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hoshigray · 1 year ago

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Satoru and Suguru having a competition over who can impregnate their sweet shared lover first, please?

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh my goodness???....you got my attention.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - canon divergence; implied geto is still a jujutsu tech sorcerer - satosugu taking turns with you - kissing; making out - lotus (geto) + eagle (gojo) positions - breeding kink - scratching - multiple orgasms - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, of get tf up) - cervix fucking - creampies - clitoral play (swiping) - pet names (angel, baby, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetheart) - humor - mention of drool + heavy depictions of come/semen.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

“Oooh—Haahh! Ohhh, God, Suguu, y’ feel so good…!”

“You feel good, too, princess...Hgghh! Shit, Y/n—“

“Yo, can you hurry it up? You know I’m not a patient guy, Suguru.”

Gojo sucks his teeth while watching you get it on with Geto. It was one of those nights when they’d come home and surprise you together. Usually, one would be assigned longer shifts or missions (that one mostly being Gojo), and the other would return home to eat dinner and sleep with you. But there would be those days when they’d arrive home in unison and try to do whatever they can to have you enjoy these rare moments with all three of you.

Sometimes, it would be Gojo taking you guys to some delicious café that sells parfaits that you’d probably like or Geto having the idea to have lunch at the park and enjoy the sun together. But, of course, there’d be those days when simply being inside the apartment, talking about each other’s day, watching a random movie, and then snoring while spooning would suffice. Because it doesn’t matter what they choose to do; all three of you being at the same place is always the best!

Tonight, however, was one of those nights where they’d pull you aside, drown you in kisses and gropes, and carry you to the bedroom for a more intimate occasion. For tonight, Geto and Gojo wanted to fuck you in the hopes you’ll be with child. And what better way for the two best friends to go about such an eventful issue than by a competition to see who can fill you up the most?

Suguru has you propped on his crossed lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands kneading your asscheeks as you bounce on his cock and wail out his name in pretty notes. This was about the third round of the night, your cunt wet and filled with both Geto’s and Gojo’s cum. The fluids stream down with every jump of your hips from the base of his girth to his balls, the sounds of your union so filthy with the groans and moans that bounce around the bedroom walls.

Geto sighs and burrows his chin into your shoulder. “Hahhh, oh, stop your crying, Satoru. You finished your turn and didn’t hear me heckle while you and Y/n were doing it.”

The white-haired man grunts with more complaints, to Geto’s dismay. “Yeah, well, I’m not the one who takes longer to finish,” he persists, even if his raven-haired friend frowns. “I don’t want you to be the reason my dick falls asleep.”

“Tch, what you should be worrying about is finishing too quickly when it’s your turn. You act like being faster is better…Heh, maybe you can’t handle Y/n better than I do.”

“You son of a—“

“Hey now,” you’re the one who mediates the growing childish tension between your husbands, turning your face to lock Gojo in a spell with your gorgeous, hooded eyes. “Be nice, Toru; it’s Sugu’s turn now, so you can have me however you want when we’re done here, okay?”

Like a heart-struck fool, pink shades creep into the helix of Gojo’s ears as he happily complies with your request. “Okay, my princess.”

Geto rolls his eyes at his friend’s display; what a total loser. As if he has room to talk because once you turn back to face him and kiss his cheek, his breath hitches. “Come on,” you whisper. “Don’t let him ruin your fun.”

The dark-haired one chuckles before claiming your lips with his, “Wouldn’t dream of it, angel.”

As you two kiss, you rock your hips more to create a steady rhythm on top of Geto. His girth stretches your vagina nicely, and with his pulsing veins, you can feel them rub on the velvety texture of your inner walls. It’s good that the pace is at a respectable tempo, allowing you to feel him at your wits and pleasure truly.

But the best part of this position is how easy it is to stimulate your clitoris. Every time you rock your hips against Geto’s, the bulb rubs against his body and has your frame jolting. It feels so fucking good, having your cunt stuffed with his girth member and graze your walls deliciously while your precious button is being pressed.

The pacing soon goes in sync, his subtle thrusts as you bounce your ass on him while kissing. Your mewls are taken by his hungry lips, sucking on your tongue to evoke more cute noises, your hand coming to the back of his head to massage and grab strands of his onyx hair. He’s so romantic with you and your body, the position making this intimacy so much more personal. Your chasm frequently clamps on his cock when you pull your waist up, making the man below you hiss at the grip.

He breaks the kiss, “Shit, you tighten around me so nicely…”

“Really?” You giggle, laying more kisses on his cheek and ears. It sends shivers down his spine.

“—Khhh, damn it, I can’t...” Suddenly, Geto thrusts upwards in a faster notion, and you scream to hold on quickly and follow his cadence. “Fuck, you feel too amazing, sweetheart…!” You can’t reply to him appropriately; your only responses are narrowed down to high-pitched whines and squeals. His hands wrap around your back to keep your body close as he chases his climax, his hot face melting with the sweat of your shoulder while he pushes his cock to meet your cervix. “Hmng! Hmmnn, I’m gonna cum, baby…!”

“Ohooo, me too, Sug’ruu, me—Tahhh! Ohhh, Jesus…!” Your clit keeps bumping onto Geto, your nerves getting activated with every rut. Shaky moans leave your puffy lips, and your hand scratches his back at every jab of your delicate cervix. You bring him in for another kiss – this one a lot more rushed and steamy – and your orgasm hits you both from the erratic speed of your hips.

You two sigh heavily into each other’s mouths, your body sinking into Geto’s gentle hold as his cock ejaculates his semen into your throbbing slit. His hands massage your back while his pelvis rolls to grind his dick and have your walls clench onto him more.

With a soft sound, you remove your lips from his, smiling gently while you brush his bangs off to view his left eye. “You love to finish strong, Sugu.”

He chuckles before kissing your nose. “Can’t help it if you drive me crazy, my love—“

“Alright, round’s over!”

Before Geto knows it, Gojo’s already on the bed, yanking you off his best friend’s lap and laying you down with your back to the sheets. He voices his discontent, trying not to appear too upset. “Excuse you? Can’t let me have a moment?”

“Nope!” He shoves a middle finger to Geto’s face, and the black-headed one almost pops a vessel. “I practically went limp after watching you two for so long. So obverse from the side and let me have my fun.”

“So annoying,” Geto mumbles under his breath, yet the milky-haired one chooses not to listen with a huff and places all his attention on you.

“Now,” Gojo turns to you with half-lidded cerulean eyes, a smile beaming too much that his dimples show up. He spreads your legs to evince your messy chasm; Geto’s come spilling down to the crevice of your butt as he massages your inner thighs. Fuck, so fucking nasty, it had him bite his lip. “You ready for more of me, baby?”

You titter, bringing your legs up your chest and spread to a V-shape. “Yes, Toru, thank you for being patient.”

He snickers while pushing his glans to meet your soapy folds, humming when the excessive come lubes your labia sufficiently for his cock to be inserted. The hug of your walls makes him moan, and you jerk as his left curve scratches the plush itch. “Fuuuuck, so warm and tight for me, baby.”

His arms support your legs in the air, and the position allows him to initiate with slow thrusts. Your purr at his movements; the curve has you howl with every push, stretching your pussy when he propels himself into you and rubs the upper wall of your vagina. Oh God, feels so fucking good…

You peer to where his dick is plunging into your cunt, silently awing at the mussy display of cum ringing around the base of his shaft and stringing to where your folds are. Holy shit, you chew on your bottom lip and move a hand to finger your clit, silently howling at the swipes you dance around your bud. “OhhhGod, hmmmm, right there…”

Gojo looks down and sees what you’re doing, and he chuckles, “Shit, you enjoying yourself, pretty girl? Hmm?” He ruts into you with sudden haste, and an abrupt hit to your cervix has you almost choking on air. “Like being filled up, huh?”

“Ahhh, y–yesss, I lov—Mmmph!!” He grinds his pelvis down, drilling his length deep inside to scuff your smooth walls. “I love y’r dick so much, Satoruuu…!”

“Awww, look at you playing with yourself,” the view excited him more, increasing his speed to pound into you. You cry out at the poke of your cervix, clamping onto him in response. “Ahhhh, there it is,” he coos while adding more weight onto you, making his rocks precise where he wants to hit. More shrieks fly out your lips, “Wanna be bred so bad, princess? Want me to fill you up again?”

Your head aches, ears ringing from the sloppy sounds of his dick rutting inside you, his balls smack your grundel with every push. “Ahhnn, mmoohhh, ye’sss,” you whisper.

“C’mon, angel, let me hear you.” Gojo places his forehead on your sweaty one, azure eyes examining your expression in a haze. “You want—Nnngh! Fuck…Want me to fuck a baby into you, yeah? Make you a mama? ”

“Yess, ’Toru, yesss!! Give me y’ur babiess, make me all fat and full!!”

“Heh, good, pretty girl; so good for—Khhckk!! Shit, shit, I’m gonna cum…” He brings his lips to yours, moaning to the kiss with you while his hips turn up to a volatile rate. Your whimpers are sucked and drunk by him, your eyebrows furrowed from the cyclical hits to your cervix and rubbing on your silky tunnel.

Your arms come around to his shoulders, beckoning him to deepen the kiss as your body gets ready for the orgasm that hits you like a train. Trembles climb up your frame, whines muffled, and drool slips out your mouth down to your chin. Your cunt contracts around his length, milking him into his own release and filling you with his essence, adding to the pile that squelches and trickles down to the sheets beneath you.

Gojo nibbles on your lip as he pumps every last bit of his load into you, his tongue twirling with yours until he removes his face from yours. He smiles, dimples greeting you with disheveled strands of snow-white hair sticking to his forehead. Too distracted by his charm for him to sneak in more harsh thrusts to your aching frame.

You gasp aloud, “—Ohooo! Satoru, nooo! I’m too sensitive nowww..!!”

“Mmmm, sorry, princess,” an apology with a smile doesn’t match, placing a kiss on your forehead as you wail for him while he ruts into your vulnerable slit. “You just feel too good, can never get enou—Owwww!!”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Witness to the entire thing, Geto smacks Gojo with a house slipper before pulling him off you and throwing him to the side. The blue-eyed man looks at the other with an annoyed face. “I should be asking you the same thing, you psycho; what’s with the assault!?”

“Did you forget? Your turn is up,” indigo eyes narrow with a dark glint. “So why are you still moving?”

“Oh, quit yapping, giant earlobes! Can’t a guy squeeze in a few more before I get off…Or what, you scared I’d make them pregnant first? Your frail soldiers can’t compete with mine, is that it?”

“Hah, you tell me, blue-eyed snowflake; you’re the one still trying to fuck into them like you’re afraid your load isn’t enough. Poor guy; can’t be a sore loser too early, now.”

“Choke on my dick!”

“You first.”

The two bicker back and forth while you observe, unable to find the right cue to intervene as you’re still in a daze. You sit on your side, feeling the liquids inside you exit your frame and slide down your thighs.

As they fight, you remember that you had forgotten to tell them that you took a birth control pill earlier today after they texted about returning home together. It wasn’t until after dinner that they said they wanted to try and fuck and fill you to the brim, practically dragging you to the room before you could utter a word to them about the contraceptive.

…Oh well, surely they don’t mean to have a baby right this moment. Plus, there will be other times! So, for now, you watch your husbands argue before you while shaking your head with a smile.

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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dazedhyu · 5 months ago

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Focus 𓂃 💧 ldh

:¨ ·.· ¨: paring ー ex!haechan x fem!reader (ft 7dream)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : angst, smut, slight noncon (he pressures her into consenting at first), light exhibitionism, fingering, oral (fem rec.), mentions of cheating, pet names (angel, princess, etc), lmk if i missed any ^_^

★彡 5.9k wc!

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : my first post here :D!!! this is the second fic i actually decided to attempt to write.. so im so so so sorry if the pacing is off or the writing is weird LMFAO,, it took me way longer than id like to admit to finally finish this.. literally has been in my drafts since july of last year 😭 this was supposed to be inspired by focus by nct 127, unfortunately though i definitely went a little off track.. hopefully whoever reads this enjoys it as much as i do!! any and all feedback is welcome :3 psa.. though this was proof read like 89 times pls ignore any spelling errors im dyslexic ok

It’s been almost a year since you and Haechan broke up. You’ve spent every second since despising him. You hate the way he steals glances when he thinks you won’t notice. You hate the way his voice still lingers in the back of your mind when the room is too quiet, and more than anything, you hate how much you still find yourself craving the warmth of his touch at times.

You do your best to ignore him. You guys share the same friend group and hang out often. The last thing you’d want to do is make your shared friends feel tied up in your weird relationship drama. But it was hard when Haechan would joke around with them and slip in snide comments about you, glancing over at you with that stupid shit-eating grin plastered on his face, desperately trying to get a rise out of you.

Though you’ve convinced yourself you’re over him, completely given up, you sometimes wonder if he ever stops hating you. If, for even a second, he lets himself remember what it was like before everything fell apart. If he ever regrets the way he cheated on you and left you confused, and broken.

As the long-awaited spring break weekend arrived, you and your six friends — plus Haechan — found yourselves at Chenle’s summer estate, a secluded getaway nestled between towering pines that you all tended to visit every vacation you got. The midday sun filtered through sheer white curtains, casting warm patterns across the wooden floors of your designated room.

You wasted no time unpacking, barely bothering to fold your clothes as you stuffed them into the nearest dresser. The trip had only just started, and you already knew you wouldn’t be spending much time in this room, not when the sun was high, the water was cool, and the pool was calling your name.

Slipping into a simple black bikini, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. Satisfied, you grabbed your phone and headed for the door, the distant sound of laughter drifting up from downstairs. Voices overlapping, doors opening and closing. It was familiar, easy, the kind of noise that made the place feel lived in.

You exhaled, relaxation finally overriding your system. You were here to enjoy yourself, and nothing, not even the lingering tension of past mistakes, was going to change that.

In the kitchen, Mark and Renjun were hunched over the island, deep in some conversation you didn’t care enough to eavesdrop on as they cut up fruit. Everyone else was out by the pool, laughing, sunbathing, and just having a good time overall.

Everything felt easy, weightless, like nothing mattered beyond this weekend, beyond the warmth of the sun and the cool relief of the water.

Unfortunately for you, though, you saw him, and your mind immediately started to wander.

Haechan sat at the edge of the pool, legs submerged, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared out at the water. There was something detached about his gaze, like he wasn’t fully there. Like he was completely lost in thought about something else.

You rolled your eyes and turned away before you could linger too long. You hadn’t spoken to him once since getting here, and you weren’t about to start now. It was bad enough you had to share this weekend — just like every other moment with your friends — with him. He wasn’t going to ruin this for you. Not like he always did. You refused to let him get under your skin whatsoever.

Without a word, you walked past the kitchen, past the open doors, and stepped onto the sun-warmed patio, quietly taking a seat on a secluded sun lounger. The laughter, the sunlight, the cool water, all of it should have been enough to soothe you. And for the time being, it was.

You weren’t going to let him be the thing you noticed most.

A few hours had passed, the sun just barely starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the patio. You and your friends were deep in discussions. Yet, despite the carefree energy surrounding you, your attention kept flickering toward the empty space where Haechan should’ve been.

You hadn’t seen him for a while now — not that you cared, but you could definitely tell something was on his mind, slowly eating away at him. Usually, he would do everything in his power to irritate and annoy you, take every opportunity he had to glare so intensely you swore he was trying to burn holes into your skin, but today he was quiet. Too quiet.

You told yourself it didn’t matter, that he’d probably just had a rough day and called it quits, going back to his room. Yet the longer you sat there, the more you found yourself unconsciously searching for him.

Shaking off the thought, you stretched your arms above your head, sighing as the stiffness from sitting too long settled into your shoulders. Deciding you needed a break, you made your way inside, stepping into the dimly lit kitchen. The faint hum of the fridge filled the quiet space as you reached for a glass, the cool sensation of condensation forming against your fingertips while you poured yourself a drink.

Just as the first sip of cold juice touched your lips, a sudden grip on your hips sent a sharp jolt up your spine. Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the glass as a shiver coursed through your body. The grip was firm, possessive even, harshly pushing your back against their chest.

For a split second, your mind raced. The silence behind you felt heavy, the presence lingering close. Immediately, you knew it was Haechan, the fear in your body being quickly overridden with irritation as you grabbed his wrists and forced his hands off your body.

“Don’t touch me, Donghyuck.” Your voice was a weird mix of soft yet stern, it only made his smirk grow wider. His hands immediately moved back to your hips, fingers digging in so harshly you were sure it would leave bruises. A small hiss slipped past your lips before he rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“Why not? I know you miss my touch, baby.” He whispered sweetly, his hands pressing you further against him. Your ass flush against the bulge in his swimsuit made you wince, the pressure of his fingers digging into your hips sent an intense pain through your body. You hesitated for a second, your breath catching in your throat, before you reluctantly set the cup down on the counter.

“No need to get all dumb and quiet, you're shaking so much… just let Hyuckie take care of you the way he always did. Yeah, angel?” He spoke again, his hands abandoning your hips to slide down to your thighs, gripping them tight as his lips pressed hot, hungry kisses down the back of your neck and shoulder. You shook your head, a small, desperate "no" slipping from your lips, barely more than a breath.

Too many emotions surged within you, too disoriented to make sense of them all. A mixture of irritation, confusion, and fear gnawed at the pit of your stomach. You could feel the heat of his body behind you, his every movement making your pulse race even faster.

Something inside you screamed to get away, but another part of you… made you hesitate, made your mind make excuses telling you to stop trying to squirm out of his grasp. Maybe it was the slight yearning you've had for his touch since you've broken up, but you couldn’t admit that to him. Let alone yourself. You hated everything about this interaction, it made you sick to your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to get away and forget all about it. Everything about this made you feel so vulnerable.

“No? Not something my pretty girl would say… You don’t have to lie, baby, I know deep down this is what you want. Isn’t it, yn?” He spoke smoothly, his voice low and almost commanding.

You hated the way his words rang in your head, you especially hated the way your body reacted to his voice. Your legs subconsciously squeezing together before your breath caught sharply in your throat once more, feeling his hand slide from your thigh straight to the lining of your bikini bottoms.

Gently yet urgently he tugged the cloth aside, the cool air brushing against your warm core making a small whine leave your mouth. He chuckled deeply ー his fingers wasting no time circling painfully slow motions to your swollen bud.

"C'mon, angel, say it." He cooed softly into your ear, his chest somehow pressing even more into your back. His breath, warm and unrelenting against your skin, it made goosebumps rise across your arms and legs. You felt a chill despite the heat of his presence, your body instinctively tensing under his touch.

You knew, deep down, that no matter what you said, he wouldn't stop. That was how these situations always played out after all. But you also knew Haechan, you know the one thing he hates most is not getting what he wants, the thought of saying no and the lingering uncertainty of what he might do next made your stomach churn.

Not knowing what else to do besides pray that one of your friends outside just a few feet away would walk in and end this before it went any further. You hesitated, your body trembling ever so slightly as you nodded, almost unwillingly.

“I… I want this,” you murmured, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them. “Hyuck…”

He hummed softly, his warm breath fanned against your skin, sending another shiver down your spine as his lips trailed lower, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. His pace was slow, deliberate as if he was savoring every reaction he pulled from you. His teeth grazed the delicate skin just below your jaw, a teasing bite followed by the soothing heat of his tongue. All simultaneously followed by his fingers moving faster against your poor clit.

A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound low and pleased as he tilted your head further to the side, exposing more of your neck to him. His hands, warm and pace steady. You did everything in your power to fight back the little whines and moans escaping your lips, you couldn’t stand how much you loved the way he touched you, you wanted to hate this, wanted that escape still but your body completely told him otherwise. Your legs slightly shaking and hands tightly gripping the counter in front of you.

Your noises had him smirking against your skin, his grip on your thigh tightening as he pulled you closer like he couldn't stand the thought of any space between you. His hips now rolling against you in his own desperate but steady motions.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, voice dipping into something lower, rougher. His teeth grazed over the fresh mark he'd left on your skin, a silent claim, before he moved lower, trailing kisses along the curve of your shoulder.

His hand on your leg slid up your back, fingers tracing lazily over your spine before tangling into your hair. He gave it a soft tug, guiding your head back just enough for him to meet your gaze. His eyes were darker now, half-lidded as he studied you the way your lips parted, your chest rising and falling a little faster than before.

"You're always so sensitive," he spoke, his voice dripping with amusement as he added more pressure. The pads of his fingers rough against your clit made you whimper louder than intended. "You need to be quiet, baby. Want all our friends to hear how good i make you feel?"

You weakly shook your head, your mind far too dazed to comprehend anything he was saying. The heat between your legs was unbearable, every nerve in your body still buzzing from his touch. But before you could even catch your breath, the sound of the patio door sliding open made your stomach drop.

Haechan didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, his hands were off your aching clit and immediately readjusting your swimsuit bottoms back into place, hands pulling away from you like he hadn't just been driving you insane seconds ago. His expression didn't falter, not even a flicker of guilt or hesitation crossing his features as he reached for your glass on the counter, bringing it to his lips as if this was just another casual moment.

Renjun barely had time to take in the scene as he stepped inside, his gaze flickering between the two of you. His eyes briefly landed on you— your messy hair, your flushed cheeks, the way your arms instinctively wrapped around yourself like you were trying to shrink into the background. Embarrassment weighed heavily in your posture, but Haechan? He was completely unbothered, standing there with the same nonchalant douchebag grin you were used to seeing him with.

Renjun blinked, his confusion evident for a moment before he shrugged, deciding not to question it. Haechan, who was proud of himself for getting away with this, stepped away from you with an easy stretch, barely sparing you another glance as he made his way past Renjun.

And just like that, he was gone, slipping back outside to join the others without so much as a second thought, leaving you standing there messy, breathless, and weirdly turned on.

For the rest of that night and the entire next day, you did everything in your power to avoid Haechan. The situation alone left you unsettled, a shiver running down your spine whenever you thought about it. You hated everything about it — the way it happened, the way it made you feel. But what you loathed most was yourself. How you let him take advantage of you like that. How fear had rooted you in place, keeping you from standing your ground.

Now, late into the night, the house was quiet. Everyone had retreated to their rooms, either fast asleep or winding down from another relaxing day. But you were restless. Lying in bed, replaying everything over and over, had become unbearable. Eventually, you’d had enough.

Slipping on a clean bikini, you made your way outside to the hot tub by the pool. The cool night air contrasted with the steam rising from the water, the moonlight reflecting off its surface in shimmering waves. The soft hum of crickets mixed with the bubbling water, a gentle, rhythmic sound that finally eased the tension gripping your body. As you sank into the warmth, the heat wrapped around you, melting away the stiffness in your muscles, a contented sigh leaving your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut, head tilted back as the soothing warmth of the water surrounded you. You didn’t notice the soft, subtle sound of the patio door sliding open or the quiet patter of footsteps approaching you. Your mind was too consumed by the quiet, the weight of everything else you had been trying to push aside.

But then, you felt the shift in the air as legs brushed against yours. Your head snapped up in surprise, only to meet Haechan’s gaze. A cold rush of panic ran through you, and your body tensed instantly. The chill spread down your spine as the faintest shiver of fear crawled up, uninvited. The instinct to run surged, but something about the way he was looking at you, something almost… apologetic, stopped you cold. You stayed rooted to your spot, too nervous to speak, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes locked with yours.

Haechan studied you, his gaze narrowing slightly as he noticed the stiff tension in your posture. It hit him, a soft pang of regret, that you might be afraid of him right now. The thought twisted in his chest. He shifted, eyes dropping to the bubbles swirling in the water, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts. When he looked back at you, his voice was gentle, almost too soft, a stark contrast to the way he last spoke to you.

“Why are you so scared? You know me better than anyone… I would never do anything to hurt you.”

His words made your stomach churn, the sudden tenderness sending an unsettling ripple through you.

The way he said it, so calm, so careful, it made your skin crawl in the worst way. It was all wrong— this soft tone wasn’t the one you were used to. Either he was always cocky and annoyed when he talked to you, or you truly haven’t heard this tone from him since you guys dated.

You could barely manage to hold his gaze as his words hung in the air, thick with something you couldn’t place, something that felt all too fragile. Your eyes shifted back to him, your lips twisted into a small, tight frown. “Your actions say otherwise, Haechan.”

Haechan’s eyes flickered with regret. Softly, he shook his head. “I know. I’m sorry, okay? I just… I lost control. I let my thoughts get the best of me. You didn’t deserve that.”

“What’s with the sudden change? How do you go from loving me to hating me to… doing what you did and now being sorry for it? It doesn’t make sense at all.”

The words hit Haechan harder than he expected. He leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair, frustration building.

“I never hated you.”

“Felt like you did. And the feeling was strongly mutual.”

“No, come on, you know that’s not true.” Haechan’s voice was pleading, but it was strained with his own guilt. “You ended our relationship, your own free will, because in your words, you ‘couldn’t take this anymore.’

The fear in your demeanor quickly faded, immediately being replaced with irritation. You exhaled sharply, staring at the water for a moment to ground yourself. “You literally cheated on me,” you finally said, your voice trembling but still firm. “How do you expect me not to hate you?”

Haechan froze for a moment, his heart sinking. He knew he had done something unforgivable. He couldn’t deny that. But hearing it out loud, it was still a punch to the gut. “You cheated on me first,” he shot back, but the words felt hollow, even to him. “I just… I wanted you to feel the way I felt.”

Your expression twisted into disbelief. “What are you talking about? I never cheated on you?” You turned fully to face him now. “Even if that was true, how the fuck would two wrongs make a right?”

Haechan bit his lip, staring down at the water, avoiding your gaze. He had nothing to say to that. “I didn’t know better. I just did the first thing that came to mind. But I know the truth now, yn. You don’t need to lie about it.”

“Donghyuck,” you said softly, but it was almost like a warning. “You don’t know anything. Why would I cheat on you?”

The silence stretched for a moment, thick and heavy. Finally, Haechan looked up at you, his face softened with regret. “You tell me. I saw you unblock your ex on Instagram. His name was constantly popping up on your phone, and you were going out more often. Obviously, I assumed the worst.”

Your eyes narrowed at him once again, desperately trying to make sense of his words. “Okay… so you could’ve talked to me like a normal person?” You paused for a moment, sighing softly.

“I unblocked him because we ran into each other at a café, and honestly, we had a nice conversation. He started texting me more because he wanted to apologize for the way he treated me and ask me how I was doing. I only started going out more because you were always hanging out with Mark, and I wanted to be with my own friends as well.”

Haechan swallowed hard, his hands now gripping the edge of the tub as if to anchor himself. “So you guys never met up again?”

“No,” you replied, your voice laced with annoyance and slight disbelief that he’d even ask. “God, fuck no. I didn’t even accept his apology. My replies to him were so dry, and I kept mentioning you so much that he gave up and stopped talking to me.”

Haechan’s face flushed with shame. His eyes softened as he let out a quiet, “oh… I’m so sorry, yn..”

You looked at him for a long moment, as if assessing him, as if trying to decide if you could still be mad. You shook your head softly, your frustration still there but it was slipping. Your shoulders sagged, as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you'd been holding. “Yeah, you should be. I can’t believe you didn't just talk to me in the first place.” Your words were more tired than angry now, but they still carried weight.

But despite it all, despite the anger and the hurt, there was a crack in your resolve. You missed him, he missed you too, and you knew that. The silence between the two of you grew heavy again as your gaze softened, just a little.

He inched his way closer, the warmth of his palm grazing your skin as he cupped your cheek with delicate hesitation. His pleading searched yours, as if he was begging for your forgiveness.

“Yn, let me make it all up to you…” His voice was barely above a whisper, thick with something between regret and desperation.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to put distance between his touch and your resolve. “Hyuck, I don’t—”

“Please?” he interrupted, his thumb ghosting over your cheekbone. There was no force in his touch, only quiet insistence, as if the weight of his remorse alone could change your mind.

You let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your resolve crumbling at the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered. With a slow nod, your fingers found their way to his shoulders, pulling him slightly closer to you.

That was all the permission he needed.

Without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours, desperate yet careful, as if he was scared you’d pull away. His hands trembled slightly as they found their place, one still cradling your cheek, the other gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You could feel the way his fingers dug in, not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear that he wasn’t letting go.

The kiss was deep, laced with something far more potent than just lust. There was an unspoken desperation, a need to feel, to forget, to forgive. Quiet hums and breathless moans melted into each other's mouths, the heat between you building with every passing second. Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch, a quiet groan vibrating against your lips.

His grip on you tightened. His hands roamed, one splayed against the small of your back, the other trailing up your side before settling just beneath your ribs, as if he needed to feel every inch of you. He let out a shaky exhale before his tongue slid past your parted lips, deepening the kiss, making it messier, hungrier. His lips moved against yours with urgency, like he was afraid to let go.

The way his body pressed flush against yours sent a heat straight to your core, your legs instinctively tightening around his waist. He couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, his restraint slipping with every desperate press of your lips, every soft gasp that fell from you.

His hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the edge of the hot tub. The cool air met your damp skin, sending a shiver down your spine, but his touch, his mouth on yours, burned hotter than the water that lapped at your calves.

His lips never left yours, kissing you like he could pull you deeper into him, like if he kissed you hard enough, it would erase the distance that had once existed between you. His fingers kneaded into your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, teasing circles against your skin. He swallowed your whimper, his own breath coming out unsteady as he pressed himself closer, needing more, needing you.

"Missed you so much, pretty girl... could never forgive myself for letting you go." His words were whispered against your lips, each syllable dripping with regret and longing. His voice was low, raspy, barely holding together the emotions threatening to spill over.

Before you could respond, his lips left yours, trailing soft, lingering kisses down your jaw, moving slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the moment. His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he nipped at the delicate flesh of your neck.

Instinctively, you tilted your head back, granting him more space to roam, your grip tightening in his hair as breathless pants and whimpers spilled from your lips.

His hands, firm yet reverent, traced down your sides as he continued his descent, mouth exploring every inch of you like he was trying to memorize the feeling all over again. Lips pressed against your shoulders, slow and sensual. His teeth grazed over your collarbone before he kissed his way lower, down the swell of your chest, your stomach, your thighs, taking his time, as if each kiss was an unspoken apology.

He missed this. He missed the way your body reacted under his touch, the way you shivered and tensed, the way your breath hitched with every kiss. His fingers caressed your skin with a delicate kind of desperation, like he was afraid you'd slip away again.

“God, you're so beautiful," he murmured against your thigh, voice drenched in need. His hands squeezed at your hips, holding you in place as he looked up at you, eyes dark with lust. He wanted to worship you, to love you in every way possible, to make you feel just how desperate he was for you, for your forgiveness.

You looked down at him, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, lips parted softly as you tried to steady the emotions rushing through you. Your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“I missed you just as much, Hyuck," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing. “I needed your touch more than anything."

A slow, satisfied smile curved at his lips before he leaned in, pressing delicate kisses up your thigh, inching closer, making sure you felt every lingering second of his touch.

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that," he murmured against your skin, lips grazing over sensitive flesh.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss straight to your clothed core. The gesture was both reverent and teasing, a silent promise laced in the way he held you, the way his fingers squeezed at your sides like he was grounding himself in your presence.

"Let me take care of you, baby," he whispered, voice deep and filled with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. "I'll be gentle, the way you always liked."

His fingers traced slow, featherlight patterns along your thighs, his lips followed soon after, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses, leaving warmth in their wake. Every motion, every touch, was deliberate like he was savoring you, worshiping you, determined to make up for every second you'd been apart.

You shivered at his words, your fingers instinctively threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your skin. The heat pooling in your core only grew as he pressed another kiss over the dampened fabric between your thighs, his nose grazing against you in a way that had you biting back a whimper.

"Hyuck," you breathed out, barely able to keep yourself still under his touch.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, anchoring you in place as his lips moved deliberately, teasing, testing your patience. "Shh, baby," he murmured, his voice sending shivers straight through you. "Just let me take my time with you."

Another slow, lingering kiss against the sensitive spot between your legs had your back arching slightly, a needy whine slipping past your lips. He chuckled lowly at your reaction, pressing his mouth to your inner thigh, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. His tongue soothed over the spot immediately after, his free hand sliding up your stomach, fingers tracing over your ribs like he needed to feel every inch of you under his touch.

"So pretty," he murmured against your skin, "Missed touching you... missed tasting you."

Your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting to every bit of his attention. His touch was gentle yet possessive, his lips slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way you trembled beneath him. His hands roamed, memorizing every dip and curve, pressing soft, warm kisses along your hips before his fingers toyed with the waistband of your soaked underwear.

"Tell me you want this," he whispered, his lips ghosting just above where you needed him most. His voice was soft, pleading, as if he needed to hear you say it, to know you wanted this just as badly as he did.

You looked down at him, eyes hazy with need, your fingers tightening in his hair as you gave the smallest nod. "I do, Hyuck," you whispered breathlessly. "I need you."

His eyes darkened at your words, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "That's all I needed to hear, baby."

And with that, he wasted no time sliding off your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside carelessly before spreading your thighs apart, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you. Without a second thought, he dipped his face into your heat, his lips brushing the sensitive skin with an intensity that made you gasp.

You could feel the heat radiating off him as his breath fanned over you, a soft shiver running through your body. His fingers sunk into your thighs, keeping you steady as he kissed you slowly, teasingly, taking his time to savor every inch of you. You couldn't help the soft moans that escaped your lips as his tongue finally made contact with your aching clit, warm and relentless, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had you bucking against him instinctively.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, "You taste so fucking good," he murmured against you, his voice husky and laced with need.

He was quick to pick up his pace, lapping at your pussy like his life depended on it. The way his mouth moved against you made you forget everything time, space, the world around you. All that mattered was the heat that coiled inside you, building with every passing second as his hands tightened their grip.

You felt yourself unraveling, the pressure in your chest mounting, the tension in your core winding tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold back any longer. The way he drove you to the edge without hesitation, without mercy, was maddening. You gripped his hair, tugging him closer, your body unable to stop itself from reacting to him.

"Hyuck.." you gasped, your voice breathless, barely a whisper as you dug your fingers into his scalp.

"Please..."

He smirked against you, the feeling of his lips curving into a grin sending another surge of heat through your body. "Please what, baby?" he teased, his voice low.

"I need you," you whimpered, barely able to keep your composure. "so bad.."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your sensitive skin, lifting his head just enough to lick his lips with a sly grin. "Be patient, angel," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Can you do that for me?"

You whined softly, the sound barely escaping your throat, before nodding eagerly, your body desperate for him, hips arched forward instinctively, silently begging him to continue.

He smirked, the dark gleam in his eyes full of satisfaction as he saw the way you squirmed under his gaze. "Good girl," he praised, his voice smooth like honey, almost cruel in how calm it was. "Just sit there, keep making those pretty little noises for me."

And with that, he dove back in, his mouth moving against you with newfound urgency, his tongue working you over with perfect precision. The wet sounds of his lips against your cunt mixed with the breathless moans spilling from your mouth, the pleasure so overwhelming it left your head spinning.

Your hands gripped at his hair, tugging sharply as your hips rocked forward, meeting his movements in a desperate attempt to chase the high only he could give you. He groaned at the sensation, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure shooting through your body.

Then, without warning, you felt his fingers tracing along your folds, teasing you with slow, torturous strokes.

"So wet for me," he mumbled, his breath hot against your slick skin. "You want more princess?"

You nodded frantically, your grip tightening on him.

"Please, Hyuck," you whined, your voice trembling.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest before he finally slipped two fingers inside you, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. Your walls clenched around him immediately, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as he curled his finger just right, pressing against that perfect spot that had you seeing stars.

"There you go," he cooed, watching your body react to him. "Always take me so well, pretty girl."

His lips quickly made their way back to your clit, tongue flicking gently as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking you with a newfound passion.

The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of his mouth and fingers sending a hot, electric pulse through your veins. Your legs trembled, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pressure in your core built higher and higher, coiling so tightly you thought you might snap at any second.

"Hyuck-" you choked out, your thighs tightening around his head.

He hummed against you, the sound vibrating through your entire body as his fingers quickened their pace, fucking into you with more intensity, more purpose. He could feel you getting closer, your body tensing, your moans turning into desperate, broken cries.

"That's it, pretty," he murmured against your heat, his voice rough with desire. "cum for me, baby."

And with one last flick of his tongue and a perfectly timed curl of his fingers, you shattered. The pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as your release hit you with blinding force. Your back arched off the edge, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as he worked you through it, not stopping until your body was shaking from the overstimulation.

Only then did he finally pull away, his fingers slipping out of you slowly, as he pressed one last kiss against your sore soaked pussy. He looked up at you, his lips glistening, a cocky smirk playing on his face.

"That's my girl," he murmured, bringing his fingers up to his lips and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I’ll never get enough of how good you taste."

love letter from mae 💌 augegsgshsj 😵‍💫,, i wanted to add more to the end but i physically cannot bring myself to.. maybe one day a pt2 will be in the works if people actually enjoy this! lmk lmk lmk!

ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀｀)ﾉ

#mae fics #nct smut #haechan smut #nct x reader #haechan x reader #nct imagines #haechan hard thoughts #nct hard thoughts

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show-us-kaidenshenandoah · 6 months ago

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Wicked Gelphie fans, i need you guys so badly to know how well Elphaba/Glinda are "good timeline"d "history doesnt repeat, it rhymes"-ified by Dorothy/Princess Ozma in Baum's original Oz book series. like. Dorothy/Ozma get everything; theyre the sweet, intimate friends-to-"??? are they a couple?"-ified political power-sapphic-duo that Gelphie would have wanted to be. like??

if you merge canons, fam... Wicked-Glinda must be struggling, seeing Dorothy/Ozma be everything she and Elphaba could have been.... omfg... the angst potential, the envy of watching a couple of sapphic childhood sweethearts get everything they were denied, fulfill Glinda and Elphie's dreams, and seemingly so easily too...

(also!! they even CAN look like a kid-Glinda and kid-Elphaba! there's canon to justify that kind of appearance paralleling!!)

faq below if you want more context

edit, psa: i did read these books from like.. the ages of 10 to like 14 or so, maybe as young as 8? idk, i dont remember. anyway. its been a decade since i picked them back up. and i didnt think this would gain as much traction as it has been after 100+ notes in less than 24 hours. uh. so. take my chronic memory loss-addled summarization with a grain of salt?? like? i just wrote this post so i didnt have to re-vent (agAIN) to my friends about how much i fucking love Dorothy/Ozma, period, much less in parallel to Gelphie. so. enjoy, carry on, and whatnot lmao

1️⃣: there's Oz books? plural???

yes, Baum wrote 14 books about Oz, actually. also, he wrote them under the appointment of "the royal historian of Oz" instead of "author", so there's other "official" Oz books by other "royal historians of Oz"

Baum wrote so much bc (he needed money, yes, but also:) kids would send him questions in fan-mail, and he would proceed to answer them via new novels. so he never planned to make more Oz books, he just (wasnt good with money and also) was routinely inspired by the kids who wrote to him and would write the stuff they wanted to learn about Oz and whatnot

2️⃣: does Dorothy go back to Oz? wasn't it all a dream for her??

yeah, Dorothy returns to Oz a lot in the books, she eventually even moves to live there permanently. bc, in the book series, it's a real place

only in the 1939 film was Oz ever a dream

3️⃣: how does Dorothy look like Glinda OR Elphaba?? what are you talking about?

okay so, "The Wizard of Oz" has an illustrator, W. W. Denslow. in the book, Dorothy is confirmed to be wearing a blue-white gingham dress (she changes outfits tho, she doesnt always wear the same dress all 14 books like she's some cartoon character); but im pretty sure her hair was all Denslow(? i could be remembering wrong. p sure im not tho??). this is what the 1939 movie based her appearance off of. so i can see why youd go "she doesnt look like Glinda or Elphaba"

BUT Denslow and Baum started feuding. so for the rest of the Oz books that Baum wrote, he had a different illustrator by the name of John R. Neil

and Neil decided to give Dorothy for every one of the books he illustrated (so, 13 of Baum's books to Denslow's 1 book of Baum's) a cute lil blonde bob, making her look like what i assume blonde-Glinda looked like as a child. i think she'd approve lol

so!! Dorothy very much looks like a trendy little Glinda, with her cute blonde bob, her fashionable drop-waist dress, and bows for most of the Baum series, actually!

(also, Neil had a preference for dressing Dorothy in this red and polka-dot number, but, again, she does wear other outfits)

(lmao also look at Tin-Man and Scarecrow with blonde-Dorothy, they look like her two gay dads encouraging her to just go be herself at school?? i love them)

(also, if you see "Eloise At The Plaza"-energy in this Dorothy design, im right there with you lol)

4️⃣: who is Ozma??

she's the Princess of Oz. she eventually appears in the second book of the series. she rules Oz after the Wizard

she's actually a really interesting transwoman allegory too. (spoilers for a book from the early 1900s?) she was born a little girl named Ozma, but has a spell put on her as a baby to be genderbent and was socially raised as a little boy under a different name, and she later realizes who she truly is: a girl. she finds the transformation scary, as she returns to her girl-form she always truly was, but she feels better and more herself now that she is Ozma again. i dont think L. Frank Baum intentionally wrote her to be a trans allegory, but you can very obviously see why our trans elders fucking LOVED Ozma back in the early 1900s

also, she has a similar "sir, you fucked up" relationship with the Wizard as Elphaba*. and, also like Elphaba, Ozma politically tries to make things in Oz better (just.. unlike Elphaba, Ozma has the power and support to do just that p much asap)

* (edit for contextual clarification on how the Wizard fucked up: the Wizard fucked up with Ozma because he is ultimately and p directly the reason why she was genderbent/hidden. he deposed of her family and sent her away. Baum decided later on to backtrack a little bit on this(?) because he wanted to bring back the Wizard and, in order for Baum to do that, has to try to not make him SO terribly horrible??? so like. Ozma does end up forgiving him and tolerates him amd he's nicer, later on, within the books. but i doubt any modern adaptation of the books would follow that, personally. even as a kid, i went "bullshit" and headcanoned that Ozma fucking hated the guy and, at best, MAYBE tolerated him for Dorothy, but overall did not like him for justifiable reasons! i think the direction society seems to have taken the Wizard is interesting, and i wouldnt be surprised if there was at least one future adaptation that made him The Bad Guy in a very Rumplestiltskin in the Once Upon A Time TV show kind of way. but like. in the books, they do END UP getting along. i just forever disagree with Baum on that lol i think the Wizard fucked up, and in book 2 of the series (the one where Ozma is, y'know, introduced), it is obvious the Wizard FUCKED UP. but yeah. also, Ozma does get her dad back. her mom was kind of never in the picture to begin with, specifically in a Ponyo's Mom kind of way, like, she made Oz and then left it for her husband and kid to rule, so. yeah. im getting off track. my point is the Wizard did a full-on coup on her family and then banished her and genderbent her so no one would recognize that she had claim to the throne he was sitting on!! he fucked up! so, like, i personally hc that Elphaba founded the "i hate the Wizard" club to which everyone slowly joined, like Fieyro and etc, and Ozma is their youngest member. the Wizard did both Elphie and Ozma so dirty, omfg)

it also should be mentioned, Ozma in NBC's "Emerald City" was casted as Black (her actress being Jordan Loughran). so, though Ozma does not have green skin (but also? neither did the Wicked Witch of the West in the books, she wasn't green there. that was a 1939 film decision to make her green. so! Ozma could be green!! why not!), but she does have Black features to theoretically remind Glinda of Cynthia Eviro's Elphaba when you consider that casting. or, if you prefer a Jewish!Elphaba casting, a'la Idina Menzel's Elphaba, i think Ozma's book design works well to interpretively parallel those features too. or both, if you like the sound of a Black-Jewish Elphaba and Ozma paralleling lol

(edit, because i thought i mentioned this but? no?? i didnt?? i must have misclicked or something to have deleted the paragraph. im so sorry, here you go:) also, when Ozma was a boy, she was basically enslaved to her jailor of a caretaker. which one could interpret as "oh, a Cinderella story!", sure. but, with a Black Ozma, it does read as an intergenerational grief-formed power-fantasy that is both empowering and poignant for Ozma to have ran away from her enslavement and gone on to become a princess afterwards. to any Black folks who may be going "is this going to trigger me?" about Ozma having been a child-slave, i remind you that Baum wrote this intentionally for children, so, no, the books do not sit in the trauma and horror of enslavement, but whether or not it would trigger you yourself is up to your discretion. i will say, Baum did NOT write the American Girls' Addy of his time (context: a children's book about a child-slave that does go into the horrors, some, though in a kid-friendly way) or Louis Sachar's Holes (i asssume i dont have explain Holes since its movie was such a hit), i remember it as even more kid-friendly than either of those also-children's books, so i would assume most people would be fine? but you are responsible for your own mental well-being, i urge you to confirm if it is fine for yourself however you need to do that. but, yes, you can use this backstory as further evidence for your Ozma being Black, of course! you can have Ozma be Black regardless, but if you want this as further evidence, go ahead! and also, it does parallel Ozma to Elphaba in the sense that Elphaba's family mistreats Elphaba! (i will, regardless of if you prefer a Jewish and/or Black Elphaba, add that doing so is also a nice "fuck you" to Baum in how, being a white man of the late 1800s and early 1900s, did end up throwing in racist and/or antisemitic caricatures here and there within his 14 books, unfortunately. i, an Indigenous American, remember as a child still immensely enjoying Oz despite Baum being racist towards Native Americans. if youre curious on the egregious level of it all and if the story could still be enjoyable, id say it's in the realm of Peter Pan, Willy Wonka, and Matilda of "wow. that is shitty. im going to pretend this thing i love is good instead via cognitive dissonance")

regardless, in John R Neil's illustrations, Ozma does have black hair, so that too coincides with modern understandings of Elphaba

(there is also her appearance in Disney's "Return to Oz", performed by Emma Ridley, where she is blonde. but, though i love that spooky movie, that's neither here nor there. as far as im aware, only in that movie has Ozma not had black hair)

anyway, she rules Oz; and by book 3, becomes really close friends with Dorothy. they're not a canon couple, not anymore than Gelphie is, but they are such close and affectionate friends that they are so easy to ship as childhood sweethearts (so, no, there is no moment of 🎶loathing🎶, but i find that sweetness makes them an angstier parallel for Glinda to watch over, personally lol)

like here's some illustrations from the books of them just being two "gal pals". no wonder our queer elders shipped them lmao and this isn't even all of their illustrations together, this is just the first spurts that google shot out at me lmao

also??? this is them with book-Glinda. not only do they look absolutely darling, also, yes, Dorothy becomes a princess, because Ozma said so. they co-rule Oz together. they are just too sweet, fam, i love these two little childhood sweethearts, i choose to see Dorothy's princess-ship as the same as two kids promising to marry one another when they grow up. this is so cute

and can you imagine Wicked-Glinda? looking down at these two, seeing what could have between herself and Elphaba had things turned out different??? im making myself sad

(also "Book of Glinda" is so wild. both in terms of "...Baum, how do you not see this as queer?" like with one example being like "Baum, you put that Glinda has 100s of single women at her beck and call in her palace, this is so easy to see as sapphic, sir"... and then, over here, we have John R Neil repeatedly reading "gave a platonic, innocent kiss" and going "okay, so, uh, making out? i dont do platonic kissing" lmao anYWAAAAYYYY, THAT'S NOT RELEVANT HERE)

🌟5️⃣ bonus:

so, you might have a few follow-up questions. like, what is "Elphaba" like in the books? what does she look like?

well, she's really only in the first book. she's one-note, evil, dies. she's not green-skinned, and she isn't given any sort of name. she is only called "the Wicked Witch of the West", that's it, she is not Elphaba

however, i will mention the Wicked Witch of the West, in the books, is a fashion disaster and i want to see her look used as evidence that "yes, goth-Elphaba and dark-academia-Elphaba are 10/10, but also?? kitschy grandma-core knitwear-Elphaba × her fashionably Barbie pink girlfriend". i'd love to see art of that. i'm just saying

also?? this isn't related to her at all but guess what

Scarecrow/Tin-Man was like THE ship for our queer elders. they are so emotionally intimate, they live together, it's great, look at these pictures of them being absolute bros (can you see why they were shipped so hard)

i bring this up, bc you could argue Fieyro/Boq if you merge canons to make your own narrative and whatnot. guess Fieryo and Boq kinda had their own mirrored 🎶loathing🎶 period under that framing lmao

or, if you hate Boq, youll probably love the Tin-Man's angsty "ship of Theseus"-like backstory as the once-Nick Chopper(: his human name, pre-tin-ification) that is in the books

so! enjoy that knowledge!! theyre super cute in the books, i love them. again, not a canon ship, but still beloved by our elder queers, just like Ozma and Dorothy

i hope it makes even more sense now why our queer elders used the phrase "Are you a friend of Dorothy?" as code to see if someone else was queer, not even taking into account the 1939 movie or Judy Garland's relationship with the queer community

anyway, albeit this is all the basics generalized, that should be everything

but yeah!! Ozma and Dorothy reminding Glinda of what could have been, of what she lost, being the sweeter "next generation" version of Gelphie?? tugs so hard at my heartstrings

but yeah, do whatever you want with Gelphie, Fieryo, and Part 2. im just saying. the angst potential of being envious and living vicariously through someone and seeing other people get the happy ending you were denied?? is right there lol

(edit: this awesome video by Kaz Rowe JUST came out if you want to hear more about the Oz book series, its queerness, its author, its GLARING PROBLEMS including but not limited to instances of racism, and so on and so forth. Kaz Rowe is a fantastic video-essayist, so i hope you watch the video and enjoy their hard-polished craftsmanship)

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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part v

✧.* you come to realise that your relationship with lando might just be the most serious and mature relationship you've ever had and while that confuses you more and more each day, your taking it all because some people just love to watch the world burn.

✧.* introducing some people, making babes suffer a little less, hating Alpine, you know the drill, its a chill one really 🥰 this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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Philly Robin Hood

Chapter 1: Ready Set Let's Go

Summary: Melissa and Ava have been floating in each other's orbits for years. It was only a matter of time before they clashed together. What was

PSA: Shit did I post early? Oops? This is going to be DARK. Not always dark. But dark enough that I think I should remind everyone to ALWAYS check your trigger warnings. Take breaks. This is a beefy chapter, and it is going to be a long series. It will be here when you are ready. And if this isn't for you, I have so many other series. Please read those instead. Also some small errors but I couldn't keep looking at this.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Swearing & lots of it, Small season 4 spoilers, Alcohol, Poly Relationship, Use of pet names (Baby, Princess, Angel, Red,Sweetheart), Sub Space, Sub!Melissa, Soft Dom!Ava, Wrist constraints, Phone sex (kinda?), Face sitting, Dark, Angst, Smut, WLW Smut, Violence, Guns, Blood, Fighting, Injured Reader, Injured Melissa, House fire, Homelessness (I think that is all of them Holy Shit)

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Ava and Melissa coming together was an inevitable disaster. Unavoidable, like the way that lightning follows thunder. It all happened after Ava got fired from Abbott and walked out with a cardboard box full of her things. The younger woman had glanced back for just a moment and caught the redhead’s eyes. A thousand emotions played across her face as she squeezed her lips closed, unable to say anything at all. A million things went unsaid as she stepped through the doors of Abbott one final time the door clicking with a finality.

Melissa’s heart had broken, standing there watching a woman she had pined after for years slip through her fingers. A woman who had stood up and defended her more than anyone ever had. She had to chase after her. She knew that, but with the district breathing down their necks, she waited. When the final bell rang, she was out the door, the heels of her boots vibrating the linoleum. Barbara watched her best friend peel out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell, but only smiled. Maybe the redhead was finally going to get her head out of her ass and chase after what she wanted.

Which is exactly what Mel did as she pulled into McShane’s parking lot. An Irish pub that was known for dirt cheap drinks, hot bartenders, and skeevy men who liked to pay anyone for a glance of some tits. On the outskirts of Philly, and the last place that the composed and glamorous Ava Coleman should be. But Melissa knew that she would find her there. Tucked into the corner of the bar, nursing straight whiskey that she made other men pay for. Far enough away from anyone that may know her so that Ava could fall apart into pieces. Her hard exterior chipping away until her true shell remained underneath. An Ava that Melissa was desperate to get to know more of.

When she opened the door, the head hostess was leaning over the small counter, writing away at a pad of paper. You looked up, catching her eye with a smile as your hair fell in curls around your exposed shoulders. Melissa was momentarily caught off guard as you leaned back up your corset on full display. The top gave way to a pinstripe black and grey tank top that barely contained your lifted breasts. A silver necklace wrapped around your neck three times before coming to settle with an anchor charm between your cleavage. Rings of various sizes and shapes littered your hands that splayed across the counter, and every finger was painted a dark black, except your middle fingers, which were a vibrant red.

“You must be Melissa,” You smiled, red lipstick glinting in the low light.

Melissa was temporarily caught off guard and lacked her usual bite when she responded, “Yeah, and what is it to you?”

“Hot woman in a tight red dress standing about 5’7 maybe 6’ with those tall heels walked in here saying and I quote ‘If a red head with a banging body comes looking for me, tell Melissa I’m in the back corner. If it is anyone else tell them to suck my dick’. She was right, you do have a banging body,” You smirked and then waved Melissa forward, “Follow me.”

Melissa’s heart stuttered at the fact that Ava had been waiting for her and knew that she would come. She followed you through the bar, weaving between tables, trying not to get distracted by the way your hips swayed in your black jeans. Or how your heeled boots stepped confidently through spilled liquid and discarded fries. At one point, a man tried to reach out for Melissa’s hand, and you turned around, slapping it away with a small metal pole that you extracted from your pocket.

“Ray, I told you to keep your grubby hands off my customers,” You growled, “I catch you touching something other than your own dick tonight I will kick you out on the street and ban you.”

“But…”

“Try me,” You snarled, hitting him again.

Ray turned back towards his table, his friends laughing at him. You took Melissa’s hand in yours after that, guiding her once again to the corner of the bar.

“You always carry small metal bats with you?” Melissa asked.

“You learn real quick how to defend yourself in this part of town,” You quipped, “But I am sure that you know that already.”

Before the older woman could respond, she stopped in front of a large corner booth tucked in the back of the bar. Ava was swirling a large glass of whiskey in her hand a cheshire grin already spread across her face.

“Here you go, beautiful. That redhead with a banging body that you asked for,” You smiled, and Ava outstretched her hand to give you a twenty.

“For making sure Red got over here safely,” Ava said, her hand lingering in yours.

“Princess, I would have done anything for you for just a kiss,” You said, pocketing the twenty.

“Oh, I can spare one of those,” Ava replied, leaning over the table and pulling you in by the loops of your necklace.

Melissa watched as a knot formed low in her stomach. She was used to jealous. A red-hot emotion that burned through her skin like fire as it licked against wood. But this was different. Hungry almost. A need that she had never felt before, and it drove her wild.

Before she could reflect on it further, Ava pulled away, and you turned to wink at Melissa. Cheeks a dull pink with lipstick smeared, you made your way back to the front. The older woman watched until a click of the tongue and a pet name called out to her.

“Baby, attention on me now,” Ava cooed, and Melissa sunk.

Eyes glazed over, Melissa let Ava pull her into the booth. Once she was flush against Ava’s side, she could feel herself begin to breathe again. Ava moved her hair from her neck and then kissed the exposed skin.

“What a good girl you are. Found where I was hiding in only an hour,” Ava complimented, and Melissa let out a pitiful whimper, “We have so much to discuss.”

Melissa shook her head to clear it and moved away from Ava to the other side of the booth, “I need to sit over here for a moment. Collect myself.”

“Can we at least hold hands?” Ava asked a question that should have been casual but held a slight tremor.

“Yes, I just can’t think when you look like that and are saying all those nice things to me and have those eyes,” Melissa explained, taking a deep breath. Ava squeezed her hand, encouraging her to go on, “You knew I would come for you.”

“Well, I hoped and took a risky gamble,” Ava admitted, “I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye, and we had so many things left unresolved. I figured if you came, then that was the sign.”

"To take the risk on us?” Melissa questioned, looking pointedly at their clasped hands.

“To talk about us but to clarify, being with you was never a risk to me. It was an inevitable collision. The rainbow after the storm. Coming home after a long, stressful day. This is the first time in our lives that we are putting ourselves first, and I will never say that is a risk.”

Melissa surged forward at the last word. Lips crashing into Ava’s as her hands cupped the younger woman’s face, pulling her closer. Ava hesitated for only a moment before her fingers dug into red hair and pulled. Melissa moaned into her mouth, and the whole world seemed to spin. Years in the making, coming undone at the threat of a goodbye that ended in a period instead of a comma.

You cleared your throat and the two women pulled apart. Melissa was panting as she tried to catch her breath. Ava only smiled like she had won the lottery. You placed down a tray with four drinks on the table before them.

“Two Negronis for the redhead with the banging body,” You winked, “And two Moscow Mules for the princess.”

Ava took the copper cup, pulling it in and inhaling deeply, “I didn’t know a skeevy bar like this actually had good drinks.”

“It doesn’t usual. It is just your lucky day that you have a very well-trained bartender who knows where old stock is and is willing to make two beautiful ladies sophisticated drinks,” You grinned, “Guessed on your favorites, but from the look on Melissa’s face right now, I think I got it right.”

“Here, let me…”Melissa said, grabbing for her purse, but you interrupted her.

“It’s on the house.”

“I heard in bars like this if someone buys you a drink they expect you to show them your boobs,” Ava mentioned casually.

You blushed, “You really don’t have to, it was…”

But Melissa had already lifted up her top exposing a black lace bra. Her creamy skin was covered in light freckles that were scattered across her cleavage. Her pink nipples were hard, pressing against the constraining fabric. They were round and large and perfect in every way. You let an audible gulp escape your lips. You had seen your share of boobs working behind the bar and you had barely been phased. However, there was something about Melissa and Ava combined that released something feral in you.

Melissa put down her shirt, smiling before taking a large sip of the bright red liquid, “Thanks again for the drink Angel.”

“I feel like I should thank both of you for the images I will be running through my head, making me unable to sleep tonight,” You joked, attempting to regain your composure.

“You leaving so soon?” Ava asked.

“Unfortunately, I have things that need to be taken care of, but know that if I didn’t, I would have spent the rest of my night in this booth.”

“When do you work next?”

You laughed at Melissa’s question, “Every day till I die, sweetheart.”

“Then we shall see you next time,” Melissa commented, making you smile.

“Till next time, then,” You winked and made your way to the back room.

Melissa and Ava watched you walk away until you disappeared. Ava then raised her copper cup, “Cheers to a new beginning.”

“Cheers to us,” Melissa replied, clinking her glass against Ava’s.

Ava hesitated with her cup inches from her lips. This is what she had wanted for years now. Well, maybe not the whole not having a job part. But the part where she got to be with Melissa and to care for her in a way no one else had before. Ava wanted to make sure that Mel wanted the same thing before she fully committed herself to this dream that had once seemed so far away, “If we cheers to us. Then I want to make it official. You are mine, and I am yours. Girlfriends. No more Captain Robinson. No more hook-ups. Just us. Together.”

“To us,” Melissa reassured her, squeezing Ava’s thigh with her free hand, “The only person I want to be with.”

Ava released a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. After she took a drink, she pulled the other woman back into her arms. Melissa giggled, and that soft look came back to her green eyes. Like walls that had been built up for years were crumbling slowly but surely. Ava had desperately needed this side of Melissa to know that she was real. That this could be real. She leaned in to kiss the older woman, and the rest of the bar disappeared. Lips clashing and teeth scraping, they stayed tucked in the booth for the next couple of hours. Celebrating the release of shared feelings and to reassure themselves that whatever the unknown held next, they would go together. A relationship that would now grow outside of work constraints.

~-~

Weeks began to pass from the first night at McShane’s, with Ava and Melissa stopping back in every couple of days. Some days, they went all out, drinking shots and dancing by the jukebox. During these moments, they were the most flirtatious with you, whispering naughty things into your ears and constantly pulling you in for a dance between rounds. Some days they sat at the bar making bets with you about the shenanigans that would unfold over your shift. This is when you got to learn the laugh that crinkled Melissa’s nose right before she snorted. Or the way that Ava often laughed with her whole body when she thought something was particularly funny. But the days that you loved the most were the ones spent back in the corner both that had become a safe spot for the three of you. Melissa sipping on water grading papers with one red pen tucked in her ponytail and the other one hanging out of the corner of her mouth. Ava, on the other side of the table, typing away on her computer as she tested out lines and ideas for her next public speaking appearance. When you got off you would join them pencil scratching against paper as you wrote out a book you were determined to get published one day. You had even convinced the kitchen staff to heat up Melissa’s leftovers as long as there was enough for each of them to have a plate. You knew that secretly Melissa loved to cook for as many people as possible bringing a little more food each time.

It was an easy relationship that unfolded between the three of you. Light flirting, teasing, and even the occasional Angel from Melissa and Ava when they wanted to get your attention. Then every night before they packed up to go home they would kiss you on the cheek telling you to dream well. No numbers were exchanged, just a promise that they would come back and you would be waiting for them. An arrangement that suited you just fine for the moment. Heart still scarred from your past to be able to accept more than bits and pieces. So you would watch them leave hand in hand and hope that one day you would be whole enough to have what they did.

~-~

One night, you were working behind the bar when Ava and Melissa came in, hands clasped and smiles apparent across their faces. Ava was in a striped burgundy pant suit that dipped just enough to expose her cleavage. Melissa was in a shirt with Ava’s name across it in pink script, her curls kissing her shoulders.They sat at their usual spot at the end of the bar and you were immediately drawn to them.

“What can I get you beautiful ladies today?” You asked leaning over the bar top.

“Your finest bottle of champagne, if you have one. We are celebrating,” Ava grinned, “With three glasses cause you are in on this too.”

“What are we celebrating today?”

When you came back with a large bottle and three flutes Melissa explained, “Ava got a contract for more speaking apperances long term with a large advance and future travel stipends. She was amazing. A true inspiration.”

“And Red here cracked my filing system back at Abbott,” The young woman said, draping a protective arm on her thigh, “Although she could have just asked me and I would have told her.”

“And miss out on watching seasons of Survivor and being able to bond with Gregory a little bit. Absolutely not,” Melissa grinned and then kissed Ava on the cheek.

“Sounds like amazing things to celebrate but the real question is where is my shirt?” You wondered passing out the champagne flutes.

Melissa dug in her purse pulling out a matching shirt in your size, “You didn’t think we forgot about you right Angel?”

Your heart melted as you took the shirt the soft fabric running through your fingers. You didn’t realize how much you had needed to hear those words. You took off your plain black tank top shoving it into Melissa’s purse. The time it took you to pull the other shirt over gave Ava and Meissa ample time to look at the purple bralette that laced around your breasts. Your usual anchor necklace was still tucked securely in your cleavage as you adjusted your shirt once and then looked back at the two women.

“How do I look?”

“Like a million bucks Angel,” Ava said and raised her glass, “Now cheers to the small things and the big things that are still to come.”

You all clinked glasses and you downed the champagne with a smile the bubbles adding onto your happy mood. For the rest of the night anytime someone asked you about your shirt you were excited to share Ava’s good news. You were proud of her for how far she had come from that first night in the bar worried about what to do with her job now gone. Then, when Melissa started to get tired Ava easily convinced her to stay until your shift was over. That way they could spend as much time with you as possible. You had sealed the deal when you came out of the kitchen with a coffee exactly the way Melissa liked it. At one point Melissa tried to hand your shirt back.

“Keep it and think of me tonight,” You winked and for a second you could swear Melissa’s cheeks turned a bright red.

You worked the rest of the night proudly repping Ava’s shirt and talking her up whenever asked. More than once you would catch Ava or Melissa’s eye and give them a wink. It was ramping up to be an easy night before your phone rang. You rarely ever answered your phone behind the bar but the name made your stomach drop. Grabbing it you hurried around the corner.

“What is going on? I'm working behind the bar tonight I gotta hurry” You asked your sister.

“Umm there was a small fire at the apartment,” She said voice quavering.

“Please fucking tell me you didn't start the fire,” You groaned.

“No! Of course not. I can't believe you would think that…it was Tony.”

Your fist slammed against the wall into an award that shattered instantly. Glass cut your hand and you swore as blood began to drip down your wrist. You grabbed a wash cloth from a nearby shelf holding it to you.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me Becca. How bad is it?”

“Well… I think you could probably salvage some stuff,” Becca said casually.

“I'll be there in ten fucking minutes. Don't leave! And Tony’s ass better be there when I get there,” You snipped before ending the call.

You shoved the phone in your back pocket and rushed to the floor. You went to your best friend, Marsha, who was waitressing, and asked her to cover for you. You left her the tips you had already accumulated for the night and was fumbling in your locker to grab your bag when a hand landed on your shoulder.

You jumped but turned to see Melissa, her green eyes filled with an anxiety you hadn't seen before, “Angel what is going on? You are bleeding.”

You looked down at the towel stained in blood and wondered how badly you had been cut, “It’s just. Family shit. I have to go.”

“Do you need anything? I can get Ava.”

And your heart melted at the offer. You stuttered for a moment almost accepting the offer. But this part of your life was too messy. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin a night that was supposed to be full of celebration. To expose yourself to something that still burned to talk about. You were trying to put it into words when Melissa answered her own question.

“Don't want to ruin our night with your mess?” She guessed.

Tears welled in your eyes but you bit your tongue drawing blood to push them back, “I'm really sorry baby. I just… I can't ruin a good day with this. Let me hold onto my piece of this happy for as long as I can.”

Melissa placed a tender hand on your cheek, “Next time then.”

“Next time,” You promised and then rushed for the front door.

You stopped to kiss Ava on the cheek while she discussed her lecture with a rando from the bar. By the time she looked your burgundy bag was the only thing she saw before the door shut. Melissa returned to her side and a silent communication passed through their eyes. Melissa worried and wanting to chase after you. Ava politely reminding her that those who are chased often ran away completely. Admitting defeat Melissa grabbed for her purse and Ava followed a night of celebration cut short.

Outside Melissa looked for your car but it was already gone. A pout formed on her lips before Ava wrapped arms around her pulling her close. Red hair was moved to the side as Ava placed a gentle kiss on the column of Mel’s neck, “Baby she is going to be alright. If she needed our help she would have said yes to your offer.”

“She wanted to accept it! I could see it in her eyes,” Melissa groaned.

“Then we have to show her that we will be here when she is ready. Going after her now is going to spook her off,” Ava reassured her girlfriend, “Trust me.”

“I do trust you,” the older woman sighed, “I just don't trust whoever was on the other end of that phone.”

“Would it make you feel better if I look into it tomorrow and try to find more info?”

“Yes it would,”Melissa turned to nod and kiss Ava, “My little tech genius.”

Ava laughed placing a soft kiss to Melissa’s forehead, “Let’s go home baby. There is still much to celebrate.”

~-~

As soon as the door of Melissa’s house shut behind them Melissa was on Ava. Pulling down her suit jacket as their lips clashed together. Her red nails clawed at Ava’s shirt attempting to pull it up when a strong hand closed around her wrist. Melissa looked up to see her girlfriend glancing down at her fire playing in her eyes.

Ava leaned in to the shell of Melissa’s ear, “Slow down baby. Or did we forget who was in charge here?”

“You are,” Melissa whispered and the world around her began to sink slowly lowering her to that sub space she kept hidden from others.

“So we do remember,” Ava chuckled, “Now go be a good girl and get ready for me. You know how I like it.”

Melissa nodded eyes already clouded as she ran towards the bedroom. Ava picked up her jacket from the floor, hanging it up on a hook and slowly removed her heels. She was about to go to the bedroom when she stopped over Melissa’s purse. She pulled out your tank top tucking it into the back waistband of her pants.

When she entered the bedroom she could feel goosebumps raise on her skin. As instructed Melissa was naked spread out on the bed patiently waiting. She had a dazzling smile on her face. Curls fell onto the black sheets like wisps of fire. Her green eyes sparkled but there was a softness to them as well. Stripped from her usual hard exterior she looked like an angel sent down just for Ava.

Ava may be coded as the dominant in their relationship but there was no harshness in her moves, “You ready for me baby?”

Melissa nodded, “Always princess. Always.”

Ava grinned pulling at her shirt and tossing it into a pile on the floor. Her bra followed shortly after. She unbuttoned her suit pants but then waited, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes. Always.”

Ava removed your tank top from the band of her pants, rolling it up before pulling it taut. She stalked over to the bed and gently tapped Melissa’s wrists, “Above your head now.”

Melissa gulped as she put her hands over her. Ava looped your tank top around her, pulling the fabric through to make a knot. Once she was satisfied, she placed a gentle kiss on the insides of her wrists, “She did tell you to think of her tonight.”

When Ava pulled away, she finished removing her clothing and climbed onto the bed. Swinging one leg over the red head, she settled on top of her hips. She ran a hand down Melissa’s face, cupping her cheek before moving down her neck and between her breasts. Melissa’s breath hitched as she arched her back towards the touch.

“God you are fucking perfect baby. So fucking perfect,” Ava smiled.

Melissa blushed, and the cloud in her eyes began to take over even more. Sinking into a submission that was made specifically for Ava to bring her too. The younger woman looked down at the red head and knew that she was completely gone now. Ava leaned down, kissing her neck, occasionally throwing in a sharp bite. Melissa was moaning within seconds moving her neck to the side to allow Ava more access. Her body arched upwards chasing any relief as the younger one moved to her collarbones. That is when the first call came in. Mambo Italiano blaring from Melissa’s speakers and Ava burst into instant laughter.

“I still can’t believe that is your ringtone.”

“An Italian classic!” Melissa protested with a laugh, “It ain’t gonna be anyone important. The most important person is right here.”

“You trying to sweet talk me so that I go down on you faster aren’t you?” Ava asked mischievously.

“Is it working?”

Ava merely grinned and placed her lips over Melissa’s nipple before pulling sharply. The red head’s whole body jerked upwards as the free hand was placed on the other breast. Ava could have stayed right here for hours listening to Melissa’s pants. It was her favorite part of Melissa after all. The huge perfect breasts that the older woman constantly had on display. And there was only one thing that could pull Ava away from them. Melissa begging.

“Fuck. Ava. I need you please,” Melissa whined, “I need you inside of me now. Please princess. Please. Fuck”

Ava grinned against Mel’s pale skin and pushed a hand between their bodies. With one finger she spread the red head open and she didn’t know who groaned louder her or Melissa. But that is when the second call came in. Melissa huffed as Ava moved to see who was calling. Captain Robinson with a firetruck emoji popped across the screen. Ava’s blood boiled and she went back to the task at hand. She circled the red head’s clit hard and fast. Melissa’s hands came down to reach for Ava but she shoved them back above her head. Everything was moving in fast motion now as insecurity swirled through Ava’s head.

“Princess,” Melissa panted pulling Ava out of her thoughts, “Kiss me. Stay with me. Fuck me.”

A soft reassurance that Melissa had chosen Ava above everyone else. Was sprawled out below her a bumbling mess already. Something that only Ava could do. Ava pressed herself against Melissa, brushing her lips, letting it swallow all of her worries. She only delayed for one more moment before her fingers slid easily into Melissa. The redhead wasted no time bucking her hips riding Ava.

“So fucking needy,” Ava whispered into Melissa’s ear, “Is this what you wanted baby? To fuck yourself stupid on my fingers.”

“Yes. Fuck. Yes,” Melissa said eyes squeezing shut as Ava went back to kissing down her neck.

She was close. Ava could feel it as Mel began to clamp down on her fingers but then it happened again—a harsh light to cut through the growing darkness.

“Does he ever fucking shut up?” Ava growled looking at Melissa’s phone and the redhead whimpered as Ava pulled out, leaving her empty.

Captain Robinson’s name was once again flashing across the screen. It was past the point of him being ignored. And Ava was fucking furious. Melissa was hers now. Well was supposed to be hers and there was only one other person who Ava would ever think about sharing Melissa with. It sure wasn’t this prick. Melissa went to grab for her phone but Ava scooped it up with practiced ease. She yanked Melissa’s locked hands back above her head shoving them into the pillow as if it would glue them there.

“I thought you broke it off with him,” Ava commented silencing the call once again, “That it was just us now.”

“It is just us Princess. I tried multiple times to tell him we were done. I haven’t seen him in weeks, you can even look at my texts. He wanted to do it in person. Talk through things I guess,” Melissa said her hands twitching as she tried to keep them in their proper place, “Just turn the phone off.”

Ava debated it for a moment before she leaned down to the red head’s ear, “He didn't respect my baby’s wishes so now he gets to hear what he is missing out on. I am going to call him and fuck you at the same time. If you so much as think about stopping me or holding back any of those beautiful moans I love so much I won't let you come for a week. Is that understood?”

Melissa nodded and then gasped as Ava’s fingers slid in her harsh and fast, “I need words baby. Or I'll have to stop altogether.”

“Please don’t stop,” Melissa pleaded, “I’ll be so good.”

“You always are baby,” Ava reassured her kissing her gently on the cheek.

With three fingers buried deep inside Melissa, Ava made the phone call. It rang for only a moment before a gruff voice was on the other line, “What the fuck Melissa? I have been trying to get a hold of you for weeks. We need to talk.”

“I know you aren’t talking to my girl like that,” Ava growled, and with a curl of her fingers, Melissa was back to panting, “Try again asshole.”

“Who is this?” Captain Robinson asked an edge in his voice.

“The woman who is showing Melissa what a real orgasm feels like. You know something she never had with you,” Ava smirked and she felt Melissa tremble underneath her a slew of curses sounding like music to her ears.

Captain Robinson let out an audible gulp, “Is that..”

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Ava spat, “I so much as hear you say her name. Or show up on her phone again I will personally come down to the firehouse and tear your dick off. She told you to leave her the fuck alone. Respect that. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” He said fear laced in his voice, “Just leave my dick alone.”

Ava laughed, “Not that it was much of a use to begin with.”

The phone call ended abruptly Ava confident that Captain Robinson was left on the other side of the line with an uncomfortable hard on terrified to do anything about it and with the knowledge that he couldn’t fuck half as good as she could. It pushed the rest of the insecurities from her mind, and she fell back into the moment with Melissa. The older woman was already back on the edge again as her nails dug into her palms, doing her best not to lower them yet again. Ava could feel Melissa beginning to flutter around her fingers as Mel’s mind went utterly blank. But Ava wasn’t done yet. Not when a new image fluttered into her mind as she saw red fingernail polish tighten around your tank top. So she pulled out slightly to Melissa’s frustrated protests.

“There is only one other person in this world that I would allow to make you feel this way. Do you know who that is baby?” Ava asked tossing Melissa’s phone across the room exhausted from having to deal with it.

It bounced landing with a dull thud but Melissa could care less about it as she watched a layer of black coat Ava’s eyes with lust. She clamped her hands down harder around your tank top, a flutter of relief going through her as she realized Ava shared the same thoughts. The same feelings about you that had been growing in her chest for days. That you should be with them and only them.

“Y/N,” Melissa said confidently and a grin returned to Ava’s face.

“My girl is so smart,” Ava cooed and for a moment there was a flash of hesitation across her face, “Would that be okay baby? To share you like that. To share me. Us.”

“I trust you,” was Melissa’s instant response, “I want both of you. For all of us to be together.”

Ava’s expression softened further and Melissa didn’t know what turned her on more. Ava’s softness or the imagery of you and Ava both on the bed with her. Hands running over her smooth skin, tangled in hair, kissing down her neck, teeth nipping against her skin, hickeys forming along her breasts.

“World to Red,” Ava joked running her hand over Melissa’s cheek, “You get lost in thinking about how well Y/N and I could take care of you?”

Melissa could only nod sunk back into the safe place in her brain. Ava kissed her gently, “You are worthy of being taken are of Mel. You deserve a space that you can fall apart and realize you don’t need to be strong all the time. Let us be that space for you.”

Melissa whimpered burying her head into Ava’s shoulder. The younger woman didn’t push her to explain only let her fingers sink back inside the redhead. Her thumb made soft hard circles on her clit and she watch Melissa unspiral. Moans filling the room as she pushed her hands tight against her ears trying hard not to let them fall. After being brought to the brink over and over Melissa’s vision began to blur desperate for any relief.

“Who do you belong to?” Ava asked moving her fingers faster.

“I’m all yours,” Melissa panted, “Yours. Yours. Yours.”

She came on the third yours gushing around Ava’s fingers. It spilled onto the sheets leaving a small puddle but Ava only smiled. Bringing her fingers up to Melissa’s mouth the redhead sucked them clean. When she was done it let out a satisfying pop.

“I love you,” Ava said not realizing the words spilled out of her mouth until a shine crossed Melissa’s face.

“I love you more,” The redhead replied, “Now let me take care of you Princess.”

Ava had never uttered those three words out loud to someone she was dating. To burned by those who were supposed to love her unconditionally, to let her heart open that way. But Melissa was different. Melissa was the exception she had waited for her whole life for.

“Say it again,” Ava begged.

“I love you Ava Coleman,” Melissa said a smile playing on her lips.

Ava closed her eyes letting the words swirl through her brain and fix parts of her she forgot were broken. Once her heart settled, she reached for Melissa’s hands, untying the tank top gently. She placed it on the nightstand kissing the inside of Melissa’s wrists. Melissa shook them out gently and then pulled Ava in for a deep kiss.

“How do you want me baby?”

“Riding my face,” Melissa replied with a laugh, “Legs are still a little shaky.”

Ava giggled before sliding up the bed. She brushed away red strands of hair before placing her knees on either side of Melissa’s head. The older woman immediately wrapped her hands around Ava’s thighs, pulling her down onto her eager lips. Ava fell forward hands clutching onto the iron headboard. Melissa didn’t have to work hard to bring Ava to the edge sending broad licks and sucking on her clit. Ava’s whole body shuddered as she finally hit her peak. She went to get off Melissa when she felt the pressure finally release but Mel yanked her back down letting Ava ride the wave until it was dripping down the older woman’s chin.

Ava fell next to Mel, grabbing your tank top and using it to clean the redhead’s face. She threw it across the room, letting it join their pile of clothes. A blanket was pulled up around the two bodies, rapidly cooling down. Melissa wrapped herself around the younger woman placing her head so she could hear the sound of Ava’s heartbeat in her ear. As she caught her breath, Ava moved her fingers through the red locks of hair letting herself settle into the mattress.

“So Y/N,” Melissa said as their breaths finally calmed, “Can we go check on her tomorrow? And maybe talk about… I don’t know how to phrase it.”

“You want to see if she wants to be our girl. Together. The three of us,” Ava suggested squeezing the older woman tighter to her side.

“That doesn’t sound weird right?”

“Well, considering every time we go to McShane’s we shamelessly flirt with her, kiss her, and spend all our time with her even when she isn’t working, I doubt she will find it weird. She is basically our partner anyway just without all the fun stuff,” Ava said with a small laugh.

“Well she definitely needs to be a part of the fun stuff,” Melissa replied and then there was a hitch in her voice, “I never realized that I could have all of these feelings for one person, let alone two. But when she had to leave suddenly, it felt like that moment you got fired. Like the whole world was going to cave in on itself without her. I don’t want to be without her. Or you.”

“And I don’t want to be without either of you,” Ava agreed, “Everyone thinks love has to be this perfect thing with only one person. But there are so many different versions and kinds of love that can not be contained in one relationship or even a friendship. Sometimes that love takes place in more than one person.”

“That is why they give you the big bucks for inspirational speeches,” Melissa hummed and nestled under the blankets.

“I love you Melissa,” Ava said kissing the top of the older woman’s forehead.

Melissa’s response was a snore that made Ava giggle. She lay there for a couple of more moments, her mind wandering to what you were doing. Everything that she hoped for you was the furthest from what was actually happening.

You stood among the ashes of what used to be your apartment. Becca and Tony had fled the scene, and only a police officer was there to greet you. They had been making drugs out of your kitchen, and things have gone south quickly. When the first spark started, everything combusted and nothing could be saved. At least not at first glance. You promised the police officer that you did not know what was going on and as tears welled in your eyes she wished you well. You picked through the rubble to stand it what used to be your bedroom and found the loose floorboard that used to be underneath your bed. You picked at the board covered in ash and found the metal box underneath. It was untouched and you peeled back the lid with a sigh of relief.

A stack of cash you had been hiding from your sister greeted your eyes and you shoved it into your pocket. You pulled out the photo album, fingers tracing over the stitched lettering. Tears dotted the black leather as you reached back in for the final item. A silver token that had shamrock on one side and the words I love you more than all the stars in the sky. Good luck little sis. I am always with you. You kissed the coin before slipping it in your bra. It was the only thing that mattered to you and you had been a fool to leave it out of your sight for one second.

You made your way back to your car hiding the cash within the center console before letting the engine idle as you figured out what to do next. You desperately wished that you could text Ava or Melissa. That you had accepted Mel’s offer and let them come with you. All you really wanted was to be held and told it would be okay. Instead you found a parking spot behind a shopping center away from the main road and curled up in the backseat of your car. You fell asleep, tears still running down your face.

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Melissa and Ava had attempted to go back to McShane’s the following day but were unable to as a crisis sprung up at Abbott that required both of their attention. This led to a couple weeks of preparing for the meeting with the district and the community pulling together to give Ava her job back. In the urgency of it all you hadn’t been forgotten necessarily just pushed to the side. For every time that Melissa and Ava tried to make it to the bar something else pulled them back. However as Ava placed her stuff back in her old office she knew that today was the day.

They drove to the bar humming along to the songs on the radio but when they pulled into the parking lot everything was different. A new sign hung over the door Hot Spot with a girl in a red bikini outlined on the backdrop. Melissa didn’t even wait for Ava to turn the car off before she ran in the door. She only calmed down when she saw you behind the bar like you usually were. But the comfort only lasted for a minute before she noticed what you were wearing. Gone were your corsets, vests, tank tops, and tight jeans, always in the colors black or grey. Instead in a red bikini top that left little to imagination and jean shorts that cut half way over your ass. Fingernails no longer painted red and black but a bright pink that seemed unnatural.Your rings which you always wore absent from your hand. Your hair was up in a high ponytail not a single strand out of place. The only thing that remained the same was the anchor necklace you wore around your neck.

There was a frown on your face as you moved from person to person taking drink orders. The usual light in your eyes is gone and replaced by a void of all emotion. Melissa rushed over to their usual spot at the bar, grabbing for your wrist. You went to yank away but you stopped when you realized it was her. Tears sprung in the corner of your eyes as you took in the sight of the older woman and Ava hot on her heels.

“Baby,” You whispered, “Princess.”

“What happened?” Ava asked looking around the newly revamped space.

“New management,” You sighed, “They made a lot of changes.”

Melissa’s eyes were still locked on yours, “Are you okay sweetheart?”

Before you could respond there was a sharp yank on your ponytail that sent you stumbling backwards. Ava automatically wrapped her arm around Melissa sure that the older woman would jump over the bar to strangle the man herself. You turned to look at your manager anger radiating up your spine.

“You know I have a name right. Y/N. Figure out how to use it and then you don’t have to yank me for my attention,” You spat out.

Your manager merely grunted, “Table 12. Man in the blue tie. Paid a little extra and requested you.”

You shook your head crossing your arms, “I already told you I ain’t doing that shit. This isn’t a strip club and I sure as hell ain’t your prostitue to pimp out. There is not enough money in this world to make me ride old man dick.”

“You are going to do what I tell you to do and shut that fucking bratty mouth for once in your damn life.”

You laughed, crossing your arms, “I don’t take orders from men like you.”

A scream left your lips as he wrapped his fist through your ponytail and pulled you to the ground. You fought against him as he dragged you across the floor and around the corner. Ava didn’t stop Melissa this time as she broke free and ran behind the bar. She leaned next to the ice machine and pulled the metal bat that she knew you kept tucked underneath there. Heels pounded against the tile as she chased after you. Ava dug in her bag, pulling out her laptop and typing frantically. Phone pressed between her ear and shoulder, she made various phone calls. The other people in the bar merely watched on like it was dinner and a movie.

Your manager had hauled you to your feet, throwing you into the office where your heel finally broke and your ankle twisted. Pain radiating up your leg you fell into the desk papers spilling as you tried to dig your nails into the side for purchase. You could barely breathe when the first hit came. To him. At the hands of Melissa.

You turned just in time to see her bring it back for a second swing that landed on his forearm he was using to protect his face. There was a resounding crack that echoed in the small room. He lunged at Melissa but pure rage filled her body as she fought on. Moving to the side he ran straight into the wall nose colliding with a glass picture frame that shattered. Glass went flying and Melissa turned her face in an attempt to avoid it. However this gave your manager time to take a piece that had fallen at his feet and swiped upwards. He made contact with Melissa’s exposed arm blood immediately dripping down her wrist.

She stared at the blood for a moment before her eyes went black. It was like a switch had been flipped leaving Melissa behind and allowing a monster to take over. The bat swung harder landing this time in his ribs. He doubled over in pain and she brought it through with an up swing landing between his legs. He screamed in pain and Melissa cackled a noise so unlike her usual laugh that you flinched. He fell to the floor blood now soaking into his shirt when Melissa raised the bat over her head poised for a killing blow.

“Red! Heel!” You screamed just as she was about to swing.

Melissa turned to look at you and her shoulders immediately went slack. Her green eyes still black you reached your hand out, “There you go Red. It’s me remember? Let me have the bat.”

Melissa turned to growl at the man on the floor debating if she wanted to surrender her only weapon. You tried to stand up to grab it from her but any pressure on your ankle made you hiss in pain. At the sound of your clear discomfort, Melissa rushed towards you. Bat still clutched in her hand tightly she wrapped one arm protectively around you. You moved your hands to cup her cheeks looking straight into her eyes.

“I know you are in there baby,” You whispered, “He isn’t worth it okay? Just give me the bat and come back to me.”

Melissa closed her eyes shut tight as if willing the monster back into its cage. You grabbed the bat, sighing in relief as it was released easily. You dropped it on the floor leaning to kiss the older woman on the forehead. She paused for a moment before opening her eyes. The usual green back but now filled with tears.

“I am okay baby, I am okay,” You reassured her wiping away at the few that had already escaped down her cheeks, “You saved me. I am safe now.”

“Now you aren’t,” Your manager grunted, wobbling to his feet, “You think I am letting you and your little girlfriend get away with this. No one disrespects me.”

He lifted a gun that had been holsted in his waist band and leveled it at Melissa’s back. You squeezed her close putting her head into the crook of your neck as if that would protect a bullet fired at close range. You heard the click of the trigger being pulled but it was the man who trembled this time. Pressed to the side of his skull was a silver revolver that Ava held with a steady hand.

“You threatened to shoot my girls,” Ava snarled, “No one threatens them and lives to see the next day. Drop the gun.”

Your manager gently placed the gun on the floor a dark spot forming at the front of his jeans. Ava looked at this pitiful excuse for a man and there was a steadiness in her voice as she continued, “You think you are some big hot shot because you control woman and make them bend to your bidding. But you are just some soft privileged asshole. Who has been embezzling money from his dad’s company to create his own nest egg. A nest that is slowly crumbling because you forgot how vindictive your father can be with those who steal from him. You were cut off forced to scrounge together your savings to cut an under table deal to buy this bar. Prove to your dad that you were worthy of the family fortunate. But when he didn’t approve and told you that you were exiled for your actions you murdered him. Thought you covered it up to…but I know where the body is.”

Your manager visibly tensed at this and Ava pushed the gun harder into him, “And this isn't your bar anymore. It’s theirs. To do whatever they would like with. I already called the FBI who should be arriving at any moment so all that leaves is a decision. Do we let you run? Or do we shoot? What do you think boss?”

“Let them chase you like a hungry pack of wolves. So that you may never know a moment’s peace. To let you feel hunted just like the woman you torment every day,” You barked and when he didn't move you yelled, “Run!”

He sprinted out the door running into walls in his haste but it was already to late. The dull sound of sirens blared in the background coming closer. You allowed Melissa to remove her head from your shoulder but she clung to your side as she turned to look at Ava.

“When the hell did you get a gun?”

“I borrowed it. From Marsha,” Ava said and in entered Marsha who took the gun emptying the bullets and restoring it.

She looked at your shocked face, “What I don't got two girlfriends to defend my honor. I have to protect myself somehow.”

You nodded in understanding before she asked, “Everyone cleared out already. So what should we do boss?”

The reality of being boss sunk in and panic rose in your stomach. Melissa was the one to step into your rescue, “Eat dinner. FBI is going to want to question all of us. So buckle in for a long night. Then go home and rest. We will reconvene in two days to discuss the future of the bar. We will pay double your normal tips till we figure out what to do.”

Marsha grinned, “Now this is some shit I could get used to.”

When she left Ava took off her tan trench coat and wrapped it around you. You smiled finally being covered from prying eyes and pulled both of them into a hug, “Thank you for coming back for me.”

“I'm sorry we didn't come before,” Melissa said choking back tears.

“Never again,” Ava promised, “You are ours now and we will never leave you behind like that again.”

“I like the sound of that,” You grinned as Melissa and Ava leaned down to kiss your cheeks.

Hours passed before the FBI concluded their interviews and allowed everyone to leave. During that time you had changed into your normal clothes still keeping Ava’s jacket wrapped around you. One foot back in your black converse and the other wrapped in gauze with an ice pack attached. It was sprained luckily but your mind was already racing with how you were going to be able to drive let alone sleep in the back of your car like this. This train of thought was pointless however as Melissa appeared with crutches she found in the lost and found. Her cut was bandaged and she looked unfazed as her eyes twinkled at you.

“You are coming home with us tonight. I'm not letting you out of my sight for at least 48 hours,” She demanded more than explained as she handed the crutches to you.

You placed them under your arms as Ava reached into your purse and grabbed your keys, “I'll drive your car to Mel’s house and meet you both there.”

A panic looked crossed your face as you remembered what your car looked like. Crammed full of stuff that had kept you living out of it for the past couple weeks while you looked for a new place. You tried to protest but a stern look from Ava silenced you. This is what was happening and this time you weren’t going to deny their help. Not again.

Melissa lead you to their car one hand gently on your back. Once you were loaded in crutches in the back seat Ava leaned down to kiss your forehead. She shut the door gently and then took Melissa into a hug. You watched their easy intimacy as Melissa kissed the younger woman deeply. When they parted ways Ava winked at the red head who blushed. Once in the car Bon Jovi filled the speakers and Melissa tangled her fingers in yours.

“I'm so sorry,” was all she said as she started towards her house.

“Baby,” You said squeezing her hand, “You are here now. That is what matters. There is no need to apologize.”

Melissa lifted your hand to kiss your palm her anxiety soothed for the moment. The inside of Melissa’s house was exactly what you expected. Cluttered with pictures and plants across every available surface. Leftover smells from the dinner she had made hours earlier. Her kitchen in immaculate shape with copper pans hanging over a marble island. It was busy but cluttered in a way that was organized and you could understand how someone could fall in love with space.

“Can I get you something? Anything at all?” Melissa asked pacing the kitchen rearranging already perfectly set spices.

“Get this damn make shift cast off so I can take a shower.”

“You are keeping that on for 48 hours like the medics told you,” Melissa tutted, “But I'll show you a trick Nonna used for me when I broke my ankle as a kid.”

She grabbed a trash bag and roll of duct tape from underneath the sink and with a jerk of her head you followed her. She kept one arm under your shoulder as you jumped up her stairs. You could hear her mumbling under her breath that she always knew these stairs were going to screw her over one day. It was cute to see her fretting over you already.

Once upstairs she stopped in the master bathroom and there was a pink blush to her cheeks, “I can…uh… I can leave while you get undressed if you want.”

“You won't take the cast off so you sure as hell are going to help me get these pants over it,” You joked and with a small jump got onto the bathroom counter.

Melissa shook her head mumbling stubborn ass as she approached you. She unbuckled your jeans and you lifted your hips up to help her. She pulled your jeans down stopping as the waistband hit just above your knees. She looked up at you pupils wide.

“Really no underwear?”

You shrugged, “Too many layers.”

Melissa’s face was now a bright red but she continued her mission doing her best to pull the jeans off your leg as gently as possible. You hissed a couple times but breathed a sigh of relief when they were finally a puddle on the floor. Melissa went to move out the room but you grabbed her hand pulling her back to you.

“You forgot clothes.”

Melissa took a deep breath, her fingers sliding underneath your shirt and pulling it upwards. Once it joined your pants on the floor you reached into your bra pulling out the silver token. You extended it out to her a small shake in your movements.

“Can you put this somewhere safe for me? I can’t lose it.”

Melissa didn't ask questions only promised she would and then pulled off your sports bra. You sat on the counter completely naked in front of her and all of her self constraint snapped. She rushed forward lips smashing with yours and you moaned. Fingers finding their way into red curls as you pulled her closer to you. Everything was going well until she moved and your ankle bounced against a drawer handle. You swore and Melissa pulled away in a panic.

“Oh shit I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you,” She rushed getting pulling your leg away from the drawer.

“The pain was worth it for that kiss,” You grinned and Melissa rolled her eyes.

“Shower then sleep for you. It’s been a long day.”

“More kisses tomorrow?” You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip.

“Tomorrow precious,” Mel promised, “Now let me fix this.”

She ruffled the trash bag open, pulled it up and tight around your knee. She wrapped duct tape around the top sealing it off from any water. You looked down laughing as she admired her work.

“You serious?”

“Dead serious. We were too poor for a real cast covering so Nonna improvised. Just be glad you only got that make shift one for two days. I had mine for 2 months. Many a trash bag was wasted for my showers,” Melissa explained,“You think you good to shower and I'll get you some clothes?”

You nodded and Melissa exited the bathroom. Once the door clicked closed behind her she released a shaky breath. She was about to go back in when Ava’s laughter filled the room.

“Caved first didn't you?” She asked with a quirking an eyebrow as she held out her palm.

“Fuck off,” Melissa grumbled and dug out a twenty to give to the younger woman.

Ava grinned but pulled Mel in by her hips, “Are you okay baby?”

Melissa sighed running a hand through her hair, “I'm okay I think. Pissed that it had to happen at all. We should have been there for her but life just kept getting in the way.”

Ava nodded in understanding guilt clawing at her own stomach, “Never again.”

She hugged Melissa tightly, kissing her forehead. She only pulled away when her phone rang. Looking at the number she moved to leave the room, “Have to officially wrap tonight up but I will be back soon.”

Melissa nodded digging through her drawers to find you clothes. She settled on an oversized Beatles shirt and a pair of boxers. You were out of the shower towel wrapped around you as she entered the room. Your wet hair fell in curly loops around your back and Melissa swore that this was the first time she saw you without makeup. Face clean eyes shining brighter than usual. You looked absolutely gorgeous but also exhausted.

"Here are your clothes," Melissa smiled and pointed at your necklace, "You always wear that even in the shower?"

You pulled the anchor up holding it in your hand getting lost in a memory before replying, "Yeah. My sister Bridget always told me that it would hold for a lifetime because she put her love into every chain and a sister's love never breaks."

"Sounds like an amazing sister."

"She was...she was," You gulped, "Is it okay if I go lay down for a minute? My leg is starting to hurt."

Melissa suppressed a sigh watching as the door you had started to open slammed shut once again. She nodded a response and moved out of your way. You navigated your way out with your crutches as Melissa looked at herself in the mirror. There were small flecks of dried blood on her face that she hadn't noticed and the bottom of her shirt was stained from where she had wrapped her cut. Moving to unroll the bandage she put the blood soaked cloth into the garbage can. The bleeding had already stopped with the cut beginning to close. It could have been worse she knew but she wouldn't have changed her actions for the world. She could release the monster to protect the ones she loved. It was the coming back from it she struggled with but you had done it so easily. Not letting her sit in the darkness of her mind for long. She could still see the glint of dark in her eyes as the monster tried to reach out but she ignored it and got into the shower.

Back in the bedroom you were about to go through the door when Ava opened in stopping you, "Where you going angel?"

"To find some place to lay down. It's all finally catching up to me."

Ava pointed behind you, "You are going the wrong way the bed is behind you."

"That is your and Melissa's bed. I can..."

"Plenty of room for all three of us. Go get comfortable," Ava said in the voice you learned left no room for argument.

She pulled back the covers and helped you shimmy into the middle of the bed. Placing the crutches against the night stand she leaned down and kissed you. The opposite of Melissa's hard and desperate kiss, this was soft and deliberate. A controlled movement that was so Ava that you didn't hesitate to open your mouth when her tongue swiped your lower lip asking for access. Your senses overloaded until she finally pulled away.

She kissed your forehead gently before pulling the blanket back up around your chest, "Get some rest sweetheart. You are safe here."

You merely nodded attempting to keep your eyes open as Ava pulled off her dress to reveal a navy blue lingerie set that hugged her dark skin. But soon the exhaustion caught up to you and you fell back against the pillow mind going blank.

A couple moments later Melissa emerged from the bathroom her wet hair making large splotches across her blue shirt. She moved to Ava who had just pulled on an Eagles shirt. The younger woman wrapped Melissa against her and they both turned to look at you.

"How can someone look so tired while sleeping?" Melissa asked looking at the furrow of your brow.

"Pretty sure she has been sleeping out of her car for weeks,"Ava admitted.

"Our poor angel," Melissa commented moving to the bed.

She curled herself around your back wrapping a protective arm around your hips. You didn't stir merely pressed closer to her as a snore escaped your lips. Ava crawled across from Melissa facing towards you. She cupped your cheek gently rubbing her thumb against your soft skin.

“Sleep well Angel. We got you.”

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more-than-a-princess · 1 year ago

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"Wh-what!? That is not what I meant by that at all! I meant you are a nurse, a professional nurse! You are the only one in our class we should be taking medical advice from!"

"But with that in mind, it should be said that sex workers and adult entertainers deserve our respect and should be allowed to conduct their business safely, legally, and peacefully. Unless they are victims of human trafficking, which Novoselic is working very hard to eliminate over the next few years."

"I-I'M NOT A PROFESSIONAL! I D-DON'T GET PAID TO H-HAVE INTERCOURSE!"

#more-than-a-princess dashcomm #more-than-a-princess crack #hxpelessnurse #(In which Sonia apologizes and then delivers an important PSA)

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more-than-a-princess · 1 year ago

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Just a small PSA (which I'll reblog on Munday too):

As I work to reply to current threads between now and Tuesday (as that is what my current queued and to-write list has dictated), I just want to give current writing partners (and interested writing partners!) a heads-up that I will be cutting off daily reply posts starting Friday, March 29.

I will be using the next week between March 29 and April 5 to create a backlog of RP replies that will be queued, alongside art and aesthetic posts, for the next two weeks while I'm on vacation hiatus. This is hopefully to prevent an onslaught of replies while I'm on vacation and therefore will, hopefully, give me less to catch up on all at once upon my return!

tl;dr - If it's your turn to reply and you get me a reply early next week, I will likely get you another reply in turn before March 29. After March 29, you will get your next reply from me sometime between April 5 and April 21. This is also contingent on just how many replies I get back in the next few days.

#more-than-a-princess musings #more-than-a-princess PSA #(I hope that made sense. Basically: I want to use the week before I leave to create my hiatus queue)#(And therefore won't be posting thread replies during that week)

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hoshigray · 1 year ago

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Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why not both? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)

“Oh, Y/n, it’s good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Let’s walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.”

“Y/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that you’re here. Let’s grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?”

You thought college life couldn’t get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrong…

Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as it’s challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough – not to mention trying to commit to clubs – making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.

With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. You’re utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion you’ve grown to accept and find comfort in — no need to change it if it’s been doing you well this far.

That is until you meet them — Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko.

Gojo is the star player of the school’s basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the “disgustingly tactless, cutesy prince” of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, he’s a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, he’s a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.

In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, he’s someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.

Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites – two best friends – who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact: the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!

How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.

Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, who’d pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldn’t push them away — how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.

And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the former’s skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. “Yo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and I’d be damned if you’d be third-wheeling.”

“That’s not happening, Satoru,” Geto’s hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. “Y/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.”

Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as you’re stuck in the middle of them. It’s bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; it’s another thing when you’re being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??

But it wasn’t all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties he’s been invited to and to his crowded games (where he’s always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where you’re courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.

The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.

However, their infatuation was something you’d find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very minds…and bodies.

“…Mhahhh, Go—Mmmph! Gojooo…we shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Aww, c’mon, Y/n, you know I don’t like it when you call me by last name. It’s just the two of us here…Fuck, keep licking it like that…”

Sneaking into the basketball team’s locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, that’s a can of worms you never thought you’d open in your entire life.

Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. “Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum again…” You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men.

This was his idea – bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the men’s locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. “Sorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,” he’d say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.

So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. “—Ahh, fuck…God, you’ve gotten so good at that, cutie. Can’t get enough of you...”

His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.

However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojo’s cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he can’t hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.

“Relax, no one’s coming here,” Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. “Let’s make this one quick, okay?”

You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you can’t tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. He’s making you focus on nothing but him — a selfish objection from a selfish man as he’s using you to relieve himself in the men’s locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldn’t stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing!

“Hhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,” he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. “Shiiit, baby, I’m gonna cum…Take it all in…!”

You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, that’s when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste.

But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, “N–No, Gojo! You have to get back to practice—“

“Shhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,” he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! “I’ll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you don’t stop using my last name when it’s just the two of us here.” The playful grin on his lips doesn’t make that threat any better. “One more time, please?”

With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. “Only one more…okay, Satoru?”

He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. “Yes, pretty girl~.”

And it doesn’t stop there — because Geto is no better.

“Aww, you two are so cute together~”

You squirm on the booth seat you’re sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends — a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing you’re not one for being around people you’re not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Geto’s frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.

Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Aren’t we? But they’re the cutest thing to me.” He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; it’s an action that has your face grow in warmth — and the couple “awwing” at his affection.

The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. “I never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you don’t seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.”

“Mmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,” you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy he’s talking with. “And, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just can’t imagine them being out of my line of sight.”

The guy across laughs. “Sounds kinda obsessive!”

Geto shrugs with a chortle. “I guess it’s like that, I don’t know. I’m just really crazy about them; they’re my sweetheart after all.”

“That’s so sweet!” The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, “So, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?”

The question has you stumped for a bit as you weren’t ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Geto’s hand rub on your thigh. “U-Umm, me—ahem—Geto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to him—Mmmm!” You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.

The girl asks more questions. “Oh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?”

“Well, not really…She and Geto—Ohh!” You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Geto’s forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. “I–I mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda got…Nnmm,” you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. “She was the one who introduced me to him…”

“Is that so? Hehe, it’s amazing how the world works, huh?” You listen, but your mind is too focused on Geto’s digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. “Here are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. It’s crazy imagining you two would’ve never met hadn’t that happened.”

Geto hums at that comment, “I agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. “Mhmm, yes, I’m so grateful that Suguru is in my life…He’s been such a help to me,” his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. “Hahhh, he’s so good to me, and I love him just as mu—Mmmph!!”

“Hmm? Are you okay, Y/n?” How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriend’s thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe? You’d rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Geto’s shoulder.

Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. “I think they’re a little parched, must’ve been this lemonade I got for them. I’ll go get them some water—“

“Oh, no, no! I’ll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.” The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriend’s hand to follow suit. “C’mon, let’s leave these lovebirds for a bit. We’ll be right back!”

And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. “Mmmph, Suguru, please, take it out before—Ahhh…! They come back…”

Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, “Just checking to see what I’ll be having later.”

It doesn’t matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get.

It doesn’t matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating!

When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, there’s private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight.

Again, sometimes it’s overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And it’s not like you haven’t tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, it’s driving you crazy just how much they can’t keep their hands off you!

Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence.

“Hahhh, damn, Y/n…you’re sucking me off so good,” Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. “So good for me, huh, sweetie?”

The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Geto’s girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. It’s his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.

You whine of his member, Gojo’s tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Geto’s glans, and then he’ll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. It’s such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojo’s hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him.

“—Khhhh, Jesus Christ…Hohhh, right there, sweetie…” The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. “Heh, you doing good down there, Satoru?”

The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. “Hahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,” his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Geto’s girth. “Aww, look at you trying to move from me,” Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. “Don’t go anywhere, princess; I’m not finished until you cum on my face again.”

“Ohhh, shit, keep doing what you’re doing, Satoru,” Geto subtly bucks his hips, “I love the way they’re whining on my dick…”

With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. It’s to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Geto’s length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss.

And if you think you couldn’t get swamped enough, think again.

“—Nnngh, fuck, Y/n, you’re gripping on my dick like crazy…Hehe, is it because you can’t look me in the face? Damn, you’re such a cutie…”

Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojo’s neck as you’re straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris.

“Hahhh, ahhnn—Ohhhh!” Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of what’s happening. And it’s not like you can’t stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft — you’ve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojo’s hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So it’s expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. “Ahhaaa! Sa’toruuu, stooohhp—hic…! I’m ‘oo sens' tiveee!!”

“You say that, but—hnnn! You’re rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.” He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. “Holy shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.”

“Don’t even think about it, Satoru,” you hear Geto’s voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. “If I can’t go condom-less, you’re not getting any special treatment out of it either.”

“Psssh, yeah, yeah,” Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. “Come on, angel, let’s get you prepped up.” The white-haired boy’s hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint.

Geto grins salaciously. “My, what a dirty sight for me, my love.” You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. “Relax, pretty girl,” he kisses your temple. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”

You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb he’ll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. “Stay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for you…”

Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how you’ve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Geto’s pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips.

“Heh, there you are,” Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. “What a pretty face when you’re going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.”

You couldn’t even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesn’t help that your holes don’t stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again.

“Holy fuck,”Geto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. “You’re so tight, Y/n…like you’re gonna milk me dry.”

Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojo’s neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, “Hey, baby,” he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. “God, you sound so fucking cute, angel…”

“—Ahhahh…! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow d—Owwhhnn!!” You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you can’t reach, and Geto’s girth having your backside completely stretched for him. It’s all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. “…Nhooo, God, I’m gonna—“

“Gonna cum, cutie?” You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. “Let’s cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girl…” And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him.

“—Hnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, don’t clamp onto me so sudden—Ohh, shit, shit, shiiit,” Black hair strands fall from Geto’s shoulders as he falters at your grip. “Gonna cum, too….Gahhh—“

Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojo’s lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm.

After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. “Phew, that felt way too good.”

“For real, can’t get enough of this.” Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. “Ready for another round, baby? C’mon, let’s switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.” His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. “Oh, you disgusting son of a bitch…”

“Shut up and switch, or else I’ll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.”

Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you can’t even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.

Yet, at the same time, you don’t hate it — far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as they’re probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower.

The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times you’ve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same.

“Hey, Y/n.”

Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Geto’s voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Suguru!? I–I thought you were sleep—“

“I was until you left my arms,” he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. “Besides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?”

“Oh, Y/n~,” another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. “Don’t tell me you decided to shower without m—…Oh, you’re here, too.”

“Obviously,” Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. “I live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.”

Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. “Well, don’t you think it’s rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?”

“I could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?”

“Duh! I’m here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?”

“Are you? Don’t you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?”

“Oh, eat horse shit.”

“Croak and die.”

You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you don’t hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.

…But would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?

Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these two…

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.4

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which anakin feels completely isolated from you for the first time in five years, and he doesn’t know if he will ever be given the chance to fix his mistake.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Anakin gave his guitar to Theo as he sprinted off stage and towards the very dressing room he broke your heart in.

You never came back after walking away at the beginning of the show, and that had him completely on edge. He looked around the backstage area and when he couldn’t find you anywhere, he checked the dressing room. But you weren’t in there either.

Maybe you went back to the bus? God, he hoped so. He just got you back, he couldn’t handle losing you again so soon, and for a completely different reason this time.

His nerves were completely shot as he practically sprinted to the bus, the only thought on his mind being to get back to you and further explain things to you. If he needed to drop to his knees and beg for you, he was more than willing to do so, because you were it. His one and only, and you always would be.

The show tonight was one of the longer ones, so in the two hours he was on stage you could have literally gone anywhere. His heart was in his throat as he pulled open the bus door and looked around, and he could feel it quicken its pace as he realized that you weren’t here either.

Where the fuck did you go? You told him you’d be here after the show, yet he couldn’t find any trace of you.

Actually, he couldn’t find any sign of you at all. Your bag was gone, your jacket was picked up from off the couch, and your laptop wasn’t on the table anymore. “No,” he rasped. “Fuck. No.”

His hands were shaking as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called you, but he was sent straight to voicemail.

You were ignoring him.

“Fuck,” he nearly yelled as he called you again, only to be met with the same result. “Fuck!”

After the third call he was forced to leave you a message, and he felt as pathetic as he sounded. “Baby, please. Please….call me back. I’m so sorry,” he rambled as he pulled at his sweaty hair. “We need to talk about this more, we have to work this out, I….fuck, Y/n, you said you’d be here after the show.”

He was crying now and was choking on his words as he said them, and he hoped you would be able to understand him, but he also hoped you couldn’t. He hated the fact that he was the one crying after he fucked things up, possibly beyond repair, when he really had no right to.

“Please, just…tell me where you are and that you’re okay and safe, please,” he begged and dropped onto the couch. “I love you.”

His phone fell to the floor after that and his hands came up to cover his face.

He had no idea what to do. He was shaking and his eyes were sore as he couldn’t seem to stop the tears from leaving them.

What the fuck is he going to do? How is he going to fix this?

He can’t lose you. He can’t, he wouldn’t be able to function without you. The thought of not having you around him after this was enough to send him into a panic attack, and he knew he needed to get a hold of himself, but he didn’t know how.

You weren’t here, weren’t at the venue, and your stuff was gone. Where did you go? You wouldn’t have left without telling him, right? You wouldn’t have gone back to London and not tell him, right?

He didn’t know anymore.

His phone went off from its place on the floor, and he scrambled off the couch to grab it, and when he saw that it was you who texted him, he nearly cried of joy. But your message wasn’t what he wanted to read, and it left him feeling even worse.

Princess: I’m safe. I just need some time to think. Please, at least give me that.

You slept on a chair in the airport last night, your duffle bag being your pillow and your jacket being your blanket.

Your eyes were bloodshot and sore beyond words from all the crying you’ve done since Anakin told you that he cheated on you. Did that count as him cheating on you? Not exactly, but his lips touched someone else’s, so what did that make it? Accidentally cheating? You didn’t know and you were too upset to care about what to call it.

After he went on stage and began the show, you couldn’t stand it anymore and left. You went back to the bus and was originally going to stay there and sleep on the couch, but the more you got into your head, the more you wanted to get the fuck out of there completely.

Running away from your problems never helped anybody, but you were too stubborn to think rationally at this point.

So you bought a ticket for the earliest flight back to London and grabbed your things before fleeing from the bus and sending him a text after listening to his voicemail.

You felt bad about leaving like that, but you were so upset and hurt. Your heart felt like it had been physically ripped from your body and been left back with Anakin in Paris; the place you wanted to visit for so long now with the love of your life. And the two days you were there with him were amazing, and you were prepared for so much more, but every hope and dream you had for that city had been crushed and destroyed. You weren’t sure you ever wanted to go back, Eiffel Tower be damned.

There were other towers you could see, right?

The whole flight back to London you wrote down the last few chapters for your short story in your notebook, needing the distraction to help keep you sane enough to be able to get back to your room in one piece.

You looked like a mess once you got back onto campus, and you avoided everyone like the plague as you made a beeline towards your dorm and had a forty five minute shower. It helped a little bit, but you were still left feeling empty as you sat down on your bed with wet hair and opened up your laptop to type out what you wrote down on the plane.

After you added some final touches, you printed it out and got changed into a pair of jeans and a grey shirt, leaving your hair still damp as you made your way to Kenneth’s classroom.

It was empty when you entered it, and he looked up at you in surprise when you closed the door behind you and walked over to him. “Miss Y/l/n,” he greeted and closed the book he was reading. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon. I thought you’d still be with that boyfriend of yours.”

The mention of Anakin had a sharp pain shoot straight through your heart, and you flinched slightly as you cleared your throat. “Yeah, something happened with that,” you whisper and he gives you a look of concern as he notices the way your eyes glaze over with tears. “I’m okay. Promise.”

He gives you a smile that nearly had you sobbing right then and there, because how the fuck did things get to this? How did you end up back in London, crying in front of your instructor with wet hair that dampened your shirt as the seconds went on?

“Alright,” he said quietly and braced his elbows on his desk. “What’s going on?”

His voice was so comforting and caring, you allowed your walls to come down a bit as you held up the stack of papers in your hand and wiped your eyes with your other. “I wrote my short story,” you announce. “I didn’t get around to editing it, so it’s probably full of errors, but I just wanted to give it to you because..”

You stopped your sentence short, but Kenneth gave you a look that told you he knew exactly what you were saying. “Because you’re not coming back to class,” he finished for you. “Are you?”

He stated it instead of asking it, and you bite down on your bottom lip as you nodded. Glancing down at the papers in your hands, he gestures for you to give them to him, and you do so with a sad smile. “You don’t have to read it,” your voice broke as you felt yourself beginning to cry again. “I just wanted to show that I really did love every second of these classes. I know I can do so much more, but it’s just not a good time for me right now.”

Kenneth flipped through the pages and looked up at you. “I’ll read it,” he promised, his gaze the softest you had ever seen it, and you realized just how much you would miss being able to talk to him like this and not feel embarrassed about it. “You’re an amazing writer, Y/n. It was a privilege to have you in my class, and I hate to see you go so soon, but I also want you to start putting yourself first. You’re always worried about everyone else around you, don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. Whatever happened before this, don’t let it take over. Use it, if it helps.”

You nod and wipe at your eyes with both hands now, sniffling quietly as you look at the man you respect deeply.

“You’re going to go on and do great things. You’re young, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you,” he lightened the mood by laughing and it made you laugh, too. “Just don’t forget to put yourself first. I remember when my teacher told me that, and it stuck with me for most of my life. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear it until he said it.”

And you didn’t either.

It was true, you put everyone above yourself and it often made you forget to take care of yourself. But not anymore.

You were going back home, and you were dropping out of the program, but you weren’t quitting. You just needed to figure some things out and keep yourself grounded until you decided what was going to happen next.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “For everything.”

Kenneth nodded and set your story down onto his desk. “Good luck, Y/n,” he said and it was the second time he used your first name since you walked in here, and it somehow made everything seem so much more real. You weren’t his student anymore. “I’ll reach out to you once I’ve finished reading this.”

“Okay,” you nod and turn around, giving the classroom one last look before heading towards the administrative office to officially drop out of the school.

You cried more as you packed up your room, and then Bailey came in and let you cry onto her shoulder as she held you and told you to keep in touch. After that you met Evan’s eyes from across campus, and the three bags you were carrying told him all he needed to know.

He brought you into his arms, too, and these were the people you were going to miss most about this chapter in your life. “Call me whenever you need to, okay? Or whenever you want to,” he begged and you nod against his chest. “Fuck, this sucks. I’m going to miss you.”

You laugh sadly, “I’m going to miss you, too,” then you step away and get a ride back to the airport, your heart feeling the heaviest its felt in all the twenty two years you’ve been alive.

Anakin didn’t sleep at all, but that was no surprise.

He got a good two nights of sleep with you while you were here, but now that you were gone, his sleep schedule was already back to being fucked.

His whole body felt weak as he paced around backstage, holding his phone up to his ear as he called you for the first time today. He told himself that he’d give you some time, but fuck that. He missed you and needed to see where things were with you at the moment.

“Hi,” you answered, making Anakin instantly stop pacing.

“Hi,” he said back quickly. “How are you? Where are you?” He had no idea where you were since you only told him that you were safe, and he wasn’t one of those boyfriends that needed their girlfriends location on all the time.

“In the car,” you answered and he felt his heart drop. “On the way to the airport.”

“The…airport?” He stuttered, his eyes burning as he let your words sink in. “You’re going back to London?”

“No,” you say quietly, and he could hear in your voice the way you were holding back tears. “I’m already in London. I’m going back home, Anakin.”

Anakin felt his whole body tense up, and it felt almost painful to move. So he stayed still as he tried to process your words. “You’re in London? How? When?”

“Last night. I bought a ticket and left. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I just don’t know what to do anymore, Anakin,” you cried and the remaining pieces of his heart shattered to bits. “I dropped out of the writing program and now I’m on my way back home. I need to feel normal right now or I might just go crazy.”

“Baby,” he shakily said as he met Vinny’s eyes from across the room. His friend gave him a concerned look, but Anakin just turned around and headed for the dressing room. “Baby, please.”

“Please, what? I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t know what to say,” you sobbed and he let the door close loudly behind him once he reached the dressing room.

“Say that we’re going to be okay,” he begged, beginning to pace around the small room as he tugged at his hair. “Say that you and I will be fine, that we’ll talk this through and that we’re going to be okay.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, leaving him to listen to your uneven breathing. “You’re in Paris, Anakin,” he hated the way you hadn’t called him Ani even once since the start of this call. “I’ll be in LA tomorrow. Maybe this time away from each other will be good.”

“We’ve been away from each other,” he said as his heart twisted in agony. “I don’t want more time apart.”

“You’re on tour, Anakin-”

“I’ll come home,” he cut you off. “I’ll talk to Helena, we’ll stop the tour for a few weeks or something. Please.”

You sniff quietly. “The tour is too important,”

“You’re more important. We’re more important,” he thought maybe he was getting through to you, but then you destroyed that small ounce of hope with a single sentence.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered. “I need time. Have fun on the rest of the tour, Anakin. I really mean that.”

Then you hung up before he could say another word, leaving him to call you back three times before you turned your phone off.

“Fuck!” Anakin yells out and throws his phone onto the couch before sitting down next to it, his hands coming up to cover his face as he tries to hold back his tears.

This was all his fault. He fucked things up between you beyond repair, and he was the one to blame.

You flew back to London, for fucks sake, and the whole time he thought you were still here. And now you’re going back to LA, back to the apartment you and he shared, and possibly packing up there as well.

What was he supposed to do? He needed to be on stage in less than twenty minutes, and he was on the verge of a panic attack.

Anakin looked around the room wildly, as if anything he would help him even a little bit. His eyes landed on the various alcohol bottles placed on a table in the corner, and he knew he shouldn’t. The last time he drank was at the club with Liz, then she kissed him and he threw up twice and swore he’d never drink again.

But it was different this time.

He needed to feel nothing right now, to get him through the show, then he’d figure out how to fix things.

Without giving it a second thought, Anakin grabbed the first bottle he could reach and spent the next ten minutes drinking it. He set the now empty bottle down and left his phone on the couch, swinging the door open and stumbling his way backstage.

The first person he saw was Liz. Of course it was Liz.

Anakin’s eyes glazed over and he made it to her in less than four strides. She turned to face him with that fucking smirk of hers, and he narrowed his eyes on the bruise that had formed on the bridge of her nose, and for a split second he was proud that his girlfriend did that to her, then he remembered that you might not be his girlfriend anymore. “There you are,” she cooed. “We were starting to get worried.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, getting into her personal space. This was another situation where he could use his size to his advantage, even if he hated to do it, but he didn’t care right now. “This is all your fault. Y/n left because of what you did, because of what we did. Are you happy? Are you fucking proud of yourself?”

Vinny, who was standing nearby quickly made his way over, as did Helena, who had been talking with Theo a few feet away. “Anakin,” Vinny murmured, pulling on his arm. “Hey, don’t do this, man. She’s not worth it.”

Helena guided Liz away and towards the side of the stage, and Anakin could see how angry his manager was as she talked to the photographer.

Anakin turned to Vinny, his eyes burning and his head spinning. “She left,” he rasped. “She left, Vin. Y/n left to go back home.”

Vinny stepped back in surprise but kept his hand on Anakin’s arm. “Back home? Like, back to London?”

“No, back to LA. She already went back to London and dropped out of the program and now she’s going back home,” he nearly cried. “She’s going to leave me, Vinny. I lost her.”

The drummer looked alarmed, and he pulled Anakin into his arms within seconds. “It’s okay,” he tried to comfort him, but they both knew it would never work. “It’s okay.”

Anakin felt pathetic. This is the second time Vinny had to comfort him in less than two weeks, and while he knew Vinny would never mind doing so, Anakin still felt terrible. It shouldn’t be this way. He should be better than this.

“We’ll talk after the show,” Vinny promised, pulling away and reaching up to smooth out Anakin’s hair. “You and I will figure everything out, okay? It’s going to be okay.”

Anakin felt like a shell of himself as he nodded and allowed Vinny to lead him out onto stage, his mind a mess of thoughts and doubts and worries, and all of them were about you.

The lights were blinding and Anakin’s vision blurred from the flashes. His head was pounding and his throat was dry as he tried to get out the last song of the night as quickly as he could, but he felt sick. The bourbon he had downed earlier didn’t help, either.

He felt bile rise up his throat but he held it back and tore his eyes away from the crowd so he could look over at Theo. The bass player gave him a concerned look as he began to sing the song as well, no doubt sensing something was wrong and deciding to help the poor guy out.

Anakin was thankful for that as he didn’t have to raise his voice anymore since Theo is singing alongside him now, so his throat was given somewhat of a break. While his friend didn’t have a strong enough voice to be the lead singer, Theo still had a pretty good singing voice, and Anakin knew he should probably start having him sing in more songs in the future.

He felt his heartbeat quicken as even more sweat began to settle on his skin. The flannel he had adorned at the start of the show had long since been tossed aside and had left him in just his graphic tee, but he was still so fucking hot, and the lights weren’t helping at all.

He made the mistake of looking over to his right, where he saw Liz and Helena standing backstage. While his manager had a frown on her lips, Liz had a lustful look in her eyes, and somehow that made Anakin feel even more sick.

His fingers fumbled on the strings as he messed up the tempo of the song, which is something he had never done while he was out on stage before. Embarrassment floods through him and he quickly falls back into the right rhythm with Vinny and Theo backing him up as best as they could.

All these cameras on him were not helping, even though he was used to being filmed at this point. He felt like was three seconds away from having a full on panic attack, and he would probably die of humiliation if he woke up tomorrow morning to see thousands of videos online of him breaking down on stage.

The headline ‘Anakin Skywalker Has Epic Meltdown During Last Song Of Show’ was one he refused to read the following day. Fuck, he hated those stupid tabloids. They were written by money hungry, self-obsessed assholes who wouldn’t know what privacy is if it slapped them in the face.

You hated them, too, and your distaste for them was more than valid.

He missed you. God, did he ever.

Anakin wasn’t used to missing you. He never needed to. Ever since his third year of high school he’s had you by his side. You were never more than a few feet away from him back then, and even now you were always usually backstage and quietly cheering him on. You should be where Liz is currently standing now.

Or maybe he should be with you.

Since the second you became his girlfriend you were always his top priority.

He hated that he had somehow managed to forget that fact the minute a pretty girl started paying more attention to him than you were. Could you be blamed? You were thousands of miles away and chasing your own dream while he was living out his. You couldn’t give him every second of your time like he was used to receiving, and he really fucking hated how he had actually managed to turn into one of those pricks who forgets about how good he has it as soon as things don’t end up going his way.

Anakin wanted to stop singing the song and call out to you, but you weren’t in the crowd. You weren’t backstage. You weren’t here. You weren’t with him. You wouldn’t answer him, because you’re so fucking far away while he is here acting like everything is just fine. All he wanted to do was to run off stage, find you, and wrap you up in his arms, but he wasn’t sure if he had that right anymore.

He’s insecure and has never been away from you for this long. It was like he didn’t know how to properly function without you by his side.

All the excuses in the world would never make up for just how poorly he’s treated you and for how little effort he’s been putting into your relationship.

He didn’t blame you for wanting to end it.

But he needed you. He had just gotten you back, just gotten that sense of normalcy back, but you were gone again.

Possibly for good this time, and he only had himself to blame.

One more part after this x

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luffytheworld · 6 months ago

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Thronebound Hearts (Ushijima Wakatoshi x F!Reader Royal Au)

Hello! Before beginning, It's right to mention that I was inspired by this beautiful work , a sakusa royal au fanfic. If you haven't read it and you like Kiyoomi and Royal AU's then I highly recommend to go check it out :)

Anyways, I really loved the fanfic so much and the wording make me feel like a true queen (ahaha) and I was inspired to write this fanfic but with Wakatoshi instead.

PSA: This fanfic takes place in the same universe and timeline as that work. If you want to, definitely go check out their beautifully written work. Enjoy!

themes: Royal Au, Heartbreak, Princess F! Reader, Past Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

w/c: 1.1k

INTRO: LOSS

The Princess’s art room was a sanctuary of light, a place where the golden hues of the setting sun filtered through tall arched windows, bathing the space in a serene glow.

Stacks of pristine parchment sat neatly on an ornate wooden table, and vases of fresh flowers, chosen daily by her devoted servants, adorned every corner.

The faint scent of jasmine oil lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp tang of paint. Yet, despite its beauty, the room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the presence of melancholy.

You sat by the grand window, your fingers delicately holding a paintbrush. You worked in silence, the tip of the brush gliding over the canvas, bringing to life a sweeping landscape of a stormy sea.

As the second-born child of the royal family, you had lived a life free of weighty expectations. Your older brother was the crowned prince, destined to rule, while you were simply the cherished princess—a symbol of Ichibayashi’s elegance and grace.

You were given every luxury, every comfort but still remained more than just a spoiled royal. You’re Ichibayashi’s heart, a gentle soul.

Your life had been simple in its own way. You weren’t burdened by the responsibilities of governance or the weight of expectation. Your days were filled with gowns and tiaras, embroidery and tea parties.

Your greatest concern had been which dress to wear to the next ball or how to impress visiting royals with your perfect curtsies, while still remaining reserved.

Your parents, the King and Queen of Ichibayashi, had often teased you about your future. “One day,” your mother would say, you’ll marry a fine prince, and you’ll charm him with your wit and kindness.” You had always felt embarrassed at such remarks, hiding your face in your hands.

They were almost right because then along came Prince Kiyoomi Sakusa of Itachiyama.

The memory lingered like an old scar, ever-present and faintly aching.

Kiyoomi, the reserved and enigmatic prince of Itachiyama, had been your first love. Your engagement, negotiated when you were young, had promised an alliance of power and prosperity.

But it had also promised your very own happiness. For a fleeting moment in your youth, you had believed you would rule beside him, be his queen with your heart safely tethered to his, and his to yours as well.

Then, like a bitter storm, he had ended it all. No reason was given, no explanation offered. He had simply walked away, leaving you standing in the ruins of a dream you hadn’t even realized you had built so carefully.

The pain had nearly consumed you. For months, you had wandered the palace with heavy heart. But time, as it always does, dulled the edges of your heartbreak. Slowly, you began to piece yourself back together.

You found solace in painting, pouring your soul into every brushstroke. You returned to your duties, smiled politely at the nobles, and assured your family that you were fine.

And you were fine—until the news came.

The day you learned that Kiyoomi had ascended to the throne of Itachiyama as King, taking the Princess of Karasuno as his queen, was the day you felt your fragile progress crumble.

He had chosen another princess, and the announcement left you utterly shattered.

You couldn’t bring yourself to attend the wedding, claiming illness, despite the diplomatic importance of your presence.

The very thought of standing in a room filled with celebration while your heart threatened to collapse was unbearable.

Your absence had been noted, whispered about in court, but no one dared to press on the matter.

Since then, you had retreated further into yourself than you already were. Meals became a chore you frequently skipped, much to your servants’ dismay.

Dances and galas—once a chance for you to dazzle in gowns of gold and sapphire—were now nothing but opportunities for avoidance.

You kept to your chambers and mostly now your art room. Your family was worried and your servants murmured here and about, but you cared for none of it. The world outside simply felt so distant, irrelevant.

Your brush hovered over the canvas as you hesitated. You were painting the horizon now, the storm clouds thinning into a pale wash of light. You wanted it to feel hopeful but found yourself unable to finish the thought. The light refused to reach the edges of the sea, as though hope itself was too far away.

Your parents and elder brother noticed the change immediately. You ate less, your appetite for your kingdom’s ravishing dishes fading. You spent hours locked away in your art room and painted somber landscapes that mirrored your mood.

Months passed, and you slowly began to find a deeper solace in your art once more. Your paintings grew more beautifully intricate, each brushstroke a reflection of the emotions you couldn’t voice. But just as you were beginning to regain a sliver of yourself, tragedy struck.

You were in your art room, the candles in the room shining through the tall walls, casting a warm hue over the canvases and paints scattered around you.

Lost in the delicate details of a painted blooming chrysanthemum, a flower that bloomed in your kingdom, you had been working on. Your brush hovered over the canvas, your expression serene.

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence. A servant entered, her face pale and her hands trembling as she held a sealed letter. “Your grace!” she said, her voice unsteady, “Pardon me but…urgent news has arrived.”

You turned, your dark, expressive eyes narrowing slightly as you noted the servant’s unease. “What is it?” you asked softly.

The servant hesitated, then stepped forward, bowing deeply as she handed the letter to you.

You broke the seal, your elegant fingers unfolding the paper. Your eyes scanned the words, and the world seemed to tilt beneath you.

The paintbrush fell from your hand, clattering against the marbled floor. The servant gasped as the palette followed, the vibrant colors spilling like blood over the polished surface.

Your breath caught, your vision blurring as the words on the page seemed to burn into your mind. The letter fell from your hands, fluttering to the floor like a dying bird.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, you took a shaky step back, your hands clutching at your chest as if trying to hold yourself together. The servant’s voice was faint, panicked, but you didn’t hear her.

The tragedy had arrived, and with it, your world would never be the same.

to be continued….

#ushijima x reader #wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu ushiwaka #royal au #alternative universe #haikyuu royal au #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction

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bloomeng · 10 months ago

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Shout out to the person who noticed Steph was the only one in heels and said Dick would totally wear heels. You didn’t know it but you were ahead of your time (it was always my plan to put discowing in heels).

Steph originally wasn’t going to get heels but then I got the idea to add the wings and I fell in love but I think the in universe reason is she wanted them for the drama and she was extrapolating design elements from Batgirl’s og outfit and Batwoman. I was going for like a gothic princess sort of vibe which turned out a bit more Fischl from gi than I intended, but I think that actually suits the vibe pretty well.

Another shoe detail: Jason’s shoes are meant to be slight platforms to match his desire to be tall and imposing.

This is a side tangent but I want to talk about it. For this au I’ve been trying to strike a balance between feminine and “would this character actually wear this?” Now the answer is mostly no. The outfits by nature are impractical as hell bc that’s how magical girl media is, so the question I’ve been asking is more “would this character feel comfortable in this outfit?” I want each look to be equally feminine which means I’m hyper conscious of not making the women more feminine than the men. Magical girl designs are hyper fem by default so my goal is to basically make everyone relatively the same amount of fem.

However, I’m also trying to take into account personality. This is where I might lose some people but hell it’s my au. So why are Jason and Cass the only ones so far with real skirts? This is totally my headcanon but I think they’re the only ones who would benefit from skirts:

Dick would be fine with wearing a skirt but I think he’s ultimately neutral about it. He would totally do it though if someone asked and would be fully aware of how nice he looked.

I don’t know if I’d say Tim would like wearing skirts so much as he doesn’t care. He’s more concerned with practicality.

Steph doesn’t have any issues with skirts but I think as a part of her uniform she would feel stifled. As as I said previously I think part of her look is based on Bats she would’ve looked up to but also partly it was secret wish fulfillment for that little girl who would’ve loved to look like a kickass mary sue demon princess from a y/a novel.

Duke in my opinion wouldn’t see the appeal. I think he’d be similar to Dick but just a little more shy about wearing one. I gave him a little ruffle though bc I thought it was cute.

Babs is fine with skirts but tends to prefer pants.

Cass is a bit different because I think wearing something frivolous is so novel to her. I wanted her outfit to be a blend of her canon design and her appreciation for dance. I tried to contrast her more practical elements (like her pants and armor) with the soft things I think she would enjoy (like a flowy skirt.) I still have ambition to go back and design a Black Bat outfit for her but I haven’t quite figured out the direction I want to take with it.

Jason on the other hand— this also very much in hc territory— I think didn’t know how much he would enjoy a skirt until he got to wear one. Stepping away from the universe for a sec; Jason is the most masculine design fundamentally which means that in order to match the vibe I would have to make him the furthest from his canon design. I’m really not trying to make a statement or subvert things by putting men in skirts bc it’s supposed to a silly au with aesthetically pleasing designs. I like feminine things and it shows in my work however I don’t see clothing as naturally gendered. That’s my little context psa back to my point. I think Jason is the most likely to wear a skirt and actually feel empowered by it. At first I think he was embarrassed by it but the outfits choose you so he just went with it out of necessity. And through that he found he really thrived in the juxtaposition between his intentional imposing figure and this unashamed femininity. He’s a drama kid at heart and fr what’s more dramatic than an ill-advised fit that serves. The skirt to him feels like a costume that helps give him the confidence to be Red Hood or ig… Red Bow. (Which is sorta how I think of the red helmet in canon but I also do believe that Jason and Cass would have the most fun wearing a skirt.)

I haven’t decided if Bruce will get a skirt or not but if he does just know that my reasoning is that his artifact was humbling him. Like you take yourself too seriously calm down with the brooding. He would use the skirt as a way to conceal more weapons.

(I think Kon would love wearing skirts but in this au because he built his own outfit I think he was trying to seem impressive and edgy and distinguish himself from Clark. I also think, despite enjoying skirts, he would have to work up the courage to wear them in public and never as Superboy because he would be too conscious of his image.)

Anyway I don’t claim to always succeed with my intentions coming through in my work but this is what is running through my head.

#dc #txt #magical girl au #somehow this turned into me just giving my hc’s on the bat family in skirts #do you wear skirts? have you worn skirts? when will you wear skirts?#<- me interviewing the batfamily

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notvanillababy · 3 months ago

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Types of BDSM Dynamics (aka Relationship Flavors for the Kinky Soul)

So you’ve got a kink or ten and you’re thinking, “Maybe I want something a little more structured... or a lot more structured?” Welcome to the world of BDSM dynamics, where power exchange meets personal flair. Here’s a breakdown of some of the more common (and not-so-common) types:

1. D/s (Dominant/submissive) 🥀

Classic. Timeless. One partner takes the lead (Dominant), the other follows (submissive). Can be sexual, emotional, service-based, or all of the above.

2. M/s (Master/slave) ⛓️

More intense than D/s. This is high protocol, total power exchange. The slave gives up control willingly, and the Master/Mistress takes responsibility for them. Requires huge amounts of trust and communication.

3. CG/l (Caregiver/little) 🧸

Think nurturing + power exchange. One partner takes on a caregiver or parental role, the other enters a more childlike or youthful headspace (NOT ageplay unless explicitly agreed on). Comfort, rules, stuffies, structure.

4. Owner/pet 🦴

Animal roleplay meets devotion. Pets can be kittens, puppies, ponies, etc. Owners train, play with, and care for their pets. Leashes may or may not be involved. (They usually are.)

5. Daddy Dom/little girl (DD/lg) / Mommy Domme/little boy (MD/lb) 🍼

A popular CG/l subset. Mixes discipline, caretaking, and sometimes a bit of brattiness. Emotional connection often emphasized. Also: daddies and mommies can be any gender.

6. Brat/tamer or Brat/Top 😈

The sub misbehaves on purpose to get attention, affection, or punishment. The Dom either plays along (Tamer) or shuts that down real fast. Bonus: chaos.

7. Switch/switch ↕️

Can’t pick a lane? Don’t! Switches enjoy both Dominant and submissive roles and might flip depending on mood, partner, or scene. Versatility is sexy.

8. Handler/little monster 👹

Edgy CG/l meets chaotic cryptid energy. Think: “You're feral, and I love you, now go drink some water.” Can be nurturing, can be unhinged, often both.

9. Trainer/trainee 📢

Goal-oriented kink! One partner takes the role of a coach, instructor, or trainer. The other learns, performs, and improves—physically, mentally, sexually. Spankings for missed homework? Maybe.

10. Primal hunter/prey 🐇

Raw, instinct-driven, and less about titles. The hunter chases, the prey runs—until they don’t. Can be deeply sensual or ferociously rough. Growls encouraged.

11. Boss/secretary (or other roleplay-based dynamics) 👔

Themed dynamics based on scenarios: teacher/student, doctor/patient, knight/princess, etc. Can be ongoing or just in the bedroom. Bonus points for costumes.

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murtagh-thorn · 2 months ago

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Dark Legacies Part III: Kindred Souls

Pairing: eventual Murtagh x Rider!Reader Summary: After your and Gormlaith's timely rescue of Murtagh and Thorn, the Egg Delegation you were traveling with sees fit to take their prejudices out on you--luckily, Murtagh is there to return you safely to Vroengard and the two of you realize you're more alike than you first realized. Warnings: mentions of past trauma. A/N: Not sure how much I like this one, but I've stared at it so long, it just needs to be posted at this point.

This is a series of one shots and drabbles that all take place in the same universe, about six year after the events of Inheritance. You can read most of them out of order (except for the first three parts that will set up the series) and still understand what's going on, but they'll be listed in chronological order below, and some elements will be taken from other Murtagh x reader one shots of mine. There is a timekeeping system at the top of each fic/page break with "Ground Zero/Year 0" being the year of Gormlaith's birth, again about six years after the events of Inheritance, and going up from there. PSA: Gormlaith is an Irish name (meaning “illustrious princess”) pronounced GORM-lah. See the Dark Legacies masterlist here!

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Year 1

The strength of Thorn’s headache made itself known through their mental link as Murtagh studied the sunrise through the trees. He groaned and slowly shifted behind his Rider.

Did the younglings leave? he asked.

Yes, Murtagh replied. Although Y/N seems close to my age, hardly a youngling. They returned to the delegation early this morning and told me to wish you well.

Thorn growled, carefully lifting his head and blinking blearily.

How are you feeling?

Groggy, but I think I could fly perfectly fine. Barring any more masked men—in which case, I will eat them.

Murtagh snorted before gathering up his bedroll and stomping the fire out. He took his time packing and eating, his eyes wandering to the still-charred landscape around them. It seemed strange that the forest that had been the source of so much chaos yesterday now calmly sat in the distance with meager birdsong and animal noises coming from within its half-charred branches again. A mourning dove cooed, and he couldn’t help but imagine it rebuilding its nest amidst the rubble—a feeling he knew well, and he was sure Y/N and Gormlaith did, too. It was something he also went through (and was still partly going through) when he first arrived at the academy, and was also the main reason he and Thorn were still helping Eragon operate things from the background with their own secluded cottage deep in the woods off-campus.

Eventually, he could stall no longer and with Thorn gaining coherency, mounted up and took off into the sky. From above, he could see the charred circle of forest much more clearly. He hadn’t realized before just how big the blaze was. Gormlaith was only a year old and already had the destructive radius of a dragon twice her age.

And she’s not even fully grown yet, Murtagh thought.

Thorn hesitated. Do you think she’ll grow as big as Shruikan?

That likely depends on her mother, but I suppose we’ll see. A dragon that large could be a boon to Eragon’s academy and the Riders as a whole though to be honest—especially after having such a sizeable dragon against them for so long.

Thorn let out a low growl of agreement before going silent once more. As they flew, Murtagh began composing a poem in his head as usual during long flights, although his thoughts kept straying to you. He couldn’t deny how impressive your entrance had been and were admittedly easy on the eyes as well—

I think something’s wrong, Thorn suddenly interrupted.

What’s wrong? Do you need to land?

No, I’m fine, but look below.

Murtagh peered around the edge of the red dragon’s neck as he began to slowly circle. Below lay the small town of Bullridge, its square bustling with the weekend market. Several yards away from the sea of tents and customers atop a grassy hill sat a familiar black dragon—alone. Murtagh’s eyes scanned the settlement, but he could see no sign of the Egg Delegation that was supposed to be with you and Gormlaith and a sinking pit began forming in his stomach. Surely not.

There was no need for words as Thorn descended a few feet away from the large black female. She craned her neck towards them as Thorn’s feet touched down, growling in what could’ve either been a greeting or warning. As seemed to be her wont, she was using her body to shield her Rider from view. She slowly moved her wing out of the way to reveal you standing next to her, biting your nail with a troubled look on your face.

Murtagh quickly dismounted and jogged over to you. “Y/N! Are you all right? Where’s the delegation?”

You took a deep breath as you hugged yourself, murderous rage and hurt in your eyes. “They left.”

The pit in his stomach grew deeper. “…They can’t have—”

“They did. Some of the vendors at the market said they saw them leave before dawn had even fully broken. They said they were setting up and the whole group seemed in a hurry to leave before I could even return. The plan was to leave after dawn—that’s what they told me after I got permission to come check on you two—”

Murtagh gently took your forearms in his hands. “Breathe.”

You did as bade, this time not so tense.

“Stay with Thorn. I’ll be right back.” He hadn’t even fully finished his sentence before he was marching towards the town square, pulling the hood of his cloak to obscure his face.

He could sense Thorn moving towards the pair of you from the back of his mind. If they truly left them, the dragon began, then that was incredibly foolish and dangerous, and Eragon needs to get involved.

I agree, Murtagh replied. I sincerely hope this is some sort of misunderstanding, but I fear not. After all their strife to get to the academy and the danger still lurking, I can’t believe they would do something like this—especially the elves should know better.

Murtagh easily blended into the crowd, his simple cloak and clothes concealing Zar’roc strapped at his hip. He approached a stall with an older man selling small trinkets and clothes. He beamed at Murtagh. “What can I do ye for?”

“You didn’t happen to see the Egg Delegation from Eragon’s Academy here this morning, did you?”

“Oh, yes! You just missed them.” He pointed towards the hill where Gormlaith could just be seen cresting the top of it. “That big black one is all that’s left. They left in the wee hours of the morning while I was settin’ up me stall. Didn’t even wait for first light before they was off. Seemed in a might hurry, too.”

Murtagh bit his tongue to withhold the curses and couldn’t help but close his eyes and sigh.

The man’s smile disappeared. “Is somethin’ the matter, sir?”

“No,” he gritted out, forcing a smile. “Everything’s fine. Thank you for your time.”

The man nodded as Murtagh turned and stalked back through the crowd. The shoppers took one look at his determined stride and parted quickly before he trudged back up the hill. Upon return, the look in your eyes told him you knew exactly what he was going to say, so he just sighed. He shook his head, hands on his hips as he looked out over the field below. A dirt road led from the town square to several farms, the animals braying from their fields as the bustle and talk of the shoppers created a jarring atmosphere against the dangerous situation you were now in.

You leaned against Gormlaith in defeat.

“Those irresponsible…daft…pig-headed…snobbish…” There weren’t enough words in the common tongue to describe their idiocy and arrogance—especially for someone as bright and loyal as you. Although the rumor mill could be quite vicious, especially among the older students and elves who had very clear memories of the war, the younger students and dragons seemed to balance the scales with tales of your successes and kindness. Not to mention Eragon praising how advanced you were and calling you and Gormlaith one of his best multiple times. Your only crime was of association, and Murtagh couldn’t help the protective twinge that ran through him.

“It’s fine,” you muttered, chewing on your lip.

“No,” he turned towards you, hands still on his hips, “it’s not fine, it’s unacceptable. If we hadn’t been here, and especially if those masked men had been, you’d be in very real danger right now.”

You and your dragon shared a look. “We’re used to it.”

Now it was Murtagh and Thorn’s turn to share a look. He returned his gaze to you as you half-heartedly kicked a clump of dirt with your shoe. “Well, we’re headed back anyway, so we’ll escort you.”

You glanced at Thorn before nodding and fully standing. “Well, um…the rest of the delegation had the rations, so we’ll need to stop by the market before we go. It’s about a day and a half flight back and we’ll likely need somewhere to camp or stay this evening.”

Murtagh fumed. They took the food with them, too?

Thorn growled. What insolence.

If Eragon doesn’t punish them, I will. Consequences be damned.

As will I.

Murtagh swallowed the insults he wanted to throw into the wind and tried to develop a calm demeanor for your sake. He gently touched your elbow and hoped it didn’t seem like the harshness in his gaze was directed at you. “We could use a restock as well, so I’ll come with you. Thorn can keep Gormlaith company.”

You nodded, laying a hand on your dragon’s snout and giving her a firm pat. Gormlaith gently butted her head up against your back before turning and descending over the crest of the hill after Thorn.

You followed Murtagh back down into the town square, drawing your own hood. Although with the academy symbol emblazoned on your armor, you were hard to miss. The locals, however, were so caught up in their shopping and trying to wrangle their own children that they hardly paid you any mind. For all they knew, you could be a young couple completing your morning shopping.

A couple, eh? Thorn teased from over the hill.

Murtagh meandered over to a stall selling preserved meats, staring a bit too intently at the package of jerky. All right, yes, I find her…intriguing. But you know it would take far more time and friendship than this for me to even consider anything like that.

I know. Lucky for you, she seems to have that time, being a Rider.

Let us hope. I would like to befriend at least. She seems she could use one…How goes it with Gormlaith?

She seems to prefer keeping to herself. Not that I mind, necessarily. I’m still not used to being around other dragons with how much time we’ve spent away from the main group at Vroengard.

“Back again, I see!”

Murtagh glanced up to see the trinket salesman from earlier. He stood behind the table happily, smiling so big his eyes disappeared.

“Did ye find a solution to yer problem, sir?”

“Yes,” he glanced back around to find you at the bread stand as the vendor followed his gaze.

“Ah! A lady friend!” He gestured towards the table in front of him that held all sorts of simple, but finely crafted jewelry. “Me son and I crafted these ourselves in our home forge! Perhaps one as a gift?”

A small, silver dragon ring that looked like it would fit your finger caught his eye. A tiny black jewel made up the dragon’s eye as its wings spread in flight from a side view, the tail twisting around to create the ring shape. He hesitated.

Well? Thorn piped up.

The vendor smiled expectantly at him, but he shook his head. It’s far too soon. “Maybe some other time.”

“As you wish! Me son and I are here every Saturday until midday if you ever change yer mind. We also take commissions if ye’re looking for something specific.” He pointed to the banner above his head. “Olric and Sons, if ye ever want to find us again.”

Murtagh gave the man a faint smile before turning back to the jerky, handing over his coin to the saleswoman before taking the packet with him.

No ring? Might’ve cheered her up a bit.

I told you, it’s far too soon. We only properly met yesterday.

Bah, you could use a good time.

You just said you understood my need for more time.

Thorn sighed. I do and I will respect whatever you decide. Just don’t discount it as an option for the future. And who knows when we’ll be here again. You could always pocket the ring for later.

You can fly. We can come back anytime we want.

He finally caught up with you at the bread tent, several small, bagged slices in your hands. You gave him a small smile before scurrying over to the meat stall he was just at. The shopping trip continued in much the same fashion: the two of you going your own separate directions while throwing the occasional glance and smile at each other from across the way. Murtagh couldn’t deny he found your comfort with silence reassuring. After spending four solitary years in the wild and the last two still acclimating to being part of a community again, some people’s need for constant chatter unnerved him.

A half-hour passed before he made his way back, carrying a bag with enough food to last until midday tomorrow. You had already returned and were securing Gormlaith’s saddlebags by the time he began carefully storing the food away in Thorn’s.

You glanced over at him. “Has Thorn eaten yet?”

“He ate enough yesterday morning to satisfy him until we return—unless you feel you need more after your ordeal yesterday?”

I am fine.

Murtagh nodded. “What about Gormlaith?”

You finished strapping the flap of the bag in place. “The same.” You let your hand hover over the lip of the bag and the air rippled as the flap suctioned in place. He raised his eyebrows in question as you made eye contact. “Gormlaith goes upside down a lot when we’re in combat.”

Murtagh began to strap his own bags closed. “But you didn’t use the Ancient Language.”

“I grew up in a small village with a healer who was powerful in magic and that was how she taught me whenever I could get away.”

“You had magic before Gormlaith?”

“Yes, I was born with it.”

No wonder Eragon mentioned how advanced she is. “What village are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ivorson, about a half day’s ride from Dras-Leona.”

“Is your family still there?”

You hesitated, a dark look crossing your face that made Murtagh regret asking.

“Forgive me, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, it’s all right. My mother began a relationship with a man when I was young, but she died before they could marry. He took pity on me and adopted me, but then he died as well. I…was never close with the woman who later became his wife and their children. We don’t communicate.”

Murtagh nodded solemnly, sensing there was more to the story but refused to pry. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded with a tight smile before rubbing your hands over your thighs in what seemed to be a soothing motion. “We should head out before it gets too late. From here, we can likely reach the outskirts of Narda by nightfall, then make it to Vroengard by midday tomorrow. Well,” you smiled ruefully, “you two are well-traveled, you probably already know that. I’m not sure why I felt the need to tell you.”

He smiled. “It’s all right. We’ll let you two take the lead so we can cover your backs if necessary.” He climbed and swung himself up into the saddle, watching curiously as Gormlaith lowered her belly to the ground. You used her foreleg to hoist yourself up, swinging onto the back of her neck, but not into a saddle like his. Your setup was…peculiar, to say the least.

What looked to be a giant, leather blanket covered the back of Gormlaith’s thick neck, held together by straps that wrapped around her neck and shoulders. With her size, she was much too big to sit on and wrap your legs around her throat. Instead, you laid flat on your stomach between the spiked ridges along her neck. At the top of the “blanket” was a raised lip that ran all the way around. Two triangular handles protruded from two holes in the front. Several raised strips of more leather ran along the blanket perpendicular to you, and a curious lever sat on one side. You settled onto your stomach, scooting up into place, before pulling the lever. The raised strips on the side came up around your waist and the backs of your thighs, securing you in place in a tight fit via buckles that clicked together.

Both dragons stood in preparation. Murtagh and Thorn had obviously noticed Gormlaith’s large size yesterday, but now seeing her raised to her full height next to Thorn made him realize she was already bigger than him. Even with Murtagh’s tall height, he doubted he could’ve wrapped his legs around Gormlaith’s neck the way the saddle wrapped around Thorn’s. Barring a pavilion like Galbatorix used to ride Shruikan, as odd as it was, that did seem to be the only way you could ride.

Before he could question you, both dragons took off. He could sense Thorn’s curiosity about your “saddle” as well, but the pair stayed quiet. Woadark Lake passed below them as they climbed higher and higher into the sky, enjoying the peace and quiet, briefly interrupted by a flock of birds noisily flying by. The first part of the flight included a blue, cloudless sky, but more gloomy clouds gathered as they pressed on. Around mid-afternoon, both dragons landed to let their Riders stretch, relieve themselves, and have a late lunch.

Once on solid ground, both of you sitting with your backs to your dragons, Murtagh finally said, “I can’t help but be curious about your…saddle situation.”

You nodded. “Most are. I know it’s not typical, but it was the best I could manage the six months we were on the run. Gormlaith grew quickly and still does, and it would’ve been too difficult to just keep making a new, bigger saddle each month. So, we improvised, and now we’ve just become comfortable with this setup.”

“You’ve never considered any sort of chair or pavilion? That looks hard on your back.”

You shook your head, the breeze gently rustling your cloak as sounds of nature softly played in the background. The sky was beginning to look darker as the clouds rushed by overhead and the wind picked up. “We’re comfortable this way and I fight on dragonback a bit differently than everyone else. This accommodates for that.”

“How does it work? And how do you fight?”

“I’ll show you—plus it looks like rain might be coming, so we should continue heading for Narda anyway.”

You both mounted up again, but before laying flat, you grabbed one of the triangular handles protruding from the front of your saddle. “It’s a pulley system.” You pulled and a thick chord came out, allowing the handle room to become longer and longer with a soft vvvrrrrr noise. You let go and it snapped back into place, then patted the raised lip. “The reason this is raised is because it needs room to coil around the pulley inside. There’s also a lock here,” you flipped a switch on the side of the lip facing away from him, “so the handles stay in place. I always ward my clothes or armor before riding Gormlaith and hold onto the pulleys while I slide over her back to get at a better angle to fire projectile spells, arrows, or even swing around closer to our opponent. Then I release the tension and let the pulley pull me back up onto the saddle.” You settled onto your stomach, pulling the side lever and letting the buckles close in around you. “Then this helps keep me stable when we’re flying for extended periods.”

He raised his eyebrows, now grateful for his own normal saddle. “That’s an impressive contraption. Did you build that yourself?”

“I designed it but had help from a friend I grew up with who moved to a different town. He’s a bit of a genius when it comes to things like this.”

“I’m still not convinced that’s not harmful for your back.”

“It’s not so bad.” You smiled. “Plus, it’s the perfect position to take a nap if I need to.”

He laughed as both dragons again prepared themselves for takeoff. “I’m not sure how I feel about a nap on dragonback.”

“Only because you can’t lay down,” you grinned.

“Mm, did you bring a pillow with you as well?” he teased.

“Nah, it’d probably blow away.”

“You could always strap that down as well.”

You grinned. “Now there’s an idea.”

He laughed again, this time louder and brighter, as both dragons took to the sky once more.

You seem to enjoy talking with her, Thorn commented. I haven’t heard you laugh with another person this much since…well, ever.

I do. She’s bright, witty, quick—

Mmmmmm, Thorn said suggestively.

Stop it.

Stop what?

Murtagh sighed and shook his head, glancing at you where you lay on the saddle. He couldn’t help but admire your form for a moment before tearing his eyes away as you began to turn your head towards him. He did his best to distract himself by composing more poetry for a while, then switched to mentally going over all the words in the Ancient Language he’d learned from Eragon. Although his brother was usually so busy, he was nowhere to be found, he had carved out time specifically to help Murtagh enhance his skills in the language and magic itself. Galbatorix had only trained him enough to make a perfect attack dog, and never enough to make either Rider or dragon much of a threat to him.

He still was getting used to the idea of learning from Eragon and sometimes it still filled him with bitterness. During his four years in the wild, he had frequently stewed on the fact that their mother chose to save Eragon instead of him and he’d been given all the opportunities to learn and just be a Rider in full that Murtagh and Thorn never received. There had been many times when they’d first traveled together before Thorn had hatched, and then during their battles where Eragon seemed to judge him with no understanding of the lessons life had taught him—although he seemed a bit more forgiving now that he was older. He and Eragon had had many talks since he came to the academy hashing through arguments, understandings, apologies, and the like and he was sure there would be many more to come. But he was at least in a place where he didn’t feel an insurmountable grudge against his brother, and no longer felt the need to correct everyone who referred to him as such with “half-brother” instead. Although with how busy Eragon had been running the academy and Murtagh taking on the task of investigating these masked men, they’d only had a very small handful of lessons in the last two years. During much of the first year, Murtagh had also been away helping to track you and Gormlaith, but you hid your tracks well. Maybe that was also part of the reason he was so mentally invested in you two.

More time passed as the dragons flew through the sky. The clouds grew darker as the afternoon went on and a strong wind blew at their backs, speeding their progress. The air eventually began to feel heavy and warm, and thunder boomed above them as they passed the northern tip of the Spine.

An unfamiliar mind gently touched his and he couldn’t help but recoil. The presence didn’t delve any deeper but pulled back the tiniest bit. It’s me, you said.

Oh. Are you all right? he replied.

Yes, I just wanted to check on you and Thorn. We should also land soon. We’re almost to Narda and I think the storm is almost here. We’ve flown back this way before and there’s a small coastal village with an inn there, as well as a covered nook in the mountains not too far off that should fit both Gormlaith and Thorn easily. If you two agree.

After confirming with Thorn, he said, Yes, we’ll do that. He wasn’t used to the touch of another person’s mind who didn’t wish him harm, but yours felt almost comforting. Like warm tea after a cold, dreary day that held curiosity and compassion, but also had a twinge of darkness caused by a life full of hardship. He could sense you were kind but cautious—a combination he understood and held respect for.

The dragons landed in a grassy plain on the outskirts of town. Both Riders dismounted as the wind made the long grass dance beneath your feet and thunder continued to rumble overhead. Gormlaith reached out so that both Murtagh and Thorn could hear her. Although similar, her mind felt much darker with a much harsher “lone wolf” mentality, and Murtagh could sense she was fiercely protective of you, even more so than Thorn was of him. She would do whatever it took to make sure you were safe, even down to some questionable actions. The cave in the cliff isn’t far. Follow me.

Both dragons took off as you pointed down the dirt road. In the distance, he could see the lights of a small village. “This way.”

You both picked up the pace as several drops began to pour down. It quickly became a deluge, forcing the pair of you to run. He followed closely behind you as you navigated the streets with ease through the downpour, the lanterns on poles and houses swinging in the wind. Your foot caught in a puddle and you would’ve fallen flat on your back if Murtagh hadn’t been there to catch you and set you upright. You muttered a thanks, looking a bit embarrassed, before climbing the wooden steps of a large building off the docks. As the swinging wooden sign came around, he caught a glimpse of a painted tankard of ale and the words “The Singing Sturgeon.”

Murtagh held the door open for you as the two of you practically blew inside.

“Make sure to shut it firmly behind you please, else it’ll swing open again!” a man’s voice called from behind the bar.

Murtagh did as bade, sighing and glancing at you as you both lowered your hoods. The main room was a bit run down, but still warm and inviting. It was small, but there were plenty of empty tables and seating with a roaring fire on the left wall. A small boy stood on a stool and stirred the cauldron that hung over the flames, glancing at you and scurrying through a door behind the bar. Murtagh expected to see an old, grizzled man behind the bar, but instead saw a younger man with a slicked-back ponytail, kind face, and well-to-do outfit cleaning out a mug with a rag. He followed you as you made your way towards him, sliding into a stool at the bar.

The man smiled. “Welcome back, Y/N. I see you have a friend with you. Two stews and watered wines?”

You glanced at him and when he nodded, turned back to the bartender. “That would be great, Borden. Thanks.”

Borden smiled and wrapped his knuckles on the bar as if knocking on a door before setting the mug aside, slinging his towel over his shoulder, and disappearing into the kitchens.

“We only started off a few hours after the delegation did,” Murtagh said, glancing around the mostly empty main room. A few other patrons sat huddled in the corners, but seemed taken in by their own food, drinks, and company. “Would they be at this inn?”

“Not likely. Usually, the elves in charge of the delegation know the spell to teleport, so take turns teleporting everyone near the town we have to stop in. Then it’s the same for the journey back. They’re probably back at Vroengard right now. Eragon always gives delegation members the rest of the day off, so I’m not even sure if he’s noticed Gormlaith and I are still gone.”

“I’m sure he does. He seems to keep good track of his students—especially after what happened to you.” He paused as Borden and the child returned from the back carrying two trays laden with bowls, breads, and cheeses. Borden placed one in front of you, then took the tray from the child to place in front of Murtagh. He turned back to the child. “Thank you, Torg. Could you give the soup another stir?”

Torg nodded before racing over to the cauldron again. Borden turned and took two clean tankards off a shelf behind him and filled them with watered wine. As he handed Murtagh his glass, he noticed Borden only had two fingers on his left hand and three on his right.

You dug in your purse and handed him some coin. “How much for the bread and cheese?”

Borden smiled. “On the house. You two enjoy yourselves and do let me or Torg know if you need anything.”

“Wait, Bord, how is Torg? He was really sick last time I was here.”

“He’s much better now—and thank you for recommending those tonics, they did help immensely. I do have some things to take care of in the kitchen, but just yell if you need anything.” With that, he disappeared through the door again.

“You mentioned you were trained by your village healer. Is that how you knew what tonics to recommend?” Murtagh asked as he tore a piece of bread off.

You nodded, swallowing a spoonful of stew. “I learned magic from her as well as healing and anatomy. The original plan seemed to be that I would take over her position once she retired, but she abruptly just sort of…vanished. Then Gormlaith hatched not long after and that was the end of that.”

“Did this healer have a name?”

“Helena.”

“Helena what?”

You shrugged. “Just Helena. She was shorter than me, but had this big, brown curly hair that she always wore in a braid with all these headscarves to keep her hair out of her face when she made tonics or worked on patients.”

“Did she heal everyone with magic?”

“Sometimes yes, sometimes no. She seemed to be trying to keep a low profile. She didn’t even tell me her name until I’d been going to see her for six months and I was never allowed in her house or workstation unsupervised.”

Murtagh finally took a bite of his stew, expecting the usual subpar, but filling food most small taverns had. He made a sound of pleasant surprise. “This is delicious.”

“Borden’s an amazing cook. Torg, his son, helps out a lot, too, and they make some of the best food I’ve ever had.”

“I agree. This puts some of the food I’ve had in court to shame. Does Borden run this whole tavern and inn by himself?”

“His wife helps him. She’s likely asleep right now, but she usually manages renting out the rooms upstairs. There aren’t many of them, but they’re comfortable. I think this is my…fifth time here?”

Murtagh nodded. “So…you said you fire projectile spells from Gormlaith’s back as you slide around. What sort of spells are those?”

“Well, I sort of made them up and they are wordless, which Eragon doesn’t like. He prefers I use the Ancient Language, which I try to do in lessons and when I’m tired or really need to concentrate. But wordless magic just sort of is second nature after my training with Helena.”

“You mentioned crossbows as well. Do you prefer that over a longbow?”

“I, um…actually was never taught how to use a longbow and inherited two crossbows from my mother’s lover when he died. So, I’ve always used those.”

Murtagh hesitated, suddenly feeling slightly bashful. “I would be happy to teach you sometime, if you’d like.”

You nodded, suddenly shy as well, as you turned back to your soup.

Doing all right? Murtagh sent to Thorn. He’d been so enraptured with his conversation with you, he’d nearly forgotten to check on him.

Nice of you to drop in, his dragon teased. Yes, we’re doing just fine. Gormlaith is finally starting to talk, albeit slowly and in small spurts.

What are you talking about?

Maybe the pair of you.

Thorn.

Murtagh.

Murtagh made sure to send the mental grumble through their link, feeling Thorn’s amusement in return.

We’re doing just fine. Don’t worry about us. I’ll let you know if we need anything and will be keeping an eye on any danger towards you as well. It wouldn’t take us long to get you if need be.

Murtagh nodded before returning his attention to you as you began asking questions about the longbow. The rest of the meal was an enjoyable mix of talk of combat, more books, your trainings compared to his own knowledge and experience, and more. It truly felt as if he could talk to you for hours without running out of topics. You were highly intelligent and insightful, and he found himself wanting your opinion on several topics just to hear what you had to say. But the silence between you two was just as comfortable and he found himself enjoying being in your presence alone.

It seemed neither of you noticed once you’d finished your food and he was unsure how long you sat there after. He felt the familiar tug of sleep on his lids by the time Borden came around to check on you again. He smiled at your whistle-clean trays. “Did you enjoy your meals?”

“Yes,” you replied. “Thank you, Bord. Do you have any rooms available? I’m assuming Suzy is asleep.”

“She is, and we do! Would you prefer two singles with double beds, or one double with two twin beds?”

“Two singles,” you both said in unison before glancing at each other in embarrassment, then looking away.

If Borden noticed, he was kind enough not to say anything as the two of you worked out the payments, Murtagh handing over his own coin when necessary. The academy was funded by tributes from all the kingdoms, which in turn became the teachers’ and other staff members’ wages. It was odd, but good to have a regular form of money again.

Borden handed over the keys before telling you your room numbers and bidding you a good night. The pair of you climbed the stairs to the second floor, where the hallway lay open to the floor below. Another set of stairs ascended to a third floor that Murtagh assumed led to Borden and his family’s private quarters.

You both reached your respective doors, and he hesitated putting his key into the lock. He glanced at you just as you began to open the door. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You gave him a small smile. “Goodnight, Murtagh.”

“Let me know if you…need anything?”

You nodded. “Same to you…I’ll, um, see you in the morning?” The tiniest spark of fear danced behind your eyes, belying your sudden anxiety about being abandoned again while sleeping.

Murtagh nodded. “We won’t leave without you. You have my word.”

You smiled, seeming more at ease, before disappearing behind the door just as he did his.

***

Murtagh smiled to himself as you rubbed at your eyes again from Gormlaith’s back. Early in the morning, you’d both broken your fast together in the tavern again, said goodbye to Borden, and were off into the sky. You and Gormlaith both were clearly not morning people, which Murtagh and Thorn found amusing. They weren’t exactly either, but you were exceptionally grumpy, and it took all Murtagh’s restraint not to laugh at your unamused facial expressions and grumbles.

He felt your mind gently touch his, your crankiness tinged with slight amusement. I know you’re laughing at me back there.

Need a nap already? Too bad you don’t have that pillow.

You be quiet.

Murtagh couldn’t withhold his laugh then and thought he saw your shoulders shake with your own. You turned back to glare at him, but he could tell you were trying not to laugh, which only made him laugh harder. You smiled and shook your head before facing forward again.

The rest of the flight continued much the same as yesterday: comfortable silence with the occasional check-in, although you always reached out first. He didn’t want to invade your privacy and felt odd purposely reaching out to another person. He hadn’t done it in so long and during his travels with Thorn, only reached out enough to sense danger nearby.

Vroengard finally came into sight just as the sun climbed directly above them. Gormlaith pushed faster, Thorn following and struggling to keep up. She glanced back and slowed, growling quietly to herself.

It’s surprising how a dragon so big moves so fast, Murtagh thought.

Not necessarily, Thorn replied. Her wingspan is bigger than mine and will likely become even bigger than now. He paused. It feels very odd not to be the biggest dragon anymore.

Murtagh wondered how big Thorn would’ve been now if Galbatorix hadn’t sped his growth. Even without magic or torture involved, he’d heard from Eragon that most dragons had some growing pains as they got older and the bigger the growth spurt, the worse it was. He hoped Gormlaith didn’t suffer too greatly.

He sighed as the academy came into view below. Both dragons began to sink closer to the treetops, making for the grassy hill where you and Eragon had first met and where returning dragons and their Riders usually landed. The hill stood empty before them, but several students and elves pointed up and shouted at your group’s return.

Gormlaith touched down first, Thorn not far behind. The red dragon sighed, settling onto his haunches with closed eyes as he still felt some lingering effects of the poison. Murtagh quickly unbuckled himself and slid down to give him a reprieve from his weight, watching as Gormlaith sank to her belly again so you could do the same.

A roar sounded in the distance as Saphira flew towards them. She landed quickly with a whoosh that sent hair and cloaks flying before Eragon quickly scrambled down.

“There you are!” He ran towards you as you met him in the middle. “Thank the gods you’re all right.” He turned to Murtagh. “And thank the gods you happened to be nearby. Thank you for bringing them back.”

Murtagh nodded. “I take it you know what happened?”

Eragon scowled. “Yes. The delegation members have been dealt with and reassigned as necessary.” He returned his attention to you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I’m so, so sorry and swear to you I will do everything in my power to make sure this never happens again. Thank you for doing your duty to protect the eggs and new Riders—or trying to, at least.”

You clenched your jaw and nodded, obviously still feeling the sting of the ordeal.

Eragon tried to give you a comforting smile and a small pat on the arm. “Why don’t you and Gormlaith go bathe, eat, and rest for the rest of the afternoon? I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning for our private classes.”

You sighed and nodded, your face finally showing some signs of fatigue. You made your way back over to Gormlaith several yards away as Eragon stepped closer to Murtagh, lowering his voice. “And you look as if you’ve something to tell me.”

Murtagh nodded, gripping Zar’roc’s pommel. “The masked men showed up while Thorn and I were alone, not far from where the delegation was—and they were dangerously well-equipped. If Y/N and Gormlaith hadn’t been close by and insisted on checking on us, I don’t think we would’ve returned here.”

Eragon took a deep breath, a troubled look on his face before glancing at you. Murtagh followed his gaze as you wrapped your arms (well, as best you could) around Gormlaith’s snout. She gently lifted you several feet off the ground before lowering you back down, parting to take off towards the lake most dragons used to bathe. You made eye contact with the pair, smiling sadly before jogging off towards the Riders’ quarters.

“Come with me,” Eragon said, nodding back towards the main building. “Tell me everything once we’re in my office.”

Murtagh and Thorn did as bade, looking down over the settlement as they flew. Several students trained with other teachers and elves while others played, read, and flew about with their dragons, creating a cacophony of joy and safety. For all his faults, Murtagh couldn’t help but admire the hard work his brother had put into creating this community and wished he’d been more a part of its creation.

Both dragons landed on the large balcony outside Eragon’s office, the Riders disappearing inside. Murtagh gave him all the details of his attack, as well as your rescue, then his rescue of you.

Eragon pinched the bridge of his nose at the end. “By the gods, it was even worse than I feared.”

“I’m not sure if this is too advanced for her,” Murtagh started, settling back in the chair across from his brother’s large oak desk, “but it might be a good idea to teach Y/N and Gormlaith whatever teleportation spell the elves use. Although you said they were punished, rumor mills like this are hard to shake. Someone may very well do something similar to them again.”

Eragon sighed. “It’s a spell that requires a lot of energy, which is why usually only the seasoned elves perform it. Once it’s been used, the user will have precious little energy left, which is why there are always multiple elves in each delegation, as well as at least one dragon and Rider duo. But perhaps you’re right. The knowledge alone might be good for them.”

“Exactly how advanced are they both?”

“Very.” Eragon paused to take a drink out of a glass of water on his desk, the fire crackling in the background. “She’s mentioned she had talent in magic before Gormlaith hatched, and then I suppose life on the run is a good teacher. I have them in group classes with the much older dragons in the afternoons, then Saphira and I have been giving them both private lessons most days from morning to midday. Although that does mean the work piles up in the afternoons…” He glanced at the high stack of papers on the corner of his desk and sighed.

“What sort of things do you train them for in the mornings?”

“More basic magic that’s commonly used between dragons and Riders, hand-to-hand combat, meditation, some poses Master Oromis taught me, reaching out to sense living things and connecting with nature, combat on dragonback—that sort of thing.”

Murtagh nodded, thinking back to his few lessons with Eragon where he’d also learned some of Oromis’ poses and mental exercises. “I could help, if that’s an option. I have plenty of experience with combat, both on the ground and on Thorn, and we could always practice any of the elves’ teachings together.”

“Mmm,” Eragon raised his eyebrows. “Now, there’s an idea. She’s extremely advanced in magic, too, so she might be able to help you. Although she uses a lot of wordless magic, which I’d prefer she stop, she does know a decent amount of the Ancient Language enough to hold quite complicated conversations with the elves.”

“Is she fluent?”

“No, but she’s getting there. That’s a good idea, I think you two could really benefit each other. I’d still like to meet with her once or twice a week just to see how she’s doing, but you could take…” he leaned over to glance at a piece of paper on his desk, “Monday, Wednesday, and Friday if you’d like? We usually meet around eight o’clock in the morning and go until midday, then break for lunch, then she joins the others for group lessons with the elves.”

“I can do that.”

“Good! I’ll show you where I train with her later this evening.” He smiled lightly to himself. “Well. Your first student.”

Murtagh laughed dryly. “Sounds like I’ll be learning from her just as much.”

“That’s how any good teacher and student relationship is: sometimes, your student ends up being the one to teach you.” He paused. “I’d always hoped you’d teach one day. Perhaps this will be a good trial run? You did travel together for two days and stayed at an inn together, yes? How did you get on?”

“Very well. I enjoyed talking to her.”

Eragon smiled wryly, gently scraping the handle of his letter opener over his jaw. “Mmmm.”

Murtagh sighed in defeat. “Why does everyone keep making that noise at me?”

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