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VENOMIZED?! t. fushiguro
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❤︎ sum. your ex-fiancé needs a favor from you — just one more, he swears! apparently, he’s got some weird “parasite” that for some reason is very attracted to your sweet, sweet scent..
wc. 9.2k
warnings. fem! reader, venom! toji, modern au, pre-established relationship, pining, some spoilers + movie references, reader's a doctor (allegedly), unprotected, venom's dialogue is in bold, venom's tendrils, long tongues, brief bj's, manhandling, getting pounded silly in venom’s suit, choking, size kinks, L bombs, cunnīlingus, twice the stamina, marathons, fīngering, riding toji ‘till he cries, venom's kinda unserious, dīck slipping, cęrvix mentions, spitting on it, bręeding, squīrting, tummy bulges.
an. i’m ovulating and rewatched all three venom movies hear me OUT-
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“pussy.”
“venom, man- please.”
“what.”
furrowing your brows, you stared at toji, the man who you were originally supposed to marry just six months ago. in the flesh, he stands tall behind the door of your office with a sheepish expression. he looks tired, ruffled hair buried underneath a sideways baseball cap while wearing some dingy sweats. “are you talking to yourself?”
“eheh- well,” toji gruffs, darting lime eyes toward your teal scrubs. he’s missed you. to think if he hadn’t been stupid enough to snoop through your life foundation files to expose confidential information regarding their private business practices. his silly little mistake ended up getting you both fired, but fate loved playing in your face because you almost forgot that you were still toji’s doctor at your other job. clearing his scratchy throat, toji sighs. “i’m dyin’ here, doc. need a checkup.”
“she smells good.”
“yeah, she does smell good.”
“what?” you eyed toji, wondering just who the hell he was even talking to.
toji looks at you, scratching behind his neck. “ah- sorry,” and you notice how he’s a lot veinier than usual. toji did a quick scan around the spacious, empty doctor’s office before he slightly tilted his head down. “long story short, sugar, i got a … parasite.”
“PARASITE!?”
“parasite?” you repeated with a deadpan, grabbing your clipboard near your desk.
oh for the love of . .
you thought you’d never see toji again. letting off a sigh of your own, you pat the cerulean-blue hospital bed. “sit.”
hoarsely scoffing, toji makes his way toward the bed before flopping on it with a loud ‘oof.’ scratching his head, he turns toward you as he sees you writing something down—probably information regarding his chart. “so… how ya been?”
“toji, let’s just make sure you’re alright.”
“fine, fine,” he grumbles, getting smacked face first with the thick tension swarming the air that could be cut with a knife.
there was obvious tension between the two of you, and toji was still head over heels in love with you. in fact—he’s never stopped, and he regrets every day choosing his career over his relationship.
if he could start over, hell - he would.
the two of you had plans and everything after getting married. settle down, maybe move out of san francisco, maybe even live near the countryside. you both even had a brief small talk about children too, but seeing you again just reminded him of how much he screwed up.
“what’s . . the problem, exactly? you said you have a what- parasite?”
your sweet tone snaps him out of his thoughts and his droopy, grassy eyes flick down to meet your gaze. “oh- uh, yeah. you’re the only person i thought of comin’ to. last doctor, i went to called me crazy and uh … called a swat team…. ha.”
“ooookay…” you curl a brow inward, hoping the last part was just another one of his unfunny jokes. “and does this ‘parasite’ make you talk to yourself or is that just toji being toji?”
“she’s sassy.”
toji rolls his eyes, disregarding venom’s instigating comments in his head before shrugging. “sometimes. he’s annoying.”
“he?”
“my uh- parasite. he hates being called ‘it.’ goes by venom ‘n everything,” toji explains, his hands still buried deep into the pockets of his cottony sweats. as you glance up to get a good look at him, he’s sweating bullets—all from the sides of his forehead too. “oh, ‘m fine. ‘s just a bit hot in here.”
“the a/c’s on.”
“oh..” toji murmurs, slouching a bit on the bed. to say he’s feeling hot is an understatement. it’s like the more he stared at you, the more he started to feel the unsteady beats of his heart pick up.
ba-dump after ba-dump after ba-dump! and he could even start to hear each pulse through his ears, traveling through his veins.
toji clenches his tense jaw as he tries to listen to you. you’re rambling a bunch of medical terminology about checking his vitals and blood pressure and he’s replying with uninterested head nods.
oh fuck.
venom’s getting excited.
it’s probably been about five months since the little ‘incident’ occurred where he ended up getting venom.
long story short—toji was snooping around the headquarters of the life foundation where he found actual test subjects. not animals, not insects but people. live, living, and breathing people, and before he could even think of pulling out his phone to record the things he saw - bam!
one of the test subjects—a girl, sneaks up from behind and attacks toji.
little did he know that a ‘parasite’ that was once inside her ended up slipping inside of him. the parasite is known as ‘venom.’ to sum it all up toji was a perfect match, the perfect host.
“toji, are you even listening to me?”
“yeah, toji. our wife’s talking to us.”
“shut up.” he grumbles, shaking his head.
“excuse me?”
“not you- ah, fuck,” toji takes off his ball cap, running a hand through his greasy darkened strands.
he’s been so kept in his thoughts that he didn’t feel you checking his vitals and blood pressure which was oddly higher than a usual human.
toji sits on the sheet-covered bed, the blood pressure cuff still wrapped ‘round his beefy bicep before he sighs deeply again. “i don’t.. wanna waste yer time. i doubt you’ll find what’s wrong, er- medically. it’s … hah- hard to explain.”
as you switched the sphygmomanometer off, you concluded with toji’s chart for now before thinking for a moment. “well, if it’s internal and is causing you to behave strangely, maybe an MRI will help-”
“NO.”
toji grows sheepish again. “heh- no, no.. MRI.”
“and why not?”
“sound… uh- sound hurts him. him and me.”
dropping your shoulders with impatience, you tap your foot with a grumble. “look, toji, i’m really trying here but i’m not sure how else i can help you. i don’t even know what this ‘parasite’ thing even is.”
“it’s.. better if i show ya.”
right at his words, your brows raised. show you?
at that moment—question marks were popping up all through your brain, and you were the epitome of confusion. toji sighed, sitting up straight before glancing down at you. “don’t get scared, alright? i won’t hurt’cha, promise.”
“um, okay..” you murmur, crossing your arms as your wrist bristles against your doctor identification badge. the anticipation’s nearly killing you, and you remain quiet as you try to study toji’s next move.
“alright-” toji inhales deeply, and right before your very eyes - he’s changing forms.
he’s still wearing sweats, but within seconds, his body’s starting to get covered with black. it looks like some sort of dark villain suit. he’s waaaay bigger now, and his face’s just halfway covered. as you raise your head, you’re met with the face. the slit, blinking eyes. there’s large, curving eyes that longly curl further up near the back of his head and the teeth-
half of toji’s mouth was now replaced with probably dozens of sharp, honed teeth and an obnoxiously long tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth.
what ….
the ….
fuck.
“pretty little girl.”
the voice sounded far different than toji’s. it’s more pitchy and low, it's screaming with smoky bass and it nearly makes you shudder. toji - or whoever that was, did a quick walk around you and you’re silently gulping.
it’s venom now, and the more he’s in your presence, the more he’s getting a louder smell of your signature sweet scent.
so this is the girl toji’s been whining about non-stop. interesting.
“i- um.. take it you’re the parasite?”
you heard an annoyed growl leave from his mouth before he replies, cocking its head.
“watch it, now. it’s venom, sweet thing.”
“venom, poison, toxin- whatever.” you rolled your eyes, your slight fear subsiding. toji told venom how you were sassy but you, you were intriguing. you didn’t seem the least bit scared and he liked that.
as you took in his massive appearance though, he was just so big, towering over toji entirely even with his head tilted down. venom’s very burly, and you could just see him drooling from his lips from your peripherals. in a tiny frail voice, you murmured. “where’s toji? is he-”
“still here, unfortunately. he’s my shitty host-”
right on cue, they swap back and toji’s back in his body. he rubs behind his neck, looking down at your cute appalled expression. “heh- see?”
“toji, what the hell did i just see.”
“i don’t know- but look, he’s a part of me now and he’s hell-bent on makin’ my life a livin’ hell for as long as i’m alive,” toji let off an exhale. “i didn’t . . just come here for a checkup though.”
your eyes meet his and toji’s demeanor turns more serious now - he’s starting to sweat again, and raven bangs that slit down his forehead nearly shield his eyes. “i- i missed you, sugar. seriously.”
“toji-”
“no, listen,” he grumbles, slowly closing the awkward distance between the two of you. the room grew dead quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were from the outside of the hospital.
endless chatter and machines along with occasional beeps from the staticky hospital’s intercom. intently, you stare deep into his eyes and his hand softly goes on your cheek. toji’s patiently waiting - waiting for the moment for you to push his hand away, but you don’t.
instead, your body’s first response was to lean into his touch and you could see his eyes slowly widening as he continued to caress your cheek. he didn’t expect that.
“god, i- i’m so… horny-”
…..
“nice one. no wonder why you struggle to get laid.”
you blink thrice, staring at toji and oh- he’s starting to sweat even more. his eye seems to be twitching from venom’s insult and you’re wondering what’s going on through his brain - or who.
he’s not sitting on the bed anymore, he’s standing now, and again, toji towers over you completely.
if you squinted just enough, you’d see the dark bags indenting underneath his eyes. “you look .. really pretty today.”
“i’m wearing scrubs, toji.”
“idiot.”
toji grumbles, trying to disregard venom’s snarky side comments. “i know- i know, i just-” he pauses, his eyes trailing up and down your body. “wait- i think i know how you can help with my parasite.”
“how?”
“heh- do you uh- mind if we go back to your place? ‘m kinda starved-”
♡ ♡ ♡
“o- oh my.. god!” you’d squeal, yet another pretty primal ripping its way out of your throat. one minute, you’re having a heart-to-heart with your ex-fiancé and the next, his tongue’s swirlin’ left and right in between the cracks and crevices of your open thighs. you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t miss his tongue.
but fuck it.
you’re whimpering, swollen-glossed lips trembling as you’re hunched over your damn sofa. you’re bent over the arm of the couch as toji’s positioned behind you, using one hand to roughly grip the right cheek of your ass.
like always - he’s just nasty, sliding his tongue in and out of your syrupy cunt, savoring the candy-sweet taste. toji’s all in there—puckering his plump glossy lips as your hips refused to stay still on his tongue.
“hngh- sweeter than ever for me, pretty hah- mama,” toji groans, feeling you writhe again at the shuddering response your body gives him.
leisurely, his scarred lips tickle their way against the outer part of your pussy and you’re already fighting back fat tears. tears of straight pleasure, and he could hear those sweet ‘lil sobs getting caught in the back of your throat every time.
“fuck- dreamt ‘bout tastin’ you again for so long,” and as you’re continuing to fill the room with your repeated, wailing whimpers, toji brings a sticky, wet kiss to your labia that’s just constantly twitching. “mhm, i missed you too, wet girl.”
“ngh- toji,” a soft, gasping moan snatches away from your lungs as your thighs gradually grow shaky. you’re unstable—struggling desperately to cling onto the armrest of the sofa. toji’s tongue was just brutal - its pace was simply relentless, barely giving you any time to get out a single breath.
“fuck- fuuuuck,” and your chest dips inward, hearing that familiar slosh sound sob from between your legs. your tummy nearly does flips, cartwheels, and somersaults, feeling that thick, big stretch of one of toji’s fingers trying to insert its way inside you.
immediately, you’re clamping around him, presenting his stocky fat middle finger with your dripping, slick warmth. you heard a cooing, husky ‘ooooh’ rumble away from toji’s throat as he stared in awe.
“your fingers are sooo- fuck-” you’re cut off by his tongue that’s wetly slurping against your pussy. it’s so loud too, a carnal sound you’d probably never get used to.
toji’s a sloppy man - proud ‘n entirely unashamed, especially when it came to you.
his long, ravened lashes were closed the entire time whilst he was trying to barrel thick fingers inside of your drooling core. you’re just so wet, dampening his fingers within each overwhelming inch that sinks inside your pussy. “baby-” he breathily rasps, hearing the hurried huffs depart from your throat once he starts scissoring his digits inside of you. his fingertips were even bigger, and your toes were just pathetically curling up.
“toji, i want a taste too.”
toji grumbles, nearly forgetting about venom’s presence. already - you had a good portion of his chin dripping with your essence. as toji’s starting to create a decent, sloppy thrusting pace of his fingers, he spits on your clit.
“don’t be greedy. besides my tongue’s longer.”
“fine.” toji rolls his eyes, glancing at the glittery glob of spit that’s straightly cascading down the slit of your cunt.
venom did have a point though -
he could stretch it out to be several feet long. toji’s fingers continued to loudly thrust in and out of your sobbing, wet cunt before he nibbles against your nub. “mmch- sugar, can i try somethin’ with my tongue?”
“o.. okaay-” your voice cutely cracks, and you’re already starting to feel the irregular beats of your heart pick up at a much more frantic speed.
“hah- i’ll have ‘ta take my fingers out for it. might stretch you a bit,” and right as he says that you hear the drenched ‘pop’ sound splash away from between your trembly legs.
you’re damn near hysterical - temporarily pouting once you’re clenching around nothing but air once he pulls his fingers out.
down to his rounded, pointy knuckles — both fat fingers were glossed from top to bottom with streams of your gluey slick.
you heard a ‘whoosh’ from behind you, and your eyes slightly bulged once you felt a bit of drool splatter onto your back. you’re completely bare, and the only thing you currently had on was panties that toji lazily shoved to the side with his teeth earlier.
“bend.”
it’s venom’s voice this time, and the bass gruffly screaming in his tone had you already arching up. you whined, still feeling him shamelessly drooling on your bare backside.
you could hear him snarling quietly, hearing the slopping sound of his tongue rolling straight out of his hanging maw. curled, white eyes stare at your pretty pussy just on display, and venom’s tongue stretched out even farther.
“eyes… lungs… pancreas…” his venomous, deep voice bellows after each word that leaves his dropping, wet lips. the chiseled, sharp teeth that decorated the inside of venom’s mouth were just so shiny.
you felt yourself throbbing at every second he spent widely staring at your body, admiring your nude physique.
large, blinking eyes finally flicker down between your thighs and you moan once he hungrily licks his long tongue across his salivating lips. once he teasingly brings the tip of his tongue to lick between the wet crevice of your leg, you whimpered as he finished his sentence. “—pussy.”
“o- oh.. my goood-” you’d croak, eyes instantly rolling back once the slimy tip of his tongue slaps its way against your hole.
slooowly, it slithers its way down until it reaches your opening. it was so long, the tip already reaching near your navel within half a second. it’s just huuuge, longer than toji’s tongue by a mile. he’s just as ruthless too, dipping his way inside of your inviting cunt without muttering a single word.
you’re holding onto the edge of the couch for dear life, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as his tongue sloppily flops its way in and out of your throbbing pussy. venom’s a tease too, and every few seconds he’d purposely stretch the tip of his tongue even longer just to hear those pretty cries of yours pitch higher.
“uuugh.. s- so long, fuck-” you’d whine, gasping once you felt his flicking tongue occasionally slap against the sprawled arc of your thighs. unapologetically, venom creates a slimy, wet trail and he’s just straight-up licking you everywhere.
he’s not only licking your pussy, he’s gliding his tongue down your legs, around your legs, and of course -
he tends attention to his new favorite spot, your hole.
every time he’d lave the reddened, curly tip of his tongue at that particular spot - you’d let off the prettiest squeal. your eyes nearly popped out of their poor sockets as you’re left a stammering, babbling mess. messily, he swirls his extended tongue around your puckering hole before slithering it back down between the puffed folds of your pussy.
“ ‘m not.. hah- not gonna last, toji-”
venom scoffs, but he could feel toji trying to take over. as you remained awkwardly hunched over the fluffy armrest of your sofa, you just couldn’t get over how long venom’s tongue was.
just thinking about how many feet it was had you fluttering, and not just the kind of fluttering that occurs inside your stomach.
it’s wet, dripping everywhere down your legs as it continues to glissade up, down, ‘n around. you were impatiently spasming on his tongue the entire time as you were still arched over, chasing each incoming breath until your release decided to present itself.
venom’s tongue was widely thick too, and it just couldn’t help but roll its way against the bare left cheek of your ass. you’re practically gasping for air at this point, on the verge of collapsing from the length of his tongue before he delves it in wholly.
“fuck- fuuuuck-” you’d squeak, drool moistly seeping from each corner of your lips.
steamy, hot breath tickles against your thigh as his tongue continued to drag its way through your sloppy cunt. every smacking slosh that you heard from between your yelping legs only grew louder, and you’re just gnawing on the bars of your fuckin’ enclosure.
you’re starting to cutely crawl forward, at least you’re trying to, but you gasp—feeling one of venom’s long black tendrils curl its way around your torso.
“stay, girl.”
you’re moaning, eyes bulging wider once the tip of his tongue occasionally reaches near your pulsating g-spot. he’s so sloppy with it too, purposely diving his tongue at that same spot to make you cross-eyed.
your sweet melodic ‘ooooh’ ‘s only pitched higher, and as his tongue continued to thrust in and out of your throbbing cunt, you felt his tendril delicately caressing down your skin. “ ‘m gonna cummm-” you’d whine out, feeling the pathetic surrendering quake of your legs.
his tongue was just sooo vast ‘n wide - thickly stretching inside of your cunt before flicking the tip of his flat tongue all against your drenched, wet thighs.
within a blink of an eye, you hear a ‘swoof’ sound and toji ends up switching back to his original form. your kaleidoscope-like vision had you seeing bleary white splotches of pleasure. as each lively vein and axon located in your body gets harshly interrupted with a euphoric wave of elation, your high’s finally making its longly awaited appearance.
venom’s tongue which is now toji’s tongue shrinks a bit, and the entire time—you feel it all inside of you. pulse after pulse after pulse . .
the scar that slit down the right side of his lip smeared against your pussy as he takes one big sluuuuurp.
toji groans, grabbing ahold of your rickety thighs before snickering lowly. “c’mon, pretty girl. give it t ‘me. hah- ‘m so thirsty,” he murmurs against your folds, his lips wetly gluing together with the help of your slick cascading down his stubbled chin.
you’re just shaking - your jaw dropped with your toes cutely curled together. toji softly slides another finger inside you and this time, it's his index finger.
your lips spread wide - parting into a cute, surprised ‘o’ once you feel a brief cold band of what feels like a ring. it’s his engagement ring, and after all this time he still wore it.
“f- fuck, tojiiiii-” you’d sob out, furrowed brows contorting as he’s trying to slide in each thick inch of his digit.
you’re drooling, and not just from your mouth.
“never .. hngh- stopped lovin’ you, sweetheart,” toji grumbles, a smoky groan ripping out of his throat once he feels his dick twitching in his sweats.
toji’s hard too, and you could even hear him let off a soft raspy whine once he started to roll his hips against the cushioned couch. “fuuuck- gonna make me cum too, ugh-”
the wet silver band of his engagement ring tickles against the inside of your core, and as he repeatedly pistons his thick digit in and out of your pussy, he kept flicking his tongue at the same time.
you’re shivering, feeling your hips dramatically stutter before the coil buried deep in your fluttering tummy finally snaps.
“fu- fuck!” you’d squall out a pretty near battle cry, purring off little shaky ‘ah’ ‘s once you hear his final, repeating slurps.
toji’s free hand already snuck underneath his sweats, and he was angrily pumping his veiny cock that hid underneath his boxers.
the white stripes of his underwear had ‘lethal protector’ decorated around the upper strip of his boxers in bold white and purple — (venom’s idea of course)
as toji’s kiss-stung lips practically glued against your pulsating clit, he drinks all of your slick juices. the top row of his teeth playfully snags against your nub as his long, dark lashes flutter shut.
but as you’re creaming on his tongue, toji grunts loudly.
his bare shaft that’s hugged around his palm ends up releasing too from the tip, and he grumbles, feeling the inside of his stomach frantically tighten.
toji ends up cumming merely nanoseconds after you, and white splotches end up spraying over his stomach and on the burgundy cushion below you both.
“hah- fuck,” toji growls through honed, gritted teeth. he’s drenched with sweat, and he’s letting off guttural moans against your sweet cunt as his animalistic hips humped against the sofa. “made a fuckin’ mess outta me, pretty girl. just like . . ya always do-”
as you’re still getting over your own teeth-shatter release, you end up sitting up. toji brings his slick-covered ring finger towards his scarred lips, giving it a teasing ‘lil suck before humming in content. “my wife’s always had the sweetest taste.”
“ex-fiancée.” you corrected him, still feeling your thighs quake.
“oh, boo. same thing, sweetheart,” toji pants, and he saw how your eyes immediately dropped further down.
it starts near his chest. toji’s chest was puffed out, and fuck was he buff. his arms were oh-so swole, and your gaze was entirely stuck to his body as he started to take off his sweater.
after that - came his tank top.
it’s dingy, a dirty color of white and you could even see a few curly black strands of chest hair poke near the center part.
as you were openly gawking - you didn’t even realize you were crawling closer and closer toward him..
this probably wasn’t a good idea.
you’d probably regret this tomorrow.
but, again - fuck it.
one more last time with your ex-fiance couldn’t hurt that bad, right . . ?
“heh- come closer,” toji sits manspread, sprawling his beefy vein-covered arms over the edge of your sofa. “i don’t bite but venom might.”
“shut up-” you mumbled, and toji inhaled a sharp breath at the familiar feeling of your touch.
as always - you’re just so gentle, tenderly tender with one of your palms wrapping over his sensitive erect length. it’s like he grew the last time you saw him, and from all the tannish-pink sides, it was overwhelmed with veins.
prodding, lightning-shaped veins.
toji’s rounded tip was a pretty color of pink with splotches of glittery white where a few remnants of cum remained.
grunting—toji’s eyes briefly flap shut and you could see the core muscles in his stomach tightly flexing. a single vein throbs down the left side of his shaft as he feels your tongue flick against his frenulum.
speaking of - his poor, rosy-colored cockhead’s just tearing with glossy globules of pre-cum. you swirl your tongue around, hearing each low growling ‘o- oh fuck,’ leave from toji’s scarred lips.
if it was anything he missed more than you, it was your mouth. you always knew how to wrap your lips around his cock. ardently, toji bites his lip before he sees you reaching between your legs.
humming, he raises a brow as your hot throat starts to finally lower itself against his weighty cock. “mngh- poor baby. need a hand?”
“ ‘m fine,” you grumbled through full lips, almost remembering just how big toji’s dick really was.
seconds later and your lips were feeling tender just from the subtle gaping stretching it created. you’re letting off a symphony of muffled moans left and right as you’re trying to get his mushroomy tip to hit the roof of your mouth. as toji ogles at your bobbling head, he playfully pinches your nose.
“fuck- thaaat’s it, breathe.” he released the grip from your nostrils, hearing a faint noise of a gag.
he was just so thick, and your fingers weren’t helping your impatient fervor at all. you weren’t just throbbing anymore from between your legs you were twitching too.
a lustrous strand of saliva dribbles from the corner of your lips as you moan again - pretty, bleary eyes glancing back up at toji before you huff. with a sloppy, wet ‘pop!’ noise, your drooling lips left his veiny cock.
“hm?” toji lets out a smoky exhale, a wide palm still softly placed on top of your head. he sees the needy little pout gradually spreading against your face before he smears his fat tip against your lips. “impatient, wifey?”
“toji-” you grumbled, not even caring anymore. your body knew all too well what it wanted. “just fuck me.”
you wanted him - maybe even needed him.
toji knew what you wanted too, and god- you just wanted to wipe the smirk right off his face.
it’s like he could read you like a book. after saying just his name though—you let off another gasp once he suddenly lifts you.
“hah- well then. upsie’ fuckin daisey, girl. i gotcha.”
strenuous, hefty arms carry you as he’s stomping down your hallway. emerald-green eyes occasionally leer at the few hung paintings and wall decorations that are displayed on your wall.
of course, toji knew where your bedroom was because that’s exactly where he was taking you.
never before had your jaw dropped wider.
once toji’s aligning his blushing, plump tip against your already sobbing pussy you knew it was game over. toji had you in one of his favorite positions - prone bone.
almost like before, your face was down with your pretty, wriggling ass raised. a long, rectangular mirror was propped up in front of you and toji was just silently drinking in every lewd expression that contorted against your face.
his sweats - his boxers, everything seemed to disappear and all he wore was that same black suit with a carved ‘spider’ looking symbol on his chest.
“mhm- look at how wet she is for me, fuck-” toji grumbles, carnally admiring how your clit was just fluttering with a jumble of aroused pulses.
“you mean us.”
“us, right.” toji rolls his eyes at venom’s remark, forgetting how you couldn’t hear him at all.
you were just drenched, and as he ran a swollen thumb down your slivering slit, he hummed.
if he squinted just enough, your pussy would’ve easily resembled a flower - so so pretty.
toji groans, and you hear a bit of a faint whoosh sound.
right before your eyes as you’re arched over, you watched how he was now wearing all black. like from before — it was the suit, the suit whenever he transformed into venom but toji was still there.
ruffled, black strands nearly blocked both of his eyes before he damply smacks his mushroomy tip against your weeping cunt.
“ngh- toji, don’t tease me-”
“patience, sweetheart-” he grumbles through gritted teeth, and your lips part into an even wider ‘o’ once he’s sliding the head of his cock back and forth against your puffed folds.
your thighs were eagerly trembling - direly waiting for him to just go inside.
toji’s cock was so ridiculously fat - each slap against your pussy with just his tip alone had you dizzy. the minuscule, sizzling buds in your mouth made the entirety of your tongue water as you were just babbling those same whimpers.
“dunno who’s louder.” he licks his lips, still tasting remnants of your cloyingly sweet juices on his tongue. as he’s still toying with you, you moaned once you heard that familiar welcoming squeeelch.
toji’s starting to ease his way inside - already creating a huge, gaping stretch with just his tip alone.
the sweet ‘o- oh shit’ that pours from your syrupy lips was mere music to his ears. tenderly, a hand wraps around your throat from behind, making you look at yourself through the mirror.
his shadow alone, you saw it - venom’s eerily presence, his silhouette shadowing behind toji, and he was even bigger. you gulped, feeling your tummy take a few resists and turns as he’s still trying to make his way inside.
“make her arch more.”
toji brings a hand toward your back, gently pressing down to make you sit upright. he’s just so big, and your brows were already compressing and curling all from his thick size.
he was barely even a few inches in and yet it felt like he was stuffing you to the brim. unsteady, wobbly arms remained pierced into the cushioned mattress as you could just feel toji’s cunning grin from behind you.
“fuck- so fuckin’ big, tojiii-”
“nice ‘n big just for you, wifey,” he purrs, and you’re whimpering once he rubs the frigid band of his wedding ring against your pussy again. the sloshes started to grow more wet after each barreling stretch, and you’re just gasping for air at this point. “c’mon big girl, let's make it fit like old times. gimme that pretty biiiig stretch- fuck.”
toji’s halfway in when he groans, feeling your heart-shaped insides instinctively clench around him. it’s almost cute, and he’s leaning against your ass to where his weight’s just hovering on top of you. the same hand that was holding onto your throat softens its grip, and he gives you a teasing kiss on the side of your mouth.
as your neck raised a little, you tried to wiggle your hips. fuck, you tried something, anything so he could just move.
toji lowly chortles at your cute agitation before gifting the right cheek of your ass with a rude spank.
“ohhh, what’s all this? want me to move, yeah?”
“pleaseplease-”
your words were a soft-spoken mumble, and toji’s just about all the way in now. after he’s bottomed out, his cock stiffens inside of you as you tried to writhe against his hips.
your dripping cunt was still as loud as ever, squelching with numerous pretty sloshing sounds. kissing near the back of your neck, toji whispers hoarsely, “heh- shame, y’er pussy’s speakin’ up for you, pretty mama. but i need ‘ta hear you,” and you moaned, eyes nearly rolling back at the sheer warmth of toji’s chiseled frame laid flat against your flesh. “please what?”
“f- fuuuck me, toji. please- just fuck me.”
within every swallowing inch—you felt toji’s thick, heavy cock trying to squeeze itself in. you’re whimpering, staring ahead with bleary, lust-like eyes as he’s taking you from behind.
he’s so obnoxiously big, but from the inside, he was even bigger.
his sharpened pelvis presents one thrust to you - just a single, vigorous thrust and you feel like you are gonna break.
fall over like you were just some fragile, porcelain doll on the verge of shattering into smithereens. all because of his damn hips. “ugh-” toji grumbles, a small hiss leaving his lips at the sticky contact your sharply slapping ass makes against his lower half.
“i wanna taste her more.”
“knock y’erself out, pal.” toji huffs at another one of venom’s whines, sucking his teeth at how your insides just clamped around him.
your half-open eyes were just wandering everywhere with white flickering through your sockets as your mouth remained agape. the crown of his cock reaches a deep, deep, deep area, and the thing that made you whine was feeling venom’s long tongue.
again.
it’s slick ‘n sticky, slithering out of his dropped jaw as the wet tip licks down the path of your arched spine. he feels you shiver, and toji groans as he’s still ruthlessly pounding you into the creeping mattress. your mind still couldn’t wrap around how abnormally loooong venom’s tongue was, it was so long that he could curl it around your waist if he wanted.
“good .. girl.”
you couldn’t hear him—but you felt his presence, his eerie presence behind you as toji’s heavy weight leans riiiight up against your ass.
your slick was dripping down his cock as he was sloppily sliding his way in and out, each papping sound of thighs causing your ears to ring like bells. fuzzed cotton stuffs your ears as you’re even starting to drool yourself, clawing at the sheets as toji’s fucking you senseless.
“hah- such a pretty girl, that’s it- fuck-” he groans, biting his tongue once he’s met with the sticky sensation of your cunt noisily slapping back against his sharpened pelvis.
hit after hit after hit - and you could just about taste every beat of your heart. his hips were mean, just slamming into you after each filth of a millisecond.
delicately - toji’s thumb caresses the middle part of your throat before he makes you meet his dirty gaze in the mirror. “look,” he huskily purrs, slowing his thrusts down purposely to match your delayed, drawn-out pants.
you shuddered underneath him—moaning once you felt the tip of venom’s tongue snake its way around your trembling thighs. though bleary, droopy eyes and a tongue fully lolled out of your spit-glittery lips, you glanced at yourself in the mirror.
the image of yourself being rammed from behind by toji in his jet-black ‘venom’ whatever you'd call it suit would now constantly be etched in your brain.
as toji’s behind you, his other hand brings your waist up for a better angle. you whined, feeling a bit of his chest hair softly tickle against your spine as he grinds against your ass. he’s thick inside, molding your clammy insides after every primal, eye-rolling thrust.
“there she is, heyy sweetheart,” and his voice drops. it’s a low, guttural low with the right amount of breath that makes you shamefully throb. leaning in, toji playfully licks the side of your cheek before whispering airily. “what happened to all that attitude earlier, hm?”
“ngh, fuck you-” you moaned, gasping once you felt venom’s tendril crawl its way between your legs. it’s so slimy, creating glossy trails of wetness against your already wet thighs before it wraps around one of your legs.
“no, fuck you.” toji grumbles, creating an invisible trail of kisses down your neck.
“make me c- cum then.” you tried to talk back but you’re instantly silenced by the feeling of toji’s heavy, fat cock dipping near your g-spot.
the ridges of his cock that’s got more of a lean curve were enough to have you collapse right there. he’s hitting you good from the inside, massaging through your clingy walls as the two of you both grunt in carnal unison. “oh! fuuuck- fuck, right there, hngh-”
toji brings a hand over your mouth—a palm that muffles your reoccurring whines ‘n whimpers before he hits that same spot again..
he treats your cute ‘lil g-spot like a target, his accuracy is precise every single time. your legs quavered as he felt you twitching - so so close that your orgasm was just like the edge of your strawberry-colored tongue.
“yeah, right - fuuuckin’, there?” and even toji’s voice was starting to tremble.
he’s just about there too - the more he’s whacking his achingly, swollen tip against your tender spot the more he’s feeling his base start to grow more and more full.
you’re whimpering, the syrupy taste of your saliva pouring past the cracks of your lips whilst gluing against his palm. venom’s ravened tendrils remained curled around your thighs too, a tight enough grip to where the hold wouldn't loosen so easily.
“there, toji- pleaaaase,” you’re damn near begging now, sweet pretty pleads of mercy sliding from your lips as the bed groans in the background. he’s deep, massaging your walls as your pussy relaxed squelch after sobbing squelch.
toji’s tip was a blushing, hot red - and each time he pistons his hips, he delves his way even further against your pretty g-spot.
stringently, it prods prods prods until it just can’t anymore and you’re left with your jaw goofily hung open, agape and all as you’re staring at the cross-eyed expression that’s mirrored right in front of you.
your reflection was practically mocking you it seemed, and once you came on his cock again, you let out the most harmonic squeal.
“mhn- there we go, sugar. sloooow, hah- nice ‘n slow, fuck-” his voice pitches hoarsely as he’s gripping both of your swerving hips. as your back’s still laid flat against the plump sheets of your mattress—toji flops right against you.
he’s just close - so so close that you felt the smooth, latex-like material of his suit grind against your skin.
his abs - so naturally sharped and carved, every single row of his chiseled pecs rubbed against your sweat-glossed back and you’re just whimpering out those same pretty babbles for more more more..
with a black quirked brow, toji grunts in your ear whilst venom’s tendrils mindlessly wrap around your waist.
tenderly, his scarred, callused lift your hips just a bit more to get a deeper angle - and fuck, that’s when toji’s just about at his inevitable peak too.
“hngh- cum . . cum insiiide-” you whined, sheeny pouty lips of yours curving into a disappointed frown once you hear and feel the wet, sloppy pop. heavy, ragged breaths collided down your spine as you felt toji’s rough chest lay flat against your back.
his shaft slipped out of you, and you couldn’t help the small ‘lil moan that pried its way from your raw chords. you’re clenching around nothing now, and you even tried to sneak a hand down between your legs.
with a soft whack - you pull your hand back, feeling the brief millisecond feeling of venom’s tendril giving your impatient hand a tiny spank.
“silly little woman.”
“our wife’s always been impatient,” toji snickers lowly, wrapping his palm around his veiny, thick cock. he takes two deep breaths before plap after plap, and he’s just smacking his mushroomy tip against your slobbering cunt.
again.
“toji, tojiiiii-” you’d moan at the occasional tender stings from each playful hit. his tip’s so perfectly round ‘n plump, just gifting your pretty pussy with various hits. “breed me, fuuuck- don’t miss, pleaseplease-”
in his head, he’s counting each sloppy slap of his creamy tip tapping against your folds. he could just hear the sheer neediness in your voice, and that’s when toji starts to align himself again.
you’re throbbing ridiculously - muttering out faint, inaudible whimpers of ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ ‘s as he’s sliding his ruby-red crownhead up and down the drooling slope of your pussy.
“mhm, needy ‘lil thing. can’t go a second without throbbing,” toji groans, watching as your right thigh starts to twitch. as his ripped abdomen presses further into yours, he brings a wet kiss toward your left shoulder blade. “ ‘s that what you really want, sweetheart? for me to finish ins- oh, fuck.”
with a sharp, three-second hiss - toji feels his hips shudder. it’s a warning, a warning that he was about to erupt and fuck, you felt every prominent vein on his ramming cock pulse through your core.
vehemently, his rhythm turns from sprightly to sloppy within seconds and he’s raising your leg slightly. “ ‘m cumming, sugar. better.. hah- pussy better swallow it all like a good girl, ugh-”
with your squished chin resting on top of your arm, you stared at the lewd reflected image of yourself and toji through the mirror that hung across the two of you.
like a madman - he’s drilling into your very being with venom’s dark silhouette hovering over you both.
he’s reaching such deep, tender areas and you’re whimpering after each slapping thrust.
“toji- uuuh- toji, mgh-” you’d whimper, his hits against your ass with his pelvis being so vicious that you could almost taste it.
it’s so powerful - each direct hit that he flawlessly slams into with his cock has your cute, dilated pupils spiraling into permanent cartoony circles. with the help of venom, toji ends up stretching his dick just a few more inches inside of you, and your mouth drops.
his tip swirls its way around your gripping pussy before it’s finally coming to its risqué end.
you’re laid flat on your mattress as nothing but a tiny, inaudible gasp-like ‘fuck’ drags its way from your lips. toji’s cock that stretch stretch stretched just a little bit more ended up gifting the lower part of your tummy with a protruding bump.
he finishes in the rawest, lecherous manner, flooding every corner ‘n crevice of your gripping walls with syrupy, white cum. your thighs that glued together perfectly were greeted with a few welcoming dewdrops of toji’s slick mess. rough, callused fingertips ran ahold of your waist and you could feel him writhing behind you.
hooded, olive eyes zero down your body, and the natural sheet of sweat that decorated a path down your arched back.
god.
“heh- that’s my gi-”
“we aren’t finished,” you uttered, grabbing toji’s bulky shoulders and lightly shoving him on his back. with a surprised yet amused ‘uuf’ he lands as his half-opened eyes stare at the dripping, creamy mess streaming from between your legs. “lie back.”
venom, being toji’s conscious once more, snickers at your audacity as he watches the scene of you straddling his host.
“tojo buddy, if you won’t re-marry her, i will.”
“dude, i told you, it’s toji, and shut the hell u- fuuuck.”
♡ ♡ ♡
position after position after position and you gave toji an absolute run for his money. he didn’t expect at all for you to have as much stamina competing with him and venom combined. you even lost count of how many mind-boggling, eye-rolling, tear-jerking orgasms you’ve got snatched out of you. it’s probably been hours, and you and toji were merely both at your inevitable limits.
he’s stuffed you full with sooo many seconds and thirds and fourths and even fifths of sweltering cum that you felt like you were about to burst.
toji’s entirely milked out - or at least, he thinks he is, and now, you’re straddling him.
you’re straddling him, but from behind.
with lazy, droopy eyes, toji slides the tip of his tongue across the seam of his scarred lips as he watches you move. “mhm, gonna go reverse on me, yeah pretty girl?” he huffs, already feeling the slickly torrid mess stick against his thighs.
you’re reaaaal slow - a torturous type of slow that nearly does toji’s head in. he’s peering at your ass moving, but you’re not bouncing.
you’re not bouncing because he and you both knew that not only were you close again but he was too.
toji’s entire body felt hot, preparing lava. the humid, scorching temperature sizzles and arises after each bestial-like slam of your hips and he grunts. “god, y’er a… hah- little brat, arentcha.”
“aw, do you need a break, toji?”
“yes he does-” venom tried to chime in.
“no- no, i don’t,” toji breathes gruffly, beads and beads of sweat tearing down each side of his face. his hair’s all ruffled and unkempt, black strands nearly blocking his vision as his thick neck tosses itself back. “atta girl, ride it then. ride it like it’s fuckin’ yours, baby.”
slap one - and you moaned, hearing and feeling toji’s harsh palm swat against your right left ass cheek.
slap two - and you gasped, his hand smacking against the right.
and the third and final slap - it’s from venom, and one of his tendrils that sloppily slides from between your thighs noisily slaps against your already full, cum-dripping pussy.
toji’s jaw significantly tightens as he just watches in awe, silently gawking at the familiar sight he’s always loved seeing — his pretty ‘lil wife straddling him, he’s missed it, he’s missed you.
“fuck-” you held in a whine by giving the flat of your tongue a soft nibbles.
his cock from all girthy sides was just so fat, and the curve that stretches through your core every time you spring back down against his lap drives you both up the first street of insanity.
this reversing angle—it’s so intimate, and it’s always been one of toji’s weaknesses.
as you’re winding your hips ‘round in a hypnotic, perfect figure eight, venom’s just nagging all in toji’s ear.
the symbiote’s bored, and by the second he’s only getting more and more aroused. with a low grumble, toji told him to just wait then he’d get his turn. hopefully.
you almost did forget about the whole ‘parasite’ thing, but who were you to complain, let alone ask questions?
your legs sprawled nice and wide, and you’re nearly squatting as your cunt continued to swallow every inch of his cock. it’s so wide too, deeply prodding inside ‘till it reaches that pretty cervix of yours.
the curly, black hairs that stuck beneath toji’s slick-covered shaft tickled you, and you’re just panting continuously like a greyhound.
“sugar, fuck- bring those hips back to me like that, mhm. right there, right fuckin’ there . . please-”
please.
oh, he’s begging.
as you maintained a secure grip on his shaky knees with your hands, you heard the wanton tremor in toji’s voice.
by now, he’s reclined allll the way back against your plush pillows with his legs feeling like complete mush. fuck, you’ve probably rode him to death, because he could barely hold onto your hips anymore.
“toji… hah- cum with me, baby-” you mumbled, feeling his clammy fingertips slither down the sides of your waist.
like a wooden chair—you’re just rocking and rocking, not even minding the constant grunts and bellowing groans of your outdated boxspring that sits beneath your mattress.
it’s just so slick - your pussy, it’s sliding up ‘n down toji’s cock and he heard every clamoring, wet splat. he’s just almost mesmerized at how well you knew how to take him every time. his mouth’s as dry as it’s ever been, and you’re starting to feel that oh-so-familiar fluttering pool of butterflies stir in the lower pits of your tummy.
“heh, you called me baby-”
“shut up.”
“make m- ngh-”
blinking thrice, toji grunts once he feels your hand wrap around his neck. you’re still facing forward—riding him in reverse with your arm extended from behind you.
his neck was just so thick that you could barely bring all five fingers to squeeze his neck. “cute-” toji slyly titters, but his brattiness fatally comes to an end once he’s starting to feel his dick twitch.
his body - it’s rumbling, and your cunt’s pulsing increases after each slapping thrust. the stimulation always knew how to make your head spin, and for a second, it just felt like time indefinitely paused.
torrid, cloud breaths draw away straight from toji’s puffed-out chest and he groans. he’s riiight there, he’s right there and he could feel his creamy tip that’s messily poking around your insides trying to cling around your warmth.
as you’re just vigorously slapping your ass against his lap now, he’s left speechless.
“o- oh, oh sugar- your fuckin’ hips, yeahyeaaah-” and he’s whimpering now, long black lashes sticking together with what appears to be tears.
toji’s holding onto your rotating waist tightly, breathing through his nose as he hears each popping slosh of your cunt preparing to wring him dry for the nth time.
“toji, something’s about to-” you’d blurt, pausing mid-sentence, keeping both hands on his knees. toji’s tearing up at the sloppy, vicious strings of cum that threatens to depart from both pairs of slapping thighs that slap louder after each violent pound.
his dick’s all red ‘n swollen, from top to bottom as it’s covered with veins that paint the shriveling sides. your legs were about to give out at any second and so was his.
toji’s tip which was oh-so round ends up massaging your tightening walls perfectly, smothering your sensitive g-spot with a plethora of sweet french kisses.
“ah-” you squeal, your eyes widening as you’re coming to your end again. your throat - it feels so hot, so parched and you’re just gradually being led to your release. the adequate force of your brutal, tossing hips makes toji’s leafy irises reel further back.
glittery, wet lashes stick together piercing both pads of thumbprints into your ridden flesh — and oh, he’s cumming for what’s probably the umpteenth time now.
you both succumb to pleasure and you’re each hit with rippling waves and waves of swelling pleasure. finally, your legs end up collapsing and your jaw’s left goofily hanging.
you end up gushing, clenching internally as your labored breaths get tangled in your full lungs. it’s so wet, and as toji’s cock remained buried idly past the taut ring of your entrance, he’s pouring yet another milky wad of cum inside of you. it’s thick and smooth like honey, stickily melting inside of you like butter.
“mhm, f.. fuck-” you kissed your teeth, hearing toji’s heavy, defeated breaths exhale from behind you.
the air in the room felt so intoxicating - cloudy. as you sat still on his lap with his leaking cock still lodged inside of you, that same aroma of pure filth and intimacy smacks your nostrils right in the face.
its citrusy with a hint of sweetness, and your thighs couldn’t help but shudder above his.
“good girl, heh- think ya cured me just f- fine.” toji hoarsely murmurs, taking every few seconds to breathe.
two rough hands gingerly raise your hips, widely peering at the frothy, white ring that coats around his tan base. pearly, clear slick of your own mess stuck against your thighs as you let off muffled moans.
everything felt so tender - and in every millisecond that passed, you felt all ropes of toji’s cum plug you to the very fullest. “c’mere, girl-” he groggily murmured, and you gasped, feeling one of venom’s tendrils wrap around your waist.
with a swift movement — you’re pulled closer, breaking the distance between the two of you. toji smashes his scarred lips against yours, slipping off occasional husky whimpers in your mouth as he felt your fingers wrap around his flaccid cock. his whines pitch higher, and your thumb runs down a prodding vein that twitches from your touch.
it’s an intense, breath-snatching kiss that leaves you both gasping for air after each smack of departure from lips. as you moaned in his mouth, you could still taste remnants of your treacly arousal on his tongue.
“i love-” he whispers between kisses, and you slide out a whine once you feel venom’s tendrils swirl around your waist.
heartbeats pulsed rapidly, matching tempos of each other as your tongue disappeared inside toji’s mouth.he grunts, bringing his crimson kiss-bitten lips toward the crack of your jaw as your mouth remains agape.
“-you. s ‘much, f- fuck, you sure know how to milk me, sugar. reminds me of our . . hah- honeymoon.”
“just . . stop talking,” you roll your eyes—still feeling the after-effects of your body’s sensitive convulsions. you still felt so stuffed, still feeling the gooey remnants of cum trickle out of your dewy pussy. as toji’s eyes remained hooded and drooped, he flashes you that same smug grin. “i still- love you too-”
“there’s my girl,” toji huskily whispers against your lips, circling a thumb over the line that curves above the top of your mouth. you moaned, watching as he brought your hand up to his before kissing it -
repeatedly, before he brought your empty ring finger up toward his lips and kissed it. “mwah,” and you felt your pulse pick up before feeling toji’s broad arms pick you up. “up and at ‘em, wifey.”
but once you’re positioned to lay flat on your back, that’s when venom switches with toji again. you’re met with the same overly tall, massive ‘parasite’ with a dozen rows of whetted, white teeth.
venom slowly opens his jaw — showcasing his long, dripping pink tongue that dampens even more once he sees your filled pussy twitching solely at the sound of his venomous, deep voice.
all over his body, he’s covered with veins, and as your eyes trail ‘n trail way down, you land at his abs and stop just below his waistline.
your eyes widened as you felt hands softly grab your hips, and he brought one of his tendrils to make you face the other way.
a sultry-sounding moan escapes out of your raw throat as your face plants against your pillow.
“mmgh-” and you let off a surprised breathy gasp, feeling not one but a pair of two rockhard things slapping against the entrance of your bare cunt.
“toji- ngh, venom- i… is that-”
“now bend for me, sweet thing. my turn.”
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Come Fly With Me
Prompt: Surprise
@bucktommyfluffebruary
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161852191
Tommy let out a sigh as he stepped through the front door of his house, having just gotten off the shift from hell. Normally he loved being in the air—but after the stunts he’d had to pull that day, his entire body felt like one big bruise, and he had no desire to do anything for at least twenty-four hours.
“Hey, babe, is that you?”
Evan.
“I’ve, uh, I’ve got some great news! Like, you won’t believe how awesome it is, I can’t wait to tell you about it,” he called out to him, and Tommy just blankly stared into space, absently kicking the door shut behind him as he let his duffle bag hit the floor with a dull thud. His boyfriend’s enthusiasm was sweet, but the airman found that he couldn’t return the energy and simply grunted back at him as loudly as he could, dropping all of his things just inside the door, kicking his shoes off and leaving them lying haphazardly in the entry way as he made his way towards the living room…
…and then he collapsed face first onto the couch in a tired heap.
He lay there for a while, debating whether or not he should simply fall asleep right then and there, every part of him saying that he should—but his mind scolded him, telling him that his back would hate him for it, and he knew that it was right.
Though that didn’t change the fact that he was far too comfortable…and then he heard footsteps coming from the archway into the living room and absently lifted a hand and waved it, saying in a muffled voice, “Hey, sorry, tired,” and he heard his boyfriend chuckle and say, “Yeah, I can see that. Sorry, babe.”
He then felt a warm hand on his lower back, and he hummed in the back of his throat.
“Mmm, feels nice…” He relished in the touch, and then blearily asked in an attempt to try and engage in conversation, “Wha’s your news?”
“Nothing, never mind. It can wait until later,” and Evan’s light touched turned into a firm, massaging stroke, and Tommy moaned, his mind blue screening and all he could focus on was the way his boyfriend was giving him a much needed massage, eventually bringing in his other hand and removing every inch of the stress of the day from his body. He didn’t know how long it lasted—but it was long enough that his stomach softly grumbled, and Evan chuckled.
“Want me to heat up some leftovers?” he suggested, and Tommy nodded.
“Yeah, would you? I’m just so tired…though the massage seriously helped,” he replied, slowly rising up onto his elbows and casted a look at his boyfriend over his shoulder. “But seriously, before you go get the food, what was your good news? You sounded really excited…”
Evan shook his head.
“It can wait.”
He thought about pushing—but then decided that if Evan said it could wait, then it could wait. He was starving.
Less than twenty minutes later, his boyfriend had brought them both plates from the kitchen laden down with his leftover pasta casserole, and Tommy managed to find enough energy to sit up straight and enjoy every single bite of it, letting out a contented sigh as he popped the top button of his jeans after putting his plate down on the coffee table in front of them, and then propping his feet up on the edge and giving the younger man a loving glance.
Smiling, he said, “I think I might go up another pant size because of you,” and patted his stomach, thinking about the ring that he’d ordered and how he couldn’t wait to get it onto his finger in the next few weeks.
Hopefully.
Evan gave him a half-hearted smile…and then he said, “Hey, uh…I wasn’t going to ask, but about a week ago you took a phone call, and you said you were switching shifts with Lucy this past week—but I heard a man answer the phone when you made the call. I-I don’t want to sound insecure or-or suspicious, but I was just wondering if—if you…”
Tommy felt his breath catch. Shit. That was the phone call he’d received about the ring being ready, and since he’d ended up switching shifts anyway and working exactly when he said he would be working, he didn’t think anything of it—but now his boyfriend had questions and he needed to answer them without tipping him off about the truth…and said, “Yeah, okay, it wasn’t Lucy who called, but I did end up switching shifts with her, so I didn’t lie about that. So, let’s just say…it’s a surprise and I want you to trust me.”
He gave his boyfriend a look.
“Yeah, okay. I can do that…especially since I have a surprise for you, too,” Evan said, giving him a sly look.
“Yeah? What kind of surprise?”
At that, Evan moved his own plate to the side and grabbed at the airman’s hand and gently squeezed it and said, “I, uh…I’ve been looking around at some places, trying to find some information about helicopters and stuff like that…and, uh…well, I found this.”
He pulled out a piece of paper that he’d folded up into his front pocket and handed it to him.
Tommy arched an eyebrow and looked down at the paper, squinting slightly because he didn’t have his glasses—and then Evan said, “Oh, wait, here,” and reached over and grabbed his glasses from the end table on his side, and he smiled as he slipped them on in order to read the paper…
…and then just about swallowed his tongue.
Right there in black and white ink was the words explaining that all he had to do was sign on the dotted line and he would have full ownership of his own personal helicopter and it would be kept at an airfield only half an hour from his house. The payment plan was easy and—to put it in simple terms—was the best fucking goddamn deal he had ever seen for such a high-end machine. Tommy stared at it, baffled, trying to wrap his mind around it.
“Evan, how…how did you…? The-the down payment alone…”
“I saved up for it. I’ve had some money set aside for something like this for a while now,” he softly admitted, giving him a shy smile. “I’ve been texting with Sal, too, and he mentioned that you’ve been looking for a helicopter for a long while, and this…well, it just so happens that I know someone in the business and used a few of my old connections to find something that you would like, and asked Sal to confirm it…so…you like it?”
Without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to his lips, one hand wrapped around the back of Evan’s head, and as he pulled back he said, “I have never been so in love with you than I am in this moment,” and Evan chuckled.
“Really? Well, if I knew that finding you a helicopter would earn me this, then I would have done it sooner…”
They shared a smile.
And then Evan added, “You wanna take it up?”
--
Tommy still couldn’t believe it as he steered the chopper through the air with his boyfriend in the copilot’s seat, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Evan had somehow managed to find him the best deal he had ever seen on such a high-end machine.
The feel of the rotors thumping above his head reminded him of Evan’s heartbeat.
“God, this is so cool!” his boyfriend exclaimed over the headset, and the airman grinned and replied, “Hey, I told you when we met that I would show you a good time!”
It was the next morning after Evan had told him the news about the helicopter, and he was almost giddy with euphoria as he turned them over the dunes and headed back towards the airfield. They had been up in the air for almost an hour, but the bird had been taken up with a full tank, and now it was time to take her back in. There was a familiar sense of freedom as he banked low and wide, purposely angling out over the water, and he wondered if Evan could feel it, too.
Just as he thought about him, Evan suddenly said, “Hey, maybe we could use this for a date night sometime. What do you think?” and Tommy said, “Yeah, sounds like a plan,” already knowing exactly when and where it would be, the thought of a ring being involved making him grin like an idiot.
He was grateful for the size of the headset as it blocked some of his face from him, keeping his boyfriend from figuring out anything too quickly.
It had been next to impossible to make his plans to propose to him when Evan was so focused on him—mind you, he loved the attention, but it was like trying to hide a brand new chew toy from a dog that was constantly following you around all the time. He knew the metaphor was a bit rough, and he didn’t like comparing his boyfriend to a dog, but when they were together, Evan was surprisingly—persistently—almost always in his personal place.
Again, not that he was complaining.
Actually, he kind of loved it.
“You really have an amazing job, babe,” Evan said, taking him out of his head, and he replied, “Evan, we have the same job,” and shot him a sideways glance, and his boyfriend shook his head and said, “No, not really. I mean, we both fight fires, but you…you’re up in here in the sky almost every day seeing things that most people will never see. You have the chance to do things that a lot of people only dream out, you know? It’s really…it’s really somethin’ else,” he finished, sounding genuinely amazed, and Tommy smiled.
He couldn’t wait to marry him.
He finally brought the chopper back to the airfield, landing it with all the skill of someone who had done it over a thousand times before (he had), and as they made their way back to the main gate, he grabbed at his boyfriend’s elbow and tugged him into a corner and then planted a heavy kiss on him, pinning him to the wall as he used his mouth and body to tell him how grateful he was for the amazing, insightful gift.
“Mmf, what…what was that for?” Evan said, pulling back slightly, and Tommy smirked and rubbed his thumb against the base of the younger man’s neck and retorted, “That was for being the most amazing boyfriend ever. I still can’t believe you did this for me, Evan…”
His cheeks pinked and he ducked his eyes.
“Yeah, well, I guess I thought that you deserved it, you know? After everything you’ve done for me and for all the lives you’ve saved over the years, it just seemed like you should have something like this,” he said with an earnestness that made the airman’s breath catch in his throat.
He then used his thumb to tilt Evan’s head back up and levelled his eyes on his.
“You…god, I love you so much,” was all he could think to say…
…but apparently it was enough as his boyfriend’s eyes lit up and he gave him that smile of his that made his heart skip a beat every time he saw it—and Tommy couldn’t help himself and leaned back in and kissed him a second time, this time allowing his thigh to slip between his legs and his hands to wander down to his ass, hoisting him up slightly, using the wall behind them as leverage, thrilled when Evan let out a needy moan and ground down slightly against his leg.
He then panted out against his lips, “Won’t we…won’t we get caught?” and Tommy smirked and said as he pushed his thigh tighter against him, “We’re the only ones here, right now, so no. Wanna fool around?” and he grinned.
God, he loved him.
...he couldn't wait to marry him.
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prettygirl-gabi · 12 hours ago
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Chapter 31: Distractions & Comfort
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Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Mentions of past abusive relationship, stalking, panic attacks, nightmares, fluff, kk and Paige fighting over you.
Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader
Fandom: UConn's Women's basketball
Summary: never go places alone
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Welcome to the chapter 31 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸
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The room was dark except for the soft glow of the tv. Paige and I were curled up under the covers, her arms wrapped tightly around me. Sleep felt impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Marcus standing in my dorm, blocking my way out. My chest felt tight just thinking about it.
Paige’s fingers traced slow, soothing patterns along my arm. “You’re safe,” she whispered for what felt like the hundredth time.
I nodded against her chest, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying the moment. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.
Paige immediately pulled back just enough to look at me. “Stop that,” she said firmly.
I swallowed hard. “But if I hadn’t gone back to my dorm alone—”
“Don’t,” Paige interrupted. “Don’t do that to yourself.”
I turned my face into her hoodie, my fingers curling around the fabric. “I should’ve called campus security first. I should’ve—”
“Baby,” Paige’s voice was softer now, but still firm. She lifted my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes. “None of this is your fault. Marcus came back because he’s a controlling asshole, not because of anything you did.”
I knew she was right, but the guilt sat heavy in my stomach.
Paige pressed her forehead against mine. “You did everything right. You called Azzi. You stayed calm. And you’re here, safe, with me.”
My eyes stung, and I exhaled shakily. “I don’t want to be scared of him.”
Paige brushed her thumb across my cheek. “You won’t be. Not forever. And until then, you’ve got me. And the entire team.”
I let out a small, tired laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think KK’s letting this go anytime soon.”
Paige grinned. “Oh, absolutely not. She’s been talking about setting up a security detail.”
I rolled my eyes, but my heart felt lighter.
Paige kissed my forehead. “Try to sleep, baby. We’ve got an early morning.”
I curled closer to her, letting the warmth of her presence chase away the lingering fear.
The Next Morning – the bus was buzzing with energy as we headed to the airport for our game against Creighton. I was sitting near the window, laptop open, trying to focus on my business communications assignment. But of course, Paige and KK had other plans.
“I’m sitting next to Y/N,” Paige declared as she plopped into the seat beside me.
KK immediately turned from the row behind us. “Uh, no. I am.”
Paige narrowed her eyes. “She’s my girl.”
KK smirked. “So? Who cares? She’s my mom.”
I groaned. “KK. Paige, for the last time, I am tryin to do school work.”
KK ignored me, still grinning at Paige.
Paige threw her hands up. “Seriously, KK? She’s my girl.”
“Soo? Who cares? You sleep with her, like every night.”
The entire bus erupted into laughter, and I felt my face heat up. “KK!”
Paige’s ears turned red, but she was clearly trying not to laugh. “You’re so annoying.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Neither of you are sitting next to me.”
Paige turned to me, fake-offended. “Excuse me?”
I shot her a look. “Ayanna or Caroline is sitting next to me.”
Caroline, who had been listening from a few rows up, gave me a thumbs-up. “I got you, Y/N.”
KK pouted dramatically. “Betrayal.”
Paige leaned into my side, huffing. “Fine. But just so you know, I’m sitting next to you on the plane.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Once on the plane of course, Paige got her way with sitting next to me.
I was trying to finish up my assignment, but Paige had other plans. She kept nudging my arm, whispering nonsense, and generally being a distraction.
“Take a break,” she said for the fifth time.
I glared at her. “Paige.”
She smiled innocently. “Yes, love?”
“I will take your iPad and hide it, for a week if you don’t let me finish this.”
Paige gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t.”
I gave her a deadpan look.
Azzi, sitting across the aisle, snorted. “She absolutely would.”
Paige sighed, leaning back into her seat. “Fine. But only because I love you.”
I smiled despite myself. “I love you too. Now let me work.”
Paige kissed my temple before finally letting me be.
Safe in her presence, surrounded by my team, I finally felt like everything was going to be okay.
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alittlegiraffe · 20 hours ago
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Title: Secrets We Keep
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The roar of the private jet’s engines was nothing compared to the static in Marshall’s mind. He hated flying. His nerves were shot, and the only thing keeping him from completely losing it was knowing that he’d be home in a few hours. Home to you.
The last text you sent him was still open on his phone:
“Can’t wait to see you. Love you. Drive safe when you land.”
He’d smiled at that, thumbs hovering over the screen to send something equally sweet. But before he could type, the flight attendant told him it was time to put his phone on airplane mode. He figured he’d just tell you in person.
He should have said it then.
The wheels touched down smoothly, but something in Marshall’s gut felt off. He chalked it up to exhaustion—being in the air too long always made him antsy. But as soon as he stepped off the plane, he spotted Paul waiting near the tarmac. That wasn’t normal. Paul usually handled business over the phone unless it was urgent.
“What’s up?” Marshall asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
Paul’s face was tight, his jaw clenched like he was holding something back. He exhaled sharply before speaking. “We gotta go. Now.”
Marshall frowned. “What? Why?”
Paul hesitated, looking anywhere but at him. “Just get in the car, Em.”
The unease that had been gnawing at him since the flight grew into something sharper. He didn’t move. “Tell me what’s going on.”
Paul sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. He looked tired. Worn. And that scared Marshall more than anything. “It’s Y/N,” he finally said. “She was attacked.”
Marshall’s breath caught in his throat. “Attacked?” His voice was rough, strained. Don’t say it. Don’t you f*ing say it.**
Paul just shook his head. “Come on, man. We need to get to the hospital.”
The drive was a blur—flashes of streetlights against the windshield, the hum of tires against pavement, the racing thud of his heartbeat in his ears. He barely noticed Paul handling calls, organizing things, keeping everything moving while all Marshall could do was sit there, gripping his knees so hard his fingers ached.
When they pulled up to the hospital, he was out of the car before it even stopped. Paul had to jog to keep up, calling after him, but Marshall wasn’t listening. He was already pushing through the double doors, demanding to know where you were.
When he finally reached your room, his breath hitched. Machines beeped steadily around you, wires and IVs snaking from your still body. You looked so small in that bed, so delicate and quiet, the way you always were—his soft, sweet girl, never meant for violence like this.
His legs nearly gave out beneath him, but he forced himself forward, sinking into the chair beside you. His hand found yours—cold, too cold—and he squeezed it tight, like that alone could bring you back to him.
“Baby,” his voice cracked. “I’m here.”
Silence answered him.
Days trickled by, blurring together in a haze of hospital lighting and sleepless nights. Nurses came and went, offering soft words and hopeful smiles, but it all sounded empty to him. He barely registered the updates the doctors gave—concussions, bruised ribs, contusions lining your skin like cruel artwork. They said you were stable, but that wasn’t enough.
You still weren’t awake.
Marshall didn’t leave your side. He barely ate, barely slept. He sat there, staring at you, willing you to wake up. Paul handled everything else—the press, the legal matters, the police updates. He kept the outside world away so all Marshall had to do was sit vigil.
Then, the worst happened.
A sharp, prolonged beep cut through the air. The heart monitor flatlined.
Marshall’s head snapped up just as nurses and doctors burst into the room, pushing him aside as they worked frantically over you. His breath hitched, and for the first time since he’d arrived, a terrifying coldness wrapped around his chest like a vice. He was frozen, forced to watch as they worked to bring you back.
“Clear!” A shock jolted your body, and he flinched, his nails digging into his palms. No, no, no, this isn’t happening.
Another shock. Still nothing.
Paul grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him back as Marshall fought against him. “Do something! DO SOMETHING!” His voice cracked, raw and broken, but no one looked at him. They were too busy trying to keep you alive.
Seconds felt like hours.
Then, finally, a beep. Then another. The monitor stabilized, though weak, and the tension in the room shifted from panic to quiet relief. The doctor turned to Marshall, his face solemn. “She’s still with us,” he said, but his tone held a warning. “She’s fighting, but it’s critical. We’ll keep monitoring her.”
Two weeks passed in a haze. Then, one night, when Marshall was curled up in the chair, his head resting on the mattress beside your hand, a tiny movement made his heart stop.
Fingers twitching against his.
His head snapped up, breath caught in his throat as he watched your eyelids flutter. Then, after an agonizing pause, your eyes finally opened.
“Y/N?” His voice was hoarse, disbelief laced with desperate hope.
You blinked sluggishly, your gaze hazy as it moved to him. “M-Marsh?” Your voice was weak, but it was yours.
A choked sob left his throat as he grasped your hand, pressing it to his lips. “Baby, I’m right here.”
The relief was overwhelming, almost too much to bear. But as you slowly took in your surroundings, the fear in your eyes returned.
“He—he was here,” you whispered, panic threading through your voice. “He found me.”
Marshall tensed. “Who? Who did this?”
Your breath shuddered. “My ex,” you croaked. “He—he just got out of prison.”
Marshall’s blood ran cold. His grip on your hand tightened, his entire body going rigid as fury curled deep in his chest. Paul had mentioned the guy was caught, but Marshall hadn’t asked for details. He hadn’t wanted to hear them.
Now, he needed to.
Paul was already on it, stepping into the room with the cops who had been waiting. “You wanna hear the details now?” Paul asked quietly.
Marshall looked down at you, his free hand gently brushing your cheek, promising safety. His voice softened just for you. “You don’t have to talk about it right now, baby. You’re safe.”
You nodded weakly, tears sliding down your cheeks. “I just want this to go away,” you whispered. “Can we just—get a restraining order or something?”
Marshall swallowed hard, his heart aching at how soft and sweet you were, even after everything. You didn’t want vengeance, you just wanted peace. But he couldn’t let that happen.
He cupped your cheek gently. “Baby, I love you,” he said, his voice low, steady. “But we can’t just let this go. If we don’t press charges, he could come back. I can’t—” His voice broke, raw with emotion. “I can’t let that happen. I need to know you’re safe.”
You hesitated, searching his eyes. You trusted him. You always had. Finally, after a long moment, you gave a small nod.
“Okay,” you whispered.
Marshall exhaled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I promise you, baby, he’s never coming near you again.”
Then, he turned to Paul and the cops, his expression dark and resolute. “Let’s make sure he never gets the chance.”
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The hospital doors slid open, and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Marshall stepped outside. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp pavement, but he barely registered it. His focus was entirely on you—delicate and pale in the wheelchair as the nurse carefully guided you forward. He wanted to take the handles himself, to be the one to get you out of this place, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Take it slow,” the nurse reminded gently. “Let your body adjust. No sudden movements.”
You nodded, exhaustion tugging at your features. Marshall hated seeing you like this—so small, so fragile. He hovered beside you as Paul helped get you settled in the car. The ride home was quiet, the weight of everything still pressing heavy on him. Every few seconds, he’d glance at you, reassuring himself that you were real, that you were still here.
When they pulled into the driveway, Marshall was out of the car before it even stopped. He circled to your side, carefully opening the door, his hands twitching at his sides. He wanted to scoop you up, hold you close, breathe you in—but he hesitated. All he could see was you in that hospital bed, hooked up to machines, barely clinging on. The image had burned itself into his mind, and now, standing here, he was terrified that if he touched you, you might break.
You looked up at him, your eyes soft but knowing. “Marsh?”
His throat tightened. “Yeah, baby?”
“I can walk.”
He swallowed, his jaw clenching. “I know.”
But he still hovered as you carefully stepped out, gripping the car door for balance. Paul shot him a look, one that said *let her breathe*, but Marshall couldn’t. He stayed close, hands out just in case. You gave him a tired smile, reaching for his hand. His breath hitched as your fingers curled around his, warm and familiar. He exhaled slowly, squeezing back.
Inside, the house was quiet. Too quiet. Usually, the space felt warm, full of life with your presence, but now it felt hollow. Marshall led you to the couch, easing you down like you were made of glass. You sighed, resting your head back against the cushion, and he kneeled in front of you, his hands braced on his thighs.
“You okay?”
You hummed softly. “Just tired.”
Marshall nodded, his gaze sweeping over you. The bruises along your arms had started to fade, but they were still there—constant reminders of what had happened. His stomach twisted.
“I—I got some stuff for you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Extra pillows, blankets. Whatever you need.”
You smiled, small but real. “I just need you.”
His breath shuddered out of him. He wanted to tell you how badly he needed you too, how the past few weeks had wrecked him, but the words got stuck. Instead, he reached up, cupping your cheek so gently it barely felt like a touch at all.
“You scared the hell outta me,” he admitted, voice raw.
Your eyes softened, and you leaned into his palm. “I know.”
For the first time since you woke up, he let himself fold forward, resting his forehead against your knees. Your fingers wove into his hair, soothing, grounding. His shoulders sagged as he exhaled deeply.
“I’m here, Marsh,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And finally, finally, some of the weight in his chest eased.
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Days passed, and Marshall hovered—always there, always watching, but never touching. He did everything for you. He brought you water before you could even ask, tucked blankets around you before you felt the cold, adjusted pillows, made sure you ate, made sure you took your meds, but he wouldn’t just *be* with you. Not in the way you needed.
At night, he’d sit at the edge of the bed, watching over you, but when you reached for him, he’d make some excuse and step away. During the day, he stayed busy, cleaning, cooking—anything to keep moving. But he never let himself just hold you, and it was starting to weigh on you.
One night, you had enough. You sat up in bed, watching him stand by the window, staring out like he was waiting for something that would never come.
“Marsh,” you called softly.
He turned, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. “Yeah, baby?”
You lifted the blanket, an open invitation. “Come here.”
He hesitated. The ghost of the hospital clung to him, the image of you hooked up to those machines, pale and lifeless. Every time he closed his eyes, that’s what he saw. It burned in his mind, kept him from reaching for you the way he so desperately wanted to.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he murmured.
Your heart clenched. “You won’t.”
His hands fisted at his sides. “I can’t stop seein’ you there,” he admitted, voice tight. “All hooked up, not movin’. I just—” He broke off, jaw locking.
You reached out, fingers barely brushing his wrist. “I’m here, Marshall. I’m not there anymore.”
He swallowed hard, looking at you like he wanted to believe it but couldn’t quite let himself. You sat up more, ignoring the ache in your body, and took his hand, guiding it to rest against your cheek. His breath stuttered as his thumb traced lightly over your skin.
“I need you,” you whispered. “Not just hovering, not just taking care of me. *You.*”
Something in his expression cracked. Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, lying beside you, stiff at first. You turned into him, resting your head against his chest, and after a moment, his arms wrapped around you—tentative at first, then tighter, like he was finally letting himself believe you were real.
He buried his face in your hair, inhaling deep. “I was so fuckin’ scared,” he admitted, voice rough.
You pressed a kiss against his chest. “I know. But I’m here. I’m safe.”
Marshall exhaled shakily, holding you closer. And this time, he didn’t pull away.
Something in his expression cracked. Suddenly, his lips were on yours—desperate, searching, like he didn’t know if he’d ever get to kiss you again. He poured everything into it, his hands finally gripping your waist, pulling you closer. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his hair, grounding him in the reality that you were here, alive, safe.
When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged. “I thought I lost you,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
“You didn’t,” you promised. “I’m right here.”
You fell asleep in his arms that night, wrapped in warmth and security, but Marshall stayed awake, staring at the ceiling. His mind wouldn’t quiet. He kept thinking about the man who had done this to you. And he kept thinking about what you hadn’t told him.
Morning came slowly, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains. You stirred against him, blinking sleepily as you met his gaze.
“Baby,” he said gently, his fingers tracing slow circles on your back. “I need to ask you somethin’.”
You hummed, still half-asleep. “What is it?”
Marshall hesitated, then asked, “Did he ever hurt you before?”
Your breath caught. You looked away, fingers curling into his shirt, and for a long moment, you didn’t speak. Then, barely above a whisper, you said, “Yeah.”
Marshall’s grip on you tightened, but he stayed silent, letting you continue.
“When he was drinking… he used to hit me. It got bad sometimes,” you admitted, voice shaky. “But then he got locked up for robbery, and I moved on. I met you. I thought he was out of my life for good.” You swallowed hard. “Until he showed up at the store.”
Marshall’s jaw clenched. His arms tightened around you, his heart pounding with a mix of fury and protectiveness. He exhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm inside him. He wasn’t going to let that man come near you ever again.
“You’re safe now,” he murmured. “I swear to God, baby, he’s never gonna touch you again.”
And this time, he meant it.
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The next few days were a slow adjustment, but at least you were finally getting around on your own. The soreness was still there, the bruises lingering like ugly shadows on your skin, but you refused to let them define you. You moved through the house carefully, testing your limits, determined to regain a sense of normalcy. But something else was shifting, something much harder to navigate.
Marshall wasn’t scared anymore. He was angry.
It started small—tension in his jaw, clipped responses, the way his hands curled into fists when he thought you weren’t looking. But you saw it. You felt it in the air, heavy and thick, waiting to explode. He still did everything for you, still made sure you had what you needed, but his touches were sharper now. His kisses, when he gave them, were too quick, too restrained. He wouldn’t talk about it, wouldn’t tell you what was going on in his head, but you could see the storm brewing just behind his eyes.
And you weren’t going to let it fester.
One evening, as he stood by the window, arms crossed tight over his chest, you decided enough was enough.
“Marshall.”
He didn’t turn around. “Yeah?”
You crossed the room, stepping closer. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t do that,” you said softly. “Don’t shut me out.”
He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m not shutting you out.”
“Yes, you are.” You touched his arm, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath your fingers. “Talk to me.”
His jaw tightened. “I don’t wanna talk.”
“Then what do you want?”
He finally turned to face you, and the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. There was fire there, simmering rage barely kept in check. “I want to go back in time,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “I want to be there. I want to stop him before he ever lays a fuckin’ hand on you.”
You swallowed. “You couldn’t have known.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s the problem, isn’t it?”
You took a careful step forward. “Marshall—”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” The words came sharp, unexpected. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about him?”
You sucked in a breath. “I didn’t think he mattered anymore.”
“Didn’t matter?” His voice was incredulous now, tinged with something close to betrayal. “He *beat* you, and you didn’t think that mattered?”
“I thought he was gone,” you said, hating the way your voice trembled. “I thought I was safe.”
Marshall let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Safe,” he muttered. “Yeah, real fuckin’ safe.”
The weight of his anger crashed over you like a wave, suffocating, suffused with something deeper—guilt, frustration, helplessness. You could see it now, clear as day. He wasn’t just mad at your ex. He was mad at himself. And maybe, just maybe, he was mad at you, too.
“You’re scaring me,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes snapped to yours, something breaking inside him at your words. In an instant, he had you backed against the wall, his hands gripping your waist, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp. His breath was hot against your lips, his eyes dark and wild.
“Not of me,” he murmured. “Don’t ever be scared of me.”
“I’m not,” you whispered. “But I need to understand what’s going on in your head.”
His fingers flexed against you, his body caging you in, and then—his lips were on yours, desperate, consuming. It wasn’t soft, wasn’t careful. It was raw, fueled by all the emotions he couldn’t put into words. You gasped into his mouth, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders as he pressed you harder against the wall.
This was what he needed. Control. Reassurance. Proof that you were still his, still here, still breathing. He kissed you like he was trying to brand the memory of you into his soul, to erase the fear that had clawed at him for weeks.
When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathing hard. His forehead rested against yours, his hands still gripping your hips like he couldn’t let go.
“I need to know you’re mine,” he admitted hoarsely.
You cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. “I’ve *always* been yours.”
His eyes searched yours, and something in him finally settled. His grip on you eased, his lips brushing over your forehead, softer this time.
But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed to *feel* you, to know you were alive and safe in a way words couldn’t express. Without another thought, he lifted you into his arms, holding you close as he carried you to the bed.
“Marsh,” you breathed, hands gripping his shoulders.
“I need this,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “Need you.”
He laid you down carefully, his weight pressing over you, solid and grounding. His lips found yours again, this time slower, reverent. Every touch, every kiss, was a silent vow, a desperate need to remind himself that you were still here, still his, and that he’d never have to know what life was like without you.
And in that moment, wrapped in him, you knew—you were safe. Always.
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sophiesbakery · 11 hours ago
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A Second Slice
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Type: Baker!Pedro Pascal x Y/n
Warnings: Mentions of being vulnerable and feeling alone
Summary: In a cozy little bakery where the scent of honey and warm bread lingers in the air, you find an unexpected refuge. Always the one others lean on, you've never known what it feels like to be caught when you fall—until Pedro, the quiet, steady baker, offers you more than just a slice of comfort. With flour-dusted hands and a knowing smile, he teaches you that some burdens are meant to be shared and that, sometimes, the sweetest thing isn’t the bread itself, but the company that comes with it.
Note: A little kneading in process! Just like a good loaf needs time to rise, I’m still shaping the format of these stories! You might notice a few changes here and there as I find the perfect recipe, but the heart of it will always stay the same—warm, comforting, and made with care. In the meantime, you can check out the Pinterest board for this story for all the cozy vibes! Thanks for sticking around while this dough rises!
The first time I walked into the bakery, it was an escape. The second time, it was a return.
I told myself it was just the warmth of the place that drew me back—the scent of freshly baked bread curling into the air like an embrace, the hum of quiet conversations, the golden light softening the sharp edges of the world outside. But when I stepped through the door and saw Pedro behind the counter, flour dusted across his forearms, his sleeves pushed up carelessly, his gaze lifting at the sound of the bell, I knew that wasn’t entirely true.
He saw me, and something flickered across his face—not surprise, but recognition.
His mouth curved, slow and knowing. “Back already?”
I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah.”
Pedro set down the loaf he’d been scoring, wiped his hands on a cloth, and leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on the counter. “Told you,” he murmured. “First slice is just an introduction. Second one means you’re a regular now.”
I huffed a quiet laugh. The word regular settled inside me, warm and unfamiliar.
He didn’t ask why I had come back. He didn’t need to. Instead, he turned, cutting into a fresh loaf with the same careful precision I had seen before. The knife sliced through the crust with a crisp, satisfying sound. A moment later, he placed the plate in front of me, the slice thick and golden, the honey glistening where it had seeped into the soft center.
Pedro untied his apron, tossed it onto the counter. “Go sit,” he said, already moving around to join me. “I’ll bring the coffee.”
I blinked. “You will?”
He raised a brow. “Why not?”
I didn’t have an argument for that.
I took the same table by the window, the one that had felt like a temporary refuge the first time. Now, it felt like something else—something I wasn’t quite ready to name.
Pedro arrived a moment later, setting two cups of coffee on the table before sinking into the chair across from me.
“So,” he said, studying me, “bad day, or just a long one?”
I let out a short breath of laughter. “Aren’t they the same thing?”
Pedro didn’t argue. Just wrapped his hands around his coffee, waiting.
I picked at the crust of my bread, the words pressing against my ribs. “You ever get tired of being the one people lean on?” I asked.
His gaze flickered, something shifting in it. “Yeah,” he said, quiet. “I do.”
I exhaled slowly. “I’m always there. Always. The one people call when they need something, when they need to vent, when their lives are unraveling.” I swallowed hard, staring at my plate. “But the moment I need someone? Suddenly, everyone’s busy. Suddenly, I’m ‘strong’ enough to handle it on my own.”
Pedro’s fingers tapped absently against his cup. The silence between us wasn’t empty—it was thick, weighty, full of the things we both understood without saying.
“I think,” he said finally, “people get so used to seeing you hold everything together, they forget you might need someone to hold you up, too.”
The words landed somewhere deep.
I didn’t answer. Just tore a small piece of bread between my fingers, let the honey stick to my skin.
Pedro exhaled, then stood abruptly. “C’mon.”
I frowned. “What?”
He jerked his head toward the back of the bakery. “Come with me.”
I hesitated, but something about the way he said it left no room for argument. So I followed him, past the shelves lined with loaves, past the counter where customers placed their orders, through the doorway leading into the kitchen.
The air was heavier here, thick with the scent of yeast and butter, the quiet symphony of dough rising beneath linen cloths, ovens humming low.
Pedro grabbed a small ball of dough, rolled it between his hands before pressing it into mine.
“Here,” he said. “Shape it.”
I hesitated. “I don’t know how.”
“Good,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “That means you won’t overthink it.”
I let out a breath of laughter, but did as he said. The dough was soft, pliant beneath my fingers, but when I tried to shape it into something, it came out uneven, lumpy.
Pedro huffed a quiet chuckle. “Not bad for a first try.” Then, without hesitation, he reached out, his hands covering mine, adjusting my fingers with a steady touch.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
His hands were warm, firm but careful, guiding mine without rushing, without correcting too much. The closeness of him, the quiet way he just existed beside me, made my pulse stutter in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
When I looked up, he was already watching me.
His eyes flickered to my hands, then back to my face. There was something unreadable in his expression, something quiet and considering.
The moment stretched, unspoken.
Then Pedro stepped back, exhaling softly. “Alright,” he said, voice a little rougher than before. “I think that’s enough for today.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
As we walked back to the front of the bakery, the outside world felt distant, unimportant.
Pedro leaned against the counter, watching me carefully. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, you know.”
I met his gaze. “I don’t know how to be anything else.”
His lips pressed together for a moment before he nodded, as if deciding something. Then, without a word, he reached behind the counter, cut another slice of pan de miel, and placed it in front of me.
I frowned. “Pedro—”
“Shh.” His smirk was softer this time, almost teasing. “Let someone take care of you for once.”
I stared at him, something unspoken tightening in my chest.
And for the first time in a long time, I let myself.
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Wait For Me (I’m Coming)—Chapter 10
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Glinda’s sobs faded into quiet hiccups as Elphaba held her and stroked her hair. She still trembled, though, and when Elphaba felt she was able to release their embrace, she gathered a blanket from another bed to wrap around Glinda’s shoulders.
“Glinda.” Elphaba cupped her friend’s cheek. “Can you look at me?”
Glinda tore her eyes up from her lap to meet Elphaba’s gaze.
“Good,” Elphaba said gently. “Now, are you all right? Do you need anything?”
Glinda sniffed and shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice cracking. “I don’t…I don’t know why that happened. It was just a dream.”
Elphaba sighed. “No,” she admitted, “it wasn’t just a dream; it was a memory.” She swallowed and moved her hand from Glinda’s face to hold her hand. “It’s where you were when you were…when you were dead. I had to find you there and lead you back out. I’m sorry you had to remember like this.”
“Goodness,” Glinda murmured. “If that’s where I was, then I really owe you for saving me.” She paused. “Do you think this means I’ll remember everything else? Fiyero? My friends?”
“I don’t know.” Now that Glinda had calmed enough for Elphaba to think, she felt a pit of anxiety forming in her gut. Would she remember everything? She was going to be so upset if she found out Elphaba was trying to push her away. Fiyero was right; she should never have tried to do this.
But it was too late now, wasn’t it? She couldn’t take it back. Glinda would already feel betrayed if Elphaba told her the truth now, and she’d be furious if she remembered on her own. Either way, perhaps it would result in the very outcome Elphaba had planned regardless: Glinda would likely leave—but it wouldn’t be on good terms like she’d hoped.
Elphaba knew she should tell Glinda the truth before she remembered it, but she would need to give some thought to how to tell her and when. She didn’t want to drop it on her at a time like this, when Glinda was still shaken by her nightmare, but she couldn’t delay it for long if Glinda was already remembering bits and pieces.
“I can’t go back to sleep,” Glinda said, breaking Elphaba out of her thoughts. “I don’t want to feel that again.”
Elphaba glanced at the clock on the wall. Six in the evening, so they’d at least gotten a few hours of rest, but Glinda would need more sleep soon. She’d been getting tired so easily, and Elphaba didn’t want her making herself ill by pushing through it.
“It won’t hurt to stay up for now,” Elphaba said. “What can I do to help?”
“I don’t know,” Glinda said quietly. “I feel like there’s something really wrong with me and I don’t know what it is or what to do.”
“I’m so sorry,” Elphaba murmured. “This should never have happened to you. I’d do anything to reverse it if I could.”
“I’m just so tired,” Glinda said. “And my stomach is in knots all the time and I just can’t stop feeling like something’s missing. Like part of me got lost and it’s just gone forever.”
Elphaba’s heart felt like it might burst. Was this because she took too long to bring Glinda back? Or because she’d not been able to lead her the whole way? If Glinda was being literal and there was truly a piece of her missing, what if it was still in that dark place? What if it *was* gone forever, because Elphaba had been careless and lost it on the way back? She wouldn’t be able to find it again. Not if she needed their tether for it.
But what if Elphaba could find it? Was there anything stopping her from casting the spell again? She wouldn’t be bleeding out this time, and she’d have all the time in the world to look around. Not that she’d have any idea what she was looking for, but if she could find something that could help Glinda feel whole again, she needed to try.
“I’ll look for it,” Elphaba said.
Glinda gave her a quizzical look. “What?”
“I’ll look for it,” Elphaba repeated. “Your missing piece. I can’t promise I’ll find it, but I think I can go back to that place and look.”
Glinda’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not,” she said. “Have you already forgotten that you almost died last time?”
“That was different. That was because of the spell I used to heal you, not the one I used to bring you back.”
Glinda held her gaze for a long moment, then said, “Will it take me back there too?”’
Elphaba hesitated. “I don’t know,” she confessed. “It’s up to you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
Glinda nodded. “Let me think about it,” she said. “Maybe…maybe it’s just me. Maybe I just need more time.”
“I understand,” Elphaba said.
Except, she didn’t. She didn’t know how Glinda felt when she was trapped as a spirit, only that what she saw of it was agony. She didn’t even know whether that had been a new development—that touch she’d felt before may not have been Glinda’s attempts to comfort Elphaba; it could have been a cry for help, and she would never have known.
“Can you just…talk to me?” Glinda asked. “Distract me, please. Tell me about your life. I hardly know a thing about you, and I want to. Where are you from?”
Elphaba could do that, at least. “Munchkinland,” she said. “My father is the Governor there.”
Glinda nodded. She leaned against Elphaba’s shoulder and linked their arms together. “What’s it like there?”
They went on like that for a while, with Glinda asking questions and Elphaba answering them patiently. She could tell after a particularly long detour about her sister that Glinda was beginning to drift off again.
“Glinda,” Elphaba said softly, “do you want me to keep you awake longer?”
Glinda shook her head against Elphaba’s shoulder. “I’m feeling a little better now.” She fell silent for a moment, then said, “Elphie? Can I ask a big favor from you?”
“Of course,” Elphaba said. “What is it?”
“Would you lie down with me? And hold me while I sleep?” Glinda looked down and fiddled with her nails. “I know it’s silly. And you don’t have to. I just…think it would help.”
“It’s not silly,” Elphaba said. It was something they’d done a lot at school. One of them—usually Glinda—would have a hard day and climb into bed with the other, and they’d sleep like that through the entire night, no questions asked.
But it had become more frequent toward the end, and Elphaba couldn’t help but suspect that Glinda wasn’t having bad days at all, and had only grown used to that sleeping arrangement. Elphaba never mentioned it, though, because she didn’t want it to stop. She always slept better with Glinda nestled against her and their arms thrown around each other.
Elphaba moved to get into the bed and opened her arm for Glinda. It wouldn’t be comfortable with her injured arm tucked between them, but she didn’t care. Glinda fit perfectly against her, curled with her head tucked under Elphaba’s chin and her arm slung over her waist. Elphaba wrapped her own arm around Glinda’s back and held her there securely as she gently ran her fingers through her hair.
Glinda melted into her touch and sighed, her breath tickling the bare skin of Elphaba’s chest. “So much better,” she said. “Thank you for putting up with this. I know you think you owe it to me, but—”
“It’s not just that,” Elphaba said. “I want you to be happy.”
“You barely know me.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Elphaba’s fingers curled into Glinda’s hair, and she hoped her friend didn’t notice the way her heart picked up speed. Was now the time to come clean? It felt like a good time, but she didn’t want to ruin Glinda’s chances of getting enough sleep.
In the morning, she resolved. She’d let Glinda get one good long night’s rest, and then Elphaba would tell her the truth.
“Elphie?” Glinda said, her voice heavy with sleep.
“Yes?” Elphaba stopped herself from tacking on a my love to the end. She’d already slipped too much tonight.
“I think you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
Elphaba swallowed. “That can’t be true,” she said quietly. “You barely know me.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Glinda said, echoing Elphaba’s words back to her. She wearily tilted her head up to press a kiss to Elphaba’s cheek before curling back up against her.
Elphaba could hardly breathe as Glinda fell asleep, the touch of her lips lingering like static on her skin. She lay still as conflicting emotions warred in her chest: fear and affection and guilt and love, all battling for her focus.
The guilt won. Glinda was content for now, besides the aftereffects of her death and resurrection, but she wouldn’t be after she learned the truth. The one person she truly seemed to trust, even more so than the man she was supposed to be in love with, had deceived her. That trust would be gone, and all Glinda would have left here was someone she was considering ending things with. She’d be alone.
Tears gathered in Elphaba’s eyes, and she bit her tongue to keep from rousing Glinda. How could she have been so stupid? Of all the mistakes she’d made this week, this was the most preventable one. If she had stopped to think beyond her own fear, or if she had listened to Fiyero and talked to Glinda straight away, she wouldn’t have to face hurting her beloved friend again. Her dear, beloved Glinda, who had only known Elphaba for a day but already trusted her completely.
It wasn’t fair. Glinda deserved better than this from someone who dared to accept the title of her best friend.
Elphaba would do her best to make up for it if Glinda would allow it, but that decision was going to be in Glinda’s hands. If she wanted nothing to do with her after learning the truth, then Elphaba would accept it. It would hurt, but she would only be reaping what she’d sown, and she’d never beg forgiveness for such a painful betrayal.
She pressed a kiss to the top of Glinda’s head and closed her eyes, all too aware that this could be the last time she’d ever be able to hold Glinda like this, and she kept her lips against that familiar soft hair until sleep took her over, too.
When Elphaba woke, it wasn’t to the sun, and it wasn’t to Glinda’s movement against her. The lights in the infirmary had long been turned off and only the black of night showed through the windows. Glinda still snored quietly into her chest.
So what had woken her up? She’d thought it had been a noise of some sort, but she couldn’t hear anything now. Or…could she? She felt sluggish with lingering sleep and couldn’t quite process the sounds that she’d thought had been the ambient noise of the infirmary.
Elphaba couldn’t sit up and turn a lamp on without disturbing Glinda, but a peculiar anxiety buzzed in her veins as she lifted her head and tried to peer into the dark. Something didn’t feel right.
“Hello?” Elphaba whispered. “Is someone there?”
She heard the shuffling beside the cot half a second before a rough hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled hard enough to drag her half out of bed. She cried out at the sudden pain, but another hand clamped around her mouth to muffle her voice before her assailant pulled her upright, clamping her arms behind her back.
“Elphaba?” Glinda’s panicked voice sounded from the bed. “What’s going on?”
There was a click, and then dim light illuminated the room as Glinda’s bedside lamp came to life, and Elphaba’s heart nearly stopped. Never mind whoever held her hostage; a second figure stood behind Glinda and covered her mouth as well, their other arm wrapped tightly around her waist, fingers digging deep into her wrist to hold her still against their body.
Elphaba thought at first that they were Emerald Guards—they wore the uniforms—but she could see the face of the man behind Glinda and recognized him immediately. She didn’t even know his name yet considering how badly things had gone before she could properly meet the council, but she knew him as being one of Mr. Sedrick’s assistants.
“What the devil am I supposed to do with this one?” he hissed quietly. “Why were they not in separate beds?”
“They weren’t earlier,” the man holding Elphaba muttered. She recognized his voice, too—Charlton, a member of the palace staff. A janitor. He’d seemed nice when he’d come to clean her room before. “They’re obviously close. Just snap her neck and help me take care of the Witch.”
Elphaba tried to cry “No,” but the words didn’t make it out around the janitor’s hand.
“With my bare hands?” Glinda’s captor scowled. “Do you know how hard it is to do that? And what if she’s innocent?”
“Just fucking kill her, Ellis,” Charlton snarled. “Use the knife, man. Do you want this to turn out to be an assassination attempt?”
Elphaba managed to pull her good arm free and dug her nails hard into the hand covering her mouth. Charlton shouted and yanked his hand away, giving Elphaba just enough time to scream for help and pray that Mrs. Pritchett would hear.
Charlton shifted to grip Elphaba’s injured arm instead, and he used the pain of it to push her onto the bed, where he pinned her other arm down with a knee and wrapped his hand around her throat.
“Shut up, you filthy, murderous bitch,” Charlton snapped. “The rest of Oz may not know what you’ve done, but you’ll pay for it.”
Elphaba didn’t pay any attention to him. Her eyes were glued to Glinda, who struggled against Ellis’s grip on her, but stared straight back at Elphaba with fear etched onto her features.
She could feel it happening again. The pressure began as a seed in her chest and mounted with every second that the hand around her neck deprived her of oxygen. She recognized it for what it was this time, and she pushed it deep, deep down. Maybe it would save her, but it would likely hurt Glinda again, and she couldn’t let it. At least if she didn’t unleash her power, Glinda stood a chance at survival. Just as long as someone got there in time.
Oz, Elphaba hoped someone would come. Fuzzy black spots swarmed her vision, but she didn’t break eye contact with Glinda. She needed her to know that she wasn’t alone, that even if Elphaba didn’t survive this, she was thinking about Glinda to the last second. And, though she couldn’t say it out loud, she tried to convey her love to Glinda through her eyes. I love you, she thought, projecting the words as if she could wedge them into her friend’s mind. I love you. I love you. I love you.
She felt on the verge of unconsciousness when the infirmary door burst open. She couldn’t see it, but she heard it hit the wall, and a moment later an earsplitting shot rang through the room. Elphaba gasped as the blood rushed back to her head, pounding so violently with every beat of her heart that she couldn’t see for a few moments.
Half a second later, there was another shot, and Glinda yelped as Ellis released his grip on her to crumple to the floor.
“Elphie!”
Elphaba felt Glinda’s hands on her before her vision cleared enough to see the blonde leaning overhead, her dark eyes wet with tears.
“Elphaba?” Glinda cupped her cheek as the tears spilled down her face. “Elphie, are you okay? Talk to me.”
Elphaba drew a ragged breath and pushed herself upright to reach for Glinda’s hand. “I’m all right,” she wheezed. “Did he hurt you?”
Glinda shook her head. “I don’t think he wanted to,” she whispered. “They were here for you.”
“I know.”
“Oh, Oz.” Glinda enveloped her in a tight hug. “I thought you were going to die.” Elphaba felt her shoulders heave with the weight of a sob. “I felt—I felt like—like that would be the worst thing to ever h-happen to me,” she cried. “I don’t understand. I’ve never been so scared.”
Elphaba heaved a sigh and squeezed Glinda tight before pulling back until their only point of contact was their hands. “I need to tell you something,” Elphaba said. “Before I lose the chance.”
“Madame? What in Oz has happened here?”
The voice at their side startled Elphaba, and she looked to find Mr. Sedrick red-faced and trembling with anger at the foot of the bed.
“Assassins,” Elphaba murmured. “Not very good ones.”
“This is obscene,” Mr. Sedrick muttered. “Our own people—Where is Amos? Anyone?”
He gazed around the room at the handful of guards who must have been the ones to kill the assassins, and one of them scurried toward the door. “I’ll fetch him,” he said.
“I’m so sorry, Your Greatness,” Mr. Sedrick said. “This should never have happened. I’ll be having a talk with the captain about security, but in the meantime—” he snapped his fingers at the two remaining guards— “you’ll have someone with you at all times. Sleep in your own room with a guard at the balcony and one outside your door. I’ll have Mrs. Pritchett tend to you upstairs. Come along, now. Let’s get you somewhere safer.”
“Wait,” Elphaba said. “I need to talk to Glinda. Privately.”
“Nonsense,” Mr. Sedrick said. “There’s been an attempt on your life. We don’t know who else may be involved.”
Glinda’s grip on her hand tightened.
“She isn’t,” Elphaba said firmly. “If I can’t stay here, she can come with me.”
“Later,” Mr. Sedrick insisted. “This prompts a thorough investigation. Everyone in the palace must be looked into, and that includes guests.”
Elphaba clenched her jaw. He clearly wasn’t going to budge, but she couldn’t stand to leave Glinda on her own after something like this. “Then make sure she’s safe,” Elphaba said. “She gets a guard, too, and you’ll talk to her first. Send her to me as soon as you can.”
“Very well.”
Elphaba turned back to Glinda and brushed the tears from her cheek. “I’m sorry,” she said. “We’ll talk later.” No more pretense, Elpahaba thought. Glinda would know the truth soon enough. She wouldn’t hold herself back any longer. “It won’t be long, my sweet, I promise,” Elphaba said. And that was a promise she would keep, even if she had to break out of the palace to do it.
“Elphie…” Glinda looked as if she didn’t know what to say.
Elphaba took a shaky breath and pressed a long, soft kiss to Glinda’s forehead. “Be safe,” she said. “I love you.”
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razorblade180 · 21 hours ago
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So I've always wondered about something. You always have said that Dragonslayer is your otp for RWBY with whiteknight taking a close second. So is there any reason why you haven't written more with Jaune, Weiss , and Yang as a throuple? Is it just vibes?
I just never really think about it. My mind doesn’t go there. I honestly don’t think of most throuple ships; especially in the RWBY fandom. 
A part of it feels like the saying, “This is the level of greed they talk about in the Bible.”
The other part is I think because I’ve experienced the intense ship wars in this fandom for years alongside the carnal hate Jaune brings out of people, subconsciously there’s certain lines in the sand that make me go “Nah.” Like I have the free will to write Yang with Blake and Jaune, but then there’s a slight buzzing in the back of my head. I don’t care enough to invite those potential problems, so I don’t.
I tell people all the time I’m a Jaune Arc enthusiast, not a Jaune Arc fan, because I know how deep that iceberg gets with some of his fans and I’m dealing with all that. Nothing is more tiring than reading a comment on a silly little prompt that’s incredibly dumb or misses the point.
All that being said…I find it hilarious you can add Nora to any couple and suddenly everyone is like “haha, nice” like she’s the great equalizer that ensures this was clearly for fun. She is college fun coded and I love that about her. She is the chaos theory. Doesn’t matter if the ship is silly or serious.
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He was always so quiet, that was part of what was so difficult - never knowing what he was thinking, having to assume and fill in so many of the gaps on her own. Even being unable to decipher his inner workings, she was emotionally intelligent enough to feel the shift in the air around them, and then he dropped her hand. He dropped her hand and Cora, who had taken a good deal of blows in this relationship (always desired, obviously), felt like she’d been struck in the worst way. Another stir in her gut, this time it was some of that fire that she’d worried had been extinguished. There wasn’t much space between them in the elevator, but she closed it, stopping herself about two steps from him, pulling up to her full height to look him dead in the eyes. 
Hands went to her hip, brow furrowed, a frown on her lips. “Declan…" A quick pause. "Do you have a middle name?” She shook her head, that wasn't the point. Starting over, words firm, “Declan Whateveryourmiddlenameis Archer, if you think that this is me trying to end things, or me not wanting you exactly as you are, you’re an idiot.” She said it with her whole chest, sounding quite like herself again, unafraid of what might come her way. Besides, it’s not like she meant it. Because he couldn’t think that, could he? Not really. It had been a weird night, just like she said, but not this kind of weird. Not nuke-the-best-thing-that’s-happened-to-you-in-years. She didn’t touch his comment about the house. How could she? For her it would probably never really feel like hers, but that wasn’t the issue so she left it. 
“I’m yours.” She reached for her diamond then, touching it and softening her expression. “I’m yours and you’re a little bit mine too, okay? I wasn’t trying to complain. I wasn’t trying to say that I’m not comfortable with you. I’m saying I don’t know how to be right now. I’m saying a man put his fingers inside of me and wanted to do a lot more than that and I feel like I’m going to scream and explode and dissolve and evaporate all at once.” Her voice was raspy, filled with emotion, and a few more tears trailed down her cheeks. This time she left them, tired of the maintenance of keeping her face clean. “But if you weren’t what I wanted or what I needed, why would I call your brother? Why were you my first thought when I thought of safety?” A big feeling, a combination of a few small words, was nestled right behind her teeth, but she couldn’t untangle enough of the emotion in her chest from tonight to let them loose. So she swallowed it and tilted her head, “You’re right where I belong, and we both know that, or I wouldn’t be here.”
Declan nodded along as she spoke, tried to explain what was going on inside her head right now. This was his Achilles heal, and it always had been; navigating emotions. It wasn't that he couldn't understand or relate, it wasn't that he couldn't read emotions or translate them. But he operated on a different level than most people, and he knew that about himself. So when things got this intense, this deep, he had to resort to guessing at her inner workings. And he hated guessing at things. Partly because he hardly ever had to. Reading people, understanding what drives them, motivates them, and using that understanding to his benefit - that was almost second nature. Rarely was he wrong about someone, and he'd come to rely on that. But this was out of his comfort zone. He could admit that to himself. Perhaps even happily so, because who in their right mind would want this to be in their comfort zone?
He didn't seem to balk at anything she said, didn't frown or pull away. He just looked at her with that attentive look in his eyes, thumb caressing the curve of her cheek. Like she wasn't telling him that what he offered, despite it being more than he'd ever been comfortable offering this early on, wasn't enough right now. Like she wasn't pulling away from him. Before he could give her a response, the elevator dinged and the door opened to the parking garage. His car was right beside the elevator, with Tim sitting behind the wheel.
Declan extended a hand towards Tim, letting him know not to get out if the car, but he didn't remove his eyes from Cora. He just shifted himself into the opening of the elevator, making sure the doors wouldn't close again. Then his brows finally inched a little closer together, the first real change in his expression. "Cora, I can't change the nature of our relationship. I can't change how it started. And I can't..." he paused, letting out a measured breath, "I can't be someone I'm not. Not even for you." It was him who moved to release her from his hand, needing that bit of space. "And you can't change how you feel about that. So..."
He paused for a moment before finishing his sentence, like somehow it wasn't as easy to get out as it should be. "If I'm not what you need, I can make other arrangements for you. You can stay here with Marcus for a while? He won't mind - not really. Or I can book a hotel room for you? Or take you somewhere else." He glanced down at her backpack, dropped on the floor where he'd left it without thought in order to wipe tears from her cheeks. He picked it back up. "It's your choice. Just know that... while it may be my house, I consider it our home, and that remains true regardless of where you sleep tonight. Or any other night." He'd let her go, he really would, if that was what she needed from him.
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rand0m-rant1ngz · 2 years ago
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filmed myself having a breakdown, went to shower, cried some more, wrote a half-su*cidal poem
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itspileofgoodthings · 27 days ago
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#if you don’t mind could you say a quick prayer that I can not make things worse with my seniors?#I do feel very much that the problem is me (hi! I’m the problem it’s me)#because they’re just suuuuuch a hard personality match for me as a group#but I can feel myself sort of closing off and not wanting to stay open and I can feel myself wanting to hate them#frankly#but that’s just because I’m imperfect and tired#I am forcing myself to go through the class and think about each kid#and actually there is only really one bad apple maybe two but really I think it’s one!#but it is casting a huge shadow#also I hate to say it but many are annoying#aosiieksisie they just are. but they’re not bad kids! and they want to have a good relationship with me and I need to let that happen#but yeah. I just want to shut myself off from them completely#but I am either not old enough to teach a class well and do that. I have not unlocked that power#there has to be a baseline of goodwill and camaraderie#or I will never be able to not have it and will always need it#but in either case. I need it here. and it’s hard#the worst part is that they ! make ! me ! shy !#freaking introverts are so annoying sometimes I swear#YOU DON’t HAVE A MONOPOLY ON DISCOMFORT IN SOCIAL SITUATIONS#and you CREATE it as well as suffer it !!!!!!!!!!!!#sorry. see what I mean? I am getting irrationally angry at them for being the way that they are#but it’s because *I* am suffering because of them#lol. except it isn’t lol I am serious#anyway just trying to get this out#thanks for listening#teaching tag
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waywardstation · 3 months ago
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hi! i havent been on tumblr in a Hot minute but i wanted to come here JUST to tell you that hfbe might be my fave pla fic ive read ao far! the worldbuilding and the characterization of everyone just feels so so right i fall in love
i reread it on ao3 and even tho its not completed its still a joy to reread everytime
Hello hello!! Anon you have no idea how much it meant to me to get to read this. Knowing I put something out there that you wanted to back to and reread means A LOT.
I’m glad you like it so much but man I have been editing the first two chapters (fixing errors, making characters say and do things that are more in line with how I write them now, and just adding scenes in between to help things seem more clear or hit harder), and I’m like man this really isn’t that good haha.
It’s fun to see how much I think I’ve improved since I’ve started trying to write fanfics (I wasn’t aware of how obsessed I had been with commas and run-on sentences at the start lol)
So reading this nice message really gives me such a boost of motivation. I’m so glad you like the worldbuilding, and it makes me excited to get more out because later chapters are when I really introduce specifics on a lot of things. Namely the Pearl Clan’s hunting parties, that has been my favorite.
Now I just gotta get more out! Hoping to put more out for you to read soon kind anon, I really appreciate that you find it’s something you like to reread!
For now, here is a snippet below the cut; I am unsure if I have shared this before, but it’s a scene where Ingo is preparing to advocate for the Clan to use pokeballs to store their pokemon in, so that there is less food consumption (as in HFBE, it’s emphasized that pokeballs put pokemon into a stasis where they don’t need to eat, drink, sleep, etc. for as long as they’re in them. Ingo does it with his pokemon, and he wants the clan to do it too, for their own sakes).
Wording is subject to change (VERY MUCH SO), but enjoy!
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“Excuse me Miss Irida, but may we talk for a moment?”
The Pearl Clan leader turned back to see Ingo – he was trailing behind the group, purposefully so. He had been waiting for the right moment to approach her.
“Right now?” Irida’s eyes flickered back over the tops of people’s heads, up towards the communal hall at the top of the hill. “I’m sorry, but can it wait until after the meeting?”
“It is actually about the meeting.” Ingo’s grey eyes were unwavering, waiting — he wanted to ask her something. And Ingo was not one to usually ask for things.
“Ok,” She relented, pausing in the snow both so he could catch up, and they could have their conversation with some privacy. “You have until we reach the hall.”
“Thank you, I assure you it will be quick.” Ingo fell into step beside her, shuffling through the snow as they now both trailed behind the group heading towards the warm hall. He kept his head tilted down just like her, using the brim of his hat to protect against the wind and snowfall. “I, well… I am planning to re-propose a proposition at this meeting tonight. I’d like to make another attempt at advocating for the use of pokeballs.”
“Tonight? Are you serious?” Irida lowered her voice for his sake, looking back between him and the group. How could he possibly think about proposing that when this meeting was for them to discuss how to prepare for this famine? “I’m saying this not as your leader but as your friend, Ingo; now is absolutely not a good time for that. Everyone is already going into this meeting angry. And if you try and start this again, they’re going to-”
Irida took a deep breath; she was already getting stressed over it.
“You know how people are going to react to that. You know who it’s going to upset, Ingo. Especially after last time. And you said you’d let it go.”
“I am well aware of what I said and I intended to stick to it, but these circumstances have changed our tracks, and I believe this may save us from derailing!” Ingo whispered back. He kept throwing quick glances at the nearing hall, gauging how much time he had left to persuade her. “Pokeballs can help us much more than the clan realizes – I’m confident that this can bring us closer to a solution, if not at least be a part of one!”
Irritation and confusion were replaced with genuine curiosity, but a fleck of doubt hesitantly followed after. Irida shook her head, not understanding. “How could they possibly help with all of this?”
“I will explain that in the meeting.” Having conquered the snowy hill, the two reached the warm light that spilled through the hall’s windows to project onto the snow. “But to do that, I need to actually present my proposal, and I’m afraid that will be difficult with the elders tonight. I am trying this for the fourth time now, and I’m aware of how this will most likely be received. I expect they’ll call to send me back to my seat before I even start.”
Ingo paused just outside the doors, waiting for Irida to go in first — she could do so and end the conversation right now if she wanted to, but she didn’t. Instead she stood there, staring at their fading shoeprints in the snow.
Irida could see why he approached her about this now, and a part of her felt sorry for him. “So you want me to vouch for you.”
“Not the proposal itself. Just the time to talk.”
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transmechanicus · 3 months ago
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I’m allowed one (1) vent of the colossal amounts of pressure my body and mind are under per month and i usually do my best to bury it in the early hours of the morning, so now that i’ve provided this valuable and important context:
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#my stuff#i need to be beaten to death i need to be eaten alive i need to be slashed and stabbed and burned to ash#nothing i do will ever EVER be enough to make up for the existential guilt that gnaws at my soul#i’m hungry i’m tired i’m stressed about work and the safety and well-being of my family and friends#i miss my goddamn ex over a year after the end of a 6 month relationship like a pathetic wretch#i will never be pretty the way i wanted to be as a child and can only make myself enough of a freak that i don’t care#i want to be brutally harmed so the flesh of my body will show a fraction of the damage i feel inside#these wounds do not heal no matter how much i try to treat them with friendship and food and music and life#it is all insufficient. i was not supposed to live this long.#i try every day to be kind and to make the world a better place so that maybe just maybe i can say i earned the right to live that day#it never feels like enough. it probly never will#i’m so angry i’m so sad i feel incurable lonely no matter how much time i spend with friends#as soon as the call is over or i head home the darkness washes right back in and i feel like an abandoned cat on the roadside again#i want everything to be okay. It’s not right now#i want everyone i love to be warm to be safe to have enough to eat but I AM NOT GOD#i can’t fix everything no matter how much it makes me writhe inside#i’m a broke fucking grad student with a useless fucking project and they should bury me alive in the field research camp#perhaps a vegetable would cause less despair
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strawberrylovely · 28 days ago
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i hate a “i’m gayer than you” bitch
especially if you’re also bisexual. and especially if we’re both dating men. you don’t have to put me down just because you feel insecure that you’re marrying a man.
“i was basically a lesbian before i met my male partner”
cool and i had never been with anyone, male or female, perpetually single, but i was looking for a girlfriend because i had only recently figured out my own sexuality before i met my partner. maybe you’ve slept with more women than i have but 1. i doubt it (considering what you’ve told me and how much younger you are than me/how long you and your partner have been together) and 2. we are still both bisexual and currently dating men???? don’t talk about how you’re gayer than me bitch you’re not even currently dating a woman i don’t care if you’re 90/10 percentage wise. also, your man is straight, versus mine who is bisexual. so technically, my relationship is gayer than yours.
but like, why are we comparing in the first place?? because you feel insecure??
i recognize that i’m fat AND femme but that’s my own gender expression that makes me feel good about myself. what i wear or look like doesn’t determine whether or not i’m gay. just like you bitch.
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maybeicanbesaved · 4 months ago
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got into yet another fight with my mom, again about voting/the election, she said that she’s only voted once in her life and never cares to again because she ‘doesn’t care about politics’, saying that shit almost proudly?? and it set me off for obvious reasons, then she got mad at me for saying it’s because she’s privileged and ‘most’ shit doesn’t affect her directly so she can afford ‘not to care’
#i’m so tired man#yeah because you’re a cis straight white woman#but what about your queer child?#what about other lgbtq+ people? you say you support them/us but apparently not enough if you don’t care to vote#and then she started on about how kamala is just as bad if not worse#bc she’s an easily influenced boomer and listens to other dumbfuck boomers#plus the internalized misogyny#i just can’t yall#i know some have it worse with their parent/family member being full on pro trump but this#is just so fucking frustrating#not to mention my bitch sister who within the past couple years moved to the midwest with her abusive bf & got knocked up twice#is suddenly loudly pro trump#the same woman who a mere handful of years ago was about to marry her trans girlfriend (whom she also dated before they realized they#were trans!!)#the same woman who has dated girls multiple times#and had more than a few abortions#like just because you now have two children and no longer interested in having abortions no women should have them?? fucking hypocrite#she just disgusts me#like did he beat the brain cells out of you or did all the heroin you used to do kill them#i’m sorry im just so fucking angry with her like i didn’t think i could get more pissed/upset with her#after she ‘indirectly’ killed my cats#which i will never ever forgive her for#but this is just extra on top#legit no longer acknowledge her as my sister - i now only have one vs the two i was raised with idfc im better off#i’m just tired#and it’s not even an ‘election time’ thing this is just … never gonna end/change huh#personal#tdl#vent
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goldkirk · 7 months ago
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authenticcadence18 · 23 hours ago
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#about to get personal here but it’s my blog I can do what I want#I think perhaps I will never date again#the thought of doing so makes me feel ill#I miss parts of being in a relationship#but the pain of it the anxiety the getting to know someone and letting them in#when they could leave you behind or change at any instant#why would I put myself through that#and with someone I barely know#I’d love to fall in love with a friend but ahaha a I don’t see that happening rn I love all my friends platonically#and b I never want to lose a friend to romantic angst again#I try dating apps but it just doesn’t feel right to me I almost feel angry like it’s not genuine#how is it so easy for other people to date and have crushes and fall in love why is it so hard for me#it just hurts#I don’t know what I want I just want to believe I’m capable of being loved the way I want#someone worth traveling for someone worth sacrificing for#I believe I am in a platonic and familial way#but I truly don’t believe I’ll ever find a romantic soulmate#and it’s ok. but it hurts. it hurts so much.#my heart just feels heavy it’s so easy for the other people I’m surrounded with (not everyone ofc but many of them)#what’s wrong with me#why am I not good enough#personal#and it’s been over a fucking year why does it hurt so much still I’m just tired man#and I don’t even trust myself I don’t want to love anyone wrong and hurt them again bc lord knows I’m imperfect#I just think I’m the common denominator I’m the problem I just don’t know how to fix it :(
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