhythm. "Look at that ass go..." Gojo groaned from behind you, his right hand smacking into your left ass cheek.

"Slap it again..." you groaned against Geto's lips, and as Gojo was ready to perform the honour, Geto smacked his hand away and grabbed the flesh of your ass, squeezing the plump cheeks in his hot calloused palms before delivering a slap. “Fuck… that’s it.”

Geto only hummed, his tongue too busy exploring every corner of your mouth. “Gotta get a view of this,” Gojo said as he hopped off the bed and went for the camera. “Just look at that, Saijo Takeda. Your beautiful wife is taking my best friend's cock so well,” he taunted the camera as he brought the camera closer to where you were joined together with Geto. “Look at ass jiggle as she bounces on his cock. Does it feel good mama?” 

"Yes... yes so good," you moaned, tugging at Geto's hair. Both of his hands grip your ass again. Your stomach began to heat up when you felt him spanking your ass not once but two more times before spreading your cheeks apart to give Gojo and that camera a view of that puckered hole that had been clenching and unclenching. 

“I can make it feel even better you know,” Gojo hissed, enjoying the view of your ass clapping against Geto’s thighs. “I can feel so much better if you let me put my cock inside your ass.” 

“Yes… please I want it…” you cried. 

“Oh shit…’ Geto finally spoke, his hand resting on your hips to slow down your pace. “You heard our baby Toru… come on in… see it’s all spread out nice and just waiting for you to come in.” 

“Oh shit…” 

“Don’t keep the lady waiting. Go put the camera down and get the lube from my bag and come prep her little ass.” 

Gojo didn't need to be reminded again because he was already out of bed, immediately mounting the camera on the tripod and grabbing the lube from Geto's gym bag.

…

Your body, or more accurately, your ass, felt strange. Perhaps it was because you were still high and drunk from sex, or perhaps it was because Gojo had squirted a generous amount of lubrication inside your ass. "Shit feels... weird," you complained as you tried to grind yourself on Geto's cock, but his strength had you pinned to his shaft while Gojo worked his fingers to loosen your puckered hole a bit, or just enough to be able to handle his cock inside your hole. 

“Almost there pretty,” Gojo groaned while leaning forward to kiss both of your perfect globes. “Ah… I think you can handle me now,” and with that said, Gojo pulled his fingers out, resting both hands on your ass to spread your cheeks apart while he lined his cock up with your asshole. “Going in now.”

“Deep breaths baby,” Geto instructed as Gojo began to push past the tight ring of your ass. You began whimpering, your hands falling from Geto’s hair and body to clutch the sheet next to his head. 

“Fu… Fuck,” Gojo cursed and hissed under his breath as he took in the sight of your tightly little hole being stretched out by his cock. “You about to break my cock off, mama?” Gojo asked, squeezing your butt in his palms as he continued to sink further into your wet heat. It burned, it stung like hell, but you wanted him to keep going, to bruise your little butthole. "Fuck, your ass is squeezing me, so fucking good, ohhh fuck yeah," he groaned as he plunged himself fully into you, his hips slamming into your ass.

“Oh… fuck baby…” Geto groaned, feeling your pussy gripping his cock tightly. “Fuck…” he whispered yet again, his eyes rolling back a bit as he took in the feeling of being so close to his best friend. His cock brushed up against his. If it wasn’t for the thin sheet that separated your ass and pussy then maybe, just maybe their cocks, would have been brushing against each other. 

“Fuck… I don’t think I can stay still any longer Su…” Gojo moaned before pulling his hips back a bit to slam into your ass again. Geto was next to follow; his hand held you still as he pulled out of your pussy and thrust back in.

They were both developing a rhythm, sliding, grinding, and sinking into your little holes, your mouth hanging open once more, and your tongue lolling out of your lips, saliva pouring from the pink tip. You urgently gulp for air, feeling trapped between two gigantic men, both of them just happened to be younger than you and also your neighbours.

“Look at the camera mama,” Gojo said as he grabbed your chin from behind and turned your face to the camera like he did earlier. “Let him see how beautiful you looked getting railed like a good fucking slut. Are you a slut?”

“Don’t be mean, Satoru,” Geto warned as he sat up on his elbows to capture the swollen nipple between his lips. Gojo was about to whine and complain while still being balls deep inside your ass, however, what you said next caught them off guard. 

“Yes… I’m a slut.” 

Gojo grinned and pulled your head back against his shoulder and kissed you sloppily, then whispered, “Yeah, are you a good slutty waifu?” 

“Yes… I’m a slutty waifu…” you cried. 

“And for who?” 

“I’m a slut… for you… and Suguru.”

“That’s right… A good fucking slut for… just look at her, Mr Saijo. You won’t get to fuck and make love to such a pretty… fuck… such a pretty face anymore,” Gojo said to the camera. His lips then latched on to your ears, whispering naughty words that were driving your arousal, coating their cocks with your creamy slick. The sounds of two members pushing in and out of you at increasing speeds, and with perfect accuracy and rhythm, were the most hellish of all - but your groans were second.

Geto peered over your shoulder to see Gojo staring at him as he whispered profanities into your ears as he plunged deeply into you. Geto's teeth dug deeper into your breast as he held Gojo's stare. There was no need for words because they both knew that simply looking at one other gave them pleasure. There was an underlying need for passion between the two, but none of them considered making the first move.

But maybe, just maybe tonight will be the night, especially with how good they both looked fucking your creamy pussy and your ass. Yes, just maybe they’ll do it but not until they have you cumming on their cock more times than they can count. 

Anyway, Geto finally broke eye contact to gaze at your lovely, then down to look at your pussy, back up to look at your tits, your face, and then back to Gojo's eyes. Geto’s hand then reached up and grabbed Gojo’s hand pulling both you and him down on his chest. Geto then grabbed your head and pulled you in for a hot needy kiss while tangling his fingers into Gojo’s hair to keep him there.

“Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum,” Gojo groaned, his hand slipping between your bodies to play with your clit. Your stomach was getting hot, and you were having a developing pleasure. "Come on, mama, wrap your cream around our cock, and we'll pump you full of our cum." But your brain barely noticed any of that as the scorching pleasure inside of you escalated. You began whimpering, but the sound of your whimpers was drowned out by the manly grunts from Geto's lips and the loud moans from Gojo's mouth as your body trembled violently between theirs as you eventually reached a forceful climax, losing consciousness entirely as you release yourself into the ecstasy of your orgasm.

“Yes… yes,” you cried, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. They fucked you through their climax while chasing theirs, and it wasn't long before their balls tightened, their cocks swelled immensely in your holes, and when you clamped around them both, they both emptied their seeds inside your holes. Gojo drew your head back to kiss your lips as Geto gasped as he quickly gripped your breast in his mouth and sucked on your nipple. "Fuck you, baby, fuck."

"So full," you murmured, resting your head on his shoulders. You could feel their lips kissing your body. It felt great, their delicate touches felt nice, and oh fuck, you just had sex with your neighbors, to spite and get revenge on your cheating husband.

Soon after, Gojo pulled out of your home, removed you off Geto's lap, and placed you on the bed. You lay and sat silently for a while, reminiscing on your wonderful time. That is, until Gojo asked, "Would you like to do that again, mama? This time, without the camera." 

You looked over at him and back at Geto who was lazily stroking his cock. He smiled at you and you giggled. “Ok, but give me a moment to cool down.” 

Gojo chuckled as he hopped off the bed to go turn off the camera. “While we wait on her to cool down,” Gojo began as he turned around and licked his lips before looking over at Geto then he continued, “Do you wanna maybe make out with me?” 

Your eyes widened, your head snapping back and forth between the two of them. Geto on the other hand chuckled before replying, “I want to do more than make out with you. But that’s if you're down with me topping.” 

“And what if I wanted to top?” Gojo asked as he slowly made his way over to the bed. You were still in shock, but you managed to move over to give them a bit of room.

“I don’t mind.”

“Well, I have no problem with you being the top,” Gojo responded as he moved to straddle Geto’s lap. 

“Well fuck then,” you whispered under your breath while watching the two of them smiling at each. “I’m going to enjoy this…” 

… 

A few Days Later… 

“Today’s a good day,” Gojo said to himself as he walked into the law firm in which your husband worked with the edited sex tape and your divorce papers in his hand. 

“Good Morning sir, how may I assist?” the lady at the front desk asked. 

“I’d like to have a word with Saijo Takeda.” 

“Is he expecting you?” the woman asked. 

“He’s not,” Gojo answered truthly, “But he’s going to want to have a conversation with me. Well that’s if he wants to continue working here. I have no problem getting him fired from this establishment.” 

“I’ll take you to him,” the woman spoke quickly before excusing herself from the front desk and leading Gojo towards your husband's office. Once they arrived at the door, Gojo thanked the woman before opening up the door to have a conversation with your husband. 

“I’m quite busy at the moment,” your husband said as soon as Gojo stepped inside the office. 

“Good Afternoon too Mr. Saijo.” 

Your husband perked up, eyes almost bulging from his head when he saw the son of Mr. Gojo is the owner of multiple law and technological firms in Japan inside his office. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” 

“Eh! I’m just here to sort some business out with you,” Gojo said as he took a seat in front of your husband. 

“What kind of business?” Your husband asked. Gojo smiled as he rested both the sex tape and your divorce papers in front of him. Your husband brow raised in confusion as he picked up the papers that were in front of him. “What’s all of this?” 

“Are you blind?” Gojo asked, scoffing as he watched the excuse of a husband picking up the thumb drive that had the sex tape. 

“Divorce papers?” 

“Gosh you’re so stupid, but let’s cut to the chase. You are going to do yourself a favour and sign these divorce papers. Y/N, or should I say my woman has already signed most of these papers. Fill out the rest.” 

“What?” your husband said with a shocked look on his face and as he was about to say something else, Gojo was quick to shut him down. 

“It’ll be best to sign them while I’m being nice.”

“And what if I don’t?” your husband asked as he rested the papers on the table and folded his hand under his chin. Does this kid know who I am?” Your husband thought. 

However Gojo chuckled then spoke, “Suguru and I fucked your wife and made a tape of it. You have it right there in your hand.” His confession shocked your husband to the core. “Now I want you to listen to me carefully. There are two copies of the tape. You have one and my baby Y/N has the other copy. You see if you don’t do what I’m asking you to do. I’ll ruin your life with this tape.”

“I’m not the one on the tape though,” your husband fired back at Gojo. 

“But I am,” Gojo said while smirking. “Now imagine what the public would think if they found out that you leaked a sex of me having sex with your wife from this computer right here,” Gojo said while tapping the computer that was on the desk. “I can already see the headlines. Saijo Takeda was caught in another scandal and now the company is seeking to release him from the company.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Gojo laughed and added, "Oh but I would. I would. So please don't put me to the test. Saijo I make pledges instead of just making meaningless threats. I advise you to follow my instructions. Accept the terms of the documents by signing them. You have 12 hours to complete the form and send it back to me. If you don't do it, I guarantee that your life will never be the same again. Enjoy your day. I have to hurry home right away so I can fill Y/N's pussy. Oh, and you might pick up a few new skills after watching the tape. It's good practice.”

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌?

@getosbigballsack 2023

[fairies-in-the-garden]

he holds me in his big arms, drunk and i am seeing stars

pedro pascal x reader | 1.3k words 

summary: after a night out, your best friend pedro accompanies you in a taxi to ensure you get home safely. but as things take a long-forbidden turn, your relationship may never be the same.

notes: best friend pedro!!! fluff. slight jealous pedro. secret mutual pining. idiots in love. neck kissing! mention of alcohol consumption.

a/n - i honestly hate this, it could have been so much better but i got stuck with it. maybe i'll rewrite it in the future... with smut mwahaha

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the cool city air turns dramatically stiff and warm against your burning skin as the door of the taxi is pulled shut. 

“do you have your house keys on you?” pedro asks with tenderness; hand going to your cheek to turn your face to him.

you grunt in response, completely unaware of what’s left his mouth, let alone anything that's going on. in your current state, everything is but a jumble of nonsense hitting wildly ringing ears. he knows that. it'd be an impossible task to quiz you further, so he doesn't.

you hear muffled conversation as he blurts out his own address. with hurried eagerness the taxi accelerates onward into the night.

your body is particularly numb, limbs wobbly and loose, as you struggle to remain upright in the backseat. for some time, with all your might, you try to fight the inevitable collapse of your upper body. but as the taxi takes a brisk turn, you're a goner. with a defeated sway you begin to fall forward, caught firmly by gentle hands around your waist.

"atta girl, i got you." that all too familiar voice rings sweetly in your ears. brought backward, pedro lays your upper body against his chest, steadying you with care in his hold.

you groan from the movement, though slow and brief. your head pounds at an extreme rate - no thanks to the alcohol, of course - but made no better by the tight pins holding up your once perfect updo. you groan again, this time more audible and with more distress in your tone.

"what is it?" pedro asks, fearing the position he has you in is an uncomfortable one. "my head..." you say, trailing off at the end, unable to finish your thought. everything is too much.

as if a mind reader - although in actuality from knowing you better than you ever have yourself - pedro's hands make way to your head. carefully he removes pin by pin. as your hair falls to your shoulders, pedro's hands do not leave their place in it. in gentle circles, his fingers make way across your scalp, messaging it with care.

his touch so easily accepted makes pedro's mind wander; an all too common mix of anxiety and a bit of jealousy taking over him. how did you get to such a state? this isn't exactly like you. did someone coax you? he can't help his bothersome thoughts as he plays with your soft hair.

his blood boils at the thought of having not gotten to you when he did. of someone else getting to you first; someone with ill intent. he should have never left your side.

as pedro's mind continues to linger to dark places, his fingers tangle further into your hair, pressing harder right where you need him to most.

your eyes shut instinctively, head falling back onto his left shoulder. as your body melts into his, you're unable to stop what comes next - as your lips part in pure ecstasy, a soft moan falls from them.

your eyes shoot suddenly open. for a moment, it seems utter self-consciousness manages to sober you up. cheeks blushing instantly, you say a little prayer in hopes he somehow hadn't just heard that.

oh but he had. with that sweet little noise, all his worries leave him. you're here. you're with him. you're safe. the knot is his stomach settles, turning into something else...

against his own will, pedro's cheeks are a bright blushing red, his pants shamefully tighter than they'd been moments before. he wished it hadn't had such an affect on him. that you didn't have such an affect on him. oh but you always have.

the taxi is silent aside from blaring horns on the outside and nervously beating hearts on the inside. in an attempt to hide your flushed face, convinced he can see it from behind you, you tilt your head away from him. but that only makes him see you more.

the city lights twinkle on your face in a way he imagines it would only do to angels. your eyes flutter closed, lashes heavy yet somehow still so soft. he tries to stop himself, but he can't help but look to your lips; plump and pink from a night of bottles pressed sweetly to them.

against his better judgement, as though, rather, he is the drunk one, pedro lets his hands wander. trailing down from your hair, his hand moves loose strands away from your neck. eyes transfixed, his fingers linger on the soft, warm skin just below your ear.

"pedro," you whisper softly, a mess under his gentle, telling touch. the bashfulness you just felt, now softening.

swiftly, before reason can stop him, he buries his head in the crook of your neck. his lips, wet and hot, leave agonizing kisses along your burning skin. he remains there for a moment, lost in it.

leaning your head into his, your body can't help the way it reacts to him. it never can. you've always wondered how this would feel, you and him. and the feeling is one of overwhelming perfection. his hand trailing down to rest at the base of your neck is enough to make your legs shut eagerly tight - the need for friction harrowing.

pedro nips softly at your skin, earning another soft moan as your back arches against him.

as he raises himself from his place in your neck, there is a moment in which you think you should slide over, away from him. he thinks just the same. if you both were to shift apart, turn to look out your own windows, and not speak another word - all could be forgotten. yet neither one of you can bear the thought of it.

turning your head to face his, your eyes meet for the first time tonight. his are dark and sparkling, you imagine yours are as well.

you can't help but let your mind wander to the place in which you'd so often had to forbid it to go. flickering down to his lips, wet and rouged, you want to kiss him. it's not the first time you had wanted to. the only difference is that this time, you don't think you're going to stop yourself.

as you lean in closer, you watch his eyes fill with worry, with guilt. stopping halfway, you speak softly, longingly, "kiss me again... please..." you trail off, still regrettably a bit drunk. you breathe shallowly, trying to gain some soundness in your voice, "a real kiss."

he winces at the sound of your slurred voice, eyes like a puppy's. his hands come up to cup your fiery cheeks as he speaks affectionately, with caution, "i can't, honey. you're not sober. i shouldn't have even done that."

he is the most respectful person you know, always has been, but right now you wish he'd just take advantage of the moment - of you.

your lips fall into a pout, "i liked that you did. i've always..." you don't know how to make sense of how you're feeling, how you always have, or how to put it into words. but he understands you somehow.

"i've always wanted to kiss you too." he states, thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. you lean into his touch, eyes closing to take the moment in.

"you're so beautiful, y/n..." your eyes open, looking up to him shyly from his words. from the last time you'd seen yourself in a mirror earlier in the night, you knew you looked a mess.

"even like this?" you say, cracking an uneasy smile.

"even like this." he states, returning a smile bright as the stars.

"please kiss me..." you plead again, your eyes now the ones puppy-like. you don't want the opportunity to slip away. for him to slip away.

he slowly leans forward. happily, you close your eyes in long-awaited anticipation. lips ready for his, you're caught by torturous surprise when pedro's press tenderly to your forehead, instead.

pulling back, he tilts your head to look up at him once more. "we can talk more about it in the morning." he states with a kind grin. he's truthful, you know that, but you need to be sure.

"promise?" oh please don't let this be over.

"i promise."

leaning back into the seat, pedro opens his arms for you to sink into. as the ride continues, the streets outside become more and more familiar - a sign you're almost to his home. wrapped in his grasp, you already feel like you're there.

[very-straight-blog]

Aegon and Aemond. Brothers. Rivals. They can't stand each other. They're jealous of each other. The shadow of the Iron Throne looms ominously over Aegon. It suffocates him, haunts him in nightmares since his childhood. From the moment he heard his mother's prediction: "Rhaenyra will kill us all if you don't become king." These words rang like a bell in his head for several more days, and then they died down, but didn't go away. He tries to drown the fear of the future in wine – somehow, this makes it even worse, alcohol leaves an aching emptiness inside, and also a terrible hangover. He stopped trying to live up to his mother's expectations a long time ago. And his father's? Well, he would never be better than Baelon anyway. It's hard to compete with someone who never existed. A dead boy can be absolutely, oh so perfect. The only son Viserys wanted. His promised prince. Aegon is jealous of Aemond. He's everything Aegon couldn't be. At some point, his quiet younger brother became taller than him, stronger than him and – damn, probably even smarter than him, otherwise why would he spend so much time in the library? It's not in Aegon's nature to compete, so he just gets angry and plans to become even worse, just to spite everyone. Self-destruction is now his habit. Aemond condemns his brother – condemns his bad manners, his depravity, his weakness. He had burned out all the weakness in himself a long time ago. He had to and realized it quite early – in Driftmark.

They often think about that night – never talking about it out loud. What can they even say? Aegon winces and looks away, seeing the ugly scar on his brother's face when he removes the eyepatch. He remembers his hungover, confusion and nausea from the sight of the eye on the table. Aemond's eye. Then a slap and a feeling of helplessness. That whole night feels like a delusional crazy dream. He never admits it – not even to himself, but guilt has been haunting him ever since – he's been trying to numb it with alcohol and sex, along with the rest of his feelings – hatred, loneliness, pain – Gods, Aegon feels too much. Sometimes it seems to him that he feels everything at the same time. Aemond doesn't feel anything. He forces himself to clamp emotions inside like a spring – one day they will erupt, he feels it. In his memories of Driftmark, there're only bitterness and anger, and also the realization that now only he can protect this family, and it means he needs to be strong. Aemond isn't quite sure what this means, so he looks at his mother – she sacrifices herself for the sake of duty, she does what's required of her and never complains. Aemond decides that he'll be the same. He grows up several years overnight and tries very hard not to cry.

When Aemond's anger finally bursts at dinner, Aegon raises his cup without even thinking. "We are family. You may cuff him about as you wish at home, but in the world, we must defend our own." He's already let him down, it won't happen again – this thought flashes through his mind when he hits Luke's head on the table. He had wanted to do this for a long time – these little bastards look too happy, too loved, even despite their questionable origin and the fact that one of them maimed his brother. That evening, for the first time, they feel a strange new feeling – something like unity.

[xxchumanixx]

Matchmaker

The Mandalorian x reader

Summary: Greef Karga takes it upon himself to help two fools find their way together.

Warnings/Tags: hurt, fluff, comfort, mentions of character death, a little angst (but only if you squint), spoilers for season 3

Word count: 2.652

Authors note: Hello my loves! Just finished season three of The Mandalorian, and I can't help but write something for my beloved Din! Seriously, I love him so much.

Also, I somehow wrote this not in past tense, but present tense. Don't know how that happened, but I'm okay with it.

Enjoy!

"What's up with you?" Greef Karga speaks up, head tilted as he tries to analyze your face. Spurred by his words you sit straighter in the chair opposite his, hoping to mask what's on your mind from the clever man.

But he knows you, he knows the tell tale signs when somethings up with you, when somethings bothering you.

His eyebrows rise, and you sigh in defeat.

Of course you can't hide your feelings from him. Over the time you've known him now, he somehow became a father figure for you.

"Do you think he'll settle down, now that he has a home here on Nevarro?" you ask, even though you already know the answer. The likelihood of him settling down, is even smaller than him returning your feelings for him.

You love him, even if you've never seen his face before.

Greef snorts in amusement, sending you a smirk that says the same thing. Never would Din Djarin settle down - at least not in the near future.

"Why are you asking?" Greef questions, brows furrowed. "Are you hoping he'll stay with you?"

Eyes widening, you stare at the magistrate, who dares to chuckle at your reaction. "What?" he quips, smirking. "Do you think I haven't noticed the way you're looking at him?"

You're mouth opens to protest, but you can't manage to utter a single word. He's right, and he knows it too.

"Do you love him?" he wants to know more serious, leaning forward on the table between you. You choke on your breath, chuckling to cover up the uneasy feeling that's suddenly cursing through you.

You still though, sighing, before your head falls into your hands, elbows propped on the table. Wiping over your face you look at Greef, who patiently waits for your answer.

"I do." you reply, feeling the goosebumps creep up your bare arms. He nods, suspicions confirmed. "You haven't seen his face, yet." he points out, cocking a brow.

"Don't need to." you respond, shaking your head. "He could be a Gungan for all you know." he remarks, though grinning as you send him a pointed look.

"He once told me about the mandalorian marriage, how he would be able to remove his helmet in front of his wife." you explain, looking down on the table as your cheeks flush.

"Hit you pretty hard, huh?" he asks with a smile, but before you can answer someone speaks up from behind you, causing you to flinch in your seat.

"What hit whom?" Din wants to know, and you refuse to turn around, stiffening, as your cheeks go even more red.

Greef clears his throat, chuckling. "Oh, nothing, mando." he replies. "Just talkin' 'bout old times."

You are thankful for the older man's explanation, sending him a grateful look. He nods almost unnoticeable, before you stand up.

"I'm gonna go look for something to do." you tell them, briefly looking at Din, before your gaze averts again. Grogu stands behind him, cooing up at you.

"Oh, could you take him with you?" Greef asks, pointing at Grogu. "I want to discuss something with Din, that's not for the child's ears."

Din nods in approval, as you look at him questioningly.

Smiling down at the child you scoop him into your arms, before you leave the room.

Din looks after you and the child, even after the door has already closed behind you again. Greef clears his throat, averting his attention back to him.

"You want to discuss something with me?" Din wants to know, taking a seat where you had been sitting only moments ago.

He'd be lying if he said he wants a job - it had only been a few days since you landed on Nevarro again and settled into the cabin Greef had prepared for you three.

After the fight on Mandalore he is glad to have a break from the constant fighting and traveling.

He could tell you are too, finally being able to catch more than just an hour or two of sleep. The child is happier as well, being able to play with the local kids.

Greef folds his hands on the table, looking at Din with a sigh. Unbeknownst to the magistrate, he rises a brow under his helmet, looking at him expectantly.

"Do you plan on staying?" Greef asks, looking straight at where he believes Din's eyes must be. Din tilts his head, not sure what his friend is getting at.

"Maybe, why?" he gives back warily, brows furrowing. Greef only nods, leaning back in his chair. "And what about her?" he questions further, eyes still fixed on the warrior in front of him. Din licks his lip, feeling his heart rate pick up at the mention of you.

He'd love for you to stay with him, but he'd never make a move on it. You were too precious to him, for him ruining you.

"What do you mean?" he wants to know, leather creaking quietly, as his hands flex in a nervous manner. Greef huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know exactly what I mean, Din."

Din sighs, looking away. He in fact knows what the older man is hinting at, yet he tries to play dumb.

"I don't know what you mean."

Greef rolls his eyes, frustration seeping through, as he silently curses at the mandalorian. "Do you love her?" he asks him the same question he had asked you earlier.

Din's eyes widen under his helmet, as he believes he must have misheard him. "I have to go." he mutters, pushing himself out of the chair. "Do you love her?" Greef repeats louder, and Din stiffens, back turned towards him.

"'Cause if you do, you should tell her."

Din can't help but huff at his words, turning back around to him. "And why should I do that?" he demands to know, taking a step closer. "So she takes the first ship to another planet?"

"Because she loves you!" Greef responds angrily, standing from his chair. "Because she loves you and she asked me the same question earlier - Asked if you would stay, or if you'd leave her behind."

Din is taken aback by his words, body freezing.

His heart goes rigid in his chest, hands sweating, but he stays still. "She doesn't know me." he mutters, shaking his head. "She doesn't know your face." Greef responds. "There's a difference."

Din swallows, wiping his hands on his thighs, even though he wears gloves.

"She told me about the mandalorian marriage." Greef explains, licking his lip. "Said that you'd be able to take the helmet off in front of your wife."

Din winces, shaking his head again.

"She wouldn't want me." he insists, looking down. "Are you sure about that?" Greef responds, causing Din's heart to jump dangerously at the prospect. "She said she doesn't need to see your face to love you."

Din breathes in shakily, biting his lip, before his gaze meets his friends. Greef nods encouragingly, silently telling him to finally make a move on his feelings.

You are important to him, and he can tell that you are struggling with your feelings for Din. Pushing you two in the right direction is the least he could do for you.

Meanwhile, you are sitting with the child in between a group of kids. They had spotted you, asking if Grogu could play with them, and invited you to sit with them.

Din neares the group, already having spotted you due to the height difference - not because you seem to radiate under the sun, glowing like a goddess to him.

Of course not.

He stops behind you, taking a moment to watch the child jump on the numbers the kids had scribbled on the ground with chalk.

It looks like something out of a book, he notices. The peaceful and calm atmosphere seems strange to him.

Clearing his throat, he gets your attention, motioning for you to follow him with a tilt of his helmet. Asking the kids to look after Grogu, you stand up, following him.

He walks a few feet away, only stopping when no one's in earshot anymore.

"I'm thinking about staying." he begins, after a short silence. You nod, brows furrowing slightly. "How come?" you ask. He takes a moment longer to answer, gaze wandering behind you to the kids still playing with Grogu, before he looks back at you.

"Mandalore is still in reconstruction, and we will have to stay somewhere in the meantime." he explains, your heart picking up its pace at his choice of words. "We?" you ask, hope flaming up in your chest.

Would he stay with you, or let you stay with him, now that Mandalore is going to be rebuilt?

You had been spending time with the mandalorian for almost the whole while he was traveling with Grogu now, but never really had a place to stay at.

Except for Nevarro now.

"Grogu and I." he responds, and your heart cracks as he extinguishes the flame, before it had really become one.

Your face falls and you do your best not to let him notice, as you force yourself to smile, nodding with tears pricking in your eyes.

"Sure." you mumble, biting your lip, as you look down.

"And you if you want to."

You're heart stops at his words, gaze snapping back to his.

He swallows, heart racing in his chest. He's nervous, hands sweating in his gloves, as he tries to study your reaction.

"Really?" you want to know, fearing he'd take it back. But he nods, taking a step closer. "I talked to Greef." he admits, tilting his head.

You huff, now knowing why he came up with the topic in the first place.

"Of course, you have." you mumble, looking away from him. How much did Greef tell him? You should have known something was up, when he asked you to take the child with you.

He makes a sound like he wants to say something, but it gets stuck in his throat. "I like you." he then presses out, fists clenching at his sides.

He hates to talk about his feelings, never really having been good at it.

Your heart jumps, breath hitching in your throat as you look back at him. "I like you and I want you to stay with us." he adds, voice shaky even through the modulator.

You're not sure what exactly he means, goosebumps covering your arms at the prospect. "What do you mean you like me?" you ask, swallowing at the nerves bubbling up.

He sighs, helmet tilting downwards. "I mean that-" he sighs again in frustration, arms moving at his sides, as he seems to fight with himself, before he looks back up at you. "I mean that I have feelings for you, Y/N."

Your heart stutters in your chest, before it doubles its speed. Blinking rapidly, you try to process his words.

"I-I have feelings for you, too." you stutter, taking a step towards him. He inhales shakily, relief flooding him.

No matter what Greef had told him about your feelings for him, he still could have been wrong.

The relief momentarily blocks out the fear he's feeling, but it returns just as fast as it was gone.

"But I'm scared, cyar'ika." he voices, not giving you a chance to respond further, heart fluttering at the endearment. You had only heard it once before, and you were sure it meant something special.

"I don't want to bring you in harms way even further, because you'd be my weak spot."

You blush, still shocked at his confession.

"But the child is a weak spot, too." you remind him quietly, tilting your head as your brows furrow slightly.

"I don't want to end up like Paz." he whispers, voice cracking. "And another weak spot would only add to that possibility. When something happens to me you'd be left on your own. When something happens to you or the child-" he shakes his head, swallowing.

"I wouldn't know what to do."

You take another step closer, hand finding its way onto his arm, trying to comfort him. "Din, that won't happen." you assure him, trying to catch his gaze through the helmet.

"Paz had a son." he arguments, shaking his head at you. "His son lost his father." "He was a foundling." you retort, still feeling bad for the boy. "He'll learn to live without him, he still has a family: the other mandalorians."

Paz was a good man, he had sacrificed himself for his people, leaving behind his son.

"And what's with my wife, Grogu, kids of my own?" he questions. He's agitated, body trembling at the thought of disappointing you.

Your eyes widen at his words.

His wife, kids of his own.

He seems to notice what he said, a gasp leaving his lips, as his eyes widen as well. "I-I mean-" he stutters, panic creeping into his voice, but you smile at him.

"Din, you don't have to keep doing the dirty work for the rest of your life." you give back softly, silently hating that you can't see his eyes.

He snorts, taking a step back, so your hand falls from his arm. "And credits come flowing, sure."

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. "We will find something that's less dangerous. Aside from that I'm sure Mandalore will have a place for us, a job. We'd manage."

"You're saying that like it would all be so easy for us." he gives back, shaking his head as well. You nod, licking your lip. "I know it's not always going to be easy, but I'm sure we'll manage." you repeat, closing the distance again.

He falls silent at that, only staring at you.

He can't seem to grasp why you are willing to spend your life with him - a mandalorian, someone who's made more enemies than he can possibly count.

"And now let's get back to the point where you told me you have feelings for me." you rasp out, taking his hand in yours.

His hand tightens around yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he exhales shakily.

"Do you know how long I hoped for you to say those words?" you chuckle, smiling up at him. He huffs, shaking his head with a chuckle of his own.

"I was sure you wouldn't want me." he breathes out, licking his lip. You huff, smile widening. "You have no clue, Din." you tell him. "And even if I don't know what you look like yet, I'm sure I will love it as well. It's not only your face, Din. It's you - everything about you, the way you care for the ones you love and how you do everything to protect them. It's you I love, not only the face I have yet to see. And if I have to marry you to see your face, I can't wait."

He's stunned at your words, mouth agape even though you can't see it.

He's never heard such beautiful words directed at him before. Hearing them come out of your mouth, only makes them more beautiful.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum." he mutters, his voice soft. You tilt your head at him, not sure what he said. "It's mando'a." he says, and you swear you hear him smile under his helmet. "It means I love you."

You inhale sharply, eyes widening, and he wonders if he took it too far. "It sounds so beautiful." you reply, smiling broadly at him. He sighs in relief, smile returning.

"Ni kartayl gar darasum." you try to repeat it and he laughs, lightly shoving you at the way you mispronounce the words.

"We'll practice that." he assures you chuckling, wrapping his arm around you, to lead you back to the kids.

"For now let's focus on marrying so you can finally see my face."

cyar'ika: sweetheart

[bird-inacage]

Love in the Air: The Significance of Security to Sky

This moment folks. I need to talk about it. I already gave it an honourable mention, but I want to dissect why Sky's reaction here spoke volumes - and how the significance of security (aka marriage) is so important as a conclusion to the Prapaisky story.

When we first meet Sky, he's still wading through the shadow of his abuse. The prolonged aftereffects which could potentially continue for the foreseeable future, affecting his overall happiness and ability to love again.

Now fast forward to this expression we see on Sky's face during the wedding. Despite all the trials and tribulations, despite thinking he might never overcome those demons - I saw in his expression - an echo of the 'young Sky' again. The innocence in his smile. The giddy wholesomeness which is often found in young 'puppy' love. Eagerness and anticipation for things to come. Hopeful excitement which isn't marred or jaded by the toil of hardship. An expression that contained an immense degree of appreciation and relief, a 'thank god you found me' relief. A 'close-to-tears' relief that comes with finally being seen and/or valued. The point is, that expression is very similar to the way he'd looked at Gun before everything that followed.

That's the expression of a boy who has fully and willingly opened their heart to another. And here it is again. On his wedding day. Sky has somehow managed to restore some of that innocence in love he lost.

Most of Sky's anxieties can be attributed to a lack of safety (such as difficulty with trust, doubt in stability, worry of being taken advantage of, insecurity in his self-worth). This all manifests from a very simple and basic human instinct we all possess - and that is to feel safe. When someone so intimately close to you betrays you in the worst way imaginable, they've effectively stripped any sense of safety away from you by force. This is the state in which Prapai finds Sky in at the start of the series.

I've talked many times before about how Prapai fulfils a 'protector' role incredibly well. But in fact his way of handling Sky goes beyond protection. He's very adept at creating a safe space around Sky, as well as allowing Sky to feel safe when he's with him. And that's not only by loving Sky, but truly caring for Sky's wellbeing and his basic needs. Whether that's ensuring he eats, making sure he rests, or reminding Sky he doesn't need to suffer alone. This is achieved by listening, by not overstepping, by holding back, by being patient, by being gentle. And eventually escalates to Prapai 'removing' Gun as a threat. The very genesis of Sky's suffering and the very person who robbed Sky of his safety, which Prapai had been working so hard to rebuild.

Safety comes first before all else, due to safety being intrinsically linked to survival. It's only once you've established safety, that you can add security - further measures to 'ensure' this safety lasts as long as possible.

This is where Prapai's intentions for marrying Sky (other than the most obvious) are really worth considering. By his very character, our boy Prapai famously never half-asses anything. He's all in, all the time. He wants to provide everything humanly possible to the person he loves, and that involves giving Sky the highest form of security he can offer, which is by marrying him. Binding them in name, on paper, as well as on all remaining principles.

For most people, the fine print and diplomacy of marriage is not particularly romantic. But in this case it's exactly the functionality and formality of marriage that will provide Sky with the security Prapai seeks. Prapai possesses privilege. And that privilege allows him access to means he can extend to Sky. So marrying Sky means: 'I will be responsible for you. What's mine is now yours'. 'If anything happens to me, you have everything I have.' 'I now legally have the permission and the right to fully take care of you.'

This isn't essential to Sky. He already has Prapai by his side, which is plenty as far as he's concerned. He doesn't need or desire anything else. But Prapai wants to. Because Prapai is thinking about the future - their future. He is always anticipating what Sky needs or may need before Sky does for himself. Sky's perspective has always been 'you've done enough, this is enough', whereas Prapai's perspective is 'what else can I do?' At first Prapai was just trying to ensure Sky's basic needs were met and now that he's achieved that, what's next? All of this is an attempt to safeguard the person he loves and their future together. It's the devotion in such an act, the restless pursuit of such a cause that means so very much to Sky. Because he knows (as do we) - that Prapai would do anything for him.

And that - that is what we call marriage material folks.

[eomayas]

new thing (pt. 7) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f!reader, age gap, established relationship

synopsis: reader and chanyeol reconcile after being broken up for a few months.

genre: angst & fluff. LOTS OF FLUFF. e2l. happy ending

warnings: swearing, drinking, crying. lots of crying. reader is just a girl and chanyeol is just a 30 year old boy :(

a/n: this is the finale!! yay!! thank you to everybody who has been here from the beginning and stuck with me and this story! it has been a lot of fun writing this. once again thank you, and i hope you like it. sorry for the lowkey trash ending lmao! ❤️

seulgi runs across the grass with her arms open wide, gown flowing behind her. you meet her halfway and throw your arms around her, engaging in a moving hug. “we really did it!” she squeals, hugging you tight against her.

your heart beats rapidly from pure joy that you haven’t felt in awhile, and mild case of anxiety at the prospect of your future truly beginning now. you two just walked across the stage to declare yourselves officially done with undergrad. it’s exciting and nauseating at the same time.

“i know, i know,” you say, pulling back and holding her arms. she looks up at you and you get the overwhelming feeling to cry into her arms. “i love you.” you say, pulling her back into a hug so you don’t have to look at her in the face.

“i love you more!” she says. you two stay wrapped up together for a moment longer before she taps your back. “i’m sinking.” seulgi says, making a show of picking up her legs to remove her heels from the grass.

“me too,” you say, letting go of her to pull both of you out of the earth. “our parents should be around here somewhere.” you say, linking arms with her and weaving through throngs of people. a lot of them stop the two of you to give hugs and exclaim how excited they are to be done with college. you're excited too, but there is a pit in the bottom of your stomach that reminds you that you're officially not a kid anymore. there's so much of life that you haven't experienced, and its all going to be laid out in front of you.

finally, you find your parents talking amongst each other, as well and mr and mrs. kim. seulgi is practically family to them at this point, so it makes sense that they showed up to support her. "congratulations!" mrs. kim yells, bouncing over to you two and engulfing you into a hug.

you go around giving hugs and accepting congratulations from everybody before ending up at your mothers side, clinging to her the way a child would. “so, what’s next?” mr. kim asks, and you and seulgi glance at each other before bursting into breathless giggles, no clear idea or answer.

everybody laughs when you two laugh and it puts you at ease for a moment. seulgis parents suggest heading to the restaurant to go eat, and you agree. “i think someone is looking for you,” your mom says, glancing over your shoulder. you assume it’s a fellow classmate, so you turn around with the intention to shout congratulations, but are stunned into silence when you see who it is, going weak at the knees.

he looks nervous, and so endearingly awkward that it makes you want to cry and scream. and in extreme chanyeol fashion, he holds an assorted bouquet of pink flowers between his hands.

your heart leaps into your throat, just as shock and confusion cross over your face. you wonder if he can see the desperation in your face, that your been wanting to see him for months. you’re aware of other people around you, but it just feels like it’s you and him. it’s been so long since you’ve seen him—nearly three months to the day—and you still don’t know how to properly function near him, or without him, for that matter.

“uh, hi,” he says, and your knees feel weak at him being so shy and awkward. somehow, your brain tells you to move, and you take a few short steps towards him, stopping when there’s about two feet of space between you. “hi.” he says again, looking down at you with a soft smile.

“hi,” you say, nervously wringing your hands in front of you. you shift your eyes to glance at the flowers, and his eyes widen like he forget he was holding them.

“oh, these are for you,” he says, a blush forming on his cheeks and going to the tips of his ears in the way that you’re so fond of. it makes your heart clench in your chest.

you thank him as you accept the flowers and hold them between to shaky hands. you wonder how you look to the people around you; if they can read your body language and see that you two have obvious history. or maybe you look as rigid as you feel, nervous and taut? “what are you doing here?” you ask, blinking a few times.

“uh, seulgi invited me,” he says. you whip your head around to glare at her, but are met with an empty path of grass; your mother the only person still standing there. “she said… she said you wouldn’t mind.” and you hate that she was right, because of course you’d want him here. you’d want him anywhere, at any time.

“oh. well… thank you for coming,” you say, ducking your head shyly. chanyeol nearly reaches out to tip your chin up, but stops himself before he gets the courage. you’re not his to touch like that, and the realization burns in his chest.

“always. i’m proud of you, y/n,” he says softly, and you look up at him, lips folded into your mouth. that pit in your stomach only gets deeper and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. you can feel yourself melting into the earth as he keeps looking you dead in the eye.

“thank you,” you say, hugging the flowers to your chest as if to ground you, like you’re afraid if you’re not anchored to something you might float up, up, up into the clouds and disappear among the stars. you’re not even sure you’re still breathing properly, not with the way you can smell his cologne despite being outdoors and surrounded by hundreds of people.

chanyeol glances behind you, and you become acutely aware of the fact that your mother is still standing behind you. “oh!” you exclaim, whirling around and motioning for your mom to come over. they’ve never met, and this isn’t necessarily the way you want them to meet, but you’re not going to have them ignore each other just because you’re broken up—especially not when he keeps looking at you like he could eat you. “mom, this is chanyeol; chanyeol, my mom.” you say, gently nudging her, telling her to be nice.

your mom shakes his hand and gives him a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. a few months ago, she did her typical check in via a phone call. you never told her about chanyeol explicitly, just told her that there was a guy you were seeing back when you two first started dating. she asked about him here and there, but it was never anything pressing and you weren’t just going to give up the information. but when she called you after you two broke up, you couldn’t help but vent to her on the phone. for once, she let you cry in peace over a man—you don’t know why, maybe it’s because she could tell you actually liked him? but she let you cry and told you that one day, it would get better. she didn’t chastise you and tell you to simply get over it and to stop crying like you expected. you never asked her, but you figured she might’ve experienced something similar when she was your age or before you were born.

“it’s nice to put a face to a name, now,” your mom says, glancing at you before returning her gaze to chanyeol. he smiles, and the tips of his ears turn pink again. “how nice of you to show up today, too.” she adds and you cut your eyes at her, wanting her to lay off of him.

chanyeol only nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he says, “of course. i’m proud of her.” your whole body burns, the heat starting at your toes and spreading upwards. it’s too much to look at him, so you break first and awkwardly clear your throat.

“we’re about to go celebrate—you’re welcome to join us, if you want,” your mom says, shocking you and chanyeol, and probably even herself. you look at chanyeol with wide eyes, praying that he says no and spares an awkward, tension filled dinner.

“thank you, but i’ll pass for now,” he says politely and you nearly sigh in relief. your mom nods and smiles at him, seemingly happy with his answer, and announces that she’ll be waiting for you in the car.

you and chanyeol are truly left alone, and you don’t know how to determine the rolling of your stomach; anxiety, or excitement? either way, your pulse quickens and you feel shy when he smiles at you. "you look pretty, by the way," he compliments, and you feel like you're floating in the air when he says it. you thank him and he stuffs his hands into his front pockets of his jeans. "can i see you later? after your dinner?" chanyeol asks.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you know you should probably say no, because while you're elated to see him right now, you don't know when reality will set in and shatter whatever idea you have of him. his proposition from a few months ago still lurk in the depths of your memory, reminding you that you were too much and not enough for him at the same time. but on the flip side, you really do want to see him. theres so much you've wanted to say to him since your breakup and that rotten day.

blowing out a breath, you look up at chanyeol who wears a hopeful expression on his face. you’ve never been strong around him, never been able to resist him and those eyes that make you turn into mush around him. “yeah, sure. after dinner,” you say, nodding as if to convince yourself and psych yourself up.

chanyeol smiles, his dimples popping out and making your chest squeeze. “okay, cool. i’ll see you then,” he says. you nod and the two of you look at each other for a second before awkwardly laughing. chanyeol opens one of his arms, inviting you in for a hug. it takes everything in you to not throw yourself at him, and you slip underneath his arm just like you used to. you’re practically made to fit in his side.

the whole uber ride, you wonder if you’re too dressed up to see him. you changed your outfit four times, always feeling like it was too much or not enough, before you finally ended up in a blue, silk midi dress with lace trim, paired with heeled boots and a leather jacket. it might be too much, since it’s not a date. but he said he wanted to buy you a celebratory drink, and would it really hurt if you looked nice?

thanking your driver, you step out of the car and make the short walk into the bar. it’s quiet, save for the soft jazz music playing over the speakers. it’s definitely not somewhere you’d have picked if it was up to you, but it’s very chanyeol.

he sits at a high table near the windows, and gets up from his chair to greet you. it’s awkward again, stuck in the in between of a hug, or if you should just sit down. you both opt for the latter, chanyeol casting you a lingering glance. “what are you drinking?” you ask him, hanging your bag off the back of your chair.

“don’t know yet; i was waiting for you,” he answers, and you hate that you find it sweet. you only hum and start looking over the drink menu, not set on one particular drink.

“i think i’m gonna try this,” you say, pointing and showing chanyeol. he nods before slipping the menu from your fingertips and looking for his own option. you study him while he’s momentarily preoccupied and take in the few changes: the stubble, which you can admit you’re a fan of, thicker forearms like he’s been working out, and slightly longer hair. you slip your eyes to look out the window when he lifts his head and announces to you that he’s going to go order your drinks.

letting out a breath, you fold your hands together and glance around the bar, really wondering what you’re doing here with him. you know you shouldn’t be here after the way he tried to have some of you without having all of you, but you still have feelings for him despite it all. you’ve never really stopped.

chanyeol returns with your drinks and you two cheers before taking a sip, both making a face when you taste the alcohol. "so, how've you been—besides graduating?" chanyeol asks, looking over at you with a small, expectant smile.

with a shrug, you take another sip of your drink and set it down. "i've been fine, i guess. not really much going on," you say. "i have an interview coming up for this job—hopefully its my last one." chanyeols eyebrows raise at the mention of a new job, and eggs you on to tell him about it. you get a moment of deja vu, like you've had this conversation before and are going through the motions of trying to make everything right again.

"thats great, y/n. i'm really proud of you," he says it with so much genuineness that you have to take a deep breath to relax yourself. its just the simple things that make you ache the most. when you got an email back from the job, the first person you wanted to tell was him. he hasn't been an afterthought for you, not even after over 100 days of being apart.

you must get a look on your face, because chanyeol frowns and leans forward and asks if you're alright. "huh? yeah, i'm fine," you say, taking another sip of your drink. chanyeol backs off, but he knows you nearly as good as he knows himself, and the look on your face is one he's seen many of times. it lets him know that there is something on your mind that you aren't saying, but he knows better to press you about it, especially since you are not his anymore. "whats up with you?" you ask, wanting the attention off of you.

chanyeol goes on about how its been pretty much the same for him as well, except he's helping his cousin produce an album and is trying to get his brother in the studio more. you can't help but think about that fateful night at the drug store when you caught him buying condoms. you wonder if you hadn't run into him, if you wouldn't be sitting here with him trying to act normal and like you don't think about him nearly everyday. "y/n, you're doing it again," he notes, snapping you out of your own thoughts.

"doing what?"

he makes a face that says, really?, and shakes his head. "i know you, you know. say whatever's on your mind," you chew on the inside of your cheek and crack your fingers against your leg. "please, y/n."

you look up at him and your eyes start to well with tears, for reasons unknown to you and him. "oh my god," you mumble, covering your face with your hands. you sniff and wait for your eyes to dry up before uncovering your face and blowing out a heavy sigh of a breath. you look away from chanyeol as you talk, not trusting yourself to be able to make it while looking at him. "i am just so... confused, chanyeol. we don't talk for months, and then you show up to my graduation—and that was fine, okay?—but this? i can't just sit here and act normal with you, like we're friends or something, because we're not." your voice is even and slow, but you feel a wave of emotions brewing up again. "and with how we ended things? chanyeol, i need to know why you're trying to come around again because i just can't deal with it."

hes silent as he absorbs your words. chanyeol runs a hand through his hair and presses his lips together into a thin line. "okay, i'm just going to be honest, alright?" chanyeol looks over at you, and his stomach flips when you look up at him with wide, tear filled eyes. "first, i want to apologize—for everything, but especially the last time we saw each other. that was fucked up, and i knew it, and i still said it anyways. i wasn't... that just wasn't fair to you," chanyeols picks at his fingernails and looks down at his lap.

"i broke us up the first time; that wasn't your fault."

"yes, it was, y/n. there were things i didn't say to you, that i should have said. i could've tried harder, i could've just been honest with you," you bite your bottom lip, wishing he would just tell you those simple three words, whether they're still true or not. you need to hear it. "you can say it was all on you—fine—but i know that it wasn't. we both played a part, but it was completely my fault this time around. i don't want you to think that i... that i think less of you, because i don't. it was a stupid and fucked up thing for me to imply." chanyeols says, running his hand through his hair and gently tugging at the roots.

you fold your lips into your mouth and blink back the tears that form in your eyes again. his words mean something to you, so much that you don't think you'll be able to make it the rest of the night without crying. "y/n, can you look at me? please?" his tone is pleading, like its all he needs from you to get through the night. but you know the moment you look like him you'll start crying, and you don't know if you'll be able to stop. "please, y/n." and you wish he'd just call you baby.

with a breath, you finally turn your head to face him, and it hardly takes a second of seeing him before your face crumples and you drop your head into your hands. you're embarrassed for crying so quickly and in public, and you try to keep it silent. chanyeol jumps up from his chair and comes over to wrap you in a comforting embrace. you let him hold you for a moment, missing the feeling of being wrapped up in his strong arms. it doesn't last long before you mumble that you need air, and pull yourself from his grasp, not making eye contact with him as you slip on your jacket and dash outside.

you expect him to follow after you, and are greatly relieved when he does exactly that. "y/n," chanyeol says, a crestfallen expression on his face. the tears don't stop and you lean against the side of the building to support yourself. "i'm sorry." he's not really sure what he's apologizing for exactly, but he feels guilty and helpless watching you cry like this.

shaking your head, you wipe underneath your eyes and sniff, letting out a breath. "i don't know whats wrong with me," you mumble, letting out a weak chuckle. chanyeol gives you a small smile, taking a step closer to you. you take the risk of looking at him again, the urge to throw yourself into his arms tempting you. "why couldn't you just tell me?" you ask him, sniffing again. but you could ask yourself the same thin. why? seems to be the one question neither of you can figure out.

chanyeol lifts his shoulders and drops them before slumping against the building, mirroring your stance. "i don't know. i really don't. i felt—feel—so many things for you, so strongly, that i didn't want to ruin it or complicate it. especially if you didn't feel the same way," he says. the correction to the present tense makes your heart skip a beat, but also just makes you feel more frustrated.

"chanyeol, do you seriously think i just... kind of liked you, or something?" you ask, wiping the last of the tears from your cheeks. he shrugs and hangs his head when you let out a sarcastic cackle. "the way i felt about you scared the shit out of me. and since we're being honest, i still feel the exact same way. i can't even go a minute without thinking about you and wishing i could just go back in time so none of this happened." you're shocked that you found the bravery to tell him, but it feels like a weight has been taken off of your shoulders.

chanyeol blushes, and looks down at his shoes. "its the same thing for me. i really fucked up when i said what i said. i want you in more than that way, and i mean it. you mean more to me than just sex. i don't know why i thought i could even do that with you and not want more," you bite your bottom lip, his words settling in the pit in your stomach. the words are on the tip of your tongue, like they've been for months.

he beats you to the punch, nearly knocking the wind out of you. "i can't imagine trying to go through life without ever getting the chance to tell you that i love you. because i do, and i have for a long time, and i should have told you a long time ago."

"chanyeol," your voice cracks on the last syllable and tears immediately stream down your face again. his arms are around you in seconds, holding you tightly against him. chanyeol rests his chin atop your head and cages his body around you in a way that is just natural for the two of you.

you circle your arms around his torso and rest your cheek against his chest, letting out a deep breath and closing your eyes for a brief moment. this is all you've wanted, to be back in his arms, to be his, if not just for the moment.

"yeol," you mutter, pulling back to look up at him. chanyeols looks down at you and your eyes flick to his lips. thats all it takes for his lips to be on yours, one of his large hands cradling your head and the other around your waist. your palms rest flat on his chest before sliding up to grab onto the back of his neck to press him closer to you.

chanyeol backs you up against the wall of the building and presses your bodies impossibly closer, your hands sliding into his hair. you kiss him like its the last thing you'll do in this lifetime. theres a sense of desperation in the way you press yourself against him, but you don't care, and neither does he because all he does is shove his tongue into your mouth.

a whine leaves chanyeols throat when you pull away, and he chases after your lips. you blush and let him kiss you before you pull away again. you put your hands on his cheeks and look up at him, with what you can only image are heart eyes. "chanyeol," you say, gently stroking the left side of his face with your thumb.

"hmm?" he gently holds onto your wrist.

"i love you," you confess, and the smile that stretches across his lips is enough to make you weak in the knees.

"i love you." kiss. "i love you." kiss. "i love you." kiss.

you two stay like that for a few more minutes, pressed against each other. you feel his love for you in the way he holds you like you're delicate. you feel it in the way he kisses you like he means it, and you wonder why it couldn't have always been this easy and simple.

you've spent so long wondering why?, and you don't know if you'll ever find the answer, and for right now that is okay. because being back in chanyeols arms is enough.

[strqyr]

I seriously have to ask. Why on earth are you so determined to push the idea that somehow the ENTIRE HUNTER SYSTEM is toxic and painful and it needs to be thrown in the bin. When not only is Ruby's circumstances far more unique than those your typical hunter would typically face. But we have the vast majority of the main cast affirm that yes, they ARE Hunters, in an epic scene of awesome character development?

I get that Ruby is not in an okay place at the moment. She has trauma from Beacon and Altas that is not fully addressed. And her teammates have not reached out to support her in Volume 9 until her outburst (partly due to bad timing. Because holy shit did her backing away from Crescent Rose send alarms ringing in everyone's heads). But blaming the entire Hunter system as toxic and needing to be removed feels very, 'throwing out the baby with the bathwater', you know?

the system currently in place is a post-war concept. it is, at most, 80 years old. we know the world managed to do just fine without it, as before the war kingdoms were expanding and finding new grounds to settle. as a systemic group huntsmen and huntresses aren't needed: the main reason for the academies to exist is to defend the relics hidden in vaults within them, putting a huge target on them that the students meant to defend them don't even know about. same students who usually start training to kill monsters (and potentially other people as well, since that can be part of the job) at the age of 13. that's a child.

we're talking about a system that is basically churning out child soldiers. there's no reason why they need to graduate at the age of 21 instead of starting to train at that age.

we're talking about a system that has no way to actually keep track of all of huntsmen and huntresses to ensure that they aren't abusing their power. these are people who have trained in combat, who have unlocked their aura for extra protection, who can have special powers in form of semblances. these are people who have the power to arrest others. the power imbalance between a regular citizen and a huntsman is absurd. they are super-powered mercenaries who are also cops and if the one you've trusted your life with decides being a decent person doesn't pay enough or doesn't bring them enough joy anymore or whatever, there's not much a regular citizen can do against them alone.

and we have seen them abuse their power already. this is not a what if? this is a holy shit this is already happening. raven has been the bandit queen of anima for almost 20 years, people are terrified of her, and qrow only cared to amass a group to go deal with the tribe when he found out the spring maiden is there. how is this not a problem?

my point is nothing in the show is actually selling me the idea that the huntsmen system is necessary. just because there are few good eggs doesn't mean the rest isn't rotten, that there aren't issues that need to be fixed.

there will always be heroes, people willing to defend those who need help. but they don't need to have a title of a huntsman or a huntress to do so—clearly, since humanity was doing just fine before the war without the academies. and a town or a family should not be required to have enough money to pay for someone to protect them or else trust a goodwill of a stranger to care about them enough to help without a payment (especially when there's a lot of 'looking the other way, this doesn't concern me' going on).

the system isn't bad just because someone came out of it mental health problems—tho obviously that's bad too and should be reason enough to investigate what went wrong and how it can be prevented in the future—it's bad because from the viewpoint of a Regular Joe who needs a huntsman now, you either have enough money to hire a huntsman—and then hope the one you get not only arrives in time but is also actually a decent person—or you're fucked.

[thecameronchronicles]

Guys My Age

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Being Sarah’s best friend has always meant Rafe saw you as off-limits…until you become too desperate to remain as anything but an object of his affection. 

*Based on the song ‘Guys My Age’ By Hey Violet

Even when you dated someone else, you always wanted his eyes on you. His hands. His lips. Even more so now since you were anybody's girlfriend anymore. There wasn't the guilt of kissing your boyfriend only to imagine your best friend's brother or the need to think of him just to get off in any capacity, alone or otherwise. And this was all because of a single moment you had shared that altered the platonic existence you both harbored until then. A single space threatened with romance and lust through a moment's gaze held too long, a dance too close, and a near brush of lips to which he played off as being too drunk. But it lived in your mind since its conception. Specifically the way his fingers were trained to your curves that made you feel perfectly desired yet somehow still in charge of how far things would go. And that was what enraged your libido to beckon him that much further. That dainty touch of kindness and veiled carnality had been more than the most lustful and passionate with anyone else. Anyone your age. And it was enough to risk your relationship with Sarah all to learn her brother's touch…

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Anonymous asked:

omg i have an idea... could u do a smut based on the song "guys my age" where you're sarah's best friend and you're younger than rafe but u have the biggest crush on him and he likes u back...

*GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS ONE….*

Guys My Age

"You seem different…" Rafe spoke as you walked into the kitchen, his body bent over the island as you made yourself at home opening the refrigerator and removing a cold bottle of water from the side door and setting it on the back of your neck, offering only a shrug as a response as you weren't quite sure how to respond to him. 

"Maybe it's because you don't have that one asshole hanging all over you…The one that smoked too much weed and never left his couch…"

"Maybe…" Your eyes lingered on his, a second too long to be just friends, but always interrupted with the reminder of Sarah’s presence keeping you in these confines. After all, you weren't some new friend from school. You had known her your entire life, which meant you also knew Rafe. When he had braces and before you wore bras, prior to adolescence and that which followed, always on opposite sides of taking that leap to keep complications from rising. And he could do that just as much as you would. At least you could until today. Something was different from the air to the way you were almost egging each other on, and you wanted to push him as far as he was willing to go. 

"Kelce is going to ask you out, you know. Top told me yesterday." The conversation did little to hold your attention as you were otherwise distracted by Rafe's eyes directed to you. The heat of want and the silence of need had been enough to make your lips fight a smirk as you were both well aware of one another and this game. But where he thought of the future and how it was possible he could see beneath that this little bikini teasing him so closely, you thought back to that night. The way his hands fell around your waist, the way he pulled you against him as the music muffled and all you found as a focus had been the synchronicity of your breaths. Overall, the way he made you feel like a woman for the first time in your life. 

"Can you help me?" You asked Rafe as you found him halfway between the kitchen and the pool, resting at the frame but prepared to move at your words. With Sarah having answered a call from Top, you were left alone to the sudden, exciting, but fleeting isolation you found yourselves within. 

"What happened with him?" He asked shamelessly. 

"Honestly?" You bit your bottom lip at how desperately the words teased your lips. You wanted to tell him how nobody got your panties wet like him, how you could only ever come when thinking about him, but you also didn't want to appear desperate or embarrassed yourself it was unrequited. So you would tease this. 

"All he ever wanted was to go down…he didn't know how to touch me…and his friends were always around…" 

"Oh…" He didn't seem surprised by your words so much as the fact that you said them. But his body had relaxed behind you as he straddled the lounge chair and ran the sunscreen lotion beyond your shoulders and down your arms, finalizing on your parted thighs. 

"Was he any good?" You didn't hesitate before shaking your head. 

"You know I'd treat you right…" Those sweet circles on your thigh were now inching higher until his middle finger was at your clit, rubbing over the fabric or your suit as you bit the inside of your lips closed. 

"I would make you tremble before even touching you…tell you how beautiful you were…" His lips came to a rest on your shoulder, a soft kiss to your exposed skin, making your eyes close. 

"Tell you how I'd take care of you exactly how you wanted…"

"Rafe…" One of his hands moved upwards to your breast, teasing the hard nipple already at attention.

"Do you want that? Because I don't feel like guys your age know how to please you…and you know damn well I wouldn't stop until you were satisfied." You nodded. 

"Just say the word and I'll prove it-"

"Yes-" Before you could complete your response,  you were taken into the shed just beyond the pool. In the nick of time as Sarah returned, the door closed with your back pressed against it. 

"Anything you don't like before we start?" He asked, brushing a loose hair from your face, as you shook your head, desperate for his touch. 

"I just want to be all yours." Your words were everything he ever wanted to hear. He showed this in the way he would kiss you. Slow and steady with soft lips contradicting a curious tongue. 

"All mine means every part of you…as I want…" You nodded, eager, almost desperate, as he smirked. 

"We'll start slow…" He moved his hand slowly down your body and to your hips as he spoke, "But by the time you understand what you've gotten yourself into, I'll have had you in ways those boys couldn't imagine-"

"Yes…please…" 

"But we've gotta start slow…don't want to scare though, sweetheart-" But to this, you surprised him by moving onto your knees. He liked hid lips apart for only a moment before setting his palms on the door. 

"I can take it, Rafe…" You promised as you played with his belt until he was free enough to access before ultimately taking him to view. Even his cock seemed more mature, sleek in a way that was anything but in size, as he was solely intimidating. But lucky for him, all the guys leading up to him, which weren’t many, had all been practice for this moment. 

"I want those eyes to me then, baby….keep 'em on me while you choke, yeah?" You nodded, vulgarity altering any former kindness, aa he would wrap a hand to your hair as you took him almost gingerly behind your full lips. 

The second the warm recess of your throat was met, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Your ambition and enthusiasm was incomparable as it wasn't necessarily desperate, but it was eager. You knew exactly how to pump and twist, shift and pull, all while doing so in obeying those eyes locked to him. Even as they fluttered or teared, they had still managed to remain. 

He bowed against the door, mouth parted as only one one remained on the wall before him. 

"Keep taking me like that-shit!"

"Mmmm…" 

"Got such a pretty little mouth…look so good on your knees for me." He no longer cared to see those eyes. Instead, he wanted to feel your depth. Almost tethering you to the wall itself, you were taken in aggression as you were pinned between him and the door with only that grip tightening on your hair. 

"You're gonna take it all for a minute. Show me you're ready for someone like me, and I’ll give you all of me, okay?" You nodded, feeling him use you for his benefit. Eyes screwing shut as your nose came to tease his abdomen, you relaxed your throat, becoming more raw by the second, before ultimately being relieved of this pressure. 

"Fuck! You're so good with that pretty little mouth wrapped around me…For that, you've earned my cum in that tight little pussy, not down your throat like some whore…even though…" He brought you back to your feet and pulled you towards the table holding his father's tackle box. 

"Would be difficult to convince anyone else you weren’t…" He hesitated before using his body weight to get you against the ledge of the table. 

"Not that anyone else will ever get the fucking chance to know…" You couldn't fight the excitement across your face at the thought of wholly being his. Even if he wasn't the one to hold your virginity, you would give him everything else. 

"I have wanted this tight little body in my hands for so long…always teasing me…always so beautiful…" He kissed your neck before taking his grip to the backs of your thighs and hiking you onto the surface of the table at the center of the room as you gasped in amused surprise. 

"Bet nobody even knew how lucky they were…didn't know how to make you come by…." He pulled your Top loose in one effortless tug before taking the perfect breast at the rim of hid hand to lift it to his mouth. Tugging on the nipple, he teased it on that border between pleasure and pain before committing to sucking and licking as you mewled and basked beneath him. 

"Goddammit, how the fuck are you so soft?" He groaned. 

"Too soft. Almost untouched. Almost virginal…But I know for a fact with how you are on your knees that you aren't…But nobody has made you theirs fully have they?" You shook your head. 

"Skin should always be layered with marks and bruises…too beautiful to not have the accompaniments…But don't worry, I'll rectify it sweetheart…" Your eyes fought to roll as he pulled you tighter into him. 

"Gonna make you come in every fucking room of this house…got a lot of fantasies of both of ours to fullfill…but first, gotta get anyone else whose made you come out of that pretty little head-"

"Nobody has." You confessed as he pulled back in confusion. 

"What?"

"I've only ever been able to when thinking of you-" He suddenly retracted. His eyes, almost wide with anger, as his expression followed it tightness and surprise. 

"You…you mean mean tell me that you've let other guys fuck you and you thought about me? You've let them touch you and be inside of you and thought of me? Creamed for them when you wanted me?" He was now bent towards you, knuckles on either side of your legs as you nodded. 

"Bet you had to touch yourself just to feel something, hmm?" You nodded, "Well, now…" Your bikini bottoms were untied, a smirk of victory across his face once he realized just how wet you were for him. 

"All you have to do is ask…and I'll take care of you…"

"Please take care of me, Rafe…I want you-"

"How? How do you want me to make you come, baby?" He asked, a finger already penetrating you slowly, making a round to assess your feminine cavern, as you allowed your head to fall back in pleasure. 

"Rafe…"

"Bet nobody knew how to make you feel good this way?" 

You shook your head. 

"Nobody knew where to find-" Your hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist as he grinned wickedly back at you. 

"That spot…Oh yeah…that spot…"

"Oh my God…"

"Not even a toy can get it like me…isn't that right?" You nodded, mouth parting as he made you breathless at how that pull and pressure was deepened by a second finger. 

"Understand something right now. THIS body will be trained to mine. Yeah?"

"Please…Yours." Waa all you could manage as he quickened his fingers, bending and spreading them, before using his palm against your clitoral hood. 

"Yes….Ride my hand baby…let me know how they've let you down…how you know I can take care of you-"

"Rafe…"

"And keep saying my name as sweetly as that….yes…" He approved while marveling you beneath him. 

"Please…please…"

"Wanna come on my hand? Wanna make it nice and wet with all that cum all for me?" You nodded as he used his second hand harder in your hair. 

"You’ll get to... Those moans are making me so fucking hard I'm gonna come just hearing you come, so you get to choose baby…how do you want to come? Hmmm? Show me…" You pressed your hand to his chest and bent yourself over the table in a perfect angle as he cocked his jaw in disbelief. 

"I've always wanted it like this…" 

"Tell me. Tell me how you wanted it. I need to taste you…" He was lowered, eating you out from behind, tongue making lines between your folds, until he dedicated himself to that clit. 

"Taking me because you needed me this way….tearing my clothes off and just fucking me…"

"Hard?" He moaned against your skin as your fingers reached behind you and through his hair. 

"Yes!" 

"Fast?"

"No." He nodded into you. “You were passionate…”

"Then who am I to keep you waiting?" The presence of his cock between your folds would be only a tease before he would commit to the entrance of your sex itself. The second he would press that pressure inside of you, that line was crossed, those lines blurred, and you basked in it. 

"Shit, how the fuck are you so tight?!"

"F-for you…" You explained as he nodded. 

"Good girl. Telling me exactly what I want to hear…"

"I'm yours." He slapped your ass. 

"Mine to mark?"

"Yes!" 

“Mine to make tremble like this?” He asked, hand back to your clit as he brought you back into those familiar tremors. 

“Mine to fuck?”

“YES, Rafe!”

“Whenever?”

“Whenever.”

“Wherever?”

“Yours!” You validated in one final, desperate, breath, before he would pull you up to his chest. 

“I am going to make you come, but if you want to make me, it means you’re mine. Because I only come inside what’s mine…” You nodded, “That what you want?”

“PLEASE RAFE! I NEED IT!” You breathed desperately as he pulled the hand from your hair now around your neck for stability against his chest as his second sat along your hip and across the small space leding your sex, keeping you pinned. 

“Then make me come baby…open up that pussy for me and let me deep inside…let me feel what's all mine now…”

You nodded, relaxing as much as possible, but in doing so, feeling him take full advantage. Fingers in a slow increase to your clit and his thrusts increasing as he groaned and grunted into you had worked in a perfect symphony of pleasure and pain from need, edging, and withdrawal. 

“You wanna come?” He asked, breathless and domineering. 

“Please!”

“Beg one last time for me, sweetheart…” You obliged, doing so before he even needed to finish his request, all while you were left to bask in the way his touch knew your body forever this minute. His touch. His kiss. His breath. His body. Everything worked perfectly with yours as he taught and learned in the same degree, showcasing this in the intricate pull at your clit but the well versed tongue across your bottom lip as you moaned into his kiss. 

“Good girl, you know how to fucking take it, don’t you? You know how to make me come…you know JUST how to fuck me until I come…” He asked through clenched teeth as your body trembled to your release, his words too brazen to keep from spilling over your edge. 

“Your body was meant to be fucked by me, wasn’t it? Say it-” He ordered as you managed to choke out the words as you were taken to that high. But once feeling those walls clench around him, he thrusted harder and deeper, pulling one leg over the edge of the table to validate this, as you were taken back against him. 

“You’re gonna keep coming for me…keep fucking coming and screaming-” You couldn’t fight it even if you tried, your body bucking and shaking into tremors and shifts as you made it to the brim of another orgasm as he was on the edge of his first. 

“So fucking good, deserve all my cum…all this fucking cum for my girl, yeah?”

“YES…Yours.”

“Then take it all, baby…take it-’ He growled in finality, his load shooting deep inside of you as you were taken to that second, overstimulated, release, left trembling as he turned you to face him. 

“You even try to let anyoen else touch you and I’ll fucking kill ‘em…You’re mine now.” He gave a sweet kiss, contrasting his cruel words, as you nodded, watching him leave you in shredded innocence, to which you basked in knowing he finally made your greatest fantasy a reality. But you blushed in wondering how you were supposed to look him or Sarah in the eyes after this. 

Everything had changed…There was no going back…

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[littlemisssquiggles]

I'm not sure if you heard the news yet but rooster teeth is getting shut down by Warner Bros and Warner Bros is trying to sell RWBY off to another company at the moment

I hope that the people working at rooster teeth are able to get jobs or have jobs that they can help tie them over till they find new work for a while

And maybe if we're lucky when it comes to RWBY some company will maybe pick them up this year and will possibly get volume 10 by the end of next year or the year after that we'll just have to wait and see I'm not sure if they're still doing RWBY beyond that they were planning to do to cover some stuff that was happening with long and I but I hope the future for this franchise gets better and that this isn't the end

Hi there anon-chan. Yes, I have heard the news about RT shutting down. Heard it as soon as it came out yesterday. I just don’t have much to comment on the matter since I’m still pretty much processing it.

I mean, I’ve been hearing certain-certain Youtubers making bold statements about the end of RT for quite some time now; given all of its recent scandals. But even then, I still sorta wished to hold out on the belief that what they were saying wasn’t entirely true.

I mean, I know RT has definitely been under fire for a while but that was mainly due to the actions of some of the folks that were working in the company. And even then, I was of the opinion, that all the problematic people bringing the company down would just be removed, leaving RT itself to basically rebuild its reputation and get back in the good spirits of both its fans and potential investors; y’know what I mean?

Bottomline, I didn’t want to believe the possibility of RT shutting down since I thought they would’ve been able to make  a comeback somehow. At least when it comes to RWBY.

I’ll be frank with you m’fam. Outside of RWBY (and maybe Red Vs. Blue and Camp Camp; even though I haven’t caught up on those series since their earlier seasons), I have no other personal investment in RT.

I mainly followed RT for RWBY and the members of the CRWBY who worked on it. And even now, in light of the news of its upcoming shut down, I’m more concerned for what the future of RWBY will be beyond RT.

In respect to the CRWBY, I’m genuinely not that worried for them finding work since they’re all very talented creatives who are very, very good in their craft. So I definitely have high hopes for them scoring new work after RT. No doubts about that.

I have heard about WB trying to sell RWBY though; and this is where my main concern lies. I am worried about who RWBY will be sold to next or whether anyone will pick up the IP at all. I know some FNDM members like to hype up RWBY as this big deal series. However, the reality is, outside of the FNDM, RWBY honestly isn’t as well-known as some folks may think. Especially when you consider the fact that all the negatives of RWBY are talked about just as much; maybe even more so than the positives of it.

In the realm of potential buyers for RWBY, I don’t have high hopes for this because, isn’t this not what happened to  GenLock? Who do we blame for the fall of that IP? RT or WB? Didn’t they not “sell” GenLock over to HBO and they ended up butchering the hell out of its second season?

Either way, I don’t want the same to happen to RWBY. It’s already butchered enough by the way RT and its showrunners have been handling it since V3.

My one saving grace is a tweet from Dillon Goo. Apparently, he’s an animator who formerly worked on RWBY back in the days of Monty. Yesterday on Twitter, he expressed interest in purchasing the rights to RWBY to continue the series along with his team.

I don’t know how serious he is about this but I have seen some of his work and it’s actually quite good. I would rather RWBY go to the hands of someone who worked on the show and seems  genuinely passionate about continuing the series and its story as opposed to it going to some mega-money corporate conglomerate who are only interested in making money off the franchise and don’t really give a rat’s ass about its story or appealing to its fanbase.

As a long time fan of RWBY, all I want is for the series to be given to someone who actually gives a shit about RWBY.

Not just as a franchise name but as a story with characters and a world they genuinely enjoyed and wished to continue and expand upon out of a genuine love for it.  

Whether that’s continuing from where the original CRWBY Writers left off or rebooting the story from the ground up, I just want RWBY to be handled by creatives who care about it and want to tell a good story with it.

No senseless pandering that serve nothing for the story or appeasing the “woke crowd” or whatever!

Just telling a genuinely GOOD and CONSISTENT story with these characters and the world they live in.

I rather RWBY be handed over to a fan whose got the money, time and most importantly, the drive to keep the story going rather than another who just wants to milk it for its “brand”.

Ironically, this is what RT has sadly been doing with RWBY for the past couple of years. Since the dawn of its existence, RWBY has spawned books, comics, manga, videogames (console as well as mobile), its own movie (albeit it’s a crossover) and even its own Japanese anime adapation. All these different novelties that were supposed to help expand the world of Remnant and look how far it got it?

Pretty much nowhere because we got all of this expanded material for RWBY and we’re still nowhere close to finishing the main core story from the OG 3D animated series.

Speaking of, regarding the fate of RWBY Beyond, I’m not sure myself anon-chan. I was of the naive notion that since RWBY returning to RT and the debut of RWBY Beyond were announced prior to the news of RT’s shutdown that the company would still move forward with this move and it would mark the official send off for not only RWBY but the company that made it as well. That’s what I was hoping for and what I’m still hoping for since I don’t recall their being an official date for RT’s shut down.

We know the company is dead, we just don’t know the date of the funeral, basically. So until that time comes, I’m gonna innocently hope we still get to see RWBY Beyond before RT shuts down.

I can live with RT shutting down and even RWBY ending if RWBY Beyond is treated as the official final chapter to the story. But that’s just me.

~LMS (2024)

[mareenavee]

Tell us 10 things about your version of Teldryn! Inquiring minds want to know :)

Hello my friend! Thank you so much for asking.

This is good because while I know a lot about all of my POV characters in my fic, I know I've shared exponentially more about Nyenna and that perhaps I have worked on her backstory more than the NPCs that I've brought into this tale. I'll preface by saying most of these are going to be HC material based on the direction I wanted this character to go in this story.

So without further ado, 10 Teldryn things from my fic, The World on Our Shoulders. Do be warned, some of these do get a little deep. There's a CW/TW on #8, so skip if you need to.

1) Teldryn has a tendency not to think through his decisions as hard as he probably should, even after all these years. He lives very much in the moment, more as a way to ignore/avoid thinking about his past than anything. He does tend to want to move on to the next logical goal and doesn't see sense in lingering. Lingering or waffling can only cause more discomfort later on mostly. He's not a procrastinator generally. For a lot of reasons, this occasionally can be a point of contention between him and Nyenna, because she thinks too much about decisions most of the time.

2) Teldryn is not at all a fan of dragonflies. I have shared an in-universe example in this snippet here. There's no particularly discernable reason WHY exactly, as they are not harmful. Everyone has something. Nyenna hates skeevers en masse. Athis is disgusted by vampires. Farkas is nauseous about frostbite spiders. Teldryn does NOT want dragonflies to land on him or buzz anywhere around his ears at all. No thank you. The big bug eyes and loud wings and the weird long metallic bodies really sort of freak him out in ways other things just don't. (I love them personally irl lol)

3) He is a big complainer regarding cold weather. He hates icy winds, he hates when snow gets into his shoes, he hates not being able to see in bad weather. If his ears go numb with cold, then nobody will hear the end of it at all, ever. This despite living on Solstheim and in Windhelm. He travelled through Skyrim for decades of his life, too. And yes, all of those decades he had negative things to say about the Godsforsaken snow much to the chagrin of his patrons.

4) He never believed he'd ever be the kind of person who deserved love or kindness. He never saw a future where he'd ever be able to settle down. It affected his relationships, often by self-sabotage. He'd be the sort that wouldn't believe it when someone would profess their love of him because he couldn't see in himself why they would even say something like that. The closer they'd try to get to him the more he'd push them away until the relationship was too fractured to put back together. He might have loved or got close enough to it before, but his fear and self-doubt closed those doors before too long. Even then, it was nothing like really getting to know Nyenna. He might have been boastful and forward and bold at first -- but that was nothing new. He behaved that way with anyone (yes anyone) he found particularly attractive. It was more than that. It was a slow dawning realization that she somehow already saw the kind of person he could be underneath all the darkness. Despite all the complications of their situation, after that, he certainly did fall hard.

5) He knew Neloth in the 3rd era and is one of the very few people Neloth may possibly miss in an abstract, miniscule sort of sense should they actually be removed from Nirn. He can be considered one of Teldryn's close friends, again in that sort of almost indecipherable sort of way. Back then, Neloth really wanted to mess with the prosperity of house Dres and Teldryn somehow managed to convince him the best way to do that would be to join the Twin Lamps with him. Unheard of, really, for a Telvanni, let alone one as high up and curmudgeonly as Neloth. Teldryn takes that as a personal win even if Neloth wasn't in it to be empathetic and helpful, really. This secret has caused Teldryn a bit of trouble since then, however.

6) If he doesn't like working with a specific patron, he won't talk at all besides what needs to be said for survival, despite how chatty and boastful he normally seems. It's why sometimes people he'd worked for might say things along the lines that he's rude, harsh or that he's unfriendly. It's not the case, really, once you get down past all the swagger and chitin.

7) He never got a chance to cross paths with the Hero of Kvatch. He'd been in Cyrodiil during the Oblivion Crisis and actually did put his sword arm to good use, but they always seemed to miss each other. He never once saw Martin Septim either, at least not to the best of his knowledge. This was in his early years of being a sellsword in general and everyone was too busy with the Crisis to bother asking why he always hid his face behind a strange chitin helmet. At the time, that suited him just fine.

8) CW/TW: Implied Suicidal Thoughts and Mentioned Substance Abuse. Skip to 9 if you need to.

He spent a great deal of time and money trying to forget to the point of near self-destruction. Of course, with Corprus, he can't really die by disease or aging or even poison. He couldn't do it himself despite trying once or twice. He'd have had to get himself killed somehow. All he knew was that without any kind of purpose, he was absolutely unmoored. Especially around the time of the Red Year, he felt so much of it was his fault, a direct result of his actions, fated or otherwise, especially when word started spreading that the general opinion was that the Hortator abandoned Morrowind when he was needed the most. The guilt was unbearable. His go-to strategy to be done with it all was picking fights while massively inebriated. However, even on these extended benders, people mostly felt sorry for him and would drag his drunk and/or high self back to the inn or to jail to sleep it off. There was no honor in cutting down a drunk, especially one clearly in so much pain. Eventually, Neloth and Geldis helped him get back on track. He still struggles with the guilt and regret, but has come a long way since the Red Year situation.

9) He has a strained relationship with religion. He's not sure if he was played by Azura or if it was something more, but hasn't ever been able to shake the feeling that if he'd only done a few things differently, he'd never have gotten tied up in the Nerevarine nonsense to begin with. He'd never had been caught and arrested if he'd just paid a little more attention back before the start of things. The ambiguity gnaws at him, because he'd talked with Azura and he has Moon-and-Star and there's no real concrete way to determine where the lies end and the prophecy begins and just who or what is responsible for pushing him the direction he needed to be. It's also why he hates the term "Fate" but can't seem to find other vocabulary for all the coincidences he'd been wrapped up in over the course of his life. Azura doesn't speak to him directly anymore, but sends him little visions in his dreams once in a while that he generally can't quite determine the meaning of, usually regarding a decision he'd already made.

10) He didn't kill Vivec. He couldn't bring himself to do it, even after everything with the Ordinators. Even after everything with the Heart. Even after all the manipulation and bullshit that got him to the end of that path. Even after everything he lost by having to be this legendary hero, this paragon, the Hortator and Nerevarine. Azura had said he'd be responsible for the destruction of the Tribunal as the Nerevarine, but once Vivec was mortal again, death would come for him in no time at all. It wouldn't be by Teldryn's hand. And to this day, he has absolutely no idea where Vivec ended up or why and doesn't care to know. He will walk away if anyone brings it up in conversation, even if it's a bunch of scholars discussing history. He'd get into a bar fight over the mention of Tribunal worship. There's trauma there he's absolutely pushed aside.

[throughthejunobush]

Why I hate everyone in s5 (and a few things I like about some of them)

Clearly I’m invested in this season despite having about 0.000001% satisfying content (and I’m being very generous with the word satisfying here), but as the gif says, I’m in it, and when fictional characters treat our MC’s badly, I think the best thing for us to do is come together and rage about it so we can feel empowered in real life when real people treat us shitty.

So without further ado, a breakdown of the main LIs and what I like about them but mostly what I hate about them.

Suresh

Let’s start with the clear center of attention of this season. The one the writers desperately want us to be hung up on even though they refuse to give Suresh stans anything but abuse and scraps.

When the season started, I was all in on this man. He is incredibly hot, cocky, confident. I’m all about that. I have several fic ideas in my google docs on how to give this cheater a redemption arc. I was excited for Suresh to win MC back, hopefully in spite of all the gorgeous wonderful love interests that MC had to choose from…

What a sweet naive little baby I was back then. I will say that Suresh has some compelling moments. He says some really touching things. Even seems believable when he says them. But I quickly learned that even when you’re into him and ready to get back together, he pushes you away repeatedly, outright lies to you and any other girl he’s flirting with. He cheats on MC and takes a photo… A PHOTO of the girl, then doesn’t even have the good sense to delete it. Brazen! Then he tells MC it was a one time thing, he regretted it immediately, he couldn’t date anyone after her for a while, he never got serious with anyone after her. All lies.

And I’m no Arlo fan, but the way he treats her is seriously fucked up and shows his bad character. He acts super into her in front of others, then tells MC how she’s the only girl for him. Flirts with MC during his date with Arlo, in such a sneaky way that he makes Arlo believe that he’s flirting with HER. He even tells Arlo that he is completely over MC and that Arlo is the only girl he’s interested in, that he sees a future with her. No wonder this bitch is freaking out on MC all the time! Suresh is gaslighting the fuck out of her! To me, Suresh really lost all chance of convincing me that he cared about MC when Arlo starts yelling at her across the room because Suresh had been flirting with her (despite several attempts by MC to tell him to back off) and he just giggles and laughs like he’s having a grand ol’ time watching MC’s throat get ripped out. If he had stood up for her and told Arlo to calm down, taken the blame, I think I would be a Suresh stan right now. But he didn’t so I’m not.

Alfie

Ohhhhh Alfie. I wanted so badly to love him. He’s cute, charming, cheeky, seems to really like MC, he even understands the pain of being cheated on! He’s giving MC darling little nicknames (that he never uses when they’re actually coupled up). If you’re on a Dana route, he’s arguably even more endearing because he’s quietly pining after MC all that time while trying to remain a supportive bestie.

The first red flags with him were with Kat and Meera. He told Kat he only had eyes for her even though he’d been flirting shamelessly with MC the whole time. Then when Meera showed up, he was like, can someone please remove this bag of trash labeled MC so I can go sniff Meera’s perfect Barbie vagina?? He doesn’t truly want a real human person as a partner, apparently. He resents MC for having past relationships, and cannot DEAL, despite constant reassurance from MC. So when computer generated Meera shows up, who has no past to speak of, no drama, no impulse to challenge him or really do anything besides serve as a human laugh track to Alfie, he drops us so fucking hard despite telling us how special we were like two minutes earlier.

Inexplicably, he chooses MC anyway, and tries to act like he’s somehow being romantic? I’m sorry that I’m not swooning over your tortured moment of barely picking MC. I was all in on you and really liked you and you treated me like a burdensome problem you wish you didn’t have for the past 24 hours.

Well you know the rest. He tells MC he’s ready to commit for the rest of LI. He’s falling for her. He’s SERIOUS YALL. And then Kat merely alludes to MC just talking to Suresh, which Alfie already knew about because he left to let her do it, he runs off crying and shoves his tongue down his best friend’s girl’s throat so fast. The way he treats Finn is so fucking shady! What an immature baby Alfie is! He doesn’t want a real relationship. He wants to play pretend that he’s in love where everything is smooth sailing and his partner only exists to please him. Which is what he did when Meera came back A COMPLETELY CHANGED IMPROVED PERSON, after being away for like, 2…maybe 3 days? However much time it was, the Villa took longer blubbering goodbye to her when she got voted off (WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT BY THE WAY?)

Finn

Mostly, I like Finn okay. He’s pretty funny and fun to be around. But I don’t trust him. He’s been flirting with MC on the side the entire time and if I were Kat, I would be so hurt. I don’t like how he’s leading Kat on the believe that he’s all in on her and then telling MC she’s really the one he wants. Not to mention that he’s always like, hmm I like you MC and I can’t put my finger on why 🤔 uhh because I’m a hot awesome genius with the patience of a goddamn saint for not pulling a Carrie on this entire Villa??

That being said, in this fictional world, he might be the best option available in the next few weeks, so I’m not totally ruling him out.

Dana

Dana is arguably the worst character in LITG history. She is a bundle of contradictions. She’s your best friend and would NEVER mess with your ex (not that we asked her to do this, she VOLUNTEERS this information)… until she does mess with your ex and decides she wants to get to know him. She doesn’t want to get to know Eddie, except for when she does. She’s all in on MC and fancies her the most, except when Eddie, Suresh, Arlo, or Gabi are around.

She does all the same fucked up shit that Alfie did but she is extra shitty to MC during Casa, even though she actually had the option to talk things out. But no, she’d rather hump the leg of the girl your ex smashed your heart with, even though said girl is pathetically hung up on a guy who ghosted her and has spent the last several days announcing to the world that MC is the only girl for him (seriously, Gabi may be hot but she sucks, and not because she was the other woman. I don’t blame her for that). Even if you’re just friends with Dana, she ignores you the entire time at Casa when MC is reeling from being cheated on, YET AGAIN. And as soon as everyone is reunited and you have some SHIT TO SAY to about 15 different people, she drags you off to ask for advice and comfort because Gabi is being shady. Don’t care! You made your bed, go lie in it.

Nicolas

Jury is out on Nicolas. He’s hot and really nice to MC. I’m annoyed he hasn’t tried to touch MC’s boobs yet, though. And I’m nervous how they’re playing up his “love of drama”. I did think it was kinda cute when he’s like, I’m just trying to show you that your ex baggage doesn’t bother me. MC needed to hear that, and Nicolas is a schemer, but he’s the first fucking person to be on MC’s team and looking out for her. So he wins this week 🏆

I assume Johnny is similar, which is a shame because he had a very distinctive personality from Nicolas initially and sounds like they’re just melding them together or rather, giving him Nicolas’s personality.

Gabi

Full disclosure, i haven’t done any scenes with Gabi. Maybe she’s nice. I truly don’t blame her about Suresh cheating. I have no ill will towards her about that even though she seems to believe we’re competition. I do know that she was a bitch to MC when she came in, and that she is seemingly still hung up on Suresh even though he lied about her and ghosted her in the cruelest way. Which is annoying and sad. And she seems to be using Dana, which is also shitty. Doesn’t seem like a person I’d want to take a chance on.

Did I forget someone? If I did, they probably suck too.

[middleearthpixie]

Promise Me ~ Chapter Nine

Summary: Friends since childhood, Gabriella has long held back her feelings where Boromir is concerned, as she did not want to risk losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same. But, then he is summoned to Rivendell, and the night before he is to leave, he stuns Gabriella by confessing his feelings for her as well. 

But, war is coming and he cannot put off what he knows must be done. All Gabriella can do is wait for him and pray for his safe return. 

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Gabriella

Characters: Gabriella, Boromir, Aron

Warnings: unprotected intercourse, oral sex (f receiving) 

Rating: M

Word Count: 5k

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Previous chapters can be found here.

Sometimes, dreams do come true.

Gabriella smiled as she snuggled closer to Boromir. Part of her was unable to believe this had all actually happened. She’d imagined it again and again, but somehow never believed it would ever come to pass. Then she thought him dead and her hope was shattered beyond repair.

But now? Now, everything was different. 

He lay quietly beside her, his arm snug about her shoulders, her head resting peacefully against his chest, tucked into the slope where it met his right shoulder. Nothing had ever felt so perfect as this. His fingers had brushed along her upper arm, but little by little, the strokes slowed, then stopped altogether. He was asleep, his breathing deep and even, his sleep peaceful. Good. He’d earned a restful slumber.

She rose onto one elbow to gaze down at him. In sleep, his anguish, his loss, everything he’d been through seemed to fall away and as she just watched him sleep, he reminded her of the young man she’d met on the Anduin’s banks so long ago. She wished there was some way to stop time completely, to give him a bit of time to rest away from the realities of his new life, to let him remember that same young man. 

She had been all of thirteen years old that fateful day, and when he’d approached her, he looked so furious, that for a moment, she was genuinely frightened. But, having spent so much of her childhood in a tavern, she knew showing fear was never a wise tact to take. So, she stood up to the steward’s son as if it was something she’d done on a daily basis. 

He’d seemed surprised by it, but the next day, he’d come looking for her to assure her that the horse was just fine. In that moment, a friendship was born. To so many, he was the Steward’s heir, but to her, he was just Boromir. He was brash and handsome and brave and he looked out for her and for his brother and for the people of Gondor as a whole. He and his brother saw her as the sister they’d never had, and she was perfectly content with that until the day came when she’d realized what she felt for Boromir was far more than sisterly affection.

She couldn’t remember a time when she didn't love him. As the years passed, and each one found themselves in a relationship with someone else, something would always happen to cause that other relationship to fall apart. For her, it was always the sense of not being with the right person, not being as comfortable with any other man as she was with Boromir. No matter what, he was the one she always wanted to share good news with and his was always the shoulder upon which she looked to cry or lean. 

More often than not with Boromir, any woman he might have had an interest in always grew increasingly jealous of his relationship with Gabriella. He confessed one night about a year earlier that he’d been given an ultimatum where she was concerned. And that did not sit well with him.

But now, they stood on the precipice of an entirely new future and this time, she would not let fear get in their way. She had waited so long for him, for this moment, and she wished she had some way to make it last a bit longer as well, for it was better than she’d even allowed herself to imagine. With one finger, she traced along the rough stubble from his jaw to his chin. Normally, his cheeks were smooth and clean-shaven, with just the goatee, but it had obviously been some time since he’d last been able to shave, for he was well on his way to a full beard. 

His was such a fascinating face. And not only because he was so powerfully handsome (although it certainly did help) but because his features were bold and strong, and his dark golden-brown hair set off his pale eyes so perfectly. She could study him forever and not ever grow bored, would still find something new and fascinating about him with each day. 

She wondered about the scar on his forehead, though. It was only barely visible, a faint, slightly jagged thin line that began just above the inner corner of his left eyebrow and trailed almost to his hairline. She didn't know where he’d gotten it, only that he’d aways had it.

He stirred then, stretching, then wincing as he did, one hand reaching for the wounds on his left left as he groaned, “Ooh…”

“Are you all right?” she murmured.

His eyes opened slowly and for a minute, confusion clouded them. But then, he looked up at her and a smile curved his lips. “This wasn't a dream.”

“No,” she shook her head, “it wasn’t.”

“It was, though. For a long time.” Sleep made his voice low and husky, and the sound of it caused her belly to twist in an odd, but delicious, way. “I’d dream of you, dream of waking with you this way,” he went on, “only to find myself alone.”

She lowed against him, brushing a few wisps of honey-gold hair away from his forehead. “What did you dream?”

His smile went from sleepy to seductive. “I cannot recall.”

“Why do I not believe you?”

His eyes slid closed again. “If I told you, you would probably hit me.”

“Why?”

The linens rustled softly and she couldn't hold back her gasp as he suddenly came up over her and pinned her beneath him. “Because they were a far cry from the tenderness you’ve probably dreamed about.”

“Oh, know me so well, do you?” She smiled up at him, reaching to trace her forefinger along the bear medallion dangling between them. “I’ll have you know, my imaginings were not always hearts and flowers and tenderness.”

Perhaps it was but her imagination, but she’d swear his eyes darkened. “Is that so?”

“It is, indeed.” Her hand went still and heat crept into her cheeks as she held his gaze and whispered, “Since you left, they grew far less hearts-and-flowers, as well, and if I were to tell you, you’d never look at me the same way again.”

“Oh, love,” his voice grew huskier still, “I promise you, whatever you imagined, I will gladly do and I will never see you as anything but the woman before me now.”

She eased her arms about his waist, letting her fingernails trail lightly along his back, and smiled as he shivered against her. “Promise me.”

“I promise you, love,” he murmured, lowering himself until his lips brushed hers. “Tell me…”

He kissed her then, a slow, lingering kiss that she felt clear through to the center of her being, one that made her toes curl and her heart sing because it conveyed so much more of his emotion than he could most likely put into words. Boromir was a warrior, not a poet, and touch was his romance language, as she realized when his lips moved so slow and teasingly against hers. She’s never felt such fire in a kiss before, and without thinking, she tightened her arms about him to pull him flush against her, savoring the heat that wafted from his body to sink into hers. She loved the feel of him against her, the solid, muscled planes of his body fit so perfectly against the softer planes of hers. 

Her head spun, slowly at first, but then with more force as he broke the kiss to sweep hot lips down over her chin, along the front of her neck, which bowed of its own accord. He kissed down across her collarbone, and over the rise of her breast and when those unexpectedly soft lips closed about her nipple, her back bowed and her her breath hitched at the spark of pleasure that burst deep within her. The tingles radiated outward from where he teased her so sensually, filled her, made her limbs so languid, made her heart race. 

He moved so slowly, exploring her as if she was the most fascinating thing he’d ever encountered. Not an inch of skin was spared as he feathered kisses down along her belly, along the ridge of her hipbone, down along her thigh. He took the linens with him as he moved down her length, the air a warm caress against her bared skin. 

But she forgot about everything when he shifted and she sucked in a hard breath at the whisper of his lips along the curls between her thighs. It was the last thing she’d expected and as the fire filled her, she couldn’t hold back her lusty sigh. Her legs parted of their own and her fingers twisted—one hand in the pillow beneath her head, the other, she shoved into his hair and held on for dear life as his tongue swept through those curls. Fire tore through her with the first stroke and it only grew hotter with each caress. He was gentle, teasing her with each swirl, each flick, until she thought she’d go mad from the sensations he sent roaring through her.

Her fingers tightened in his hair. On the pillow. Her thoughts grew jumbled and wild, her voice husky as she breathed, “Boromir…” which seemed to spur him on. Her hips arced on their own, moving with him as the pleasure grew hotter and sweeter and threatened to blow her apart. 

Knots twisted deep within her. Her blood practically boiled, scorching through her veins as her head spun from the sheer madness of what wonderful things this man made her feel. With each stroke, each caress, he brought her closer to the cliff, held her there, suspended in time as the wave rushed toward her, gaining power with each passing moment. She squirmed against him, breathless as she trembled beneath him, as she could only whisper, “Oh… yes… Boromir… please…” as every fiber and sinew in her body tensed in anticipation of the sweet release of climax. 

Then it happened.

The dam burst, pleasure, hot and tingly, flooded her body, made starbursts erupt before her eyes as her back bowed and her cry rang out husky and raw. He continued to tease her as the bliss surged through her to render her senseless and left her almost crying from the sheer delight reverberating through her. 

The wave ebbed, and he gently brought her back, her breath impossible to catch and thoughts impossible to form as she sank into the bed sated and spent and almost melted into a puddle beneath him. 

Boromir kissed his way back up, along her hip, over her stomach. He swept a teasing kiss up between her breasts, along her neck, until his lips found hers once more and she wrapped herself about him. As he came flush against her, he reached between them and gently breached her with a low, throaty moan.

His first thrust had her clinging to him, her fingernails sinking into his back, her lips claiming his in a fiery kiss as she melted around him. He surged inside her, each thrust powerful and deep and driving her closer to that amazing abyss once more. She didn't even know it was possible to teeter on the edge of another climax so quickly, so easily, but he knew exactly how to touch her, how to drive her to the brink of madness.

He drew back to gaze down into her eyes, a seductive and sinful smile on his lips as he whispered, “I love you, Gabby…” breathlessly as he moved so easily inside her. 

“I love you, too.” She was equally breathless, her fingernails biting into him with more force as she tightened all around him. He also teetered on the edge, she felt it in the way his entire body tensed, in the way his eyes suddenly closed and a low moan tore itself free from his throat.

She met each thrust, gripped his sides with her thighs, raked her fingernails up along his back as he gave a maddening thrust that burst those delicious knots inside her once more. He arched hard, deep, and shuddered as he went over the edge and came with a low moan, tensing as he spilled into her. She welcomed him, welcome his release, throbbing and pulsing around him as his climax triggered her own and they moaned as one. 

Then, he sank against her, fighting for breath as he let his head come to rest in the curve of her shoulder. “My darling Gabriella,” he whispered, his breath sharp, hard blasts against her skin, “marry me…”

She smiled into the darkness, nuzzling him as she whispered, “What was that?”

He lifted his head, regarding her with smoky green eyes. “Will you? Marry me, that is. I do believe you and I have wasted enough time, don't you think?”

She reached up to brush her fingers through his hair, tucking it behind one ear as she said, “Are you certain? I mean, you’ve so many changes to deal with in so short a time.”

“I am positive, love.” He offered up that boyish smile that never failed to make her heart melt. “There is no one else I wish to spend my days with other than you, Gabby. My days. My nights. My life. Hopefully the war will end soon and perhaps then you and I can think about a family, for I should like to have children with you. I might be a bit biased, but I think we’d make some beautiful ones, don’t you?”

Her eyes stung and her lips trembled as she just gazed up at him. “I’ve never heard you speak like this, Boromir. Wife. Family. Children. These are not words I’ve ever heard pass your lips.”

“I did not know I wanted them until I was separated from you. But, by the time I’d received your letter in Lothlórien, I knew that when this was all over and I was back home, I wanted to make my home with you. If you’ll have me, since you’ve not given me an answer, you know.”

“Are you certain?”

He nodded. “I am, I absolutely am. Gabby,” he flinched as he withdrew and then carefully shifted to lay beside her, “there hasn’t been much light in my life. You know that. But, you have always been one of those lights and it took nearly dying for me to see that I not only wish to grow old, I wish to do so with you.”

She propped herself up on one fist, and with her free hand, traced a lazy circle across his chest. “I do like how that sounds.”

His hand came to rest on hers, stilling it. “So, will you marry me?”

She gazed down at him, at the face she had loved since she was a girl, into the green eyes that always made her feel so safe and secured and now held her with a love she’d never even known could exist until just now. This was something she’d dreamed of, but never truly allowed herself to think might come true. 

“Gabby?”

“I do love you,” she murmured, easing her hand from beneath his to bring it up and trace lightly along his jaw. 

His face darkened. “I sense a but is coming.”

“No,” she shook her head, smiling as she curved her hand against his rough cheek, “there is no but. Of course I will marry you, love.”

He visibly relaxed and his smile was brighter than any she’d seen before. “You had me worried, you know,” he murmured. “I thought you might turn me away.”

“Why? Have I given you reason to doubt me, Boromir?”

“Never.” The linens rustled softly and the bed creaked as he rolled and came over her. “Never in all of the years of our friendship, have I ever doubted you. You are everything to me, my darling Gabby. Everything.”

It was but a whisper, and yet she’d never heard anything so filled with fire, with passion, as his words. She eased her arms about his midsection, her fingernails grazing along his back. “I love you,” she murmured, trailing her fingernails down toward his hips. 

“Oh… love,” he breathed, shivering as she stroked up this time. His eyes closed, his head came to rest in the curve of her neck and he murmured, “If you asked me for anything at this moment, it would be yours.”

“I will keep that in mind,” she told him, trailing her fingers back toward his hips. This time, she reached lower, over the firm mounds of his backside, and when he actually moaned, she couldn't hold back her laugh.

“I never knew you were so sensitive,” she told him, her hands going still.

“Neither did I.”

“You mean, no other woman ever did this?” She lowered her voice to a purr as she dragged her fingernails over those rises again.

“If they did, I cannot recall it,” he managed to whisper back as his breath hitched and he shuddered against her again. “Oh, that feels so very nice…”

She smiled into the growing darkness. “You know, the correct answer is what women, Gabby? There’s been no one but you.”

He went still and lifted his head. “I thought you already knew that, love. What other women? There has been no one but you.”

Before she could refute it, he dipped to capture her lips with his and as he did, her urge to tease him faded into memory. Who cared who came before her when she was there now? It hardly mattered. Besides, she would much rather lose herself in his kiss than dredge up a past that no longer mattered, anyway.

The smell of damp, decaying leaves filled his nose as his knees buckled and he hit the forest floor. Pain consumed him, each arrow the point of origin for the fires in his thigh, in his chest. Fires that spread quickly through his entire body, that made thinking difficult, made breathing nearly impossible.

The halflings had stopped. He’d told them to run. Demanded that they run. But there they stood, rooted in place, their faces pale, their eyes wide, as the Uruk-hai fitted an arrow into his bow.

His head spinning, pain doubling his vision, Boromir saw two of the ugly orc before him. Saw the bow raise. The orc aimed for between his eyes. The kill shot. 

Gabby.

He saw her standing before him, the long, loose ringlets of her hair spilling over her shoulders. She fairly radiated peace and tranquility as she held out her hands.

The halfling with with her. Frodo Baggins with his saucer-like eyes stared up at him, those huge eyes filled with fear. 

“I know what you would say,” Frodo said, his voice only barely above a whisper as he stared up him. “It would seem like wisdom, but for the warning in my heart.”

“I just want to help my people,” he growled at the halfling. His gut twisted with irritation at the hobbit’s resistance. “I ask only for the strength to defend my people!”

The voice grew louder as it urged him to tackle the hobbit, to grab the chain about his neck and snap it from him. With the Ring, he could destroy Sauron. He could use it against Gondor’s enemies and maybe—just maybe—make his father happy. Make him proud. Perhaps then, he wouldn’t feel the need to berate Faramir constantly, to remind him that he could never share the pedestal upon which he’d placed Boromir. The pedestal that Boromir so desperately wished to topple from. 

Regret came instantly when the hobbit disappeared. But it wasn't regret at not getting the Ring. 

No, he regretted his weakness. The blasted weakness that propelled him to attack the halfling, to make him fear for his own safety, his own life.

He stared at that arrow now as the Uruk-hai drew back the bowstring. The fire in his chest, in his leg, burned like a wildfire raging out of control. Sweat bathed him. He was hot and cold at the same time. 

The string sang as it was released and the arrow swooshed straight at him.

Boromir lurched awake, managing to bite back his gasp as he remembered Gabby lay curled against him, sound asleep in his arms. He fought to control his breathing, his racing heart, and his eyes darted about wildly at first until he remembered also that he was no longer in the woods at Amon Hen, but tucked away in the safety of his own chambers back in Minas Tirith.

Gabby stirred. “Boromir?”

“Shhhh… love… go back to sleep.”

She sank back again him with a sigh. He waited a few minutes, then carefully disentangled himself from her and slid to the far edge of the bed to rise, then padded across the small room to the windows overlooking the city below. He didn't worry about being naked. No one down there could possibly see him so far up and if Gabby awoke to see him there, so what? She’d become intimately familiar with his body in the last twelve hours, so he minded not if she saw him, either. 

Smoke still rolled across the Pelennor Fields, although all was quiet. Fires still burned, and they would be dealt with once all of the wounded were brought in and the dead buried.

Dead buried.

He had no idea what happened next, now that his father was gone. He was but six years old when Denethor succeeded his father as steward, and could not recall what, if any, formalities came with the transfer of the title. He also found he did not particularly care one way or the other, either. In fact, if Faramir lived and wished to take over as steward, he would gladly step aside. He only wanted to marry Gabby and start a family and work to bring Minas Tirith back to what it once was and he did not need to be steward to do that. He just needed to give a damn. And he did. Let Faramir have the power. He would do the work and that was fine with him. 

The soft knock at the door made him jump and he swiped his robe from the wardrobe, wrapping it about himself as he hurried to answer that knock before his visitor woke Gabby.

“What?” It emerged as a harsh whisper as he glared down as the man who’d disturbed his peace. 

“I am so terribly sorry to disturb you, my lord,” the man on the opposite side of the threshold said, looking more than a bit nervous over having knocked on his door. 

“What is it?” Boromir knotted the belt. “It’s barely dawn.”

“I understand that, my lord, but… well… it’s important.”

“What is?” Boromir couldn’t keep the impatience from his voice. The last thing he wanted was for his unexpected guest to wake Gabby. 

“You are needed below.”

“For what?”

“There is a halfling below who has asked to see you. It seems he does not believe you have returned.”

Boromir straightened at that. “A halfling?”

“Yes, my lord. His name is Pippin and he has been asking Ioreth about having an audience with you. She’s been putting him off, but seeing as how you seem to be up and about now—”

Boromir nodded. “I will see him, yes. Of course.” 

“Shall I tell him when?”

“I need to dress first and then I will meet him in Denethor’s… no… send him up here, please.”

“Up here, my lord?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“And Miss Gabriella, my lord?”

Boromir smiled. “I will clear it with her first. And Aron?”

“Yes?”

“You tell no one that she is here, is that understood?”

“My lips are sealed, my lord.” 

“Good. Keep them that way.”

“I give you my word.”

“Send the halfling up.”

“Aye, my lord.”

Aron left then and Boromir turned back toward his bedchamber. He had to hope he could trust Aron not to sully Gabby’s name, although once they were married, it would hardly matter.  Still, he’d rather not have anyone gossiping about her, if he could possibly prevent it.

He padded back into the bedchamber, pausing in the doorway, leaning up against the doorjamb as he gazed over at Gabby, still sound asleep in his bed.

How many nights did he imagine a sight such as this? How many times did he close his eyes and wonder what it would be like to wake up with her every morning or fall asleep with her in his arms every night? He could never admit such things to anyone else, but he did imagine and he did wonder since he was more boy than man. 

And now, there she was, asleep on her stomach, her glorious hair spilling across his linens, the morning sunlight dancing along her pale skin. She was ever more beautiful with each passing day and he looked forward to the life they would build together—the life he’d been given the second chance at living.

But, if she knew what happened at Amon Hen, if she knew what he’d done…

No, she could never know.

She stirred, lifting her head as she squinted over at him. “Boromir? Is something the matter?”

“Not at all,” he forced a smile as he moved to sink onto the edge of the bed. “Did you sleep well?”

She offered up at sleepy smile as she eased onto her back and caught a handful of her hair to toss out of her eyes. “I did. What about you? Why are you up?”

“Someone was knocking at the door and I didn't wish them to disturb you.”

Her eyes widened, the sleepiness fading from them. “Did they know I was here?”

“I don’t think so, no.” He shook his head, unable to resist touching her cheek with his fingertips. “You needn’t worry.”

Her eyes slid shut slowly, and that simple movement stirred his lust again. How was that even possible, after the night he’d spent with her? She left him sated and spent and now, he just wished to lean in and feel her lips against his, just wished to eased her down onto her back and feel her beneath him once more.

So he did just that.

He felt her smile as their lips met and when she wound an arm about his neck to tug him flush against her. She was so soft, so pliant against him. It wouldn’t take much for him to lose himself in her once more.

It was his turn to smile as she caught the knot in the belt of his robe and tugged and he pulled away to whisper, “What are you doing, love?”

“Do you wish me to stop?”

“Not at all.” His eyes closed as she unknotted the belt and her hand slid along his inner thigh. Heat swirled through him, bubbled through his blood, and he bit back a sigh at the trace of her fingernails along the sensitive flesh. As she stroked upward, her lips found his, her kiss sweet and sensual at the same time, her free hand slipping into his hair. 

His head began a slow spin, gaining speed when she swept her wickedly soft lips along his jaw, toward his ear. He couldn’t hold back his shiver, whispering, “Oh, sweetheart… I wish I could but stay here but… oh, that feels so good…”

Her fingers slid higher along his thigh, and he had to pull back abruptly. “Wait… no… I—one of the halflings is on his way up here, Gabby…”

Her hand fell back to the bed. “What?”

“He asked to see me.” He reluctantly pulled away from her, which took every bit of will he possessed. “And I… there are some things he and I need discuss.”

Her eyes swirled pewter with concern as she sat up. “Need to discuss? Why?”

“Because we do, is why.” He stood and moved across the room to his wardrobe. “So, you are welcome to stay if you wish, but—”

“Boromir.” She slid to the edge of the bed and rose and he bit back a groan at the sight of her, the sunlight behind her, like an aura, highlighting the delicate curve of her waist, the shapeliness of her arms and legs. He had to look away or else he’d be powerless to resist her and Pippin would see far more than he’d bargained for when Aron brought him up. “Was he with you? When you were wounded?”

“Why do you ask me that? What difference does it make?”

“Well, I’m curious. There were no halflings in Minas Tirith before and I know you traveled with several, so I assume—”

“You would do well to stop assuming things you’ve no knowledge of,” he cut her off sharply. 

She held his stare, her eyes growing darker by the second. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me,” he growled, yanking open the doors. 

“I did, but I do not understand. Why are you angry with me?”

“Because you assume you know me better than you do.” He rummaged about inside the wardrobe until he found what he sought. “And you don’t, you know. You know nothing beyond these walls and those fields!”

“I might not know much about what has happened beyond these walls, but I do know you, Boromir! And I know at the moment, you are acting like a jackanapes! So, you needn’t worry about my bothering you or your fool halfling!” She whisked her tunic and trousers from the foot of the bed, where he’d draped them before they’d fallen asleep, and yanked the former over her head and the latter up along her legs. 

“Gabriella, wait—”

She threw up a hand as she marched past him, and he winced as the door to his apartment slammed and a heavy silence crashed down around him. An oath rose to his lips as he sank onto the edge of the bed and let his head fall into his hands. Fury knotted his gut, and all he wished to do was put his fist through something to alleviate it. He had to find some what to do just that, before he ruined the last good thing in his life.

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If y'all are curious, here's my writing after like not writing for years

No I won't be adding this to my masterlist as I don't plan on continuing it

And if you read this on my Wattpad no you didn't

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The smell of earl grey and biscuits filled the room as (name) typed away at his laptop, the day just starting and he refused to waste even a moment of time planning his boss' week.

(Name) was efficient, he prided himself on it, he had to be if he was going to be the esteemed principle of U.A's assistant after all. Orientation was currently taking place--hell it probably ended and he would be none the wiser.

He didn't even notice the door open before a light cough and sniffle alerted him to another living being in the room before looking up then down to see a short young man purple balls for hair sobbing before his desk.

"Is there something I can assist you with? Principle Nedzu won't be in for at least another 45 minutes, would you like me to take a message?" (Name) stated as he looked at the clock on the wall, keeping calm and collected as the grape haired boy cried out "A-aizawa expelled me! I want to talk to someone! I worked my whole life for this, he cant just expell someone on their first day!" Stomping his foot like an insolent child would, the teen expected sympathy or at least pity but he didn't expect a dead stare.

"Only one? Im quite shocked really, usually he expels at least three or four students, he likes to weed out those he deems not worthy of being in the class." The (Hair coloured) man said in a bored tone, having been used to this year after year from the underground hero and given permission to handle such matters from his boss as to not waste his time on "trivial human matters" as the stout claimed it to be. "I apologize but Aizawa can expel whomever he desires as the Nedzu has given the teachers the right to do so, though most teachers just give detentions or at worst house arrest in the dorms, thank you for bringing this to my attention as I will make sure to remove you from the student registry" his words baring zero sympathy as he continued "please leave your student I.D at security and don't worry I will be sure to inform them of your departure, I wish you the best in your future endeavours" (name) didn't spare the boy a glance as he already began filing out the necessary things to remove him from the student registry, the young man whom he learned is named Mineta left the room crying harder than when he arrived.

He wasn't hired to dally after all.

(Name) was 21 when he somehow managed to get this job, now the spry age of 27 he was used to the workings of the school and slowly became Nedzu's confidant and most trusted employee. (Name) grew to look up the the stout as a mentor and friend and was incredibly honoured that the being trusted him greatly as the commission had tried on numerous occasions to recruit him to spy on the principle and every time (name) reported these attempts to his boss without hesitation, not caring for the bribes they attached as his loyalty never wavered.

It wasn't long till he received a reminder that lunch had rolled around, assuming his boss had other business to attend to (name) rose to his feet, groaning as his bones cracked from sitting for a few hours and began walking out of the room and towards the teachers lounge.

Students had already began to return home or to the dorms and older students greeted him respectfully and he returned the gesture, finally make it to his destination, stomach growling in protest. He was rather unsurprised that teachers sat at their cubicle like desks, some eating while chatting with coworkers and some working on last minute class plans for the upcoming week.

Cementoss saw him first and waved quietly as he waved back, gaining the attention of the others in the room, including a sentient yellow sleeping bag. "HEEEEEYYY (NAME)! How are you doing!" Present mic yelled out, wrapping his arm around the quiet assistant who sadly (not really) got payed enough to deal with the banana mans quirk constantly popping his ear drums. "I'm doing alright, had to deal with a crying student--well former student before coming here, Mr. Aizawas latest victim" he joked softly, paying no mind as midnight wrapped an arm around his other shoulder "poor (name) constantly having to deal with Aizawas aftermath! Have you no heart Shou!" She yelled out with mock sadness as the black haired man rolled his eyes at her words and returned back to sleep, knowing fully well that (Name) in fact did not mind.

You see, the two had secretly been dating for quits sometime, roughly since the beginning of Aizawas teaching career, amazingly enough keeping it a secret from everyone save for Nedzu who had to know for legal reasons and because he had caught them sneaking a kiss from the security feed.

"It's not a problem really, I cant explain it but the student gave off not right energy and I don't think it would have been best to keep him here--that's my personal opinion of course".

Quickly he grabbed his lunch before leaving the room, sparing a glance at the sleeping man before bolting out.

The staff at U.A had accepted that (name) was a quite man, paying zero mind to his antics, knowing he means no ill by it, having had the time to grow used to it.

One on one, he made excellent conversation but with all the teachers in a room...it could be rather overwhelming.

But oh well, at least he had his food.

[ceciliatllis]

if you misinterpreted the show and fabien frankel’s CLEAR decision to portray criston as conflicted between being devoted to his code of honor/oath vs. giving into his feelings/infatuation for rhaenyra and somehow read that scene as him not reciprocating, you need to improve your media literacy skills asap because you are wildly off. not to mention the entire choreography of the scene emphasizes that she does have power and authority but that they have a relationship where he COULD say no (hence the slow removal of the armor, constant facial cues from rhaenyra where she was basically asking him if all of this was okay, and most importantly the decision to have her give him his white cloak as the camera focuses on HIM ultimately setting it aside and kissing her). anyone saying rhaenyra would have had him killed or removed from his position if he refused her are grasping at so many straws; that is NOT her character and he was not acting out of fear from that. he knows her better than that after years of being by her side. she has so far not been portrayed as a tyrant devoid of rational thinking who lashes out in extreme, cruel ways when she doesn’t get what she wants.

I actually love that this wasn’t filmed as a high-paced, impulsive, spur of the moment scene where two people are caught up in greedy lust and don’t realize the impact of their choices. unlike alicent and viserys, there are romantic feelings or at the very least attraction between rhaenyra and criston. I agree the show could have elaborated on it more but they did hint at a bond and showed that there was potential for something like this to happen in the future. alicent is lifeless, barely moving, and not an active participant in her scene with viserys; she cannot refuse him because she is his wife and queen and must obey. there is no playfulness or lightness in their relationship; it’s not even a “love scene” as there’s no love or passion present there. it’s someone exerting their “conjugal rights” over someone else and satiating their own sexual needs with no regard for the other person. rhaenyra and criston do not have this dynamic in any way so I don’t get the comparison between the two scenes from “some” people (aka men who are annoyed that their favorite show included a sex scene that didn’t treat the woman like she was a tool for male pleasure for once and are trying to find any fault in this despite not caring when actual abusive dynamics are shown on tv - very transparent what’s happening here). 

rhaenyra and criston are shown kissing, laughing, enjoying one another’s presence, and clasping hands as they embrace (an obvious and direct contrast to the shot of alicent’s hand in her uncomfortable scene with viserys that was meant to show she is alone and isolated in a passionless experience). the scene is filmed as a very romantic, affectionate tryst that has an underlying tension to it as this is not some meaningless decision for either of them. he’s not begrudgingly sleeping with her to “fulfill” a duty; there is genuine mutual desire there as most viewers noticed. if you hate sex scenes having a female gaze or simply didn’t see the chemistry (although difficult to believe as even critics have praised it as being a refreshing departure from the other sex scenes in this franchise), just say that and be honest instead of twisting it into something distasteful. but don’t act as if there weren’t two VERY willing participants in this scene because that’s not accurate.

[lazysailor]

35 Kayden

The mines are almost silent as Kayden sits on the ground, she can only really hear the distant sounds of people chatting. Tommie had gone to the bathroom and she had nowhere else to go really. But ever since they came back from cold springs, Tommie has been acting rather more controlling than normal.

She knew Tommie was already a bit controlling, but ever since then it just seems it had gotten worse. Before they would be by each other a lot but he would be fine with her being away from him. But now it's like he has to be constantly around her like some parasite. Hell she was surprised he didn't make her come to the bathroom with him.

As she sits there, she starts thinking about something that has been in her mind constantly.

Avery.

‘I know he didn't die’ 

‘He had to survive that somehow’

Before she knew it, her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a warm feeling on her cheeks. It was Sierra who was currently cupping her face as she had a concerned look on her face.

“Kayden, what's wrong? I noticed you're sitting here all alone?” She asks Kayden.

“Oh..Something just happened back at cold springs, that's it.” She tells Sierra.

“Well you can talk to me about it if you want.” Sierra says as she removes her hands from Kayden's face while she had a reassuring smile.

‘Should I really tell her.?’

‘I mean she's definitely more trustworthy than Tommie’

“At cold spring, there was someone I knew really well..” Shs starts off, “..But I ended up hurting him badly and I’m sure he was sent to a hospital because of that.”

Sierra without hesitation suddenly pulled Kayden into a comforting hug.

“Don't worry Kayden, I’m sure he’s doing fine now and I know things will get better in the future soon.” Sierra reassured her.

Her hug felt warm, she was the only person she had gotten a lot of physical affection from lately. She didn't know what to think of it but it felt nice being hugged after who know how long. She also felt a bit comforted by her words and she carefully wrapped her arms around her.

It was silent between them for a few moments as they hugged each other. Sierra seemed to like hugging her as she had a tight hold around her. While Kayden just felt awkward hugging her, her arms were just limp against her.

‘Is this how I’m supposed to hug people?’

Sure, she had hugged people before but it was all kinda without her thinking. This time she actually thought about hugging her and just felt insecure and awkward about it.

Sierra seemed to notice as she pulled away from her, separating their hold.

“I know you can make it through it.” She reassures her before standing up.

“I’ll see you later Kayden.” She says to her before walking away.

Kayden sat there and watched Sierra leave.

‘Don't worry Kayden, I’m sure he’s doing fine now and I know things will get better in the future soon.’

‘Will they really.?’

“I know you can make it through it.”

‘Well I know I can’

‘I just need to find a way to get out of here soon..’

..