#but he's an old man so I would show hole anyway

[vernonroche269]

how do you feel about a ploughing potty-mouth with a monocle? hot as lebioda's infected left testicle or unfuckable like a rock troll's tightly clenched fist?

The thought of him makes me drier than Bart's gnarled and sundried prick.

[fairlyang]

mystery girl 🕷️

w/c: 2.2K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. pure filth, desperate to be fucked, amazing friend shows you the way, male glory hole, choosing the thick one, age gap (20’s & 30’s), sucking dick, save a horse ride a cowboy (kinda)

a/n: bro it’s been a month since I had this idea but I was so preoccupied with the other 183749272 of my wips she was left behind🥲 but alas the reverse rookie finally (i was gonna write abt clothes but it flew past me- I was imagining a dress!)

part 1.2 — part 1.3

you were growing tired of the endless swiping on tinder and absolute douchebags you stumbled across, all that just to find someone for a small fling was way too much

at that point you’d have better luck finding someone at a bar but you also weren’t in the mood to converse with someone, especially whilst ovulating when you just needed to pounce on someone, no questions asked

so when complaining to your friends about your hungry need but lack of sex, they told you to go to a nearby sex toy store because they had gloryholes in the back. you were so stunned to even say anything because you couldn’t believe something like that even existed, let alone so close to you

one of them even offered to go with you that same night because you were already squeezing your thighs together in desperation and so you wouldn’t feel so nervous. you said yes of course and that was when she told you they also had an adult theater and you nearly fell off the couch

after a short drive of five minutes tops, you had arrived and you thought maybe you’d look around or something but nope your friend just grabbed your hand and went straight to the back. she waved at the cashier and gave him a smile, “hey al, is it busy tonight?”

al shrugged then nodded and she gave him a thumbs up before dragging you past the door and taking a right turn. “he doesn’t look like he’s meant to work here of all places.” you joke and she laughs

the man had two long braids, a tie dye shirt and what looked to be camo shorts with sandals. just absolutely random but she waved you off

“al’s cool, this is his part time-“ she utters, making you snicker

“fucked him too huh?” you tease making her roll her eyes

“and what about it?” she says playfully earning herself an eye roll

she led you the whole way through now taking a left and entering the first door, loud moans immediately being heard

“these over here are straight men and the others are gay men.” she explains and points to each section

you both walk over to the left side to where the straight guys would be and it was better quality than expected

instead of it being literal holes on walls it had a fancier getup, the men’s torsos were sticking out of a hole while laying down on some sort of table and their upper half was hidden behind black fabric. they all had pictures above their hole with a picture of their faces and their ages

“this is insane.” you mutter and she excitedly nods

“go have your pick! and don’t be afraid to be picky, choose what you need girl.” she says making you roll your eyes

she says that when there’s only two available guys anyway. There were three other guys with girls on top of them, riding away and letting out the craziest of moans

so you walk directly to the first available guy and look at his picture. a cute white guy, looked mature, thirty three years old and his name was Peter

he must’ve sensed your presence because his cock twitched. he was very long but not so thick

you preferred the girth so you went on to the one next to him and your eyes nearly fell out of their sockets

this one was fucking long and thick. so fucking thick you thought it’d be impossible to fit inside you

but anything was possible

so you looked at his picture and were pleasantly surprised to find a latino, not only that but a fine one. he was thirty four years old and his name was Miguel

how the hell both of these man were in here is beyond you but you’re so feeling so fucking lucky because Miguel’s cock was exactly what you’ve been needing

you just want to be filled to the absolute brim, feel a cock stretch you out as if it were the first time

so you climbed onto the table and Miguel’s cock also twitched out of excitement. meanwhile your friend jumped on top of Peter and was already positioning his cock to her entrance

crazy girl

you were wet but you felt like you had to be fucking drenched to be able to take him all so you scoot down his body and taking a hold of his cock. you kitten licked the tip causing for precum to leak immediately, poor guy must’ve been waiting a while..

you decide to not waste anymore time, for both your sakes and spit on it, letting it dribble down his length before stroking him with both hands. you were nearly drooling just looking at it but you couldn’t really be blamed

miguel was already moaning mainly because the girls were looking past him because he was just too thick and they couldn’t handle it. so he had to give props to his mystery girl that was hopefully going to give him a proper shot

he was already cheered up just by you knowing what you were doing. if this was all he was gonna get he’d be content with it

but you didn’t come here to please a man, that’s never top priority, top priority is taking care of yourself. though hearing his moans were just slightly changing your mind on that, you were already starting to drip through your panties

maybe it was the fact that you were only stroking him and he was moaning for you just from that, or maybe because he was a hot older man and you never had the confidence to go for men like him

definitely the latter

you figured it was enough teasing and started to take him in your mouth, or at least tried to because it was much more than you were expecting

for now you were able to take a little bit past his tip, which wasn’t too bad considering you hadn’t sucked a dick this thick and his groans weren’t exactly saying you’re doing a bad job so you continued

you started to stroke him as you tried to take more of him then pull back and going back for more. this only had him trying his hardest to not push his hips up

you bobbed your head back and forth, now able to take half of it which was for sure an accomplishment. you only prayed your pussy could do the same

he continued with his melody of grunts and groans, then some praises came along

“fuck just like that baby.”

“taking this cock so well.”

“such a good fucking girl.”

as soon as the first praise left his lips you started going faster, hearing the other two only left you moaning against him

he groaned and subconsciously lifted his hips up making you take nearly all of it

you closed your eyes and started to go lower, stroking the last bit that you couldn’t fit

you swirled your tongue against his underside as you bopped your head up and down faster resulting in him moaning even louder

at this point you were absolutely drenched and you could feel him twitch in your mouth so you fully pulled away

he thought that was it so he was preparing himself for the worst while you sat up and climbed on top of his lap, hovering over his dick as you pulled your dress up and slid your panties to the side

you lowered yourself down, grabbing his dick, and positioning it to your entrance

first you swirled the tip against your folds, just so your wetness can act as lube because you’ll need it

you then decided to grind against the entire length and it felt so amazing

you moaned and shivered as he brought a hand out just to put it on your hip, lightly squeezing the skin

finally it was time and you prayed for the best

you straightened his cock and positioned it to your entrance again, except this time you slowly were moving down. his tip alone was a painful stretch so you just stayed there biting your lip until the pain went away

it took a few more minutes before you moved down the tiniest bit. he was so much thicker than you antipciated. you thought your toys would’ve prepared you but they were to no luck helpful

you took a deep breath then let it out before going down a little more, probably not even at the half way point yet

it was starting to feel better so you brought yourself up then went down to where you could take it. you sighed after doing it again, now feeling a mix of pain and pleasure but mostly ignoring the pain

you took a good two inches when you finally felt comfortable so you went even lower, finally hitting the hallway point. “you’re doing so good baby.” he murmured, fighting back the urge to cum right then and there

you clenched against him making you both moan which was a good sign

you decided enough was enough and slammed down, whimpers escaping your lips as Miguel moaned in bliss

his hand rubbed your thigh softly as you slowly come up then slam down again. “Fuck-!“

it was now fully pleasure and you could feel him fill you entirely. his cock felt perfect inside you and you should’ve complained about your sex life sooner

you lower your body down, arching your back as you move your ass up and down. you closed your eyes and moaned every time you went all the way down

his tip was nearly grazing your sweet spot and if you went any faster both of you would be goners

but for now you took your time. it was so sensual as well as hot. Miguel had his arms behind his head just wishing he could see you. he also wanted to kiss you as he pounded into you so he could feel you moan in his mouth but it was a glory hole for a reason

you finally started moving a bit faster now, your ass smacking against his thighs each time you came down. the sounds were driving him insane

you sounded so wet and your voice was so angelic. every noise you made had him wanting to hear more of you

so he did the logical thing to be able to do that and thrusted his hips against you, taking you by surprise. he wanted to be selfish, he’s been dying to cum and you’re the first girl who dared to try his cock out today so he started to thrust his hips upwards.

he was now pounding into you as you held your position because there was no point in moving now. he groaned as he started going faster and harder, you just felt so fucking good he couldn’t help himself

he needed to have all of you so bad

he was going at such a brutal pace you thought he was going to fully come out of the hole just to fuck you properly but he didn’t

instead he took his other hand out, stopping for a solid second just to bring your ass down and wrapping his arms around you. he held on tightly and before you could object, he went back to pounding into you, no point in waiting so he went at the exact same pace again

you moaned out as he fucked you harder, the sounds from your corner being the loudest out of the whole room but you didn’t care. the sexiest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on was fucking you as if you were his to take and you weren’t going to stop him

you’ve been so desperate for a hookup like this you should’ve known to look for the older men over guys your age. of fucking course a thirty year old was gonna know what to do over someone in their twenties

you were already thinking far ahead to think any time you’re horny to just drop by since it was so close and just let him fuck you however he wants in the adult theater

but the current moment was perfect too

he was mumbling dirty nothings as he mercilessly pounded into you, feeling that familiar feeling in his abdomen already. it wasn’t his fault you had such a tight pussy that must’ve been made just for him. like a missing puzzle piece

he was a groaning mess and you could just tell that you were creaming on his dick because of how wet it sounded. “fuck please don’t stop-“

his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his grip on you loosened. he changed to now doing deeper thrusts which was a perfect switch because he was hitting your g spot with every thrust and you were feeling so close to your orgasm

you tightened around him which only made him go even faster as you both moaned for one another. that did it for him and he came inside you. you whimpered and brought your body back up just for your orgasm to hit you hard and lift your hips up as he filled you completely

your heart was racing, your body was shaking, and you just closed your eyes to calm yourself down while still having him inside you

he pumped you full and you couldn’t even be bothered to complain or fight him on it. it’s what you fucking craved and deserved so maybe you gotta thank him instead

next part

[jarofstyles]

Illicit

Hello my loves! Welcome to the first part of our next mini series we've been working on behind the scenes. The next 2 parts are available immediately on Patreon now, but will be updated here in the next few weeks!

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Warnings- cheating ( WITH y/n), Asshole Harry, I hate everyone but her, old money/wealth, toxic relationship dynamic, harry is mean and will be mean but not to Y/N lmao, smut

WC- 2.4k

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Harry had just finished cleaning himself of cum as his phone rang. 

It was his girlfriend. ‘Girlfriend’, really, because this wasn’t a real relationship. Not in his mind, anyways. 

“What?” His voice was a sharp whip, already annoyed that the post orgasm bliss had been interrupted by Katherine. Y/N was sitting next to him, her leg thrown over his thigh as fingers traced over his chest, absentminded circles pausing when she heard his attitude already. Her brow raised as he lifted the phone to show the name on the screen, making her nod, lips turning down. That irritated him further. 

“When are you coming to get me?” A voice that pierced his ears made him close his eyes, a dull throb beginning to coast down his head. “Daddy said you’re coming to the event and you were going to pick me up!” 

She was huffing like a child, not wanting to wait. Realistically, he would leave in 30 minutes. Y/N would stay curled up in his bed and wait for him to come home before he took her away to one of his family cabin’s with the rest of their friend group- the ones who knew of him and Y/N. He would spend the entire night trying to think of an excuse to get back to her early, and hoping Katherine wouldn’t throw a fit about not being able to come on this ‘business trip’.  

“You live with your father. Could you have not shared a ride?” His tone was icy, something Y/N had never been the recipient of. Thank god, really. As sexy as it was to hear him talk like that to other people, it would definitely make her cry. The man was intense, even he knew that, but not everyone seemed to catch on. 

“Hazza! Come on.” She whined. “He already left and stopped by the office. I’m getting ready now but we have to be early for the photos!” As if that was going to help her cause. It was like the girl had a handbook on how to say the wrong things. 

Harry didn’t do those stupid step and repeats. While Katherine loved being the center of attention, it wasn’t something Harry desired. In actuality, he detested it. He hated paparazzi and had broken 2 cameras from having them in his face without a second glance. No aggression, the picture of calm with pure ice on his face as he did so. If they valued their possessions, they shouldn’t be shoving them in people’s way. That’s what he thought, at least. 

“I’ll be there in an hour. I’m not doing those photos. I don’t care what you do. Now stop calling me when I'm in the middle of things. You know if I don’t answer once, wait for further instruction.” He paused. “And stop calling me that childish nickname. I don’t find it cute or endearing, it’s embarrassing. Goodbye.”

There was a sharp squeak as he hung up the phone and threw it to the ground, rolling Y/N around onto her back and sliding his still sticky cock back inside of her yet again. His annoyance was clear on his face, but it quickly melted away as her arms wrapped around him and her lips covered his face with soft coos, legs pulling him in deeper. Maybe she was a bit sore, maybe his last load was still dripping out of her messy hole, but she knew exactly how the man needed to express himself. 

“I know.” Her silky voice wrapped around his tension and broke it down, slow thrusts inside of her quelling the bubbling irritation in his stomach and turning it into arousal. Y/N could read his stone cold features, knew what his eye twitch meant, the simple movement of a brow or the tiniest down or upturn of lip. This magnificent woman seemed to have him all figured out, and he felt like shit for having to leave and be seen with another woman. “I know, baby. Only a few more months.” Fingers stroked his hair back, guiding his lips to her own.

 He kissed her back, eyes squeezing shut as he allowed himself to lose the anger that had developed by focusing on her. The heat of her cunt wrapped up tight around him, snug. Fitting him perfectly, just as it always had. Y/N was the one he had wanted to take to these things, but he had to wait. For once, his patience wasn’t being practiced. 

The best thing in his life had to be hidden from most people, all because he had taken a stupid deal. He had to go out with the girl who thought she was going to be the next Mrs.Styles, while all he wanted to do was stay nestled in his luxury sheets with Y/N’s soft, supple body to worship. 

It was all his fault, though. 

He had always been ambitious. Ruthless, some may say, but he knew that to a degree he could be cruel to get what he wanted. That was how had been raised. His father had put that right into his head, doing anything for success, power, money… that’s how he ended up in this situation. 

In order to secure the deal of a lifetime, he had agreed to date the man’s daughter. Maybe that sounded cruel, but he knew the intentions from the get go. The man was using his conventionally pretty, high society daughter to try and sweeten the deal- but he knew the true motivation. An attempt to get him into the family and continue having control of the company through his daughter’s supposed relationship with him. If only he had been smarter, if he had done more research. He would know he was sending a sacrificial lamb right into Harry’s awaiting lion jaws. 

See, she had been no stranger to him. Katherine had been after him for quite a while. They were acquainted to a certain degree, running in similar circles and society dinners. The crush, more so the obsession she had with Harry had been no secret to anyone. She claimed to have been in love with him, but Harry knew what it truly was. A lust for money. An infatuation with the power he could secure her. She loved what Harry could represent for her, not only to secure place in the society she had been thrown into as she grew up- but to elevate it. She knew the score, knew what Harry’s ring could mean. 

Katherine knew nothing of his true personality, his likes, his dislikes, his jokes. All of those things were reserved for the tiniest selection of people that she only knew of in passing. His real friends barely touched that superficial, vapid, bitter world. Katherine’s family was new money, looking to secure their place in society. Harry’s wealth went in decades, and it would most likely stay that way. Her vying for his attention didn’t shock him in the slightest. 

The condition of dating Katherine for at least a year had been one he had wanted to scoff at, one he had wanted to tell Mr. Eugene Brant that it would be obvious what it was, but he was smart enough to bite his tongue and agree. Playing stupid was a superpower, letting him think he got one over on Harry and vastly overestimating his daughter’s appeal. One year of being toted around with her overly big smile and his signature scowl on his face hadn’t been an issue. It was something he would merely go through the motions of until the exact year was up and she would be out of his life. 

At least, it hadn’t been until he met Y/N. 

The first woman who had ever captured his heart and soul. Softened the edges of his razor sharp glare.

She hadn’t wanted to give him the time of day once she realized he had been flirting whilst not single. She hadn’t known the deceptive relationship and it hadn’t been her fault, but that didn’t mean Harry was going to leave well enough alone. Even after she had dumped her  Shirley temple on his brand new pure cotton button up. 

If anything, it made him want her more. 

One thing about Harry? He was going to get what he wanted. He would bet anything on it. He was patient, stubborn, and fixated. Checking guest lists to see if she’d be in attendance to parties, see if she was going to hang out with his friend group, he was on the prowl to get her to talk again. 

She had blocked his number already- he didn’t really have a chance to explain. He understood why, but that didn’t mean he was going to give up. 

When he finally did have the shot to tell her the relationship was a hoax, she was still doubtful. Dubious looks sent his way as he had pulled them into a private room of the club they were at- one his father owned, funnily enough- his hand holding hers as he sat beside her to plead his case. He was strong and defiant, insisting that it was a means to an end and there was no clause saying he couldn’t date other people- but he would like to get to know her on a real level. 

Against her better judgment, Y/N had fallen for the soft green eyes, the soft looking lips with the sharp cupid's bow and his even sharper tongue. Giving him one date was all he needed to get her on board. 

Fidelity wasn’t a term in the contract he had signed. Stupid, stupid mistake on Brant’s part. A new money, no lawyer to look over, a hasty mistake that would most definitely come to bite him in the ass. Harry hadn’t honored fidelity in the slightest even before he met Y/N. Sex was an outlet for him, as was the gym, things that were pleasurable and stress relieving. He’d only slept with Katherine a handful of times, tapering that off when he saw it made her get more and more attached. She had obviously known Harry had a reputation and while the sex had been alright, there hadn’t been much to his benefit besides the fact that she swallowed his load. 

Surprisingly, it wasn’t that hard to find willing participants. 

Sex with Y/N had completely rocked his world. He thinks, in part, it was because they had a real connection. She made him wait, she made him work his way up to that if he wanted- and made him stop sex with anyone else. As if he had any interest in anyone else. Y/N had taken up the majority of his brain that wasn’t filled with revenue and contracts and contacts and emails. She was his escape. 

The first time they had sex, Harry had fallen for her. There was no question in his mind. Despite being positive that he wouldn’t ever marry for love, Y/N had him questioning that. She had flipped his entire world view upside down, made him weak in the knees. 

Y/N wasn’t in the public eye. Her family had some elite ties, but she was friends with a lot of the quietly wealthy people who didn’t feel the need to showcase it to everyone who looked with tacky labels and monograms. She’d gotten into one of the best schools, gotten her degree and continued her friendship with her roommates and best friends- who just happened to be the girlfriends of some of his best mates. The real ones. There were only a few single members of the groups, and Y/N had been the new blood that had people wondering. Harry had been interested immediately. 

It was about 4 months into their relationship and everything still felt fantastic. Y/N knew more about Harry than anyone else ever could. She was the one with the key to the future, even if she didn’t know the exact depths his feelings went to. 

“I don’t want to go.” His lips parted from hers. “I want to stay here… want to stay buried inside of you, want to feed you your chocolate and lick it from your tongue.” Inhaling his words, she moaned as his hips rolled and he found his home back at her most sensitive spot. He had spent hours finding it, claiming it, and he knew it was his. “Spent all week working… I just want my sweet Angel.”

Noses brushed against one another, Y/N’s bleary eyes opening up to look at his own. Hazy, dark green, hooded. She gently dragged her nails over his shoulder blades, arching up into him and pressed a bit harder on the skin to make him moan in surprise. “You have me, Harry.” She whispered. “You have me now. Leave with my traces on your cock… then come back and take more. We leave tomorrow… and you can hold me how you like. Kiss me. Our friends don’t care. They’ll keep our secret.” Even if it was forbidden, their tight knit group knew exactly what the relationship between Harry and Katherine really was- and none really liked her. They knew Y/N made him happy, softened him up, they’d all been rooting for this. Their safe space. The only ones who knew. 

“She won’t ever have me.” He reassured. “I’m yours. I want your marks on me.” Breathing harder, his thrusts getting a bit more deep. “Make me bleed. C’mon, my sweet girl. Paid for those nails… give me what I want.” Her cunt quivered around his prick, making him smile. She pretended not to like that sort of thing, but she got them done specifically for this. To quench his thirst for pain, for marks. They loved it. “She’ll never have me like this. I’m yours.” He whimpered, the freak of the bed and their noises filling the room. “M’yours, baby. My sweet Angel… stay in my bed and wait for me. I’ll give you everything. Just wait for me.” 

She would. She would wait for him, to be his fully, as long as it took.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Omgomg requests ya boi got an idea

Reader x shy clumsy incubus!Sigma

He's a new incubus and has no experience except pure instinct. Luckily, his first target (you) is sympathetic and willing to show him a good time. At first he's flustered and covering his face as you work him open, and by the end of the night, you have him shamelessly drooling and desperately grinding back into your thrusts as you grip his tail

It’s almost the same thing so I paired the two (I’m sorry to the anon for taking so long) anyway… AHHH MAN I STILL LOVE THIS BABY SM <3 he’s still my background! Partly cuz I’m too lazy to change it haha

Dom!reader x sub!Incubus!sigma - reader is gender neutral

Warning: no lube no protection, all night long, until he breaks (lol), saliva as lube, fingering, pegging (I use dick), taking virginity, biting, tail pulling

“Okay.. I can do it, it’s not difficult. I have to, otherwise I’ll starve…” sigma tried his best to pump up some confidence, staring at himself through the mirror. It’s been an entire years now since he became a fully pledged incubi, yet he hasn’t made any advances on any humans. Just look at him! He was all skin and bones! All this time he had to nurture himself through the emergency packs for his kind, in cases where they can’t come into contact with mortals.

The demon clenched his fists before starring at his to-do list. Written on it were the basics that were taught to him while he was still young. Tips and tricks on how to seduce humans, as well as the appropriate clothes or language to use. “You can do it, sigma..!” He said to himself while staring at his body. Then he slumped and sighed, “damn it.. would anyone find me attractive when I’m so slim? I heard muscles are in trend right now.” When he tried to clench his Bizeps, a look of horror washed over him. Those were noddle arms! He can’t hurt a fly like this!

“Don’t they also prefer the bold and confident type, like fyodor..?” He thought to himself. Despite his old acquaintance being just as- if not, weaker than him when it came to physical strength, he was doing way better than him. Many fell for his trickery and became his slave. Though it’s been a while since he saw him, has that man perhaps settled down on a specific person? Sounds unreasonable, it wasn’t like the fyodor he knew.

Nonetheless, it wouldn’t help him to worry about others when he was on the verge of losing it. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, he was too awkward to actually invade someone’s dreams! Again, what if that person doesn’t find him attractive? He’d lose every ounce of self respect if that happens. “No, don’t worry about it.. it will be fine, who would be able to resist the temptation of an incubus anyway?” He tried to reason with his subconscious one last time, finally mustering enough courage to seek someone out.

And that someone was you.

It was in the middle of the night when sigma decided to visit you. He snuck into your room with some simple magic, and started to climb onto your bed. Not on top of you though, only kneeling next to you. What if his weight woke you up, he doesn’t want to drag this out too much. “Ah.. a real human, they looks so peaceful, sleeping like this. They won’t wake up too soon right?” Sigma whispered, starring holes into your body. The boy desperately hoped you won’t wake up, since he wouldn’t know how to handle it. Yet he also kind of wished you would, so that he’d have a reason to return home empty handed.

“Okay, it’s now or never. Hah, I want it too after all. I’m so hungry.” As soon as he was ready, he reached his hand out to you, caressing your thighs. He wanted to get straight to business, hoping to end this as soon as possible when another hand shoot out of the darkness and grabbed his wrist. “Ahh!?” The incubi yelped, stumbling backwards, about to fall off the bed if it weren’t for his tail desperately wrapping around your torso for support. His instincts caused him to use his tail to stabilise himself. “What’s this?” Suddenly your voice reached his ears, poor guy didn’t even have time to breath when you pulled his wrists and made him fall back into your lap.

“IiiiKK..!! Wa-wait.. let go of me!” He panicked and tried to yank his hand away. “Hold up, you came into my room so suddenly, why does it seem like I’m the bad guy now?” You complained, then said, “also.. what is this.. leather? Rope?” After saying that, you poked his tail, making him shudder in surprise. “UghhH! Don’t touch that!” Sigma immediately yelled, a deep blush covered his face. “Hey, wait. What are you?” Finally you realised something was wrong and asked him that question, all while staring at his pretty face. He was so petite and cute, totally your type, but if he turned out to be a stalker you wouldn’t hesitate to make him pay.

To your surprise that person started crying, breaking down as he looked at you through wet lashes. “I’m so bad at this..! All I wanted was food! Let me go, I won’t come back ever again!” Then the guy with the two coloured hair hide his face in his hands, while fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. When you heard his comment, you took pity on him, not to mention the vulnerable state he was in. “You’re hungry.. Is that why you came here? I’m sorry to hear that, what do you want to eat then?” You tried to be kind to him, poor thing was starving. Seems like he was a thief who wanted to steal your food, but he accidentally found your bedroom instead. How clumsy…

“I- i… no, you wouldn’t do it with me anyway.” He shouted, making your ears bleed a little, “hey.. tune it down, and what do you mean?” Sigma covered his mouth with his palm, then said, “I need very special food.” You tilted your head, asking, “do I have it here?” Without thinking about it, he responded yes. So you commented, “if that’s the case you can take it.” The boy stopped crying so much, instead he gazed at you and tried to be as serious as he could be. Afterwards he mumbled, “I’m an incubus.. i-I’ll need you to..to, erm.. do that with me, please…”

He couldn’t help himself, you smelled so delicious. Besides his body and mind told him to not let this opportunity go to waste. You seemed nice enough for his first, so he thought now or never. On the other hand, you were wondering if what he said was true. Then you remembered the rope around your body, or rather, his tail. “Are all incubus’ this shy?” You questioned him. “Er, no.. I guess I’m the only one who’s timid. I mean- this is my first hunt..!” Oh dear, he was trying to justify himself, but it only made him sound even more pitiful.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. While he glared at you with a blushing face, you suddenly pinned him down onto your bed as you said, “so why are you waiting? I said I’ll let you eat.” His wrists were now held up above his head and his face pushed into the mattress. “Wait, I-I’m not ready!” Sigma complained, feeling his body heat up at the sudden change in position. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow with you.” You whispered gently, afterwards your hand slipped lower and lower, until you were caressing his butt. Gosh, his skin was soft, you felt like you were corrupting an angel instead.

Then you rubbed his rim with your middle and index finger, using your other hand to reach for the drawer. You took out everything you might need, but then noticed how you didn’t have lube near by. “Huh, this might be difficult.” You muttered under your breath, contemplating over what to do. “Er, what is?” The incubi gazed back at you with teary eyes, his lips were trembling as he talked. “I don’t have any lube here.” For a second you were almost hypnotised by his looks, but you managed to snap out of it. “I see, well, you could use my saliva, it has a similar effect.” Sigma proposed. Since he was offering it to you, it’d be impolite to decline, right?

Which led to your current situation, where you are caressing his back and spine with one hand, while the other one was over his face and sticking two fingers into his mouth. “Mhmm, hmHh..!!” He let out some muffled choking sounds, all due to your fingers messing with his tongue. You were shoving them too deep inside, he can barely breathe! “GuuHh.. huhMmm.” The boy groaned again, until you finally pulled your digits out. At this point he was already a blushing, flustered mess. Drooling around everywhere as tears threatened to spill. “Good job.” You told him, before smearing his saliva around his entrance. “Ha-haaaa…” sigma had to calm himself, this is it, today is the day he finally catches his first prey! So why does he feel like the prey today?

No long after you sticked a finger inside him, it slipped in very easily. “This makeshift lube is working pretty well.” You complimented him as your middle finger slid in, stretching his rim. “Uh-uHh! It feels weird?” He gasped, his tail was wagging around so cutely. “Shh, don’t tense up now, deep breaths, little incubus.” As soon as you finished your sentence, a second finger joined in. And oh boy he was already a wreck now. Hands clenching the sheets like his life depended on it, back arched so beautifully while those shining tears finally dripped down his cheeks. “Ah. Ha-hnnGg.” Poor baby couldn’t help but moan out loud, especially after you pushed your fingers knuckles deep inside. No one has ever touched that place, it was such a foreign feeling!

His insides were soft and warm, he basically welcomed you with open arms. Those squishy and spongy walls squeezed down on your fingers whenever you moved too fast, or curled them. Each time he’d also let out a whine of pleasure, shaking slightly to accommodate the electricity running through his body. “You.. hnghh, don’t tease..” that was all he managed to say, before a series of moans and whimpers escaped his throat. All because you found that one sweet spot inside him, and now you were poking it continuously. “This must be your prostate? Heh, how cute your voice is.” His voice was so high-pitched after all, almost like a girl. It must be in the nature of lust-demons to be so erotic all the time.

You slowly scissored him, spreading him and preparing him for the main event. But you didn’t neglect his comfort at all, once in a while you’d purposely brush over his weak spot or lean close to him to bite his shoulder. “Uh, haah.. why, why are you so nice..?” He asked, the spot below him was already wet with tears. “Hmm, because I want to?” You didn’t have a concrete answer, maybe it was his charm. Nevertheless when you deemed him ready enough, you speed up your movements a little. Now fingering him at a decent pace. Squelching sounds echoed through the room, such a lewd sound that it embarrassed the little incubi.

“HNng, ha-hmNn, it feels good to-good..” he moaned out again, but this time to his dismay you pulled your fingers out of him. “What-what?!” The boy immediately gasped, a disappointed look across his face. Did you get sick of him, or he wasn’t a.. attractive enough anymore..? “I’m sorry, little incubi, I can’t held myself back anymore.” Before he got the chance to turn back, he noticed how your tip was pressing and poking against him. “Ah-ahh..” another moan slipped from his lips at the realisation, he had to gulp loudly to swallow his nervousness once more. “Please, be s-slow.. go easy on me.” After hearing him say that, you had to use every ounce of self control you had to not pound on him right there right now.

Instead you heed his words and took your sweet time bottoming out inside him. “Is this pace alright?” You asked him after he managed to take the tip in. To be honest that was pretty dumb of you. Did you really think he could still register what you tell him, when he’s literally already in subspace? His eyes were widened and with each inch he took, his mind would go blank a little more. He could swear he couldn’t feel his limps anymore, legs and knees already going numb beneath him. He just didn’t know it would feel so good to get stuffed full..! All these sensations were getting to him, to the point he was melting, shaking and a flustered mess.

When you finally managed to fit your entire length inside, expect to see him begging, pleading for you to ruin him. At this point, his instincts were taking over, causing him to plead with you in the sweetest voice ever, just so you will finally start taking him to paradise. How can you say no to such a honey sweet temptation? Not even five minutes later you were jumping him like any rational thoughts of yours got wiped out, trusting into his slim and adorable body while holding his waist with your hands. His tail wrapped around your torso once more, pulling you closer to him so that you could trust into him deeper.

Or how he’d grind his hips against yours whenever you rub your dick deep inside him <3. He was such a cutie! Pervers noises came from the male like he was praying for something, blabbering with no end in sight. You bit his back and neck area some more, taking special care to not bit any fatal areas. The way his body was covered in traces of you was so beautiful that you wanted to keep him. He was like your perfect match. “AaahhH..!! Oh-ooHh, deeper, ha-harder..! <3.!” Sigma couldn’t control his own body anymore, he was just yelling out whatever was on his mind. His body was as if it got a mind if its own, doing everything it could to keep you pounding into his swollen and puffy hole.

After observing him for a while, you licked your lips. Lowering yourself once again to whisper into his ear, one of your hands grabbed the base of his tail. First you stroked and rubbed that area, then you pulled and yanked on his surprisingly soft tail. “You are doing so good for me, is this really your first? Your cunt is taking me so damn well~” You can’t even imagine how much he shuddered at your words. If he was a younger version of himself, he would have came from your teasing remarks alone. Sigma didn’t want this to end, he wanted to keep getting filled like this until his mind turned mush. All he could say as a response was, “Plea-please..! Fu-fuck me, more..haah…<3”

[thoughtless-muse]

“for whom the tongue craves to taste,” [d.d]

“the cdc showers”

a/n: quick disclaimer – this is actually just a snippet of a larger piece that I’m putting together (a smutty 5+1 prompt, five times daryl made you cum, and the one time he let you return the favor) but as it’s my first real attempt at smut, I wanted to post this as a means to garner some constructive criticism before finishing the piece. If you’d be so kind to read and lmk your thoughts/critiques, I’d really appreciate it!

EDIT: I know it’s not how the majority of 5+1 prompts are done, but I’ve decided to post each segment as they are finished. I just think it’s an easier/less stressful method for me, so I hope you guys don’t mind the posting choice. the posts will be linked together for easier access.

the cdc showers – arrow mishaps lead to frisky fun – ever done it in a loft? – cold iron bars – the watchtower – I want a taste, too

c/w: explicit sexual content, cunnilingus, shower cunnilingus, tongue fucking, fingering, language, dirty talk, undisclosed age gap, 18+

word count: 2.4k

that morning, had anyone scooped you off to the side and told you that mere hours after arriving at the pipe-dream that was the CDC you’d be corralled into a hot shower with none other than daryl dixon squished between your thighs, you’d have laughed straight in their face and directed them towards the nearest mental institution – not that that would do anyone much good, given the state of things; but had anyone declared a statement that outrageous, you’d have thought their mind already gone, much like the drooling, shuffling, decaying bodies wandering the earth.

yet here you were, a steady jet of hot water battering the sore muscles of your back, liquor-laden torso slightly slumped, thighs spread open by broad shoulders and daryl dixon’s wicked tongue licking your little cunny straight to nirvana.

how the fuck did you even end up here, anyway?

it was so uncharacteristic of you – you knew next to nothing about daryl dixon. he was simply a mutual stranger. you’d never even had more than a few fleeting conversations with the man, for fuck’s sake; if you could even call them that. daryl was brusque and wholly unapproachable, and his attitude left a lot to be desired. due to his unpleasantness, you’d opted to keep your distance and observe rather than to interact. to be completely honest, you’d been more judgmental rather than observant of the man before, back at the quarry, internally critiquing his sour attitude, accent and frayed clothes; and, shamefully, even at times presuming that he was some forty year old virgin that had been holed up in his mother’s basement before the world went to shit – but, fuck, were you ever wrong.

maybe he was forty, maybe he had been holed up in his mother’s basement, who the fuck knows, but he sure as fuck wasn’t a virgin – at least, his tongue wasn’t. the way he moved it, fucked it into you, made a mess of you with it, there was no way he wasn’t experienced with it.

you let out a loud, trembling gasp when daryl suddenly broke his tender tongue-flicks to slide his teeth gently against your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

okay, fuck, scratch that. he was experienced with his whole mouth.

unlike the few other men you’d allowed to taste the heaven between your legs, daryl used his entire lower face to devour you – his tongue was the star of the show, of course, but his lips, nose and chin made a hell of a supporting cast. when his tongue was busy fucking your walls, his nose was right against your clit in its place, his head shaking side to side, applying just enough pressure to bring you pleasure but not enough to stimulate you into orgasm; and then, as if he could simply innately sense when you were becoming desperate for more, his tongue would slip from your hole and return to your clit once more, circling and flicking it with expert movements, quickly bringing you right back to that sweet precipice.

how long had he been at it?

the water wasn’t cold yet – or maybe your body was just too hot to register that it was; but with the amount of times that daryl had built then robbed you of your orgasm, you drunkenly surmised that it had to of been a good fifteen minutes. any other man would have tapped out from exhaustion already.

of course, there were times when his tongue would get tired, but even then, unlike your previous lovers, he seemed loathe to leave you without any contact – he would alternate between giving your clit chaste little kisses and moving his lips against your entire cunt as if it were a second mouth that he was intent on claiming; then, when his tongue was rested enough, he would dive right back into devouring you.

it was absolutely wrecking you, in the best and worst ways.

maybe it was simply the affects of the alcohol swimming through your veins that fed you the illusion of this being the best damn head you’d ever received; maybe it was because you certainly didn’t have a lot of other experiences to compare it to; or maybe it was the warmth that came with the comfort of hot water and a full stomach that made it so much better – either way, you were almost at the brink now, again, thighs quaking with the effort of holding your body upright and staving off your impending orgasm; you knew daryl would more than likely take it away if he sensed it, and you weren’t sure if you could handle that.

“oh, god,” you hissed out when daryl flattened his tongue against your clit, flicking it with short, harsh movements, before slipping it down to part your folds and lick up your slit. he transitioned between the repetitive movements at a near imperceptible speed, without ever having to trade out accuracy and rhythm for it. it was a dangerous cocktail of pleasure that had you damn near seeing stars. each harsh swipe of his tongue against your clit sent zips of electricity up your spine, and built a familiar tension within your gut.

“ya like tha’, sweetheart?” daryl parted from your cunt just enough to inquire huskily, his voice so low that you barely even managed to catch it over the volume of the hissing spray. you nearly whined at the loss of his tongue, and, rather than answer his question, which you could hardly even decipher at the moment, you reached a hand down to tangle your fingers into the short hair at his nape, using what leverage you had to push his head forward until the tip of his nose brushed against your sensitive clit once more.

“no, d-don’t – don’t talk…” you slurred out, tugging at his hair insistently and pulling a deep, rumbling chuckle from the man below you.

“some manners you have,” daryl drawled, but to your delight, returned his tongue to your slit, parting your wet folds and slipping it past the rim of your tight entrance. your fingers twitched against his nape as you released a high, airy sigh, and your hips began to move of their own accord, humping your cunt against his face and pulling even more vibrating vocalizations from his throat. you just wanted firmer friction, damn it.

your stomach was stirring, tight, that pressure slowly mounting. it felt fucking good, the way he was thrusting and wiggling his tongue against your gummy walls, fucking you with the thick muscle, his nose bumping into your clit and sending subtle jolts up your spine, and those vibrations and sounds, fuck! – but it just wasn’t enough. you needed something different, something more.

“do… do what you were doing before…” you requested breathlessly, hips trembling, fingers digging into the skin of his nape in desperation. “‘m so close, daryl… just need more.”

the thought of keeping your impending orgasm away from his awareness seemed to have slipped away in the midst of the tremulous pleasure he was bringing you, and maybe you shouldn’t have let the information out, but you were so desperate. your tummy was so fucking tight, that coil winding and winding to a painful climax, and holding it in just seemed impossible, you needed to let it go – and at the moment, the only way you could possibly reach orgasm was through daryl.

daryl flicked his eyes up to meet yours, and though your vision was a bit hazy from the steam and alcohol, you swore the man was smirking up at you from within your cunt. daryl was silent for a moment, all movements against your cunny paused, before he leaned back slightly and said, lowly, “why don’ I do somethin’ better, instead?”

before your drunk, horny, fuddled mind could truly decipher his words daryl was in motion; his warm hand gripped the back of your knee, bending your leg easily and hoisting it atop his shoulder – distantly, you registered a strange sensation against the skin of your calf (was that a shirt? was daryl fully clothed right now?) – and once your leg was stabilized, he skirted the fingers of his other hand up your other leg, the one that was still planted to the floor of the shower.

his fingertips grazed your knee, then the plush flesh of your thigh, before reaching between your hips. you jumped slightly when you felt the pad of his finger run over your slit, the thick digit parting your folds smoothly, the tip dipping ever so subtly into your entrance every so often. like he was testing the waters, or something.

“d-daryl, what are you doing?” you inquired, heart tripping over itself, apprehension twisting in your gut for the first time since he’d invited himself into your shower and initiated this whole thing.

wait, had he invited himself? or did you do that?

you couldn’t remember.

“shh, jus’ trus’ me, sweetheart. This’s gon’ blow yer mind.” daryl responded back, calmly, warm breath fanning over your sensitive clit as he spoke. your breath shuddered in your lungs, but any further objections died in your throat when daryl’s hot tongue met your sex, circling, flicking, flattening, devouring – his pace was much faster and firmer than before, the pleasure much more intense than what had previously been given.

“o-oh, fuck! daryl!” you moaned, your hand sliding up from his nape to the crown of his head, fingers fisting into his hair to hold his head still as you rutted your hips forward to meet his skilled tongue.

“shit, that’s it, baby,” daryl panted, muffled, into the slick heat of your cunt, tongue drawing lazy circles between his words. “jus’ fuckin’ lose it. use my tongue, sweetheart.”

it felt so fucking good. it felt like your cunt was melting right into daryl’s mouth, searing hot and drippy, sloppy, coating his lips, jaws, nose, and neck with copious amounts of your arousal – all the while daryl growled, groaned, and moaned as he slurped it down, as if it was the very nectar of life itself.

your gut felt like it would burst – at any moment, with any flick of his tongue, in time with any of those vibrating groans, you’d be exploding all over daryl’s face, releasing every single ounce of the pent-up arousal daryl had inflicted upon your body over the last fifteen minutes in a single second.

“daryl, daryl, god, yes… fuck, don’t stop… don’t s-stop.”

you continued to repeat those words, falling like a river from your mouth, a mantra that seemed to keep you grounded as daryl’s tongue threatened to send you floating away –

a sound akin to a scream bubbled in your throat when daryl suddenly slipped two of his thick fingers into your cunt; the sensation was far from unpleasant but far too close to overwhelming – and when he began to pump them in time with the flicks of his tongue, and curled them just so on every outward pull, scraping against something at the top of your gummy walls, you simply couldn’t hold it in.

your entire body locked up, muscles freezing as your lips fell open to release mute moans, both hands now swinging down to grip daryl’s hair.

those silent moans you were releasing quickly morphed into loud, wanton, downright sinful vocalizations as daryl pumped his fingers into your cunt, still rubbing that sweet spot, fingerfucking you through your high and bringing stars to your eyes. you pressed daryl’s head impossibly closer to your cunt, humping whatever you could and burying his fingers deeper inside your walls with desperate, short, shaky movements, releasing a litany of his name and curses in between breathy pants and moans.

when the waves of your high had begun to recede, you slowed your hips until they came to a complete stop, your chest heaving from the deep lungfuls of steamy air you pulled in. your body felt incredibly fuzzy, your mind pleasantly foggy; but your body, and everything else, felt too hot, too cramped, too everything, and when daryl decided to give your throbbing, sensitive clit one last tiny flick of his tongue, you damn near smacked him in the head.

if only your arms would move.

a small gasp was pulled from your lips when daryl slipped his fingers from your sloppy cunt, the friction against your sensitive walls almost enough to have your entire body seizing, and it was only when daryl lifted his hands up to grip your wrists were you able to disentangle your fingers from his hair; only with his help, of course.

daryl then grasped the plump flesh of your thigh, the one that was still tossed over his shoulder, and pulled it down slowly, not releasing his hold until your foot was planted firmly on the wet floor of the tub.

when your balance was secured daryl scuttled back from between your legs, and when he’d rose to a standing position, his chest now centimeters from your own (which you distantly realized was bare) you couldn’t help but stumble backwards until your back hit the cold wall. your lids felt incredibly heavy, and exhaustion gnawed insistently at your muscles; but through the fog, you were able to register daryl, who was indeed fully clothed, the fabric of his shirt and jeans soaked and clinging to his body like a second skin – and you were certain that was a smirk on his lips.

a smirk that said he knew he had just blown your mind, even if you would never admit it to him.

it seemed as though your orgasm had sobered you up a bit, because when daryl sidled up to you, right beneath the harsh spray, and placed his large hands on your naked hips, you were able to lift your hands and plant them on his chest. he didn’t attempt to move closer to you, but his hands didn’t fall from your hips either; and when he spoke, his voice was chock-full of cockiness that you found simultaneously alluring and irritating.

“if ya ever want yer mind blown again, ya know where to find me.”

with that, daryl slipped his hands from your hips and turned, ripped open the shower curtain with little effort and then stepped out, as if he hadn’t just performed an intimate act on you. water dripped noisily against the linoleum floor as he stalked away, and, not one to give up the chance at having the last word, you croaked out,

“in your dreams, dixon.”

the only thing you got in reply was a haughty chuckle, echoing into the bathroom from somewhere within the quarters you’d claimed for the night.

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE WAIT FOR THE FIRST RACE

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the waiting time between pre-season testing and first race is being filled

content warnings. the girls (men) are fighting and y/n gets a reality check

notes. another chat chapter because you guys liked it lol

george russell Welcome, @/oliverbearman and @/ynstark to the main Grid Chat. I will add you to the other ones as well.

daniel ricciardo WELCOME!!! We're so happy to finally have you here

Also, @/kevinmagnussen, welcome back you ass

Don't leave any groupchats again, it's a pain to add you back

george russell Considering I have to do the work, you're not allowed to complain Daniel

lando norris booo, let him have the fun

nico hülkenberg Oh no, it starts again. I'll mute you asshats if you don't stop this

lando norris you're just boring

oliver bearman thank you guys! very happy and honored to be finally part of the big guys 🫣

y/n stark thank you, george! and i'm excited to officially meet you all, until then, hello :)

charles leclerc Hello y/n, welcome to the grid! I hope you'll enjoy your stay here 😉

y/n stark thank you charles, i'm sure i will lol

kevin magnussen I swear I will block you all

daniel ricciardo Don't be like that, you love us

y/n stark lol, he actually hates you guys, won't stop whining kevin magnussen One day, young lady, one day... y/n stark y'all hear sum? charles leclerc Gagged. lando norris charles???

carlos sainz Can you guys just shut up for once, dios mio.

charles leclerc Aww, Carlos, you love us! carlos sainz Debatable. Sometimes I wish you would all crash and not survive to be honest oscar piastri We get it, you're an asshole carlos sainz Fuck off Piastri oscar piastri Right back at you Sainz

lewishamilton welcome to our new rookies! ollie, awesome to see you again, y/n, don't be a stranger, we haven't talked in ages!

y/n stark lew!! we defo have to, gonna hit you up for fashion show for sure, pepper has been planning something pierre gasly Lew 👀 y/n stark look who's here... the tripod.... pierre gasly Yeah yeah, shutting up. Welcome to the grid y/n y/n stark thank you pierre

sergio perez Welcome, rookies.

max verstappen From me a welcome as well!

esteban ocon Welcome, welcome!! This is so exciting, I've been waiting for a long time now 😋😋

lance stroll Estie??? esteban ocon Shht, Lancey, let me cook lance stroll 💀💀💀

lance stroll Anyways, all of them are idiots, as we already know, welcome to hell, y/n

y/n stark aww, thank you lance. so sorry you have to go throught this 🫂 charles leclerc We're not so bad?? lewis hamilton Well. charles leclerc Oh come on Lewis lewis hamilton I didn't say anything

fernando alonso Stark and Bearman! Welcome to the coolest people on the paddock 😎

oliver bearman thanks fernando! y/n stark thanks nando 😎

alexander albon Hi guys, so nice to see you finally in here! @/georgerussell you took your sweet time man

george russell You be Head of the GPDA then. alexander albon No thank you, I'm fine 🙃

logan sargeant Welcome, welcome, happy to see some new faces!

oscar piastri They're finally here. Welcome back Ollie and welcome Y/n to this shit hole

lando norris you know what osc? oscar piastri No, and I don't care. Save the talking for the track lando norris you do know i'm still zak's favorite driver? i could get you fired oscar piastri Please don't. charles leclerc This is what you get for lying in an interview. No groupchat with all of us is ever formal oscar piastri This literally isn't about you Charles charles leclerc Boo, you hater

y/n stark @/kevinmagnussen i see what you've said now...

kevin magnussen Never ever doubt me again, I've been with those fuckers for years now daniel ricciardo Hey!! That's not nice yuki tsunoda you know what else is not nice ricciardo? daniel ricciardo Yuki, drop it. Team orders are team orders yuki tsunoda i don't give a fuck old man, you behave like a bitch you get bitch behavior max verstappen Drop it or else I'll involve Helmut. yuki tsunoda fuck you dan-cocksucker max verstappen Yuki. We don't carry out team issues to the grid. yuki tsunoda he started first and i have proof daniel ricciardo I don't know why you're being so dramatic, it was only testing yuki tsunoda i give you dramatic you fucking asshole. you know what you did and i stand by my statement that this was a total asshole move. just because you got a big smile doesn't mean you're fooling everyone fucking ass george russell I will both kick you out if you don't drop this immediately.

carlos sainz And it starts again...

valterri bottas You're all children. Stop it

y/n stark so pierre was right huh 😀

kevin magnussen I told you so. pierre gasly Why am I getting involved in shit again?

zhou ganyu I apologize for their behavior. Y/n, Oliver, welcome to the grid, I'll be excited to race you both!

kev

are they actually children because wtf did i just witness.

Yeah... I told you drivers are dramatic. Well, most of them and other's are just their victims. Of course we have our moments and friendships but it's a ruthless sport

man tf. literal man children. i'm so glad i have you as a teammate kev. like seriously. i don't know if i could survive with someone like daniel or carlos

the passive agressive vibes <<<<

that's just not it tbh

I have no idea what you just said but I agree. Daniel and Yuki are not good teammates, it was already bad last year and now this.

To be honest, Nico and I often missed stuff like that since we were stuck at Haas and the upper dogs never really showed interest in what we thought or did but everyone knew what happened between them

pls don't tell me they have a clique here... oh my god and i thought the rumors were false

I mean.. not really but also kinda yes? Better drivers stick together since they're always spending time together, you know. No one cares about the ones who're limping behind, well besides Pierre and Esteban, but they're only kinda involved because they're close to Charles and Lance. And Lewis and Fernando aren't really on their level, they keep to themselves

why are men problematic

not you obvs, but like... jeez really felt the love here when we got welcomed

Welcome to F1 kid, it's a shithole

thanks, it's so lovely here

dad?

i think it's worse than we thought

Honey, what are you talking about?

everything. you should see the group chat with the drivers right now. i thought people were joking about f1 drivers being bitter and bitchy towards each other, but there are literally groups and alliances or whatever the fuck is going on there

and if that's only the drivers... i don't want to know how the teams are

Oh.

but also like, what is that going to stop us? we made plans, we know what to do but dear lord are men stupid. well not all but most of them. i literally had to watch how yuki and daniel were fighting because of a team issue in the GROUPCHAT with all drivers

and when max told them to drop it, he got called a dan-cocksucker, can you imagine??

everyone seems to know why they're fighting besides me and ollie, i knew there was tension in alpha tauri but this?? it's a new level of what the fuck is going on here

Are you alright?

i am

just

yk had to tell someone who's not kev since he has been involved in this forever and is used to it. but i still thought

well idk what i thought, maybe i'm just stupid for my wishful thinking

should've known all of this was pr and that most rumors are true. it will make our lives a bit harder

Don't worry, no matter what they throw against us, it's no alien invasion. They're just whiny little men after all and I'm literally Iron Man

i know dad

love you. and thank you

Of course, anything for you

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[gladiatorcunt]

summary: priest!leto x afab!reader x priest!paul (title from scorpio by pour vous)

cw: blasphemy if i’m being so real, spit roasting, reader is lowkey losing it but they’ll be okay, dubcon, pwp-ish (there’s set up but it’s not that long imo), mention of paul being into predator/prey, daddy kink coded without the actual daddy kink, horror elements, unreliable narrator vibes, mention of them being willing to non con reader if things didn’t go their way, no incest between leto & paul 💀, reader’s their sad loser turned attic spouse, mention of eventual impreg, implied soft dom!leto & mean dom!paul, religious practice inaccuracies, possibly predictable plot twists, implied painful anal but reader’s too out of it to feel it, implied natural aphrodisiac in their spit, reader bleeds

wc: 2.5k

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You’ve been feeling… lost. The trees keep secrets from you and the clouds mix together like egg whites. You wish you knew what kind of pill you need to be on, you wish you knew what was wrong with you. You’re paranoid and seeing blank eyes watching you through the brick and mortar of your apartment. Your skin burns hotter than hell and sometimes you think that there are claws grabbing at your ankles when you sleep.

Church hasn’t been something you’ve bothered to attend since you were a kid, but you yearn for it now.

You pull your tattered coat around yourself as you step into the ancient building. The Church of Caladan is the oldest church in the country, if not the world. You hope you don’t look silly when you take caution with how hard your feet hit the stone. ‘You break it, you buy it’ must apply to old churches too.

Your unease rolls off you in waves, and a couple nearby priests seem to sense it in the same way that horses can sense fear. For a second you imagine bursting into flames, but there are hands groping your flesh through the great hellfire.

They’re about even in height, though one is clearly older. The gray hair weaved into his temples suits him more than it shows his age. The younger man has the same dark and wavy hair, but his gaze is a touch more haggard and rife with burden.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have burst in here…. I'm just looking around.” You rush to explain so they would go away, internally cringing at yourself.

“No, we want newcomers to feel comfortable enough to ask questions. I’m Leto,” He says and shakes your hand. “And this is my son, Paul. He’s recently started working here at the church with me.”

Paul steps up to shake your head as well, his mouth doesn’t move but you swear that the corners twitch. The stained glass windows cast a multicolored hue on his eyes and you find yourself lost in the swirling pools of light. Then black holes swallow the brightness in the irises, cosmic cannibalism.

You blink in alarm and awkwardly take a step back from the two priests. Father and son share a look between them that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing them.

Leto clears his throat and pointedly grabs your hands in both of his, encapsulating them in his warmth.

“You’ll have to forgive him, Paul’s never dealt with a lamb as darling as you before. He’s never dealt with one at all actually, you two can go through this together.”

Paul smiles but it fits all wrong, with teeth that should be fangs and with a tongue that appears forked. You blink again and all is well, the man before you fits his human skin like a glove. Maybe you should give them the benefit of the doubt, you’re convinced you’re going crazy anyway and Priests would never be capable of hurting someone. Ghosts aren’t real and Demons are just a crazed mother’s bedtime story.

“Um, okay. Thank you for accepting me.” That’s all you want, deep down, and they know that. “I felt moved to be here, I can’t explain it.”

Leto nods and Paul rubs your shoulder in sympathy. They would hiss that they know full well what called you here, but you might bleat and scurry away. You make a sad picture, abandoned and half insane, but that’s what they are for. To soothe and to serve you, to purify you from the inside out.

“Then all the more reason to stay and sit for a moment, don’t you think?” Paul finally speaks, the boyish tone surprising you.

“Paul’s right, let’s get this jacket off you, poor lamb. You must be freezing to death.” Leto coos, shushing your protests and carefully pulling the cheap thing off of you.

They take you on a little tour of sorts, pointing out the architectural details of the building itself as well as passionately delving into its history. Centuries of worship and service to the community, strangely never having sustained any kind of property damage. The priests speak of the church as if they were wandering through the halls all this time, and they chuckle when they tease you about how relieved they were that you didn’t suffer from a nosebleed. They’re quite common apparently.

“I think that should do it, i’d hate to think that we’ve been talking your ear off, dear.” Leto says, rubbing the inside of your wrist and directing you towards the large piano on the stage at the front of the church.

He must notice the sudden spark in your eyes at the sight, because his crow’s feet wrinkles deepen as he pulls the black piano bench out. Leto’s palm spreads out wide and he gives the leather seat a firm pat, signaling for you to sit down. Butterflies swirl in your stomach with anxiety but you feel too shy to refuse the clearly eager offer. You take a seat in front of an onyx grand piano far grander than you’re used to seeing in a church.

Leto soon occupies the space next to you. The bench is small enough that your thigh is pressing against his, warmth bleeds through your clothes and the indication of muscle really makes you wish you were alone in your room with a rose toy. You place your fingers on the pristinely polished keys and clumsily play some hodgepodge of a melody that you remember from your childhood. A mix of tchaikovsky and children's church songs.

You jump and play the wrong note when you feel thick fingers slide up your thigh. Your cheeks burn with heat but you focus on the music. Leto sighs with sugary sweet satisfaction but doesn’t move his fingers any further. He also doesn’t try to play, it’s almost like he only wants to bask in the domesticity of watching you perform. You think you hear him whisper “That’s it, who knew such a talented lamb would be gracing our doorstep?”

You get a flash of riding him on the piano, gasping into his hair chest when it breaks under the weight of your passion. Thin fingers come from behind to caress your ass as it moves, much colder than the cock you’re bouncing on. Then it fades away, and you’re back to making a fool of yourself with your little song.

Paul watches from the pulpit, eyes drinking in the way your curves expand and move as you squirm. His grip tightens on the bright wood but you’re none the wiser. You almost forget that he’s even there, something which he realizes because he strolls to stand behind you and his father. The music stops once you feel his breath on your neck and he bends down to tenderly pull your hair off of your shoulder, getting himself acquainted with the texture as he rubs his fingertips down the strands.

A distant voice calls out for Leto and he stands, smiling apologetically and thanking you for the performance. You feel adrift as you watch him walk away, reminding yourself that a man like him has other things to do than coddle you.

Paul slides a hand down your back and guides you down to the pew right up front, with a view of center stage, sitting right beside you with a wink. Once Leto returns, you spot the silver tray of communion wafers in his hands. The tray is set on the pulpit by his side.

The older man's eyes darken as he puts one in his mouth, and your brain shuts down when he snatches your face in his rough palms and kisses you sense no less. The wafer cracks as his tongue passes it into your mouth, the salty crumbs oddly making you crave something even saltier. There’s a sticky sweet sensation traveling through your body as you exchange saliva with him, your brain feels so foggy.

You break away, curling your hands into the collar of Leto’s uniform.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Your voice is small and not completely filled with disgust, you’re honestly too desperate for some form of human contact to make good decisions.

“We’re helping you, honey.” Leto purrs into the seam of your mouth, shaking his head in apparent fondness.

You’re too cute for your own good, at least they don’t have to worry about covering their tracks. Any incubus or succubus would be glad to get a hold of someone as lonely as you, but they wouldn’t love you like you deserve. You haven’t been watched by anyone as long as you’ve been watched by them. He hopes that Paul doesn’t shove his foot in his mouth and let it slip that he wished you gave them the opportunity to take you by force. His son carries a torch for a bit of predator and prey action, he likes playing with his food too much. You’re different from the scrambling mice that get torn to bits, though, you’re forever.

Plus, if you don’t get it now, he has no problems with explaining everything when you’re too weak to get up and try to run away.

Paul buries his face in your neck, spilling the vial of wine he had in his pocket down your shirt. It soaks the tank top underneath and though you try with all your might to wriggle away, the desire to resist gets brushed away under a heavy fog.

It’s nice to be touched, to be wanted after a lifetime of feeling the exact opposite. Perhaps this is why the lord guided you to his grandest home, so you could take his prophets into your body.

The black vanishes from Paul’s eyes and you sink against his chest, making out with his father as your eyes roll back into your head.

No words are uttered verbally as Paul shuffles to the side and pulls you to lie back on the pew’s cushion. Leto deprives you of his tongue and gives you a chance to breathe, which both men do with you in sync, resting their foreheads against you.

The nectar on your tongue tastes divine, little lamb, a voice whispers in your mind.

Let us give you purpose so you no longer need to roam, another begs.

You’re crying from the relief of having your mouth filled, Paul tilts your head up by your chin as he slowly slides his cock into your mouth. The ridges and bumps of what feels like piercings sends a jolt of arousal through you.

“Fuck-” He hisses and rubs your neck, watching you adjust to the stretch. “So warm-”

Leto tuts and clamps his hands around your hips, you’re already too fucked out to register sharp black claws taking care of your clothes. Leaving you bare. A shiver passes through your body as he drags his huge hand down to your pussy, being mindful not to accidentally scratch you. He intends for there to be no blood, this time, not a lot.

You gag on Paul’s length when Leto slams your hips against his pelvis, grinding not one but two large cocks against your cunt. If you were looking at his face, you’d see pitch black eyes and intimidating fangs, but all you can focus on is the hazy candle light and what must be someone playing an organ.

You catch a view of one of the stained class windows, a pair of angels cradling a lamb. It’s the only damaged part of the church, with cracks running along the angel’s wings. You’d think it’s a sneeze away from shattering entirely. Your view of it is blurred by Paul’s quick thrusts, gagging on it again. Drools drip onto the red carpet.

Leto grabs one of Paul’s curled horns and yanks his head to the side, scolding at him to be nicer to you. You’ve clearly never taken three cocks inside you, the one you’re servicing is proving to be overwhelming enough. Again, Paul’s new to this experience as well, just in a different way than you are. In a sense, it’s like he was born yesterday. The older man relays this to you through your choked moans and tears, assuring you that he’s taught Paul how to clean up his messes and be grateful. Something like this will be no different.

“Hush, beloved. I would have gladly speared your mouth but you would be dead before I could cum inside it.”

You see God in the sky when Leto slaps the tapered tip of one of his dicks against your slick entrance, God sees you when he gets the tight walls of ass to wrap around the other. Unbeknownst to you, it’s funny how so many things are, your blood pools around his balls. You’re in pain sure but you’ve never felt as much pleasure as you have in this instance. Both “Priests” smell your blood and well, only your body can tell the rest of the story. Later you’ll wake up to find that the building around you has ruby walls and it seems to be breathing. The shooting pain in your left hand is the result of two iron rings being chiseled into the bone of your ring finger.

The four leathery wings protruding from your back, with spikes poking out from the joints, are waiting to be discovered. As are the nubs sprouting out of your hair.

For now beads of sweat highlight your bouncing tits, Paul gropes one and Leto runs the edge of his claw along the side of the other. They’re hissing words that string together and disappear in the blink of an eye, voices slurred and sticky. Their babbling stops and starts again as you reflexively swallow around Paul’s cock when he skull fucks you without warning. They laugh too, but you can at least pretend that Leto’s tone is kinder.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough teasing.”

“But father-“

“I said no. And don’t think for a second that you’re getting anything else but their mouth.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You lack self control, it wouldn’t be suitable for conception to occur like this. As delectable as their quivering cunt is, demons shouldn’t abstain from courting.”

“You’re saying that as you’re balls deep inside of them.”

“Don’t start with me, Paul.”

All while you’re making gurgling sounds in between the younger priest’s thighs. You hear growls that sound like a mountain lion’s emitting from both men, and the heavy thumps of something flapping in the air gets you holes clenching around Leto. Both men feverishly scratch up and down your limp body, but you’re so enraptured by the chorus of angels happening outside. You have no sense of time, it’s minutes or it’s hours before their cum spills inside of you. There’s too much to possibly keep it all inside, a good amount of it leaks from your cunt and your throat. Leto feels like Christ incarnate when you squirt all over him and yourself with the dumbest expression on your face. Multicolored pieces of glass fall down around you with the loud chime of an invisible bell.

[judasgot-it]

Friends to Lovers

"I've been in love with you for years now, thanks for noticing dumbass."

Scenario: You literally do not get the hint. Jouno nearly wants to beat you to death because of this, but unfortunately for him, he likes you.

2.5 K words

For the last few years, your life had been relatively simple. Despite having an 'exciting' job, you were stuck doing the same shit basically every day until you died.

Work out, have monthly surgeries, question criminals in completely legal ways with government oversight, and investigate and capture terrorists. Maybe kill them, since you were a completely legal government entity and were allowed to do that.

Same shit as always. It was a rinse and repeat, the only difference was how and where you did it. But it was going to stay the same - something you were going to do until you died.

Just like how your love life had stayed the same - hopeless and stale.

No one could really blame you, now could they? You had a crush on the same coworker for years, and it seemed like you'd get over it when you died.

So basically never.

It sucked.

You wanted to cry sometimes, thinking about how much you liked your coworker's stupid face.

Everyone said he was an asshole, and yes - he was. But not to you.

Saigiku let you call him by his first name, and was nice enough to give you the homemade lunch he couldn't eat. No one was convinced on how good of a cook he was, but that was fine - you were ok with not sharing what Saigiku gave you.

If he was here, you would be able to compliment him and see how red his face gets. It hurt how much of you smiled at the thought, how embarrassed he is that someone liked his cooking.

"Thinking about Jouno again?"

Tachihara looked bored, watching you as if he was observing a bird on a telephone wire.

You swallowed, tasting the onigiri in your mouth. God, Saigiku was a really good cook.

"How'd you know?"

"You're always thinking about him. It's embarrassing." Teruko glared two holes through you; as if you had tried to touch Fukuchi in some way.

"What? No I don't." Maybe just a little bit.

"Right. And who gave you that?"

Tachihara walked closer and inspected the bento box you'd been consuming for the last ten minutes. You tried to shield it from his gaze, feeling as if his eyes were going to melt it.

"Why does it matter?"

"Jouno doesn't give me homemade lunch."

"He almost let me starve once. I'm the vice-captain, and he let me starve! So why is he giving you his lunch?"

Teruko reached her fingers around your body and snatched some rice, not caring if she made a mess as she shoved it in her mouth. Like a sticky, copper-smelling child, she chewed out loud, making sure you heard her crime.

You cringed a little, while Tachihara tried not to gag as he watched her lick her fingers loudly. She really was twelve years old.

"Well it's just because he didn't want it to go bad, that's it. Doesn't mean anything."

It was something you kept telling yourself everytime he did something sweet to you - that it could mean anything, and most likely it meant nothing. Saigiku was a strange man, and he wasn't likely the type to go around and show his feelings so blatantly.

Right?

"He once threw his drink at me."

Tecchou finally spoke up. He looked like he was bored, despite recounting one of the many common war stories that was interacting with Saigiku when he was upset - which was always, when it came to Tecchou.

"I don't think he would have offered it to you anyway, Tecchou. No offense, but that's just yours and Saigiku's relationship..."

"That's another thing! You call him by his first name! It's like you're his girlfriend or something."

Teruko was laying on the punches, nearly spitting in your face as she throughout her accusations. It made you want to hide - he would never like the idea, and you would rather die than lose what you two currently had. It was the closest you could get to being anything like that anyway, so you wouldn't want to ruin it by overstepping a boundary like that.

"We're just close!"

"So close that you have sex together."

That made you nearly choke. Tecchou didn't even bat an eye, instead staring at the floor as he continued his pushups on the meeting room floor.

"We do not have sex together. What made you think that?"

This was it. You were going to die, and it was from choking caused by sheer embarrassment. Where was Saigiku when you needed him?

"Then why were you moaning in his office yesterday?"

"I was showing him how women fake orgasms. Like a good friend does."

The conversation was fresh in your mind - he was saying that he had never had a woman fake an orgasm, of course, you had to prove how easy it was to fake it. It had you both on the floor in laughter, because it was a little ridiculous; even if a part of you wished that it was real.

Hiding those thoughts from him was a little difficult, but it was easy when you hid it under the gauze of laughter.

"That's not a normal friend conversation..."

"We're just that close."

That might have been your favorite part of being with Saigiku. Even if you would never be with him, you could always have him in that close bond.

You were close. That was it. Close, like friends.

-

"Y/n."

Saigiku's voice was deeper than it usually was - either because he was tired, or because the phone distorted his voice to a deeper pitch. Maybe a mix of both.

"Saigiku. How are you?"

"Dying. That mission was awful, I don't know why Fukuchi would make me do it alone."

"I wish I could have gone with you-"

"You would have died. Literally. I would rather it be me than you." His voice was so serious, you wish you could slap it out of him. Or kiss.

"Shut up! You don't know that."

"I do. You need a big strong man to protect you, considering how you can't even walk with your own two feet."

"I only tripped one time, dickhead. Also, sexism isn't a cute look on you."

You could hear how he huffed with laughter. He must have been dead on his feet - he could last so much longer when he bantered with you. The man had petty insults on you for days, saved up for the most random conversations between the two of you. This call could have lasted hours.

"Y/n. I'm coming over to yours. It's closer to the train station."

"This is the warning you're giving me? I'm in my pajamas, you know?"

"I'd rather have you in nothing at all."

And what the hell do you say to that? A noise came out of your throat, but there weren't words to accompany it. You were left there standing by your kitchen table, where you'd left your phone to charge, when Saigiku had waved his temporary goodbyes.

He said those kinds of things, and it was impossible to know if it was a joke or genuine.

It left you a little nervous, cleaning up your apartment for his arrival. You weren't messy, per say - but compared to him, you were a disaster.

Saigiku was a man who kept his apartment organized with mathematical precision. Even with the job he had, the dishes were clean and the laundry was always folded. He owned exactly fourteen pairs of everything, so he could keep his clothes in a perfect dry clean laundry rotation.

He was a bit of a psychopath, in that aspect.

You, on the other hand, looked like a mess. God forbid you had clean laundry that wasn't ironed to perfection. Maybe you were a little messy - eating off of paper plates once and a while, and leaving soap residue around your bathroom.

The man never failed to notice, and he would gladly make it a spat between the two of you. Sometimes you left it messy on purpose, just to see him fold your laundry and do your dishes - domesticating Saigiku was a funny sight, especially when he was still arguing with you.

But tonight he was tired. Maybe in the morning, you could force him to make you breakfast.

Right now? You'd give him the peace of mind of having clean dishes to eat off of.

Because you were a good friend, you had to remind yourself.

There was nothing to the feeling of seeing him behind your front door. His warm smile meant nothing, and neither did the hug he gave only to you in moments like these.

The extra long second between the two of you, where he swayed his feet and put his nose against your hair - it was nothing special, because you were just two close friends greeting each other after a bad day of work.

If Saigiku had looked at you with his eyes, he probably wouldn't have shown you anything special in there either. Ignoring the feeling in your body at every touch had become second nature, because you knew that he felt nothing for you.

He only lingered because he cared about you. Nothing more.

-

"Did you have sex with Jouno finally?"

"Why would you think that?"

Tachihara merely stared at you - he looked exhausted, as if you had told him the same unfunny joke for three years straight.

To be fair, even you were sick of your pining. It was stale and old, to be after the same man with no results.

"You walked in with him today?"

"That's because he slept over at my place. He's done that a lot - nothing special."

The ginger looked at you as if you had grown two heads, but really, it was nothing new, and he knew that. Letting a man like Saigiku spend a night at your place?

There was always something to it. You were lying to yourself, but you didn't want to break the charade and hurt yourself.

"Is it?"

"He doesn't like me."

"Don't say that-"

"He doesn't. Trust me, if he did, I would have noticed already."

Last night you had fallen asleep on top of him, and neither of you had said anything. You had stayed like that for maybe a minute, or possibly ten - nothing was said about heartbeat, and nothing was said about how your hands were in places they didn't belong.

He had gotten up, and woken you up with breakfast; like a disgruntled housewife. No other man in your life had ever done that for you, but you weren't going to let yourself think it meant anything special.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." The doubt that sat in your stomach was dutifully ignored as you went back to your work, trying to focus on it.

The feeling went to the back of your mind once again. It didn't even exist, really; as long as Saigiku wasn't there or in the conversation, you could ignore those pesky little feelings practically forever.

"Are you thinking about me?"

The blood in your body practically burst as you felt two hands wrap themselves around your shoulders. It was a gentle hold, firm as they squeezed through your uniform.

They were familiar and warm, reminding you of the feeling from last night. It was relieving to feel it there again, even if it was embarrassing to know how much you truly missed it.

"Always am, Saigiku. Always am."

There was hacking from across the room, but you ignored it as you leaned against the man behind you, hitting his chest with the back of your head gently.

"You should be. I've never stopped thinking about you."

"Really?"

"Always on my mind. You're like a disease."

Despite his words, his voice sounded gentle, as if he were speaking through cotton and silk.

"What kind of disease?" Once again, you were trying to swallow the disappointment that built up inside of your chest - you loved him, but you were delusional to think that he would love you back. He was just teasing.

"The stupid kind that I love."

"I'm not stupid! Asshole!" You reached up to slap him, stopping just short of his face. He grabbed your wrists, entangling your arms with yours and swaying your body together as he shook his head.

"Yeah, you are."

"Am not."

"Y/n. I love you."

Saigiku's face was close to yours, and you could feel how he smelled your hair like the freak he was.

I love you?

"Fucking hell don't make me repeat it. Isn't it obvious?"

"Oh...I love you too?" You almost wanted to cry, because what the fuck was going on. It was hard to even let yourself think in the moment, because the man was taking up your space and was saying words you wanted to hear-

This couldn't be real. Maybe you were under attack, because this felt too good to be true.

"Not as a friend. I mean in the 'I want to go back home with you' kind of way."

"We already do that." You didn't know why you said that - you were waiting for his face to twist into a grimace, or for an annoyed groan to sound. But instead, he kept a smile on there, waiting patiently.

"Get the point. I want to kiss you. And do the other things boring couples do."

"...Oh."

You spun your chair around to face him properly. There was the chance to breathe again, without smelling his fancy cologne and the smell of fireworks on his uniform.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

The man before you sighed. It was a low whine, a sound you never expected to hear from him.

"I did tell you. I've been telling you every day. You just don't notice anything. Seriously, do you think I would wake up and make breakfast for just anyone?"

Saigiku leaned in close as he said this, his lips close enough to yours that you could see how smooth they were.

Reaching your hand up, you brought it to his face, carefully tracing lines across his smooth skin.

"Sorry."

Pulling him in closer felt embarassing - it was something you had imagined, but having him in your hands right there had your limbs nearly falling apart.

You expected a kiss, like your fantasies; but instead, his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, dragging you up from your chair like a cat and up into his arms, standing with him. Your legs felt weak, and there was an embarrassed feeling creeping up as you pressed your body weight against his.

"You should be sorry. I thought you were doing it on purpose."

"And if I was?"

"Then maybe I'll let you go. Seriously, why can't you stand?"

He was swaying the both of you gently, his arms locked firmly against your waist and holding you gently. His body was warm and smelled like him, protecting you from the AC and the overwhelming smell of the building.

"Because I fell for you, Saigiku."

"Yeah, I'm dropping you."

Despite this, he held you for longer than was socially acceptable.

This was for my valentine's event, remember that? remember how i have an event? that im supposed to be writing for? haha me neither.....yeaaaa me neither.

sorry to the people who requested. im slow as helllllllll. also you can still request by the way haha

[bloodiedrogue]

WEAVED TOGETHER (SAY IT'S FOREVER)

SUMMARY: After faking your death years ago, Astarion finally finds you in Waterdeep.

PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,128

WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, fingering, orgasm denial, sex used as a manipulation tactic, biting, blood sucking, descriptions of past/current abuse, Ascendent Astarion (feel like I need to tag this just in case), a whole lot of angst.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic gave me so much grief. I really hope my labour translates into something good because man, if it doesn't I might fucking cry. :') Also, fic title is inspired this bop!

MASTERLIST

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You’ve never been particularly keen on parties. Favouring quite possibly anything above the stuffy insides of a ballroom packed with people, it’s a miracle that you haven’t already left Gale’s side for some air. To take even the shortest of moments to allow yourself some alone time. 

Feeling the fabric of your dress uncomfortably stick to your skin, you can’t help but squirm at the thought of having to stay any later. Considering you’ve been here for a good few hours already, you’re tempted to ask Gale if maybe now’s the time to part ways.

At this point you’ve been well and truly shown off to the entire party, gawked at by countless of his old academic friends, so surely he wouldn’t mind if you up and left now, right?

Before you can think to ask, he’s already wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a friendly kiss to the cheek. “I really do appreciate you coming,” he tells you, drunkenly swaying as he speaks, letting out a chuckle as you hold him steady. “I would’ve been terribly embarrassed to show up at such a renowned event without a date.” 

“So you’ve mentioned.” You shoot him a smug look, watching him roll his eyes and take a sip of wine, debating whether or not to take the glass from him, knowing just how much he’s had.

“I mean it, you’ve been nothing short of wonderful to me in my time of need, so thank you.”

Despite the urge to play down his thanks, to remind him of all the things he’s done for you as of late, you merely take it, offering him a quick you’re welcome in return, knowing just how persistent a drunken Gale can get. How the man hardly pauses to breathe in the midst of a conversation —his endless string of words seeming to lose you almost instantly every time. 

Even now, as he begins to go on some long-winded speech about the importance of your friendship, you’re already miles away, longing to drift towards the balcony that rests just across the room, taunting you with its open air and lack of people. 

“Anyways, would you care for another drink? I’m in need of one myself thanks to the hole at the bottom of my glass.” Pulling you back in, Gale lets out a joyous laugh, throwing his head back while you merely shake your head.

“I’m uh, no I’m fine Gale. You go ahead and get that drink. I think I’m going to head outside and get some air.” 

All he does is give you a tight hug before he leaves, stumbling across the marble floors, bumping into various bodies that suddenly get caught up in his inebriated storm, allowing you a moment to yourself. 

You let out a sigh of relief then, turning your attention to your desired spot, gathering up the skirt of your dress so that you can race to its opening, breathing in the scent of fresh air once you step past the threshold.  

Somehow once you’re out there, you notice that there isn’t a body in sight. No couples having late-night trysts in the corner or other lonesome individuals stood painfully reflecting on their night. It’s just you by yourself, walking slowly towards the railing, gripping it tight as you allow your mind to settle. To shut down for just a moment after being on for so long.

It feels like forever since you’ve felt this calm. After years of endless journeys —of fighting and running and, as of late, hiding away— you feel that old sense of ease wash over you. Like the waves of Waterdeep’s coast, they gently lap at your feet, rising and falling with each breath you take, watching from afar the bustling city streets below as they begin to die out for the night. 

It reminds you of home, a bit. Of the nights you used to spend wandering around Baldur’s Gate, your belly full of the cheapest ale and your mind empty of anything other than the prospect of fun. Back then, you were always full of reckless abandon, constantly getting into trouble only to talk your way out of it not long after and unfortunately, you can’t help but begin to miss it all. The life before the war. Before you were taken in the dead of night and forced into a life you never wanted to live. 

Things were simpler then. You didn’t have the scars of clashing swords or the kind of memories that often shook you awake each night, covered in sweat and gasping for air. Devoid of anything truly awful, all you had was the blissful ignorance of a fool. One hellbent on solitude in a world of constant interaction. 

Honestly, if it weren’t for the people you’d met along the way you’d be jealous of that life. The one where you were seemingly untouchable, your mind vacant of regret and resentment and—

Before you can continue, you shake those same feelings from your mind, forcing out a heavy breath as you try to maintain the calm. The ocean of waves of Waterdeep pooling between your toes, knowing it’s the only way you’ll move on. If you focus on the positives —if you refuse to look back even for the slightest of moments you’ll forget all about those other lives you lived. All the chapters you spent haphazardly scribbling down, trying desperately to get to this moment.

It seems impossible sometimes, remembering how much shit you had to go through to get here. Not only did you have to survive countless wars involving mind flayers and cultists, but you also had to die to get it. And not die in the metaphorical sense, either. No, you had to literally die —to off yourself in front of countless people and hope to god the Necromancer that you hired actually turned up. 

It was a whole process. One that you refuse to think about as you let out a scoff and raise your hands to your head, pressing two fingers to either temple to relieve yourself of the sudden ache that hits. 

“Remember what we said about thinking,” you remind yourself then, allowing your eyes to slowly roll back, savouring the alleviated pressure your fingers provide.

Repeating the mantra in your head, you rub your skin and hum aloud, standing for a few more minutes as you listen to the sounds of the bustling party behind you. How the music swells into a crescendo of excitement, various strings and woodwinds all playing in time with one another. 

Alongside it, a calming voice echoes over, rising and falling with each passing note that carries through the air to your ears. At first, it’s soft and silky —comforting in a way that wills you to drop your hands and take a few steps towards the entrance of the building, watching as a beautifully freckled bard strums her lute and smiles at the crowd. 

Suddenly intrigued, you move to your previous spot inside the ballroom, spotting a rather awestruck Gale who’s holding onto two glasses of red, staring with widened eyes.

“She’s rather pretty.” You grin wickedly and bump your hip against his, hearing him grunt as he blinks and glances at you. 

“I’m sorry?”

Taking the glass nearest to you, you then use that same hand to motion to the bard that’s begun to erupt in an upbeat chorus, her voice lowering to a wild growl as she kicks up her feet, dancing around the stage with some of the other musicians. “The bard. Fancy a taste?”

He narrows his eyes at you, a grin of his own peeling across his face as he shakes his head. “I think a conversation would suffice. Least, for starters.” 

Biting your bottom lip, you jokingly wrap your arm around his shoulders and shake, pressing your face against his cheek to make obnoxious kissing sounds that leave him laughing and shoving you off. 

“Unhand me, you harlot!” 

“What? Afraid she’ll see?” 

He opens his mouth, almost offended, staring for a moment as you wiggle your brows and take a sip of the wine. “Excuse you, that was my drink.”

“You got yourself two drinks?” You raise your brow.

He scrunches up his face in response before subtly craning his neck towards the other side of the ballroom. “No, it’s for Astarion.” 

Your stomach sinks at the mention of his name, filling you with the kind of dread you’ve only felt one other time in your life. All at once it sends you into a panic. Your chest aching and your throat tightening. Even your hands, once carefully wrapped around the vessel of liquid seemingly shifts to a close, resulting in shattering glass that pokes and prods your skin before it falls to the ground. 

Crying out in surprise, Gale’s previously mischievous expression quickly fades. Replacing it, an air of worry envelopes the both of you. As he reaches for your arm, allowing his hand to carefully slide down to view your newfound injury, you try to swallow and scan the room, picking apart face after face to no avail, wondering if somehow he’s already found you. If perhaps, instead of where Gale assumes he is he’s instead directly behind you, lingering like the creature of the night he is, waiting to strike. 

A shaky breath escapes you then. Peeling away from Gale’s cautious grasp, you take a minute to blink and look him up and down, noticing the growing fear in his eyes. How his lack of understanding only spurs your head to whip behind you, to find more curious eyes staring back. 

“Are you alright?” 

The question comes from a voice you’ve never heard before. So, instead of entertaining it you merely turn back to Gale, suddenly catching an unfortunate glimpse of pale skin and ivory hair quite a ways back. 

Immediately, it strengthens the dread inside, ripping the breath from your lungs as you press a nervous hand to your neck, realizing that somehow it’s already been years since you’ve last seen him. Months and days and hours all collectively bundled together, only to be completely ruined by this one moment.

As you stand there, staring —watching as he does nothing but the same, you feel your mind yelling for you to run. To discard whatever reservations you may have left to push violently through the crowd because, at this rate, it’s the only option left. Having already tried hiding beneath the freezing hands of Death himself, it’s obvious you’ve exhausted all other options. No matter what you do —what you say— nothing will be deemed feasible enough to grant you the escape you so foolishly desire. You’re too vulnerable now, standing there in your ballroom gown, bleeding from your injured hand, trying not to have a full-blown panic attack as he takes that first stride forward. 

Matching his step, you feel your body waver backwards, everything suddenly swirling across your vision as Gale reaches out to grab your arm, asking if you’re okay.

“I’m aware the breakup wasn’t amicable but maybe if you two just talk?” he suggests, his voice bouncing off your ears like a war drum, reminding you that Sufferance is coming. And that he’s dressed in his fanciest suit to mark the occasion, practically gliding through the room with knitted brows and frowning lips, pushing aside everybody who gets in his way. 

“Gale, we —I need to go.”

Suddenly your palm, still filled with glass pushes against his robes, staining the fabric as your blood begins to drip, reminding you of his hunger —of the way he used to feed. How he took and took, ignoring your starvation for something other than submission. Refusing to acknowledge the withering of your soul each day you spent wrapped around his pretty little fingers.  

As he shoves a woman to the ground, you can feel the emptiness within your stomach start to grow at the memory. The shuddering of your limbs driving Gale to look behind him, noticing the wild look in Astarion’s eyes as the crowd begins to part in fear, watching as he bares his teeth. 

It’s a look that makes you instantly flinch. Closing your eyes, your shoulders rise to touch your ears in anticipation. Waiting for the moment to strike, you all but freeze in place, holding your breath as the steps of his boots draw near, reverberating through the air until they suddenly stop.

In fact, everything stops. The sound of him —the sound of the party. All of it falls onto deaf ears, creating a new fear that has you so terrified you merely stand in place until you eventually hear the clapping sound of a hand on someone’s back, followed by the swirling of your head again, forcing your eyes to jolt open. 

“Oh, hello darling, didn’t see you there.”

Once again trying to breathe, you glance between the two men in confusion, watching as they share a lengthy embrace before Astarion’s pushing himself onto you. Gentler than expected, his arms slowly wrap around your shoulders as he does it, pulling you to his chest in a way that feels both frightening and familiar. A mix of home and hell encased around your nervous frame as he lowers his head to yours. 

In response, you reluctantly raise your hands and place them on his back, applying a bit of pressure at the centre as you mutter out a muddled hi, looking to see that the commotion he so violently caused before seems to have evaporated into thin air. 

“You’re awfully far from home, aren’t you?” His voice is barely above a whisper, ghosting against the shell of your ear as you force out a shaky breath.

“So are you.”

“I wonder why that is.”

You hum in response. Using the short moment of silence that’s granted to stare. To watch the way he looks you up and down, the edges of his lips pulling into a smirk of amusement. 

It’s obvious then that he’s thinking of playing tricks. Of taunting and teasing —using all the usual charming tactics before he decides it’s worth it to raise a little hell. 

Because of this, you merely swallow hard and spare Gale a glance, watching him magic away the bloodstain on his robes before looking back towards the stage. 

“How did you find me?”

Astarion reaches for your chin. Taking hold of it with his thumb and forefinger, he then waits patiently for you to share his gaze, looking your face up and down until he can finally see the fear in your eyes. “Does it really matter?” 

It does, but you know he won’t tell you so you move on to another question. “Why are you here then?” 

Immediately he scoffs, the smirk on his face falling for a split second. “Do you really have to ask?” he says, letting his thumb run across the length of your bottom lip. “Obviously, I’ve come to enjoy a spot of red with old friends.”

“Hm.”

“Among other things, of course.” 

“Like?” 

“Reclaiming my dead consort, for one.”

“And two?” 

He shrugs his shoulders as he taps your chin. “Not sure. Depends on how the night goes.” 

You’re not sure what to say then. Growing increasingly lost to the feeling of his hands and voice —remembering all the moments shared when it was just him and you and the power imbalance of ascension hadn’t yet existed— all you can do is pull him in a bit tighter. 

Knowing that Gale is probably growing more curious by the second, you suddenly feel a sense of protection. An urge to get rid of him so that he’s no longer at risk. 

Well aware of the power Astarion now holds within his grasp, you know it’s hardly worth it to try and get him involved anyway, especially considering how much alcohol he’s consumed. The poor man couldn’t be helpful even if he tried, so instead of asking you merely hold on. Tightening your grip as the other parts of you desperately try to rationalize just how much you’ve missed this. How even after years spent fleeing his hold —years of constant moving and hiding and watching your back for signs of his presence— his touch is still the only thing that makes you feel safe.

Which is a fact that makes you sick to your stomach, discovering that, regardless of being able to name a million reasons why you should be fleeing rather than falling, suddenly you’re able to name just as much for why you’d stay. Why you’d more than willingly follow his footsteps if he asked. 

And not because you fear him, no. Despite having just been found out —despite that growing uncertainty of how you’ll inevitably be taken back— it’s as if your mind resets on impact. As he holds you close, speaking in obvious threats to your safety if you don’t listen, you can feel the defiance in you quickly dwindle. Evaporating into thin air as he leans away to give Gale an overly friendly smack to the shoulder. 

“Gale, darling, you wouldn’t mind giving us a bit of privacy would you? Seems we have much to discuss.” 

The hold he has on you tightens as he speaks, reminding you that such a conversation is anything but optional as Gale almost immediately buggers off, drunkenly mumbling something about drinks and fun before Astarion’s whisking you away. 

Leading you through a crowd of bodies, you quickly find your hand gripping his shoulder absentmindedly. All splayed out, your fingers nervously caress the fabric of his doublet, feeling the texture shift beneath your skin, reminding you that he’s here. That’s he’s present and real and not just some illusion conjured up to scare you into coming back. 

“Your entrance back there was…” 

You’re not sure what to say anymore. Not with the underlying rage you can feel radiating off of him. Given the fact that it’s been so long, you’ve almost forgotten how to please him. To make his mind ease into those old spaces of pity where sometimes he’d grant you reprieve amongst the punishment. 

Knowing this, he looks at you with feigned innocence, taunting you with his still raised lip as though he’s having fun despite slowly inching towards the blowout. “Did you like it? I figured, it’s been so long since I’ve last toyed with that little mind of yours, best to give it a proper show.” 

He wipes his thumb across your forehead and watches you frown; your head suddenly darting back only to be ripped forward when that same hand tightens around your throat.

All at once the action leaves you gasping for air. As his thumb presses down on the centre of your neck, applying just enough pressure to pull from you a nervous wheeze as the two of you stop, he can’t help but lower his face to yours. 

“I’d consider yourself lucky that the temperament I showed back there was merely an illusion,” he tells you, pressing his forehead to yours.

Swallowing to no avail, you feel the lump in your throat become pressurized by the growing frustrations in his hand. Prompting you to panic, another airless sound emits from your lips as your eyes begin to dart around, looking at all the curious eyes that seemingly look away the second you make contact. 

You realize then that nobody cares. Whether it’s due to the intimidating presence he exudes or the potential word of mouth of his ascendance circulating the room, you don’t care, knowing it doesn’t really matter anyway. He’s untouchable regardless. A force so unmovable that all you can do is pray that he’s merciless. 

As he grips your throat amongst a sea of avoidant faces, unwavering in his efforts to patronize your past behaviours, you know then that this marks the end of your freedom. That from this moment on his control over you has been reenacted without discussion. 

“Now, are we going to obey and have a nice evening or are we going to do something we might regret?” 

Looking back at him, all you can do is nod, feeling that alleviation slowly come. Granting you the chance to breathe again, you cough quietly and reach for your throat, rubbing the pain away as you watch his previously aggressive demeanour fall into amusement, once again stringing you along. 

At which point you effectively zone out. Still feeling his hand flush against the small of your back, it’s as if suddenly your mind becomes null, avoiding all thoughts as he leads you through the main entry of the ballroom, turning down a seemingly endless stream of corridors until you find yourself face to face with an ornate door. 

Once there, he peels away from your frame and begins to pick the lock, wickedly grinning at you once that familiar click rings out, reminding you of the old him. Of how he was before the ritual, all doe-eyed and excited to experience the world and all its gifts. 

It makes your lip pull between your teeth nervously, seeing him unbend the length of his back to look at you. To smirk in a way that feels so real and him that you almost forget that he’s changed. That, instead of picking the lock to loot the room and make charming little jokes at your expense, he’s doing it so he can get you alone. So that he can do unspeakable things the old Astarion would never think to do.

“Shall we?” 

His voice rings out like a request even though you know deep down it’s a command, secretly telling you to hurry up. So, doing just that, you brush past him without so much as a glance, taking in the endless wall of books that greets you as you enter, opening your mouth in slight awe until the door closes behind you. 

Turning back, you’re then given all but a second before he’s on you. Grabbing you with such violent desperation, a hand snakes around your waist, claiming you like he used to do when you were still devoted to being his. When this idea of free will was nothing more than a passing thought that barely grazed the surface.

Back when he was still yours. 

Immediately, the familiarity of it wreaks havoc on your chest. Your heart, once filled with longing and fear now radiates nothing but need. Demanding that old sensation of flesh brushing against flesh as his other hand takes hold of the base of your neck.

The second you feel it, all thoughts are lost. Every previous reservation you once had melting into nothing against the hot feeling of your mouth pushing against his, prying open both lips to taste his tongue. To remind yourself of what it felt like to be wanted in the simplest sense. 

Deepening the kiss, he moans and somehow pulls you closer, forcing your chests together as he maneuvers you backwards, stumbling over a raised edge of a rug before practically tossing you onto the floor. 

“Years,” he groans then, pulling away to stare down at you with knitted brows and swollen lips, distracting you with that pretty face as he begins to rip the bodice of your dress. “I’ve spent years without this flesh —without this blood.” 

His fingers pry at the fabric, peeling back the only layer you have to hide behind until you’re left exposed from the waist up, anxiously breathing at the sight of his hunger. 

A sight that leaves you helpless beneath his grasp as he quickly leans forward, palming one breast while holding your face with the other. Beneath him, all you’re able to do is take each touch as it comes, savouring the uncharacteristic softness as his thumb brushes against your nipple, teasing it with gentle swipes as he goes in for another kiss.

Similar to his hands, there’s a strange feeling that comes along with it. As he nibbles your bottom lip, choosing to give you control, you know that something’s off. That instead of displaying the softest version of him you’ve felt in years, he should be punishing you with reckless brutality. Taking what’s rightfully his without so much as a thought.

Because of this, you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as he hovers above you, still stroking your chest and face. 

“Why are you doing this?”

Normally, such a question would result in some sort of punishment. A night of solitary confinement. Perhaps the silent treatment for up to a week. 

Back before you realized just how fucked up everything had gotten he used to isolate you for things as simple as this. Forcing everyone around to ignore your every waking move, he found that loneliness was the key to your obedience. The only way to control whatever reckless thoughts entered your mind. 

So, it’s surprising when he answers —when he lowers his mouth to give your lips one final kiss before flashing that smirk. “What do you mean?” 

You raise your brow and move to sit up, leaning against your elbows as your face contorts in confusion. “Why are you acting like him?”

“You mean me?” 

You open your mouth to respond —to fight against his words, knowing now more than ever that you should. Considering the door’s already open for conversation, you might as well get all your thoughts out while you’re able. Because after this it’s apparent, you’ll be stuck all over again, wasting away at the foot of a God who’s anything but forgiving. 

“You aren’t punishing me.” 

“I’m not.” 

“Why?”

His hand explores your face, swiping across skin that hasn’t felt a single touch since your departure. “There’s always time for punishment —for penance,” he tells you, tracing your features with featherlight strokes that have you begging for more as you push yourself upward. “Now that I have you again, there’s far more important things I want before I subject you to what you deserve.” 

“Which is?” 

He pauses for a while, continuing his ministrations in a way that has you forgetting why you left in the first place. Why, instead of subjecting yourself to the torment of his hand to feel the grace that often coincides, you decided to give it all up. 

“I haven’t quite decided yet.” 

It’s a simple statement, yet it holds far too much weight against your ears. As he speaks, your heart flutters in your chest nervously, reminding you that this thing between you is nothing more than an imbalance. A tipping scale so unevenly distributed that you’ve lost all hope for rebalance. 

Because of this, you don’t fight him when he inevitably leans forward. Nor when he presses a slightly rougher kiss to your lips, biting down with a newfound vigour that splits your lip in half. Feeling the blood pool out, you hardly react when Astarion’s lips begin to suckle the wound, lapping up whatever spills through as he rips away the rest of your clothes, tossing it all aside.

Suddenly cold, you find your arms rising to hold him all over again. Wanting to feel the fabric of his clothes pressing against your bare skin, you grip him tight and groan, relishing in this moment. Enjoying the familiarity of it as something warm blooms across your aching core, fuelling the need for your hips to slightly buck up, making him laugh. 

Light and airy, the sound filters through your mouth like smoke, taking hold of your lungs in a way that leaves you addicted. Wanting to chase that past feeling, your hands swiftly lower to his waist, your fingers tucking themselves under his clothes to touch the texture of his scar —to feel the old him amongst all the new. 

Realizing this, his movements become suddenly erratic. Forcing himself up with a grin, he then begins to quickly trail down your body, pressing his mouth to every exposed bit within his sightline, making sure to glance up at your heavy eyes and parted lips along the way. 

“Mm, still as desperate as ever, my little consort,” he tuts. 

Between the kisses he places to your freshly bruised flesh, he releases another laugh that lingers in your mind, further reminding you of him. Of the man you fell in love with. Of the man who swiftly slips between your thighs with little notice, raising the backs to rest against his shoulders. 

A sound of shock escapes your lips at the new position, craning your neck to watch him latch onto your inner thigh, suckling the plush through such a guttural moan that it forces your jaw to drop.

“Fucking hell,” you mumble then, prompting his lips to curl into a grin before he’s biting your thigh, forcing his teeth through the tender flesh before you can even think to object.

It feels better than you remember. Almost like a hot flash of pleasure before that familiar coldness kicks in, numbing the space that he suckles with haste. As his lips hollow out to drink whatever he can get, you feel his hand slip against your entrance, knuckles grazing the outer folds of your sex just right. 

Bucking your hips again, you feel his movements become one. Each time his tongue licks up, his fingers raise to the top of your cunt, flowing back down in such delicious unison you’re already ready to submit. To surrender yourself to whatever pleasures might await through the pain of your punishment.

So much so that you’re already begging for it. Through gasps that barely hit his ears, your voice whines for more. For more pressure or movement or frankly, whatever the hell he’s willing to give despite how undeserving you are.

“Please, Astarion.”

The moment he hears that little please he’s pulling away, grinning at you with teeth and tongue all covered in your blood. 

“I’m sorry, you want me to please you?”

He gently pushes two fingers into your entrance, curling the ends ever so slightly while keeping them still, watching as you press your lips together, unable to speak.

“To pleasure you?”

Slowly, he angles his head to suck your thigh again, dragging a fresh wave of blood through his hungry lips before shifting towards your cunt and licking a tentative strip directly above his fingers. 

“To taste you, perhaps?”

His voice is low, droning on in that teasing way that has you looking down annoyed, taking in the way he goes back and forth, debating whether or not to relent. To give in to the indulgence, watching you squirm beneath him. Forcing you to stir in your own prolonged pleasure until he all but sits back up, digging his fingers into the holes in your thigh, telling you you’ll get what you deserve once you’ve come back home.

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Ruin My Reputation

pairing : cooper howard (the ghoul) x (fem) reader

summary : he’s soft for you

warnings : blood, drug use kinda, talk of shooting

a/n : just something short and sweet so the fallout brainrot subsides.

“You know damn well I hate when you show up like this.” You let your medical supplies clatter onto the table where the ghoul sits, waiting like a hurt dog. Eyes awfully resemblant of the animal.

It’s likely that the only reason he’s here, looking this run down, is cause he’s got no vials left. If you knew better, you’d hide yours. Or better yet, get rid of them all together.

“Now c’mon darlin’,” he pauses to sputter out a cough and take a deep breath, “I thought you loved seeing me.” Shakily, he grabs his hat off his head and places it on the table.

“I love you a whole lot more when I don’t have to worry about you showing up at my doorstep on the brink of death you old..” Your words trail off and whatever insult you were ready to throw at him is taken away by the stream of air you let slip past your lips.

“I told you to quit your worryin’, I ain’t gonna die on ‘ya.”

“Oh yeah? And what do you suppose it is you’re doing right now?”

“Well if you’d quit your yappin’ and get to fixin’ I’d be doing a whole lot better, wouldn’t I?” He offers an unwelcome smile, which disappears when he winces in his pain. You hand him a vial of his favorite yellow liquid before you get to unbuttoning his shirt. After downing the vial he opens his mouth again but you're quick to cast your eyes his way.

“Looks like I didn’t need your medical attention after all, huh? ‘S a damn shame.”

“Mhm, waste of my time. Well then, I’ll cut right to it, thought I told ‘ya not to come around anymore after the last time.” Your voice trails off as you disappear to the back room to grab him a shirt that isn’t littered with holes and dirt and a shit ton of blood. Most of which probably isn't even his. And he follows behind, limping, like he’s in a trance and can’t help himself.

You hear a grunt from the other room as you rummage through a small storage box of his discarded things. Anything he left over the months he had been making himself a frequent quest in your home was in this box. You wanted to burn it. All of it. Use those little bottles of yellow liquid as a fire starter and make him watch while you did it. But anytime you tried, you couldn’t actually bring yourself to part with the tiny symbols of his presence.

“We both know you didn’t mean that,” he appears in the doorway behind you, blocking your exit, “besides I always come to my girl for help when things get rough. She's got all the good chems.”

You throw the shirt into his arms, a bit harder than intended, but he catches it with the reflexes of a man who kills for a living. Because, well, he does. You’re not sure why but every comment is making you angrier about him being there. A chem stash, huh? That’s all he thought of you?

“I wish you wouldn’t. I ain’t got time to sit around and tend to you, wait for you to get all better and leave again.”

The shirt now hangs on his body loosely, buttons open, “Now what’s got you so sour tonight. Usually you're a lot kinder to little ol’ me.” He leans against the doorframe

“Maybe the fact that I’ve got a half dead cowboy making himself comfy in my home every two weeks doesn’t sit well with me. You ever think about that before you kick your dirty boots off on my carpet?” You pause to stare at him with a raised eyebrow, “Oh, which reminds me, you owe me a new carpet.”

“What’re you talking about, woman?”

“You got blood on my carpet.”

“It was already covered in blood and dirt anyway!”

“Well, you got more on it. I liked how it was. So now you owe me a new one.”

“Are you hearing yourself? Where would you like me to go for said carpet? Anything I find you is gonna look exactly the same as the one already sitting on your goddamn floor!” He moves in slowly, cautiously like he’s practiced the art a million times. “Now I know you’re not worried about that piece of fabric out there. What is the problem?”

He swoops in close, close enough to wrap his arms around your waist with his hands clasped together at the dip in your back. You don’t push him away, though you want to. Although, all you think about is how your gun is sitting merely 5 inches away on the end table beside you. You could shoot him, if you wanted. But you probably won't.

Cooper’s eyes find your avoidant ones, the rough pads of his fingers grabbing at your chin to make you look at him. He’d never raise his full hand to you, smart man. God knows you’d think he was moving in to slap you, and his hand would be gone before he could yell ‘yeehaw’.

“You know damn well that I worry about you Coop.” Your arm finds his forearm, tugging his hand away from your face, “I just want you to stay for once, so I won't have to worry about you dying in the middle of the wasteland somewhere.” His hands find the dip in your back again, running along your skin until they rest on your hips.

“Hey now, you know I can’t stay, I got business to take care of out there.”

“Yeah, it’s always business. Always. Well you know what, so do I. So go on and get ‘fore I shoot yer sorry ass.” You step away from him, pushing him out of your way but his hands are quick to find your hips again and pull you back to him. Works like magnets.

“Now you're just being dramatic.. Alright alright, if you ask me nicely I’ll stay for a little longer than usual.”

You stare at him, eyebrows flexed in annoyance but the rest of your face has seemingly cooled down. You don’t need to say anything, he’s already agreed. He looks down at you with a soft smirk, thumbs rubbing into your hip bones.

“You are the easiest woman to please in the whole wasteland.” You feel your eyebrows relax as one of his hands reaches up to cup your cheek in his rough palm. His lips part, gazing at you with deep adoration.

“Think you’re making me go soft darlin’, gonna ruin my damn reputation.”

[cindol]

͘ ࣭⸰ ♡ " HOW THEY WOULD DO AS CO-PARENTS WITH YOU ! ” ͘ ࣭⸰ ♡

x fem reader

characters included : manjiro sano, sanzu haruchiyo, ken ryuji, rindou haitani, mitsuya takashi,

tw — everyone is a baby father, drug usage/drug bender mentioned

﹒.ᐟ 𐚁 cw— angst, bonten!sanzu, bonten!mikey, bonten!rindou, sanzu and mikey aren’t very good fathers, fluff

MANJIRO SANO ( MIKEY ! )

He’s in his son’s life but very distant. He makes sure you and his son are always taken care of but he doesn’t have a active relationship with his son, the most he’s ever done is show up to one elementary school graduation and pat his head a few times when rarely visiting your house.

His right hand man sanzu is there though as an uncle, kinda.

SANZU HARUCHIYO

Active in his daughter’s life but the relationship isn’t so strong due to him always going on benders and disappearing. When you get into arguments with him about his disappearing act his response is always the same as he goes through your fridge.

“You disappeared for three months sanzu, with not even a call or a text of where you were.” trying to nail these words deep into his head while he rummaged through your fridge.

“three months sanzu, no call, not even a ‘hey I’ll be out for this amount of days! But I’ll see you till then” you just left me and yuna wondering when daddy was gonna be back.” You weren’t even angry for yourself, sanzu wasn’t your boyfriend so that hole was already digged and burried. What really made you pissed is how he up and left leaving your daughter wondering why he hadn’t visited in such a long time, again.

Sanzu grumbled closing the fridge.“relax relax, enough with your grouching and shit. I was on a trip with mikey, just forgot my phone.”

“You were posting on your instagram story pictures of airplane food.”

there’s silence then a cough from him till he chuckles.“ah well, got the girl a cute little bunny stuffed animal. She still likes em at that age right?”

at least his heart is in the right place, sorta.

KEN RYUJI ( DRAKEN ! )

Might take the crown as one of the best baby fathers. He loves his baby girl, never misses any dance recital or holidays or birthdays to spend with his daughter.

his sweetness with his daughter almost makes you wanna get back together with him, it doesn’t help how even after the divorce he still was the gentleman he showed you from the beginning.

Always so helpful too when you look too drowsy and tired with eyebags.“I can always take sana an extra day you know? Don’t got shit on my weekend plans anyways” he joked at the end but still rubbing your shoulders, just because of how sweet he is.

You were sure that if you told him you have a date he’d tell you to enjoy yourself, much to his dismay.

RINDOU HAITANI

gangster in business but a loving father for his princess. He’s prone to missing a school play or small holiday but makes it up with gifts and bringing over his daughter’s favorite uncle ran.

as a ex husband he doesn’t step over the line, he knows your boundary. He doesn’t have an issue with you dating other men, even when you tell him you’ve met someone new he congratulates you.

“good for you, just make sure he ain’t no problem and I don’t got a problem.” you brushed it off as a half joke but he was very serious.

He uses the excuse of taking precautions for his daughters since he didn’t just want any type of man around her but he was also just curious what type of man you were dating so he hired a private investigator for this man.

when talking about it with sanzu and ran it’s laughable to the both of them.

“Stalking? Didn’t think this old flame you had for your ex wife was this bad.” sanzu says teasingly with a laugh at the end smacking rindou on the shoulder.

rindou scoffed.“this is just for precautions, I don’t want just some jackass around rika.”

“just sounds like you’re studying him, trying to see what you need to apply huh to get her back huh?” that gets sanzu a slap to the back of the head and a chuckle from ran.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

a amazing father to his baby girl, never misses a birthday, holiday. He’s always creating things for her instead of you spending money like a cozy sweater for winter and a purple stuffed bunny with button eyes for her to snuggle when he’s not there.

He knows his place as a ex husband well, he keeps his love for you at distant but still it shows with his actions. He knows how independent you are but still he likes to help you out.

“mitsuya I’m good I promise. I’m a big girl, a cold ain’t ever stop me from getting anywhere.” you say it with a runny red nose making him do a small smile at how cute you looked with it.

That explanation didn’t stop him from walking you back into your house with him following. Originally he came to check on you since the weather forecast predicted it would be a cold windy week, he thanked his conscience for checking up so now he could stop a sick you from going to work.

“nonsense, what kinda man would I be to just let you out in the cold with a runny nose huh?” he was already looking around on your living room couch for a cover to warm you up in.

“just stay there, can’t just let the mother of my kid just be sick.” a half joke from him while he went to look for tea in your cabinet.

[dearestgojo]

Summer Days

Gojo x fem reader x Geto

A/n: This was originally supposed to come out during the summer for my summer Collab, but I lost inspiration until recently so here you go. Also this is heavily influenced and inspired by "Y Tu Mama Tambien" which is a movie i really enjoy.

Warnings: 18+. Some angst. Pwp. Three different smut scenes. Reader has long hair which is then cut short. Dubcon. Use of condoms. Oral m & f receiving. Cunnilingus. Fingering (there's vaginal and anal). Outdoor sex. Public Sex. Cowgirl. Riding. Throatfucking. Nipple Play. Deepthroating. Handjobs. Blowjobs. 69 position. Spit. Squirting. Overstimulation. Breeding Kink. Multiple Orgasms. Threesome. Cockslapping. Dumbification. Grinding. Pussy job. Rimming. Double Penetration (one-hole). Anal. Male x male stuff. Geto and Gojo kissing. Creampies. Multiple Orgasms. Piss kink. Golden Showers. Dracyphilia. Cum swallowing.

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Peering over the top of his sunglasses, Satoru raises a single finger and points in the general direction of the entrance to the venue, sifting his weight so that the front legs of his chair touch the ground. The movement and sound grab the attention of his best friend, who is leaning against his chair, his head resting on the back of it, legs raised off the ground and resting against the ledge of the balcony they were hanging out on. Suguru looks at Satoru, watching as he folds his arms over each other on the railing, chin resting on the back of his left hand, “What do you think she sees in him?” Satoru asks, “He’s way too old for her, so what exactly does she see in him? Do you think it’s the money? Or does she have daddy issues?” 

Suguru swings his legs off the ledge, copying Satoru’s stance looking down at where you're standing, arm hooked into Satoru’s uncle's arm, smiling at the guest that walks up to the two of you. You're standing up straight, smiling gently as always. He shrugs and pulls a cigarette from his pocket, “Maybe she’s into older guys because she has daddy issues.” 

They both stare down at you, watching as you weave between the crowd, your head turning to look around, searching for something. Satoru’s breath hitches when you find them perched on the balcony, your smile grows, and you lift a single hand to wave at them. You turn to his uncle, whispering in his ear before detaching yourself and making your way to the stairs that lead up to them. 

"She's coming," Suguru points out, killing the cigarette on the rail. Satoru nods and makes his way in the direction you would be coming in through. 

"Think we should invite her on our little summer trip?" He asks, running one hand through his hair. 

Suguru shrugs, "Do what you want. You always do anyway."

A few minutes later you show up, smiling at them both as they wait for you at the top of the stairs, offering their arms to you. "Hello, boys," you greet, a smile spread on your face as you hook your arms through theirs and let them lead you to the resting area, "It's good seeing you." 

Suguru pulls a chair out for you, leaning over your shoulder as you sit, "It's good seeing you too, y/n. Though seeing you wrapped around another man's arm was not exactly ideal." 

"So I should be hanging on to your arm?" You ask, peering over your shoulder at him and batting your eyelashes. 

Leaning closer to you, lips almost touching, Suguru beams, eyes twinkling as he teases back, "That doesn't sound too bad."

You grin up at him, shrugging your shoulder and turning back to look at Satoru, "What do you think 'Toru? In whose arms would I look better? Sugu's or your uncle's?"

Satoru leans, resting his elbows on his knees while smiling at you. He taps his lips with his pointer finger a few times like he is thinking about your question, "I think you'd look better wrapped in my arms."

You laugh waving both of them off in the end, "Oh you guys, you two really get off teasing me don't you?." You watch as Suguru moves to sit in the chair in front of you sitting next to Satoru, a glass coffee table separating you from them, watching the slit of the red midi dress you wear expose your thigh. "So what are you both doing for the summer?" you ask, leaning back on your hair to catch a glimpse of the party happening below. 

Satoru shrugs, leaning to rest on his knees, "A beach trip, of course," he sucks in some air, emanating a low whistle from his lips, "All those girls in their two pieces suits, and their skin glowing with sweat. And then all the beach parties."

Suguru's lips curve as he watches you shake your head in disbelief. An idea forms in the front of his brain as he recalls a rumor he heard from his mother's maid. He grabs the glass of whiskey he had placed on the table earlier, raising it to his lips and speaking with the rim placed against his bottom lip. "You should join us. I hear Gojo's uncle is going to be busy all summer." 

Your smile twitches and the brightness of your eyes dulls a little. Suguru can tell that you have already guessed what Satoru's uncle would be busy doing. Or rather who. The same person he spent time with when you were locked up in your room prepping for finals. But just as quickly as the brightness had dulled it returns. Your smile spread even wider as you attempt to cover your dissatisfaction with where your relationship with the older Gojo was going. 

"I'll think about it," you respond, "We haven't hung out in a while, so I think it'd be nice."

"Good because we'd love to have you. Right, Satoru?" Suguru smiles at you finally taking a drink.

Satoru nods his head, his brain still trying to untangle the underlying meaning of his friend's words and the quick switches in the atmosphere, "Yeah, it'd be fun." 

The three of you converse on the small balcony for a few more minutes, all avoiding the topic of your dating life, and sipping from the glass of wine Satoru had managed to sneak out of the kitchen. Towards the end of the night, you're seated between the two of them, your head resting on Satoru's shoulder as he mindlessly toys with your fingers. Your brain feels a little buzzed and you're hiccuping every so often, the sound causing a very wine-drunk Suguru to giggle every time. 

The sound of soft melodic music carries from downstairs, lulling you to sleep between your two childhood friends. The softness of the circles Satoru draws on your hand doesn't help as your eyes start to droop with sleep. 

You're already half asleep when you feel the hair sticking to your forehead get pushed back. Opening your eyes a little you find your boyfriend smiling at you, slightly tugging on your arm to pull you up. "You ready to go home?" he asks, cupping your face in his large hand as he sways you both. You nod your head, the back of your throat feeling too dry to respond verbally. "Good," he glances behind you, your movement had woken up the other two, "Thank you boys for entertaining my girl."

Satoru rubs his eyes, nodding and yawning, "No problem uncle. Spending time with y/n is always a pleasure." 

Your boyfriend nods and secures his arm around your waist and starts pulling you towards the stairs, "Well, you two have a nice night, and don't get into too much trouble."

"No promises," Satoru drags, settling back on the couch to sleep.

Suguru stares at the two of you near the opening and watches as you smile fondly at the man next to you. He clears his throat and calls out, "Y/n! Remember you're free to join us on our trip if you want." 

You look at him over your shoulder and smile before disappearing down the curved stairs.

~

They didn’t expect you to show up. They didn't even bother sending you a text the night before to remind you that you were still welcome. Both men were hopeful that by some miracle of the universe, you would show up at the last second and join them. No, they didn't expect you to come, however, the last thing they expected was for you to show up with tears in your eyes and your clothes soaking from the pour raining. But there, you are on the front steps of Suguru’s one-bedroom apartment, a duffel bag in your hand and eyes swollen two weeks after the party. You smile meekly at them, eyes squinting shut before you say anything, “Is it too late to ask if I can join you?”

Suguru mindlessly nods, eyes opened wide as he stares down at you, his eyes lingering on your chest before stepping aside and letting you in and out of the rain, helping you steady yourself as you take off your shoes. He clears his throat from behind you before speaking "I have a change of clothes if you want to change, and we can throw your clothes in the dryer." 

You nod staring blankly at the bathroom door near the hall, Satoru comes in from it, pulling a shirt over his head and obscuring his view, "Hey, who's at the door?" 

Leading you towards the restroom with a hand on the small of your back, Suguru answers, "It's y/n, she's coming with us." 

Satoru's head pops out when the restroom door closes behind you, "Oh, really?" it comes in muffled through the door and you can hear them heading down the hall as their voices fade.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you feel your stomach start to twist at the sight of your soaked hair sticking to your forehead and shoulders. Mascara running down your cheeks from the tears and rain, eyes swollen and red. Your white dress is sticking to you, nipples hardened from the cold of the rain and of Suguru's home, allowing the color of them to be seen through the thin material. The back of your eyelids hurt every time you close your eyes.

You keep replaying the scene in your head. Keep hearing the sound of the door clicking shut behind you, and the sound of your boyfriend's name bouncing off the walls as you search his home for him. You keep hearing the sounds of muffled whimpers and the sound of groans traveling down the hall, which warped into themselves as you had slowly walked towards the bedroom. Your legs unsteady and sweat travels down your temples as you approach it. You can feel your heart speeding up as you open the door and find the man you had trusted with your heart, curved over the body of a blond, hands gripping whatever they could.

The sound of a knock on the bathroom door pulls you out of your daydream. Suguru's voice travels through the door, "Hey, you okay y/n?" 

You nod your head and remember he can't see you. Clearing your throat you try to sound normal, even with the knot that's lodged in your throat, "Yeah. I'm okay." 

There's a pause before he speaks to you again, "Okay, I have some clothes for you to change into, so if you want to open the door I can stick them through." Opening the door a few inches Suguru sticks in a stack of clothes, that you grab and set on the counter, "Um we'll probably leave in a few hours, so if you want to shower to warm up you have plenty of time. I don't think Satoru's even finished packing." 

"Um...thanks. I'll be out in a bit." You close and lock the door, before turning back to see yourself in the mirror. Swallowing the lump in your throat you pull the straps of your dress down, letting it fall to the ground with a wet plop. You can still see the fading lovebites from the other night, your stomach churns as your eyes travel along the path they create to the bottom of your stomach. You have the urge to rip off your skin the longer you stare at yourself. 

Tearing your eyes away from the mirror you turn the shower and run the hot water, peeling your underwear off and sorting through Suguru's hygiene products under the counter. For a man, you find a lot of feminine products, concluding he must keep them around for hook-ups who stay over. 

Grabbing a new loofa and a travel-sized body wash you climb into the hot water, grimacing when the water touches your skin. The bathroom starts to steam up, the mirror and glass shower door fogging up. You scrub your skin hard until it stings and feels like the scalding water is scorching it. You scrub until you are sure that every part of skin he's touched burns and that his fingerprints can't be found on your body. You scrub until you are sure that it'll take your skin less than seven minutes to replace the skin that takes seven years to replace. 

You somehow end up crying on the shower floor, a soft knock bringing you back to reality, where you realize the shower is now cold and that you're shaking beneath it. Shutting it off you reaching for one of Suguru's towels, the one you pick smelling heavily of his cologne, the scent that clings to the clothes you slip into after drying off. The white shirt he left you, falls below the curve of your ass, and the gray sweats slip off your hips even after pulling on the strings. Securing your hair in a towel you walk out the bathroom door into the open living space.

The dining area is directly in front of you, and the opening to the hallway is on your left, along with the living room. Large windows allow natural light to come in through the long white curtains that are usually closed but are now open due to the weather, letting you peer out into the inclement weather. Dark gray clouds floating across the sky, flashing every few minutes. You can hear the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops, the house quiet enough for you to even hear as the water pours down the gutter pipe, and the sound of the kitchen sink leaking.

You stand there for a few minutes, staring at the walls of Suguru's home. From where you stand, you take notice of the touches of feminity left across the spaces and how out of place they seem with each other. All are clearly either left behind or gifted. There are the unmatching throw pillows on the couch, one a bright red and the other a blue with a fringe, that clash against one another and the leather couch. There's a floral mug on the edge of the skin, bright colors of pink, purple, and blues sticking out against the white and stainless steel. There are a few plants scattered around the house, a few deaths, and others fighting to stay alive. 

"You're out," you feel someone's warm breath on your ear, causing you to jump. You look behind you to find Satoru standing behind you, who chuckles a bit as he looks down at your startled face, "Sorry didn't mean to scare you, but you didn't hear me come in and it just seemed so easy." The corners of his lips drop and he leans down a bit, pushing a strand of hair back under your towel. "Suguru told me you'd be joining us," he says while swinging one arm over your shoulder, and walking you to the living room, "and I will say I'm a little surprised you ditched my uncle, but I'm ecstatic we get to have you to ourselves now."

You swallow down the knot lodged in the back of your throat, tongue heavy in your mouth, and force a smile, "I hope you don't get bored of me."

Satoru plops down on the couch, pulling you down with him into his side, nuzzling his hair on the top of your head while he wraps an arm around you. "Us? Get bored of a pretty thing like you? Never," he replies, breathing the scent of Suguru's shampoo while holding you close.

You sink into his warmth, letting it envelop you, his sincere words alleviating some of the heaviness in your chest. The lids of your eyes fall close, your body exhausted from the day's events, to the sound of his steady breathing and the sound of raindrops hitting the large living room window. You breathe in Satoru's sweet scent, muttering, "I'm going to hold you to that," before falling asleep in his arms.

~

The car feels cramped and stuffy, even with the windows rolled down, your skin feeling itchy even through the layers of clothes you wear. Two hours into the drive and you want to strip naked in the backseat. 

“Can either of you tell me why we don’t have the AC on?” You grumble, tugging on the collar of the shirt Suguru had given you hours ago,

Suguru looks back at you through the rearview mirror, his left arm extended while holding on to the steering wheel, drawing your eye to the dark ink scales that wrap around his arm, the head resting on the center of the back of his hand while the tail curls around the top, muscles flexing as he holds on to it. His long dark hair is tied into a loose bun, strands of hair falling out, "The weather is nice enough to have the windows down,"

"It's fucking hot and humid," you bark, Gojo laughing in the passenger seat.

Suguru continues, ignoring your comment, "And the AC isn't working."

"Let me get this straight," you start from the back seat, "You decide to take a road trip during the summer, when it gets very hot, with a broken AC? Not only that, but I'm like ninety-nine percent sure you make enough money to have gotten it fixed before going on this trip."

Suguru's eyes flicker to you in the back seat, "Look I didn't have time to go the shop before."

You turn to look at Satoru, who's covering his laughs behind the palm of his hand, "Okay, then why aren't we taking one of your cars?"

His laughing stops, and he turns to look at you with a dead stare, "That's a touchy subject right now."

"His dad told him he had to learn to fend for himself in the real world after finding out he spent over four thousand dollars in one week," Suguru answers for him, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to hide his grin, "said he can get all his belongings back when he learns to be responsible."

You burst into laughter, "Oh no, did anyone tell him that that might be impossible?"

"Will the two of you shut up?" Satoru pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

Giggling still, you undo your belt buckle and pat his shoulder, "It's okay Satoru. In the meantime if you need to borrow money, just let me know," you tease. Satoru shrugs your hand off, and turns back to look out the window, dark circled sunglasses protecting his blue eyes from the sun, while you lean back onto the seat, "Okay, so what am I supposed to do? I'm burning up back here."

"You can probably cool down if you take off those sweats," Satoru says nonchalantly while staring out the window, Suguru's dark eyes flickering to you once more, "No one would know anyways, it looks like a dress on you."

"I can't do that with the two of you in here."

"Then die of heatstroke, I guess."

Suguru watches the sweat drip from your temple down to your jaw, your lips starting to dry. He feels a little guilty for giving you the sweats and not a pair of his shorts, but nothing can be done about that now. Clearing his throat, he turns back to look at the road and says, "Look you can change back there if you want, we won't look. Promise." He nudges Satoru's side.

Satoru looks away from the window, muttering in agreement, "Yeah, promise, I won't look."

You sit frozen in the back seat, waiting to see if they keep their word, challenging them to look. When neither moves their head from the direction they're each looking in, you move to the edge of the seat behind Satoru's seat. You set both feet on the car floor, kicking your sandals off, and raise your hips to pull the sweats down to your mid-thigh before sitting back down on the seat completely. Pulling them the rest of the way off, you feel much cooler already, the humid summer air still warm on your exposed skin, but the hot air blowing through the car windows doesn't feel as suffocating anymore.

"Okay, I'm done," you announce, fixing the hem of the shirt, before looking up, startling a little.

Suguru is looking at you through the mirror again, and you feel something caught in the back of your throat while your stomach flips. He breaks eye contact first to look back onto the road, "Feel better?"

Swallowing the spit in your mouth you nod your head, "Yeah much better."

The rest of the car drive is pretty quiet, save for the radio playing a mixture of all of your music, and Satoru pointing out things along the way. Like a cloud that looks like a dog drinking tea, landmarks, or a beautiful view you happen to drive past. You continue to drive until the car needs gas.

Suguru pulls into a small gas station just outside of a small unknown town, with only two cars parked in front. "Okay, I need to fill up, and stretch so we'll stop here for a few minutes," he turns to hand you a wad of cash, "We also need some snacks and lunch, so if you want to go get us some sandwiches and chips, that would be great."

"Oh, okay," you respond, taking the money from his hand, "Anything specific you want?"

Suguru shakes his head, getting out of the car, while Satoru answers, "Could you get me some cookies, and if they have any of those little parfaits like cups? Also if they have any fruit cups get me one, and maybe some of those Starbucks coffees that are in the glass bottles, get at least one of each flavor they have."

"Yes, your majesty," you mock, getting out of the car and slamming the door shut before bowing, "your wish is my command." You skitter away when he fake throws something at you, laughing over your shoulder as you make your way into the gas station.

The belly at the door dings when you open the door, an employee behind the counter grumbling a greeting. The gas station has an ac running which helps cool you off the hot summer sun, the sweat on your body helping you cool down, as you walk around looking for what you need. You easily find the sandwiches Suguru asked for, a cup of fruit, and Satoru's drinks, the only thing you don't find are the parfait cups he asked for. Looking out one of the large windows you see Suguru leaning against the side of his car, still filling up on gas. You decide to keep looking around for a few more moments. 

Going down each aisle, you find little souvenirs and unknown snacks, along with car gear, such as bulbs for headlights, wires, and jumper cables. It's in there that you find a pair of scissors. 

They lay on top of any empty shelf, unpackaged, probably belonging to one of the employees, calling out your name. You hesitate on picking them up, fingers hovering over the rub handle. They feel heavy in your hand when you lift them, the sound of the two blades loud in your ears. Looking over the shelf, you make sure the employee isn't paying attention before setting all the things you had gathered onto the empty shelf, and that Suguru is still getting gas, before making your way to the restrooms in the back of the building.

The restroom smells heavily of bleach and cheap lavender air fresher, and the mirror has water stains on it. There are a few paper towels scattered around on the floor, but it is otherwise cleaned, which you didn't expect given that the gas station seems to not be frequented often. Looking down the hall one last time, you close the door and lock it. Your forehead rests on the cool surface of the white door, your heart racing, and the hand that's holding the scissors sweating.

You know you aren't thinking clearly. That all the decisions you make right now are byproducts of the heartache you're suffering from. Yet you find yourself making your way to the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror while twirling the ends of your hair.

After several moments, which feel like a lifetime, you grab a section of your hair and begin to cut. The sound of the blades clipping through rings loudly in your ears, but you don't stop, separating section after section of hair. Hair that the man you once loved and now loathed had caressed. 

The bunches of hair fall into the sink, and a few loose strands fall onto the floor, slowly piling on one another. You don't cry or get angry, you simply cut until your hair rests just above your shoulders. A cute little bob that frames your face.

With the last snip, you let the hair fall and run the tips of your fingers along the ends. The cuts are a bit jagged and uneven, but not noticeable unless you really looked. The hand that holds the scissors is trembling as you stare at yourself in the mirror.

It clicks then, the reality of what you've done. You drop the scissors onto the floor, scrambling to pick up the hair that decorates the floor, shoving it into the trashcan. 

"Oh my god, oh my god," you utter frantically, chest constricting.

There is a knock on the door as you shove the last bit in, the inside of your mouth feeling dry. Wild eyes find yours in the mirror as Suguru's voice travels through the closed door.

"Y/n, you in there? We're done getting gas, and Satoru's paying for the stuff you left out here, at least we're assuming you left out here," he sounds concerned, " You were taking a while to come out, so we came to look for you."

The palms of your hands are sweating, and you rub them on the shirt, trying to sound normal when you respond, "Yeah, I'm fine," swallow looking at the doorknob and opening it, "I'm coming out."

Suguru stares at you for several seconds, at a loss for words. Blinking, he gestures to your hair, stuttering over his words, "Y-your hair."

You smack your lips, pushing past him and heading out to the front of the store, "Yeah...so let's get going."

He chases after you, calling out, "Are we not going to talk about this?"

"No. It's my hair." 

"Okay, but you could have waited to do it professionally."

"I could've, but I wanted it done now." You near the car, and Satoru looks up from his phone, wearing the same look Suguru wore when he first saw you on his face, the same words stumbling out of his mouth, "You're hair? What happened?"

"I cut it."

"Why?"

"Cause I felt like it," you bark, swinging into the backseat, "Can we go now."

"Are we not going to talk about this?" Satoru asks exasperated.

Suguru get's in and answers with, "No, 'cause it's her hair."

"Damn right is my hair, so can we start going before it get's late." 

The two men share one last look, a silent exchange of worried looks before Suguru starts the car. No one talks or plays music. The drive is completely silent for the rest of the day's drive. 

You want to say you regret the spontaneous decision, but you don't, not when some of the weight on your chest has been lifted. Sure you might regret it later when you're thinking more clearly, but right now it brings you a sense of peace. 

~ 

The sun is just starting to fall below the horizon when Satoru pulls into the parking lot of a dingy motel, the sign slanted and flickering. You turn your nose up while looking around the parking lot. There's a gated pool area, with white lounging chairs spread along the edge, and a tipped sign with rules on it. Beyond that, secluded in one of the sides of the hotel, are two large trees next to each other with a hammock, and a patch of white cement underneath it. The place feels deserted, untaken care of with the thrown trash on the paved parking lot, and dried leaves on the sidewalks outside the rooms.

“Are we really staying here?” You ask, trying to keep your discontentment hidden, but your nose still wrinkles the more you look around. 

Suguru groans as he stretches from the passenger seat, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "We're going to have to, next town is another two hours from here," he turns to look at you, "Do you want your own room or are you okay with sharing?"

You look around the parking lot, a piece of trash blowing across your field of vision, "Sharing is fine with me, I wouldn't want to be alone here."

Suguru nods and starts to get out of the car, "Alright then, I'll go get us a room, meanwhile, you two can start getting your bags out if you want to shower. We can go out to eat after, there's a nice burger joint around here."

Satoru follows, keys jingling as he spins them on his pointer finger, resting his arms on the roof of the car, "Sounds like a plan."

You stay in the car, watching Suguru head toward the front desk, your now short hair sticking to the back of your neck. "Do you think it's safe to stay here?" you voice, peering out the window at Satoru. 

He walks towards the back window, resting his arms on the edge as he looks at you, long body curved awkwardly, "It's fine, we've stayed here before it's not as bad as it looks. It's another small town so nothing ever happens." He pats the top of the car and moves to the back, opening the trunk.

You're still reluctant to get out, but you step out of the car, tugging on the hem of your shirt down. The air has cooled from earlier in the day, a cool breeze making the leaves of the trees sway, and less humid. Standing beside Satoru, you take your bag from his hands, fingers touching his, and wait as he digs for his and Suguru's. Neither of you speaks, the sing-song chirps of the birds as they fly towards their nests, and the rustling of the leaves. A few car engines can be heard off in the distance, and footsteps approaching you grabs your attention. 

You look up to see Suguru heading toward you, arms stretched over his head as he reties his long hair, biceps flexing, and the large arm holes of the tank top his wearing slipping, one of his nipples exposed to the cool afternoon air. "We got a room on the bottom floor," he announces, taking his bag from Satrou, "Room twenty-four."

The sound of the trunk being slammed shut echoes, followed by the sound of wings flapping as birds fly out from the trees near you. The sound startles you and you look up to watch them fly off, the sky starting to turn a shade of lilac, orange and pink bleeding into the soft color. 

"Come on, y/n," Satoru calls after you, waving you over to follow them.

The walk toward the room takes you around the hotel, somewhere near the pair of trees and hammock you had seen when you pulled up. The hotel lights flicker on, buzzing softly over your head while Suguru opens the door with a key. 

The lights are off when the door swings open, Suguru flicks the lights on when he steps in, and Satoru hangs behind until you walk past the threshold. The room is nicer than you expected, appearing to have recently been remodeled. 

There are two queen beds against one of the walls, light fixtures hanging on either side of each one, with a shared bedside drawer in the center, and a bible placed neatly underneath. There's a large flat-screen tv hanging in front of the beds, with an entertainment center underneath that has a coffee bar, mini-fridge, and the remote for the tv.

"This is nicer than I thought it would be," you answer, settling down on one of the beds, the sheets smelling like freshly washed linen. 

"See, I told you it wasn't as bad as it seemed," Satoru grins, tossing his bag at the edge of the bed closer to the door, Suguru doing the same before falling back onto his bed, the springs giving under his weight. 

"How about you shower first," Suguru offers, arms spread across the width.

You kick your sandals off, not about to pass on getting to the hot water first, you pick up your bag and head straight to the bathroom, "Yeah, sure." 

The door clicks behind you once more, and you find yourself standing back under bright fluorescent lights, that don't do you any favors. You don't recognize yourself staring back in the mirror right next to the door above a large sink, hair cropped short and greasy, lips chapped from being out in the hot air all day. All that paired with Suguru's oversized shirt, the only thing you have on, along with the dark circles under your eyes, you look like a deranged person. 

You don't bother trying to fix yourself and start to run the hot water while you undress, pulling the white shirt over your head, and letting it drop on the floor. Looking back up into the mirror you glance at your body, noting how most of the bruises from the previous night are now gone. It's crazy to think that in the last twenty-four hours, you went from a woman deeply in love, planning her days ahead with the man she loved, to a now single woman on a road trip with two men she had shared her entire high-school experience with. 

Once the room starts to steam up, the mirror getting fogged up, you climb into the shower, hissing when the hot water touches your bare skin at first before relaxing under the shower head. You're much gentler with your skin this time, lathering yourself carefully, the nerves remembering the burning sting from the morning. You appreciate the quiet of the bathroom as you wash, the sound of the television muffled by the door, and the sound of the water. 

When you come out of the shower, dressed in a baby blue sundress that stops mid-thigh, you seem like a different person from the one that showed up in the morning, and the one that cut her hair in a gas station restroom. You're humming as you put your dirty clothes in a separate part of your bag, your new mood has the two men staring at you, something you don't notice until you look up.

"What?" you ask, sitting down at the end of the bed near Satoru's legs.

Suguru shakes his head, putting his phone down on the bed, "Nothing. You just seem...like yourself again."

You raise a brow, "Is that a good or bad thing?"

"Good." Satoru breathes out, shifting to rest his head on your thigh, grabbing your hand to place on top of his white hair, humming in delight when you start massaging his scalp.

Suguru watches you two, eyes glued on the spot where your fingers circle in his best friend's hair, flickering up to find you smiling down at him. Something that he feels is misplaced blooming in his chest. Clearing his throat he gets up, grabs a handful of clothes from his bang, and announces, "I'm gonna shower now. I'll be out in a few," before disappearing into the door you came out.

You and Satoru remain like that for a few more moments, the sound of the shower running making you look up. A few more minutes pass before Satoru's head starts to feel heavy and you lift him off, standing up.

"Where are you going?" he asks, opening one eye to look at you.

"Need some fresh air."

He sits up, quickly suggesting, "Let me go with you."

You decline, grabbing Suguru's key from the drawer, "No, it's fine. I need some time alone and my hair needs to dry."

Satoru doesn't press any further, just stares at you and nods, "Okay, be careful, it's getting dark."

"I will," you smile, walking out the door.

In a span of a few minutes the sky has become a dark shade of blue, the sun still not fully below the horizon. The cool summer breeze lifts the end of your dress and engulfs you in the nostalgia of past family summer days when you'd go on trips like these and barbeque in the backyard. The chirping of the cicadas reminds you of lake days, and the firework shows they would have, the bright colors reflecting in the dark water. 

You find yourself truly smiling for the first time today, making your way to the hammock that is illuminated by a single light post. You don't check to see how sturdy it is before settling into it, swinging back and forth as you look up into the night sky. 

The stars are brighter out here, the light pollution from the city is not as bad, and you can make out more constellations. They slide in and out of view as you swing. You're so focused on the sky you don't hear the sound of a door shutting or footsteps approaching until someone is speaking right in front of you.

"You should have let Satoru come out here with you, I know it's a small town, but it's getting dark," Suguru gripes, stopping the hammock from swinging with both arms, caging you, "Don't want you doing something crazy like you did earlier."

His face is only a few inches away from yours, the scent of his cologne and body wash filling your nose, droplets of water falling from the ends of his hair onto your lap. If you tilt upwards a bit more your nose would brush against his. You can hear your heart beating in your ears and thumping against your ribs, the palms of your hands.

You smile up at him, "It's not that bad, the sun's just starting to go down. Anyways you're here now."

He drops his arms, grumbling, "God, I swear I wish I knew what was going on in that little head of yours. Scoot over." You move over, feeling the hammock slightly give under Suguru's weight as he sits beside you. You're quiet for a few minutes, Suguru gently swaying you with his heels on the ground. The sound of his voice startles you when he breaks it, "So are you going to tell me why you were crying this morning?"

You puff your cheeks, blowing the air out slowly, smiling sadly at the ground, remembering his comment from the party, "I think you already know, but if I must." You take another breath of hair, sighing as you turn to look at him, "I found him in bed with another woman, so I just left. Honestly, I didn't even know I was crying until I showed up at your doorstep."

It's quiet again, the cicadas chirping off in the distance, along with a dog barking at something, and the leaves crinkling over your head. You watch your feet hang above the ground, Suguru still swaying you back and forth.

"Well, he's an idiot if he thinks he can do better than you. Especially at his age," Suguru's words are somewhat comforting, they have you looking up at him, eyes widened, and giggle slipping from your lips. Suguru smiles at you, eyes shut closed, "What? I'm just saying it how it is. He thinks he's some big hot shot when he's just a forty-year-old man who can't date women his age 'cause he's a walking red flag." You laugh harder, your body shaking, laughter slowly dying, and your vision focusing on him through the tears.

You shouldn't. You know you shouldn't, that you're letting the heartache that weighs down on your chest cloud your judgment, but you lean in any way to press your lips to his, the hammock swaying under your movement. Suguru's lips are slightly chapped, and he tastes of the greasy hot dog Satoru had gotten each of you at the gas station earlier. You're sure he can taste the same thing on you when you slide your tongue into his mouth. Your hand finds its way into the tangled mess of his wet hair, threading your fingers through it as you pull him down to deepen the kiss. 

He forces himself to pull back, a string of spit connecting your lips, breathing unsteadily, asking, "You sure about this?" You look down at him, the sound of your heart beating loud in your ears. Swallowing down you nod, reconnecting your lips for a more passionate kiss that more tongue and teeth knocking against one another.

"Make me forget about him." 

The hammock sways more when you toss your legs over his waist, tilting it so far back that the two of you almost flip over onto the ground, but you never break the kiss. The hand in his hair massages his scalp while you grip his bare shoulder with the other, slowly letting it drop to feel his broad chest and ridges of his abdomen. Playing with the waistband of his loose-fitted sweats.

He moans into your mouth when you cup him through the material, your hand applying pressure down as your rub it. "You're a tease you know?" He utters, hand reaching up to hold onto your jaw as he kisses along your exposed neck and chest, fingers slipping under your dress.

You tremble above him as you feel his hand going up higher, your hand slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats, discovering that he forwent underwear. "What about you? You didn't even put on underwear," you throw back, feeling his hot length in the palm of your hand, fingers wrapping around at the base. 

"Fuck," he murmurs into your neck, nipping at the skin while burying his face further into your neck, his comeback dispersing from his thought process when you start stroking him. He hurriedly bunches the front of your dress, not wanting to let you do all the work, and groans when he sees the lacey blue thong, a small wet patch already forming. He circles your clit with his forefinger, his legs shifting underneath you to have more of a steady ground. He nuzzles his face back into your chest, nibbling and sucking on the tops of your breasts. 

Your head is resting on top of his, free hand tangled in his long damp hair, your breathing growing more uneven the more he plays with your clit and folds through your underwear. His cock grows harder in your hand, twitching when you brush on the bottom of the mushroom tip, his sweatpants getting in the way. 

Suguru's fingers slide the fabric of your thong to the side, directly touching you, fingers glistening under the moonlight. He circles your entrance with one finger, slowly slipping it in, groaning when he feels your walls pulsing around his thick digit. "You're so fucking wet, Jesus Christ, and hot," he huffs, "Guess he didn't fuck you right if just a few touches can get you soaked." 

Pull the waistband of his pants down freeing his cock, looking down to watch as it hits his lower stomach. Drool seeping out the corners of your mouth as you slur, "He didn't. I rarely ever came when we did it." 

"Oh really, guess I'll have to help you make up for all the times you didn't get to cum," he replies, slipping a second finger, making a come hither motion. His fingers feel deep inside your cunt, brushing against that one spot Satoru's uncle never seemed to quite reach. The spot that has your eyes rolling to the back and your mind going in and out of focus every time Suguru brushes against it, the heel of his palm hitting your clit, stimulating you further.

You're out of it, hand moving on its own accord, fucking yourself down on his fingers buried in your cunt. "Please, please, want to cum for you," you moan out loud, your brain no longer filtering any of your thoughts, "wanna come all over your fingers and your cock," your hand squeezes around his length.

Suguru chokes on a moan, his hips thrusting up into your hand, the hammock starting to sway again as he loses his ground while doing so, "Fuck, keep doing that, just like that."

Your hand moves up and down, matching the rhythm set by him, watching as the head of his cock is squeezed in your hand before it pops back up when you go down his shaft. You don't understand why, but the sight has you gushing around Suguru's fingers, thighs starting to tremble as your first orgasm approaches.

"Gonna cum," you whimper, burying your nose in his hair. The squelching sounds of your pussy grow louder and louder with every thrust of his fingers.

The front of your dress gets pulled down, exposing your tits to anyone who happens to walk by, Suguru's warm lips encasing one, biting into it before pulling back to look at the lewd expression on your face. "Then cum," he tells you, taking the nipple back into his lips to suck on it.

A couple of more movements of his fingers and you fall apart above him. His cock slips from your grasp, arms flying up to steady wrap around his neck while you shake, his fingers still moving in and out, helping you ride out your orgasm. You're mind goes blank, and the only thing you're able to process is the pleasure coursing through your body. 

When you come back down, the world feels fuzzy, your entire body buzzing. You feel circular motions being rubbed onto your lower back, the sensation relaxing and has you melting into Suguru's warm embrace.

"You good?" He asks, the side of his face resting on your chest, tongue licking the sweat off.

 Nodding you answer, tongue lax from the post-orgasm bliss, "Yeah, I'm good."

The hammock continues to sway, the heels of his fit touching the ground. The swaying cause you to feel something hard pressing to your inner thigh, making you very aware that you were the only one you came, and that Suguru is still suckling out your nipples, tongue playing with the hardened buds.

"You have pretty tits," he comments, apparently unbothered by his hard boner.

You ignore his compliment and snake your hand between your bodies, running your nails along his navel. "You didn't get to come," you say, looking down at him with a pout.

Suguru lets go of your nipple with a soft pop, smiling up at you, "Yeah, but that can easily be fixed," his fingers find your hole again, and he circles around it, "by you letting me fuck your tight little cunt properly."

You let out a moan, arms tightening around his neck. There's no need for you to respond, the way you press and push your tongue into his mouth is enough to let him know that you were planning on it anyway. Why start something if you weren't going to do it right anyway?

The two of you continue to kiss, tongues tangling with each other. Drool covers your faces as you sloppily kiss one another. Suguru's hands find the globes of your ass, large hands squeezing them and lifting the back of your dress, exposing your ass and wet pussy to the summer breeze.

Anyone could walk out into the parking lot and see what you two are up to, but you didn't care, you were intoxicated by the smell of Suguru, warm hands holding your legs open as he ran the head of his cock between your folds. You didn't care cause you also had this urge and need to erase the sensation of the places your ex had touched, to reach places he had never made you reach. If anyone saw you, well that was the last thing on your mind and the least of your worries right now.

"Need you, Sugu," you whimper, feeling the tip bump against your swollen clit. 

You feel one of his hands slide down your thigh, slipping into the pocket of his sweats, "One second, pretty girl, need to be safe first." He holds up a shiny blue foiled square packet between two fingers, tearing it open with his teeth.

"So you just care condoms around?" you ask, forehead pressed against his, one of your hands coming down to help him slide the rubber on his cock. 

"No," he pauses, the grip on your thigh getting tight," but you know who does? Satoru. And I just happen to be wearing his pants." The condom is fully on by the time he finishes his sentence, "There all done, now where were we."

"You were about to fuck me," you reply, reaching down to position him at your entrance. You both moan when the head slides in, your walls clenching around it. You slide down on his cock, inch by inch, feeling the stretch of his thick cock, your eyes glued on the spot where you two are starting to meet.

When you bottom out, Suguru tosses his head back, cursing loudly, "Fucking hell, your pussy feels like heaven," his nails dig into your skin, "You're squeezing me so fucking good right now." 

"Yeah?" you get out, brain starting to feel mushy all over again, filling absolutely full with his cock buried deep in you. You give yourself a few moments to adjust, before raising yourself up, whining loudly as you feel the drag of his cock, and dropping back down. 

The hammock sways because of your movements, slowly at first, matching the pace you set as you slowly bounce on Suguru's cock. But the fast your start to move the more the hammock rocks back and forth. Your boobs shake in Surugu's face, his footing on the ground lost as he chases after the sweet taste of your skin. 

"Feels so good, Sugu," you whimper, dragging out the last vowel of his name. The muscles of your thighs are starting to burn, and the spots where your knees dip down into the hammock hurt. But none of that matters to you when it feels like your insides are getting turned inside out and the scent of Suguru's sweat permeates the night's summer air.

Large hands grip your ass and soft lips nip on your neck, Suguru's warm breath tickling your skin when he speaks, "Yeah? Are you gonna cum all over my cock soon? Gonna let me feel you cream all over it while I fuck you outside?"

You nod, arms pulling closer into your chest, struggling to continue lifting yourself, warm flushing throughout your body, "Yeah. I want cum again, all over your cock." 

His hips move upwards to meet yours, the hammock swaying severely. The sounds of skin rubbing against skin sounds loud in the parking area and the sound of the rope straining around the tree synchronizes with the thrusts of your hips meeting his. The loud creaking would have had you burning with embarrassment if your mind wasn't going blank as you cum.

Your orgasm comes in long waves, rolling over your body. Warmth washes over your body as you shake in Suguru's hold, hips stilling against his while you cum, all the strength to lift yourself gone from your legs, choked moans falling from your lips. "Oh my god, so good. O-oh my god," you sob burying your head in his long hair.

Your hips roll into his, walls clenching and unclenching around his thick cock. Everything feels warm and out of focus, you barely notice that Suguru has stood up until you feel the bark of one of the trees on your back. The rough pieces dig into your lower back, surely leaving scratch-like marks, while Suguru ruts into it. 

His breathing is irregular, his large hands holding up by your thigh, chasing his own release. His nose is buried in the crook of your neck, hot breath hitting your burning skin, and his loud grunts right under your ear. You can feel his lips moving on the junction of your neck, but you don't hear any of the perverted words his saying, the world beyond his shoulder turning white.

You cum for the third time, body arching off the tree, legs shaking around Suguru's waist. Your release spurs his, and he cums in the condom, sweaty forehead pressed against your chest. You wonder if his vision also goes white and if he hears the same ringing in his ears as he empties his balls.

The hearing in your ears slowly returns, vision clearing, your arms still wrapped around his neck while he mindlessly kneads your ass. The first thing you hear is the rustling of the leaves and tall grass, and Suguru's labored breathing. The next is the far-off call of your names, you're brain recognizing Satoru's voice. You can't pinpoint where he is, but assuming the distance he's on the other side, probably heading toward the restaurant Suguru had mentioned to look for you. 

Wiggling in Suguru's hold, you drop your legs, choking on a moan when you feel him still hard inside of you. Suguru shakes, whimpering, "Stop that, you're not helping."

"How are you still hard?" you ask, eyes staring in the direction of the hotel room, half-expecting to see Satoru round the corner and find you. Your hand sneaks down, pushing on his navel slowly pulling his still-hard cock out.

Suguru hisses at the sensation of your fingers touching him, pressing soft kisses under your earlobe, "There's a thing called stamina, and I have plenty to go all night."

You chuckle, your body feeling like jelly in his hold, fingers carding through his long now dried hair, "Yeah, but we don't have all night, Satoru's looking for us."

"I heard," he murmurs, dropping your legs and pressing another kiss to your lips. He squeezes your ass, making you gasp, taking the chance of your lips being parted to slip into your mouth once more. 

You enjoy being kissed, and touched, by him more than you want to admit. But as your head beings to clear, as you began to realize while kissing him, going through with this is all feels wrong now. Both Suguru and Satoru had been your best friends throughout most of your high school years, and though you had daydreamed of kissing like this, doing things like this, with either one of them, you knew that crossing that line would change things between all three of you. 

You break the kiss, your hands resting on his shoulders, you're out of breath when you speak, "Aren't you scared he'll find us? What are you supposed to say if he does?"

Suguru comes up, a grin painted on his face, his lips swollen, "Then I guess you better hurry and help me with this." His hold on your waist loosens, one hand coming up to support himself on the tree behind you while he slips the condom off, tossing it into the shrubs beside you. Stroking himself with one hand while you drop down to your knees.

The patch of grass you kneel on isn't the softest, small rocks dig into your knees, and your soaked underwear sticks uncomfortably to the inside of your thigh when you rest your weight on the back of your calves. You put your hands on his half-covered thighs, tugging the rest of the sweatpants down to his knees while looking up at watching him touch himself. Keeping your hands on his thighs, nails digging into the hard muscles, you lick a long stripe from the crease of his balls to the slit on his tip, his hand coming off to rest on the back of your head.

You bat your lashes at him while you run your tongue along the shaft, teasing him endlessly, taking some enjoyment in the frustrated grunts he lets slip. You take one of his balls into your lips, suckling on it while running your hand up and down his shaft, feeling it burn an imprint into your palm. Memorizing the sounds he makes as he waits for you to take him into your mouth. Even with his hand resting on the back of your head he doesn't force you to stop teasing him and for that, you decide to end your torture and take the tip into your mouth. You've already long crossed the line that kept you at just friends.

Suguru easily hits the back of your throat, and the girth of his cock causes the corners of your lips to burn, the muscles of his thighs spasming as you take him in deeper. It takes you some time to acclimate to his size, having to pull off a couple of times before your nose is almost touching the trimmed hairs on his pelvis. But you manage, throat constricting around his cock, tongue licking the large vein that runs underneath. His finger grips a bunch of your hair, and the hand on the tree clenches while he exhales harshly out of his nose. You look up at him, eyes wide and dewy from the painful stretch of your mouth, the insides of your cheeks hollowing. His jaw clenches and the hold on your hair tightens.

He almost sounds broken when he speaks, dark eyes hazed over with pure unadulterated lust, "You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth," his fingers loosen just enough so he can rub his thumb on your temple, "It's taking everything in me not to fuck it right now. Wanna feel you gagging around it so badly right now. Wanna fuck myself into your throat until there's tears streaming down your pretty little cheeks." You hum around him, the sultry sound of his voice causing slick to seep out of your ruined cunt, "Oh? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Too bad we don't have enough time...but maybe next time."

You choke around him when his hips move on their own, pushing himself even further down your throat, your nails digging into his thighs. Pulling off you take a deep breath, strings of spit connecting your lips to his length. You pout up at him, voice hoarse, "That was mean."

"I know," He groans out, watching you take him back into your mouth, struggling much less than the first time. You pause when his coarse pubic hairs brush on the tip of your nose, swallowing around his length, humming when he tosses his head back moaning. Hollowing your cheeks you pull back until just the tip is inside of your mouth, swirling your tongue around the slit. Breathing in through your nose you glide your head back down, flatting your tongue on the underside. 

You start out with a slow steady pace, taking your time and letting your throat adjust to the girth and length, whiffing the scent of his body wash that lingers on his skin. Your rhythm increases so that the sounds of your gurgles and hums can be heard by anyone who happens to walk out of their room. Your knees are starting to hurt where the small pebbles in the grass dig harshly into your flesh, you're sure you're even bleeding some from the jagged edges of a few of the rocks cutting into it. But you can't bring yourself to care when the sight above you is heavenly. 

Suguru's hair is cascading over his face, his body curved downward, and his forehead rests on the hand that is supporting him against the tree. His mouth is ajar, letting moans and whines slip past them as he twitches in your warm mouth, his release looming over him.

"Can you hear the lovely noises your mouth is making while you take my thick cock down your tight throat?" He groans, the muscles of his thighs spasming under your hands. You hum around him, pushing your head down until your chin touches his swaying balls, batting your eyelash at him. He snickers at the lust-filled look you give him while pulling back, your teeth dragging along the length. "Gonna let me come in your mouth?"

"Mmhm," your hand moves down to play with his heavy balls, mouth descending once more. 

You take more than you meant, your throat spasming around his length, loud choked sounds reaching his ears. He would feel sorry, but the sound of you gagging around his cock and your hand squeezing his sac, is all it takes to push him over the edge.

He instinctively pushes you back down on his member when you attempt to come up for air, not expecting him to finish at that moment. His hips move reflexively into your mouth, the salty taste of his cum filling your mouth, fucking his cum down your throat, whimpering and heaving for air while his thighs twitch under the palms of your hand. 

When he finishes his hold loosens up and you pull back, breathing in throw your nose, chest hurting from the lack of air. You keep your mouth closed as you try to recuperate, freeing one hand to hold on to Suguru's softening cock, resting back. You swirl the contents in your mouth, humming while tapping Suguru's thigh to get his attention. Your position the head of his cock under the curve of your lips, carefully opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, the tip brushing against the slit.

Above you, Suguru's eyes focus on the sight below him, his cock twitching in your hand. He wishes for a moment that he'd carried his phone out when he came to look for you, but how was he supposed to know you would end up in such a crude position? He would've taken the video of you swallowing his cum as a memento, one that he would've treasured for the rest of his life. 

"You're a little minx, you know that," he grunts out while you tuck him back into his pants. You stand and fix the top of your dress, reaching beneath to pull off your drenched underwear which you toss in a can near the opposite tree, shrugging. 

"I've been told," you respond, feeling the cool summer breeze blow under your dress, expression unreadable. 

Silence follows and the two of you stand awkwardly a few feet from each other, desire no longer clouding your minds. Your mouth opens and closes a few times like you can't form the correct words to say right now. You had wanted this earlier, had wanted to forget the touch of the man you had once loved, and you had for those couple of minutes. But now that you were thinking more clearly you knew that you had made a mistake by using one of your closest friends for your own benefit. Now not only did you still feel the fingertips of a ghost but the soft lingering touches of someone you still cared for and who would still very much play a part in your life. 

It's as if Suguru can see the turmoil going on inside your head, even when you show very little, but he lets out a sigh and rubs the back of his neck before breaking the silence, "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want. This could be a one-time thing. Don't feel guilty about it either, I know how you can be, I knew you were hurting and still let you go through with it." You blink at him, the breeze lifting the bottom of your dress, the far-off calls of your name reaching your ears. Suguru looks over his shoulder, turns on his heel, and starts walking toward the room, "Come on, Satoru's still looking for us."

He doesn't turn back to make sure you follow him. His hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants. And that simple act makes your heart ache even more than when you found your boyfriend in bed with another woman.

~

The tension is thick between you and Suguru the next day, Satoru oblivious to the events that transpired the night before sits in the back seat sleeping for most of the drive. Which leaves you alone in the front with your body positioned at an awkward angle leaning on the passenger door. Sugurur's music plays lowly, his thumb brushing along the curve of the steering wheel and his eyes on the road ahead.

You're cropped hair blows against the wind, chin resting on the palm of your head while you watch fields and trees flash past. A pair of Satoru's sunglasses rest on the bridge of your nose, protecting your eyes from the glaring sun and hiding the glances you sneak at Suguru.

His jaw is set while he looks ahead, glancing at his mirrors, and his hair is pulled into a ponytail, sunglasses resting on the top of his head. The hand that's holding onto the wheel flexes causing the snake head of his tattoo to give the illusion of it opening its mouth, the movement drawing your attention to travel down his face to this hand. A tingling feeling blossoms in the pit of your stomach, recalling the warmth of them wrapped around your body, holding you up, and the heaviness of his hand on the crown of your head when you had your mouth wrapped around him. Your eyes flicker from his tattoo to his crotch, which is still covered by the same sweats he wore the previous night.

"You're not going to talk to me, but you're going to eye me like a piece of meat?" he grouses, turning his head to look at you.

Your eyes flutter back to the passing scenery, your face feeling hot and the back of your throat drier than ever. Your voice is a higher pitch when you answer, the palms of your hands sweating on your lap, "I don't know what you're talking about, I wasn't looking at you."

"Yeah, sure, and you didn't have my cock down your throat last night," he throws back, laughing, attempting to sound teasing, but you can hear the hurt behind his chuckle.

Your entire head snaps to look back at Satoru, who is thankfully still peacefully sleeping in the back curled in an uncomfortable angle, "Sshh, do you want Satoru to find out?"

"I wouldn't mind if he did," Suguru shrugs, turning to look at you. You wish his sunglasses were obscuring his eyes so that you wouldn't have to see the saddened look they give you, "Look I told you not to worry about last night, let's just act like it never happened. 'Kay?"

You swallow, shifting back to your prior position, chest hurting, "How can we when you won't even look at me? I'm not the one making things weird, you are. Last night shouldn't have happened at all."

"Am the one making things wierd?" Suguru snickers, his voice rising, "You're the one who couldn't even look me in the eyes last night after you threw your underwear in the trash."

You're head whips around to look at Satoru, "Shh, you're going to wake him. Anyways you're the one who didn't talk to me for the rest of the night, and you completely ignored me this morning."

"Cause I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Well, you're making me uncomfortable now by not talking to me," you argue back, watching his jaw clench and unclench before he turns back to the road.

"Fine, I'll start talking to you again," he infers, running his tongue on his bottom lip, clearing his throat before asking "Why do you care so much if Satoru finds out if we slept together." You know Suguru well enough to know that he isn't asking out of simple curiosity, but because it's clearly bothering him that you care so much. 

You sigh, glancing at the backseat once more, "Because we're friends, and I don't want his opinion of me to change after finding out I slept with one of my closest friends on the same day I broke up with his uncle."

"You know Satoru isn't like that. He'd probably tell us to turn back around so he could beat the living shit out of him." 

You swallow, a knot forming in the back of your throat, "I know, but still."

The car falls quiet after that, the awkward tension between you and him remains, but at the very least he asks you to change the music or give him directions and you can sit comfortably in your seat. You don't know if things will ever return to the way things were before, but what you can do is hope that they do.

Satoru wakes up towards the end of your drive, noting the change in the atmosphere between you and Suguru. He longer feels restless like he felt last night when he found the two of you walking on eggshells after running into him when he was returning to the room. He doesn't know what had the two of you acting like that, but as he watches you speak to each other for the first time since going to bed, he feels back at ease.

"Are you going to tell me what happened between the two of you that you were all weird last night and this morning?" Satoru asks, stretching his arms over his head, the scenery around starting to shift from the countryside to city life.

"It was something silly," Suguru answers, shooting you a half-smile, which you return.

He pouts in the back, hating that you two are keeping things from him, "Okay. I guess if you're talking again everything's fine." Satoru lets himself fall back in his seat, running a hand through his hair, "So what are we doing tonight? This is the last stop, and it's the least boring of them all. How about we go to that club from last time," he says, looking at Suguru.

The cars slowly start to pile up on one another the deeper you go into the city, Suguru's foot going a little heavy on the brake to keep from rear-ending the car in front of him that keeps braking. "Yeah, sure, but first let's get to the hotel."

The car falls quiet, the radio turned down letting the loud city noise surround you fully. You can hear the far-off distant honks, and a few only a few cars down, while you're stuck in traffic, you'd think years of living in the city you would have gotten used to it all, but the pounding in your head seems to grow the longer you stay seated surrounded by all of it.

You feel relieved when Suguru finally pulls into a private parking lot surrounded by buildings, he pays before driving into the lot and up to the third floor. He parks near the elevator, and takes his keys out, looking at you both. "Well, let's get out stuff and check in." 

You follow them out of the car, getting your stuff out of the trunk before heading into the hotel to check in. The hotel has high ceilings and maroon walls with golden accents. There are plants everywhere, and large columns lining the way up to the front desk. The receptionist greets you, an overused smile on her face, "Hi, how can I help you?"

"We'd like to get a room," Suguru starts, the receptionist's eyes flickering between the three of you, and continues when he notices the weird look she gives you, "Two queens please."

"Actually, I'd like my own room," you insert, Suguru glancing over his shoulder at you, an upset look flashing in his eyes that disappears just as quickly.

He turns back around, his voice hiding the hurt, "Okay, then we'll still get the room with two queens and one with a single."

The receptionist nods and types a few things on her computer, asking "Cash or card?" 

"Card," Suguru responds, reaching for his wallet. You make a note to transfer your part later.

"Okay," she drags out, turning the card machine toward him, clicking a few more things as he pays. "Here are your keys, the rooms are right across from each other. Room two thirty-four is a single room and room two thirty-five is a double." 

"Thank you, sweet thing," Satoru says taking them from her while Suguru puts his wallet back in his pocket.

You all head over to the elevator, the air around you and Suguru still awkward, Satoru standing between you and him as the doors close and you head up to your rooms. 

"Why'd you get a separate room?" Satoru asks.

You lean into his shoulder, lying, "Cause you two snore."

Satoru looks down at you with feigned hurt, while Suguru chuckles, "We do not." 

The elevator bell dings, opening to a long hallway with the same shade of maroon as the lobby and gold accents. Satoru leads the way toward your rooms, stopping in between the doors. "Okay, so we'll meet out here in thirty minutes and we can get food before going out to have some fun," Suguru declares, handing you your key, and smiling at you, "If you need anything we're right across the hall."

You nod, "I know." Both men stay still waiting for you to disappear behind the door. You give them a small wave after opening your door, " I'll see you in a bit."

~

You're vision and hearing come in and out of focus, the amount of alcohol coursing through your body making it hard to do anything. One moment you're swaying your hips to the blaring music, ass grinding back on someone, the next you hunched over a toilet, your knees on the dirty ground, the unsavory sounds of you retching fill up the small room. Somehow you manage to get to your feet, stumbling out of the bathroom into someone, and that's the last thing you remember before coming back to now.

It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light so that you can gather your surroundings. You're back in your hotel room, you can tell that much by the clothes thrown over the back of one of the chairs, and something is prodding between your legs. Something wet and long.

Peering down you spot see the top of white puffs of white hair, your legs squeeze around, head shifting to go deeper between your legs, drawing out a long moan. Your head doesn't feel fuzzy from just the liquor your drank, but also from the pleasure between your thighs, so it takes you a moment to recognize who is between your legs. 

Satoru's tongue lapping at your folds, circling your clit, it all feels so good. Your hand comes down to dig into his hair, there's really no way of telling you ended up here with him, the dress you'd worn to the club ripped on the ground, along with your panties. And the alcohol clouding your mind doesn't leave you much room for you to think about it.

Your legs squeeze and unsqueeze around your head, your legs stretching over his shoulder, your heel resting in the center of his back. The knot in your belly tightens, feeling as if it's about to snap the more his tongue moves along your wet folds.

"Gonna cum soon, 'Toru," you grumble, your head falling to the side. You feel his fingers draw circles on the thigh of your stretched-out leg while his free hand grips your other thigh. He hums into your folds, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure up your spine, your back arching off the bed. 

He comes up for air for a moment, a string of your juices and his spit leaving him connected to your folds, slurring over two words, "Then come." His head drops back between your legs, tongue moving more feverishly, urging you to release over his tongue.

And you do. Your back arches off the bed, your hand pushing him in further between your legs, a strangled moan slipping out of your mouth. Satoru's tongue continues to lap at your folds, overstimulating you while your legs jerk and squeeze around his head. Your entire body goes numb while you climax, tongue lolling along the back of your teeth. 

You let out a whimper while coming down from your high, Satoru's lips wrapped around your clit, sucking tenderly on it. Your mind clears, and you glance back down at him, pushing gently pushing his head, you notice his hips moving against the end of the bed. You giggle, sliding your legs off his shoulders and pulling him up, thoughts still muddled, "Do you always get so needy you end up fucking the bed?"

Satoru presses open-mouthed kisses on your shoulders, making his way up to your lips, breath reeking of alcohol, "Only when the pussy I'm eating is divine."

You smile against his lips before pulling him down. Your tongue and his tangling with each other, your fingers running through his soft white hair. You can taste yourself on his lips, can smell yourself as you deepen the kiss. The scent mixes with the sweet scent that is purely Satoru Gojo. His smell and weight of him are everywhere.

His hands are sliding up your thighs, one hand stopping at your hips while the other continues up towards your bare breast. You feel him pinch one of your nipples, twisting it between his thumb and pointer. Your hand goes from his shoulder down his own body until you feel the curve of his ass, squeezing the muscles in your hand. 

Satoru moans into your mouth, lips leaving yours leaving you chasing after them, "You're naughty," he chuckles, head dropping down into your neck, sucking and biting at the skin. You feel him grinding against your pussy, cock sliding between your folds, head nudging against your swollen clit, your legs coming up to rest on the sides of his waist. 

You let yourself moan freely, your hips rolling back up to sync up with his thrusts. Everything is becoming clearer and fuzzier at the same time, you're sobering up, but the satisfaction you feel shooting up your spine when the head of Satoru's cock bumps against your bud. "Feels so good, 'Toru," you slur, your head dropping on top of his.

"Yeah? Me too," he grunts, glancing down to watch as he slides between your wet folds, running his tongue as he tasted the taste of your juices that lingered on his lips. Satoru suddenly moves away from you, resting up his knees, one arm wrapping around your waist and lifting you, making you yelp, "You've ever sixty-nined before?"

"No," you gasp, your body shifting in his arms as he makes way for the center of the bed.

"Wanna try?" He grins, dropping back on the bed, and already turning you around, too eager to have his lips on your cunt and your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"I um..." you look over your shoulder, watching Satoru situate your legs on either side of his face, the eager look at his face makes your face burn, "I guess," you utter turning back to come face to face with his hard leaky cock. He's long, the head flushed pink, and not very girthy, balls hanging heavy.

You jerk forward when you feel the tip of his nose nudging against your clenching hole. "You smell so good," he mutters, sticking out his tongue to circle your clit, repeating the same motions he had moments earlier.

With a shaky hand, you reach up to hold his length in your hand, whimpering as you feel him swirl his tongue into your clenching walls, sliding down and back up. You lean forward, wrapping your lips around the tip. The hand you used to stroke him with stays on the base of his shaft, your mouth descending along the length until your lips are brushing against your hand. 

Satoru whines against your pussy, muttering dirty words that you can't quite make out over your heavy breathing and choked gags. Your close your eyes when you feel his tongue go down to circle your clit, moaning around his hard cock as he spreads your labia for easier access to your pussy. The vibrations have him bucking up into your mouth, hitting the back while your hollow your cheeks and slowly start bobbing up and down. 

You do your best to fit as much of him as you can down your throat, using your hand on the parts that don't fit in your mouth, gliding it up when you go up. Keeping your lips around the tip a moment longer, tongue licking the pre-cum that oozes out. It tastes oddly sweet, if you didn't know any better you'd assume it was due to all the sweets he consumes, but not that you're going to complain about how it tastes. 

Soon the sound of gagging and slurping fills the walls of the hotel room and the smell of sex penetrates your sense of smell. the back of your thighs starts spasming, and your throat burns from taking Satoru's cock as far down as you can manage. Your whine around his cock, the corners of your eyes stinging from the tears, his hands spread your ass and he watches your untouched hole clench around nothing while he licks your pussy.

He lets go of your cunt with a pop, licking the mess around his lips, fingers circling the rim. You squirm above him, whimpering, and he grins as he watches, "Ever been here?" 

You shake your head, suckling on the head, "Really? It looks like it wants something, it's just begging to have something to squeeze," he teases, pushing a single finger in, groaning when it clenches around it, his lips returning to lick at your hole.

You can feel his tongue and finger sliding in and out of either hole. The sensation pushes closer and closer to the edge and concentrating on sucking on his cock get's harder the more he touches you. You pull him out of your mouth using your hand to stroke him while your head drops onto his thigh.

"Gonna cum soon," you warn, moving your hips back to meet his finger and tongue.

You feel him smile against your wet folds, a second finger joining the one in your ass, "Yeah? Do you like your ass getting fingered that much?" You moan in response, all the words jumbled in your head, "Oh, so you do. Okay then cum all over my tongue while I finger fuck your ass."

His fingers start moving much more quickly, both curving up to drag along the walls of your ass while he eats your cunt out with vigor. You don't last long with the quick rhythm he sets, your release washing over you with no warning. The back of your thighs shake and tremble in Satoru's large hand, sweat dribbling down your temple, and loud moans making the back of your throat burn even more. Your nails dig and scratch on Satoru's thighs, his dick twitching in your other hand due to the pain, before he releases all over it, some of his semen landing on your face. 

The two of you are out of breath by the time you finish coming down from your high, chests rising and falling rapidly, your brain feeling like mush while you watch Satoru's thighs spasm, his cock still semi-hard in your hand. You can hear him mumbling something behind though can't make out what it is, and can feel his fingers pulling out from your ass, slowly sliding down your folds. 

You whimper when you feel your body getting shifted, drool sticking to the side of your cheek. Satoru's flushed face comes into view, and his cock is sliding between your folds. His lips are moving, but you can't make out what he's saying, but you can guess what it is by the way his cock presses against you. So you just nod and watch him grin before he reaches for his pants hanging off the edge of the bed, reaching into a pocket for a small foiled square packet. 

You close your eyes, the hearing returning to your ears, and you can hear him ripping the packet. You feel his hands slide behind, a few seconds passing before you feel him slide the head between your folds once more.

"Ready?" He asks, head already pushing in.

When you speak your voice is dry and hoarse, the back burning from pushing him too far back, "Yeah."

Satoru rubs the high of your cheek, raising his hips to push into your heat, groaning as he does, his eyelids fluttering. "Not going to last long," he whimpers, glancing between your bodies to where he's entering you inch by inch. "You're pussy's so warm and tight," he snickers, his feet getting planted on the bed, "Can you sit up for me?"

You look at him, meekly nodding, using his chest to steady yourself on while you rise, "I think so." You whimper feeling him reach deep inside you. You swear that if you drop down a bit more he'd be fucking his cock directly into your cervix.

"Good girl. No, fuck yourself a bit on my cock," he moans, eyes scanning down every curve of your body. 

Taking a deep breath you raise your hips, sliding halfway up his length before dropping back down, a loud moan falling out from your lips. Satoru's eyes glued on your bouncing breasts. You keep doing it over and over again, your movements have no real rhythm, and your body is tired from the two previous orgasms. And to be honest you don't think you would have been able to handle anything more.

But Satoru has other plans, with his feet already planted on the bed, he moves down at the same time you move up, harshly thrusting up when drop. His balls hit the curve of your ass, and there's a loud clap that bounces off the walls syncing with the loud moan you let out. 

Your body continues to be fucked up into, your brain turning more and more into mush as Satoru keeps hitting that one spot deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his chest, leaving bright red makes. Satoru hisses and moans beneath you, his fingers gripping tightly to the fat at your hips.

Like he said he doesn't last much longer, quickly releasing into the condom while his hand flies down to play with your clit again, wanting to feel your walls release around his cock. And he gets exactly that when you tremble above him before clasping onto him, your breath labored. 

The two of you stay like that for a long time, Satoru's hands drawing circles on the small of your back, the soothing feeling causing your eyes to flutter close. You fall asleep on top of him, engulfed by his warmth. 

You wake up hours later to the sun slipping in through the curtains of your room. A painful pounding in your head and the back of your throat feeling dry. You sit up rubbing your head, groaning while you blindly reach around trying to find the switch to one of the lamps. 

You're body freezes when you feel the warmth of a body next to you. Quickly turning on the lights you find Satoru laying beside you. One arm rests on his bare chest while the other is extended. The sheets of the bed resting low on his hips, giving you a peek of some white hair.

Without thinking, you push him off the bed, letting out a yelp, "What are you doing in here?"

Satoru groans in pain, rubbing the back of his head while he rests his elbows on the bed. His eyes still filled with sleep and his head pounding with a hangover and from pain. "Don't know. Did you really have to push me off the bed?" he mumbles.

Wrapping the bed sheets around your body, you go to the side he's on, lightly kicking him with your feet, "Yes. Now get up and leave."

Satoru groans as your hands continue to push on him, the heels of your hand digging harshly into his back, "I'm getting up, give me a second." He stands to his full height, scanning the room for his clothes while holding the bed sheets he was wrapped in around his hips, "Shouldn't I stay so we can figure out what happened?"

You continue to push him towards the door while he picks up his clothes along the way, feeling knots in your throat, "Well based on our current state and the used condom at the end of the bed, I can make a pretty good guess. What I need you to do is to leave my room before Suguru comes in here asking where you at, and finds us fully naked."

Satoru slumps back onto you, heels digging into the floor, and pouts at the ceiling, "Why are you so worried about him finding out? Are you embarrassed you slept with me?"

"Yes very much so," you reply, panicking while reaching for the doorknob. You manage to open the door, and press both your palms to the small of his back, putting all your strength into pushing him out the door, "Now that you know that leave." Satoru stumbles out the door, crashing into a person who stands directly in front of him, before stumbling back into you. Looking around Satoru's tall frame you see Suguru outside your door, clenched hand in the air.

The three of you stare at each other, Suguru's hand still hovering over Satoru's blank expression. His hand drops to his side while his eyes flutter between you and Satoru, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The seconds that pass feel like hours before he breaks the silence, "We're leaving in an hour." It's the last thing he says before leaving you and Satoru standing awkwardly next to each other.

~

The next four hours in the car drag on, and you're in the backseat again, Suguru driving the car with his jaw clenched and eyes covered by his sunglasses while Satoru sits beside him staring out the car. The air is heavy and tense, none of you talking since before checking out of the hotel. The uncomfortableness travels up your spine, the back of your neck sweating while you sit perfectly still in the center of the back seat. Waiting for Suguru to break the silence, his irritation radiating off of him. 

He isn't the one that breaks the silence though, it's Satoru with a heavy frustrated groan, making you and Suguru jump. He drags his hands over the back of his undercut, sighing as he looks at Suguru, "I can't take this anymore, so say something."

"Like what?" Suguru snares, glaring at the road ahead.

Satoru waves his arms around, "I don't know, like why you're so angry right now."

"Like you don't know why I'm royally pissed at you right now." 

"I do, but it'd be better if you just said it instead of shutting us out," Satoru replies, glancing at you, "What do you want me to say? Sorry for breaking our agreement of not sleeping with y/n," he's tone starts to get sarcastic, "Sorry that I got to her before you did."

You're in the back seat trying to speak, getting ignored as Suguru laughs, "You had an agreement not to sleep with me?"

He speaks over you, glancing at you through the rearview mirror, "Should I tell him or should you?"

"Tell me what?" Satoru asks, his eyes flickering between him and you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

You attempt to reason, "Suguru, please stop. You're angry right now, we can talk about this later when we're all calm. It's not that big a deal." 

Suguru laughs, the sound coming from the back of his throat, "Not a big deal? If it wasn't a big deal you wouldn't have tried to keep us from finding out you slept with each of us." 

"Wait, she slept with you? When?" Satoru looks at you for confirmation. 

You swallow and open your mouth to respond, but Suguru beats you to eat. His words are meant to sting, coming out harshly, the corners of his lips curving as he boasts about the first night of the trip, "Oh yeah, she did. The same night she broke up with your uncle at that. You know when you couldn't find us after showering, well we were outside and did it on the hammock before I fucked against a tree and shoved my dick down her throat. Our little friend is a huge fucking slut because apparently cause sleeping with one of her friends wasn't enou-"

You barely see it happening, one moment Suguru is grinning at the street, voice high and proud, the next the car is swerving into the opposite lane, Satoru's fist just having made contact with Suguru's jaw. The car veers back into the correct lane, pulling into the side where he breaks, your body jerking forward. 

"You fucking piece of shit, you could've killed us!" Suguru roars.

"I don't give a damn, take back what you said, right now!"

"What that y/ns a sl-"

"Don't you dare say it again. Take it back or you're going to regret it!"

"What are you going to make me regret it? I want to see you try."

You watch the two of them get out of the car, doors slamming shut as they meet in the front of the car, pushing on each other's chests. You scramble to undo your seat belt, chasing after them. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you watch them start to tackle each other.

"Guys, stop it," Your voice starts low and shaky, the two of them almost bumping into you while they wrestle onto the ground. You follow them, your voice rising as you continue to repeat the same words, begging them to stop. All of your frustration and anger towards the newfound information of their agreement, from being cheated on, and the fact that everyone was keeping something from you, spilling over in one last shout, "I said fucking stop!"

The two of them stop, turning their heads to look at you. Suguru is straddling Satoru, the latter's shirt caught between his fists. Both covered in dirt from head to toe.

"You're both acting like children, scratch that children act better than this! So what if I slept with both of you? I'm free to do whatever I damn please!" you yell, tossing your hands around erratically. You feel very agitated, the blood in your veins burning with anger, "I'm not some object the two of you can fight over. I'm a living and breathing human. If I wanted to be treated like a doll who doesn't feel, or isn't aware of what is happening, I would have stayed back home with the piece of shit I used to call my boyfriend," by this time you have tears running down your cheeks. "I thought the two of you might have been different, but you're just like every other fucking piece of shit man on this damn planet. Fighting and having pissing contests when all you want to do is fuck each other. Oh, cause don't think no one notices the way the two of you look at each other or knows how the two of you have masturbated in the same room multiple times. We all just act like we don't know," you laugh extending your arms to the side, before dropping them down in defeat.

You bite the side of your cheek, fighting to keep the tears from spilling. The two men stare at you, guilt swirling in their chests, in Suguru's more than Satoru's. This entire trip had been one huge mistake. 

"Please open the trunk," you 

"Y/n -" Satoru starts.

"No stop, and open the trunk," you stand your ground, "I'll find a way to get back home."

They both stand, Suguru dusting himself off, while Satoru just looks at you with sad eyes. "Y/n you don't have to go that far, just finish the trip with us."

You seem hesitant, your eyes flickering between them and the closed trunk. With a heavy sigh, you look at both men, "Fine. But you have to tell me about this agreement and we're all going to start acting like adults." The two men nod, shoulders still tense, "Okay then let's finish getting to this beach and getting a hotel cause I'm already tired for the day." 

~

The sun’s peeking over the horizon of the beach, hues of pink and blues decorating the sky when you make your way back from the beach. The air feels much cooler ear near the sea, the breeze coming from the sea cooling the area down for the night.

Glancing over your shoulder you were at the luxurious beachfront hut Suguru had reserved, not that you would call it that when it had electricity. The light pours out from the windows onto the sand along with the sounds of the two men arguing inside.

It had been like this since you arrived, Satoru and Suguru fighting when they thought you weren't anywhere nearby to hear them bickering. Satoru keeps trying to get Suguru to sincerely apologize to you, and Suguru keeps telling him that he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to. The two men both fall silent the moment you come into view, a remorseful look washing over Suguru's face while Satoru looks at you with sympathy. It's the same looks they wear right now when you walk back into the small living area. 

"Soo, do I need to sleep with the two of you at the same time to fix this mess?" You half-tease, leaning against the wooden entrance, breathing in the salty scent of the sea while you size both men up, "I'm pretty sure I could take you both."

Suguru jaw tenses and he exhales through his nose, "Y/n, don't even start. Be serious right now."

You push yourself up, stalking toward Satoru, "What? I am being serious. It's not like I haven't already seen what your both packing and if it's the only way to make the two of you stop arguing well...I don't mind." You tilt back to look at Satoru, putting your hand near his lower abdomen and gently pushing back onto the couch behind him before straddling his lap, the skirt of your dress extending around you.

Satoru looks up at you, swallowing down the fact that he's getting turned on by your sudden closeness, knowing that this is not truly the road you want to go down. Though you're seated on him your attention is on the man behind him, your eyes showing nothing but determination. He calls your name once to get your attention, large hands resting on your hips, "Y/n, please don't do anything you'll regret. This isn't what you really want."

You look down at him, swallowing down hard, and reach for one of his hands, pulling off your hips. "You sure?" You question, dragging his hand beneath your skirt, directing his long fingers to your bare cunt so he can feel your pussy getting wet.

"Fuck," he breathes under his breath, leaving his fingers playing with your folds when you let go and look back at Suguru who stays frozen in his spot. You keep eye contact while slowly grinding down on Satoru's fingers, moaning when he slides two fingers in and buries his head into your chest, nipping at the tops of your breasts.

You finally challenge Suguru when Satoru tugs the straps of your dress down, freeing your breasts, "You gonna stand there and watch?" Your eyes fly down to the tent in his swimming trunks, "Doesn't seem like that would be much fun."

Suguru visibly struggles, turmoil swimming in his dark eyes. You that even though he's angry with you right now for sleeping with both him and Satoru back to back, he also has a need for you both. You're not surprised when moves towards you, uttering under his breath, "Fucking hell, can't believe I'm actually doing this."

Grinning up at him, you rub the bulge he's sporting, holding him in your hand through his shorts, "You're fucking hard." He doesn't respond just looks down at you with lust dazed eyes, watching as you ride Satoru's fingers. 

You tug the waistband of his pants down, listening to them drop down to the floor, his cock springing free. Not a moment is wasted, the moment it slaps against his stomach, your lips are wrapping around the head, easing it into your mouth. Suguru curses above you, his hand coming up to rest on the back of your head, pushing you down. The words he said the other night come to mind as you feel tears start to prick the corners of your eyes from taking too much too quickly.

"I think this time, I'll make you gag and cry all over my cock," he groans, using both hands to force himself to the very back of your throat, blocking the airflow and forcing you to breathe in through your nose. 

It hurts and stings, the sounds of your gagging have Satoru's fingers stopping to look at you to make sure you're okay. If he goes off the lewd you face your making and the new slick that starts to drench his fingers, he'd say that choking on a cock was exactly what you wanted. And so he turns back to what he was doing, kissing along your neck and stretching your cunt out for him and Suguru to use, fingers easily sliding in and out with the slick your produce.

Suguru pulls you off his cock meanwhile, enjoying the view of the tears that decorate the corners of your eyes and the way your lips have gotten swollen. He takes pleasure in the way you're gasping for air, your expression already morphing into that of a fucked out face. 

He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it along the curve of your lips, waiting for you to recover your breathing. "Did you like choking on my cock?" He asks, slapping the head on your mouth and cheek. 

Your answer gets muffled when he moves forward, slapping the entire length of your face, the corners of your lips curving upwards. "Yes, I did. Oh god, right there, 'Toru."

Suguru scoffs when he hears his friends slip from your lips while his cock is on them, he peers down around to find Satoru has two fingers in your cunt, and his thumb in your ass. His eyes shift back to you, the moans you're letting out engraving themselves in his brain before he inserts his cock back into your throat, thrusting into it over and over.

Your cheeks hollow out, head starts to bob up and down in time with his thrusts, throat constricting around him, and moans vibrating along his shaft and up his spine. The sounds of your pussy and slurps from your mouth fill the small living space of the hut, anyway walking by wouldn't have to think much about what was happening just beyond the thin curtain that obscured their view.

Suguru feels himself twitch in your mouth, the coil in his belly tightening, about to snap. He pulls you off quickly, cursing under his breath while trying to keep his orgasm from washing over him, taking in the fucked expression you wear. It takes him a moment to recover his breathing, eyes squeezing shut, the moans you let out while Satoru fingers you louder. But when he's done, he's pulling off Satoru's lap, standing you up and pushing on your shoulders, "On your knees." Doing as your told, you drop on your knees in front of him, your eyes fluttering towards Satoru, watching him pull his shorts down and throw them somewhere. Long cock bobbing while he makes his way towards you, standing shoulder to shoulder with Suguru. Both their cocks are right in front of your face, Suguru's hand reaching to guide your hand to both, his voice is commanding when he speaks, "You said you could please us both, so do it using just this pretty small hand."

You swallow taking their in your hand, struggling to hold both of them as you slide them up and down. Your thumb brushes against Suguru's head, causing him to hiss and buck his hips. Salvia forms in your mouth as your watch pre-cum leak out of its slits, serving as a lubricant for your hand. Holding them like this you can see the clear difference in their sizes. 

"You both have such pretty cocks," you praise, looking up, the sight above you sending an extra jolt of pleasure between your legs, arousal seeping from your cunt.

Both men are kissing, tongues tangling with one another while their teeth clash. Their hands on the other face while their lips move against one another, their hips rolling into your hand. You can hear the soft whimper Satoru lets out, his face and ears flushed red, excessive pre-cum coating your hand. You keep your eyes on them while leaning forward to lick it all up, their whines and groans sounding like music to your ears.

If anyone had told you that you would be watching your closest friends make out, that you would end up in a threesome with them, you would've sent that person to hell. 

You feel both of them twitching in your hand, and you're almost scared to ask in case the scene above you disappears, "Are you both gonna cum?"

Suguru shakes his head, speaking between kisses, "Not yet...just need to fucking piss...'Toru too." His hand comes down to join yours in touching his friend's cock, his fingers concentrating on the head.

"Should we stop then?" 

"No...just keep going," he replies glancing down at you from the corner of his eye.

You blink up at him, a newfound feeling forming in the pit of your belly when it clicks on exactly what he's planning to do. You continue to watch them kiss, your hand sliding up and down, while you occasionally take one of them into your lips, swirling your tongue on the tip.

Satoru is the first to start peeing, lucky for you your mouth is wrapped around Suguru's cock when he starts. The warm liquid hits your shoulder, surprising you. You quickly pull off Suguru, head turning to look at Satoru, his piss hitting the bottom of your chin, he apologizes to you, eyes squeezed shut while he ruts into your and Suguru's hands.

Suguru follows right after, his hand coming down to tear yours off his cock, so that he can get a better aim at your face. It's embarrassing the way heat pools between your legs while you get pissed on. Marked as theirs by the scent. They both come a moment after, their cum coating and mixing in with the liquid that drips down your body. The muscles of their thighs twitch.

"Fuck that felt good," Suguru moans, pushing a dazed Satoru towards the curtain that hides a single bed, reaching down to pull you up, leading you towards the same bed, "Ready for more?" 

Satoru settles back on the bed and stretches out his arms to pull you into him, not minding the wetness. He presses a kiss to your temple and below your ear, whispering, "You did so good for us. You're such a good girl."

You smile against him, feeling the bed shift under Suguru's weight. His hands coming up your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, lathering your slick over your folds. 

"Wanna share?" He asks Satoru, slipping one finger into your walls, watching the way your pussy reacts. Both men speak as if you aren't there.

"Aren't we already sharing?"

"Yeah, but I meant to you want to share the same hole?"

"Like that one time?"

"Yeah."

Suguru leans down, his chin resting on your shoulder, "What do you think, y/n? Think you can take us both in your pretty little pussy. Wanna feel us both stretching out your naughty hole?"

You stare at him, blinking, you never thought that something like that was possible. "Will they both fit?"

His fingers slide out, spreading your slick to your clit, "Yeah, we've done it before...most girls seem to like it."

"Yeah?" you ask, nuzzling closer to Satoru, your walls clenching around nothing.

"Yeah, some of them squirt, so who knows maybe you will too."

Swallowing down you nod your head, you still have reservations, but your curiosity of what it feels to have two cocks stretching you outweighs them, "Okay then, I think I'll try."

"Good girl."

"Fuck."

They position the heads of their cocks at your entrance, both slowly start to push into you, you whimper at the stretch, you don’t think it's a feeling you could ever really get used to. The stretch of just their tips has you wondering how you are going to fit both of them in one hole when you already felt so full.

You both let out groans as they push inch by inch, waiting for them to bottom out.

You can feel the tip of Satoru's cock brush against your cervix, whimpering into his neck when you feel him twitch against it, "Too deep."

Suguru curves his body over yours, one hand sliding down between your bodies to play with your clit and Satoru's balls, his lips brushing against the other man's lips, "You can take it."

It's the last thing he says to you before he starts rolling his hips into you, Satoru whimpering against his lips, overwhelmed by the drag of his friend's dick against his and your warm pussy walls. 

Suguru's thrusts are rough, his pelvis slapping against the curve of your ass, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you in place. It's all too much for you and Satoru, your eyes and his rolling into the back of your head while your loud moans bounce off the walls of the room. Drool slips out the corners of your lips, landing on Satoru's tongue sticks out. You can feel them both twitching inside of you.

They release inside you at the same time, their semen mixing, painting your insides white. The same white that flashes behind your eyelids when you cum around them. An odd feeling washes over you, a feeling that is similar to when you pee,

"Fuck we really did make her squirt," you hear one of them say before everything turns black.

You're not out for long, but when you come back to, Satoru is on top of you, hard cock still inside of you. His hips jerking into you, strangled whimpers falling from his swollen lips. His blue eyes find yours, and he whines, rolling into you, "You're back, thought we lost you for a second." Another moan falling from his lips before you can answer.

You scrunch your eyebrows and peer over his shoulder. Suguru's head coming into view. You see his large hands holding Satoru's ass apart, his tongue lapping at his friend's hole. Lips wrapping around the muscle, loud slurping sounds reach your ears. Your cheeks burn at the sight, pussy clenching around Satoru's cock.

"Don't don't do that or am going to cum," he groans, his hand coming up to knead your breast.

The bed shifts again, Suguru's face popping up over Satoru's shoulder, "Morning sleepy head, I thought you'd miss the rest of the fun.

"What do you mean?" You croak.

"Just watch Satoru's face," Suguru tells you before disappearing from your view.

You turn to look at Satoru with a confused look, just in time to watch his jaw fall slack and a pained moan slip from his lips, his hips getting pushed into you, causing the same reaction to wash over you. You struggle to tear your gaze from Satoru's face and look back over his shoulder, watching Suguru push the head of his length into Satoru's ass. 

You watch Satoru's face twist in pain and pleasure as Suguru pushes more of his length into Satoru. Moaning when he twitches in your cunt, his hips subtly rolling into you and back into Suguru. His eyelids flutter closed when he bottoms out, "Shit."

Suguru sets the pace, slowly at first, his hips barely separating from Satoru's ass, whose cock keeps twitching against your softness every time he rolls his hips into your hips. The rhythm steadily increases until there are soft palps of Suguru's ass meeting the curve of Satoru's ass, who is rutting into you, his hand coming down to stimulate your clit. 

All three of you are moaning and whimpering. Lost in the pleasure that blankets your connected bodies. By the end of it all, you're all sweaty and tired. Both men fast asleep on either side of you before you even realize it's all over. Before you even realize the shift your relationship has taken

Everything will be different tomorrow. A bigger shift in your relationship with them that could either bring you apart or closer. But you can deal with all that's changed in the morning. Right now all you want is a good night's rest.

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Rewriting Vaggie because she was done dirty

Angel's backstory and my take if Vaggie was a human.

1. Angel Vaggie:

So, back in the Pilot days, I wasn’t a fan of Vaggie being an Exorcist theory. I was like, Vivienne is obliviously a decent writer, of course, she won’t do something so oblivious! The X on Vaggie’s face is because she lost her eye alive!

I was so disappointed, but I could still work with it… then I was double disappointed when the reveal had no impact on the narrative and all they gave us AMgy Charlie for one scene and fixed the conflict in one episode. 😐

That and the plot holes it created, what plot holes you ask? Well, Vaggie still speaks Spanish which means that she’s still Salvadoran but… Adam named her? Assuming everyone changes their name once they get to Heaven, why do they recruit humans to fight demons? Assuming that there’s like a whole process of giving angelic power to enforce a soul, why didn't they give to the whole army the Kamehameha rip-off Adam has? The Extermination would have been much more faster and deadly if they could just Kamehameha Pentagram Cities.

Most importantly, even if they have enhanced speed, strength, or whatever, if they are all humans, why did they think they were invincible?! Surely if they can kill sinners who are human souls, they’ll know that they can also be killed themselves? Right?! RIGHT?!

I hate the worldbuilding in this show, I hate it!! 🥲

Anyway my rewrite of Angel Vaggie, she won’t be Salvadoran and was fully created in Heaven so no Spanish.

Here’s the thing, the Exorcists were created with Adam’s ribs. A little bit of physiology here, ribs can regrow and repair even when a large a portion of it is damaged. So with Heaven's supervision, creating an army of women with Adam’s ribs was relatively a fast and painless process for the First Man.

You’ll ask me, why make them with ribs? Well, the reason why Eve was made with Adam was a reminder that God created her beside him. They complemented each other, I wanted to do something similar. Adam feels content with The Exorcists because he finally has a group of women who actually listen and are interested in him and not some random with wings. The Exorcists are entitled to Adam and feel worthless without following him around and his orders, a bit like Pearl in Steven Universe, they were created that way.

They still possess some form of autonomy and develop their own personality, not following Adam’s orders just feels odd to them. Then someone actually did it and we all know how that ended.

Whoops that must have hurted.

My take on Vaggie and Lute’s relationship ⇢ here ⇠

So, in Hell, Valtiel (I renaimed her) was totally distraught, she was scared and didn’t know what to do, she was so used to blindly following orders. Sparing this child seemed like it was the worst decision she’d ever made but it also felt right, the poor girl couldn't grasp her feelings correctly at the moment.

She managed to survive a few months in Hell by making a relatively short deal with a local gang to receive aid, in exchange, she used her fighting skills to help them steal food and survive as a whole, she did not develop any sense of belonging to the group and mostly did it for survival.

When her deal came to an end she separated herself from the gang and stayed for a long time in different disaffected buildings with other SDFs preferring to continue her path alone, she felt horribly empty, devoid of purpose without following someone.

Until she saw a star.

The Princess was trying to promote her Hotel on the street, and while Valtiel thought her project was very delusional, she accepted. The Hotel was an old establishment but it was certainly more well-kept than where she used to be, and it was free.

I’m sparing the details, they slowly fell in love and Valtiel projected the toxic dependence she had on Adam to Charlie. While the two truly love each other, Valtiel will need to learn to find herself and not depend on others to live. If she were to have her wings back, it wouldn’t angel's wings but a moth's wings. As a way to metaphorically represent the fact that she changed, like a moth.

She never told Charlie about her past.

I renaimed her Valtiel because it meant “Attendant of God” If you go search a list of angels in Christian Mythology, you’ll notice each of them has “El” as the last syllabus. It’s because “El” in Hebrew means God.

1. Human Vaggie:

Lemme do a research real quick…

Wait a minute..

… y’know. I’m starting to believe that Vivienne is just lazy, obliviously this is one of Vaggie's concepts of backstory, the famous one being that she died in 2014.

But am I the only one who sees the potential?!! Like all things are linked! It makes sense! The very militaristic attitude she had during the Redemption Exercises, the fact that she brought the cast to a war front to build their trust, jeez that’s a missed opportunity to do something that is (to me) much more interesting than a theory made by fans.

So as a good writer, I did a little research because someone had to do it since Medrano won’t, and here is what I came up with.

(If anyone sees any historical mistakes report them to me, I really don’t want to disrespect anyone and I know wars in a really difficult subject to write about. Sorry if I offended anyone.)

Her name is Vanessa she was born in 1968 in El Salvador and died in 1990. Before all of that, she and her brother Carlos were both children of war.

They were separated from their mother during the Salvadoran Civil War, the woman tried to flee with them during a fight between La Farabundo Martí National Liberation Front (FMLN, rebel group) and La Fuerza Armada de El Salvador (FAES, military) but between the gunshot and the terrified civilians, she ended up losing her kids. Vanessa from afar saw her mother getting shot and tried to run away with her brother, he was 5, and she was 12.

The two siblings were later indoctrinated to join the FAES, they never tried to escape as a means to survive since they received food and somewhat clean water, which they originally didn't have in great amounts. However, Vanessa never really supported their ideology and Carlos was too young to really understand what was happening.

The young boy was frail and relatively weak due to his age and malnutrition he only worked in the support staff which was involved in helping to maintain camp operations. Vanessa was also part of it and sticked with her brother as much as possible, but as she grew, she was used to carrying around messages between units due to her being older and stronger, which she hated, it was dangerous and she was disgusted by the idea of leaving her brother alone with these people.

The two of them were victims of SA perpetuated by the soldiers (hence why she’s so wary of men when especially violent ones). Her brother died at ten, due to the poor condition and she blamed herself for it. She eventually died by accidentally activating a booby trap, the explosion sent shrapnel flying, hitting her in the face and causing the loss of her eye she expired due to blood loss at 22.

Vanessa found herself in Hell and tried to survive for a few months both scared and disoriented. However, she still managed to somewhat be fine punching her way inside buildings to steal food and find ways to avoid sleeping outside. She renaimed herself Vaga in reference to the word Vagabundo which means vagabond.

To her, home is where she’s with her brother, without him there’s no home.

Vaga heard words of Carmilla as she started to familiarize herself with English, what she understood was that she dealt with weapons and was a gentler overlord. She eventually met her and they made a deal. It didn't involve Vaga’s soul but just 4 years of working for her, testing weapons and such. Vaga assisted the woman and trained with her daughters, she also learned English and got a better understanding of Hell’s system.

At 26 too, Vaga's deal was done and she decided to distance herself from Carmilla whose door was clearly still open if she needed help. She met Charlie on the street when the Princess was just starting her project, and since Vaga needed a place to crash in, she went in not realizing they’d catch feelings.

Vaga has signs of Complex post-traumatic stress disorder due to being a child of war. This leads her to many emotional outbursts and this feeling of emptiness when she isn't helping, at least she sees it as helping. Her whole life she only managed to survive in a hostile environment by serving others, she may not view it that way but she unconsciously believes the act of Serving is a necessity to keep her alive.

She deeply believed she failed to protect Carlos, so she projected it all on Charlie. This could lead to an interesting conflict between the two, Charlie was highly shielded from the world by her mother, and this hotel is proof that she can survive on her own (in my rewrite at least.) If her girlfriend starts acting like an overprotective parent it won’t do.

While Vaga mostly thinks redemption is impossible, she holds that small tiniest sprinkle of hope that maybe if she managed to get into Heaven somehow, she could see Carlos again and apologize for failing him.

Vaga still hasn't opened up about her past.

More explanation:

Her human backstory is extremely Grave of the Fireflies coded and I admit I recently saw the movie and couldn't help it. It’s my way of coping, this movie destroyed me. Some may ask, why did Vannessa go to Hell, she did nothing wrong.

That’s part of my Heaven rewriting, you see you’re judged by the Seven Deadly Sins and the Holly Virtuous. But they only judge your actions, not why you did them.

Carlos went to Heaven because he was really young and hadn't developed a real sense of morality yet, if he reached 13 he would have gone to Hell. Vanessa died an adult and still helped in the War, even if it was out of her control she still got damned.

Anyway, what do you think of those two backstories?

[bakugoushotwife]

inextricable (sasuke x reader)

a/n: just gonna dip my toes in the naruto water..see what we think. It's been so long since I watched Shipudden so if I get something wrong...no I didnt xoxo. this is definitely gonna need a second part, I wanna see if anyone likes it before I get too ahead of myself.

summary: Itachi spared two souls that night, his brother and the sister of the man he held most dear. No one can find the second Uchiha, no one can find out that there is a pureblood male and female still alive, ones that were born to be...inextricable.

pairings: sasuke x reader, maybe some naruto x reader if you squint

warnings: mentions of blood and death, angst!!! asshole Uchiha nonsense, dad mode Kakashi, reader is a bully lmfao, uhhhh long as shit

wc: 7840

next final

You were born to be best friends. At least, that’s what each of your parents had in mind. When Hae Uchiha told Mikoto that she was once again pregnant, the latter practically jumped for joy. She was a few months along with another boy, and she imagined your mother’s next child would make a perfect pal for her second born. Itachi and Shisui got along famously, the two borderline inseparable. 

Mikoto extended her hand to cover Hae’s not-yet showing stomach. “How far along?” She asked with a warm smile on her lips. 

Hae closed her eyes and returned the same embraceful grin. “Just a few months, she should be born soon after your boy!” 

“She! How exciting, I’m sure Sasuke will protect her for her whole life! Have you decided on a name yet?”

“Y/N…I always dreamed of naming my daughter Y/N.”

Mikoto returns her hand to her own stomach, her bump showing through. “That’s beautiful, Sasuke and Y/N…yes, they’ll be another version of our Itachi and Shisui!”

Hae beamed, knowing that her daughter would have a forever ally. 

Well, she had hoped, anyway. 

Nonetheless, you and Sasuke never spoke. He went out of his way to stay out of your path and you did the same for him. Truth be told, there was a great reason. There was hurt, and anger, and most forcefully, the fear, and what you had to do to hide. 

You had been friends, once. Just like your mothers had wanted, from birth, the two of you became inseparable. Where Shisui was a few years older than Itachi, feeling like an older brother to two now; Sasuke was only a few months your senior, making the two of you closer than even your own siblings.

Make no mistake, Shisui’s love for his younger sister was widely known and highly regarded. One might mistake you as his own daughter, if he wasn’t just nine years old. You were a much anticipated gift to the boy, he had been begging for a sibling for years. And his parents tried and tried to fulfill this wish, overjoyed when it came true. You truly were the pride of your branch, as hard as it may be to believe with Shisui’s reputation. Itachi was always kind, about six years older than you. Itachi would often babysit the two of you, being the perfectly responsible young man he was. Itachi was just happy to see Sasuke happy, and bonus points for you as well. He seemed oddly relieved that Sasuke had someone to grow attached to.

So you were, for about six years. You learned to walk together, he learned how to spell your name before he learned to spell his own, you refused to take naps without him. Once, Shisui and Itachi built little tricycles for the two of you, Sasuke’s purple and yours green. You rode those tricycles all over the village, laughing in the hot Konoha sun. You would traverse to the mountains and collect fruits to bring back for your mother to bake into sweet pastries. It was magical, it was perfect. Until that infamous night. 

That fateful night, the night that tore apart mind and soul, body and spirit. You thought it couldn’t get any worse. A hole had been left behind when Shisui died, something irreparable and ever painful. You couldn’t call it a void, for it was too powerful. It was nearly two years ago now, your tiny body and soul already weighed down with his loss. It created a rift between you and Sasuke, too. Itachi was blamed for his death for a while, and it hurt even more to feel so alone. You felt like you were drowning and no one was there to pull you back up, no one to even notice you slipping away… 

You had grown numb to the life that was without Shisui and Sasuke, you went to training and classes like you were supposed to. You did what you were told at home, your parents just as much a shell of themselves as you were. Everything that was colorvision faded to dull grays and empty blacks. Where you once saw beauty, you saw injustice. Where there was once love there was now ugly pain that had rooted, hatred growing in its place. Hatred for who? For Shisui, for dying? For Sasuke, for letting rumors pull you apart? For the forces of the universe that caused it all to begin with? You weren’t quite sure, maybe it was a mixture of all three. 

When you came home that evening, it took you a moment to realize. The house had been quiet since Shisui passed, there was simply no joy without him. Yet still, you were used to the sound of your father’s footsteps shuffling through the kitchen, the clink of dishes. The sound of your mother turning pages in her book–everything was silent. Eerily so. A dread washed over you, familiar with the haunting ache. What was left of your heart sank in your stomach as you realize there was blood on the walls. Your breathing became rapid and shaky, you crept down the hall, hoping it was some cruel joke from the village or–or maybe it was paint!

There was no humor in what laid before you that night. Your parents lay slumped over, almost like they were sleeping. Kagami laid propped up against the wall, seated perfectly on the floor with his head tucked into his chest. Your mother’s head lay in his lap, her torso twisted at an awkward angle, legs sprawled. 

Tears cloud your vision immediately. You could feel your knees wobble and buckle, seemingly too heavy for yourself all of a sudden. You fell forward, hands and knees catching you and making a sickening squelch. You realize the stickiness soaking into your skirt was blood, the dark red blood of your parents. You scream. It’s more of a wail, your entire body wracked with emotion so strong, your eyes begin to burn. It hurts, it gives you a headache, and when you force your eyes open again, the world looks different. It felt…slower. You can see a glistening trail of what you can identify as chakra, it glows all over the house, coming in through a window and leaving through the front door. This had happened before, when Shisui died. Your sharingan was activated for the first time. This was different, it felt like a new level. You pull yourself up, running at the door. You throw it open and run into the street, tracking the chakra house to house where you only find more slumped over bodies. The entire clan, everyone…they’re gone. They’ve been slaughtered, every last one. You can’t bear it when the chakra trail leads you down Sasuke’s path, knowing you would find the last of your home in there. You never got to make amends, never got to reunite. Sasuke would be dead, just like everyone else you ever cared for. 

You’re stopped in your tracks when you see a figure in the street, you notice glowing red eyes, the pattern so familiar you couldn’t help but gasp. “I-itachi?” Your chin wobbled, the tears coming back as you ran closer, relieved to find someone alive, someone you know. 

“Back away, child.” His voice thundered, it chilled you to the bone. He had never spoken to you like that. 

“Itachi, it’s m-me! Y/N, you know me! I-I’m scared Itachi!” You plead with him, the new vision of yours highlighting the blood on his clothes the closer you got to him. 

“The second tomoe..” He revered, a nod of approval following, just as quick as it came, the familiarity left. He was icy again when he spoke, “You should be scared. You’ve realized what I’m capable of.” 

You fall back, astonished. This couldn’t have been, no, you refuse to believe such a thing. Itachi wasn’t…capable of this? He looked as if he was going to speak again, but another figure moving rapidly towards you grabbed his attention. It was Sasuke, alive after all. 

“I don’t believe it!” Sasuke said, tears streamed down his face, “This is too unlike you, Big Brother. I mean…” He looked around wildly, finding solace in your presence, relief. You couldn’t help the tears, the same relief he had coursing through your own mind. Itachi had spared you both, but why?

“You have the potential to become my opponent.” He directed his voice to his younger brother, ignoring you completely for the time being. “You are someone who could be able to use Mangekyo Sharingan just like me…” The wind blew ceremoniously, whipping up leaves from the ground and sacrificing them to the sky, to the full moon that was the only light to go by. “However, on one condition…that you must kill your closest friend..Just like I did.” His gaze flickers to you then, making Sasuke’s eyes widen. 

Sasuke gasps, as do you. Itachi really did kill Shisui. He has now killed your entire family. Your brother, his best friend, died senselessly to the little brother he never had. You were wrecked, this realization makes your head spin, the boy you’ve known since birth…Itachi Uchiha was a cold blooded killer, and your life was forever destroyed because of him. 

“That was…your doing?” Sasuke’s brows knit together in shock and confusion. “Big Brother, you…killed Shisui?” 

“That’s right…and because of that I obtained these eyes.” Itachi replied stone-faced. As if you needed the confirmation, but hearing the words from his very mouth absolutely ruined whatever remained of your soul. You felt your eyes burn once again, the vision skewing, leaving you momentarily blind before you blinked and everything was clear again. It was clearer than before, you could sense the movements of two brothers before they did them, this shouldn’t be possible. You had just awoken your second tomoe minutes earlier, had you already gained the third through this extreme emotional distress? There was rigorous training involved to level up your eyes, you could feel the drain it put on your body as it began to sway in the wind, feeling light. You couldn’t hold on much longer, you knew that, but you were in danger…and so was Sasuke, you had to fight for consciousness. 

“If you attain these eyes, you will become the third person including myself to utilize the Mangekyo Sharingan. However,” He turns abruptly, startling you both. “Neither of you are worth killing. And one day, Sasuke, when you have the same eyes I do…come and stand before me!” Itachi challenges, his eyes swirling into his familiar triangular pattern. 

“And you…” Itachi says, beckoning you forward with the point of his finger. “Come here, child.” He says, issuing an order. Sasuke makes a strangled struggling noise before he falls to the ground, the emotional distress leveling his eyes too fast as well. He was in a genjutsu, you realize, by the sounds he was making on the ground, crying out in agony. 

“Let him out of that! I’ll go with you, I won’t fight. Let him out.” You plead, not in the position to make any demands yourself. Even fighting wouldn’t get you out of this, Itachi was far too powerful, you could never hope to escape. 

Itachi chuckled dryly and shook his head. “No. He needs this. He will foster hatred and turn it into immense power. You…you have to be hidden.” He says, his voice in a dream-like state. He was thinking deeply, wondering what he should reveal to you. Enough to keep you alive, and nothing more. “You will stay away from Sasuke…until it’s time. No one can know your identity. It’s imperative you understand this, child.” He says, and if you didn’t know any better you would think he was panicked. Itachi kept calling you that, child, as if he were not. He was only 14, but he clearly felt much older. 

You were confused, but didn’t even know where to start asking him questions. He didn’t wait for a response, just sweeping you up in his arms and jumping from rooftop to rooftop until he was in the trees with you, Sasuke long abandoned on the outskirts of the village. Itachi was taking you somewhere, apparently to be hidden. “Itachi-san–please, I’m scared, I don’t understand!” 

“You need to be scared! You have to understand. Force yourself to. They can’t know that I left you alive, they know Sasuke will live…they can’t know that you do as well…it would be most troublesome…” Itachi explains without explaining a single thing. Who are “they”, and what involvement do they have in this? “A male and a female Uchiha could save the clan, they will not let that happen. I owe this to Shisui.” Itachi says quietly, dropping down in front of someone’s door. 

A man opens the door before Itachi can make a single noise. He was waiting for Itachi, you realize. 

“Here she is.. Train her to be strong, stronger than you. Keep them apart, keep them safe.” Itachi pleads, or as close to it as he can get. He sets you down, letting you see your new caretaker for the first time. 

“I understand, Itachi. It’s best if you get a move on, they’ll be on your scent soon.” The taller man says, the cover of the night obscuring your vision of him. 

Itachi nods, taking one last look at you with a trace of pain in his eyes. You look down at your feet, not sure what to make of the situation, everything happened so fast. “Thank you, Captain.” Itachi says with a curt nod before disappearing into a puff of smoke. 

It was silent. The wind blew again, whipping your hair into your face and pushing the clouds across the moon like it was a normal night. You begin to cry, everything so overwhelming you couldn’t help but do anything else. You’ve lost everything. Your family is dead, every single one. You, the sole survivor, have been placed with a stranger by the very man that murdered everyone you love. The last person alive that you care for is trapped in a genjutsu, lying on the pavement outside the house of his murdered family. 

The man crouched down to be on your level. He looked young, but you couldn’t really tell. His face was mostly covered, his shinobi headband covering his left eye and a black mask pulled over the lower half of his face. The most notable thing about him was his tall and spiky gray hair. His one brown eye looked at you sadly, and at once you knew he understood. You felt more at ease nearly immediately. You were still wary, after all he seemingly knew what was going on and had worked with Itachi. But the look in his eye and the expressive way he puts his hands on either arm of yours makes you feel safer. He knew sadness too, you recognized it in him. 

“Hello, little one. I know this has been…a horrible night, to understate…but you’re strong. You’re safe now, I’m Kakashi, and I’ll make sure of that.” He nodded determinedly, searching your expression for your next move. He frowns under his mask as you cry, unsure of how to console a young girl at his age of twenty two years. 

“What’s wrong with your face?” You ask, sniffling out your sentences and wiping viciously at your eyes. Your mind was all over the place, you didn’t want to think of this night anymore but the only other thing you could ponder was why the man in front of you dressed like that. 

He chuckled earnestly. “Oh!” He pushed his headband up to reveal a long scar running lengthwise over his eye and down his cheek to where the mask starts, but most strikingly a sharingan sat in the eye he kept covered. The sharingan consumes a massive amount of chakra for non-Uchiha wielders, so you gather that the eye was given or stolen almost immediately. 

“That’s partially why he left you with me. I can help with some of your training. You’re in luck, little one. The Hokage has just released me to be a jonin Sensei. So you’ll get first class training living with me. I…I know I can’t replace what you’ve lost, or hell..even understand what you’re going through.” Kakashi slipped his mask down just for you in this moment, wanting to earn the trust of his new foster child. “I will protect you and make you strong, smart, and ready for this world. It’s you and me now. I set up a room for you..” he adds rather sheepishly, sliding his mask back up after a nervous smile. “We can..make changes to it as time goes on, I wasn’t sure what would best be suitable for a girl of your age.”

You blink at him,eyes still bleary from leftover tears. You wipe at your eyes, your own sharingan taking in his full appearance and making a mental note. His half-baked motivational speech was partly moving, and you could tell he was genuine in this. You tilt your head to the side to analyze him further. He was young, taking on a six year old at his age was surely difficult. He was nervous, you could see that much, but his chakra was powerful and in a way, calming. 

“What about Sasuke?” You managed as he opened the door to his place. 

Kakashi sighs. “He will be taken care of, don’t worry. We have to keep you separate for now, it’s for the best. When you start school it may be different. Do you remember what Itachi said?” He asks, partly wondering what all the boy even told you. 

You nod. “He said they can’t know he left me alive. I don’t know who they are though.” You say, feeling everything all the time all at once. Pain, numbness, sadness, fear, nervousness and wonder. Your eyes were wide and your sharingan kept glowing, a red beacon in the dark night. You looked inside the home, small and neat. It looked like…a real place, which surprised you for some reason. With the night’s events it was becoming difficult to predict what would happen next, in your mind he was going to open the door to a slaughterhouse or some medical lab for testing. You were relieved to see it was a completely normal apartment. The young man led you to a decently sized bedroom right across the hall from the bathroom. It was decorated haphazardly, pink cherry blossom wallpaper was slapped on the wall, a little bed covered up with pink blankets sat in the middle of the room. There was even a closet outfitted with a few changes of clothes, luckily regularly colored. It was a nice effort, you recognized. It was natural for any young man to assume a six year old girl would love pink. Your favorite was green. It reminded you of rolling down hills and the bushes you would pluck fruit from, the trees the sun peeked over, the tricycle your brother built…and Sasuke’s was purple. 

“I hate pink.” You say solemnly, feeling bad almost immediately, he had tried to think of your comfort and here you were, being rude. “B-but it looks nice! Thank you…” You looked to him a bit confused on how you should address him. 

“Kakashi, that’s fine for now.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed for giving you a stereotypical girl room. It was clear that there was nothing to be assumed about you. “What color do you prefer, in that case? I can work on a replacement tomorrow.” Kakashi offered with a closed-eyed smile. 

“Purple.”

Kakashi followed through on his promise. The next time you went into your room, the walls were painted a deep plum, the covers that decorate your bed were as purple as the evening sky after the sun had left, and on a table you noticed a few more trinkets and accessories. There were hair ties and clips, little earrings and a purple headband. He heard the word purple and ran with it. Kakashi wasn’t sure why he displayed all this effort, well he had an idea.

He had knocked against your open door, just to alert you to his standing there. You still looked so sad. It had only been a day after all. At least you had stopped crying, he would happily take the progress. He leaned against the doorway, arms folded over his chest. “I hope some of those things make you feel a little more at home, Kurenai helped me pick them out…” He mentioned, once again, scratching at the back of his head nervously.That was his nervous tick, you noted. 

“Thank you, they’re pretty..” You say with a small smile, reaching for the headband and slipping it over the long black locks signature of your clan, luckily it was also a common characteristic of the citizens of the Stone village. That’s the story, anyway. Kakashi found you on a mission while in Iwagakure. You were newly orphaned, and had no one else to take you in. Which, now that you think about it, isn’t much of a lie at all. You were new to the Leaf village, and Kakashi was your young and kind foster father. It gave him a reason to change, and he didn’t know if he liked that yet; he did know that he wanted you to grow into a powerful kunoichi, and he had no doubt you could accomplish that. 

He cleared his throat. “You know, Y/N…I..” He hesitated, wondering if it was worth mentioning at this moment. He sighed out and continued. “I lost my father when I was six, as well. I don’t pretend to know everything you feel, but I do understand some of your pain. You can talk to me, when or if you ever want to. I’ll listen.” 

You look to your feet, the tears pooling in your eyes again. His kindness was overwhelming at times, you hadn’t expected him to be so warm. He just retired from the Anbu after all, and you were old enough to know what that meant. You nod your head after a minute, picking up a purple fuzzy stress ball. You squeeze down, finding it helps temporarily. 

“Mhm, I will..thank you for being here.” You mutter out after a few beats.  

“A-Alright. We’ll go out for dinner around 7. I’ll come get you.” Kakashi hummed pleasantly, touched by your gratefulness.

You were thankful that you wound up with someone like Kakashi. Last you’d heard, Sasuke was set up in a nice apartment, well taken care of and monitored by Lord Third himself. But he was alone, and that worried you. He was sure to become a cold shadow of the former joyous boy he had been, just as you are. But even you had another person around, someone to at least distract you from the constant pain. Sasuke didn’t have that, he didn’t even know if you were alive. The last thing he saw was his older brother sweeping you up and leaving with you. 

The purple made you feel better. It helped you feel just a little closer to where he was. You hoped he would make friends with the kids in his building, if there was any. You hoped he could power through and find happiness in the little things. Would he try to remember you? Find you, even? Your heart ached, you physically covered it with your hand and winced.  

You decided you hate Itachi. That you would do everything and anything it took to get to him and kill him. You came from a powerful line of the clan too, Shisui was a prodigy and the youngest to ever awaken his sharingan before you did it at four from his death. You committed, promised yourself in Kakashi’s apartment that you would train until your eyes bled, you would master genjutsu just as Shisui had, you would master chakra control. You would learn everything Shisui had mastered, and you would kill Itachi the same way he had killed your brother. 

Little did you know that Sasuke had made himself the same promise. He would avenge his family, your brother in your honor, he would become a worthy opponent and he would use Mangekyo to kill the man that had caused all this pain. 

He was beyond lonely, there was no word to describe the hell he was living. He relived his parents’ death again and again, trapped in a genjutsu by his older brother. But the nightmare was reality. He had no one, everything was destroyed. The only person left was missing at best, dead at the worst. Even once he was released from the genjutsu’s chakra control, the only thing burned into his eyelids was the scene of his parents' slaughter. The only thing he can hear is the sound of your tears as Itachi admits to killing your brother, it’s miserable. 

 Why did Itachi spare them both, did he really just want to fight? Well, Sasuke could give him that. He couldn’t wait to start the academy, to refine his talents and find a rival and friend that could fulfill his needs for the Mangekyo Sharingan his brother wants him to have so badly. There wasn’t a reality that existed where he would kill you for it, as his brother insinuated. He was sure that his new friends would suffice, when the time came. 

Kakashi had arranged for him to proctor your bypass exam the following year. The rules for the Academy aren’t concrete, and you were a prodigy after all. Kakashi stressed your physical prowess and shadow clone jutsu to get you through the Academy in just one year, passing your genin exam easily. 

Over time, your numbness had resided. You found yourself motivated by revenge and desire for rebuilding what was taken from you. Kakashi was a friend and mentor, and he helped you train your eyes and genjutsu regularly. He had to, as you weren’t allowed to display this power outside of the training grounds with no one else around. You had to train harder over the next few years, both your sharingan abilities and those you would use to cover your identity. 

Kakashi and yourself had landed on a plant style jutsu, where you could summon different plants, both poisonous and strangling variations. It reminded many of Hashirama Senju’s wood style jutsu. Your chakra control was impressive, and your inclination toward medical nin was just another tool in your arsenal. You owe most of this to your mentor, who, so far, has followed through on his promise to make you as strong as he can. 

He was impressed by you, a prodigy indeed. It was no surprise you were Shisui’s younger sister. He wondered how you could have absorbed so much from him since he passed when you were so young, now a girl of twelve. He can’t believe he’s had you in his charge for six years now, and how you’ve grown in that time. He cared for you like his own child, even though he was not much older than a kid himself when he decided to take you in. 

It was hard work, especially now. He had been assigned as Sasuke’s sensei, along with two other promising shinobi. He was splitting most of his time between his new team and the child he’s been training for years. He found it hard to hand you over to Kurenai, even though the woman was somewhat familiar with your delicate case. She didn’t know your true identity, as Kakashi would never risk that knowledge to anyone, but she had helped Kakashi with the more delicate matters of your girlhood your entire life. He had kept you in his own training since you graduated the academy, it was time for you to join a team and attempt the chunin exams. He knows you’ll pass easily, so why is it that he’s so nervous? 

Because he knows the days of keeping you and Sasuke apart are over. He knew he wouldn’t be able to prevent it forever, but he wasn’t ready for you to revisit that time in your mind. He didn’t wan your hard work to crumble once you faced your old friend again, under the guise of an adopted Hatake. Would Sasuke call you out immediately? He hadn’t been given the same warnings to stay away, as far as Kakashi knew. The boy was angry, and he was boiling over with immense talent. He had been working with the boy on chidori and other sharingan practices that he had once done with you.  Kakashi knew that there was nothing he could do to prevent Sasuke from seeking revenge, and it bothered him…deep down inside he knew you were the same way, your anger tamed to your own mind. You were quiet all the time, your chakra a lime green–just a few shades lighter than your brothers. He could feel your emotions and recklessness bubble inside you. It was just a matter of time, but the seasoned shinobi worried what would come of the girl once she was faced with the Lone Uchiha, and what would come of him when he saw her. 

You were first. The beginning match was you against a girl named TenTen. You thought she looked silly. Ridiculous, almost. Her speciality was weapons, you heard her talking about it as all the chunin hopefuls piled into the colosseum type building. As far as you could tell, she had no special control of chakra or any impressive jutsu. This would be over quickly. 

The two of you stepped forward, the sound of your first name making Sasuke’s heart stop. He looked over at the scene, brows knitting together in confusion. His teammates, Naruto and Sakura started whispering about the match. But they truly don’t know how to whisper, Sasuke tuning into their every word. Y/N? Hatake…? It looked like you, at least close to what he could remember. But you were definitely an Uchiha, and surely he would have known if you were living in the village this whole time?

“Kakashi Sensei’s daughter?” Naruto asked with a sense of disbelief. “I didn’t know Kakashi Sensei had a family!” He adds.

Sakura slaps him lightly on the arm. “He rescued her from the Stone! She was six when her parents died and the villagers were just too busy to take care of her, that’s what I heard.” 

Sasuke arched his brow in curiosity. Kakashi really hadn’t mentioned you, and the way you walked around the battle ring piqued his interest. You were confident, cocky even. You let TenTen throw a few exploding kunai at you, easily outjumping them. You weren’t using sharingan, he noted, but there was no mistaking that smirk. That truly hadn’t changed a bit, your features easily identifiable to him. It seems like Kakashi attempted bleaching your hair at one point, but it had grown out now. You had dark black roots, your eyes big and dark brown. It was you, there was no argument to be made otherwise. You chuckled at TenTen, making her scrunch her nose up in anger. She charged at you with another kunai. You grasped her wrist, quickly turning it and making her drop the weapon, kicking her hard in the stomach, sending her flying through the air. 

The crowd gasped, knowing the other girl would be seriously hurt if she landed on the hard ground from that height, the power of your chakra control something to be feared. You closed your eyes and weaved a hand sign. Out of nowhere, a giant lilypad caught TenTen, keeping her from serious harm. As the crowd sighed with relief, everyone watched more vines burst free from the ground, tying the opponent to the lilypad without any fuss. 

Needless to say, you won the match effortlessly. Kakashi took a deep breath of relief, wandering over to his own team of hopefuls. 

Sasuke stared at you, watching you help TenTen out of the plant trap once the winner was announced. He didn’t even notice Kakashi coming up behind them. 

“Certainly an exciting first match!” Their sensei said with delight, as if he didn’t know anything about you and was just as surprised as everyone else. 

Naruto nodded with widened eyes before remembering that Kakashi hadn’t mentioned being a father. “Hey, Kakashi Sensei, how come you didn’t tell us you adopted that girl?” 

Sasuke tore his studying gaze away from you to hear the answer to this. 

Kakashi shrugged. “It never came up, of course. My job is to train you as shinobi, not teach you my life story.” He replied coolly, as if they were unreasonable for wondering. 

Sasuke narrowed his gaze at Kakashi, identifying that there was more to the story. There was something he was missing, why would they change your name and try to hide your hair? Why would Kakashi be involved? He needs to find you and ask you himself, because he clearly wasn’t getting anywhere with his sensei. 

But how could he be certain you would talk to him? The last memory you share is his brother basically saying he kept you alive so that he could kill you later. Maybe you were trying to distance yourself from him specifically. Maybe you didn’t know he was here just as much as he didn’t know you were. It was his turn to fight next, but he planned to track you down after the battle was quickly won. You beat TenTen in 18 seconds, his goal was to beat that time. Then he would just have to make you understand that he wasn’t a threat to you. 

He beat your time by six seconds, dismantling Choji Akimichi in 12. You smiled to yourself as you watched him, he was very good. Just as you hoped. It would always hurt to stay apart, you realized then. He surely recognized you from your fight, so now you had to work to keep him away. Just as the battle was wrapping up, you pushed through the crowds, getting stopped by some of the girls your age. You had briefly talked to some of them, but you didn’t care to now. You had to get away, distance yourself. He would surely come looking for you. 

“Y/N-chan! Who do you think the hottest boy here is?” Ino asks, a beautiful blond girl with a ditsy grin. 

You roll your eyes at the question. “Really, that’s what you’re worried about right now?” You ask, confused by her priorities. You turn your head, noticing people parting a little down the way, knowing what that means you turn back to the girl. 

Ino giggles and nods. “I’m a great multi-tasker! I know all the girls are dying to get closer to Sasuke Uchiha!” She purrs, cheeks turning red at the mention of his name. 

You sigh, with forced disgust you groan. “I for one don’t want to be anywhere near Sasuke Uchiha.” You say, folding your arms and walking onwards, hoping the digging comment would keep Sasuke at arms length. 

You should know better than to think yourself lucky. You feel a weight on your shoulder, keeping you from getting away. 

“Why would you say that?” He asked, voice on the quiet side as he stared at your back. Your hair was wavier than it was when you were younger, or maybe it was just because it was so long. 

You scoff. “I don’t owe you anything.” 

It was his turn to scoff. “Y/N Hatake?” He practically hisses at you. “I think you owe it to me to explain why you’re not using your sharingan.” 

You turn and clap your hand down over his mouth. Your eyes are wide with a frenzied type of fear, searching around to make sure no one heard him. “Don’t say that. You don’t understand.” 

He pushed you off him easily, looking at you with a mix of frustration and confusion. “No I don’t understand because no one tells me anything! I didn’t even know you were in the village!” He says angrily. 

You bite the inside of your lip, debating your options. Maybe it would be easier to explain it all, maybe if he could understand why this was happening he could play his role and you could both stay safe. You know that would help put Kakashi at ease. 

“Come with me.” You order pointedly, walking out of the building with the knowledge that you had at least twenty minutes until your next battle. You keep walking, far away from the building or any people.

Sasuke follows you into the treeline, mind racing. He didn’t know what to expect. He eyes you with his sharingan, noticing your abundance of chakra and power. He blinks his doujutsu away.

 “Now.” He orders expectantly, folding his arms over his chest. 

“I don’t know why…” You admit with a shrug, thinking back to what Itachi said that night, both about Mangekyo and how important it is to keep away from Sasuke. “But when Itachi took me away, he said ‘they’ couldn’t know that he spared me, that it was dangerous to have a male and a female. He said it was imperative for us to stay away from each other, “until it is time.” I’m not sure what that means, really. But Kakashi agrees…there’s more to this that I don’t even know.” You explain cautiously, your eyes trained on the boy in front of you. He hadn’t changed much, except for the most striking thing. His features were haunted by grief, the once happy and smiling eyes turned cold and empty. You wonder if he thinks the same of you. 

“I would never hurt you.” He says simply, a hint of annoyance laced through it. 

You blink at him a few times, unsure of how to respond. “I’m not scared of you.” You clarify for him, looking at a spot on the ground. “I’m scared of the ‘they’ Itachi was worried about.”

He considers this, looking at the same spot on the ground that you are, as if there were hidden answers stored there. “So that’s why Kakashi Sensei never mentioned you, then. He doesn’t want me around you.” He determines, the annoyance gone and replaced with a hint of sorrow. 

“It’s not a personal grudge, he knows how hard it’s been on me…” You defend softly, the corners of your lips dropping. “Until we know who I’m hiding from, I have to stay under cover like this. I’m sorry..”

His body tensed with anger, you could tell he was close to snapping. “I want revenge, I swear I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him for what he did to me, what he did to you!” He announces, eyes teeming with tears of anger. “We can get revenge together, we can find and destroy those that caused this, and you can live as an Uchiha, like you’re supposed to! You can’t be a kunoichi without your sharingan!” 

You sympathize with his pain, after all, you feel the same way. His offer of revenge sounds nice, so you nod. “When the day comes where we are ready to seek revenge, I’ll accompany you.” You say, envisioning the two of you as jounin, ready to track Itachi down. 

He smiles when he hears this. “Until then.” He says, taking another look at you. If he wasn’t so damned angry, his heart would be relieved to see your familiar face, just a few years older. You were utterly unchanged, even the grief written into your face seemed to disappear when you smiled. He would keep his distance like you requested, until it was time to enact revenge. 

You wait for Sasuke to disappear back into the treeline before you begin to walk back to the arena. It would be your turn soon, and you intend to impress–without your sharingan–just to prove how powerful you really can be. 

By the end of your second match against Sakura, the crowd of other expecting chunin whispered amongst themselves. It really wasn’t her fault, she was like the others. She was completely unfocused on being strong, only desiring to look desirable. It’s a shame, you hoped she would change after this. Your Venus Flytrap jutsu was too much against any opponent, she was just its latest victim. Your giant flower sprouts from the ground and grabs the unsuspecting opponent in its teeth, releasing venom on your command. You wouldn’t take it that far unless you wished to kill. You make a few hand signs, “Release!” You call, letting Sakura tumble from the mouth of your monstrous flytrap. 

Still the crowd spoke of your victories, all quick and painless. You were surely impressive, and it was no wonder you graduated to genin in a year, just like your adoptive father. “You can tell she’s trained by Kakashi Sensei.” Someone said as you walked past, shaking their head in wonder. 

“She’ll be another heartless Anbu member in no time, just like her dad.” Someone else declared, linking your emotionless victories back to Kakashi’s vicious streak. You wanted to lash out in his defense, but maybe it’s better if they thought that of you. It’s good for them to compare you, as if you were related the whole time. It kept them from thinking anything was off, so you’d take it for now. 

Sasuke was thoroughly impressed with your abilities, though he’d likely never say so aloud. Naruto was also occupying his mind as his rival was also the other popular subject amongst his classmates. Naruto won all of his battles that day, all his classmates plus the mysterious Y/N Hatake made it to chunin. 

Things only spiraled from that day. Kakashi relaxed a little when you told him that Sasuke understood why you needed to keep your distance. He didn’t mind for his team to interact with you as much now, but Sasuke did. 

He hated being close to you while not being able to be close to you. That annoying Naruto was quickly becoming a close friend to you, leaving Sakura to obsess over him. Needless to say he hated everything about that arrangement. He didn’t want Naruto near you in the slightest, and he hated pathetic girls like Sakura. He hated everyone, no one seemed to understand. He was training for a real goal, meanwhile the others just wanted to be cool. He wanted more, he needed more. He would never relinquish this goal. He would never admit that Naruto was stronger than him, even if it meant he had to leave to become stronger. 

You told him that you would go with him, right? That when the day came, when he was ready to seek revenge, you would go with him. That’s what you said. So Sasuke was loud about his plans, he didn’t care to put Naruto down when he tried to stop him from leaving that day. 

Even when Kakashi explained to him that revenge was not all he thinks it is, he was undeterred. The emotions swirling inside him, the life that was stolen away…he had to get that back. And if Kakashi wouldn’t help him do it, then he would find someone who will. 

Sakura tried to stop him too, right on the edge of the village. The two of you sprinted there when you heard, Sakura a mess of tears, you a mess of nerves and emotion. 

You watched with your mouth agape as Sakura begged him not to go, only met with fierce rebuttals and disapproval from the Lone Uchiha. She even offered to go with him, which evoked a warped laugh from the dark haired boy. 

He was different. Completely consumed by his grief and desire for justice. He wasn’t thinking properly, and your heart dropped when you saw several shinobi from a different village drop from the trees. They’re here as escorts?

“Sasuke!” You shout in disappointment. “You’ll make yourself an enemy of the Leaf, just settle down and think about this for a minute, please!” You step forward, past Sakura and her unyielding tears. 

He chuckled with mirth. “This is all I can think about, Y/N. I refuse to let Sakura join me on this, she’ll just ruin her name.” He groaned, appearing behind the girl and knocking her out in a swift motion, laying her body on a bench. You eye him in disbelief. He was serious about this. You didn’t doubt your ability to stop him by force, excepting the three or four sound village ninja that would surely interfere. 

He looks at you with a crazed glint in his eyes. He holds out his hand to you. “Are you ready to go?”

You look from his hand and then back to him, shaking your head in shock. It’s that curse mark, you think to yourself. This isn’t him, he just needs to see that. “Sasuke, you’re being controlled. You’re not thinking clearly.” 

His mouth drops open in surprise. “Oh on the contrary, dear Y/N. I’m thinking clearly for the first time!” He protests, staring at you with disgust. “You told me you wanted revenge too, you told me you’d join me!” 

“I thought you meant when we were finished training! As Jounin! I didn’t think you meant defecting!” You defend yourself, thinking of Naruto’s heartbreak once he discovered that he wasn’t able to keep Sasuke. 

“Pathetic.” Sasuke hissed, shaking his head at you. “You’re weak. That’s why you can’t bring yourself to leave. You know you can’t take revenge, I wouldn’t want you weighing me down anyway.” He spat, his words cut like a knife. 

“Please don’t do this. They’ll send people after you! You can’t do this by yourself..” You plead desperately, hoping against all hope that you could get to the friend you once held so dearly. 

“Watch me.” He says, casting one last disappointed glare over his shoulder before walking to the shinobi waiting to guide him away. 

You watch him leave, the figures disappearing into the trees without a trace. You didn’t even notice the tears begin to roll down your face, nor did you hear Naruto and Kakashi land on either side of your body. 

“Wh-what just happened, Y/N-chan?” Naruto asked innocently, trying to delude himself against the truth before he even heard it. 

“Sasuke left the Leaf.” You reply, eyes fixated on the spot he last occupied in front of you. He was bound to be tracked down or hurt by someone dangerous before he could come to his senses. Had you upset him so badly that he would speak of your secret? Kakashi seems to know what you’re thinking as you make eye contact. You knew he wasn’t thinking clearly, the curse…you can get him, bring him back and have the mark removed. 

“I can catch him if I go now..”

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Mother tried her best :ASL x Ex-Member of the roger pirates.

Type: angst, mother love, death, Marine ford, Spoilers, fem reader.

A/n: it's a bit crappy at the end but I tried.

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How did I get here again? Right...to save him...but why is he sitting there, stunned?

"Luffy, Ace why are you crying?"

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"A chosen one?" Y/N repeated her captain's words, "one who will surpass us," Roger clarified further. Y/N and Raylight exchanged glances before smiling/smirking at their captain.

"I wonder if it's going to be my son" Roger inquired, "You do not have a son?" Raylight interjected, "How about Shanks and Buggy? There kids" Y/N reminded, "that's true HAHAHAHA" oden, Roger, Raylight and the rest laughed together.

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"Y/N shanks stole my stuff again!" yelled Buggy, running towards her and hugging her with teary eyes to gain sympathy. "It does not have your name on it!" showted shanks while running after him, "can't the two of you share?" She said, picking up the buggy by the back of his shirt, "No, it is mine!" Buggy protested, and when Shanks caught up, he was also grabbed by the back of his shirt, "What is this thing you are fighting over anyway?" starting to get impatient she finally asked taping her foot on the ground, "it's a treasure! A mysterious box!" shanks answered first as buggy nodded and finished the sentence,"and it needs a key!".

How can you say no when they forgot what they were fighting about and, after setting them down, she requested that they show her the box......"Where did you get this, boys?" A simple question with a serious tone...."I told you we would get caught!" whispered yelled buggy to shanks "we haven't been caught yet" answered shanks in a similar tone, "IDIOTS!! YOU WENT TO ME AND TOKI ROOM AND TOOK MY STUFF!" hitting them on the head, BY began scolding them for both stealing and lying, "Are you sorry?" Another question with dead seriousness, "Yes, we are very sorry," answering in union. NY sat next to them and grabbed the small box. "You could have asked, but it is a music box." Pulling out a key, she opened it and turned it on, allowing them to enjoy it for some time.

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"so it's true that garp hid a kid here?" she said looking at the 7 year old Ace, "the hell you want?" he barked at her, "the names YN and......." a small moment of hesitant crossed her before she answered "I am your aunt"

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It happened quickly and without thinking. "Why did you do it?" Ace screamed, "Why did you push me away!"....right, that magma man tried to attack Luffy Ace, and she wanted to take the hit...but she pushed him away, and that is how she got a hole in her chest.......but why did she remember Shanks and Buggy instead of these two in this moment...is it because they are so far apart? So she believes that everyone is on her side right now?...... "I told you not to put yourself in harm's way in a fight, and Luffy, we are in a war right now, so do not let your guard down or you could get *Uhhahg*!" Without realizing it, she started scolding them until she threw up blood and fell to her knees. "MOTHER!" The two shouted as they snapped out of their shock, holding her falling body, "Why am I always surrounded by kids?" "Y-y-your injuries are going to be fine, I-I can find a solution...Marco, where is he?" With Ace falling into panic Luffy was trying to keep it together, "Ace, it is no use..." With a weakened voice, she tried to stop him: "NO!" "There must be something we can do-mph!" She hit his head with her fists to wake him up, then hugged him tightly.

When the brothers returned the gesture, she finally said, "Do not cry....it will be okay...try to get out of here..." "We can not leave you here...mom," luffy said, interrupting her.

"My beloved son, I love you. I am sorry I can not see you achieve your dreams. Please grow strong and remain humble." The last of her strength was summoned, and she consoled her children while sobbing and saying, "The old era ends here you two are a part of the future so go on live!" Looking at her two crying children one more time, Yn finally saw the cold light as it faded from her eyes. Hearing distant shouts of her children, she thought as a final word of comfort to herself, '....mother tried her best...'

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So I have been thinking about how insecure Kafka would be about his transformation and what you think about it. He's such a a good boy and needs head pats.

HOW WOULD KAFKA FEEL ABOUT TRANSFORMING INTO HIS KAIJU FORM?

~ SFW ~

I think, at first, he'd be really hesitant to do the old switcheroo in front of you because he doesn't want you to run, pissing (normally) down the street away from him.

He'd try his very best to control it. Even though he's not mastered all of the transformative power he harnesses.

Kafka would definitely feel insecure and scared that you may leave him if he changes forms in front of you too soon. He doesn't want to lose you, and he doesn't want to scare you - he is confident in his repair game, though. He has a plan in place for if he ever has to become his Kaiju self. He will cook you a romantic dinner at his place (so you can leave if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable - he would do it at your place too, but he doesn't want you to have to feel bad about sending him away).

But as he continues to transform, he'll become more comfortable with his Kaiju self and learn to embrace it. Eventually, he'll want to show off his new skills and abilities to you.

He might love the idea of being so powerful and having such incredible strength.

MILD SPOILER UNDER THE CUT // IN RED

I think this is also a huge boost to his ego (what little is there, anyway). He always dropped the ball on the 2nd part of the testing for the AKDF (Anti-Kaiju Defense Force) and having this ace up his sleeve not only helped him pass something he'd had trouble with in prior years, but he saved a comrade from certain freakin' death.

~ NSFW ~

Don't fucking lie to me, I know you've thought about what Kafka's Kaiju cock might look like lol.

I think he sits around and practices honing his skills of only transforming certain body parts. Like, his torso, for example. Maybe you have a flat tire and need help changing it? He can hold the car up for you while you put the temp tire on. Or maybe - and much more fun - you're getting a little frisky with him and he wants to full nelson your ass but man, let's face it, he's not 18 anymore and THANK GOD for that because he's such a damn cutie now that I can't help but smile whenever I daydream about him!!

SO ... he transforms his upper body so he can hold you and slam his monster human cock into your expectant, fluttering little hole.

And his tongue. HIS TONGUE would wreck you. The tip alone would rip orgasm after orgasm from your body. If you've seen the anime, you know just how it moves, too. Like a whip. Way more flexible and longer than a lame human tongue. Am'I'right? Yuh, I'm right. Even if you don't agree ;).

You want some good head? Kafka's got ya covered!

You want to give some good head? Wait until he's returned to his human form. Not only that, but I think he wouldn't let you swallow his Kaiju cock. He doesn't want to hurt you. Maybe the first [fictional - I know -] man ever to care about not bruising your throat.

In conclusion, he's basically the opposite of Toji Fushiguro but still just as sexy.

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