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hoshigray · 6 months

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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.

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“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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landograndprix · 1 year

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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 ❤️

✧.* prev part - next part

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f1gurls we've reached peak dog mom, Dash got an Instagram 😭

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fewtrelllando good to see they've adopted max 🥰

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landonorris I was talking about the sushi

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y/nnorris I love them your honor 😭

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mrsnorris 🤮 🤮 🤮

landonorris exactly, who would eat sushi?

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charlie_leclerc I'm changing my mind, they are actually cute together

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y/nloveee we either have a supportive ex-boyfriend or mans completely missed the picture of y/n and lando 💀

norry4 Arianna what are you doing here?

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cecilemoulin spending the 28th with the funniest, prettiest and dumbest ones. ❤️

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girlsofthegird happy birthday Cecile! 😍

carlandooo lmfao milou watching the stories and seeing this post: 🧍‍♀️

george63russell I mean she's been a lil' bitch lately so are we really surprised? 👀

miloubabess she's with her family on a holiday, guess she couldn't make it 🙄

fewtrelllando I don't known about y'all but this smells like a double date!

norrizz HOWLING THE CAKE 😭

y/nlandooo peak y/n behaviour 😭

chilisainz loving this new friend dynamic, always thought Cecile and y/n would be a better match than y/n and milou..

maxfewtrell well..great picture..

cecilemoulin max, don't worry, you are the prettiest!

y/nusername the prettiest princess of them all 🎀

landonorizzzz goddammit, those muppets really do be in love huh

thomasgoms happy birthday Cecile!

y/nluv boy get out of here..🤨

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fatale-distraction · 9 months

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BG3 Companions Social Media Headcanons Part 1

I was bored at work and couldn’t stop. 🤣 I’ll make another post with Halsin, Minthara, Jaheira, Minsc, and some NPCs!

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Astarion - Pre-Tav, Astarion's social media is mostly thirst-traps for some kind of nefarious, Cazador-related money-making plot. They barely scoot past the TOS on lewd content. Very little real personal content, anything that isn't a thirst trap is heavily doctored lifestyle content to make it seem like he's living a much more luxurious life than he actually is.

After meeting Tav and getting rid of Cazador, he deletes all of his old accounts and opens up new ones. They're not exactly private, but he's much more careful about who he follows and who can follow him back. The posts become much more genuine. Still a lot of selfies, but they're sexy in the way of a guy just finally living his truth and being comfortable in his own skin. There's more shots of his daily life; waking up with his partner's obnoxious pets strewn across the bed, morning coffee and his current favorite book, new outfits that make him feel more himself. Tav features heavily in most of his posts, and there are probably as many pictures of them as there are of himself.

Karlach - chaos. No rhyme or reason. Lots of parkour and Jack-ass parodies. Constant flood of pictures of her stuffed animal collection. Stupid filters abound. There's several videos of her just flexing. Lumberjack videos. Seven hundred pictures of Tav, tons of selfies together. Videos of her literally sobbing over some cute stuffy she found or a dog she got to pet. "How many times can I say the fuck word before I get suspended." Memes. Memes everywhere.

Lae'zel - She follows three accounts and never posts anything, but somehow she's constantly scrolling through. What does she even do? Her profile picture is still the default. She doesn't have any profile information filled out. It just says "No." Her screen name is just Lae_zel. Every single item in her favorites is a cat video. She has One photo and its a gym selfie. All of her comments seem really mean at first, but they're all weirdly supportive things along the lines of "your teeth are sharp and your visage terrifying".

Shadowheart - total E-girl influencer vibe. Everything is #nofilter. She doesn't need filters. She's god's most perfect princess. You can't even be mad because it's not vanity its just how she Is. Ends everything with Prayer-hands-emoji hashtag Shar'sblessings or Selune'sblessings depending on where she is in that journey. Hairstyle and makeup tutorials and she makes it look so damn easy. "Dye my hair and cut my bangs with me." "Get ready with me" videos nearly every day. Every picture has a comment from Astarion that just says "oh fuck off" because even he can never hope to be as perfect as she is. Or at least that's what her forty-five thousand followers think.

Wyll - The official Blade of the Frontier social media account(s). Fencing videos and promos. "How to polish your horns for newbies" video that's been taken down twenty-seven times for lewd content even though it's literally for polishing actual horns. Accidental thirst traps because damn. Lots of disability advocacy, especially for visual impairments. Weekly Demon/Devil PSAs. Constantly featured in Karlach's vids and vice-versa. Buddy selfies. Once in a while a pic of him with his dad. Pics with Tav are rare, but when he does post them they're the sweetest pictures and he gushes about them for paragraphs. It's a little gross how gushy they are. Astarion comments with vomit emojis and Wyll just replies with an angry face emoji. The purest content. He's so wholesome. Not a swear to be seen. Lots of gentle hype videos. "You've got this. You can do this. I believe in you."

Gale - oh my god he has the most pretentious social media accounts. He's worse than Astarion. "Well, actually" videos with multiple parts because they're too long. Tea and bookshelves. Tara. So many pics of Tara. Tara napping on a book. Tara swatting a fly. Tara in the window. Tara on the kitchen counter. Tara laying in the sun. Tara doing nothing. He has one of those fancy cat terrarium backpacks. Magic tutorials. Mystra simp. Surprisingly few selfies but the ones he has are IMMACULATE. Pretentious book reviews. His only saving grace is that he is HILARIOUS. He's the only one with a reasonable about of pics with Tav as opposed to almost none or way too many, but the captions are always really sweet.

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Part 2 here!

Part 3 here!

Part 4

#baldur's gate 3 #Baldur’s gate 3 Headcanons #bg3 #bg3 headcanons #shadowheart #astarion #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #lae'zel #karlach

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anadiasmount · 1 year

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moment of your life - jude bellingham.

quick sum: a girls night out. birthday. dinner. club. seeing jude unexpectedly after you over heard him say things that left you hurt and confused… but hey, maybe this could be the moment of your life…

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PSA 🗣️ inspired by song ‘moment of your life’ by brent faiyez ft. coco jones 🤭. the lyrics will be in italics and bolded! no warnings, just angsty at the start, jealous jude, but ends with a happy ending! insta au at end as well❣

You laughed loudly in disbelief as you saw your girlfriends walk through the door. You lazily got up from your bed into a seating position and smiled big when they appeared holding flowers, balloons, and a pink heart-shaped cake for your birthday. They sang Happy Birthday loudly, recording your reaction as they went and circled around your bed. You weren't expecting them, so your shocked reaction to them made them chuckle.

You brushed your hair back and put your glasses on top of your head, from the studying you were doing for your communications class. “Make a wish, darling!” your best friend said, sitting next to you while holding the cake. There were many things you wished for but being here with them just made you feel so grateful and loved after the last couple of weeks. You closed your eyes in delight and blew the candles.

Clapping your hands and thanking them, but that’s when you notice them being fully dressed up, short dresses or mini skirts, and or tight tops. “Uh-”

“We're going out to celebrate. So get up, take a shower, and we’ll do your hair and makeup. We bought you this midi dress, and you’ll wear it.”

There was no making remarks or opinions when your friend Ella spoke, she had a clear message and you had to hear it. But you just weren't up for going out, you’d rather just do something here with them since it was unexpected. Open that bottle of tequila and vodka, and drink your sorrows away till the next day. “Guys, I love you more than anything, but I really don’t want to… We can do something here-”

“No no no. We have reservations in two hours at this fancy restaurant downtown, so we can’t stay,” Ella spoke again, going over and grabbing your hand to pull you out of bed. She struggled since your feet were planted on the ground, only dragging and moving along when she tugged you towards the bathroom. “Shower. Go.” You huffed but did what she said, managing to quickly shave your legs and wash your hair.

You moisturized your body with some lotion and did skincare to let the products sit before they did your makeup. Ella knocked on the door and passed you the black dress, it looked short, and it was slightly shorter than what you were used to, but it hugged and shaped your curves well, your legs looked tan and toned, your boobs perky and sat nicely. You went and also picked out the black stiletto heels, knowing the would define your legs even more, stepping out with them in your hand.

Your friends gassed you up, complementing you, a warm blush spreading your cheeks. But, they still rushed you to sit down so they could get to work. You begged them for a natural look, not wanting anything that would sweat off if you guys decided to go clubbing, surprise surprise they listened. You did agree to some small dramatic lashes, which shaped your eyes with the brown eyeshadow.

While they did that Ella, quickly blow-dried your hair, and gave you a small blowout, nothing too crazy but what went with you. Your friends attempted to re-act the scene from Princess Diaries which made everyone wheeze as you headed downstairs. Your jaw dropped and smiled widely as you saw the small decorations in the kitchen, along with the pink cake from before.

“You guys! This is so cute!” you yelled out, going to hug each and everyone, seriously enjoying the princess treatment. “You deserve it all, darling! Hurry let's pre-game, and take some pics before we head out,” one of your friends said, all of them quickly agreeing.

The ride to the restaurant went fully smooth, now currently seated in one of the prettiest restaurants you've been to. “Ella, listen I love you, but I'm not wearing that damn tiara…” you shut her down for the millionth time, making her roll her eyes. She sounded like your mom with her protest saying it was just for pictures, but all you had in mind was to eat.

“Oh fuck…” you looked up from your menu and glanced around confused. But then you saw who exactly made your friend curse out loud. You hid behind the menu again, attempting to look discrete. But you felt the cold rush through your veins, the feeling of your stomach dropping at the sight of the familiar curls, and white smile. All you could do was nod when your friend asked if you were okay, and pretend like you were fine, but deep down, the last thing you wished for was to make sure he didn't see you at all.

He was through your eye range, and you didn't hesitate to move when your friend offered to switch spots, your back facing him as you walked to the seat. Call you dramatic but you didn't care, you deserved to be happy on your birthday and that was the plan. It was quickly forgotten by them when the drinks arrived, you tried to distract yourself but your mind went back to him.

Jude had been someone you were helping out to learn Spanish once he first moved to Madrid. Of course, who could deny his gentleman status, his attractive features in those times the two of you were together? Him acting cocky at times, the brush of hands when you passed him the papers, and the strong eye contact when you explained the attributes of the language. You felt a mass of butterflies around him, and it seemed like he did too when he confessed he felt the same way.

You shared your first kiss, the rain tapping slightly against the window, the scented candles lighting the room when the light went out, the way he would quickly stare at your lips then back up at your eyes, had you clenching your legs shut. And when your lips finally brushed against his, there was no turning back, the passion, the small grunts and moans from the both of you, the way he tugged on your hair making you go crazy. The tight grip on your waist as your tongues fought for dominance.

After that, the two of you got closer than ever. The regular routine of coming over to help him with his Spanish lessons quickly turned into dates in your apartment. Making dinner, teaching him, then cuddling while watching movies. He never pushed for more, respecting any boundaries, which made you feel assured it was real. It felt right. You felt safe and sound, forgetting how cruel the world was to you when you were with him. Only him. He became someone that anytime you saw, you knew you didn't have to worry about anything. It was just the two of you.

But that changed after a party, a party he insisted you go to since he claimed he wouldn't know how to communicate with anyone. After you stepped away to get a drink, you regretted coming. Those few minutes of agony turned to hours as you felt stupid and used, quickly leaving and didn't bother looking back.

That was a month ago, and now you're here, looking at the waiter confused when a blue drink was brought to your table, to you specifically. “Who is this from?” you couldn't help but ask, maybe wondering if it was from Jude… “It was sent from him,” you followed where he had pointed, and met with a tall, brunette, European dressed man. You raised the drink, as in a thank you, to which he smirked.

“Seems like you got his attention… You planning to say hi?” your friend teased, to which you gave her a playful glare. “Who knows,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your wine instead of the blue drink, “Maybe it could be the moment of my life.”

The food was amazing, and your tastebuds fell in love with the flavor of the dish you chose. You all laughed and reminisced on the good times together, especially those when you were dorming with each other, and that trip to Germany where you had lost your bags. “No guys I can’t. It feels like I’ve done an ab workout after all this laughing,” you said, grabbing your stomach. “No, but like I said, I don’t remember that night at all-”

You covered your face when you heard them starting to sing Happy Birthday, hating the attention from the whole restaurant on you. It was slightly embarrassing, and they did this knowing it would be a good laugh, which you didn't mind since you had done it to one of them before. All you could do was shift around in your seat, looking around the table before blowing the candles out again the second time.

“I had the goal! I had it!-” Jude was quickly cut off by the cheering, glancing over to the table in the corner, his breath hitched, seeing the familiar smile as they turned their head to what their friend was saying, watching as you threw your head back laughing contently. It looked like you were happy, over the moon. You were all he frequently thought of these days, he needed and wanted to know what you were doing, how you were, wishing to ask what the hell went wrong between the two of you. He was going crazy not knowing, especially since all you did was leave him on read. No matter where he was, his only thought was you.

“Y/n is here,” was all that Jude said, shifting to look straight at you, but it was quite difficult. “Jude, you’re speaking nonsense, c’mon back to what you were saying,” his teammate said, one he grew super close with once he arrived. Jude clenched his jaw, fist knocking and tapping on the table as he turned back to you, but now watching as a man was whispering into your ear, you were smiling and nodding.

He felt the burn rising in his chest, not liking the way you looked content next to a man that wasn't him, whispering back into his ear and watching as he went back to his table. Jude’s shoulders tensed under his shirt, a vein popping from his forehead. His tongue pointed on the inside of his cheek. What was so fucking funny that had you laughing like that? That man shouldn’t haven't even been there, it should’ve been him there.

Jude knew it was your birthday today, and he wondered if you had received the roses he sent along with a letter. He was tempted to go over there and try to make amends but it wasn’t the time or place for that. So for the rest of his dinner, he just stared at you, gawking at how you looked. The dress causing dirty images in his head, urging him to go over and run his hand down your spine to your ass, make you yours as he desired.

“I need a drink,” he sighed, rubbing his fingers over the lines on his forehead. Hi teammate laughing at his distressed look, teasing him for thinking about it too much and letting it get to his head. “If you're that bothered, why don’t you go over and talk to her? Maybe she’s willing to explain?” he said, but Jude shook his head. “I don’t think she wants to see me. She's made it clear by not texting me back or answering my calls. She won't even approve for our next Spanish lesson!”

While you hadn’t, Jude had known of you prior to meeting you. Hearing how you were a special friend to those around him. You had a bright smile, warm eyes, and a caring personality, yet were so shy and innocent, and always willing to help him no matter what. You were too good for him, but he was whipped, wanting to know anything and everything about you. Jude brought himself to ask you to be his Spanish teacher in a way, after approving his transfer in early March, when those moving rumors began to surface in the media.

When he finally asked you, it looked like you were taken at back, he quickly fell mesmerized with you, the way your eyes glimmered, your rosy cheeks, the way you couldn't hold proper hold eye contact with him, being intimidated by his gaze. What he absolutely adored was the way you fit in his embrace, you were smaller than him, and he was scared those times when you hugged he would hold you tight but that wasn't the case. He would never miss a session, bringing something to you every time from it being your favorite snacks to even your favorite roses.

When you’d meet in public, it was a private cafe or somewhere secluded so he wouldn't get recognized. But even then, it was always so hard to focus on teaching a language, when all you did was talk about each other's lives. Having grown up as a quiet person, living most of your life privately, meeting Jude probably was the best thing that ever happened to you. You were used to everyone leaving you or being treated like nothing but him? You were his absolute world.

It took time to get out of that shell you created. You were scared of being used or one of the so-called flings. you never let him in, slowly but surely you began to dig deeper into his heart. You fell, but he fell harder for you. He made you feel comfortable in your setting, never pushed you for me, he was respectful and brutally honest, which you admired.

“Are we ready to go?” you asked after paying. They argued over who would pay what but in the end it was decided to split the check between everyone. You slid from the table, walking where he wouldn't see you if he was paying attention. You made sure your dress wasn't high, and fixed your jewelry, walking slowly out the door but you were suddenly stopped by that man again.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Yes. Thank you for the drink once again, but like I said I'm not interested in anything right now if that makes sense. I'm just focusing on myself and getting started with my career,“ you apologize feeling like owed him an explanation, but you didn’t. He just gave off bad vibes, and you didn't like his aura and cocky self. “Not even your number? If time is what you need I’ll be more than welcome to wait.”

He was persistent and you almost gave in. Why did you feel bad rejecting him? You had told yourself if someone new wanted to enter your life, you would allow them. You were going to be open to moving on after Jude. But why was it so hard to do just that? For god’s sake, you couldn't even give him your number, without thinking back to Jude. Thinking of how he would feel, or what he would say to you.

You gave him an apologetic smile, before nodding your head, “What about my insta?” to which he quickly agreed.

If Jude was jealous before, he was over the roof now. He scoffed seeing you exchange whatever you were doing, his nails deep into the palm of his hands ignoring the sting in his heart. Were you moving on? Even if there was no label put on the two of you, it looked like you were, and that truly scared him. Jude’s questions were still unanswered to him, and now he was losing it, darting over to where you were. “Jude just give it up. Give her-” he heard them say but he was just focused on you.

“No. You can’t, I won't let you. She’s doing just fine without you,” one of your friends said as she saw the tall man beginning to approach you. “I don't care! I am miserable and I won’t put up without a fight. If she doesn't want to talk I'll hear it from her,” he said, which is true, he could have his temper and you knew that. He wasn’t going to give up so soon. Giving up on you was out of the picture…“I'll see you around,” the stranger said smirking, making Jude internally gag.

“You won’t.”

You look up and see him standing there, just like you had seen him before with an all-black outfit. He looked hurt, a small frown placed on his lips, and his brows plugged in together confounded. Jude turned his gaze to Alex, now a scowling look to the stranger from tonight, once he heard him remark back, “And who's to stop me from that? You?”

Jude licked his lips, and scratched his temple, nodding before saying something, “Yes me. Is that a problem?” he raised his brow, approaching Alex closer with small steps. “Well, it seems like your girl, Y/n right?,” Alex pointed to you with his head, “Is currently not taken, so I'm free to do whatever I’d like. And if she was, well then, seems like it didn’t stop her from giving me her socials?”

Alex was starting to get into Jude’s head, he saw the rage in his eyes causing him to smirk, and tap Jude’s chest, “Well seems like you have your answer…”

Jude placed a smug look into his face, now tapping Alex’s chest, “Like I said. She’s not interested, because quite frankly all you got was her socials. If she was interested like you seemed convinced to be, she would give in, guess your charming self isn’t fitting her cup of tea. You're only into her for one reason, and she’s not looking for that ” Jude cocked his head to the side in a ‘we both know what we're talking about’ way.

When you saw Alex approach Jude closer that's when you decided to get between them, your hand connecting with his chest, pushing Jude back. You saw Jude’s matches, and you knew what he was thinking, he lost his control easily and you didn't want to cause a scene here, especially for Jude’s sake as he was the talk of the media. An article being posted the next morning saying he was fighting, wasn’t going to look good for him.

“Stop. Let it go,” you whispered to only where he could hear, Jude glanced down at you, grabbing your hips as you walked him outside, your friends following behind. “I'm sorry for all that, have a good rest of your night, “ you said to Alex, watching him roll his eyes, but you couldn't care less. Jude had a point, and you weren’t looking for a quick fuck.

When you walked back out, Jude was pacing back and forth, talking to his teammates as they tried to calm him down. Ella walked towards you, trying to get you to go with them, but she understood if you wanted to talk to him. “We’ll be in the car waiting, if you need us don’t hesitate to scream,” she said to which you nodded. It looked like Jude’s friends did the same, walking over to a fancy car, with more than enough room for all of them.

Your heels clicked against the concrete floor, catching Jude’s attention. “Wha- What was that? Care to explain?” he said furiously, his hand pointing to the direction of the restaurant. “Can you keep your voice down? I don’t think you’d want articles resurfacing-”

“Y/n! I could care less about that. Let them post it, I don’t care. I want to know what happened between us. We don't talk for weeks, and suddenly it seems like you're a new person. Did you forget about us? What we did? What we shared? How you specifically told me that you were falling for me? What the fuck changed?” Jude let out hurt. He was hurting and you saw that.

“Well to me, I saw and heard what I needed to hear from you Jude. You played me, led me on, made me believe there could ever be something between us. But oh boy was I wrong! I was so wrong about you after you proved to me you weren't the person I had met. The Jude I met is not the one standing in front of me, not the one who promised me they felt the same way but instead lied. Do you not know what that feels like? I feel stupid, used!” you yelled. The frustration being built inside you, wanting to be let out of the cage after being built.

“Led you on? What the hell are you talking about?” he scoffed, shaking his head confused, “I made my intentions very clear to you, how I felt about you. I did anything to make you happy! I wanted to see you happy, happy next to me. I was willing to do anything, I was patient with you. There was a reason why I asked you to teach me Spanish, I wanted to get to know you. If anything I feel like you led me on,” he pointed out, motioning with his hands.

“Excuse me? How can you say that? I wasn't the one who said ‘Yeah she means nothing to me really. Doesn’t mean shit what we are, just in it for the fun. She’s nice to be around, but being in it for the long run, you know me, how I am. This being in relationships isn't what I want right now’ when your friends asked you about me” you mocked, then slightly gasping when you realized what you’d said. Jude furrowed his brows, a shocked or surprised look on his face, not knowing what to say.

“What?”

“You heard me. I heard you that night at the party… I went out to look for you to ask if you wanted to head home, or go out to the city, just something between us. But once I heard that it was clear I had read your intentions wrong. I wasted no time and left. Could you imagine the way they would make fun of me? For being delusional and not knowing about how you felt?”

Jude’s face softened, knowing he was caught in the act, and that what he said was true. The familiar of his chest tightening was back, not bearing the fact you were crying in front of him, all because of him. But he had to let you know that what he said wasn’t true, the only he said what he said was because those ‘friends’ he was with, only use him for social imaging. He wanted to protect you, protect you from the cruel world that existed. “Y/n-”

“No. I really don’t want to hear it… I just want to enjoy the rest of my night, my birthday with my friends. Have fun Jude…” you sniffled, wiping your tears away to look more presentable. Jude gripped your wrist when he saw you walking back, “No please, we need to talk about this! I can’t just stand here knowing we can prevent the confusion and mistake further. Please, let’s just talk.”

“Like I said. I want to enjoy my night and make it the moment of my life for once. If you want to fix things like you claim, you always know when to find me…”

It's true. He always did know where to find you. Which is why he was now staring at you from the corner of the club, dancing away with your girlfriends. Take shots then and there, laugh and talk with them, and take photos with your friends. Part of him felt happy, that you were able to distract yourself after crying and being upset. But he just desperately wanted to take you home and hold you, to let you listen to what he had to say.

His friends would include him, often earning a laugh or joke from Jude, he wasn’t also going to be upset either. He had you back and wasn't going to let you leave again, he was going to try because you didn't read his intentions wrong, just didn’t know the full story. He saw you turn down guys that came up to you, which made him feel proud, and secure, often smirking because you were his girl, his only.

Most of his friends who came with him left, and then it was just him, standing by the bar, intensely staring at your toned legs, those heels that you wore were driving him insane. Watching as your hips moved to the rhythm of the song, your hands tracing from your thighs, up to your hips and then side, over and over again. It was almost like you were teasing him, which you were unbeknownst to him. You wanted to show him what he was willing to lose. That at the end of the day, you were going to move on and forget about him.

It was 2 a.m. when your friends decided to leave, and they knew you wouldn't accompany them along, since Jude was still there. They couldn't blame you, they also wanted to make sure you got the closure you needed to move on, so they would support you no matter what. If there's anything you love, is that they would never bring you down or judge you.

“Still here?”

Jude got startled, looking down at you, a shy smile on your face, warming his heart. There was something about you being shy and innocent that pulled him in more into you. Wanting to be the only one who would see this side of you, playful and loving. “Yeah… waiting for the most beautiful in the world to leave, but looks like she's standing right in front of me now,” he said, taking a sip from his drink.

“I won’t push you to talk if you're not ready, you know I'm not like that. If you need more time I completely understand you,” Jude stated, he was serious about this, the last thing he wanted was to push you away further. What more could you lose, if talking with Jude meant him being back in your life, you were willing to try.

“Let’s go home. I'm ready.”

Jude would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. You looked better, sexier than ever. That perfume you wore, he loved, especially how you still wore the gold charm bracelet he gave you. He loved this confident side of you, always used to the quietness and reserved part of you, so attempting to calm his nerves was hard. Trying to get his heart rate to calm down was also getting harder by the second as you led him inside your apartment.

It was still the same, just with some birthday decor and balloons. The same desk in the back where you two had practiced and gave him Spanish lessons was still there. The plants he gifted you, were hung up and longer, as they dangeled. The teddy he had won for you when the two of you passed by a fair a certain night was on the couch, resting peacefully. The roses he’d given you for today were in a red glass vase, on the small table by a huge mirror you had, making him smile. He missed the feeling of home with you.

“Sorry if it's a mess, I was studying when they came, and I didn't think I'd see you tonight,” you blushed embarrassed, apologizing but Jude didn't care. He instead just walked over and stared at the roses, “I was starting to think you didn't receive them, or that you threw them away…” he admitted, touching the petals.

“No, I can’t. They're beautiful, plus it was the first thing I woke up to this morning, along with your lovely letter. Thank you by the way,” you said quietly, being respectful about the gift, interlocking your hands together as you walked over to him, breathing in the familiar cologne. “You’re welcome. I'm glad you like them.”

You watched as his long fingers played with the ribbon on the vase, his veiny hands flexing, but you could feel his intense gaze on you, slowly looking up, getting lost in his brown eyes, the wrinkles in the outer corners. It went quiet, just the heavy breathing that appeared from both of you, the tension becoming hot and tense, swallowing your dry throat as you cleared your throat, and let out a small whisper of his name, “Jude…”

“I couldn't bear the fact, that the last time I would've seen you was that night at the party… I would've said yes to you, you know? I desperately wanted to get out of there once I joined them outside… they were people I thought I could've associated myself with but I was wrong… being new to Spain, I just wanted to build new friendships, but I regret it with them since all they wanted was the few seconds of fame… I don't know who’s real and who’s fake anymore. You were real though… what we had it's still all real to me…” he spoke up, grabbing your smaller hand into his.

“While you went inside to grab the drinks, they began to talk about you, and I wasn’t going to let them do that, because you felt safe and protected around me, you trusted me and I didn’t want to break that bond. I only said what I said because I wanted them to leave me alone, I wanted you to myself, have this privacy and intimate moments like now between the two of us. I wanted to be selfish and keep you to me,” Jude urged, tracing your knuckles with his thumbs.

You wanted to dig yourself into a hole, never come out, unless there was a sale 100% off in Sephora. This was all interpreted wrong, you had failed to communicate with him about it, causing you to be distant and sad about it. You felt slightly at fault but it wasn't the case. It still hurt to hear because at the moment it felt like you wouldn't be enough for him.

“What I said was wrong, and I don’t want it to come off that I become a different person when I'm around other people, because I'm not. I just wanted to protect you, and what we had. You've seen it in the past and I can prove that to you. You know me better than anyone else, only seen this side of me because you allowed me to do that. I'm a way better person around you, and only you. So please forgive me…” his voice becoming softer, pleading at you.

Your pulse was fast, it's what being around him did to you. But him standing here, fixing things between the two of you, shutting those insecurities and unanswered questions away, and proving to you that whatever went on between you wasn't just for fun or to make you feel used. Jude was in it for the long run, only if it was you aside him, not anyone else…

“I feel dumb… I feel like I might've overreacted and this would’ve been avoided if I had just spoken to you… but it hurt because for a second you weren’t Jude, my Jude…” you said, making Jude’s heart race at the words ‘my Jude’. “I thought I wasn't enough for you… that any minute we had spent together was just for you to have a laugh, but it's clear it wasn’t… So of course I forgive you Jude… only if you forgive me for shutting you out like I did…”

“You know my answer to that… You know I'll forgive you, but it was never my intention to make you feel like that okay baby? Remember that. You’re more than what I deserve, and every moment we spent I have it here. And I got every other thing that I need and want but you,” he took your hand and placed it over his heart, “I love you Y/n…” Jude confessed, swallowing his nervousness away.

You started at him with wide eyes, searching for any signs that would say to back away but there was none because you felt it too. The love, the lust, the feeling of it, all of it, you felt. Your mom had said you’ll feel with the correct person, the feeling of being stable, knowing that the person you love would prove it to you every day for the rest of your life. That when you love, there’s absolute trust always. That love isn’t a fairytale, that it exists when you met your soulmate connection. Jude was your forever soulmate.

“I love you Jude…” you said abruptly, your hand reaching over and tracing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Now it was his turn to search for any signs, but he didn’t, because the soulmate connection was mutual. You loved him, the way he loved you. He reached over and slowly leaned down to your lips, not pushing the limit not knowing if you’d want it, but when you pulled his neck to yours, connecting your lips together, every cell in his body ignited. He was back where he desired. Back in your embrace where he felt secure, forgetting about anything when with you.

His hands traveled to your waist and pulled you closer to him, stumbling a little but he made it work. His lips against yours caused an ache, a sensation of heaven in you. All you saw was a future with him. Jude’s tongue prominently teased your bottom lip, wanting to take it into his mouth, so he was quick to do so when you allowed him to. Savoring your sweet taste forever, a tainted memory to cherish.

Your hands were tucked on his chest, often raking down to his abdomen. Jude pulled away, holding your face while tucking your hair back, “I've been wantin' you, so what you wanna do tonight? Make this the moment of your life,” Jude said, being down for anything. You kissed the tip of his nose, biting your lip, “I don't wanna hidе… Always been a good girl, but I have a bad side. Can I show you, baby? I'ma guarantee you won't forget…”

Jude was going crazy, his cock hardening under his boxers, the urge to take you right then and there. The innocence was gone from you, no more shy girl, and he wanted to know the bad side you proclaimed to have… to kiss every inch of your skin, the birthmark under your ear, the small painted moles of your chest and neck. To have you cumming underneath him, over and over, to show you who you belong to, to show you the love. He heard the small whimper you let out “Just like that,” as he continued to discover more of you.

“I don't want a taste, I want the whole damn thing,” he said as he walked you over to your bedroom, “How I feel with you, it feels right, so what you on for the night, baby?”

As he slowly removed your dress, he fell in love again right then and there, you looked pure, perfect, untamed, and for him only, kissing your collarbones all the way up to your mouth where he gave you a messy and passionate kiss. Feeling the warm skin against his palms, he wanted to capture the moment forever, trace every curve and imperfection on you. “So pretty and sexy for me baby, want it all, anything you're willing to give me as long as you say it.”

“If you don't mind, you should try to stay the night. Because I'm willing to let you do anything you want, I'll let you make this the moment of your life…” you say, removing his shirt and tracing over his pecks, kissing his soft skin, watching as goosebumps appear, hearing him let out a grunt before diving back to kissing your lips.

“Anything the birthday girl wants… she’ll get…”

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Penalty Box— Trevor’s Caddies Edition

SERIES MASTERLIST

might regret posting at midnight but here we go!

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yourusername my baby boy daddy sir boyfriend went to the rocket mortgage classics a couple days ago and my best friend number two was his caddy (and i was his trophy almost wife)!

i got sunburned (dw trevy is taking care of me ;)) but my boys had fun together so it was worth it! i don’t understand golf, but trevor was happy at the end of the day, so WOOOO GOD BABY!!! SO PROUD OF YOU, KING! (he tries to explain it, but i simply cannot. i prefer to sit and look pretty)

the day was filled of me catcalling and teasing them and that obviously added to the amazing day we all had!

p.s. thanks for the big girl drinky drinks🩷

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yourusername @/jackhughes @/jamie.drysdale you two are the first to go

user56 i need more sissy quotes of the day

colecaufield “i don’t know what a birdie is but if you don’t make it i will throw my drink at you”

trevorzegras “spice it up, cockfield! hit him with the flag!”

colecaufield “i will take the clubs and leave you if you don’t give me a kiss right now”

trevorzegras “good put, daddy!“ (she has never once called me daddy)

yourusername personally i liked “i will shove this club up your butt if you don’t make this”

trevorzegras @/yourusername stop saying you’re going to shove things up my butt

yourusername @/trevorzegras i need house decor

trevorzegras @/yourusername are you insinuating that you live up my butt?”

yourusername @/trevorzegras yes🩵

_quinnhughes i hate this

yourusername @_quinnhughes i love you

_quinnhughes @/yourusername yeah yeah i love you too

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bloatedandalone04 · 5 months

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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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bloomeng · 18 days

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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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cacoetheswriting · 1 year

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pearl: march 1984

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 3.2k chapter summary: eddie realises he might like you as more than just his best friend.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, emotional hurt / comfort, self-doubt / insecurities, recreational drug use, mentions of alcohol - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely, if at all, in the story.

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Detention.

Frankly, a terrible concept and quite possibly one of the worst ways to punish misbehaviour ‘cause who did it really benefit, really? Definitely not the students since it just made them resent everyone involved in the situation even more, and not the teachers either as they do not want to be stuck minding careless brats after their already exhaustingly long day at work.

Detention was dumb. And you weren't just thinking that because of the half-crumpled slip in your hand.

Exhaling, you slowly open the classroom door and enter. There’s a hesitant sway in your strut as you approach the desk, handing the mangled piece of paper to the teacher that drew the short straw today — Mrs. Click.

Judging by the look on her face, she was just as happy to be doing this as you were, only reaffirming your already strong belief that detention was in fact dumb.

“Take a seat,” Mrs. Click grumbles before burying her nose back in the book she was reading.

You don’t bother responding, she clearly wouldn’t care anyway. Turning instead on your heel, you scan the room of delinquents until your eyes land on the one specific culprit that landed you in this mess in the first place.

Not surprisingly, Eddie’s eyes are already on you. He’s got a stupid, shit-eating grin plastered across his face and you can’t help but to roll your eyes at him — what a dingus.

“I can’t believe you’re actually pleased with yourself,” you huff while sitting down in the free spot next to him.

The metalhead chuckles silently before sliding his chair closer towards you.

“And I can’t believe you’re actually annoyed with me,” he teases in response, “It’s just as much your fault as it is mine.”

Your brows string together. “Are you shitting me, Eds?”

He shrugs, still smirking. “I’m just saying, princess—”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“—, if it wasn’t for your inability to control yourself around me, we wouldn’t be here,” Eddie teases, nonchalantly throwing one arm around the back of your chair.

“Eddie, and I say this with love, you’re delusional.”

“Quiet,” Mrs. Click calls out without lifting her head.

Letting out a faint breath, you lean in your best friend's direction. The curly-haired teen mirrors your movement and the two of you are now mere inches apart — a proximity that in recent months has become all too familiar. But not in a weird way. Eddie was still just your friend, nothing different. Not really. Simply, ever since it became apparent you would be graduating without him this year, being as close to one another as platonically possible, brought some comfort.

“As I was saying,” you begin in a whisper, “I was simply trying to get you to stop annoying me with your childish behaviour. I didn’t think you would land us in detention.”

He gasps inaudibly, placing a hand to his cheek as his mouth pops into an ‘o’ shape. Again, you roll your eyes at his dramatics then gently flick his forehead in an attempt to get him to quit it. The metalhead’s smile is wide as he lets his arm fall back down onto the desk.

“Well, I just hope you didn’t have any plans tonight,” Eddie teases, the shit-eating grin plastered across his face growing wider by the second.

“As a matter of fact, I did have plans. Thanks to you, Eds, I had to cancel on a friend of mine. We were supposed to go to the movies. I should be drowning in popcorn and overpriced soda, instead I’m stuck here with you,” your response is honest and there’s a hint of annoyance detectable in the sound of your voice.

Eddie’s eyes widen slightly and for a split-second you think you said something that hurt his feelings, but then he opens his mouth, confirming your suspicion about not feeling an inch of remorse for landing you in this hell.

“Princess, you’re hurting my feelings. I didn’t realise you had other friends.”

“I told you not to call me that,” it comes out in a half-hiss, half-giggle.

“Quiet,” Mrs. Click repeats and you glance in her direction. Her tone was slightly more stern yet she still doesn’t lift her head from the book in front of her, although you are mighty aware the third warning wouldn’t be as congenial.

Since you seriously did not want to have to do this again tomorrow, ignoring Eddie’s quiet babbling, you reach inside you backpack to retrieve a cassette player. Proceeding to make eye contact with the curly-haired boy, you place the headphones around your ears, silently showcasing you were done with the conversation and just wanted to be left alone for the remainder of your mutual time in this teen prison.

Thankfully, Eddie seems to get the hint. He drags his fingers across his lips in a zip-like motion before shooting you a wink and leaning backwards in his chair.

As the metalhead was no stranger to passing time when forced to stay longer after school, he spent the next hour or so taking what he believed to be a much deserved nap. You on the other hand spent the entire hour staring at the clock on the wall with intensity.

Time dragged. The cassette ended long ago and you felt no effort to rewind it, instead sitting in silence with the headphones still covering your ears.

Eventually, Mrs. Click clears her throat and you immediately turn your attention to her.

“Alright,” she begins and glances at the watch strapped to her wrist before looking up at the group, “I hope you all learned your lesson and we won’t have to see the majority of you here again.”

Her eyes flicker to Eddie and she sighs, “Mr. Munson, please be cautious not to drag your friends into your messes in the future, understood?”

“Noted, ma’am.” Eddie offers a charming smile and you can’t help but snicker next to him, a reaction that causes the denim clad teen to nudge your side with his elbow.

“Good,” the teacher nods at his response, “You’re all free to go then.”

Scrambling from your seat, you slide a bag strap up your arm, resting it on your shoulder, before walking towards the door. Eddie is close behind, as always. He says a sweet goodbye to Mrs. Click and he hurries after you out of the school building.

“I don’t know about you,” Eddie quips, unlocking his van, “But this was a lot of fun. We should definitely do it again sometime.”

You find yourself rolling your eyes once again while settling into the passenger seat.

“Eddie, please be serious. This isn’t funny, this was detention.”

He chuckles lightheartedly. “So? I get detention like every other day, you know that. These teachers, they have it out against me,” he says in his usual theatrical tone.

“They don’t have it out against you, Eds. Everyone wants to see you succeed.”

But he ignores you.

“Can I have that tape you were listening to earlier?”

He’s swift to change the subject because he knows where this conversation is heading — you graduating, him staying behind — and you're painfully aware he doesn’t want to talk about it right now, (or ever, if he could have things his way).

Eddie has only once admitted that he can’t bear the thought of you leaving and he wasn’t entirely sober when he said it, leading you to believe he didn’t even remember talking about it.

Considering avoidance of the topic also worked in your favour, you obey and hand Eddie the tape. He rewinds it with ease and places it inside the cassette player of his van. The first couple of tough yet vulnerable notes from Janis Joplin’s Pearl album blare through the shitty speakers.

Eddie starts the van, rhythmically tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and a smile tugs at your lips as you watch him begin mouthing the lyrics. His eyes are on the road ahead, his curly brown locks are blowing with the light breeze coming in through the parted window.

“Hey, Eds, since you ruined my plans for the afternoon, wanna drive down to Lover’s Lake and share some of your stash with me?”

Eddie smirks at the question.

“Lover’s Lake, huh? Is this your sneaky way of getting me to make out with you, princess? ‘Cause you know you don’t have to convince me too much.”

“No, shut up,” you scoff and playfully smack his bicep, “this is your way of apologising for landing me in detention. Also, in your dreams, hot shot.”

“Ugh,” the metalhead groans, “can we please just agree the fault lies with us both? I can’t have you making me feel guilty until the end of time,” he whines and glances in your direction, “And, side note, aren’t you always the one telling me to chase my dreams?”

Eddie’s insinuation isn’t lost on you, but this kind of flirting blurred the line between platonic and something more which was dangerous so close to your departure.

“You’re an idiot.”

He laughs, looking back at the road as the song ends and the next begins. Eddie starts to hum along with the melody and you watch him, slowly bobbing your head to the beat. The soft sounds he’s producing are so angelic, it causes your heart to soar then crack all at once.

Playing cat and mouse with the subject of graduation worked for you too because you weren't entirely sure you could handle the real world without Eddie. He’s been a permanent fixture in your life for years now. The only person who truly knew every single thing about you. The only person that’s ever cared.

“Okay,” he says eventually, breaking you away from your thoughts, “Lovers Lake it is, princess.”

You gently smack his bicep once again. “Seriously, Eds, don’t call me that.”

“Sorry,” but he’s not. You're certain he’s not. Just like you know he’ll do it again, and again you will tell him not too.

The drive to the new destination is relatively quick. Eddie finds a space to park and cuts the engine causing the music to end mid tune. He tilts his head to look at you, wiggling his dark brows, and you can’t help but giggle at his ridiculousness while unfastening your seatbelt.

You proceed to squeeze in between the seats, into the back of his beat up van. Eddie follows suit, although one of his many metal chains gets caught somewhere in the process and he gets stuck.

“Ehm,” he clears his throat, “A little help please.”

You laugh then skoot towards his trapped frame, scanning for the culprit.

There’s a sudden shift in dynamic. It’s a little strange. Proximity usually isn’t an issue, but you can feel his eyes on you, scanning the side of your face, as you tug at the chain, fingers grazing against him. The air feels unnaturally heavy and you're fighting with yourself not to meet his wandering gaze.

“You know this thing has doors, right?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Eddie bites back playfully.

“Don’t lie,” you begin, fingers mangled around the chain causing this current situation, “You like to stare at my—” But you catch yourself by biting on the inside of your cheek before the rest of the sentence slips from your lips.

There is a semi-awkward moment of silence.

Still avoiding his gaze, you eventually untangle Eddie’s metal chain, freeing him from his shackles, and push back further into the van. The curly haired boy sits across from you and in the spirit of continuous avoidance of yet another topic, he’s quick to whip out a pre-rolled joint from the inside pocket of his denim jacket then lights it.

“Go ahead, princess,” he offers, the joint between his fingers, ready for you.

“No, no,” you protest, “Dealer first.”

He lets out a lighthearted chuckle but shakes his head. “Take it,” he pouts, “it’s heavy, my arm is starting to hurt.”

“Did anyone ever tell you how dramatic you can be?” you joke but give in, taking the joint and placing it carefully between your lips.

It’s moments like these that are your favourite. It is moments like these that make you think how lucky you are to have Eddie in you life.

But it’s also moments like these that make you realise how fucking hard it’s going to be to say goodbye.

And Eddie feels exactly the same way.

Landing the two of you in detention wasn’t the plan. It just sorta happened and honestly, rather selfishly, he was glad that it did. God only knew how many afternoons he had left with his best friend, so he had to make every single one of them count.

This one was turning out to be quite perfect. Just you two, sitting in the back of his beat-up van, about to share a joint.

Eddie observes as you closes your eyes, inhaling the smoke. A warm feeling settles in his core. Honestly, he found himself experiencing this certain tingle more and more lately, although he couldn’t quite decipher whether it was because you were leaving soon and this was serendipity towards everything the two of you share, or whether there was a different underlying reason, one he was undoubtedly afraid to act on.

— Most likely the latter.

Simply put, you had waltzed into his life and flipped it completely. Eddie had spent years putting up emotional barriers, guarding and shielding his heart from further suffering, yet after the very first conversation he held with you, the walls started to crumble.

The metalhead adored your openness, honesty, and effortless ability to be unapologetically yourself. No bullshit. You brought out this sweetness in him, a side he didn’t even know he had. It was as if you took a metaphorical sledgehammer and banged against his emotional barriers until there was almost nothing left.

Almost.

“So,” Eddie begins as you take another puff, “tell me, what’s your favourite song on the record? ‘Cause I don’t think I’ve ever asked you.”

“On Pearl?”

He nods as you pass him the joint.

“Probably A Woman Left Lonely, the lyrics are just next level. I mean all of her songs have these hidden meanings and a level of emotional maturity I can only hope to reach one day, but A Woman Left Lonely in particular…”

“Well, the fevers of the night, they burn an unloved woman,” Eddie quotes melodically before taking a puff and your eyes widen in surprise. A reaction that causes a chuckle to escape his lips.

“What? Didn’t peg me for a Joplin fan? I am a musician, after all.” Eddie quips as you reach for the joint, which he gives up without question. “Or did you think I forgot Pearl is your favourite album?”

“No, I—” you hesitate and Eddie can tell you're not sure what to say. “What’s your favourite song then?” you asks instead and he smacks his lips together, pondering the question for a moment.

You pass back the joint and he takes it from between your fingers to light it again before inhaling, then exhaling a heap of smoke.

“Me and Bobby McGee,” Eddie answers eventually, “I know it’s not a Joplin original but her voice, damn, she does things with that song that literally make me feel weak.”

A smile circles your lips. “Sing some of it for me.”

The request catches Eddie off guard and you can sense his hesitation because you're quick to add a witty remark, “You are a musician, after all.”

The slight jab at his earlier point makes Eddie smirk. “Touché, princess. Touché.”

And you shrugs as if it’s nothing, but the mischievous glimmer in your eyes devices you. Eddie knows you know that he can’t refuse you. He knows you know there is nothing in this world he wouldn’t do for you. He knows you knows that when it comes to him, you hold all the power.

“Okay,” the metalhead clears his throat and reaches for an acoustic guitar hidden under a blanket. With the joint still between his fingers, he begins to strum the intro chords from memory: G - C/G G - C/G G.

Your gaze is fixated on his frame. He can feel your attentive eyes on him as you tap the palms of your hands against your knees in rhythm.

This isn’t the first time the two of you have done this. Thinking about it now, he actually tends to play the guitar for you a lot, although it’s usually more heavy metal than blues rock, and he hardly ever sings just for you, so he's wondering, why did you ask him to sing? And why was he suddenly feeling nervous?

“Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train. When I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans,” Eddie warbles melodically, now playing D7, “Bobby’s thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained. And rode us all the way into New Orleans.” C/G G

“I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana. I’s playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues,” he effortlessly switches to C and muster up enough courage to look up at you — which could have been a big mistake because the smile gracing your near perfect features nearly causes him to fumble up the next part of the lyrics.

“Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I’s holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine. We sang every song that driver knew.”

D7 C

“Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose. Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no-no.” Eddie continues, strumming G, and to his pleasant surprise, you join in for the next part of the chorus, harmonising without flaw.

“And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues. You know feelin' good was good enough for me. Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.” G A A

He holds the last chord for a second longer, not breaking eye contact. His heart is battering inside his rib cage and if he didn’t know any better, he would say it was about to explode.

After ultimately coming to a full stop, Eddie rests his arm on the neck of the instrument. Neither of you speaks for a moment. You're beaming at him and he can’t help but return the happy expression, before putting the bud of what was left of the joint between his lips.

“I guess you are a musician,” you quip and Eddie smirks.

“You doubted me?”

“Maybe.”

You're teasing. Eddie doesn't care though. All he really wants to know is if you liked his mini rendition of the song. Although, wanting to spare himself the humiliation just in case you didn’t, he doesn't dare ask for you opinion.

But it seems you can read his mind ‘cause as he manoeuvres to open the sliding door and discard the reminisce of the joint, you tells him exactly what’s on your mind.

“In all seriousness, that was like really really good, Eds. From now on, I’m definitely going to ask you to sing for me more often. Perhaps A Woman Left Lonely next? Or not just Janis,” you ramble excitedly, once again unknowingly causing his worries to dissipate.

Proceeding to sit beside you, Eddie once again reaches for the guitar. You let your head fall on his shoulder as his fingers strum random chords.

“You know that Irish band U2? I think your voice would really suit Sunday Bloody Sunday. Or, actually, any of their songs really.”

And as you continue listing different artists, an unfamiliar feeling settles in Eddie's core.

Well, shit.

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more-than-a-princess · 3 months

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Now that I've had some time to decompress after work, I wanted to properly say, in my own words, Happy Yuri Day!

June 25, the day of the lily, celebrates fics, art, recommendations, and more, all focused on f/f ships and the people who love them. And while it can feel like a Silly Fandom Holiday, I think it's an important one. In my opinion, I feel like the romantic relationships (and sometimes, even friendships) between women can be overlooked in fandom in order to center male characters (I'm paraphrasing @quickdeaths a bit here, but she phrased it so well) and their relationships with others, to the point that romance stories are valued only when there is a male character in them.

And frankly, that is unfortunate. Because women's stories should be told: heroic women, women behaving badly, women making mistakes, women succeeding, and yes, women who love one another, with stories that center around their experiences.

So, what I want to say this Yuri Day is the following:

Sonia is Not Straight. Sonia herself has trouble defining what that is for a myriad of reasons, but she is not heterosexual. I may only have a single sapphic ship on this blog at present (though I'd be interested in writing more!), but I am obsessed with it: there is yearning, there is devotion, there is awkwardness, there is angst, but at the end of the day, there are two women who love each other, despite being part of a world that can be unkind to them at times. They have strength, and support, and a desire to be a part of a better future together. And that's compelling stuff!

Don't be afraid to check out media featuring sapphic relationships, whether that's fiction, film, television, comics, anime, etc. All love stories are valid, and they give you new perspectives of the world that you might not otherwise have known (if you want recommendations, I'm happy to collaborate on a list!). And if you write female characters who identify as sapphic on your blogs, please do not hesitate to share their love stories with other women. There's still, as Bryn put it, a lot of hostility to sapphic stories in the fandom sphere (including one of my favorite series, sadly!): we can take steps to change that.

And on my final note, just to finish with something more RP related: I love writing ships over here, particularly ships with chemistry that unfolds over plenty of threads. If you're ever curious about writing a romantic ship with Sonia, please ask over DMs or Discord, if you have my handle. If the chemistry is there, I'm happy to create something with you! It just won't happen immediately in threads: my current ship partners can attest.

#more-than-a-princess musings #more-than-a-princess PSA #(I wanted to post something of my own for Yuri Day today)

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hoshigray · 6 months

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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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Ghost: Part Two. Na’vi Miles Quaritch X Na’vi Fem/Reader.

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

DO NOT repost my work, don’t copy and paste it anywhere else.

Warnings: Some violence. Language. Kidnapping. Mentions of mass murder. Mentions of murder. manhandling.

PSA: I decided to combine this part and what would have been the third part, individually they would have been to short for my liking.

~•~

The room around her was a plain white made up of metal and plastic. The neon lights way too bright for her liking. She had become accustomed to the natural lighting of the forest, these bright lights were beginning to hurt her eyes. Quaritch had been in to see her a few times. She wasn’t sure how long she had been there, it could have been a day or it could have been a few hours. She hadn’t seen Spider, or heard him either and this troubled her. She wanted to ensure his safety, at least all the kids got out alive, she did what Neytiri asked of her. She kept the children safe, and at this point the only thing preventing her from fighting her way out of here or killing Quaritch on sight is that she didn’t know if Spider was safe. She had curled herself in the corner of the room in an attempt to have better control over her surroundings, she didn’t want to hide under a table that left her wide open to be pulled out. The wall wasn’t exactly the ideal spot, but it was better than the dammed table. Her knees were brought close to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She was lost, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do, but she wasn’t going to wait to be rescued. She had been humming softly to herself for a little while now, but that small comfort was ripped away from her as the doors to the room opened wide. and Quaritch’s large form stepped through the frame.

“Hello there sweetheart” she looked at him, but gave no response. She wouldn’t look away, she wouldn’t give him that advantage but she wouldn't acknowledge him either. That was until he stepped closer, she jumped into a defensive stance, legs spread wide to balance her body low to the ground. She bared her teeth in a threatening snarl.

“Do not touch me, monster”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” he stopped in his tracks and leaned one hand against the table. “I haven’t done anything ta ya”

“You stole everything from me, my sister, and now you have kidnapped me”

“I have taken ya. Yes, but I didn’t kill anyone.” The Na’vi women was confused, she stood slightly, despite both being full grown she only reached his shoulders in height.

“You happily admitted it earlier.” She stated, and she was right. Yet what she didn’t know was that from the moment the recom had become aware of his death he felt strange. Even more so when he saw it happen on a screen. Even though he had the full memories of Colonel Miles Quaritch, he knew deep inside he was not that man. It was confusing, this Na’vi body that he was in felt different than before, or at least from what he remembered, but the instant connection the body had felt to the forest had struck him, and forced him to question everything. He knew he couldn’t let his internal questioning interfere with his mission, but he had questions. The main one being, could he create a new life for himself outside of the shadow of the memories of the man he carried inside of his brain. Where that would lead him he didn’t know, but he had a sinking feeling only the kid and the sassy scientist in front of him could help him figure it out. “I am not the man ya knew” he continued.

“If you were different, you wouldn’t have held children at gunpoint.”

“Maybe, but I am not who ya think I am.”

“You are no different than the day you died.”

“Not true” he smirked “I am much more attractive” The women sneered at him and turned her head away in disgust. “Aw don’t act like that Princess, I have an offer for you, since you’ve been so corporative.” (Y/N) responded with an unenthusiastic chuckle “Oh I am being serious, you have been easier ta handle than the kid”

“Spider?” Her whole body langage changed, her ears pulled back and her eyes narrowed. “What have you done with him?”

“Wow” Quaritch crossed his arms. “the two of ya mean a lot ta each other, huh?”

“He’s known me his whole life, he’s family”

“I can see that, in that case ya wouldn’t skip out on a chance to stay with him right?” her ears perked forward and her face showed genuine surprise “The kid is joining me on my mission and I think ya would be an asset” she pulled away from him slightly and quicky came into contact with the wall. He had began to step closer to her and she didn’t like it, he was holding something in his hands now. ‘What was he playing at?’ She thought, fear clouding her judgment as she seriously considered taking him on, and he could tell. He moved closer, leaning down becoming eye level with her. “It’s a yes or a no, sweetheart. Not hard.” She took a minuet to consider, it didn’t take much convincing. Stay with Spider and sabotage their every move.

“Yes” she tried to keep her voice monotone so that he wouldn’t sense her intent to betray him, but he already had a contingency plan. He stepped forward quickly using his forearm against her sternum to press her against the wall, his other hand was used to connect something to her upper right forearm. It was tight, almost painful. It clicked and beeped once. She barely had time to react but when she did she snapped and hissed, pushing against his chest and lunging for his face. He quickly subdued her, pushing her against the table face first.

“Listen here, I knew ya wouldn’t let me do that willingly. I did what I had ta do”

“So you tagged me with an unknown device without my permission. Guess it shouldn’t surprise me that a jackass like you doesn’t know how to ask for consent!” The implication struck the marine like a tonne of bricks. He had to take a minute to ensure his response was the right one. He pushed her away from him crossing his arms.

“Trust me sweetheart, I know how to ask for consent. See normally it’s not even a question, women beg for me-” she cut him off with a snarl of disgust.

“No sane women would touch you a six foot pole”

“I might not get much actin in this body, Princess, but I have the memories of a man who lived for decades, Papa dragon had moves” (Y/N) recoiled at his words.

“Narcissism isn't a good look on you.” He had no interest in her, but he was enjoying the rise he was getting out of her. She was easy to wind up and if he pulled this shit with any of the other recoms he would get a shiner like no tomorrow, so he was taking the opportunity to pick on someone, not his size. He leaned in close once again. (Y/N)’s left hand gently stroking the outline of the tag. His face got close to hers but she couldn’t move out of the way he had caged her in with his arms.

“Princess, anything or anyone looks good on me” he smirked at her, enjoying the anger that rose in her features the rage that he brought out in her. He made it worse by not being able to control his tail fully, it swished around his legs and lightly stroked the side of her thigh. He expected her to move away, scream at him but what he wasn’t expecting was her right hand to ball into a fist and punched him square in the nose. He staggered back, grabbing his face. he snarled in response. (Y/N) had jumped over the table and pressed herself against the wall, breathing heavily, her own tail thrashing widely against her legs, fear evident in her eyes. “Ya lil-”

“Get that close to me again, without my consent and I will rip out your eye balls” he nursed his nose, but begrudgingly nodded. She had really injured him, he would have to get it checked before they had to leave.

Later he had found her again, in the corner of the room picking at the tag.

“If ya take it off without my help it will set off an alarm and I will shoot you on sight. Understand?” She had nodded, trying to hide her smile at the white strips covering the bridge of his nose. She had broken it, even if only slightly she had proven herself as dangerous, and that held impact. He threw a respirator mask at her. (Y/N) caught it with ease and hung it around her neck. He motioned for her to stand up. He lead her out of the labs down winding corridors, it was a good thing she hadn’t tried to escape when she had. She would have had no idea where to go and she would have ended up dead no doubt.

Outside a ship was being prepared. She saw spider quickly, his human form sticking out against the Na’vi and his appearance causing him to stick out like a sore thumb against the other humans. She had to fight the urge to run to him and take him as far away from these people as she could, she knew she couldn’t.

“(Y/N)!” The relief evident in his voice, she smiled at the young boy in return.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy” she jessed. A sharp shove to her right shoulder startled her, causing her to stumble ever so slightly and hiss up at him. He shot her a glare.

“Quiet” Quaritch seethed through gritted teeth. “Now get on the ship” he kept pushing her at different point causing her to hiss and snap in retaliation. When they finally got settled on the ship Zdog looked at the Colonel with surprise.

“Boss what happened to your face?” he was refrencing the large bruise that had started to form and the dried blood that littered his lips.

“Short stack get a little feisty on you?” (Y/N) spun in the direction of a female voice, the nickname shocking her. She saw spider mouthing the words himself, also in shock. All the recoms all sniggering. Quaritch didn’t need to say a word. He knew anything he said would be taken out of context, that was the life. Marines would take the absolute piss out of each other at any given opportunity. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to hide what he was truly feeling, which was admiration. (Y/N) was no marine, she wasn’t military she had no training other than what the Na’vi had given her. Yet when faced with a man, bigger, taller and more trained than her, she stood her own and broke his fucking nose. For that, he had the smallest amount of respect.

~*~

Miles Quaritch had made a change, he wanted to think, eat, speak and do as the Na’vi do. His objective hadn't changed, Jake sully needed to pay for what he had done, at least that was the Marines thoughts. (Y/N)’s was that she needed to protect the people that she loved the most, she needed to keep them away from the mountain where her people were kept hidden and safe.

However that changed when it became clear that they had left, they had left her, with them, and it hurt. The only reason Jake would leave would be to protect his family. It was hard to believe that he wouldn’t try and come back for her, she had to hold out hope.

Quaritch wanted to ‘ride Na’vi’ that means he needed an ikran, or what the humans call a Banshee, and he was forcing (Y/N) to help. She was sat opposite Quaritch, legs crossed. He however, was standing, holding bundled up fabric.

“If that’s camo, I am not wearing it” she snorted.

“I have a deal for ya” (Y/N) folded her arms, turning her head in a skeptical manner, and hummed in response to encourage him to keep talking. “You tell me where I find a banshee to ride and I give you a bed”

“Why do you want an Ikran so bad?”

“I need to think and do as Sully does. I need to find him and I’ll only do that with a ride”

“Why do you think a bed would convince me to help?” His features scrunched in irritation.

“Well, if that won’t work then we will just make our way back to base and hand Spider over to the science nuts. They can crack his skull for some more for information.”

“More?” (Y/N) tensed, what was he talking about? She thought Spider seemed fine when she had seen him last.

“Yep, science nuts had him hooked up to a brain scan, almost melted his thick skull.”

“What!?” (Y/N) rose from her position, she had felt more rage in the last 24 hours than she had felt in years. The people had shown her peace and another way a life, a way of life that gave her joy. The man before her was going to cause her blood pressure to raise to dangerous levels. She knew the machine he was talking about, she just didn't think that they would use it on someone so young. Although they had committed a mass murder in order to retrieve rocks so, the bar was really below the floor when it came to their moral compasses.

Quaritch only nodded in reply, he gave no indication of emotion. None.

“And the both of ya will go right back to those science freaks” he paused “no offence, but make no mistake this time around I won’t let them stop. I’ll make sure the kid goes first too.” Unlike most of their interactions (Y/N) looked at him defeated. She looked at him with genuine disappointment.

“Most people who get a second chance at life, try to make amends.” That was all she said for a while. She just sat there staring at him, and him? Well he was just as frozen, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say, somehow her disappointment struck him, like an ice pick in his gut. All he could think about suddenly was fixing this, his thoughts were interrupted by a third person entering the room.

“How’s it going boss, short stack gonna help us?” the Colonel stood up crossing his arms, looking down at (Y/N). She bowed her head, her shoulders fell limp, he actually heard the thump of her tail hitting the floor. She was beat.

“Yes, I’ll help you get your own Ikrans” she wanted to sob, scream. She thought nothing they could do could force her to help them, yet here they are. They had her backed against a wall. They might as well be using her as a blood hound.

~*~

(Y/N) and Spider climbed the vines connecting the floating mountains, laughing at how slow the recoms were. Spider was in a better mood, he was playful enough to lightly pull on (Y/N)’s tail. Neither of them saw the mournful look that Quaritch threw in their direction, the man himself didn’t know what he was feeling.

“We could get there in half the time if we were on our own” (Y/N) Spoke quickly in Na’vi in hopes that the recoms wouldn’t pick up on conversation. Spider laughed heartily.

“skxawng’s” their conversation continued until they reached the waterfall where the Ikran resided.

“They told me that they hurt you? Is that true?” Spider looked away

“I am fi-” they were cut off by Quaritch’s voice pulled them out of their temporary peace.

“Whats are ya yammering about?”

“Ngenga sa’nok!/get away from me!” (Y/N) jumped out at the sound of the mans voice, “Skxawng!” she hissed at him. Quaritch raised his eyebrow and looked down his (still broken) nose at the angry women before him.

“If ya keep calling me moron, I will start calling you short stuff” her mouth fell open in shock.

“I am 8 foot 8 you jackass!”

He leaned down slightly, he wasn’t close enough to be face to face but it was enough to prove his point, placing his hands on his hips he spoke.

“Then quit insulting me will ya?” (Y/N) Rolled her eyes. “And quit that attitude!” he snapped walking past her, leading in the direction of the Ikran.

“What are you going to do about it?” she crossed her arms following behind her. He threw an odd look over his shoulder, she didn’t fully understand it. It wasn’t anger or rage. No one at looked at her that way and it threw her off. Something was shifting in him, maybe he was right. Maybe he wasn’t the same man. ‘And the catalyst for it all was Spider’, she thought. She was wrong. Quaritch could feel himself connecting with Pandora, for some unknown reason he felt pressure to get his own Ikran. He felt this pull to the very ground beneath his feet, and his only true connection to it was her, and he hated it.

Quaritch aimed a sedation gun at a random ikran, causing Spider to laugh and (Y/N) to kiss her teeth at him.

“What?” he looked at them with sincere irritation. His patience was wearing thin.

“Na’vi kids younger than me do this with their bare hands!” Spider laughed at his would be father.

“Sully did this the hard way?”

“What do you think?” Spider laughed more, the Colonel nodded at (Y/N) clearly asking the same question instead, she responded with something quite different.

“Oh, I have my own Ikran. If wasn’t for your death threats I would have flown up here myself.” his face contorted in, confusion? No, an increase of irritation, he was bomb ticking away, each comment gnawing away at his will.

“Ya sayin’ we didn’t have to bust our asses climbin’ up here?” she laughed heartily.

“Skxawng! You think i could have fit eight people on the back of one Ikran?” she leaned forward towards the group of flying animals. “Gaining an Ikran, is a sacred ceremony. Climbing the mountains is apart of that, you said you wanted to do things the Na’vi way.” The Colonel had no response other than to grunt and jump right in front of an Ikran. He quickly found his chosen, his Ikran, but he made one crucial mistake, he didn’t tie the mouth shut. She held back the urge to insult him again instead she just watched, tense and anxious.

The moment he fell off the cliff face, (Y/N) felt nothing. Not nothing, there was something, a loss of opportunity maybe? Opportunity for growth? Or the opportunity to kill him herself. She wasn’t sure, but when Spider ran to the edge, concern filling his normally content features, she knew. She had to keep this idiot alive, at least a little while. She followed Spider to the edge and vocalised calling her own ikran. Loyey arrived quickly, screeching in distrust at the strangers around her Na’vi. (Y/N) jumped on and made the bond, tsaheylu. She quickly lifted into the air looking below. Without warning Quaritch rose from below, startling Loyey in the process.

“Ya worried about me short stack?”

“In your dreams, Skxawng” she rolled her eyes again “someone needs to teach you lot how to fly anyway.” She looked over to see a beaming man, he was smiling, actually smiling. No, he was glowing with pride, and that’s when she saw it, the change he had been talking about. She could see it as easily as she saw his stripes. He was a different man, and that should have changed nothing, yet it changed everything.

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Lumberjack!Henry Sneak Peek for: Baby bun and the babies

Coming soon!!!

“P-please daddy, we want to g-go, don’t we lovebugs?” Y/n cooed sitting on the floor of their living, her baby girl Iris nursing soundly on her breast, the soft suckling sounds and baby gurgles filling the room. Henry sitting behind her, his fingers playing with the loose straps of her vest, peeking over at the sight of his baby princess so close to her momma, his baby boy Beau sat on his boppy across from them; clearly milk drunk from his feeding.

Y/n had spent the past few days begging and begging her husband for a trip to Disneyworld, wanting nothing more than to take hundreds of pictures of her tiny tots in their costumes, buying them all sorts of souvenirs and of course the family costumes.

Henry would be lying if he said his attention was fully on her words right now, all he could think of was how huge her breasts had grown these past few months from breastfeeding. God almighty it took him an arm and a leg to keep from squeezing them like a stress ball, even being caught by Y/n herself.

“Sugar butt, they won’t even remember goin’ there, Beau over there doesn’t even remember who I am half the time” Henry chuckled looking to meet his wife’s eyes as she huffed and scooted out of his hold, shuffling over to her baby boy who was near enough asleep after being burped. “F-fine then, you don’t care about us” She whimpered giving him those big doe eyes of hers, even turning around her baby Iris, who she had now given a pacifier to. Her cute little mouth bopping up and down as she suckled on the Disney themed dummy, her big eyes she got from her momma staring right at her daddy. Henry swore his heart clenched right when he saw his baby princess looking at him, her tiny fists outstretched for him as her legs curled upwards

“Y’all n’ your damn eyes, fine”

PSA: Name reveal!! I can’t wait to post this fic for you guys soon!! Henry and Baby bun’s first real family holiday, but what happens when Henry’s family turn up for the first time in. Ever.

#lumberjack!henry cavill #fae henry thoughts #faesthoughts

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blushblushbear · 3 months

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Hey! can i ask for some headcanons for logan and nimh? especially my boi logan he deserves more love uwu

EYYYYY BIRTHDAY BOY NIMH!!

Nimh

Has a garden

Idk if he had a garden before becoming a rabbit but he has one now

I know I've said this before but it's been a while-- it says in his profile he's a personal assistant and I think it's to the head of a children's book publishing company

He is a big fan of any and all teas but chamomile is his favorite

his house is very cozy

like--- blankets and soft things and little places to get warm and snuggle in every room kind of cozy

bakes occasionally and is actually pretty good at it!

when he's stressed, he puts on his favorite hoodie, wraps himself in his favorite blanket, sits in his favorite chair, listens to mediation noises and relaxes

doesn't need glasses now, but def will as he gets older

him and his mom have puzzle days where he comes over and they talk over tea and complete a puzzle together!

has thought about getting a pet bunny, but he's not sure if that's weird

also he's not sure what to name it

is actually really okay with fire works surprisingly

his birthday is the 4th of July, he's used to it and honestly thinks they're really pretty!

Logan

You are his phone background

his lock screen is a group photo of all his rescue animals

every one at the fire house knows who you are and could clock you at a distance even if they've never met you in person yet (they know too much, seen too many photos)

(NOT LIKE THAT get your mind out of the gutter)

He's actually a real hopeless romantic and he's so glad he found you

don't tell yourself yet, but he fully intends on marrying you, shhh it's a secret

responds to emergencies fast

responds to your texts faster

one time you brought the fire house doughnuts on a late night shift and everybody swooned

loves to princess carry you whenever it's appropriate (and even sometimes when it's not)

isn't the kinkiest dude of the roster but he's a lot kinkier than you'd think

checks your locks and smoke detectors every time he's over

his actual living nightmare is something bad happening to you

He's legit had nightmares of you trapped in a burning building and he's unable to save you

since it's the fourth let's talk FIREWORKS!!

he hates them lol

people get very stupid with them and it's made worse cause they usually do so while drinking

posts so many safety psas on social media

also doesn't like fireworks cause it shares his babies (animals)

#blush blush #blush blush game #bb game #sad panda studios #bear talks #bear text #logan #nimh #blush blush logan #logan blush blush #logan bb #bb logan #nimh blush blush #nimh bb #blush blush nimh #bb nimh

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sweettomyhoney · 11 months

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𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝙾𝚞𝚝-𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜

Request:open

𝚙𝚘𝚟: 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Psa: I’m too lazy to proff read.

Also plus size and blk/poc friendly.

You and Luke have been dating for three years. During this time you have gone through ups and downs, but this has to be the worst it has been. Luke was burnt out with his first year in the NHL. From traveling to different time zones, figuring out paperwork, money, finances, as well as continuing the Hughes Legacy was a lot. Especially the time that he spent away from you started to affect your relationship .

Luke was not the happiest he has been.This was a completely new experience for him. Yes! He had the support of his brothers but still mental health can affect anyone. And it was definitely affecting the relationship that you had with Luke. Usually he was the sweetest person. He was always thinking about you and keeping you in mind ,but things started to slack recently. He barely made time for you anymore. Yes, he was busy and you try to be understanding, but the effort was not there.

The time that you did spend together was not as fulfilling as you thought it would be, you would do the same things every time he was in town. The same thing happened every time you saw him. You would pick him up from the airport ,have a good lunch or dinner at the same restaurant ,and stay in the house most of the time. Then he was on his way to back to New Jersey. And little by little you slowly started to see your boyfriend fall apart.

You were the one making the effort to make things special. You are the one planning dates. You were now the one going to end of there for him. It started to feel like you were the only one in the relationship. And it all was because Luke did not have the energy. It started to feel like he had more important things to do than have you as a girlfriend. You tried your best to be understanding, but that doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt .

As he laid in bed and decided to swirl around your head, you got a call from Luke.

” Hey Baby” you answered tiredly.

“ Hey princess, How are you doing this morning?” he asked with a smile.”

“ I’m doing OK worried about us.” You replied sadly.

“ I know things have been hard between us and I want you to know that I greatly appreciate that everything you do for me. I’ve been really stressed , you know that. But I wanted to make sure that you know that I love you the same and I’m grateful for you” Luke said sweetly

“ I know Luke but things have been really hard. I miss you every day” you said getting upset

“ I know baby I know it’s been hard but I called you because I have a surprise for you” he said, comforting you

“ I want you to go out to the living room. I want you to check the counter then I want you to check your front door.” Luke said with the grin.

You got up from your bed with Luke on the phone. You Went out to the living room to only be met by nothing.

“ Is this some type of joke?” you ask Luke confused

“ oh no, sorry check the mail slot” he said with a giggle” he replied, with a giggle

“ what is up your sleeve Luke” You replied

You then, walked the halls of you and Luke shared home in Michigan. You went to the front door to be met by envelopes, stuffed in your mail slot. You dug through till you found the one that was addressed to you, from Luke.

“I found the one that’s from you” you said curiously

“OK! now I want you to not open it yet. I want you to open the door.” Luke said happily.

You continue to open the front door and you were met by three bouquets of your favorite flowers.

“ Luke are these for me?” you said into the phone shocked

“ no they’re for other love of my life” Luke said jokingly

“ of course they’re for you. I’m taking it that you like them.” Luke said, with a smile.

“ baby this is so sweet of you.” You said getting choked up

“ I know I have been slacking when it comes to us and that’s not fair to you so I wanted to make it up to you. But you have one more surprise for me. I want you to open up the envelope.” Luke said passionately.

You opened up the envelope to find a round-trip ticket for a month to stay in New Jersey.

“ Luke what is this? “ you asked a little confused

“ This is a round-trip ticket for you to stay with me and New Jersey for a month. Also don’t worry about work. I Already called your boss. And one of my buddies gonna watch the house. You are going to be staying with me for a month. I miss you too much and I care too much not be with you for long periods of time. so, you’re staying with me for a month” Luke said sweetly

“ baby I’m gonna cry. This is so sweet of you. This means so much.” you sit on the brink of tears.

“I only want the best for my princess. Now, I want you to start packing because you leave in two days.” Luke said, jokingly.

“ OK baby I’m gonna get it together right now. Thank you so much. I love you.” you said through the phone.

“ I love you baby I’ll talk to you later I got to get to practice” Luke explained

“ OK baby I’ll see you soon” you replied all giddy

“ See you soon baby cakes “ Luke finally said before hanging up the phone.

You then were on the next flight out to New Jersey to spend as much time as you could with a love of your life.

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cluz1babe · 3 months

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“Open My Eyes…” Chapter Five

Spicy Brain PSA :

I write by creating about 200+ notes for one story, then I have to put them together like a puzzle.

Chapter 5 ended up being twice the length I had planned, so now my fic will be 7 chapters instead of 6.

PLOT

You were a Belaerys, with the Blood of Old Valyria in your veins, future Queen of Sothoryos. Up until eight years before the Dance of Dragons, everyone thought the Belaerys family was gone after the Doom. You were well-respected by everyone except most of the greens. Despite that, you were officially given a seat on the new High Council. The Hand, Otto Hightower, was trying to bring more countries to their aid, but his excuse was to bring peace between countries. Planning to wed you to Daeron, the Small Council of the Greens are shocked when Aemond refuses to offer you Daeron in order to take you for himself.

TAKES PLACE BETWEEN 129-133+ AC (a mix of show & book timeline & canon, plus my own)

6,855 Words

Beta Read and co-written by my husband. Representations of reader are the lightest and darkest skin colours available.

Very limited use of ‘Y/N’.

From what I can remember about how to pronounce Nahuatl, you pronounce ‘X’ as ‘SH’, and pronounce every letter except ‘H’.

Comments are very appreciated!

TRIGGER WARNINGS (full story) : Talk of Abortion, Emotionally Abusive Relationships (Aegon / Criston / Otto x Everyone), Alcohol, Blood, Blowjob, Branding, Bullying, Childbirth, Mentions of Rape (no rape of reader) , Death, Drugs, Fire, Hallucinations, Incest, Marriage, Misogyny, Pregnancy, Profanity, Sexism, Slut Shaming, Smut, Violence, War, P in V, Sex, Fingering, No Cheating, MDNI, 18+ , ENM (Ethical Non-Monogamy), Slight Breeding Kink, Dub-Con (in the Aegon Bonus Chapter) if you squint

SERIES MASTERLIST

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A fortnight after your name day celebration, Otto requested your presence in the tower. The meeting was going well until Otto mentioned Lord Morrec and your previous engagement to him.

You kept your calm and didn’t step out of line with your tone, while speaking with Alicent and Otto. “I am no idiot. You and the Queen invited Lord Morrec Reyne to the feast. Though I don’t know why.“

“He was more than a lord to you.”

You looked directly at Alicent.

“From what we’re told.”

“Then you must have been told that he is no longer in my life and never will be again.”

“We had to be sure.”

“And Anya Tarbeck? The young woman Aemond wanted to marry? And you sent her away because of it. For some reason, you felt the need to invite her back.“

“Aemond needs to be aware of his options, just as you’ve had years to sample yours.”

You and the Queen practically had a staring contest. The fact that she was openly criticizing your past enraged you, given what you knew about Alicent and Criston, but a maester came in and whispered something to both the Hand and Alicent. “If you will excuse me, Princess, I need to care for my husband.”

Once she left the room, Otto continued. “Queen Alicent apologizes for her behavior.”

“Do not act as though you had no hand in it, Ser Otto.”

He was about to say something, but thought better of it. You could spot a deceiver when you saw one. He nodded instead. “We both apologize for what we did. This family is very important to the both of us and we do things to keep it safe. I’m sure you can understand.”

“I do.” You lied.

“The King would like to extend an invitation to you…” Otto paused, considering his words carefully, “to be on the High Council based in Westeros. We are hoping to bring people from various regions into the fold and extend trading to reach farther/further than ever before.”

“Which people are you asking to be on this council?”

“Well…” He directed you to a map on a nearby table, and placed a marker on each place as he read it off. “We are inviting Qarth, Ibben, Saath, YI TI, Leng, Braavos and the rest of the Free Cities, N'ghai—“

“N'ghai? I hope you don’t like the messenger you sent there.”

“We sent someone who has been there before. We are inviting you and hopefully more respresentatives from your country. And we are inviting Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen.”

That invitation was a shock to you. You were more than a little suspicious. “You want me to sit on a council with countries that practice slavery?”

“Perhaps, you could do things to improve those conditions. With you on a High Council, you would have power. Especially by being a Queen some day.”

“They would also hold power over me.” You took a closer look at the map while Otto continued trying to convince you.

“Help me create guidelines to ensure everyone can be satisfied, and you can be the head of that council.”

You looked at him. Though you were suspicious, you tried not to let it show. “I don’t need any more power. I can’t handle a council and a throne in a country four times the size of Westeros at the same time.”

“You & Aemond both have eyes for power. Why not join him on the High Council?”

This caught your attention. “He has accepted a position?”

“He will. He is always eager to help his family wherever he can.”

“Thank you, Ser Otto. I will think about your offer. On one condition.”

“Yes?”

You placed markers as you spoke the locations. “You will also invite those who are invaded by slavers. The Summer Isles, Naath, and the Basilisk Isles. And I want Asshai to be given the same opportunity. If there is to be a High Council, and I am on it, everyone has to represented. That means, wherever you plan to have the physical space, it cannot be covered in only representations of Westeros or only the symbols of the Faith of the Seven. If you make people feel unwelcome, they won’t want to be on your council.”

You walked past Otto to the door and as the guard opened it, Otto got your attention again. “At least join us for our first meeting to discuss rules for the council. In the meantime, please consider the King’s offer.”

You nodded to him and went to find Aemond. On the way, you turned to Jaera and you spoke to her in Sothoryi Sign Language (something that was never taught to anyone except Sothoryi people, often spoken with slang, to confuse anyone who might try to learn), *“Get the Watchers. I don’t trust him.”*

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Aemond snuck into your bedchamber that night. He found you undressed but reading under the covers. “Princess.”

“Aemond.” You smiled and put the book down.

“I had an interesting conversation with Tyland Lannister.”

You groaned at Aemond. “What did he say?”

“That you are a whore.” You huffed then chuckled as he continued. “That you’re here to take this country and not to make allies…”

“And?”

“That we’ve sinned against the gods.”

“Not my gods.”

“As Westerosi standards go, you are thought of as a…” He paused to give you time. “A witch. Tyland said people are telling stories that you bathe in blood and seduce men by bewitching them into loving you.”

“Would were that possible… I could run the world.”

“He also said that you’ve spoken to Ser Criston, my grandsire, and Larys Strong in private.”

“They’re not wrong.”

Aemond undressed as he questioned you. “Why?”

“I had to confront each of them privately and I may have insinuated that I know things about them.”

Aemond sat next to you. “What things?”

You considered telling him, especially about Cole and Alicent, but decided against it, “It’s not important.”

“You’re taking this better than I expected.”

“Do you think I don’t hear their whispers in the halls? I’m not fragile. I’m a princess from another country. I can’t get upset every time it happens. It makes my people look bad.”

“Still, you’re not used to it yet.”

You thought for a moment. “I do have other news.”

Aemond sat down next to you.

“The Hand has asked me to join a High Council, based in Westeros.”

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You were arguing with your brother, Baelor. He had been at your feast, but he was busy almost the whole time, (politics, naturally), and decided to stay longer to visit with you. He wanted you to take the position on the High Council, but not marry Aemond. However, you informed him that you didn’t trust Otto’s intentions. Especially after what he did by bringing Morrec and Anya to the feast.

He practically growled. "Why do you always have to make everything so difficult? You will never understand all that we have sacrificed for you."

You glared at him. “If you think I don’t understand sacrifice you are s—“

“If you knew sacrifice—“

“I had a chance to give up the Jaguar seat twice in order to be with someone I loved. And though it was for the best both times, and I left both of those people behind, I still feel the loss. I still feel the enemies made. Don’t make me do it again!” After a long silence, during which Baelor considered those sacrifices as worthy of the term, you finally spoke again. “It will bring Westeros and Sothoryos together.”

Baelor scoffed. “If you think that, then you don’t deserve that crown.”

You weren’t just irate. The fact that your brother would question your capabilities, your past experiences, achievements of things you overcame, and say there weren’t enough sacrifices… You were crestfallen, to say the least. You willed the tears threatening your waterline not to fall. Then he spoke again, at almost a whisper. “But if anyone deserves to be happy for once, it’s you. Those of us who are of age are married and have children. You have dedicated your life to the crown and to Sothoryos, and the dragons. You should wed him.” You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You looked at him and he wrapped you in one of his big brother bear-hugs, lifting you off the floor.

“Thank you, Baelor. It means a lot to me that you think so.”

He let your feet hit the floor before he asked, “He understands? That you will need to marry two more times, at least.”

“Yes, he understands.”

Baelor nodded, “You should also take the seat on the High Council.”

“Baelor, I know I act like I can handle anything, but I can’t handle everything.”

“I know you have your priorities. I’m only suggesting you take the seat and appoint someone you trust to sit in your place.”

“Are you thinking about yourself?” You teased.

“No. I have five children and four of them are twins. I am your Master of War. I’m not skilled enough in politics for such a seat. I’ve hated every minute of being here. But I know you will find someone who can do the job justice.”

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It didn’t take your spies long. They worked backwards and Jaera knew all of the secret passages by then. Your Watchers told you there were plans to put Aegon on the throne, should Viserys die.

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You went to Aemond’s chambers late that evening to tell him about what Otto was planning.

“Your family doesn’t like me or my people. They were only going to offer me a marriage to gain dragons and take our resources. You tell me it isn’t true.”

Aemond went silent. He couldn’t lie to you, but he didn’t want to admit to his family’s treachery, either. Part of him still felt that deep need inside to keep his family safe, even when they treated your relationship like a game. At the same time, he couldn’t lie to you. “I will find out the truth of everything.” He stepped towards you and gently took your hand. “I will put a stop to the gossip.”

“All anyone does in King’s Landing is gossip. Do you have any idea what they call me in private conversations? That savage, bastard, whore, cunt of a Princess who has come to take away their prized Prince.”

“They don’t even like me.”

“They love you, Aemond. Compared to Aegon, you’re the most important resource for your family. They *don’t* like a foreign Princess. But that’s not what bothers me, Aemond. If no one takes me seriously as a leader, I won’t be successful in my alliances and we need those alliances to prevent war in Sothoryos. When your father dies, they will try to make me bend the knee... I’ll refuse... They will put an end to us.” There was a long pause while you thought. “Or worse.”

Aemond got into bed next to you. “I won’t let that happen to you. They would never—“

“You know what your brother is. They plan to kill Rhaenyra.” Aemond was a little shocked that they would immediately jump to killing her, especially with the love Alicent had for her still.

“If he is the King of Westeros and I am here on my King’s behalf, do you think he would spare my life or show Sothoryos what happens to someone who doesn’t bend the knee?”

He pulled you in for a hug. “We will still find a way out. I promise you.”

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You woke from a nightmare.

You told Aemond that you accidentally killed someone when Molcajete lost her temper.You knew the juvenile dragon was scared because a different rider on a different dragon had been picking on the juvenile and his rider. When you tried to interrupt the fight, the bully’s dragon tried to attack Molca, which ended in her knocking the more experienced rider off onto a rocky beach below, as he had also forgotten to chain himself into his saddle. The dragon was injured and lost half of its tail for the mishap, but the boy was dead. Aemond told you that it wasn’t your fault and he held you for the rest of the night.

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A fortnight before the Driftmark petition, there came a day that Aemond couldn’t stand to be more than three feet away from you. After a meeting to decide the laws for the High Council, he couldn’t wait any longer. He was so in love with you and he desperately lusted after you. You had voiced your annoyance with Larys and Otto during that meeting, when they kept interrupting you when you talked. You finally lost your temper after that third time, “Drīvose, ȳdran!” (‘Actually, I am speaking!’) Everyone’s attention turned to you and stared at your outburst. If looks could kill, Otto & Larys would both be dead. You could see right through them, they were either trying to make you want to leave, or they were trying to shut you up and you were not going to allow such behavior. You stood up. “I never asked to be a member of this council, but I was *asked* to be a member of this council.” You looked around at everyone else and even Aemond wasn’t spared that look, but he looked back at you with pride and lifted his goblet to ‘toast’ you, then he took a sip. You continued, “So you will all give me the respect that I deserve, or I am going to find a high council who will.” No one spoke back, so you relaxed and sat back down.

After the following argument with the Larys - where you certainly held your own - Aemond couldn’t resist anymore. He cornered you on your way to your bedchamber. He pushed you against the stone wall and his lips attacked yours. “Let me put a babe in you.”

“Aemond…”, you felt your cheeks heat up and breathed heavily as his fingers interlaced with yours.

He kissed your neck. “I want you to have my children.”

You smiled slyly, “And I want to have your children, but we can’t until we’re married. As royalty, I cannot have children with someone unless I’m married to them.”

“What about you? You’re a Princess. Some day a Queen. You were born outside of marriage.”

“They weren’t supposed to have me, but they did. I can’t mirror my parents’ bad behavior. I have to show some restraint. Because of my birth before my parents married, I may have ranked lower than my brothers and sisters, but the King forbade anyone treating me as such. He married my mother as soon as he could and legitimized me through the will of the people. Since then, I’ve done everything in my power to prove that I was not a mistake. Saving the dragons will be my legacy, not the throne or the crown or the title.” You leaned into him, kissing him.

He whispered against your lips, “Marry me right now.”

You giggled as he nuzzled your forehead. “Aemond, we can’t be married without a ceremony.”

“You know the ceremony.” Aemond stood back and looked at you. “We’ll create our own.” He pulled your hand to his mouth and kissed your soft skin. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Aemond, it’s not like I’m making you wait for my body. We’ll be married in 8 moons.”

He held your face to look into your eyes, “Soon enough, the rest of the world will be involved in our lives. I want something that’s just ours.”

“Aemond…” You gently nudged him off of you. “I have something that I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

You swallowed thickly, “Niika pilli.” (’I am already with child.’)

At first, Aemond smiled, then he was confused. “I thought we were careful.”

“There’s no such thing as careful, especially when it’s difficult to get the ingredients I need for my concoctions while I live in Westeros.” Just then, someone was coming down the hall towards your dark corner, so Aemond stepped away. When the person was well past you two, you spoke in a hurried whisper, “I was going to take moon tea in order to prevent gossip and to keep our engagement in tact—”

“Fuck the court gossip and the court.” He held your hands and looked into your eyes. “Xitlatekipano in pilli.” (‘Keep the child.’) Then he dragged you to his room. He wanted to be alone with you. When Aemond got you behind closed doors, he held you close. “I will marry you and we can go to Sothoryos to start our life together. You can send another member of your court to take your place.” He kissed you. “I want to be your king, and you, my queen. To support you and give you whatever advice and information I have to give.”

Your faced dropped at his statement, “Aemond…” You walked to a chair and sat down.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, threatening to spill over. “I know you’re ambitious and I want you to have everything you always wanted. But I don’t want you to harbour any resentment towards me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t want you to settle for less than everything you ever dreamed of—“

“Settle?” He placed his hands on top of yours, then he looked into your eyes. “I’m not settling.”

“Aemond, there are things you need to know before you decide to do this.”

“What is it, My Love?”

“Where I come from, you know women and men are equal now, but it was built on a matriarchal system. It’s nowhere near perfect.” You held his hands. “If you come with me, you have to be comfortable with that. I will be the Queen, and no matter what that means to you…” You looked into his eye. “You will be my King. I hope that’s enough.”

Aemond tenderly held your face in his hands. “I only ever wanted what is best for my family. At one time, I did think that I deserved to be king.” The back of his hand eased the tension in your face. “Since we met, you have taught me a great many things. I don’t need to rule, if I have you.” His other hand rested low on your belly. “You two are my family now. Whether they want us to be together or not.”

“Aemond—“

“This is what I want. You… Our baby…”

“Prūmī lanti sēteksi.” (‘Forged in fourteen fires.’)

“Issa, īlvon rūs.“ (‘Yes, our baby.’) He rested his forehead on yours. He was so devoted to you, that he would leave his life and family behind for you and your child. “She should grow up where her mother did.”

“She?” You smiled at him. “Along with her father?”

He kissed you. “If I don’t go with you, I’ll go mad here. I was on the verge before you landed on these shores. Nothing will keep me from you or our daughter.” He kissed your cheek then whispered in your ear, “Along with all of the other children I want to have with you.”

You looked at his face and saw nothing but the truth and lust. He would leave for you. Fight for you. Die for you. Looking at your belly his palm touched you again, “I will do right by you and your mother. You two are my world.”

You stroked his head, “And Vhagar.”

He grinned, “And Vhagar.” When he looked up at you, his eye was dark. Something about the thought of you and your belly full with child, especially his, had turned him on. His hands wandered up your thighs to your hips and grabbed your ass. “Mitsnotechmoneki.” (‘I need you.’) “I’m told it’s quite safe for at least half of the pregnancy, though Aegon said most of the whores continue up until they give birth without any problems.”

“Now is safe, but we need to consult the maester soon. To be sure. If you truly want to do this.”

Aemond nodded, but he was up to no good. “And I want to taste you again. The way you taught me.” You nodded so he gently pulled your legs until you were on the edge of the chair and you spread your knees for him. He buried his face in your cunt, licking and sucking his way through your seam.

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Aemond took one of the brands from the fire, “Princess Y/N Xochital Belaerys, my flesh, my heart, my soul, my riding partner, now and forever.” You noticed then that the bright orange brand was a B, for your last name. He flipped it around so you could take the handle. “Prūmī lanti sēteksi.” (‘Forged in fourteen fires.’)

You were hesitant to hurt him.

“If you take too long, we’ll have to heat it up again.”

You took the branding handle, “Where do you want it?”

“I’ve given it a fair bit of thought.” He pulled his undershirt away and bared his right shoulder to you.

You turned it so that the B would be easily readable to anyone who could see the scar, and you branded him. He clenched his teeth, but didn’t make a sound. After five seconds, you pulled the brand away and inspected the mark you left behind. Aemond took that brand from you and placed it next to the fireplace, then he pulled out the other one. It was a T for his last name. You had both agreed that this would be part of your ceremony.

You smiled at him, “Prince Aemond Yollohtli Targaryen,” He returned your smile at the Sothoryi name he chose for himself. It meant ‘path of the heart’. You continued, “My flesh, my heart, my soul, my riding partner, now and forever. Prūmī lanti sēteksi.” (‘Forged in fourteen fires.’) You put your foot on a nearby stool, pointing to a spot on your thigh. “Here.”

He quickly branded you with the T, pulling away after five seconds, same as you gave to him, then he tossed it back into to fire. “Avy jorrāelan.” (‘I love you.’)

“Avy jorrāelan.” (‘I love you.’)

You pulled him close and kissed him. His tongue mingled with yours and his kisses trailed down your abdomen to your hip and stopped at your brand, then he kissed around it.

He took you back to your bed for a…careful evening. Careful and considerate and gentle. With the gentle weather, you can easily imagine you’re already in Sothoryos with Aemond.

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As you were engaged to Aemond, you were brought in for the petition for the succession of Driftmark. You came in wearing a blue dress with metal sewn onto the fabric, and stood next to Helaena. Aemond’s eye was glued to you right up until his grandfather, Otto, addressed the court. “Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters. The Crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.”

Vaemond stepped forward. “My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.”

Rhaenya interrupted, “As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition.”

“You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra.” Alicent reminded her. “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.”

Vaemond was annoyed by Rhaenyra’s interruption. “What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.” He turned back around. “My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor. The Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides.”

“Thank you, Ser Vaemond. Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.

“If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very— “The doors opened and everyone turned their attention to them.

“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.”

Everyone watched in shock as Viserys slowly made his way to the throne. Once he sat down, he addressed the court. “I must admit my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”

“Indeed, Your Grace.” Rhaenys stepped forward. “It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.”

“Well... The matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.”

Vaemond was incredulous. “You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.”

“Allow it? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

Vaemond pointed at Lucerys. “That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine.”

“Go to your chambers.” Rhaenyra addressed her sons and then Vaemond. “You have said enough.”

“Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you are no more than the second son of Driftmark.”

“You may run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this...”

“Say it.” Daemon dared him.

“Her children... Are bastards! And she...is...a whοre.”

Viserys feebly stood. “I will have your tongue for that.”

You watched as Daemon stepped behind Vaemond and neatly slice the top of his head off. The blood didn’t bother you. Everyone knew there would be punishment after Vaemond’s outburst, but to have it be carried out in such a manner was irregular.

“He can keep his tongue.”

“Disarm him!” Otto ordered the guards.

“No need.”

Daemon stepped back and that’s when Viserys collapsed back into the throne. Alicent ran to him. “Call the maesters! Please, my love. You must take something for the pain.”

“I will not cloud my mind. I must put things right.”

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You were sitting in your seat, drinking wine and speaking with Helaena. You were wearing the second dress you had made, “more fitting for a Princess while in Westeros”, as Alicent put it. You knew that you were showing too much skin, according to her, and you agreed to have some dresses made. One, you had worn to the petition. This one was light blue and cream with blue flowers, in a light, flowy silk from Dorne. Aemond practically drooled, even though you were more covered than usual. However, he was soon busy arguing with his brother over how much Aegon was drinking. “You drink more than a Braavosi sealord.”

“I drink the right amount.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood when the guards entered, carrying Viserys. Once the guards sat him down, Viserys he spoke to you all. “How good it is to see you all tonight together.” He seemed to be struggling through his pain more than earlier.

Alicent stopped everything. “Prayer before we begin?”

“Yes.”

“May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest.”

There was a scoff from Daemon at Alicent’s words, then King Viserys spoke again. “This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace & Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela & Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. My son, Aemond, will wed Princess Y/N of House Belaerys. A match I am very proud of. May bringing our two families together further reinforce our houses and our countries.”

You bowed your head to Viserys.

“A toast to the young Princes and their betrothed.”

“Hear, hear!” Daemon cheered.

Aegon leaned over to Jace. “Well done, Jace. You’ll finally get to lie with a woman.”

Baela stared daggers at Aegon.

“Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys, the future Lord of the Tides.”

“Hear, hear.” Baela cheered.

“You’ll be great.” Rhaena told Lucerys.

“You do know how the act is done, I assume?” Aegon was pressing his luck. “At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that.”

Baela looked over. “Let it be, cousin.”

Jace spoke to Aegon. “You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed.”

“Mm-hm.” Aegon nodded and sat back for a moment.

Viserys stood. “It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see most of these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world yet grown so distant from each other in the years past.” You knew you weren’t exactly family yet and felt maybe you shouldn’t be there, due to the tension around the room. Viserys removed his mask. “My own face is no longer a handsome one if indeed it ever was. But tonight I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king, but your father. Your brother. Your husband. And your grandsire. Who may not, it seems walk for much longer among you.” The mask crashed to the table. “Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly.”

His speech didn’t make you feel any less uncomfortable, because it was obvious much more was going on beneath the surface, now that you were with all of them together.

Viserys sat back down and Rhaenyra stood. “I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude and my apology.“

Alicent was obviously affected by Rhaenyra’s words. “Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow.” Alicent then stood to give another toast. “I raise my cup to you and to your house. You will make a fine Queen.”

Everyone drank and there was a moment of peace before Aegon cleared his throat and stood next to Baela. “I, um… I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask.”

Jace heavily slammed his hands on the table, causing Aemond to stand. You took his hand while he and Jace had a staring contest before Jace regained control of his temper. “To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your families’ good health, dear uncles.”

“To you as well.” Aegon reluctantly replied.

The warmth of your hand calmed Aemond enough to make him sit back down.

You heard Helaena mutter, “Beware the beast beneath the boards.” Then she stood with her glass high. “I would like to toast to Baela, Rhaena, and Y/N. They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you… Except sometimes when he’s drunk.” There was snickering around the room and she sat back in her seat.

Viserys then tried to lighten the mood. “Let us have some music.”

Music started playing. “Excuse me.” Jace went to Helaena and asked her to dance. You smiled as you watched them. She looked like she was having fun. Then Aemond looked at you. The way he did when you first met. The way he did when you flew or danced together. Carefree, if only for a moment. You had a silent conversation, you imagined him saying something sweet — something he would only ever say to you, in private.

Viserys watched everyone around the room for a while. It seemed as though things might be okay. Then he doubled over in pain and Alicent had the guards came in and retrieve Viserys to take him to bed. Everyone stood while he left. It wasn’t a long after that when everything went downhill.

While you watched Helaena enjoy herself, you stayed by Aemond’s side. You attempted to enjoy supper, but you kept getting distracted by Aemond staring at his cousin. Lucerys kept smiling, looking at you and Aemond, and he was whispering (possibly about you) to Rhaena, occasionally laughing. You saw the wheels spinning in Aemond’s head. You could tell he was getting annoyed and probably trying his hardest to decipher their whispers. Whether it be because he thought Lucerys was disrespecting you or him, didn’t matter at this point. You knew it was only a matter of time before he lost it. And you didn’t entirely blame him. After one more giggle from Lucerys, Aemond hit the table and lifted his glass. You felt your anxiety of the situation overflow. The entire day had been tense and this was the last thing anyone needed. “Final tributes. To my betrothed,” He looked at you in reverence, “I have never known anyone so dedicated to dragons, art, and the histories as I. So dedicated that she would fly across the world in search of suitable mates for the dragons she already has. You are so amazing, my love.”

There was more laughter coming from Luke, and you could see Aemond physically holding himself back from pouncing on him. You wanted to withdraw into yourself. You could feel Aemond’s tension radiating from him. It was there, that look of indignation on Aemond’s face. The fact that he should have to sit at supper with the boy who took his eye, who seemed to be mocking his beloved. He was going to do something stupid. “And finally, to the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise… hmm…” Aemond slightly smirked after a long pause, “Strong.”

“Aemond—” Alicent tried to stop him, but it was no use.

“Come… Let us drain our cups to these three… Strong boys.”

Now it was your turn to be angry. Jace was too. “I dare you to say that again.”

“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?”

Jace punched Aemond to which Aemond chuckled & pushed Jace down.

Alicent ran to Aemond. “That is enough!”

You would have been worried, but you were angry at Aemond for pointing out that the boys were bastards, when he knew that you were also born a bastard. You clenched your jaw and your fists. Jace was right to punch him, in your opinion. You quickly left as the fight began, having completely lost your apetite.

“Why would you say such a thing before these people?” Alicent asked Aemond.

“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother.

Mmm, though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.”

Jace got up from the stone floor, ready for the fight to continue, but Daemon got in between Aemond and Jace. “Wait, wait!”

Rhaenyra quickly led her boys away. “Go to your quarters. All of you go, now.”

Daemon sighed loudly. He and Aemond took long stares at each other to find out who would make the first move. In the end, Daemon convinced Aemond that a fight with him might be his last. As Aemond walked out of the room, he looked for your face, but he didn’t find your pretty eyes.

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Aemond stood outside your door. He regretted his outburst the second he realized that he had upset you by talking to Jacaerys and Lucaerys so disrespectfully. He lifted his fist and firmly knocked four times.

You had been sitting at your window, crying. You missed home where your actions weren’t so carefully watched or judged. And it hurt the worst when it felt like Aemond was judging you. You wiped your eyes and composed yourself. “Come.”

He opened the door and closed it behind him.

You looked to the door and saw him. “What do you want?”

“You’ve been crying. I—”

“Limaon daor.” (‘I am not crying.’) “Leave.” You weren’t in the mood for him to be near you.

“Dārilaros, valar limassis.” (‘All men must cry, Princess.’)

You replied to him angrily, “Maybe I wouldn’t if you didn’t say things that hurt me.”

Aemond hung his head in shame. “Princess… I’m so sorry. I forgot.”

You stared daggers at him. “You never forget anything, Aemond. You read a book through once and never need to read it again. It’s kind of insulting that you think I wouldn’t notice.”

He apologized again. “I’m so sorry, my love. I’m trying to be a better man. I promise, I am. My worst impulses sometimes get the better of me. I never intended to hurt you. That’s the last thing I want to do.”

“You can’t continue to live with this hate & revenge in your heart and expect to be the man you want to be.”

“You know what I went through.”

“As a child.”

“How they would have fun at my expense every chance they got, disregarded my knowledge time and time again. Treated me like a—“

“Bastard. You know as well as I that your biggest tormenter is your brother.”

That made Aemond think. He had never thought of it like that. Here, the love of his life was telling him that you can be legitimate and still treated as a bastard by people.

“I know men like him. They always have to make the other person feel insignificant so they can feel better about themselves.”

“You are right about Aegon. He was my first and worst tormentor, to be sure.”

“Then why do you hate the Velaryons so much?”

“Lucerys took my eye.”

“Because you did something you shouldn’t have done. You know it and I know it.” You were right about that, too. Aemond would never admit it to anyone else, but he did steal Vhagar. But you had never said that to him and it hurt him deeply. You saw the hurt on his face and took his hand. “I’m sorry, my love… For everything that ever happened to you, but you have to let it go. Children fight. Sometimes those fights can end in death. Sometimes they end in the loss of an eye or limb. Usually it’s just hurt feelings.” You looked in his eye. “You’re better than this Aemond. That’s something else that we both know.”

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